Authors Note: Sorry for the delay, not as many reviews, so I punish. :P I hope you like this chapter. Someone requested pink sunglasses? ;)

.Chapter 5.

Kurt awoke about 10 in the morning according to the alarm clock that he was facing. He quickly remembered last night, after realizing he wasn't alone in his bed. Not only was he not alone, he was more towards the center, and Blaine was curled up into his backside, holding him tightly around the waist. He could feel Blaine's warm breath on the back of his neck, causing him to shiver. Blaine felt him move and just snuggled closer mumbling "I'll keep you warm Kurt."

Kurt was astounded that Blaine was actually dreaming of him. He laid there and relished in the moment. He reached over and grabbed his phone and took a picture of the two of them cuddled up together later on, in case black mail was needed, and also to send to Mercedes.

'Cades. He stayed too late last night past curfew and fell asleep on the other side of my bed. I woke up to his spooning. Here's a pic to prove it. Don't spread it around! xxx– K.

Less than a minute later, his phone buzzed with a response.

OMG he is cute! You are so lucky white boy. Get it ;) xxx – M.

PS. Did I mention after I shivered he hugged me closer and said 'I'll keep you warm Kurt'? xxx – K

Kurt dropped his phone on the bed and he noticed that Blaine's breathing had changed. While Kurt didn't mind it, what would Blaine think? Blaine moaned a good morning, and Kurt responded, still waiting for the sleeping boy to register where he was.

It took Blaine about another minute to realize who he was snuggled into and immediately released his hold on Kurt. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry about that Kurt!"

Kurt chuckled. "No harm no foul. You were just preventing me from going to the bathroom is all."

Blaine blushed deeply as Kurt hopped out of bed to use the restroom. Blaine laid there and realized how lucky Kurt was to not feel what was happening between his legs during his sleep. He was having a wet dream about the young man currently in the bathroom when he woke up, dreaming he was spooning his lover after a round of sex, but it was not true. Blaine started thinking of disgusting things to get his problem to go away, and it wasn't until he thought about himself kissing a girl did it finally resolve.

Kurt came out of the bathroom shortly after allowing Blaine the time to go and use the restroom. When Blaine came out, Kurt was sitting on his computer. Blaine flopped back onto the bed. "So what do you want to do today?" Blaine asked.

"I don't know, anything you would like to do?"

"How about I show you some more of Dalton, and the grounds, maybe pick and work on a solo for your audition, after we grab lunch?"

"Sounds good to me, I just need to shower and get ready."

"Awesome. I'm going to go do the same. Meet you back here in an hour?"

Kurt nodded and Blaine padded out the door. As soon as the door swung shut, Kurt stripped on his way to the bathroom and turned on his shower. He took what he believed the quickest shower of his life, and rushed to fix his hair. Blaine had only given him an hour to get ready, and he still had to pick an outfit! He rushed his moisturizing routine, even though he missed it the night before, fixed his hair, and ran to his closet to find an outfit. He ended up calling Mercedes.

He decided on a pair of regular light wash jeans, a grey button up shirt, a black vest, his Channel coat and a blue/green/grey scarf. He quickly brushed his teeth when Blaine knocked on the door. Blaine was in a pair of dark skinny jeans, a red button down shirt and a white v-neck sweater over it. Tucked into his sweater was a pair of obnoxiously pink sunglasses. Kurt wanted to pull him in and ravish him, but unfortunately he couldn't.

They went down to the dining hall which was mostly empty. Blaine explained that it was a popular weekend to go home or have friends visit, and that generally meant off campus. After their brief meal, Blaine showed Kurt his favorite part of campus, the gardens. Although it was now October, the garden was still a beautiful burst of color with the leaves starting to turn colors. It felt serene and relaxing. It reminded him of his mother's old garden from when he was a child. Kurt knew that if he ever felt homesick this was where he was coming, despite the weather.

Blaine then took Kurt back inside and showed him some secret passages despite being in every one of his classes, he hoped that Kurt would learn his schedule pretty quickly and wouldn't need him at every moment, not that he minded of course. Blaine was thinking, more in case he got sick, or needed to go do something for the Warblers – something dire to tear him away from Kurt. Blaine then took Kurt to the Warblers practice room.

