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Kurt stood outside his room door. He gripped his arms hard and slid to the floor. He has never met anyone that hatred before. He tried calming himself down, wiping the tears from his face. Laying his head on his knees, he started to breath softly.
"Kurt? Are you okay?" Kurt looked up to see Thad walking over quickly. He knelt next to Kurt and lifted his head up with his hand. "Why are you crying?" His dark brown eyes looked into Kurt's with sorrow. Kurt whipped his tears and sniffled.
"Nothing, I- I just miss my parents." He lied. His parents were too busy for him. He never really spent time with them or his brother. He mainly stayed in his part of the castle. Thad nodded, though knew something was up. He stood up and straightened out his blazer before helping Kurt up. Kurt smiled his thank you, and followed after Thad to Jeff's room. Thad grabbed Kurt by the arm and ushered him inside.
"Kuuurt!" Jeff shouted, pulling away from Nick's embrace. He raced over to a startled Kurt. Kurt got knocked into the door when Jeff attacked him with a hug. He looked over at Thad who laughed and walked towards Nick.
"Hey?" Kurt said.
"Jeff." Nick said firmly. Nick walked over an pulled him off Kurt. "My apologies, Prince Hummel." Nick bowed.
"I'm no prince here." Kurt said sitting on one of the two beds.
"YOU WERE A PRINCE?! PLEASE marry me?" Jeff shouted, getting on one knee. Kurt laughed nervously, crossing his legs.
"Too bad you already have a boyfriend..." Thad sang out, laying back on the same bed as Kurt.
"Yeah, well if you aren't marrying me, please let us be best friends!" Jeff stood up, and winked at Nick.
"So are to two dating?" Nick asked gesturing towards Kurt and Thad.
"Can I say the same about you two?" Kurt asked. Jeff nodded hard, wrapping an arm around Nick's waist.
"But no, Kurt and I are not together. You forget that I have a girlfriend that's in town. Besides, if we were, Blaine be furious!"
"Why would he be furious? He hates me." Kurt said calmly.
"Why'd you say that?" Thad asked sitting up.
"He was so mean. He would barely talk, and he looked at me like he would kill me in my sleep." Kurt looked at Nick and Jeff and Thad, seeing how they were happy, and how he was sad.
"I'm sure he was just grumpy." Jeff said.
"Besides, did you not see the way he looked at you during supper?" Thad quipped in. All of them smiled widely at Kurt who have them confused looks.
"Well it doesn't matter now, he officially hates me, and I much rather not talk about it." Kurt sighed and laid back on the bed. He ran a hand through his soft, chestnut brown hair. Nick smirked at the way Thad looked down at him. As if Jeff was reading his mind he blurted out.
"You two go out!"
Kurt sat up quickly. "What?"
"Like, it doesn't have to be a real thing. Just whenever you see Blaine, like state at each other, or like hug." Nick explained.
"Just to get him jealous. Then he'll be crawling and begging for you." Jeff added.
"Who says I want him? Who says I'm gay?" Kurt asked referring to Blaine.
"You two would just be perfect!" Thad said. "And well, are you?"
"Us.. Perfect? No thanks. But I am."
"And so is he. Perfect couple!"
"So.. I just got here. I- I don't know."
"Just go with it." Nick said, pouring him a glass of water.
"I mean, I don't mind." Thad said.
"Well, you are pretty cute.." Kurt joked. Everyone laughed and then settled down.
"Are Wes and David coming?" Thad asked, walking towards the coffee table and picking up a book.
"I don't think so. Wes got two days off, so he and David are going in town to meet their girlfriends." Jeff said, sitting next to Kurt. Nick could see how uncomfortable Kurt was around Jeff. He shrugged it off.
"You know, I sometimes think they made up the whole girlfriend things so they could just go out of town and be together without anyone knowing." Nick said. Kurt was lost. He remembered Wes, he was the one that brought him in the castle. But he didn't know a David. Everyone nodded and then gathered around the small kitchen, getting a slice of pound cake. Of course Jeff got two.
"Guess what time it is!" Thad yelled, lounging on the couch.
"Ah yes. Movies!" Jeff said excitedly.
"I guess we can. Let Kurt on in the movies." Jeff sat down on the coffee table next to Nick and Kurt sat on the floor, legs crossed and cake in lap. "Alright. Here we go!"
