Chapter 4

Oh how he wishes for an actual bucket of ice cold water, because while he’s shoved the kneeling prince off of him on autopilot, his dick hasn’t gotten the memo yet that Kurt’s dad is looking for him and he’s so close that a few strokes would probably be enough to finish him off.

“I’ll be right out,” he yells, his voice nearly an octave higher than usual, and looks at the Prince who looks up at him through wide eyes framed by those ridiculously long lashes Kurt finds so hot.

But they can’t finish - not with his dad in the next room that would be… He doesn’t get to finish the thought because Blaine’s mouth is on him, kissing him deep and dirty while his hand wraps around Kurt’s dick and Kurt was right, he only needs a few more strokes. He moans into Blaine’s mouth as he comes, holding onto the Prince’s shoulders because suddenly staying upright seems like the hardest thing in the world. Speaking of hard. Blaine’s dick is digging into his hip and Kurt wants to take care of him too, but he needs to get out of the shower and prepare his dad for his visitor. Kurt kisses Blaine one last time, before he has to pull back.

“Join us when you are ready,” he whispers and wraps one of the towels he’s brought outside around his waist. “You can wear whatever fits from my bag.”

Towel securely around his middle, he hurries into his parents’ bedroom where he dropped off his suitcase and dresses quickly in a black T-shirt and black yoga pants. His wet hair is hanging limp over his forehead and his face is probably still flushed from his orgasm when he meets his dad in the kitchen and is pulled into a bone crushing hug that surprises him after how mad his dad sounded on the phone.

“You okay? No one gave you any trouble getting here?” his dad asks and Kurt nods.

“Good,” his dad releases him and they sit down at the kitchen table. “Whose car is that outside? Looks expensive for a rental.”

“Oh I,” Kurt starts but he doesn’t know who it belongs to. “A friend of Blaine’s I think?”

His dad’s eyebrows shoot up and Kurt braces himself for an explosion.

“You think? You’ve been driving a car from New York and you don’t know who it belongs to? And didn’t you say you’ve had no contact with the Prince since this morning.”

To his surprise, his dad sounds more confused than angry.

“Yeah, about that. I only said that because I knew someone was listening to the call. The guards, they weren’t really looking for me, they were looking for him.”

“You’ve lost me here, kiddo, I thought he was back at the Palace.”

It’s the sound of a second pair of feet walking into the room that has his dad turn around and come face to face with the Prince. The Prince who’s dressed in a Hummel’s Tires and Lube shirt over a pair of Kurt’s jeans rolled up at the ankle. Kurt rolls his eyes while his dad gapes at the Prince. You tell a guy he can wear whatever he wants and he picks the one shirt that tells your dad he isn’t wearing his own clothes, Kurt thinks as his dad eyes the prince in Kurt’s clothes before he seems to remember who he’s dealing with and bows his head.

“Your Highness, I wasn’t aware you are here too,” his dad stammers. “I’m Burt Hummel, Kurt’s father.”

“Please call me Blaine,” the Prince smiles at his dad and offers his hand to shake. “And thanks for letting us stay here while this thing blows over.”

His dad eyes the Prince wearily for a moment before he asks, ”Do you drink Scotch, Blaine?”

He uses a chair to open one of the kitchen cabinets and grabs a bottle hidden in the back. Kurt takes the bottle from his dad and lets Blaine carry the glasses his dad hands to him outside to the porch where they sit down on the steps leading down to the lake.

“Is Kurt going to get into trouble for hiding you here?” is the first thing his dad asks after filling their glasses. Blaine shakes his head.

“No, it’s just me who’ll be in trouble. For now, just with my dad but if the prime minister is informed then there’ll probably be an official hearing because I’m not allowed to leave the state without telling anyone where I’m going.”

“Can’t you call your folks and tell them that you’re okay? I’m sure they’re worried about you,” his dad frowns and finishes his glass. Kurt takes one sip of the burning liquid and puts the glass down.

“I think I had enough to drink last night,” he winces and pushes the glass toward Blaine who shakes his head as well.