Kurt admired the room, it was different than what he was used to. There were no risers with chairs, or a large Steinway piano in the middle of the room. No, this room had carpeting, and couches and chairs and a table at the front with three chairs. In the corner held a small upright piano that had a thin layer of dust on it.

"As you saw, we are an a capella group. We only use the piano to teach someone notes if they can't hit it without hearing it. Otherwise, it just sits there." Blaine explained. Kurt smiled as he struck a chord on the piano, surprising Blaine. "You play?"

"Used to, I only remember some things."

"Well, do you have any ideas on what you would want to sing for your audition piece tomorrow?" The Warblers practiced at 6 on Sundays instead of on Fridays to get a jump start on the weekend.

"Any suggestions for me? After the conversation last night, I'm tempted to sing from Wicked but I don't know how well that will go over."

"Kurt, you have the vote of two of the Warblers council members already, the audition is just a formality. You could sing the worst song ever recorded and still make it in. But use it as a time to shine, show off your range. If you think that Defying Gravity will do that, then sing it."

Kurt smiled. "Okay, well if that's the case then I don't need to rehearse, I could sing that song in my sleep."

Blaine chuckled. He looked down at his watch and it was already four. "So what do you say, dinner and a movie, or movie and then dinner?"

Kurt pondered for a moment, "Dinner and a movie. Otherwise I will fill up on movie theater popcorn and will never be able to eat dinner."

"Aw, but that's the best part!" Blaine said with a laugh. "I did leave the choice to you, and you said dinner first, so that is what we shall do."

Blaine led Kurt out to the parking lot to his baby, Kurt practically jumped in before Blaine even unlocked the car. Blaine opened the passenger door for Kurt and let him slide in before running around to the driver's side. He started the car and Kurt practically melted into the leather. Despite the chilly air, Blaine put the top down to get the full experience, then turned on his Katy Perry CD to full volume, which immediately started playing Teenage Dream which made Kurt blush.

Blaine put on his pink sunglasses, which made Kurt swoon even more, and backed out of his spot and peeled off, messing up Kurt's hair, but his face made up for it. It was a look of pure ecstasy and joy. He quickly realized Kurt was trying to get his attention . He lowered the volume as Kurt asked. "Mind if I ask something a little personal?"

Blaine nodded as a signal to continue, "Was it just me, or were you singing this song directly to me yesterday?"

Blaine blushed deeply, which made Kurt realize that no matter what Blaine said, the statement was true. "I was. The second you opened your door I got butterflies in my stomach, and my heart dropped to my feet. You have no idea how shocked I was when my 'Hi I'm Blaine' didn't crack like a thirteen year old going through puberty."

"So, you like me?" Kurt asked. He was astounded that someone like Blaine would like him.

"Kurt, who couldn't like you. You're amazing, and funny. You love Disney, you have an amazing voice, you have a sense of humor, and not to mention that you are absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous, and you are an exceptional cuddle buddy. I've known you less than 48 hours and I already know this. Does that answer your question?" Blaine said with a dapper smile.

Kurt's stomach was full of butterflies, his heart was going a mile a minute, and his face was burning beet red despite the frigid air. "Wow. That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Anyone who has not told you that, or told you otherwise is a liar and does not deserve one second of your breath."

Kurt had died and gone to heaven. He wished he had recorded that entire speech so he could play it over and over for other people, but it was already going in his head, and that was most important.

They arrived at a small Italian restaurant halfway between Westerville and Lima. The hostess smiled at them as she seated them at a small table towards the back of the restaurant. Kurt and Blaine scanned the menu, and both ordered spaghetti and meatballs, Kurt with a diet coke, and Blaine with a sweet tea.

They chatted more about their favorite things, and hobbies, interests and memories. Their meals came quickly and both dug into the deliciousness of them. While they ate the air was quiet, but comfortable. When they had finished, they decided their desert would be the movie theater popcorn, both of their secret food loves. When the check came Blaine insisted on paying, "It's what I offered in exchange for your phone number" so Kurt had to let him pay.

