Chapter 1

Prince Kurt stood on the balcony, listening to the party behind him. He wished his father hadnt thrown this party. He wanted to meet his intended in his own time, not at some fancy ball. Someone behind him cleared their throat. Kurt turned startled. Standing there was a handsome boy. He had black hair that he gelled down into a helmet. It appeared to be quite curly, when unrestricted by the gel. His eyes were a strange hazel-gold color, that Kurt had never seen before, but looked very lovely.

"Hello.", said the boy bowing to Kurt.

"Good Evening.", said Kurt bowing as well.

"Im Blaine.", said the boy...Blaine.

"Kurt.", said Kurt.

"Well, Your Highness, Its a wonderful party.", said Blaine smiling.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "My fathers idea. I want to meet my intended my way, at my time."

"I wish as you do.", said Blaine sympathetically. He reached out and took Kurts hand, and gave it a squeeze.

The boys talked for hours. They both avoided the subject of family, as fathers hated each other. They walked down the stairs. At the bottom Blaine turned to Kurt.

"Tonight has been wonderful, Kurt", he said, "I hope I see you again."

"As do I.", Kurt said, squeezing Blaines hand. Both boys leaned in. Just then someone cleared their throat. The boys jumped apart, and turned to face King Burt. Burt looked at Blaine with hard eyes. "I think its time you left son." Blaine nodded. He turned to Kurt. "Good night, Your Highness.", he said bowing. He looked sadly and longingly at Kurt before he turned and walked away.

"What was that, Dad?!", Kurt asked his father after Blaine left.

"What do you mean Kurt? I was protecting you!", said Burt.

"From what?", Kurt asked angrily, "The one boy at this whole fuckin ball that I actually showed interest in?"

"No!", said Burt defensively, "Hes from the Dalton Kingdom, Kurt. You know they dont allow gay people there. He was just leading you on."

"You dont know anything.", said Kurt with tears in his eyes. He couldnt believe that his own father didnt trust his judgment! He knew the Dalton Kingdom didnt allow gay people, male or female, in or out of the city. If you were born in the Dalton Kingdom, and were gay, you were killed. It was a horrendous practice. Kurt had asked Blaine about it when they were talking. Blaine said that often times gay couples would come to him and he would smuggle them out of the country. He himself was waiting till his father died, or at least retired to come out about his sexuality. Kurt admired Blaine for his ability to put other people before himself. Kurt took out the scrap of paper that Blaine had given him, out of his pocket. It read:

Call me sometime, Romeo

(210)555-6699

xo -Blaine :)

Kurt blushed when he read the Romeo part. Blaine was very much a romantic. No matter how hard he tried to deny it tonight. Kurt immediately saved his number in his phone, and dialed. After about five rings, just as Kurt was about to hang-up Blaine answered.

"Hello?", he said.

"Hi, Blaine.", said Kurt softly.

"Kurt!", said Blaine breathlessly.

"So, I was wondering if we could meet at the garden tomorrow night?", Kurt asked shyly.

"Sounds good.", said Blaine the smile on his face, evident in his voice.

"Great!", said Kurt, "Good Night, Blaine."

"Good Night, Kurt.", said Blaine softly. Kurt smiled. He couldnt wait till tomorrow.