Kurt waited by the window for his prince to appear, and faithfully as a loyal hound, the man did so. Dark hair and hazel eyes greeted Kurts gaze as his dream man stared up at him, only to smile and reveal that dashing grin.

"Hello, fair sir," he called, and Kurt grinned back. "How fair thee today? I return just as promised. I hope you havent missed me too much."

I could offer you my warm embrace...

The overwhelming need to hold this man in his arms and kiss his cheeks and tell him how very much Kurt had missed him, missed him for all his life thus far, made Kurt grab the book his witch had bestowed upon him and race back to the window with glee in his eyes. "Please, my prince, allow me to do something?" he asked, standing on his tiptoes and bouncing slightly.

Blaine stared up and tilted his head every so slightly, studying the boy he so adored. He would do anything this man asked of him and then some. He smiled and nodded, then called out. "Yes, Kurt. Anything!"

Then the pages flipped quickly and Blaine spun in a whirlwind of magic, floating up and coming out the top as a beautiful, lithe little warbler. He staggered a bit in the air until he got his bearings, then flew straight up to Kurt, gliding through the tower window and singing with his new voice.

And even though he didnt know what this man had done, nor if it could be reversed, Blaine knew he would do it all over again just to be so close to this beautiful boy. He was hooked on the porcelain doll that was Kurt Hummel, and now he was so near he could see every detail. He flew over closer, even as Kurt turned the pages backward and Blaine felt the magic surge once more.

In what felt like but an instant, Blaine was standing before his love, a man again. He looked up into those blue eyes, for the boy stood inches higher, and Blaine felt his breath taken away. He surged forward, catching Kurt in a warm embrace, holding him close and feeling their hearts beat, listening to each other and finally catching a familiar rhythm, beating in time as one.

I could hold you for a million years...

"How did you..?" Blaine mumbled against Kurts shoulder, not daring to let go yet, lest it all be a hopeful dream.

Kurt smiled and giggled and bounced in Blaines arms, giddy with delight. "It worked! Oh, it worked! Oh, thank Sue and all her magic, it worked!" He pulled away from Blaine, only just enough to look down and lock their eyes together, and his smile was enough to warm Blaines heart to bursting. "Oh, Blaine, my prince. I hope I did not frighten you. My witch, my godmother, whatever you want to call her. Sue. She... she gave me this book. And enchanted picture book that turned you to a bird. So that we might be together."

Without even knowing the woman, Blaine silently vowed to repay her for such kindness. The smile that lit his loves face was worth more gold than he thought existed, but hed try to compensate her somehow all the same.

"Will you be able to do that everyday?" Blaine asked, and Kurt bit his lip and nodded. The prince grabbed Kurt and lifted him up, spinning him around in joy. Kurts voice rang out in the room, musical notes echoing off the walls.

Back on his feet and with a smile on his face, Kurt explained how Sue had always been near and helped him find happiness. "Its like shes always known, since the day we first met, what I truly needed. I honestly dont know what Id do without her," he said fondly.

The pair embraced once more after Blaine stared longingly enough that Kurt couldnt help but surge forward. When they parted, just barely, their eyes met and the two paused for but a moment before leaning in and slowly, so slowly, letting their lips meet.

Ive known it from the moment that we met,

No doubt in my mind where you belong...

It felt like heaven. Perfection. It was everything either man ever wanted. Kurt pulled back to breathe and Blaine traced Kurts fair jaw with his hand, gentle touches that spoke of love. They kissed again, then moved to sit on Kurts small bed as there was only one chair in his tower room, and kissed once more.

"I could easily become lost in your kisses, my prince," Kurt breathed, and Blaine let out a light laugh, leaning his head forward to rest their foreheads together. "I fear I never want you to leave, though."

They sat and they talked for hours. Blaine told Kurt of his castle and his family. His brother, Cooper, and the way they hunted together for game that might feed the castle, their servants and staff, and even the village. He spoke of his men, called Wes and Nick, how they grew up together and were loyal enough to die for Blaine should that need ever arise.

Kurt told his prince about his father and how he had been ensnared by an evil woman after Kurts mother passed. There were stories about all the times with Sue bringing him books and a harpsichord, which took up a good deal of space in his tower room, teaching him how to read and write and sing. Sue raised Kurt from the tender age of eight, really, as Burt was kept far from him by that terrible woman.

Then Blaine asked if Kurt still played, and the boy blushed before making his way over to the instrument, settling onto the bench and delicately running his fingers over the keys.

He played softly and with great care, though it looked so natural and sounded so sweet that Blaine lost himself in the melody. Then Kurt began to sing, and Blaine felt sure he was in the presence of an angel.

"The storms are raging on the rolling sea,

And on the highway of regret,

The winds of change are blowing wild and free,

You aint seen nothing like me yet..."

Kurt stopped playing and stood up, walking slowly back to a standing Blaine and sliding easily into his arms. He nuzzled against his princes shoulder, kissing his neck softly and whisper-singing into his ear.

"I could make you happy, make your dreams come true,

Nothing that I wouldnt do,

Go to the ends of the Earth for you,

To make you feel my love..."

"Ill do whatever it takes to show you how much I care, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered back. Then the two fell onto Kurts bed and spent the remaining hours until dusk learning each others bodies. They didnt go further than kissing and chaste touching, but it was so much for them. It felt so good.

By the time his warbler prince flew away in the setting sun, Kurt felt as if he might never want for anything again.

To make you feel my love...