So I wasn't going to continue this.
But you all asked so nicely that I just had to :)
This one doesn't have any smut in it though, but hopefully that wont put you off.
Also, loads of you Humble Readers said I made you cry with the first part of this fic.
Half of me was deeply sorry for making you guys cry.
The other half was patting myself on the back for a job well done :P
Anyway, reviews would be peachy.
And I still don't own anything. Ryan Murphy stopped responding to my letters after the last restraining order.
The Prince and the Servant Part Two
His Majesty, Prince Blaine, sat at his desk in his private quarters, his mind wracked with grief. The following evening there would be a banquet at the palace in celebration of his engagement to Rachel Berry, and while his parents were overjoyed, he could not have felt less like celebrating. This impending marriage was a lie. Blaine's whole life was a lie. He filled his quill with ink and began to write in his journal, seemingly without thought. He hoped that writing it all down would lessen his angst.
Why is it seen as a sin that I am in love? What I feel for Kurt is love in its purest form, so how can that be wrong? I try to be normal and I try to feel something for poor, sweet Miss Berry, but I cannot. I cannot force myself to love her. I cannot force myself to change who I am for the benefit of others. But I must. I must marry Miss Berry and one day become King, just as Kurt insisted. But what of our wedding night? Miss Berry is expecting me to give myself to her as she gives over her virtue to me, but I have already given myself entirely to my true love, to my Kurt. It would be a lie, all a lie. Whatever facade I put up when I am with company, when I am alone my mind is plagued with thoughts of what could have been. I am haunted by dreams of my Kurt, my beautiful angel that I can never have, and the life we had foolishly planned and our gorgeous daughter that does not exist. I have shed many a tear for my Kurt. Although I am to marry, my heart will forever belong to him...
He stopped writing and put down his quill, reading back all he had written. He wanted to weep at his own words, at his own pain, but he composed himself. He had been doing that a lot lately; holding back his true emotions before they overcame him completely. No one could know how he truly felt about this engagement.
The next evening came and nearly a hundred people had gathered in the main ballroom of the palace. Musicians were playing, the guests were gaily talking and laughing, and servants were roaming around the room, offering food and pouring wine. Blaine was deeply saddened around all this merriment, but he was skilled enough not to show it. The smiles he worn didn't quite reach his eyes, but no one seemed to notice.
The King stood up and addressed the now quiet ballroom, expressing his joy and pride that his only son had finally found such a perfect bride. After the applause, he invited Blaine and Rachel to dance in the middle of the ballroom, for soon they would be husband and wife. Blaine sighed sadly and smiled, taking Rachel's hand and leading them to the centre of the room. The guests had moved out of the way, to the edges of the room so that they could watch. They turned to face each other, Blaine bowed, Rachel curtsied, and they began to dance together as the musical played and the minstrels started to sing.
"Oh, this the night...
It's a beautiful night...
And they call it Bella Notte...
Look at the skies...
They have stars in their eyes...
On this lovely Bella Notte..."
Rachel was beaming up at him, happier than ever. She really did look beautiful tonight, wearing her finest dress and adorn with jewels. Her dark hair was in ringlets and her large brown eyes shone in the light of the many candles. It seemed such a shame that she loved Blaine so much but he just couldn't feel anything for her. It truly was a shame that he could only pretend to love such a sweet beauty as her. She could never compare to his only love.
"Side by side with your loved one...
You'll find enchantment here...
The night will weave its magic spell...
When the one you love is near...
Oh, this is the night...
And the heavens are right...
On this lovely Bella Notte..."
Blaine glanced over Rachel's shoulder and suddenly his breath caught in his throat. His gaze had fallen on Kurt, who was refilling a goblet with wine for a haughty old Duchess who looked down her nose at him. Once he was done with his task, Kurt looked back at the centre of the room and his eyes locked with Blaine's. An obvious look of heartache took over his beautiful face, and Blaine's chest tightened. He was barely dancing with Rachel now, simply moving side to side as he stared longingly at Kurt.
"Blaine, my darling," said Rachel with a nervous chuckle. "What's the matter? You seem so distracted."
Blaine didn't answer, but simply continued to stare over her shoulder. Kurt looked as if he had been using a lot of self-control not to cry, but his resolve was slipping as Blaine stared at him. Finally he covered his mouth and rushed out of the room as quickly as he could.
"Blaine, what is it?" Rachel pressed, as he had stopped dancing completely now and merely stood.
Suddenly he let go of her and shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he said, walking away from her. "I am so sorry."