“They’d track the call and send the guards after me and I’m not ready to see my dad. He’s not like you Mr. Hummel.”
“Well, I’d say. He’s the King,” Burt jokes but the smile on his face disappears quickly when he sees that the Prince is barely holding it together. “I take it your dad isn’t happy you’re gay. If that’s what you are? I don’t want to assume but with you and my son,” his dad trails off awkwardly and Kurt wishes the ground would swallow him whole even though it’s his own damn fault that his dad knows about the one night stand. Though is it still a one night stand now that they’ve had sex again? 

Blaine nods. “The last time he caught me with a boy, I was shipped off to the army for four years. I don’t know what he’ll do now that everyone knows about it and I don’t wanna find out.”

“For what it’s worth, you can stay here for as long as you need. My wife Carole gave me some food for Kurt and once those guards are gone, you can come and stay with us in Lima. But I still think you should send a message to your family so they know you’re safe.”

Blaine knows that Kurt’s dad is probably right but unlike Mr. Hummel who seems to think that if Blaine just told his family he’s okay they’ll stop looking for him, he knows better. The guards won’t stop looking for him until he’s back at the Palace unless Blaine comes up with a plan on how to deal with the King.

“If you let me borrow your phone, Mr. Hummel, I’ll email my brother. We both have secure email accounts that no one should be able to hack.”

“Be my guest,” Burt hands the Prince his smartphone. “Kurt, why don't you help me unload the car in the meantime.”

Kurt reluctantly follows his dad around the house, not wanting to face the music just yet.

“Okay, what’s going on? Why does the Prince have to hide from his family? And what’s that video everyone is talking about? It’s not a sex thing is it? Please tell me it’s not,” his dad doesn’t waste time.

“Oh my god, Dad,” Kurt turns bright red. “It’s not a sex tape, I promise.”

“Then what is it?” His dad hands him a cooler while he takes a bag with bread, pasta and rice. Bare necessities.

“I emailed this theater that’s doing Bare my headshot asking for an audition and they wrote back that I wasn’t what they’re looking for. Not, 'sorry we’re not holding open auditions', but 'you are not what we’re looking for'. It’s basically a gay musical, Dad, so how could I not have been what they were looking for. They didn’t even hear me sing or saw me act. So I decided to go out and get drunk. I met a guy who seemed nice, we talked and drank all night, he went home with me, I convinced him not to take off in the middle of the night so I wouldn’t feel so cheap, then I wake up a few hours later and he’s freaking out because there are reporters in front of my apartment building. He comes clean, tells me he has to stay in the closet for the rest of his life, Santana comes home and tells me the reporters are looking for a guy that looks like me, she wakes Rachel, chaos breaks out, Blaine has a nervous breakdown, Santana films him and sends it to the media because it’s going to help gay kids everywhere if even a prince can be gay, Blaine freaks out even more, says he can’t go home because his dad will send him to Iran or some place like that, so here we are. Hiding him away from his family,” Kurt finishes his run through of everything that's happened in the last twenty-four hours which is crazy when he listens to himself.

“Santana did that?” his dad furrows his brows. “Wasn’t she outed on KWL when you were in high school.” Kurt nods.

“She insists it turned out to be a good thing in the end and that it will be for Blaine as well.”

His dad’s frown intensifies.

“I know, crazy, right.”

He puts the cooler underneath the sink before putting the pasta and rice into the cabinets. Blaine’s were they left him on the porch, Kurt’s dad’s phone lying next to him.

“You okay?” Kurt asks and sits back down next to the Prince.

“I honestly don’t know. Obviously, I can’t hide in Ohio forever, but I haven’t come up with a plan yet that doesn’t involve telling the world what a homophobic asshole my dad is and that I’m hiding because I’m afraid of what he’ll do to me.”

“Could you maybe give an interview and lie about how supportive your dad is? You could maybe thank him for letting you continue your education in New York. That’s what you wanna do, right?”

“An interview like that would never see the light of day, Sue would make sure of it.”

“We could record you on my phone and send it to the media.”

