Blaine and Kurt sat together at one end of the table in the meeting chamber. The table was full with nobility and others stood around, accompanied by Burt, Finn, Rachel, and Noah. At the other end of the table sat Sue Sylvester, and every time anything was suggested by Kurt or Blaine, all the noblemen turned their heads to her to gauge her reaction.

So far, they had decided on a time. Soon. As soon as possible was what Sue had wanted. She was prepared to marry them then and there and they had to send the officiate off that she had bring with her arguing that for the people to embrace the union completely, it had to be made into a city-wide celebration.

So they had settled for the end of the week. That gave them a few days at least. It was clearly making Kurt panic and Blaine watched as Kurt rapidly wrote down ideas and notes on a pad of paper he had brought in, scrawling at a speed Blaine didn't know was possible. Blaine, however, felt alright with it. He was remarkably calm in fact. He was no longer fighting against the nobles but working with them on something, and something that meant so much to him too. Things were coming together.

"I don't want to be addressed as king." Kurt was saying now. "Blaine will still be the ruler."

"So you want to be the queen then? You know that doesn't make any sense." Sue was countering.

Kurt shook his head. "There are other titles for royalty. My experience and training have been military based. Blaine's education is better suited to be the main ruler. That's if anyone feels that I need a title at all. I'm just as happy without one."

"Not happening. You'll be Prince or Archduke or Regent then. And military training or not, if something ever happened to Blaine there, you'll be the one in charge." Sue pointed from Kurt, then to Blaine as she made the suggestion.

The idea made Kurt squirm in his seat. Blaine had been keeping a hand on his thigh to try and reassure him, so he felt the movement.

"Noblewoman Sylvester. Let's focus on my wedding before we plan my funeral." Blaine spoke, trying to redirect the conversation.

The nobles laughed and Sue nodded in agreement. "Certainly. Just want to make sure he knows what he's signed on for is all."

Kurt put his hand on Blaine's and gave it a thankful squeeze, resuming writing down his ideas. Blaine snuck a peek and saw that on one side of the page was a design for what Blaine assumed was a marriage outfit. On the other side was a list of things that had to be decided and coordinated for the marriage, and it was getting longer by the second.

One of the nobles spoke up, "Excuse me. One of my concerns is just that... lineage. I assume you'll be taking on a mistress so that you can produce an heir at least."

Blaine swallowed and felt his stomach turn. He hadn't even been intimate with Kurt yet, a man he deeply desired and wanted with all of his being, and it was being suggested he get in bed with a woman for the sole purpose of making a baby.

Burt saved them both then. "Blaine has many sisters who have not yet been married off to other nations. Any child they have would naturally be in line for the throne. There are MANY Anderson children to step up if required."

Blaine exhaled and looked to Kurt then, noticing just how pale that last question had made him. Another reassuring hand squeeze was given. By the end of this meeting, he was sure they would lose all feeling in their hands.

Sue nodded, "That's agreeable for now. As Blaine said earlier, let's focus on getting them married and then worry about all the other festivities."

And so the meeting went on. The nobility had a surprising lot of input on everything from where it would be held (the courtyard), to who would be invited (themselves of course, the high ranking in the army, and ambassadors from neighbouring empires), who would officiate (Sue had decided it should be her as an additional show of progress in Westerville), how it would be decorated (Red and yellow roses to symbolize the Dalton empire and Lima), the route of the progression through the city to present themselves to the citizens, and even what would be cooked.

"Finally Blaine. Since this whole event is going to show how we plan to support you, I think we should also hold your coronation as part of the wedding." Sue announced and the room looked at Blaine, who had been looking at how Kurt's design had been coming.

He looked to Sue and nodded his agreement. What difference did it make really if he was coronated the same day? It would save money by holding one event instead of two.

He felt Kurt tense up and his hand was squeezed. Burt spoke up. "You know that traditionally when the ruler is coronated that our army leaves as a symbolic sign that we have completed our job. Elias hasn't even been caught yet."

Kurt was tense because if he was coronated, that meant his father left, Blaine realized. He spoke back to Sue, "Perhaps we should delay the coronation then until my father is captured. The army right now is vital. They're training new troops to take over, but we can't expect them to be ready in a matter of a few days."

Sue slapped a hand down on the table, "Well then find him already and end him. This army had no trouble invading the city and defeating the best troops on the continent, but they can't find a single man. You wonder why the nobility has had doubts about you? It's because of this. As soon as they found you they suddenly became less effective."

"That is absolutely ridiculous. We haven't been able to find Elias exactly because he is ONE man. One man can hide easily. For all we know one of you is hiding him!" Kurt snapped without a moment's pause.

Murmurs went up among the nobility and Blaine shook his head and stood up. "We had a lead on Elias this very afternoon and troops are following up on it as we meet. I don't want this meeting to divide us further. This is about coming together and I need all of you united. More importantly, the citizens of Westerville need us all united. We need to progress and move forward so we can truly become an enviable nation for all people."

The murmurs turned into nods and a small chorus of claps.

Blaine looked to Kurt who smiled sweetly to him and gave him one nod, letting him know he was doing good.