The drive to the theatre was quick, and Blaine decided on a romantic comedy that was perfect for snuggling. He bought the tickets there as well as a large popcorn to share. The theatre was empty for a Saturday night, but most people were probably seeing the popular horror film that had just come out. They had the theatre to themselves, sitting dead center of the theatre. Blaine had lifted the arm rest between them and placed the popcorn there so it was easy enough to share. About a quarter of the way through the movie, Blaine saw Kurt let out a slight shiver and put his arm around him and pulled him close. Kurt rested his head on his shoulder enjoying the scent and extra warmth that Blaine provided.

When the movie ended they both walked out of the theatre hand in hand. Blaine did the same as earlier and opened his car door for Kurt, ever the gentleman. The ride home they talked about the movie, well at least Kurt did. Blaine's mind was on the scent of Kurt, how perfectly Kurt fit into the crook of his arm, and just how wonderful it was to be around him. Blaine, however, couldn't help but wonder how Kurt would react to the news he had to tell him. His mother and father had warned him to wait until further in the relationship, but he didn't feel right lying. He finally realized that Kurt is calling his name.

"Hmm?"

"Blaine, I've been calling your name for the last three minutes, are you alright?"

"Sorry, I'm fine, I was just thinking about a lot of things."

"Oh. Alright. As long as you are okay" he said with a smile.

"I'm perfectly fine. Now what is it you wanted to tell me?"

Kurt went on again about the actress in the movie and what other work she did that he admired, and Blaine listened, his heart full of joy at the young boy chatting beside him. Far too quickly they found themselves back in the Dalton parking lot.

Blaine and Kurt walked back in, and Blaine decided it was only fair to show Kurt his room this time. They went up to the third floor to room 302 where the template on the door read "Blaine Anderson". Kurt couldn't help but wonder why the name Anderson was so prominent in his mind, but brushed it off. Blaine's room was about half the size of Kurt's room, he too had his bed front and center of a picture window, but it was only a single. There was only one bedside table, and the TV on the wall was significantly smaller with only a loveseat. There was no walk in closet, but there was a private bathroom about half the size of Kurt's with just a shower stall.

"Welcome to my abode" said Blaine with a smile.

"Wow. Now I realize why you guys freaked over my room."

"Well, this is my single, and Wes and David's room is smaller and they share."

Blaine walked over to Kurt and held his hands in his and looked into his eyes. Kurt met his eyes, and soon the distance between them was closing. Blaine paused for a second and said. "Can I?"

"Yes."

Blaine's lips fell upon Kurt's, and a spark of electricity flowed through them setting off fireworks in each other's heads. When Blaine was about to put his hand behind Kurt's head and pull him closer, he pulled away, not wanting to go too far on the first kiss. He placed his forehead onto Kurt's and looked into his eyes. "Was that okay?" he asked.

"That was more than okay."

Blaine smiled, but the smile quickly faded. "I apologize for being so abrupt with it, but there is something I need to tell you, and before you run off, I wanted to know what it would feel like to kiss you."

"What makes you think I am going to run off? Unless you are a serial killer here to hunt my blood, I'm pretty sure I won't run."

Blaine motioned towards the couch and they both sat down facing each other, hands still intertwined. "It has to do with what I stopped Wes from saying yesterday. I knew I was going to tell you eventually, but I felt yesterday was too soon. Little did I know, twenty four hours later I would be telling you."

"Blaine, you're stalling."

"Right, sorry. Well, there was a reason why I didn't say my last name when I introduced myself. My last name is so well recognized by everyone, they automatically want to get to know me. I've been told by my parents to hold off telling anyone romantically until I get to know them more out of fear, but I figured you would figure it out before I told you, and I also hate lying."

"Blaine, I saw your last name on the door and it struck a bell, but the bell didn't make a sound. What's so special about your last name?"

Blaine took a deep breath, "My parents are the King and Queen of the Denmark."

Kurt's eyes went wide like a deer, and then to Blaine's surprise, he started to laugh.

"Kurt…I don't understand, why are you laughing?"

