Was it selfish of him that he wanted to go back home? That he wanted to curl up in bed, cry and not see the light of day for the next century? Or that at least his father was here? Kurt sighed and pushed a carrot around on his plate.

Someone came and took his plate away. People were talking, someone was giving a toast. He heard laughter, the small orchestra was tuning their instruments.

"May I have this dance?"

Kurt looked up and looked into the most amazing eyes he had ever seen. And it was then he realized that those belonged to his husband. It was the first time he really looked at his husband, not merely gazing at him. And he looked … likeable, at least. Handsome if Kurt was honest with himself. And he was polite, something he hadn't expected.

Kurt placed his hand into Blaine's and was pulled from his seat. He followed him to the dance floor and started following Blaine's lead when the violins began playing.

It was a slow dance and Kurt was thankful that he always loved dancing. He could get lost in it, if his partner was good enough. And Blaine was good enough. Slowly he started to tune everything out, the chattering of the other guest, the dance floor crowding up slowly, the tinkling of the glasses in the background. The only thing Kurt could feel were Blaine's hands on his body, he heard the music and felt himself moving along with it.

After Blaine twirled him around and he was securely back in Blaine's arms, Kurt even dared to smile a bit.

"Oh my, who would've thought you looked even more handsome when you smiled?"

Kurt blinked confused.

"No, really," Prince Blaine said, "I think you are handsome."

Despite himself being uncomfortable, Kurt could feel his smile broadening a bit. "Thanks," he whispered.

"And such a beautiful voice."

Kurt felt a light chuckle rising in his chest. Feeling smitten by this complete stranger was easy. He was handsome and genuinely nice. And maybe, some time in the future, Kurt could imagine falling in love with him.

They chatted a while, although Pr- … well, Blaine - "No need calling me Prince," he had said, "we are a couple now." - did most of the talking in the beginning.

And after a while, Kurt started looking around.

King Michael sat between to women. He recognized one of those as Queen Virginia, who looked so much like her son. She had dark curls, too, and a handsome face and even the same hazel eyes. Kurt wondered, if Blaine had inherited something from his father, but then he saw that they shared the same noses and the same chin. The woman on the other side of the king was young, not a day older than twenty-to. And the king was feeding her. When they twirled around another time, he looked again. The king was definitely feeding her. Ugh, the King was actually showing his affection for his mistress in public! And that didn't seem to be enough, since Kurt saw him slapping a young waitress – even younger than his mistress, mind you – on her behind. Kurt shuddered.

"Are you cold?"

Kurt looked at his husband, who in turn looked at him.

"N-no." Kurt managed to say.

"Are you sure? We could pause, I could get you something warm to drink. Or maybe a bit of soup? You have barely eaten during dinner."

Kurt shook his head. "I am not hungry." But his growling stomach proved him a liar.

"Not hungry, sure," Blaine laughed.

They danced on slowly and Kurt didn't notice that Blaine led them to the edge of the dance floor until they stopped.

"You go and sit down over there, and I will get you something to eat."

Kurt wanted to protest, but Blaine raised his hand a bit.

"No protest, please, Kurt. You have to eat something. I'm sure to bring something light, I promise."

"Okay," Kurt answered, going over to where Blaine had pointed. He sat down next to a black girl in a turquoise dress and opposite of a young man with slightly curly hair.

"Hello, I'm Countess Mercedes," the girl introduced herself.

"And I'm Jesse," the boy said, winking at him.

He nodded at them and wondered when Blaine would return. This situation wasn't at all to his liking and if he had the choice he would have preferred being alone with Blaine. Getting to know his husband even more and even – he shuddered at this thought internally – having sex. Get it over with and more important, get pregnant.

"Never thought my sorry excuse for a brother would have someone as beautiful as you for a groom."

Kurt looked up, to find Jesse sitting next to him now. He hadn't heard him moving, but that's no wonder, because the noise in the ball room is getting louder and louder with each passing minute.

"I'm sorry?"

He stared directly at Jesse who obviously spoke. He always thought that the Crown Prince was an only child, so this could only mean...

"My mother used to be a mistress to the King." Jesse seemed to be proud of that fact. "And although she became pregnant years before the Queen ..."

"You're nothing but his illegitimate son, Jesse. He only grants you some certain rights, nothing more. Your mother wasn't even of noble blood," interrupted Mercedes.