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-JUST A RANDOM THING! DONT PAY ANY MIND TO THIS IF YOU DONT WANT TO READ IT!-
"But sir. The front line is falling back. We have no other recruits! We can not push forward."
"Do as I say, Chester. Push everyone forward. Even the archers."
"Lord, I am telling you, we can not! We don't have more people, everyone is injured. All the nurses had to leave for more medicine." Chester panicked, holding the reins to his horse tightly.
"Well, looks like we'll just have to go fight, because we are not losing to Lima, again." Lord Smythe whipped his horse and rode off towards the battle. Chester gulped hard and looked around at the horse men behind him.
"What are ye waitin' for?!" He yelled. "Let's go!" He raised his sword screaming and rode off. Everyone yelled an followed. Chester swung down with his left hand, slicing the enemy on the side of him. He heard his horse make a loud size and he felt himself being lifted into the air. He flew off his horse and landed on something seething sharp. He cried out in pain causing Lord Smythe to look back. He jumped off his horse and ran towards Chester.
"Chester, are- are you... Oh my.." He placed his hands on Chester's bloody chest.
"Get it out! Get it out!" He screamed. Lord Smythe gripped the sword that was deep in Chester's chest. He pulled hard but it wouldn't budge. Chester yelled in pain.
"Hold on, I'll get you to the nurse." He tried to pick him up, but he batted his hand away.
"Don't. Just leave, i be fine. Go and win..." Chester coughed up blood.
"No, I'm taking you."
"No. Go.." Chester started heaving. "You were always a good friend to
me.." Chester gripped his chest, before closing his eyes, one last time.
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"Hey, wake up." Kurt moaned, turning over. "Wake. Up." Kurt opened his eyes slowly and found Blaine standing over him. "Get up. I'm taking you in town, unfortunately." Blaine backed away from the bed and bit into an apple. Kurt sat up, rubbing a hand down his face.
"What time is it?" He asked groggily.
"Why would I know." Blaine have him a weird face before turning around, looking out the window.
"I-.." Kurt didn't finish his sentence. Instead he got up off the bed and fixed it. Blaine turned around and had to blink a few times because Kurt was bent over.
"You don't, um. You don't new to fix the bed. The servants will."
"It's fine." Kurt straightened out the covers. He placed his pillows neatly. Kurt wondered who he had slept with, but thinking about it, it was probably Thad, since Jeff and Nick were together.
"I said you don't have to." Blaine said hard, walking over and messed up the bed. Kurt stared at him like he was crazy. "They can do it. Now let's go." Blaine gripped him by the arm, hardly and pushed him out the room. Kurt didn't argue or talk anymore. He
just sighed and walked with Blaine down the stairs. "We are going to the town's clothing store, to find you something. It won't be nice clothing, but at least you would get something. You know, instead of wearing other peoples clothes." Blaine glanced at Kurt in the corner of his eye. He could tell he was fuming. 'Oh god, please don't blow up.' Blaine thought.
"You know what? I haven't even met you for 24 hours and you already treat me like crap. What did I do?" Kurt said, stopping Blaine from walking by grabbing him by the arm and pushing him on the wall. Blaine reacted badly, and all punched Kurt in the arm, making him wince. Blaine's eyes went wide and tried to reach for Kurt, but he shook him off and leaned against the wall.
"Kurt-"
"Don't talk to me and don't touch me. Let's just get what we need so I can come back and ignore you." Kurt's voice broke at the last word, mentally hurting Blaine. He really hadn't meant to hurt him. But being himself he shook it off and got angry again.
"I'll just get someone else to take you, since you are being such a whimp." Blaine said staring away from Kurt. Just then Thad came from out one door and saw them.
"Hey guys! Blaine, Kurt." Thad grinned. Then he remembered what Jeff and Nick said and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist. The boy tensed and gave him a confused look until Thad kissed him on the head and then he remembered.
"H-hey Thad." Kurt breathed out. Thad let him go and looked at him wit heart eyes.
"What are you two up .to?" He asked, taking one of Kurt's hands. Blaine watched them in disgust. But he was jealous that wasn't him. He wanted to be the one to touch Kurt like that.
"So you two?" He said hardly. He glared at Kurt before looking away so they wouldn't see the hurt on his face.
"Yeah, it was a connection." Kurt wisped out.
