The plane touched down and Kurt huffed as Blaine pushed his blindfold back on with a chuckle. “You're infuriating,” He complained. “Why did I marry you?”
“Hush,” Blaine soothed. “You'll love the surprise, honest.”
Blaine swept his husband into a bridal carry and winced when he felt teeth slide into his shoulder in retaliation. He finally set Kurt back down in the backseat of the car and grabbed his hand when Kurt made for the blindfold again.
The drive was long and Kurt curled up and fell asleep in his lap about five minutes in, the darkness from the blindfold making him sleepy.
“Kurt,” Blaine whispered. “Wake up gorgeous.”
Kurt blinked his eyes open and realised Blaine must have taken the dark material off at some point during the journey. He stretched and looked around, the dark windows not giving anything away. “Where are we?” He asked and Blaine smiled lovingly.
“See for yourself.” He replied and got out to open Kurt's door.
When the door was open Kurt's jaw dropped. They were in the courtyard of a building he'd always heard of but never been to and had dreams of when he was young. Walking the hallways, dancing in the ballrooms but feeling sad when he woke, knowing it was never to be, until now. “Are we?” He stopped and turned to Blaine who was smiling in that ‘look what I did' grin of his when he wanted Kurt to be proud of him. “Are we in London?”
Blaine nodded and his smile split into a grin, flashing his teeth and took his mate into his arms. “I asked Uncle Marius to move out for two weeks. I knew you'd always wanted to go to London and where best than the Blood Palace?”
“You asked your uncle to move out. Of course you did.” Kurt said, rolling his eyes and looking up at the grand building.
Sometime after Vlad Tepes became vampire he travelled the world, leaving his country in the hands of his brother and eldest child. Across the world he built palaces, houses and places for his family to live. In London he built the Blood Palace, a huge palace of white stone with black roofs on the bank of the River Thames. It was an impenetrable fortress and a show of power of the Vampire Royal Family the way the Human Royal Family had Buckingham Palace and their own homes. It was a foreboding-looking place and people all over the world came to gawk and imagine as Kurt had many times, imagining looking out of those impressive windows instead of up at them.

They toured London, went to all the sights and Kurt marvelled at the place he'd always dreamed of. The humans didn't really look their way. Blaine had told him that humans here tended to ignore the vampire society unless they had a reason to be involved. They had a healthy regard for them but kept out of their way as long as the vampires kept out of the humans' way. The vampires didn't either, really. They gave second glances but respectfully lowered their eyes, sometimes smiled their way but they were never spoken to. It reminded Kurt of the lessons in etiquette he'd had years ago from Rachel and more recently by Mina and Katarin. Vampires and humans were always going to be different, their history was tangled together but both societies looked to be different and vampires tried to stay as ‘old world' and traditional as possible. Talking to Royalty just wasn't done and where it seemed the media hunted for stories of the human royalty, either good or bad, they kept their coverage of the vampire royals to a minimum and it was mostly good, respectful and kind. It helped that neither he or Blaine were interested in going clubbing, especially after that horrible night and that their days and nights consist of the things every other tourist does and cuddling together, looking over the Thames. Kurt's standing at one of the windows one day, looking over the river, watching the Eye turn and people walk across the bridge, some looking up towards the palace and him and he's suddenly struck by an almost out of body experience. He suddenly feels hundreds of years old, watching London grow and change around him with this building staying the same, weathering the years as things come and go and as he stares at the County Hall and the barely visible sign of the Dungeons from his angle he sees Nicolae Amorsa, tall and lean with long dark hair running down his back, a long cloak flapping around his legs as he nods at passers-by with a wry smile. His breath stops in his throat as the man stops, turns and looks up, cocking his top hat at him and he nods back. The man smiles and disappears, the scene reverting back to the modern day London afternoon. The Eye turns, a clipper boat carrying commuters and tourists docks and Blaine's voice filters into his mind.

“Kurt? Oh there you are. The kitchen needs to know…hey, are you okay?”
Kurt feels a hand on his arm and he looks at his husband, blinking as he tries to understand what he just saw. “Y-Yeah,” He stutters and glances back out of the window then back to the worried face of his mate. “What does the kitchen want to know?”
Blaine looks at him for a long moment then seems to leave it and smiles. “To know if we're going out or staying in for dinner.”
Kurt's eyes light up and he bounces on the balls of his feet, all thoughts of strange visions gone and his mind full of food, hey he's a growing teenager. “Can we go to the place with the crab and lobster burgers?” He asks eagerly and Blaine laughs.
“Of course we can, beautiful.” He replies and they leave.

