Kurt grimaced at himself before stepping through the door. Every sound he heard outside of the door suddenly stopped and he winced. He continued to look at the ground, his hands behind his back. He felt hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at him. He pulled the tunic down, trying to cover his thighs but it was no use. He sighed and looked back at Nick who was deciding what to do. Before Nick opened his mouth the King stood up, holding a wine glass in his hands.
"Ah, Kurt! Glad to see you made it." The King did a once over, licking his lips and smiled. "Everyone, this is Kurt Hummel, our new guest. Please find a seat!" The King made it obvious that he wanted Kurt to sit by him, but Thad came up and ushered him towards where he sat earlier. The King frowned slightly, but then grinned when the food was set on the table. "Everyone dig in!" And with that, the whole room went up with a buzz. Kurt sat between Thaddeus and some blond kid he didn't recognize. Once he sat down, his shirt tunic rode up exposing how tight the leggings were.
"Damn." The blond kid whispered. Kurt glared at him, but the blond kid kept staring. Thad noticed and hit him.
"Jeffery, please act appropriate." Thad crossed his arms, staring at him. Jeffery stuck out his tongue, but apologized to both of them.
"My apologies, Kurt. I'm Jeff. I'm the archery master here. I'm pretty good too." He grinned widely and Thad just snorted.
"Stop flirting before I tell Nick." He said picking up his fork. He looked over at Kurt at the corner of his eye and saw him blushing. "Kurt, I hope you aren't falling for this dip shit." He whispered in his ear. Kurt smiled slightly, but shook his head. He wasn't here to make friends, but Thad, Nick, and Jeff seemed pretty cool.
Kurt was quiet the rest of dinner, occasionally nodding to what Thad said and giving a confused look over to Jeff basically destroying his food. He wasn't sure if he would like it here, but he was here, and there was nothing he could do.
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"Why is he wearing my clothes, and why does he have to room with me?"
"Because he doesn't have anything to wear right now. We are getting his clothes made tomorrow." The King said, walking slowly towards his room.
"That didn't answer my other question."
The King sighed and stopped walking. He leaned against the wall closest to him and rubbed a hand down his face. "Because, you're the only who doesn't have to share a room with someone."
"Well why does it have to be a guy from the Lima Castle? You know our rivalry, and you just decide to bring him here." The former crossed his arms, staring at the ground.
"He's here to help."
"Oh, did he tell you that?" He asked sarcastically.
"Watch your tone of voice." The King said firmly.
"Oh please." He said rolling his eyes.
"I mean it, Blaine. You've been acting like you are better than everyone here."
"Maybe that's because I am." He said, locking eyes with the King. He watched how the King opened his mouth, but then closed it.
"Blaine." He said firmly.
"Sebastian." Blaine smirked.
"It's Your Majesty. Ruler. Your Highness, King Sebastian, Sir Sebastian." He said tugging hard on his coat. Blaine just rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I'm sorry, Your Majesty." He bowed.
"Goodnight Blaine." He said, stalking off. Blaine smirked, rolling his hazel eyes, and turned around. He fixed his armor on his arms before he started walking towards his room. He nodded his hey to some servants he didn't even know, running a hand over his gelled back hair. For some odd reason he kept thinking about the new guy. Kurt was it? Blaine remembered how he felt when he walked into the dinning area. His thighs perfectly shaped. The way he tinted pink when everyone noticed him. How is hair was perfectly up. And he couldn't wait to actually get to talk with him. He stopped at the beginning of the stairs an shook his head. He wasn't about to do this. He wasn't about to fall in love with a Lima Resident. Blaine knew that for sure.
He jogged up the spiral stair case and turned left into the dormitory hall. Opening his door, he sighed. He looked around the room and found that his bed was completely made. He looked to the other side and saw another bed, that wasn't there before, that was made too, but had pajamas laid on it. He smirked, staring at himself in the mirror on his dresser. He ran a hand over his face and under his chin, deciding to shave the stubble off later. He took off his armor, placing it under his bed, leaving him in a plain brown long sleeve and long tight pants. He threw the shirt off his body exposing his muscles. He put a hand through his hair and ruffled it, making curls pop out from underneath the tons of amounts of gel. He bent down, taking his shoes off and placed them under his bed.
Stretching he laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Today had been rough for one Blaine Anderson. He hadn't been with the group who raided Lima, so he stayed here, helping other people who had stayed with their sword work. Their weren't any kids in the kingdom, but their were in the town, so no one really had to watch out for them. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before he got rudely interrupted.
"I'm positive! I doubt he'd mind if you stayed with me and Nick. Thad will be there too, so Sir Sebastian wouldnt mind. Uh, Thad put pajamas on your bed already, so come when you are dressed!" Jeff shut the door, smiled at Kurt. Blaine froze for a second, forgetting he was sharing a room with someone. Someone from Lima. He instatly got angry and balled his fist. Kurt finally turned around and jumped when he saw someone sit up in the bed.
"Oh! You scared me!" Kurt said, his voice high pitched. Blaine glared at him, not speaking. Kurt straightened out the tunic he was wearing and walked over to his bed. "You must be Blaine?" He looked over his shoulders to the other man, who was staring at him pretty hard. Kurt gulped an turned back around. He picked up the pajamas he was wearing and turned around.
"Um, I'm pretty sure you know about me already, but I'm Prince-"
"You aren't a Prince anymore." Blaine said hard.
"I- I know, it was a habit. But I'm Kurt. And I guess I'll be staying with you. I just hope you get to like me." He rubbed his sweaty hands together.
"I honestly doubt it, Lima." Blaine spat, standing up and looked at himself in the mirror. He watched at how Kurt dropped his head and slumped his shoulders. Blaine instantly felt bad, but then felt good because this was normal for him. Though he never said it face to face before. Lima and Dalton have been fighting for the higher throne for hundreds of years, so Kurt would get used to the hate thrown at him. But it just seemed that everyone liked him but Blaine himself. He repeated over and over in his head that he wouldn't fall in love with him, and to keep that from happening, he'd half to be mean to him. Blaine unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He took them off in one swift movement, throwing them into a hamper. He patted his chest, continuously looking at Kurt through the mirror who was now taking off his shoes. Blaine looked down and saw that he had a problem so he thought of something else. Anything else. No more goats milk. The paper ran in today. The sun-
"I'm leaving." Kurt said softly. Blaine turned around and mentally frowned. He missed him getting undressed. Kurt was now wearing black shorts and a purple long sleeve, his hair mussed down on his head and his eyes a darker shade than before.
"Why- where are you leaving to?" Blaine asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Just to room 16. I'm staying with Nick and Jeff tonight." Kurt said, connecting eyes with Blaine. He never really got a good look at Blaine. From his muscular legs an thighs to his v-line showing from under his boxers, his toned chest and arms and his hazel eyes. He had curly hair that Kurt could tell needed gel to keep I locked down. Blaine broke the eye contact, focusing on himself again.
"Whatever." He said. He heard Kurt sigh and he broke in side. He stood there staring at himself while he heard the door shut. And he felt tears in his eyes. Because Kurt didn't say goodbye.
