Two days had passed since Kurt had made his deal with Rumpelstiltskin and it was nearing nightfall on the third day. Right after the deal had been put into writing the imp promised to return in three days time with a solution to their problem. Kurt had spent the days in a state of worry. Santana had come up from her new postion as head of the kitchens and tried to distract him from his plight. She had taken out to the taverns one night to sing and drink as they used to, but Kurt's heart wasn't in it. He was always thinking about what Rumpelstiltskin could ask him to do.
This was his last night and He'd asked Santana to leave him be for the night. He needed to be ready for whatever tomorrow would bring. Tomorrow, Kurt thought to himself, tomorrow I have to do something for some all powerful creature in return for our Kingdom's wellbeing. What can I possibly do, He wondered. Nothing good can come from this.
The sun had finally fallen from the sky, making Kurt realize how little time he had before Rumpelstiltskin's visit. Suddenly Kurt felt very restless, like he couldn't sit idle for another minute. Kurt decided that he might go crazy if he didn't get out of the castle and get some fresh air. So, he donned a cloak and quietly made his way out of the castle. He debated getting Santana but decided that tonight was not a night for merry celibration. He exited the castle from the servants entrance and instead of heading into town Kurt wandered into the woods.
Kurt idly walked the hidden trails; the moonlight was particularly bright so Kurt could see quite well. He walked and sometimes would sit all the while humming and trying to clear his head. Kurt stopped and looked up at the clear sky, He'd been out for a while and should probably start keading back to the castle. It was there in the peaceful quiet of the woods that he first heard the voice.
The sound echoed throughtout, shattering the silence of the forest. It was a single note being sung out. Kurt could tell just by listening that the owner of the voice was frustrated and mournful but had no words to express it and it was beautiful. Kurt stood there stunned as the voice continued into a simple melody. In a snap decision Kurt took off in a sprint feeling an intense need to find the owner.
Kurt sprinted through the brush and around trees as he tried to pinpoint the location of the singer. As he hurried thoughts entered his head, How could something on this earth sound so beautiful? Kurt began to wonder if the voice belonged to some sort of mystic being. Even if it did Kurt did not really care. Kurt's run slowed to a walk as he came to the edge of a clearing. He slid behind a tree as the voice died down in fear that he'd been spotted. There was a moment of silence before the person started to hum the melody. Kurt peaked around the tree to see that the clearing had a small pond by it and stanind by that pond was a man. Kurt could only see the back of the man's head which was a mess of dark, unruly curls. The man swayed, still not aware of Kurt's presence, to the song in his head. A bird chirped nearby and the man turned and held his hand out and the bird fluttered down to land on his finger. He began to sing.
I wonder, I wonder,
I wonder why each
Little bird has a someone
to sing to, sweet things to
a gay little love melody

More birds landed around the man as he swayed to the song.

I wonder, I wonder
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
to someone, who'll find me
and bring back a love song to me?

He let the last note die and Kurt's stomach started to knot with nerves. Deciding that now was the time, Kurt stepped out from behind the tree and walked towards the man. The man turned at the sound of Kurt's footsteps. Kurt tried to speak but found himself at a loss for words. The man's face so breathtakingly beautiful and it was causing Kurt's mind to go blank.
Kurt watched as panic and indecision flashed across the man's face before he turned and started to run. Kurt found his voice, "No wait," he yelled. The dark haired man hesitantly stopped and turned to face Kurt. "I did not mean to frighten you," Kurt tried to explain. The man remained silent but made no further attempt to run. His face was a mask of curiosity.
"My name is Kurt," Kurt approached him and offered him his hand.
"Blaine Anderson," He siad quickly and took Kurt's hand.
When their hand met a spark ran through Kurt's whole body, causing him to shiver some. They held hands longer than any socially accepted handshake but Kurt didn't mind and Blaine didn't seem to either.
"I...I heard you singing and just had to find out what could possibly make such a beautiful sound," Kurt said blushing a deep red, realizing his reaction had been a little silly. Blaine slowly pulled his hand out of Kurt's accidentally brushing his thumb on Kurt's knuckles. The simple motion made Kurt want to hold on to Blaine's hand a little longer. Kurt's mind raced, why am I having this reaction to some man I've only just met?
"Thank you," Blaine looked uo into Kurt's eyes and Kurt realized Blaine was blushing just as much as he was. Blaine hastily looked down, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you from going about your business."
Kurt thought for a moment then sat down on the dewy grass and patted the spot next to him, "I don't mind." Blaine slowly seated himself next to Kurt all the while staring at his shoes but occasionally sneaking a strange look up at Kurt. The distance between us is not a big one, Kurt mentally noted. They sat for a second, enjoying the silence. Kurt spoke up, "I've never seen you around the town. What brings you to ou...the kingdom, Blaine?" Kurt made a note not speak of the fact that he was the prince, not yet anyway.
Blaine let out a little laugh, "i would hate to ruin such a nice night which such a sad tale." Blaine sighed and looked down as flashes of pain danced across his face. Kurt, finding confidence form somewhere, placed a comforting hand on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine looked up at Kurt with sad eyes that made Kurt want to hold Blaine until he felt better. He decided, however, that that wasn't exactly appropriate.
"You can tell," Kurt decided to say.

Blaine looked off into the forest, his face displaying the internal debate raging inside his head. Finally he turned to look at Kurt, "I don't know why but I trust you," and he started in on his tale.