I can not tell you how sorry I am for the hiatus. I have no excuses other than I am lazy. ANYWAY, here we go! Chapter 7! It's been almost 304 days since Klaine broke up so I definitely DO NOT own Glee.
Rest in peace, Big Brother Cory. Godspeed. May the force be with you. And keep cracking jokes and goofing off in Heaven.
Blaine was dragged, kicking and screaming down the stairs to the dungeon. The three guards tossed him into the nearest cell while the final guard slammed the door in the young prince's face and locked it. He ran to the door and gripped the bars, screaming, "You cannot do this! I have not done anything! You gentlemen know me! I need to help Kurt!" The lingering guard looked guilty.
"I am so sorry, m'Lord. King's orders." He looked like he wanted to say more but turned quickly, retreating up the stairs. Blaine let out a distressed cry, shaking the bars. He turned around and slid to the ground, his back pressed against the cold metal. He silently cried for Kurt; pondering a life without him, how much his life has changed since he met him, and how he could not live without the man.
*Flashback*
Fifteen year old Blaine ran down the corridor until he found the small door that led outside. He always came out here when he was upset about something. This time his father had spilt some wine and blamed the mess on a servant. Blaine had tried to help the poor boy but his father ended up lashing out at him as well. So during the commotion he snuck away.
He opened the door and stepped out into the garden. He sat down on a nearby bench and closed his eyes. There was a quiet rustling in the bushes to his left and he heard a soft, albeit surprised, "Oh!" Blaine jumped from his seat and turned to see a boy about his age. One look told him that he was a servant. He was holding a pair of gardening shears and looking positively frightened.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?!" Blaine shouted.
"I-I am sorry, my lord-"
"No one is allowed out here! Only me and my...my mother."
"I am so sorry, my lord. I am fifteen now and have been ordered to tend to the garden now that I am old enough," he clarified quickly, "Please have mercy on me!" Blaine's features softened.
"No, I am sorry. The fault is mine." He ran a hand through his curly hair. "I was just upset because this was our special place, you know? Just her's and mine. And now... Anyway, I am not one to punish unfairly. On the contrary, I do not punish at all. So you will be okay. And you can tend to the garden as you see fit. I am sorry I raised my voice." He started for the door when the other boy dropped the shears and shouted, "Wait!" Blaine paused and turned back back to him. "Please stay. Could you tell me what has you so upset? I-I mean only if you want to. It is just that I will be worried sick about you all night, wondering if there was something I could've done if I had only asked." Blaine gaped at him a little. This boy didn't even know him. Well, aside from the fact that he is the prince. But he was showing concern even after fearing for his life moments ago. Blaine walked over to him.
"Can I ask your name?" he asked kindly.
"K-Kurt, my lord. Kurt Hummel. And I know you, of course. You are Prince Blaine." Blaine smiled.
"Nice to meet you, Kurt. Do you want to sit down?" He gestured to the bench he had been sitting on. Once they were both comfortable Blaine took a deep breath.
"If you want to know why I was upset today it was because of my father and his hostile ways. But that is nothing new. Not lately anyway." He looked down at his feet. Kurt ducked his head to try to look in his eyes.
"And why is that?" he whispered. "What is the long-term reason that you are upset?" Blaine looked at him from the corner of his eye. Should he trust this boy? He didn't know him and he was being awfully vulnerable. He took in his kind eyes. They were as blue as the summer sky and full of concern. He took this moment to take in the rest of him. He had light brown hair that fell slightly over his eyes, a fairly thin frame (but most servants sadly did), and typical servant clothing, although he had kept them very neat. He was very handsome. Then he found himself saying, "My mother died a few weeks ago." Kurt's eyes widened.
"But… we were all told she had left, ran off." Blaine laughed humorlessly.
"My father's doing, no doubt. No, that was a cover up. She... she killed herself. Poisoned herself. I found her lying dead on the floor in her quarters." He fumbled with his hands. He hadn't talked to anyone about this. He looked up at Kurt, who had a look of horror on his face.
"I am so sorry."
"So am I. She was my best friend. And now I am alone." It was silent for a moment and then, "You don't have to be." Blaine tilted his head slightly, curious. "It may not be proper but I can be your friend." Blaine smiled. "Who is to say what is proper?" Kurt smiled back at him. "It would be an honor to be your friend, Kurt. But for the time being I must be getting back to my father. He will most likely be going on a murderous rampage if I am missing for too long," he laughed. As he got up and started opening the door, Kurt's small voice was heard.