"Oh. Well. Thad can take you for some clothes then. I'm going." Blaine nodded to Thad and jogged up the stairs. Once he was no longer in sight, Thad let go of Kurt with a smile.
"So where are we going?"
"To town." Kurt said gloomily. Thad gave him a small nod.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's... I didn't have enough sleep I assume. First night and all." Kurt put his hands in his shorts pocket. Thad looked at him suspiciously before opening the huge door and exiting the castle.
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"Woah, Kurt, look at you." The King said once Kurt came into his room. Kurt blushed a little at the way he was looking at him. Kurt was wearing a very tight long sleeve shirt with pants. He had gold armor on his chest and shoulders and legs, and a sword at his side.
"Hey." He said small. The king motioned Kurt to come sit at the desk so they could talk, and he did just that.
"You look nice, even though it's nothing much. Yet." King Sebastian said, crossing his legs under the table. Kurt just nodded, looking at the papers scattered on the desk. "Is everything alright? How's your stay so far?"
"It's- It's good. But,"
"I know you stayed with Jeff and Nick last night. And it's fine. You can stay with anyone whenever." King Sebatian said with with a smile. Kurt gave him a nod and continued to speak,
"This, Blaine person. He's a little- a little much." Kurt finally met eyes with The King and saw how his eyebrows furrowed up in confusion.
"Well, yes. But is there something wrong between you two? Do you not want to stay with him? I'll be happy to move you into a different room, though the only room avalible is with me..." King Sebastian said, a hint of want in his voice. Kurt liften an eyeborw.
"Eh, no it's fine. It's just that he cares fro himself a lot. I don't mind rooming with him."
"Well, okay. Um, you will start training tomorrow at the feilds. You might start just looking around at the different things. If you want to be an archer, like Jeff, or you can learn to master the sword with Blaine," The King pointed at Kurt's sword. "Or a nurse like Nick. Or basically anything. But you will have to do something here. And maybe one day you will tell us what's going on over in Lima. Like what are there guards like, if they ever have any more."
"So, I'm just here to give you answers." Kurt said, blandly. "I'm here to tell you how to officially take down Lima, and when you do so, I'll just die because you guy's will kill me?" Kurt crossed his arms.
"Not at all, Kurt! We all hope that you will stay, and join us. Besides, Dalton Kingdom is the best here in the Nation."
"I think not." Kurt said, looking away from The King's eyes and looked at what he was wearing. Just a plain black shirt with a grey chest plate. His hair was to the side, off his face and was a brown color. His face kind of reminded Kurt of a merekat, espesially when he smirked.
"Kurt, can I tell you a story?" He asked. Kurt nodded, sitting back comfortably in the chair."OKay, well basically, this whole thing started long ago. Our great great great grandfathers used to be the best of friends when they were younger. They did everything together. The apparently met in school, I remebmber my father telling me it.
-story-
"Remember, to tilt the sword sideways, the strike. You never want to strike straight away. Alright. Grab partners and practice." The instructor called out pacing in front of the group of teenage boys covered in armor. He watched as the took off there helmets to expose their faces so they could find their friends. A blonde kid with dark blue eyes smiled wide as his best friend came waked over, shaking his black haired head at his friend messed up hair.
"Devin, you need to bring a brush with you to maintain your hair." The black haired teen said, his green eyes sparkling.
"Eh, it's just gonna get messed up anyways." Devin said, running a hand through his long blond hair.
"Clark. Devin. Stop talking and get to work." Their instructor barked. The boys winced and put on their helmets. Devin grinned as he whipped his sword out, striking at Clark, an inch before cutting into him.
"Woah, watch it!" Clark said with a laugh. He parried Devin's second strike, spinning to his right and tripping him with his foot. Devin fell hard on his back looking up at Clark who had a foot on his chest and his sword at his neck. Their eyes connect and Clark smirked drawing his sword back. He reached down and grabs his friend by the hand and pulled him up to his feet. They fist bumped and made there way out of the arena and towards the towns market. Before so, they removed their armor and swords, placing them back in the storage room. Clark, caring for his hair too much, stood in the mirror and brushed his hair in his face then flipped it to the right, making the perfect swoop. Devin rolled his eyes, but pushed his hair off his face.
"What to grab something to eat, loser?" Clark asked, exiting the room after Devin. Devin pushed him, smiling.