"But I can still get Blaine's new asset pregnant, if he should fail."

"What?" Kurt's voice was higher than usual.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart." Jesse looked at him and although he didn't look bad, he wasn't exactly Kurt's type. "We know that you have to," his expression became more intense, "or maybe want to become pregnant soon."

Kurt blushed. "That's none of your business."

Jesse laughed. "Of course not, sweetheart, but just so you know." He leaned a bit closer, if that was even possible, because he had leaned closer during their little chat. Jesse even had the audacity to put his hand on Kurt's thigh. "I am still related to Prince Blaine and," he whispered into Kurt's ear now, "I bet screwing you would be really, really nice."

Kurt blushed even more, he could feel the heat in his face and to his utmost terror he didn't know how to respond. Luckily for him, his husband reached their table in exactly that moment.

"Geez," he sighed and sat down where Jesse hat sat mere moments before. "The cooks and servants in the kitchen are irritable tonight." He placed a small tray with soup and bread in front of Kurt.

Jesse looked at him. "Why didn't you just call a servant to get your husband some food?"

Blaine looked at him with disdain. "You think I hadn't tried that? They are running and bustling like ants."

Jesse grinned. "Like chicken? If you'd chop their heads of, they'd keep on running?"

Kurt had to grin, although he found the comparison really off. Blaine laughed loudly.

"Yes, something like that."

Kurt looked at his food and his stomach grumbling at exactly that moment made him eat. When he was halfway finished, he felt a hand on his knee and someone leaning over to him. At first he was afraid that it was Jesse again, but the voice whispering into his ear was Blaine's.

"See, it isn't so bad. And definitely not poisoned."

Kurt choked on a spoon of soup he was just about to swallow. Blaine patted him on his back and chuckled.

"I'm sorry Kurt."

"Has it..." Kurt coughed again. "Has it happened before?"

Jesse looked at him, as well as every one who sat at the table. "That someone was poisoned?"

Kurt nodded.

"Of course," Mercedes said.

"Last time it was the illegitimate son of the king because he wanted too much," Blaine said pointedly, which made Jesse pout.

They were about to retreat and Kurt was partly looking forward to it – his feet hurt like hell, after all – and partly dreading it. He never had sex, he never had been intimate with anyone else. He never had even kissed anyone else. The wedding kiss had been his first, real kiss. And although his husband seemed nice enough, he couldn't really imagine them being intimate. He was afraid about... About everything, if he was honest with himself. About being naked in front of his husband, although there was nothing to be afraid about, since Kurt knew how a man looked like naked. He was afraid about doing something wrong. Not being enough. And perhaps most of all, he was afraid that it would hurt.

Just as they had left the doors of the grand ball room behind them, someone called out.
"Prince Blaine! Could you please wait for a moment?"

They halted and Kurt could feel Blaine tense next to him. Instinctively he reached for Blaine's hand and squeezed it lightly. Blaine looked at him, smiling.

"Lord Sebastian." Blaine didn't turn around.

"I was hoping I could speak to you for a moment."

Blaine remained silent.

"Alone?"

Kurt turned around to see this Lord Sebastian. He was tall, slender and also handsome. He wondered if the Royalty in this country was constituted of models, since everyone was good looking.

Blaine turned around slowly. "No. I was just retreating with my husband to enjoy our wedding night."

Lord Sebastian scoffed. "Right. As if he would enjoy it. He's nervous and I guess as soon as you start undressing him, he starts trembling like a leaf." He stepped closer. "You could do better, Blaine. You could have me."

Kurt tensed as well. Was Blaine like his father? Would Blaine have lovers, despite being married? Would Kurt have to put up with lovers, or worse: illegitimate children? He had to get pregnant tonight, come what may. A child, hopefully even a son, would secure his position as husband of the Crown Prince. Of course it wouldn't eliminate the possibility that Blaine would take lovers, but at least he couldn't leave him if he provided an heir.

"Yes, yes, Lord Sebastian," Blaine said almost bored. "I could have you and I could have almost everyone else in this kingdom, including the women."

He definitely had to get pregnant, Kurt thought.

"But I still want to spend my wedding night with my husband," Blaine said pointedly.

Lord Sebastian smiled and inched even closer to Blaine. "If you ever tire of him, you know where to find me."

Blaine turned around, grasped Kurt's hand even tighter, bordering on painfully, and left for the staircase.