Kurt stepped into the dining room, ready to clear up the breakfast table and find something to bury his head in for the rest of the day, but he was stopped as he pushed open the door, and walked straight into a tense atmosphere.
Blaine's mother and father were seated at the table, looking scared. His eyes widened and he quickly spun around to leave the room.
"Kurt?" Blaine's mother questioned, causing him to stop in his tracks. He turned back around with a smile on his face as he approached the table. The Queen looked at him with a confused expression on her face; Kurt hesitated the slightest amount but proceeded to the table.
"Yes, Ma'am,"
"Is Blaine not with you?" Kurt's eyebrows furrowed.
"Should he be?" Mrs. Anderson's eyes widened and she looked to the King with worry. The elder Anderson stood from his chair.
"Kurt, would you- could you stay here with my wife, just for a moment." He spoke in a calm manner, but by the worried glances he sent Mrs. Anderson, Kurt knew something was wrong. Why would they automatically assume Blaine was with him, in fact, wasn't Blaine supposed to be on an plane by now.
Kurt opened his mouth to ask whatever it was he was going to ask, but the words failed him and he found himself nodding his agreement. Mr. Anderson walked around the table to his wife and took her hand in his, kissing the back of it lightly before leaving the room.
Kurt smiled softly at the action, as he'd never been around the King and Queen often enough to see their intimate little moments, it made his heart warm. He wanted that: the simple kisses and the small moments.
The door shut with force, and Kurt was alone with the Queen. He wanted to ask, he knew he should, but then it wasn't his business. If they'd decided not to send Blaine to Europe then that was there own decision.
"Kurt," the emotion seeped through her voice and Kurt found himself looking up into her tearful eyes. She gestured to the seat next to her sadly, and he took it. "Something is going to happen today," she spoke. Kurt found himself hanging off of each word, his heart started to beat faster as he realised this could be to do with Blaine.
"Blaine, he's in danger."
"Danger?"
"He has been all his life, this day, this thing was always going to happen. He was going to tell you about it but, I'm guessing he hasn't seen you yet." Kurt shook his head, the sadness slowly taking over his body. He could sense the urgent need from Mrs. Anderson as she spoke to him. He could sense the desperate tone used on the word yet, as if somehow 'yet' wouldn't happen.
"He-"
"He's not in his room," Mr. Anderson barged through the door, his face wild and Kurt watched as Mrs. Anderson's face dropped, the tears springing more clearly to her eyes and the edges of her mouth dropping. She stood up immediately, and Kurt followed; both of their chairs scraping along the floor.
"Well then, where the bloody hell is he?" She shouted at her husband, an emotional screech that had Kurt taking a step further back from the table. But, he wanted to know why they didn't know where Blaine was.
"Sorry, does this mean he hasn't gone to Europe?" The King did a double take, like he didn't believe Kurt had asked that question.
"Kurt, that was a cover," Mrs. Anderson started again, speaking through the lump in her throat. "You see on this very day, sixteen years ago, a curse was placed on Blaine. The curse was meant for Blaine to fall into a deep sleep, he'd do this by pricking his finger on a spinning wheel, and-" but after spinning wheel, her words were a blur, Kurt's eyes had dropped, his heart was plummeting through his body and he felt his legs give way before he landed on the floor in a painful heap.
He blinked, his eyelids heavy and he felt an arm rested over his shoulders.
"Kurt? Kurt,"
"My room," he said. "He's in my room." He couldn't see their reaction, but by the shouts made by Mr. Anderson and the cries of Mrs. Anderson, he could hear their emotions.
Kurt had to find him. He had to see him, had to get to him first. He stood up and ran out of the dining room, stumbling into walls as his legs struggled to keep him up. He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, as he kept on running.
He ran through the few corridors it took to get to his own room, turned the corners he needed to turn and then suddenly, he was outside of his door. His hand settled on the handle, but he couldn't force himself to open it, until he did. His hand dropped, his weight pushing the door open on it's own, and Kurt fell through the door, tripping over his own feet and he fell, landing on his hands and knees.
His eyes were locked on the ground and he lifted them slowly, a loud sob escaped him as he took in Blaine's limp body. He'd fallen on his side, his hand spread out from his body, and a small spot of blood patterned the tile.
Kurt crawled to Blaine's side, shaking his head and refusing to believe whatever it was that had happened. He took Blaine's hand in his own and held it against Blaine's heart. A sob escaped his throat as he felt the cold palm of the other's hand; he brought his free hand up to Blaine's jaw, and held it softly.
"Blaine?" He whispered, his breath trembling. "No, Blaine, no." He dropped his head against the Prince's chest and screamed into his body. The high-pitched noise carried through the hallways of the castle, bouncing from wall to wall and causing several servants, who wandered the castle with their baskets of laundry and buckets of water, to stop and listen as the cries rung out.
Mr. and Mrs. Anderson heard Kurt's scream, they heard his cries as they walked closer to the boy's room. The King held his crying wife in his arms, and supported her weight as they moved through the halls. The onlookers watched and bowed as they walked past, confused and concerned glances were sent their way.
He knew some of them had guessed what had happened, some of the staff were trusted enough to hold onto their secret, and he could see the tears collected in their eyes. He didn't want to cry, but the situation was overwhelming, and the emotions were building up. He bit the inside of his cheek and kept his head held high as he walked.
"Blaine, come on. Wake up," Kurt said, through the tears, "for me." He added quietly. His head was resting on Blaine's chest, his forehead resting over his heart and listening to the slow but conscious beat of Blaine's heart. His hands were now wrapped in Blaine's t-shirt, gripping on with dear life and the younger boy lay their motionless. Kurt had rolled him slowly onto his back, and supported his head with his jacket, before he started to speak to the boy.
