Chapter 2! I (obviously) decided to make this a multi-chap and I'm working on chapter 3. So for now enjoy this chapter. Please R&R and I'll love you forever and a day.

Disclaimer: Kurt and Blaine are still broken up? Well then, looks like I don't own Glee. (I wouldn't put you guys through that kind of torture.)

The king dragged Blaine to his quarters and out onto the terrace. All of townspeople were waiting down below to hear the important news.

"Ladies and gentlemen! My loyal subjects! Today is a very special day! Today our kingdom will be united with our neighboring kingdom!" There was a loud, roaring applause. "Within the fortnight my dear son and Lady Rachel will be wed!" The cheers grew louder. "Now here he is to express his excitement on the matter. Prince Blaine!" He gestured to his son and clapped. Blaine froze, eyes wide.

"I-I have to go." And he ran as fast as he could back into the castle. He ran frantically through the halls and came across a woman, arms full of baking ingredients. He ran to her side when she started dropping them.

"Careful." He grabbed the basket of eggs.

"Oh! Thank you, m'Lord. I am just in such a hurry."

"Why? Where is everyone else?"

"Oh, you do not know? Every person on staff was ordered to help with the feast for when Lord Berry and Lady Rachel arrive And then for the wedding."

"Oh… i-is Mr. Hummel downstairs as well?"

"Of course. Follow me, sir." She lead him to the downstairs kitchen where everyone was busying about, stirring and mixing, chopping and cooking. She pointed to the corner where Kurt was peeling potatoes.

"Thank you, ma'am." He kissed her hand. She blushed deeply before returning to work.

"Um…Mr. Hummel, I must speak with you." Kurt didn't look at him.

"I am busy, my Lord. Much to do before the wedding." He said 'wedding' with thinly veiled disgust. "Please," he pleaded, "I beg of you. Please come speak with me." Kurt looked around. The other servants looked scandalized that he would refuse the prince. He sighed quietly.

"Very well."

They walked toward Blaine's room in silence. Once the door was closed Blaine spoke quickly.

"Kurt, you have to know, this was not my idea."

"My Lord-"

"I keep telling my father I did not approve of this. He did not listen. He never listens…"

"Like you are not listening right now-"

"I have only met this Lady once before and we did not connect."

"Blaine…"

"You are the only one for me. I have told you this."

"My love!" Blaine stopped and looked at him. "…I believe you."

"You…you do?" Kurt grabbed his hand.

"Yes. But this was such a shock. Why did you not tell me that the king was considering this?"

"I did not want to worry you. And I most certainly did not think he would go through with it after he saw how upset I was about it. I guess he could not see that up on his high horse." Kurt looked down sadly.

"So I guess this is goodbye then." Blaine looked at him with a bemused expression.

"Why would you say that?" He ducked his head and forced Kurt to look him in the eyes.

"Do you not see? This was never meant to be! Fate is punishing us. It is dangling this love, this connection, this dream in front of us and keeping it just out of reach. We keep pursuing it when in reality it is unreachable. No one would ever accept this. They would all love to see you marry her. And I am sure you would be much happier anyway." He finally let the tears fall freely. Blaine said nothing, just held his face and kissed each tear that fell. He looked him straight in the eye.

"I shall never be happy again knowing I had you and I lost you. I would suffer a loveless existence if I did not fight for you. Fate be damned. We'll decide our own fate" Kurt gave him a small, watery smile.

"What are we going to do?" Kurt whispered. Blaine paused. He really had no clue. He reached for Kurt and tucked him under his arm, holding him tight.

"I-I'll think of something. Do not worry." He kissed the top of his head. There was a light knock on the door. They jumped apart as it opened. In walked the king.

"My boy, what was that all abou- oh." He looked at Kurt. "Can I help you, uh…"

"Hummel, my Lord. And no, I was just…"

"He was just congratulating me on the engagement, is all, Father."

"Very well. You are dismissed, Hummel," the king said with a wave of his hand. Blaine glared at him for his rudeness as Kurt gave him one last pleading look before scurrying out of the room.

"Blaine, what was that out there? You are the future ruler of this kingdom. You need to be able to talk to your subjects."

"Oh really, Father? Do you even know half their names? Do you listen to their problems? Do you know that old traditions are dying out and we need to get used to it?!" His father stared, wide eyed.

"Where is this coming from, son?" Blaine sighed and sat on his bed.

"Father…you never even asked me what I wanted. You never listen to others. Never think of others' feelings. I know you are the king but that is just it! A king is supposed to listen so he can help his kingdom!" The king just stared at his son.

"It is not your place to tell me how to do my job," he said in a low voice. Blaine made an exasperated sound and stood up.

"I would not have to if you would just do your job! A normal person would not want to suffer through an arranged marriage to a woman, much less someone like me who does not even like-" He caught himself. "You need to think of others before yourself. You did not like being forced to marry. And look where that got you! The woman was in a loveless relationship and you would never listen to her so she offed herself!" Blaine felt a blinding pain on the left side of his face before he toppled to the ground. He touched his cheek where a red handprint was starting to form. The king stood a little straighter and quiet literally looked down on his son. He breathed heavily through his nose as he spoke.

"The Lord and Lady will be here in a couple hours. I hope by then you will have learned your place and wear a smile when you meet them. The wedding is still on." He glowered at him a while longer before he left and slammed the door behind him.

I don't like ending things on a bad note but I had to stop somewhere. (Don't kill me!)