He began to run in the direction that Kurt had, weaving his way through the confused guests. He heard Rachel call his name, heard the crowd's baffled muttering, but he didn't care. He made his way out of the ballroom and kept running, unsure of where exactly he was going. But his feet seemed to take him towards Kurt instinctively, and led him out into the courtyard, which had been lit with lanterns for the summer evening. Kurt was sitting on the edge of the water fountain, weeping into his hands. Blaine walked slowly up to him.
"Kurt," he said softly.
Kurt looked up at the sound of his name, his face streaked with tears. Blaine sat down beside him as Kurt tried to calm himself down, wiping all his tears away.
"I'm sorry, Blaine," he said quietly. "I thought that I could handle it, but..."
"No need to apologise," said Blaine. "You have every right to be upset. I'm upset too."
They sat in silence for a while, with nothing but the sound of crickets and the tinkling of the fountain around them, before they both reached out at the same time and held each other's hand, entwining their fingers together.
"You shouldn't be here," said Kurt. "You shouldn't have run out of your own gathering. Your parents, all the guests, they will be wondering where you are."
"I don't care," said Blaine.
Kurt smiled and Blaine couldn't help but smile back at just how beautiful he looked in the moonlight.
"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed. "What are we to do?"
Kurt shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know. All I know is that I love you and it hurts to see you with someone else."
"I love you too," said Blaine. "And it hurts to be with someone else."
Kurt sighed and rested his head on his lover's shoulder. "I know I said that you had to marry Miss Berry and become King and that we would meet again in the next life, but... I honestly don't think I can wait that long."
Blaine chuckled in spite of himself, wrapping his arms around his lover and kissing the top of his head.
"I'm so glad it isn't just me who feels that way," he said. "I love you with all my heart and soul, Kurt, and I would rather have no family and not a penny to my name and have you, then be the ruler of the kingdom and not have you at all. I would give it all up just to spend my life with you."
"But you can't!" said Kurt, raising his head from Blaine's shoulder. "You cannot give up your life just for me! You're the future King, Blaine!"
"But I don't want to be," Blaine insisted. "Let one of my spoilt cousins do it, at least they would actually want to. Kurt, I have known since I was a boy that this life was not for me. I was never sure why, but I knew that this wasn't the life I was supposed to have. I was lost until you came along, sweetheart. I don't want to lose you when I've only just found you."
Kurt frowned and looked at his hands, looking as if he was about to cry again.
"You're everything to me, my love," he whispered sadly. "But I just can't be the reason that you throw all this away. Even if you were not a Prince and I were not just a servant, we still could never be together. Two men aren't supposed to be together. It's a sin."
Blaine shook his head, taking hold of Kurt's hand again and looking at him seriously.
"It is not a sin," he said sternly. "Love cannot be a sin. We have done nothing sordid or evil or perverse. We are merely... in love. And in a sane world we would be allowed to be together just as much as a man and a woman who do not even care for each other but are of the right social class. I don't want you to think you are committing a sin by loving me, Kurt. The real sin is that I cannot marry you, even though I think of it every day."
Kurt smiled broadly, tears shining in his eyes, and he squeezed Blaine's hand. Blaine turned Kurt's head and kissed him softly on the lips. They both sighed as their lips met, and they kissed each other deeper, losing themselves. As he kissed his lover, Blaine wished that they could be back down in Kurt's room, making love just like the first time. They both smiled as the separated. Nothing could have been more perfect.
"I love you, Kurt."
"I love you too."
Blaine suddenly grinned and stood up, offering his hand to Kurt.
"Kurt Hummel, may I have this dance?" he said.
Kurt laughed. "There isn't any music."
"So?" said Blaine with a raised eyebrow.
Kurt just laughed again and took Blaine's hand. "Yes, Blaine Anderson, you may have this dance."
Blaine pulled him to his feet and they began to dance, Kurt giggling all the while as they stare into each other's eyes. Blaine held his lover closer until they were cheek to cheek, the both of them wishing that this night could never end, that there was no past or future to think about and only this wonderful moment, dancing under the full moon and the glittering stars. Blaine found himself singing softly into Kurt's ear, making him chuckle again.
"Oh, this is the night...
It's a beautiful night...
And they call it Bella Notte...
Look at the skies...
They have stars in their eyes...
On this lovely Belle Notte...
Side by side with your loved one...
You'll find enchantment here...
The night will weave its magic spell...
When the one you love is near...
Oh, this is the night...
And they heavens are right...
On this lovely Bella Notte..."
I couldn't think of a proper, conclusive ending so... yeah.
Hope you enjoyed nonetheless, Humble Readers :)
xxx