“No,” the Prince shakes his head. “Any further statements have to come from Palace approved media channels. Anything else would only cause speculations about my relationship with my family. It would look too much like I’m defying my family by releasing stuff guerrilla style. There’s a reason why I’m not supposed to have social media accounts, Kurt. With Santana’s video I can credibly argue that it was taken and released without my consent because look at me in that video. I would never have appeared to the public like that. But any further statements have to be released by the Palace. And anything concerning me has to be approved by my father. I couldn’t give an official interview without his express permission.”

“Bet you’re mightily glad your dad’s just a plain old mechanic,” Kurt’s dad returns from the kitchen area, eyebrows raised.

“I’ve always been proud of you,” Kurt protests. “You got your own business and you’re on the city council - why wouldn’t I be proud to have you as my dad?”

Blaine watches the ease with which Kurt and his dad interact and it makes tears well up in his eyes. It’s been such an emotionally draining day, but after crying in front of the whole nation he refuses to do it in front of Kurt’s dad. He needs to prove that he can be strong, because whatever’s going to happen in the coming weeks, it won’t be easy for Kurt either if wants to stay by Blaine’s side. And even if they decide to part ways, the media would probably still try to dig up dirt on him so their readers and viewers can know who that guy is that had a one night stand with the Prince. Sex sells and of all the scandals he could have caused, he just had to cause a sex scandal, Blaine berates himself. Because this won’t just be about his sexuality, this will turn into a discussion about his lose morals, especially since the Palace only recently announced his engagement to Charlotte. Blaine himself heard about the development from the media, but Charlotte was on board and had given his dad the go ahead. But their engagement also told everyone that Charlotte is a virgin and he could just imagine what some tabloids would say. The poor woman who saved herself for marriage while her boyfriend of five years slept with strange men behind her back. No one expected him to be a virgin when he married, he was supposed to get it out of his system so to speak, before he settled down, but be discreet about it. And being caught half naked in the arms of an equally half naked man - there was nothing discreet about that. And who knows what else the reporters had if they followed him and Kurt all night. For a moment he considers checking Mr. Hummel’s phone for news about him and Kurt, but it’s probably better for their sanity if they don’t check right now.

“Are you staying here tonight, Mr. Hummel?” Blaine asks trying not to make it sound like he’s trying to get rid off Kurt’s dad but Kurt did promise him skinny dipping and then hopefully another round of sex. They should take advantage of the time they still have together in case it’s all over soon.

“Nah, would probably look suspicious if I didn’t come back and I don’t wanna leave Carole alone to deal with the media circus. They've been asking us some pretty intimate questions about you.”

Kurt sighed. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this Dad. All I wanted was to go out and forget about that stupid email. Just have a little fun.”

“I’ve already told you that I disapprove of this kind of behavior,” his dad says and and fixes the Prince with a disapproving stare as well. “Your High-, Blaine. You were lucky too that it was Kurt who took you home.”

Kurt looks at his dad like he’s lost his mind because what is he trying to say?

“I think what the two of you were doing, that’s dangerous. How do you know you’re not going to get robbed or murdered if you go home with a stranger? Especially when you’re drunk.”

There’s a reason, Carole always kicked his dad out of the living room when Sex and the City was on, Kurt thinks.

“How did Carole know you weren’t gonna hurt her when she went home with you after one of your dates. Dating someone first doesn't guarantee that you won’t get hurt.,” Kurt points out, remembering his high school geography teacher who wouldn’t leave her husband even after he beat her again and again. “And I wouldn’t hook up with someone I couldn’t overpower if necessary, no offense,” he adds for Blaine’s benefit. But the Prince shakes his head.

“Don’t think I’m weak just because I’m not super tall. I’m a trained fighter, you couldn’t overpower me unless I let you.”

“We’ll have to test that some time,” Kurt harrumphs and his dad clears his throat.

“Maybe keep the flirting down while I’m here. And Blaine’s proving my point.”

“Maybe we should just stop talking about it,” Kurt suggests because this feels too much like the sex talk his dad gave him when he was sixteen and his dad said you matter, Kurt, don’t throw yourself around.