Their was movement in the door, Kurt heard the shuffle of feet and the intake of breath followed by the sounds of sobs escaping lips. The sounds did nothing to calm Kurt's tears and if anything it made him cry harder.
He wished he wasn't so stubborn, otherwise he'd have gone to Blaine first. He'd have been the first to crack and apologise for twisting his words. Blaine might've told him then, he might've explained this whole thing and how he wasn't going to Europe.
The next thought he had, sent him into hysteria.
Blaine might not have been in his room, where the only spinning wheel, in the whole fucking castle, lived. He could've prevented this.
He heard rather than saw knees hitting the floor and a hand was rested on Kurt's back. He lifted his head and came face to face with a distraught Mrs. Anderson, he let go of Blaine, and went to move back, but the Queen stopped him.
"I could've... prevented this," he said, stuttering in the middle to let out a sob. Mrs. Anderson only shook her head at him in return, her lips twitched up for a split second before her tears took over her face once more.
"You couldn't have," the Queen looked over to her husband, who'd spoken, and he nodded back towards her, the tears had started to fall from the King's eyes. She glanced back to Kurt and wiped her eyes.
"Kurt, he was cursed." Kurt looked down to Blaine. His face was peaceful, his eyes closed. He looked asleep; because that's what he was. He was sleeping; God he was so beautiful. "He is beautiful, Kurt, he's not gone yet." The desperate underlining to her tone, confused him. She was holding back.
"What," he cleared his throat, the tears coming to a halt but his voice raw from the cries. "What do we have to do?" He watched Mrs. Anderson closely, her eyes flickered to her husband so fast; anyone not looking for something would've missed it. She locked her eyes with his, honesty and pleading shining through, Blaine was so much like his mother.
Mr. Anderson knelt besides them both, just to the right of Blaine's head, he threaded his fingers through Blaine's hair and took a shaky breath.
"Kurt," he started, making Kurt shudder with emotion, "there is only one way for Blaine to be..."
"Woken up?" he guessed, to which Mr. Anderson nodded.
"He'll be kissed by his one true love," Kurt gasped, his eyebrows furrowed as Mrs. Anderson looked at him with hope and suddenly, he understood. He knew why they were telling him and he knew why they thought Blaine was with him.
"You think...?" He couldn't believe it, in all honesty he was still pretty shocked after finding out about Blaine and his being gay, but for him to love Kurt the way Kurt loved him, wow.
"I don't think," Mrs. Anderson said as she looked at him with a knowing smile, her eyes spoke the truth.
"But, how can I, I mean, Blaine and his future and I can't be, he doesn't love me." Tears were collecting in his eyes for entirely different reasons. He was still hovered over Blaine's body, his hands still on the younger boy's chest and pulling at his shirt. Whilst the elder Anderson's knelt side by side, their hands had connected and they watched Kurt with fondness.
"He doesn't," he said again, but it was weaker this time. Like the possibility of Blaine's love was something to be considered. It was as he glanced at Blaine, his gaze catching on Blaine's lips, he remembered the kiss they'd shared, the admission, which Blaine had put in, had brought passion to the kiss and lit up Kurt's insides so bright. As he thought about it, was the admission not that Blaine was gay, but that Blaine cared for Kurt, that he cared enough to risk letting Kurt know about his feelings.
"Kurt," he put a hand up, he couldn't think of words at that point, his thoughts were flying everywhere. He loved Blaine, loved him. Not just as a friend but as a hell of a lot more. Was it really possible to love someone the way he thought he loved Blaine, at such a young age? Yes, his mind answered for him.
"Can I have a moment with him?" He asked, not looking them in the eyes, he couldn't just say: 'leave us alone for a second, whilst I make out with your son.' But, then again, they probably already knew he was going to do it.
"Of course," Mr. Anderson replied, he stood up and although Mrs. Anderson looked hesitant to leave Blaine's side, what with the tears still rolling down her cheeks, she took her husband's arm and they left the room, slowly closing the door behind them.
Kurt stood up. He got up and circled Blaine's body a few times. He didn't know how to do this, he didn't want to kiss the boy without his consent, of course, he'd been fine with having his mouth attached to Kurt's those few days before, but this was different.
"For God sake, Blaine, why is nothing ever simple with you?" He asked the sleeping boy, he knelt down beside him once more and took a few deep breaths. "I swear to heaven above, Blaine Anderson, when you wake up," and he did it. He ducked his head, gripping the Prince's jaw and supporting his head with his other hand, he attached his lips to Blaine's.
He was kissing the boy he loved once again, but it didn't feel right. He wasn't sure how long he was supposed to kiss the boy before he woke, and that's when a horrid thought hit him. The thought had him pulling away and holding a hand against his lips. What if he wasn't Blaine's true love? No. He refused to believe it, the kisses they'd shared, the small intimate moments passed between them and the looks he'd seen Blaine give him. They weren't nothing.
He lent down again, and pressed his lips to Blaine's. He moved against them, hoping, praying and just waiting for some kind of response to make this less awkward.
His hopes were being pushed down, nothing was happening, his eyes were squeezed shut and he just kept his lips there, not moving. Just as Kurt was about to pull away, he felt Blaine's lips twitch. Kurt gasped, as he felt Blaine take his lips in his own and push back.
They stayed there for a few seconds, just pushing against each other. They were there, together, and they were both okay, at least until the little need for oxygen became apparent. Kurt pulled back, his eyes were wide and he waited, and waited for Blaine to open his eyes.
"Hi," Blaine said quietly, his eyes were still shut but that smug smile covered his mouth and Kurt wanted to kiss it right back off. So he did.
A/N: I wrote this ages ago, but just never posted it. And I don't really know how I feel about it, but I thought it's about time I finished this.