Kurt stumbled backward, trying to maintain his balance before falling against hay bale where he steadied himself, not fully standing, but crouched. He looked up, taking in a deep breath to replace the one Blaine had knocked out of him.

He immediately recognized the man from the painting in the hall. Elias looked more aged in person however, his long dark curls had streaks of grey spun through them and they looked oily and in need of a brushing. His once white tunic had streaks of grey and black over it, torn in various areas. He had no belt for the sword he was carrying, instead the scabbard hung on a rope haphazardly tied around his waist. Under the tunic he wore grey legging, also muddied up to the knee with tears along the lines of his legs. He did not wear any footwear and his toes had long gnarled yellow nails growing from them. If he hadn't seen the picture of Elias, he would have thought they had been approached by a random madman.

Elias was a couple of yards away, and had his crossbow aimed at Blaine's head. Kurt looked back and forth between the father and son, trying to judge the best course of action. A good crossbow was not common and Kurt wasn't sure he could trust that it wouldn't shoot if he lunged at Elias. The adrenaline was surging through him and he knew he needed to act, do something, to save Blaine.

"What are you doing here father?" Blaine said coolly, as if having a weapon aimed at his head was nothing to be worried about. If Blaine distracted Elias, Kurt might be able to draw his sword unnoticed.

"What am I doing here? HERE?! I'm the goddamn king of this place you fucking fairy!" Elias shook at his words that came out in snarled and spit slinging shouts. Kurt moved his hand to his side, reaching slowly for his sword hilt.

Blaine put his hands up, palms out. "You left. It isn't safe for you here father. The Hummel army is here and - NO!"

Blaine's yell came as Elias turned the crossbow on Kurt who froze in spot. "I know they're fucking here. You've gone and married their little fag prince! What a sham!"

Kurt held his breath and looked at the arrow pointed at him. In truth he was relieved it was now on him and no longer on Blaine. It made him more in control of the situation. He would only have to worry about himself.

"No father. Let him be. Please. You're mad at me." Blaine was now rambling, his voice quaking in panic. Kurt could see his face from the corner of his eye, eyes beginning to water and grow wide in fear.

"Damn right I am. Send me a note telling me to surrender so you can marry like you have that right." Elias' eyes narrowed as he looked down the crossbow, finger gently running along the trigger. Kurt's best hope if he hit the trigger would be to move quickly in place and hope his armor could take it.

"You left... there wasn't any hope for you to return. Please father. They'll just catch you..."

"No..." Elias licked over his lips, keeping his stare on Kurt, "I can escape. But I won't let you or him take the throne."

"We won't. I'll step down. Just leave him be. Please."

Kurt wished he had taught Blaine how to talk through situations like these. Begging only infuriated the mad, and Elias has clearly lost it, if there had been anything to lose at all based on what Kurt knew of the man.

"Think I'll kill him first. Let you watch. Teach you a lesson before it's your turn." Elias began to pull down on the trigger and Kurt tensed, bracing himself to jump.

"NO!" Blaine lunged himself at Elias. Kurt heard a ping behind him as the bow shot when Blaine tackled Elias and then crossbow fell a few feet away.

Under Blaine's force, Elias fell flat to the dirt ground with Blaine landing atop him. Kurt drew his sword in that moment and yelled out for support as he darted forward to put his sword to Elias' throat in case he had the gall to fight back against Blaine whose whole weight was on him.

Within a moment, troops flooded in through all the entries of the stable and horses who were in their stalls whinnied out at the disruption.

"Get off me! Let me go!" the shell of a man yelled from under Blaine. Elias tried to struggle but between Blaine bracing his body against him, and Kurt's threat of cutting his neck, the struggle was pathetic.

Santana and Brittany were the ones who came closest enough to help first. Brittany drew one of her stilettos and looked to Kurt for orders.

"It's Elias Anderson. He needs to be taken into custody and incarcerated in the strongest cell there is."