"For what it is worth, my mother died when I was eight. Terrible illness. So if you ever want to talk I will be more than willing to listen." Blaine gaped at him. "Thank you." Kurt nodded and with a lingering look the prince left.
During the next few weeks Kurt and Blaine would meet in the garden or in secluded areas in the library and aviary. They laughed and told stories and found they had much in common. They both loved music and the arts. They wanted to travel the world after being stuck in this kingdom their whole lives. They both thought there were many problems in the kingdom that needed to be fixed.
"It is not that I think your father is doing a poor job," Kurt had sputtered, "It is just…"
Blaine laughed. "No, he has been doing poorly. And you do not have to worry about expressing your opinions with me. They will actually be helpful for when I am king." Kurt smiled and laid his head on Blaine's shoulder.
They had quickly become inseparable even though they were sort of sneaking around. Blaine was afraid if his father found out he would try to keep them apart. Or worse, try to get rid of Kurt and his father in some way or another. He didn't want to think about that. So he would just slip away from his father or tutor or whoever was hovering over him whenever he could and run off to find Kurt. He liked this little bit of adventure in his life. This little secret they both shared. They were currently in the aviary, looking out at the view of the kingdom and enjoying the comfortable silence. Blaine kept glancing at his friend who was bathing in the sun and sighing contently.
"My father is taking me to the neighboring kingdom once I turn sixteen." Kurt looked up, confused.
"What for?" Blaine turned his back to the ledge and stared at the various birds fluttering around.
"I have no idea. It must be important. He was very adamant about it. We are going to be gone for a week at least." Kurt perked up at that.
"That is quite a while. And it is only two days away." Blaine smiled slightly.
"You remembered." Kurt gave him a funny look.
"Of course I did, silly. I even made you something." He pulled out a patch of cloth that had words stitched into it that read: 'est risus vester in futuro omnem lacrimam.'
" 'Every tear is a smile in your future.' " Blaine looked up at a sheepish Kurt.
"I thought you would like to remember that all sad and dreary moments pass and will be replaced with happy things to remember instead. Your mother died… and a little while later we met. I know I could not replace a relationship like that. But I can just be your consolation prize. A-And I know you have been studying Latin and you could sew it on one of your shirts or vests… or not. You do not have to-" Blaine wrapped him in a tight hug.
"I love it," he whispered. When he pulled back he swiftly wiped at his eyes. "Do… do you think you could help me sew this on my shirt before I leave? I want to show it off as soon as possible." Kurt blinked at him.
"Yes. Of course."
The morning of his birthday, Blaine woke up much earlier than usual and snuck off to the garden. As he had suspected, Kurt was tending to some rose bushes. He snuck up behind him.
"Well, well. Ignoring the prince on his sixteenth birthday, of all days. I could have you hanged for such debauchery." Kurt had jumped when he heard Blaine but relaxed once he turned around and saw him smiling.
"Well, if the prince does not want his precious garden to grow out of control and turn into a jungle then I must insist I ignore him." He teasingly turned back to the rose bush but Blaine grabbed his shears and held them out of reach. Kurt jumped up to get them but Blaine was taller than him. Blaine just threw them over his shoulder and hugged his friend.
"It is going to be hard being away from you so long," he whispered. "We have not spent a day apart since we met. You are my best friend. The person I confide in, the one I have so much in common." Kurt pulled away slightly.
"You… you said your mother was your best friend…" Blaine looked a little shocked himself. He was about to speak when he heard shouts coming from inside.
"Where has he gone? This is a very important day!"
Blaine sighed. "I have been caught," he laughed. Kurt pulled him in for a final hug and mumbled something that sounded like, 'Happy birthday, my prince' in his ear. He let him go and smiled. "Go." He made a shooing gesture with his hands. Blaine looked at him, biting his lip, and left.
It had been the longest week of Blaine's life. They arrived late that afternoon and were shown to their rooms. Early the next morning he was woken up and shown around the castle. Blaine still had no idea why they were there. To get to know other rulers, possibly. Well… he was half right.
The minute he got home Blaine rushed downstairs to Kurt's quarters. He didn't know where the young man was so he opted for slipping a note under his door. He didn't want others to be suspicious so he simply wrote, 'Home. –B' and waited in the garden.