Blaine mostly forgets about the moment at the palace until they're on the plane to Romania. They're poring over photos of their time in London, giggling over the things they did and saw. Kurt's favourite place was the Tower of London. His mate loved history and to hear about it from people who so obviously loved their jobs and felt such pride to be part of a rich heritage and a sight to see themselves, thrilled Kurt. He'd talked the ear off of one Beefeater, or Warder as they were known, who in turn asked his glasz-eyed mate about his life and how the vampire royals compared to the humans. Blaine's favourite place was Covent Garden, with the Tower a close second. He'd loved wandering the stalls and shops, looking at all the different things they sold and getting lost in the streets, listening to the street performers, some better than others, some just downright rude that had him turning around and teaching them a lesson but Kurt had dragged him away and in the end he'd been grateful. He didn't need ‘Prince attacks street performer, makes children cry' splashed all over the papers.
“So,” He starts and takes his IPad away, making sure Kurt's full attention is on him. “The night we went to the lobster burger place, where were you?”
Glasz eyes blink at him for a few seconds as Kurt does an impression of a fish then ducks his head and sighs. “I was looking out of the window then I saw…I saw London change, like the years were passing in front of my eyes. I was standing in one of the oldest buildings in the city and looking at one of the newest things. I think I saw history being made but then I saw Nicolae. I don't know how but I saw my great great grandfather. He was walking past the County Hall then he looked at me and nodded. I don't know why he came to me but he was right there and he looked so real, like he was saying he was happy and proud and that everything was going to be okay, stay okay.”
Blaine sits back and thinks for a while then something occurs to him. “Kurt, you know your Great great grandfather was able to see the future?” He asks and Kurt nods. “Well what if you have a little of his power? You often say how you felt like you never fit in with the humans completely, you knew you were meant for something more. You dreamt about royal life, loving me and you came to my ball even with the thought that you'd never have me. What if something of his power is inside you, propelling you into situations that bring you to your destiny or put your mind into the future just enough so that what you think you want, is actually you seeing the future? Maybe he looked into the future and saw you there and you looked into the past and saw him and that moment let you tap into it enough that the future and past joined,” He said contemplatively, fascinated and proud all over again that Kurt was his. Kurt's jaw dropped then clicked shut as he thought about it. It made sense. All of these things that had happened added up, they were a path he was on and seeing his great great grandfather was just another crazy, amazing thing that had happened to him. “I love you.” He hears Blaine say adoringly and he looks over to see his husband's wide honey eyes filled with awe and reverence. He'd blush if he could. Instead he leans over and whispers. “I love you too.” They look at each other then kiss deeply, more in love than ever.

They get home to a throng of paparazzi who call questions to them as they hurry through the front of the airport and into the royal car, smiling and answering in the right places and no-one misses the hand placed against Prince Kurt's lower back as his husband guides him forward.
Romania was a beautiful place but most of the trip, three weeks long, was filled with Kurt bent over a toilet each morning. The staff and guards were worried, constantly on the phone to Blaine's parents and Blaine was terrified but every time he'd tried to cancel their plans his husband had done everything he could to keep to their plans, everything from crying to storming out and forcing Blaine and the guards to hurry after him or get left behind.
They settled into the back of the car and Kurt hissed as Blaine reached out for him, his arms crossed. “Don't even.”
“Are you still angry?” Blaine huffed, his body slumping, tired of his mate's moods flipping like a switch. One moment he'd be loving and adoring, the next he'd act as if Blaine was personally responsible for all the wrong in the world.
“I don't want to be poked and prodded, Blaine. I don't want to be sick all the time and I don't want our honeymoon to end.” He whined and finally allowed Blaine near enough to let the younger man pull him into his arms.
“I know you don't, gorgeous. I don't enjoy it myself. I'm scared, Kurt. I've never seen you be sick. I was passed out when you threw up my infected blood and watching you be sick is scary. I don't want you hurt; ever so we need to let the doctor help you and our honeymoon might be over but the rest of our eternity starts now.”
Kurt huffed and nuzzled into the tanned neck, inhaling his mate's scent. “Why do you always know what to say?”
Blaine laughed and cuddled the chestnut haired vampire closer. “Because it's my job and I'm awesome at it.” He replied smugly.
“Of course you are.” 
The doctor was waiting when they entered the house and he and Kurt went off to Kurt and Blaine's second floor where their bedroom was to check him over. Blaine went to follow but his father grabbed his arm. “My son, we have much to discuss.”
“Father I need to see what's wrong with Kurt.” Blaine replied and tried to follow again but this time his mother stopped him.
“Blaine if I am right Kurt needs some time alone. Your great grandfather and great grandmother are here, let us join them.” She said soothingly and he sighed and nodded, letting them lead him away.
“So what's wrong with me?” Kurt asked as the doctor waved his hand over his stomach. The older man stopped, put his things away and smiled at him.
The door creaked open and Blaine leapt up to see Kurt in the doorway, tears running down his cheeks and his hands protectively over his belly. “Kurt? What is it?” He begged, fear curling in his stomach.
Kurt looked up at him and another tear dropped onto the carpet as a smile stretched over his face. “Blaine,” He gasped. “I'm pregnant.”