Brittany nodded and sheathed the stiletto, taking a length of wound rope off the back of her belt. Between Santana, Blaine, and Kurt, they managed to forced Elias onto his stomach and hold him in place while Brittany bound his hands together. He was still fighting back, but it was more for show than any actual attempt to get free.

Burt pushed his way through the troops who had formed a protective circle around Kurt, Blaine, Elias, Brittany, and Santana. Santana and Brittany pulled Elias off the ground to face him on his approach and Elias' first response was to spit in Burt's direction.

"Goddamn Hummel. Should have come after you long ago and made sure your worthless line was ended properly."

Burt arched an eyebrow but otherwise ignored Elias for the moment. He walked up beside Kurt who was trying to brush the hay and dirt off Blaine who was looking absolutely worn now. Blaine still seemed shocked and kept looking at Elias in a blend of disbelief and sadness.

"What should we do with him your highness?" Burt addressed Blaine and Kurt felt his breath hitch in his throat. His father was giving Blaine the ultimate test of a leader.

Blaine blinked, and his eyes roamed over to look at Burt. Kurt noted he looked lost, and the strength that had been growing in him over the weeks after the invasion had seemed to dissipate. Without responding to Burt, Blaine turned to face Kurt, looking at him for help.

Kurt stopped his nervous fussing over Blaine's clothings and intertwined their fingers, locking eyes with him and speaking softly so only Blaine could hear him clearly. "It's your time to decide what kind of leader you're going to be."

Blaine seemed to consider that for another moment and the silence felt overwhelming to Kurt. Finally Blaine looked back to Burt, took in a deep breath, and spoke with renewed confidence. "He needs to be put in an isolated cell with four guards on him at all times. His fate will be decided at the summit."

Burt nodded and took the lead in the procession the dungeons with Brittany and Santana nudging Elias forward with each step. The mad old man seemed shocked into silence himself and for that, Kurt was thankful. The man didn't seem to know to say anything but hateful words.

Blaine ran his thumb over Kurt's palm. "Come on husband. The people are waiting for a celebration."

Kurt nodded quietly back to Blaine, who was clearly doing his best to be in control right now and refocus on the fact that it was supposed to be a happy day. They walked hand in hand to their litter and sat in their seats.

As the parade started to move forward, Kurt looked ahead and whispered to Blaine, "You're going to be alright, right?"

Blaine gave Kurt's hand a firm squeeze and turned to look at him, a smile forming, "Actually. I think I'm going to be great. I feel like there's been resolution and I don't have anything left to fear."

Kurt gave Blaine an open mouthed smile, that evolved on his face with a little chuckle of surprise. "I think I just fell a little bit more in love with you just now."

Blaine laughed and pointed ahead to the crowd forming outside the gates, "You can show me how much you love me later. Our people are waiting. Smile and wave."

The parade was long and Kurt's arm ached from all the waving. He was sure his face would be formed into a permanent smile as well. Then it was the feast and the endless speeches.

They ate at a head table and Kurt picked at his food. He was never good eating with nerves, and being watched by a crowd of nobles and ranking members of the army wasn't helping. Blaine however ate like he had been starved for days and Kurt took more than one opportunity to remind him to chew with his mouth closed.

Sue was giving a formal toast as the ringleader of the festivities when she made an announcement.

"- and since Elias is now in custody. I propose we use this opportunity to formally coronate Prince Anderson as our choice of regent for Westerville."

Kurt could hear Blaine stop his chewing beside him and then swallow very slowly. Blaine looked over to Kurt for help once more, and Kurt just smiled and nodded to him. A few days ago Elias was still at large and now he was safely in custody. Things were progressing and there was no longer any need to hold back on the disassembly of the army.

"Lick the meat off your teeth and accept Blaine."

Kurt could see Blaine's tongue move from under his lips and he felt himself harden a little in his fauld. Giving Kurt a quick peck on the cheek, Blaine stood. "I accept Noblewoman Sylvester."

Sue Sylvester nodded and everyone went quiet as she walked to the centre of the hall with her servant girl Rebecca following her. Rebecca was carrying a bottle of holy water and a sword for Sue.

