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Ch.16*Of Wedding Plans, Tension, And Very Good Dreams*

Kurt's POV

2 weeks later

To say that things had been awkward around the kingdom would be an extreme understatement. Everywhere you went, whether it was the palace or town, there was tension. In the palace, the tension revolved around a few people in particular. Katherine, Noah, and King Burt hardly looked at each other let alone spoke. Katherine and Noah had begun wedding plans, which was a lot of work to do in a month, while the King spent the majority of his time in his chambers or throne room, emersing himself in his royal duties. Kurt was helping Katherine and Noah, he loved weddings, as he tried to avoid Blaine and Sebastian like the plague. They had both apologized and tried to make it up to him but he just needed time and a distraction, both of which he gets as he helps with the wedding. He knew he would have to talk to them sometime but that time was not today. Santana and Rachel were also tense around each other. In fact, he had noticed that they had been ever since the disastrous ball. However, whenever he tried to ask them about it they would just give him excuses or avoid the topic altogether.

"Tana? What's going on with you and Rachel?",Kurt had asked.

She answered with a slight laugh,"Nothing's going on with me and Rachel, Kurt. Why do you ask?"

He frowned,"It's just that you've both been awkward around each other since the ball."

Santana gave him a pointed look,"Kurt. Everyone's been awkward since the ball. There's so much going on that we're all affected by it. The whole kingdom is full of awkward tension lately. That's all it is."

At least Santana had given him some kind of an answer, the same couldn't be said for Rachel.

"Rach? What's going on with you and Santana? You've been tense around each other ever since the ball."

She didn't answer. Didn't even show any sign that she had heard him to begin with.

"Rachel?"

She finally looked up,"Oh sorry Kurt. I've been so distracted lately with trying to help the knights train. What do you think? Should I help them improve jousting or sword fighting next?"

He looked at her like she was crazy,"I don't know, Rachel, you decide. So? You and Santana?",he tried again.

She looked thoughtful and slightly panicked before she schooled her features,"I think we'll work on sword fighting next. Yeah that will work out perfectly. Sorry Kurt I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?",she sprinted away before he could say another word.

It had been that way for the past 2 weeks. Kurt felt at a loss at what to do. What was even worse was how scary it was that Carole and Quinn were both in the best of moods. The past 2 weeks had been like they were completely different women. They were always smiling, complimenting, and helping people. They were constantly trying to help with the wedding, to which Katherine politely declined every time, and would just smile and calmly walk away when they were denied. It sent a chill down Kurt's spine. Those two were never happy. Never.

It was nerve wracking to go to town lately. Whenever he went to town people would stare blatantly at him. Some would whisper and smirk at him while others would stay silent and throw him sympathetic glances. He knew it wasn't all about him, people hadn't taken too kindly to Katherine deciding to go against church and tradition. For the most part, her plan had worked. People spent more time, in the palace and town, being so shocked about her and Noah to really care about Kurt and his scandal anymore. They still cared enough when they saw him though. He knew that the ultimate way to make the scandal disappear was to choose between Blaine and Sebastian and be married. Pressure was something he should be used to as a prince and yet, he wasn't in the slightest. In fact, he didn't think he ever would be.

Blaine's POV

"Kurt. Darling wake up. Kuuuurrrrttttt.",he murmured as he placed feather light kisses all over the sleeping porcelain beauties face.

The angel groaned as he tried to sleepily move his face away, making Blaine huff out a laugh.

"Come on My love. It's our wedding day. Wake up, sweetheart.",he cooed as he ran his finger up and down Kurt's forehead and the bridge of his nose.

"Mmm.",was Kurt's reply as he opened his stunning glasz eyes, a smile forming as his eyes met Blaine's golden hazel ones, "G'morning."

Blaine hummed,"Good morning to you too, beautiful.",he finished with a soft peck to those full pink lips.

Kurt chased his lips, frowning when Blaine just smiled at him from the small distance between them.