"Blaine, I have something to tell you also." Blaine looked intrigued. "My grandmother is the Queen of Norway."

It was now Blaine's turn to look in shock. "So…you mean…what?"

"Blaine, both you and I are princes."

Blaine's lips crashed into Kurt's. It wasn't as gentle as the first, but it held more passion. Blaine's hand went to go cup Kurt's face while Kurt's dug into Blaine's hair. The hair action caused Blaine to moan and open his mouth which Kurt took as a sign to open his as well. Their tongues met, tasting the buttery popcorn from the theatre and the sweet tea from Blaine's lips. Their need for air forced them apart. Neither opened their eyes for a few moments, and when they did, their eyes were dark and full of lust.

"I guarantee you my grandmother put the headmaster up to this. I'm sure it's not a well known secret that you are gay and also of royalty, probably why my grandmother wanted me to come here so badly."

"Remind me to send your grandmother a thank you card." Blaine said pulling Kurt in for another kiss.

When Kurt fell on top of Blaine on the loveseat, Kurt pulled back and said, "I should probably go."

Blaine's face look crestfallen, but a glance at the time showed that it was 11:30. Kurt's double bed was much more accessible than Blaine's single or tiny loveseat. Blaine agreed and after one final chaste kiss, Kurt walked out the door and down to his room, where after promptly shutting and locking the door, started jumping around the room in a happy dance. Blaine had kissed him.

Kurt hopped on Facebook really quick to see if Mercedes was on chat. When an IM from her popped up he picked up the phone and called.

"Hello?"

"'Cades!"

"Kurt! Oh my gosh, are you back from your date? Tell me all the details."

"Oh my gaga cades, you are never going to believe this."

Kurt continues to relay the important details of the date and ended with. "He kissed me!"

The screams that Mercedes was emitting from the phone could probably be heard from the doorway. "Oh my gosh Kurt! Was it amazing?"

"It was beyond amazing. But wait, it gets better."

"What is better than that?"

"'Cades…he's a prince too."

"Shut the front door!"

"I can't make this up. He really is, look it up. He's the prince of Denmark."

Kurt could hear Mercedes typing on her computer, and two seconds later, "Oh my gosh, he totally is. He's hot. Why are all the gay guys hot?"

Kurt couldn't help but laugh at this. "But Mercedes, after I told him I was too, we had this really intense make out session where I landed on top of him. If I didn't leave when I did I'm sure we would have ended up doing something before we were ready."

"Well I'm glad you stopped yourself before it went somewhere else. I'm so happy for you boo. Are you guys official?"

"We haven't really talked about it; I mean I guess I can always ask him tomorrow or something."

"Alright. He better make an honest man out of you, or else I'm going to be kicking some white boy ass with some of this chocolate thunder."

"I'll be sure to let him know. Thanks for listening. Good night 'Cades."

"Thank you for letting me be the first person you tell. Night boo."

Kurt went back on his computer and saw that he had another friend request waiting for him, and it was Blaine. His heart swooned as he clicked accept.

He read through the messages New Directions had left him the night before, and replied to every single one personally. Kurt then shut his computer and went to go complete his moisturizing routine. He was halfway through when his phone buzzed. It was from Blaine.

I know you just left, but after spending 48 hours with you, I miss you already. – Blaine x

Kurt couldn't help but smile at that.

Strangely enough, I miss you too. They do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. –Kurt x

Kurt finished his moisturizing routine before checking his phone again.

After not having your for 17 years, the absence of you from my heart has made me pretty fond of you. – Blaine x

That was the cheesiest, most romantic thing I think someone has ever said, and I love it. Thank you. I'm going to head to sleep now. Good night. – Kurt x

Kurt shut the light and climbed into bed when his phone buzzed again.

Nighty night Kurt. Sweet dreams. – Blaine x

Kurt smiled and grabbed the pillow that Blaine had slept on the night before, breathing in the scent, and falling into a deep slumber filled with dreams of Blaine.

Authors Note: So there you have it, the reason why the title says "Princes". ;) Hope I didn't kill the story. I think this is my favorite chapter. Unsure why. I hope you enjoyed it. Review please.