Compelled to return to the man in the tower, Blaine ventured out to the clearing in the wood but a few days later. His brother called for him from their hunting path, but Blaine brushed him off, and Cooper went on with his chase of game. The younger prince left his steed with his loyal men and went to the tower, this time striding into the open air and staring up at the beautiful man above.

When the moon hits you eye...

It looked as though the very moon shone from those crystal blue orbs that the boy gazed out with, and Blaine felt like he could float upon them. They outshone the sun, but not so much in brightness. They were like two moons, soothing him as the night sky did. Blaine felt like he could easily spend forever gazing into those eyes.

The man glanced down and caught Blaine staring, and he felt his face go red at being caught.

When the stars make you drool...

For the stars twinkled right there with those twin moons. The night was there in that boys gaze, and Blaine was falling fast into it. It was a dream he never wished to wake from. Oh, he never thought true love existed, and yet there he was, falling hard and fast in love. Truly in love and he wouldnt change it if he could.

"Fair sir, pray, tell me your name?" he called, hoping not to sound a fool. His heart beat so hard in his chest, that he thought he might suffer a fainting spell at any moment. All he wanted was for that beautiful man to speak.

Kurt took a breath, watching the prince who stood in full royal garb, looking like the young hunter that he was, staring up with want and interest. Staring at him. And Kurt was shocked. How could someone so beautiful, handsome, and regal as a Lord Anderson find him of interest? He didnt know the princes names, but he was sure this was one of them, and his eyes watered just looking at him.

When you walk in a dream, but you know youre not dreaming...

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Kurt cleared his throat and leaned out of his window to better answer the prince. "Kurt. My name is Kurt Hummel, your majesty," he said, as clearly and steadily as he could manage.

He felt foolish for not knowing the princes name, but he also felt an odd stuttering in his heart. This man was looking at him as if he hung the moon and stars, and Kurt had never been gazed at in such a way. Oh, how he wished he wasnt trapped in this tower so that he might be closer, see the mans eyes and the inner workings of his mind. Kurt wanted to know what the man thought of him, what his goals were, what he wanted.

Oh, Kurt hoped the man wanted him.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said, first softly, then loud enough for the boy to hear. He smiled brightly as he looked upon the other man. "I am Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel. And I am quite pleased to make your acquaintance," he said, and then heard the call of his brother from deeper in the woods, announcing his kill of a stag. "Alas, I must assist my brother with his kill, but I will return, fair Kurt. I promise you this. Until then," and Blaine was off, with a last lingering smile at Kurt.

Spinning on his heel, Kurt turned to face his inner tower with a happy smile on his face, though some sadness bloomed in his heart. What would he give to have Blaine in his tower when he visited instead of down on the forest floor, so far from him? Oh, but hed never want to have the man trapped as he was. It was so hard to imagine a perfect scenario. Kurt felt his heart crushing even as he tried.

When he opened his eyes, though, his witch stood before him, a book in her slightly gnarled hands.

Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling...

It was like a bell chiming in his brain as he looked upon the woman who always seemed to lighten his life somehow. The woman who he feared had somehow been cursed by the same stepmother who had locked him away, for there was no way Sue had always been this gnarled, cloaked creature. But she was his confidante, his care giver, and his best friend.

Kurt ran to her and hugged her, despite the way she always groused at him about disliking such affection. "Oh, Sue," he cried, touching her face kindly, then resting his fingers on the book. "What have you brought me now, oh fairy godmother?"

The woman batted his arm for the nickname, but showed him the book all the same. "This, my porcelain prince, is how you get your man," she said, lightly turning the pages so that a man slipped into the form of a bird, then turning them back so that the opposite happened. "Turn them one way quickly while he is in sight, and a warbler he will be. Turn them the other just as fast and your prince he will become again."

She winked at him, then got up to leave. Before she could go, though, Kurt embraced her again. "Thank you, Sue. Someday, I will repay you. I promise."

Thats amore... youre in love!