"It was just practice." He said softly.
"So what! I still whooped your ass. Just wait until next year, we are both going to be in Dalton!" He threw an arm around his friends shoulders.
"Yeah..." Devin said, slumping his shoulders.
"What's the matter?" Clark asked.
"I-I'm not going to Dalton. I'm going to.. To Lima."
"So you see, they weren't friends anymore because of that." King Sebastian stated, slumping back in his chair.
"What does that have to so with anything?" Kurt asked, rubbing his knees.
"Even before our great great great great grandfathers were even in the Nation, Dalton was still better." He said, smirking at Kurt's face of denial.
"Okay. Well it's getting late. I must be going." Kurt stood up slowly and left the large room, shutting the door behind him.
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"We are staying with you." Jeff said, gripping his pillow to his chest. Thad And Nick stood behind him, holding blankets and their own pillows.
"No." Blaine said, glaring at Thad in particular. He didn't know why he was, but then again he did. It was because he didn't have Kurt to himself. And mainly the reason he didn't want anyone over was so they could talk. But he knew that wasn't going to happen because Kurt still seemed mad at him for punching him in the arm. And Blaine knew he couldn't talk to him because he'll get nervous and then find something that will set him off so he can get angry.
"Hey! Come right in!" Kurt beamed behind Blaine, motioning for the boys to come in. Blaine tensed when he felt Kurt's breath on his neck, but the good feeling in him subsided and he moved out of the doorway to let them in. Blaine's face grew into a frown, closing the door after Nick entered the room.
"Kurt, can I- We need to talk." Blaine said firmly, walking onto the balcony. He stood and leaned on the marble railing waiting for Kurt to come out. A few moments later Kurt came out, throwing a plain t-shirt over his bare chest, and just for half a second Blaine witnessed the pale white skin of one Kurt. Blaine almost moaned but he shook his head and turned around to face the courtyard below. Kurt closed the balcony door behind him. It was quite for a few minutes, both of them staring off into space. Kurt was standing by the roses again, gazing at them, a lot on his mind. Blaine stood up off the railing and made his way towards Kurt. He just stood in front of Kurt, crossing his arms over the tank top he was wearing that were exposing his muscles. Kurt finally looked up from the flowers to a pair of hazel eyes. Their eyes met, honey colored ones mixing with the blue orbs.
"Is there something you needed?" Kurt asked softly, looking from Blaine's eyes to his hands. Blaine could tell that Kurt still had anger towards him, but he let his guard down.
"You let them in my room." Blaine said, trying not to raise his voice.
"No," Kurt stated looking up again and connecting eyes with Blaine. "I let them in our room. You forget I'm rooming with you." Blaine blinked hard and turned his head to look over the balcony.
"This is why I can't.." He whispered.
"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, pulling Blaine back to look at him in the eyes.
"I said you can't just let people in!"
"They are our friends, I thought it'd be fine-"
"They're my friends. You just got here, therefore they don't know you." Blaine said angrily.
"I don't get why you are so angry! I let them in because we are all friends here. If it's a big deal, I'll just stay with them!" Kurt shouted back. Blaine backed away an inch, putting space between them.
"I'm angry because I have to be with you! A Lima Resident! The dirtiest of all the Kingdoms!" Blaine shouted back. "It's you who isn't wanted here! Sebastian only wants you for information, and if he's lucky, sex."
"How can you be so mean? I haven't done anything wrong to you. Why do you hate me?" Kurt piped back, glancing away from Blaine and to the flowers. Blaine breathed heavily, a loss of words. Why is it that he hated him. He knows he didn't actually hate Kurt, it just came off that way.
"I don't hate you, I- I just really like-"
"Hey guys, I made cookies!" Jeff shouted from the now open door, cutting Blaine off mid sentence. He closed the door, and then it was silent. Blaine stood awkwardly there, running a hand through his curls. Kurt's face softened at Blaine's first words. 'I don't hate you.' Maybe they had a friendship late on in life. Kurt shrugged it off and walked past Blaine and into the castle. Blaine groaned loudly and sat on the railing, throwing his feet off the edge and hung his head in despair. He almost told Kurt that he liked him. Almost. And if it wasn't for Jeff, boy, he would've kissed him right there. But he didn't. And he probably never will.