Kurt watched with an adoring face as Blaine knowingly knelt before Sue who gave the oath of kings.

"Do you swear to enter into a relationship with the people of Westerville, your people, for their betterment, above all other loyalties, and care for them as their supreme father and ruler?"

Blaine spoke firmly, loudly, so all could hear him from where he knelt. "I do."

"Do you swear to defend Westerville and it's people from invasion and fight to preserve it's honor?"

"I do."

"Do you swear this before all your countrymen and women, so to earn their allegiance and respect?"

"I do."

"Then as high noble of the realm of Westerville, I name you, Blaine Anderson, as high king of Westerville. Long live the king!"

Everyone stood in unison and cheered, "Long live the king!"

As Blaine stood, he gave Sue a courteous nod and looked back to Kurt, smiling softly. Kurt returned the smile lovingly.

God he was thankful the nobles hadn't insisted on blessing the wedding bed as was customary between heterosexual royal couples. Blessing it to produce an heir wouldn't do a lick of good anyways, at least not tonight.

As soon as they were able to escape the feast, they had gone to their room where Blaine quickly had Kurt pressed up against the back of the door and was kissing him furiously while simultaneously cursing the layers of clothing and armor they were wearing.

Kurt's breath was laboured as he trying to duly focus on untying Blaine's cape and pressed back in the kisses with equally heated need. Watching Blaine today, taking the lead, looking so brilliant, Kurt's nerves were totally lost in the passion he felt. He needed Blaine, and that needed had built up over the course of the day until this moment where he was struggling to untie a simple knot.

Blaine gasped and pulled away for a moment, "Maybe..." he took a deep breath and continued as Kurt tried pull him back on his lips, "We should just take a minute and disrobe."

Kurt moaned as he realized that would be the quickest route to the lust he needed satisfied. He didn't want to be separate from Blaine though. His currently limited logic won out though and he let Blaine go.

In a disorderly manner, both the boys unlatched, untied, and threw off their clothing and armor, not caring where it fell, and in a couple instances, armor hit armor resulting in a loud clash of metal. Their eyes stayed locked on one another the entire time and once they were down to nothing, they took a moment to appreciate one another.

Blaine's body was gorgeous. He had gotten his bindings totally removed the night before and while he would always have some scars along the base of his ribcage, his toned chest complemented his levelled abdominals. Blaine was fully erect and Kurt moaned a little as he looked at Blaine's dick. That was his. His and his alone. Kurt knew that Blaine was looking over his own body and while that normally would have made Kurt nervous, in this instant, Kurt was animalistic.

Before Blaine could make a move, Kurt had rounded up on him and tackled him against the edge of the bed. Kurt brought his mouth to Blaine's neck and began nibbling there, pressing his body against Blaine's so their cocks were in full contact.

Blaine gasped and dropped a little, falling back onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's back and pulled him down on him. "Oh gods Kurt..."

Kurt felt pride well up in him to see, and hear, Blaine's response to him. He reached down with a hand, gently running a hand along Blaine's cock to which Blaine moaned and tilted his head back. "Please Kurt..."

Blaine's hands pushed at Kurt's chest and so Kurt sat up, straddling Blaine's body with Blaine looking up at him with hazy delight. "You're going to make me embarrass myself... Please. Let me make you feel good too."

Kurt smirked. Santana had made good on her earlier promise and while the reading was short, it gave Kurt an idea of what he needed to do. He was glad to pleasure Blaine, and confident now that he an idea of what to do.

"Please Kurt... lay down for me." Blaine spoke up again from below. Kurt pulled himself off Blaine, but teased his cock against Blaine's in the process eliciting another moan. He laid back on the bed, triangling his knees up and spreading his legs a little so Blaine could see just what he had gotten today.

Blaine turned onto his side and looked at the sight of Kurt presenting his cock and ass for Blaine to see. Kurt could see the wanton lust in Blaine's eyes as he scrambled up and gently touched the frenulum of Kurt's cock, and then it was Kurt's turn to whimper.

