A bell rang through out Turvey abbey signalling and hour until supper and Blaine Anderson sighed as he got up from the chair in which he was reading. For Blaine anderson socialising with his familly was the worst kind of socialising; he hated his family and everytihng to do with the estate. Luckily for him he was not the main heir- his so-called perfect brother, Cooper Anderson, was going to inherit the estate when his parents finally died and, as soon as he could, Blaine was going to move away- to London possibly- and follow his dreams of becoming a writer or maybe even an actor. In truth, Blaine had no idea what he was going to do with his life once he had finished growing up: all he knew is that he was going to move away and have nothing more to do with his familly - not that they knew of his plans. His family thought that in two years he's marry his father's best friend's daughter- Penolope- and have two children. They'd live in Penolope's family's estate and live happily ever after. This life was not for Blaine.

Blaine stood up and made his way up to his bedroom. As walked along the grand halls of his family's house, his mind drifted to how his family got their great wealth. His great-great-great grandad invested it in stocks and they bought this estate wsith the profits he made...rather boring actually but when Blaine was younger, his nanny told him that they were distant relatives of the king of Denmark and that as a gift they recieved this beautiful estate along with the princess who lived here. However hwen they got here the princess had fled and wouldn't return until one of the inhabitants fell in love with her. Blaine's mind drifted to what this princess would look like, 'Woah. Watch where you're going there squirt!' Blaine had bumped into his brother, Cooper, who had this rather unfortunate tendancy to call Baline by this stupid and irrelivent nickname of 'Squirt'. 'Oh sorry Coop.' Blaine said avoiding his gaze, still partially lost in his thoughts. Blaine side-stepped his brother and madde his way to his bedroom.

Just as he reached his room he saw his new valet standing outside his door. After his last personal servent was sent up North to work for his great aunt Blaine had been struggling- really struggling- to make himself look acceptable. But this he was not expecting. His new servent was..well there's no other way to describe him...stunningly beautiful...wait what? Blaine shook that idea straight out of his head ad yet, he was still drawn to this man's beauty; Blaine was drawn to his eyes not only were they the most unusual shape and they colours of them- greens, blues and gold flecks spaced thorughout. His hair was styled in a way that Blaine didn't think was possible. This man was stunning. 'Hi I'm new here.' the valet started. 'Blaine.' Blaine answered holding out his hand. 'Kurt.' the other man stumbled, 'I guess I'm here to help you.'