"Come back.",Kurt whined from where he was still lying on the bed with his arms outstretched in Blaine's direction.

Blaine could never refuse him anything and happily went, wrapping his arms around Kurt and pulling him to rest against his broad torso. Suddenly, Kurt began to giggle.

"What is it?"

Kurt looked up at him with a watery smile,"It's our wedding day today."

Blaine beamed,"Yes it is."

The two giggled together before Blaine began to gently tickle Kurt's sides, causing the younger one to giggle and squirm all over the bed.

"B-Bl-Blaine!",he shrieked,"Sto-stop! HAHA! Please! I surrender! I surrender!"

Blaine smiled a little devilishly,"You surrender, huh?"

Kurt answered with the same devilish expression and a seductive whisper,"Only to you."

Blaine sprung into action before he even realized it. He looked down to see Kurt directly underneath him with Blaine pinning his arms at both sides of his head. Not wasting another moment, Blaine lowered his head until his lips met Kurt's in a hungry kiss. Kurt responded with just as much gusto, their tongues in an epic battle for dominance that Blaine won. The kiss turned more and more heated over time until air was essential, causing them to break apart. Blaine quickly went to work mouthing and nipping along the side of Kurt's neck, which Kurt made easier by tilting his head to give Blaine better access.

"Blaine! Oh! B-Blaine!",Kurt moaned as his hands found purchase at Blaine's back where he was clawing at Blaine's shirt, trying to take it off.

Blaine quickly took off his shirt, discarding it to some random spot on the floor, before diving back in on Kurt's neck. He began to mouth his way down to Kurt's exposed collarbone, Kurt sighing as he did this. He dragged his hands down the front of Kurt's slim torso until they reached the hem of his top. Wordlessly, they helped each other pull it off before Blaine threw it to join his on the floor. He continued his mouth's journey down Kurt's torso until he reached Kurt's left nipple. He flicked his tongue over the hard nub, using his hand to massage the other, before surprising Kurt with a soft nip to the rosy bud that made him arch off the bed and into Blaine's touch. Blaine switched and performed the same ministrations on the other before licking and nipping his way down Kurt's stomach and to the hem line of his bottoms. He looked up and met the eyes of the man he loved. Kurt looked wrecked already. His hair mused, face flushed, chest heaving, eyes shining, in short he looked more breathtaking then he ever had before which was saying something.

"I love you Kurt."

"I love you too, Blaine. Now, please make love to me!",he demanded with a smirk.

Blaine smirked back as he began to drag Kurt's pajama pants down over his perfect hips and slender legs. Once they were off, he threw them to lord knows where and dragged his eyes over the nearly naked body in front of him, his underwear the only thing keeping Blaine's hungry eyes from seeing all of him. He decided to rectify the situation and went to remove them, anxious to see his love in his completely...Lord Blaine!...gloriously nude form. His fingers wandered below the hem of the underwear, ready to pull them...LORD BLAINE!...down. He looked up at Kurt's face, needing to look into those blue/green orbs of heaven once more before he...MY LORD YOU MUST WAKE UP!...

His eyes shot open to see the bright morning light in his room and to hear the banging on his door from Brittany as his good morning greeting. Looking down at the tent that had formed in his blankets he groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes as he breathed deeply in an attempt to calm himself down.

"MY LORD BLAINE!",Brittany called again with an even more demanding rap to the door.

"Yes Brittany?",he drawled, clearly annoyed at the interruption of not only his rest but of a rather spectacular dream.

"You are expected in the throne room by the King, My Lord. Everyone is. We have some new guests and one of them said he is an old friend of yours."

Blaine looked up, confused by her statement.

"Alright, Brittany. Thank you. Please tell his Majesty that I will be down soon."

"Sure thing, Lord Blaine.",Brittany answered and he could hear her scamper off.

Sighing, Blaine got out of bed to prepare for the day all the while asking himself, "Who the hell could this 'old friend' be?

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