He was there no more than ten minutes when the door banged open and Kurt rushed in, happy as ever, and hugged him immediately.
"Oh, I have missed you so!" He pulled back to look at Blaine. "It has been so quiet and I have been so lonely. I have had no one to share my thoughts on the book I have been reading or laugh at how ghastly some of these women's dresses have looked. Oh," he hugged him tighter, "do not leave ever again" Blaine smiled and sighed contently, hugging back.
"I have missed you as well." Kurt finally let go and sat on the ground, Blaine following.
"So! How was the trip? What was the big mysterious reason for your leaving?" Blaine looked serious for a moment before pulling Kurt closer and wrapping his arms around him once more, mumbling, "This. This feels right." He lets go. "This was all a grand scheme for me to meet and essentially fall for Lady Rachel Berry. To join forces with our kingdoms. But when she talked I could not find it in myself to listen. When we danced I could not feel the music. When she laughed it did not sound magical. And when we touched it did not feel right." He grabbed Kurt's hand and left it in midair, then pressed his hand to it.
"This feels right, Kurt." Kurt stared at him with wide eyes.
"What do you-"
"She did something before I left I did not know what to think of it. I did not feel anything. But it has not happened to me before so I…" He looked into the other boy's sparkling eyes as Kurt clung to his every word. "I wanted to try something." He leaned in slowly, carefully, not wanting to scare him. He held Kurt's face lightly as he nudged his nose against the other boy's, inching their mouths closer together. Kurt was frozen in shock, eyes wide as he let it happen. Their lips finally met, a little awkward at first, but Kurt relaxed some and leaned into it, closing his eyes. Blaine was so surprised that this kiss was so different. So much more. He brought his hand up and threaded his fingers through his best friend's hair. Kurt gasped lightly and brought his hands up to rest on Blaine's shoulders. Blaine pulled back slowly. Neither of them opened their eyes right away, just sat there with their foreheads touching.
"We-we should get to work…go do something." Blaine was mumbling. He thought he scared Kurt, who wasn't saying anything, just staring. He didn't want to lose his best friend. Kurt lightly touched his hand.
"I thought we were," he breathed. Blaine smiled and relaxed. They leaned in again, both more eager this time.
The next two years were full of secrets and sneaking around but Blaine wouldn't trade them for the world. It wasn't much different than before but this time he could lean in and kiss Kurt whenever he wanted. Well, as long as no one was around. It was kind of saddening to think that no one would accept them. That they were considered some kind of breed of freaks or sinners. But they never talked about it. Just let their feelings lead them. Come Blaine's eighteenth birthday, he prepared to leave on his month-long trip across the land. This was his chance to get himself out there. To meet people and promote himself for when he becomes king. Kurt had grown warier of their relationship as the possibility of Blaine's coronation grew near. He had voiced his fear a couple times, afraid that he will meet many eligible maids and fall for them. When Blaine assured him that he only had eyes for the blue-eyed servant Kurt was ready with a comeback.
"Even so, there is no way we could marry. The law would never have it, nor your subjects or the king!" Blaine cupped his face with one hand while brushing the fingers of the other through his hair.
"Then I will make it my mission on this trip to making people more open-minded to the idea. When I become king I will make sure this mess will all be behind us." Kurt smiled, still unsure. Blaine kissed him long and hard and hugged him tightly.
"I will see you in a month, yeah? It will be over before you know it."
Once the carriage pulled up to the castle Blaine bolted out and across the lawn. He ran inside, searching for Kurt. He had missed him terribly and wanted him to be the first person he saw. He was about to round the corner when he heard Samuel talking.
"Did you hear the prince is returning today?" Then he heard Kurt's voice.
"Is that so?" Once Samuel left Kurt mumbled to himself. "I need to tell him. That this will never work out. No one believes in this. It is wrong. It is wrong…" Blaine ran up behind him and pushed him into a dark corner behind some stairs.
"WHAT-" But then Blaine's mouth was on his.
"I have missed you. *kiss* So. *kiss* Much. *kiss*" Blaine mumbled, punctuating every word with a kiss, kissing down his neck.
"My lo- my lord…"
*End Flashback*
Blaine was shaken from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. He whipped around.
"Lord Berry?"
Okay, HOPEFULLY the next chapter will come a lot sooner. Don't hate me.