But sleeping with Blaine didn’t feel like throwing himself around even when he thought it was just a one time thing. He’s always associated it with only having hook ups because you think you don’t deserve better, but he knows that he does and that’s why he hasn’t hooked up before. Not with the men he went to coffee with because they didn’t think he was worth a proper dinner. All they wanted was a quick exchange of basic information and then off to the next bathroom or whoever’s place was closest. Blaine - Blake spent a whole night talking to Kurt, never asking for anything else and if Kurt didn’t invite him over they probably would have gone their separate ways and Blaine wouldn’t have resented him for it. He hooked up with Blake because like he told his father, Blake was good looking, nice and funny and he was respectful, asking Kurt if he could kiss him and giving him time to say no. He didn’t hook up with Blake because he felt like he owed him something, it just sounded like a fun night. And between two consenting adults - there was nothing wrong with a little fun.

“Because I get it, Dad, you don’t like it that I slept with a stranger, but you’re my Dad and it’s pretty much in your job description to disapprove.”

“Okay, okay,” his dad raises his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop nagging you about it. You’re a grown up and you make your own choices. I may not always like them, but I’ll always support you. And that’s why I’m not going to ask if the two of you know what you are doing. You’ll let me know when you’ve figured it out, and I’ll let you know when it’s save to come to Lima.”

His dad shakes hands with the Prince and Kurt follows him outside to his pickup truck.

“Thanks Dad.” His dad sighs.

“Just be careful, kiddo, okay. Because you said it yourself, he wouldn’t have called you if he hadn’t been outed. And now the two of you are stuck together for the foreseeable future. I’m not saying you can’t date him, if that’s what the two of you want, but think about it. Really think things through, because as much as he insists on being called Blaine and telling us not to bow, his father is the King of this country and if you get involved with him the whole world will look at you. You’ll never have any privacy again. It’s more than dating a celebrity because not all people follow that, but everyone’s eye is always on the Palace just waiting for one of them royals to screw up.”

“I, I know, Dad, but we wanna try and see if we still like each other after spending a few days together or if we better part ways. I think I could really like him, but you’re right, I don’t know enough about him to make any decisions yet. I’m not in love with him, I only just met him, and if doesn’t work out it won’t break my heart, but I want to give it a try. And hey, it will probably make me look less like a floozy if we actually give dating a try.”

“I should probably close the shop tomorrow,” his dad grumbles and Kurt feels guilty all over again for dragging his family into this even though none of this is his fault and he wonders if Santana even considered what this would mean for him and if she had if she just didn’t care. He’ll call her when he’s less angry and his phone isn’t tracked anymore.

“Damn reporters, should give them a piece of my mind.”

“Please, don’t. Maybe if you don’t say anything, the press will think they got the wrong family.”

“With that many guards at my house, there’s no denying this, kiddo,” his dad sighs and wraps an arm around Kurt’s shoulder. Kurt leans against him for a moment before he kisses his dad’s cheek.

“Drive safe.”

He watches his dad’s pick up truck back out of the driveway and walks back to the porch where Blaine is holding a glass filled with Scotch, swirling around the content as he looks out at the lake pensively.

“I guess your father hates me too,” the Prince says after a moment of silence and Kurt sits back down next to him.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just wishes my life wasn’t suddenly so complicated, and you know, that I didn’t sleep with handsome strangers,” he adds with a smile and Blaine laughs.

It’s nice to hear him laugh. The Prince has a very nice laugh. They sit close together on the porch while the sun goes down and Kurt’s nearly asleep when the Prince leans even closer to whisper in his ear.

“Do you think it’s dark enough already to go skinny dipping?”

It won’t be the craziest thing he’s done in the last twenty-four hours and so Kurt doesn’t protest when Blaine leads him toward the little jetty his dad build a few years ago, pulling his borrowed shirt off as he goes. The only lights comes from the stars and a boat far enough away that they shouldn’t be seen and so he follows the Prince’s lead and strips off his clothes. Holding Blaine’s hand, they jump into the lake together, Kurt shrieking because the water’s still pretty cold and Blaine splashing him with it as soon as Kurt’s head surfaces, but he relishes in the carefree moment, because he isn’t stupid. It’s not gonna stay this way; they can’t hide and play house forever. Soon they would have to face the public and Blaine’s family. The next days would show if together or on their own.