After the meeting, it was insanely late, and Blaine was starving. He asked a servant to bring them a tray of leftovers from supper as he and Kurt went to their room. He knew he would still be up for awhile as Burt was going to stop by to let them know if there had been any progress in the passages.

Kurt went to the wardrobe when they got to their room and began undressing slowly. Blaine turned away instinctively. It didn't matter that they were getting married in a few days, he still felt shy about sex. He didn't know what to do, and was incredibly worried about being horrible in bed when the time came.

He felt a hand on his back and Kurt spoke behind him, "Turn around Blaine. Let me help you get changed."

Blaine slowly turned, looking at Kurt's face inquisitively at first and then realizing that Kurt didn't have a shirt on... or pants for that matter. He only wore underpants. Blaine's eyes couldn't seem to help themselves as they roamed up and down over Kurt's lithe, athletic body. So beautiful toned and creamy in colour.

Kurt blushed, "I... I just want to see you. We're going to be married soon and it struck me that we haven't gone past kisses and cuddles."

"Dear gods in the heavens above Kurt... you're absolutely gorgeous." Blaine breathed, his fingers reaching out to roam over Kurt's chest. "It's like you were carved from marble..."

Kurt's blush deepened and he pushed back from Blaine. "You're sweet. But you don't get to touch unless I do. I'm feeling a little on the spot right now..."

Blaine nodded and exhaled. He was having a very difficult time taking his eyes off Kurt's body. Kurt reached over to help Blaine pull the tunic over his head, revealing the top of Blaine's chest, the bandages around his centre, and his stomach.

Kurt ran a hand gently over the bandages, "Did Quinn say how much longer it will take you to heal up?"

Blaine shook his head, "I don't suppose it's quite fair. No matter what, I'm still covered up a bit more than you..."

Kurt's eyes wandered to Blaine's abdomen and his hand extended to trace the V-shaped lines of Blaine's abdominal muscles. The sensation of Kurt's fingers alone could have brought Blaine to ecstasy there and then if he wasn't so tense.

"That's alright... " Kurt began untying the belt holding up Blaine's slacks, "It seems I'm going to be here awhile so I'm sure I'll be able to get to see your chest eventually," Once untied, Blaine's slacks fell to the floor and he watched as Kurt looked down over his legs.

The two of them seemed such a mismatch. Kurt was ivory and smooth and streamlined. Blaine felt so dark, and hairy, and square in comparison.

Kurt knelt and laid a gentle kiss to Blaine's abdomen. His whole body quivered in response, and a moan escaped his lips. "Kurt..."

The angel he was going to marry stood back up and smiled to him, "Don't worry... I don't want you to hurt your chest before the wedding." Kurt took Blaine's hands and led him back to the bed. "You look like some kind of god Blaine, right out of mythology."

Kurt gently pushed Blaine back on the bed and then crawled up on top of him. The amount Blaine could feel through Kurt's underwear had Blaine blushing furiously, and no doubt Kurt could now feel just how attracted Blaine was to him by the bulge in his own underpants.

Each of them let their fingers travel over the body of the other, tracing and mapping, discovering sensitive spots that made the other shudder and moan, or laugh with a tickle. They revealed how they had received different scars and kissed until their lips were swollen.

Neither of them pushed for more, the entire act completely sensual as it was. Periodically their manhoods would brush against one another and they would both moan in unison. After that happening several times by accident, they began grinding against one purposely.

Blaine felt desperation rise within him as they continued to rub against each other. The electrical sensation spreading out from his cock to the rest of him intoxicating his system. He began to jerk his hips up and the way Kurt whimpered as he did, motivated him to continue. Kurt began trembling in Blaine's arms and his moans became louder and more insistent. It took a moment, but Blaine realized that Kurt was close to orgasm. Blaine groaned at the thought and his thrusts upward became more frantic and needy. Blaine came with a low growling moan, while Kurt let out a yell followed by a gasp.

Kurt slumped down onto the bed beside him after a moment and whimpered a little. "Blaine... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to. I don't want you straining yourself..."

Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips, effectively shushing him. "Hey. Don't you dare. That was the best moment of my existence. You. Are. Amazing."

Kurt smiled and gave the shushing finger a kiss, making Blaine tingle in post-orgasmic sensitivity. "I can't believe I've been missing out on that... We could have been doing that this entire time... I would have been so much more relaxed."

Blaine chuckled and began tugging off his now soggy underpants with his fingers. Kurt stopped him and got up, collecting soft linen pyjama pants for them both from the wardrobe. "I forgot my dad is stopping by for an update... Good god. We're lucky he didn't walk in on us."

Blaine took the pyjama bottoms Kurt offered and smiled as Kurt went to the other side of the room to clean himself off and put on his own pyjama bottoms, leaving Blaine to do the same. Despite the intimacy they had just shared, they were still shy about dressing in front of one another.

Just as they finished up and Kurt was collecting their clothing from earlier in the day for the laundry, the door was knocked. Neither of them had time to ask who was there or invite anyone in before Burt burst in with a grin. "Success!"

And then seeing them both in only pyjamas - Burt found himself blushing.