Hey! So here's another chapter-I hope you like it! Please review, as that's the only way I know people are enjoying this story. Of course you don't have to, and I don't want to sound ungrateful, but I only got one review for the last chapter, and I'm not sure it's worth continuing if it's not really getting any readership. That being said I am having a lot of fun writing it, more so than any of the other things I've written, so I'm pretty sure I'll continue.
Blaine might appear a little more confident than canon because he's grown up as an important person in an important family; he's never had any problem with friends or who he is.
And with all that said and done, here is the next chapter!
When Kurt woke up the first thing he did was groan. He was hoping the conversation was his grandmother had been a dream. Admittedly, Kurt did feel guilty for feeling this way when he had just woken up in a beautiful sweet in a huge palace, but he allowed himself to be a bit selfish today. Sir Bub was still nessling in Kurt's arms; he was almost spooning the cat. It was a bit ridiculous, but when the teenager first arrived at the castle all those years ago, he felt very homesick and scared, and the cuddly cat was the only thing that made him feel safe and comfortable. Since then the pair had been thick as thieves.
Kurt got dressed and made sure his hair was immaculate; he needed to make sure the visitors could see him as a respectable King. He might have put on a little too much cologne, but better too much than too little, Kurt thought. It was ten am by the time he finished getting ready, only an hour before the Andersons were expected to arrive. He decided he should probably fill his stomach, even though Kurt was not hungry in the slightest. Sophia had made it clear to Kurt that meal times should be a family affair in the grand dining room, but he was not up to conversation just yet, so Kurt made his way down to the bottom floor of the palace where the kitchen was. Technically, the room was out-of-bounds for any royals, as it was not as grand as many of the other rooms, as only the kitchen staff were meant to see it, but Kurt really did not care. He walked straight over to the giant fridge and pulled out some leftover pancakes. He didn't even bother to heat them up, Kurt just ate them straight off the plate. He was feeling depressed and nervous; it was allowed.
As soon as he had finished, one of the staff presented a steaming mug of coffee in front of him; he could have kissed them. Nursing the cup, Kurt tried to distract himself from the horrors of the day ahead, and instead thought of what his life as King could be like and all the amazing changes he could make. Before he knew it, Sophia was right in front of him, causing Kurt to jump and spill a little of his drink.
"Kurt! The Andersons should be here in five minutes! We must make our way to the front entrance", she said before sweeping off.
Collecting himself, Kurt brushed his clothes down and checked his hair in the reflection of a spoon one last time before making his way to the grand entrance hall. He stood beside his grandmother, looking at the large front doors. Before too long, trumpets could be heard outside, signifying the arrival of their guests. Kurt took a deep breath, his heart thumping, and waited for the front doors to swing open. And open they did.
The doors banged open quickly, the man who was obviously Lord Anderson storming in and walking right up to the Queen.
"Your staff are totally incompetent!" He yelled. Kurt had never seen someone disrespect a royal so clearly before.
"I am so sorry to hear you feel that way Lord Anderson. It is a pleasure to have you in the palace", Sophia replied, her years of diplomacy kicking in. Kurt was impressed with her tolerance and patience, "I would like to present to you my grandson and future King, Kurt Hummel".
Kurt smiled politely and held his hand out to shake; "it's lovely to finely meet you Lord Anderson", he said, hoping it sounded kind.
"Ah yes, the famous heir. Hmm. You don't look like much of a match for my son. Looks like I don't have much to worry about", he said, before turning around and looking towards the entrance, "where is my son?" he wondered aloud.
Kurt could not believe what he had just heard. Was this man really this rude? He looked up to his grandmother, confused. She just raised her eyebrows, trying to convey to Kurt that she was just as annoyed as he was. At least he wasn't alone, Kurt thought. He was drawn away from his inner dialogue by another person appearing before him. A beautiful person. A really, really beautiful person. Kurt had never seen someone so gorgeous in his whole life. He had gorgeous, brown eyes that Kurt could stare at forever. His hair was dark and gelled, making him appear smart and presentable. His clothes were obviously designer and fitted him to a tee, showing off the boy's muscles. It was at that moment that Kurt realised he was being addressed.
"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt said, causing him to receive a harsh poke in the stomach by his grandmother's elbow. He just received a laugh from the boy.
"Forgive me, your majesty. My name is Lord Anderson, but please just call me Blaine", the boy said as he held Kurt's hand and kissed it gently. Kurt usually hated all this formality and ass-kissing, but he really didn't mind with Blaine. Wait, Blaine? As in, the man who wanted to prove Kurt as a poor King and take over? Kurt was devastated. He didn't even know if the man was gay. Not that it mattered. He was going to be civil, but ignore Blaine as much as possible. He couldn't do anything to make either Anderson think he was a bad heir.
"Hello Blaine. I am Prince Kurt, but please, just call me Kurt", he said, stating the same thing as Blaine, causing the other boy to smile gently. It was then that he noticed that Blaine had not taken his eyes off of Kurt since the moment he walked in.
"Well, you both must be wanting to get settled in. The maids have already brought your things up to your suites. You will be called when dinner is served, but please, take your time", Sophia said, interrupting whatever moment Kurt and Blaine were having.
As soon as Blaine tore his eyes away from Kurt's and took off up the grand stairs, he sighed in relief. That was really intense.
"Grandmother, can I speak with you in private for a moment?" Kurt asked. Everything said in the grand entranceway echoed throughout the whole castle; he really didn't want his new guests to hear this conversation.
"Now dear, I know what you're going to say. Yes, Lord Anderson is a bit…rough around the edges. And I suppose he's not afraid to speak his mind. But that is why I invited them here. Who knows what they are doing in their own mansion, but here, we can keep an eye on them". Sophia stated once they had reached her grand, large office. Kurt wasn't surprised she had led them here; this was the only room of hers anyone but the Queen and her personal staff were allowed into.
"But grandmother, he's awful! How can we just let him say things like that to me? And to you! He's disgraceful! And his son…" Kurt trailed off here, he didn't know what to say. Blaine, although perhaps a bit arrogant, had come off as nothing but sweet. No. It was a trick, Kurt knew it. Blaine was going to make Kurt fall in love with him or something, until he trusted him, and then steal the throne away.
"I know, dear. But I wouldn't do this if I didn't think it would help our cause, alright?" Kurt nodded, admitting defeat in this conversation for now. He could see that he wasn't going to get his grandmother to make them leave, as much as he wanted her too. Kurt traipsed back to his room, dreading dinner more than ever before, and thinking of big, brown eyes.
Surprisingly, Kurt made it to the formal dining room before anyone else; he had tried to rest for a while for get rid of the headache that seemed to be forming, but he just tossed and turned instead. Taking his usual seat to the right of the Queen's chair, he waiting patiently for everyone else, but agitatedly tapping his foot under the table. Soon enough, Sophia, Lord Anderson, and Blaine came in together. Sophia's face gave away the fact that the Lord had just said something offensive once again. As with every dinner, the Queen sat in her seat at the head of the table. The senior Anderson took the chair opposite Kurt, probably so he can be nearer the head seat, Kurt thought. Surprisingly, however, Blaine did not sit next to his father, but rather, took the chair right beside Kurt, so their elbows were almost touching.
Kurt side-eyed Blaine, trying to figure out his ulterior motives. Did Blaine and his dad discuss this seating arrangement beforehand to give them more power? Kurt's headache was back full force, so he decided to ignore all these thoughts for now and focus on the gorgeous food which was presented in front of him. Kurt completely tuned out to the conversation around him; he really didn't feel like contributing, but he made sure to mind his manners to impress the Andersons. From what he could make out, the Queen and Blaine were actually having a polite, civil conversation, with a few harsh words from the elder man which were ignored by everyone at the table.
"And I have to say I am very impressed with Kurt's views on equality. Now only here in Elsiva, but in other nations as well". Kurt perked up when he heard his name. Surprisingly, it came from Blaine.
"I have to say Kurt I am very intrigued by many of your political views. Perhaps we could get together at some point and discuss them?" Kurt didn't know what to say to this, so instead he nodded slightly. Blaine seemed satisfied with this answer, and went back to eating. Kurt just narrowed his eyes at the boy; he really didn't know what to make of him.
The rest of the dinner went the same way; the three made conversation, while Kurt continued eating, only to be dragged into the conversation by Blaine, before Kurt backed his way out of it again. It was draining. After what seemed like forever, Sophia dismissed them all for bed, and Kurt practically sprinted out the room. The guests had only been here one day and Kurt already felt like he was suffocating in this large castle. He needed air. But getting out is hard in a maximum-security castle.
Slipping on his coat and shoes, Kurt opened his bedroom window and slowly starting climbing down the vine beside it. His feet slipped a few times, but he managed to hold on the whole way down. Unfortunately, the vines stopped quite a few feet before the ground, so Kurt was going to have to jump the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, he flung himself off the wall, waiting to land harshly on the ground. But that never came. Instead he felt a soft landing and a gentle laugh. Then his feet touched the floor. Looking up, Blaine was standing there, smiling widely at the Prince. Blaine had just caught Kurt. Blaine had been walking below Kurt's window. Was he planning on kidnapping him or something?
"Sorry about that", Blaine said, still smiling that amazing smile, "I was just taking a walk around the grounds to get some fresh air, and then suddenly an angel just fell into my arms". Blaine was probably joking, but Kurt still blushed. He may have been a part of a lot of clubs at school and a Prince but he still wasn't Mr. popular.
"Erm…that's okay. I was just going for a walk, so I'll see you later", Kurt said quickly, speed walking away from Blaine.
"Woah, woah. It seems silly for the both of us to be walking around on our own. How about I accompany you? I wouldn't be able to sleep if you were harmed out here". Kurt knew that Blaine knew he was perfectly safe in the grounds of the palace, but he couldn't help but let Blaine walk with him anyway.
"You're very lucky to live in a place like this", Blaine suddenly said, cutting through the silence the pair had been walking in before.
"Yeah", Kurt said dumbly, he really didn't know what was safe to say around Blaine.
"You're also very lucky to be Prince", Blaine continued.
"Yeah, and you're not going to be", Kurt stated before he realised what he said. He slapped his hand over his mouth, turning to Blaine with a shocked look.
"I…I…" Kurt said. And what could he say? He had meant it.
Blaine had stopped too at Kurt's remark;
"That's my dad's intention, Kurt. Not mine. I was simply stating that you are in a position many would kill for. Would I love to be King one day? Yes. But I would never take that honour from you", Blaine said. He sounded soft but Kurt could tell he was slightly hurt by what he had said. But what did Blaine expect? His father had come in and stated outright that he was going to try and get Blaine on the throne.
"I'm sorry I said that. But you must understand why I feel that way", Kurt said. Blaine sighed at this.
"Yeah, I do. Sometimes I really wish people would separate me from my dad though", Blaine said, and walked away, obviously upset.
Kurt didn't run after him or try and make him feel better. Instead, he just sat on a nearby bench for a while, thinking things through. He did feel bad for making Blaine upset, and he believed him when he complimented Kurt, but why couldn't he stop feeling like he was just a pawn in the Anderson game?
Thanks for reading; hope you liked this. There's a lot more Blaine in upcoming chapters!