"Oh Kurt... you make the best sounds..."

Kurt took a breath as he felt Blaine's hand retreat and then gasped as it was replaced with Blaine's tight swollen lips. He grabbed the sheets in either hands and jerked his hips forward a little. He was trying with every fibre of his being not to come just from that and it was damn hard because it just felt so damn good.

Blaine's head bobbed down over Kurt's member and Kurt could feel Blaine's tongue exploring the base of it in his mouth. More whimpers and even some cursing came out of Kurt's mouth as he fisted the sheets, "Please Blaine, oh god, please."

Blaine rolled his lips off Kurt's cock with a little smack, "You taste wonderful husband." Kurt looked down his body to where Blaine was licking his lips and staring at Kurt with a teasing smirk.

"Can you..." Kurt whimpered, his nerves still on fire and now the cool air was hitting his cock which was sensitive from Blaine's tongue.

Blaine gently stroked his hands up and down Kurt's thighs a moment, "So soft..."

"Can you fuck me Blaine?" Kurt finally managed to get the whole sentence out and looked at Blaine needily.

Blaine's jaw went slack and he looked down over Kurt, and then back to his face, "Yes... I want that. I want you so badly."

Kurt moaned and fumbled a hand up under a pillow where he had left a little container which Quinn had given him containing a lubricant. He handed it to Blaine hurriedly, "Here. I want you. Please."

Blaine nodded and opened the container, dipping his finger into the lubricant and then bring it to Kurt's hole, teasing a finger over it, "Are you ready."

Kurt nodded and tried to relax himself. He was wound so tightly with need right now that he had to remind himself to relax so it wouldn't hurt as bad as he had read about.

Blaine slowly pressed the finger up to the knuckle and Kurt found himself holding his breath, feeling a burning sensation rise up in him, but he begged Blaine to keep going, wanting to give himself to Blaine so badly.

Blaine slowly slid the finger in and out and as the burning eased, Blaine added another finger with more lube and Kurt found himself moaning loudly without any control over it. Blaine had found his prostate when he added the second finger and any burning feeling was negated by the pulsing in his rear.

"Oh god Blaine. Screw it. Screw me. I want you. All of you. Now!" Kurt cursed and shuddered, jerking himself down on Blaine's fingers roughly.

Blaine seemed a little taken aback and withdrew the fingers a little too quickly, causing Kurt to whine sharply at the loss. "No... I want you in me!"

Kurt could see the surprise in Blaine's face through his eyes that were half lidded. Blaine was rubbing his cock with the lubricant, and then had it up against Kurt's ass. "Are you sure...?"

Kurt hissed and pushed himself down, trying to force himself onto Blaine's cock, "Yes. Please. Now."

Blaine put a hand on Kurt's thigh to steady himself and began to slowly push forward into Kurt's hole. Kurt groaned and once again grabbed at the sheets, digging his fingers into the bed. The burn had returned and Blaine was definitely a lot bigger than two fingers. Kurt could feel himself stretching out to what seemed inhuman size.

Finally Blaine had himself completely burrowed in Kurt's ass and started slowly moving himself back and forth. Kurt whimper below and lifted one of his hands to his own cock to touch it gently as Blaine softly thrusted.

Kurt wasn't going to last long. Once his ass got used to the invasion, all that was left was the sharp electrical pulses of pleasure that were going up and down his body. He tried to warn Blaine but found that the ability to speak was lost to him and instead let out a loud cry, feeling his come shoot up on his belly.

"Oh... god... Kurt..." It seemed that was invitation enough for Blaine to come to and he rammed his cock right up into Kurt and moaned as he released.

Once Blaine had finished, he slowly pulled himself out and weakly fell at Kurt's side where Kurt was still panting and staring up at the canopy over the bed in absolute bliss.

"Meow?" Cat looked over at this point from the cat bed.

"Shut up Cat." Blaine murmured into his pillow, shuddering every now and then.

After a couple minutes, Kurt started to find his breathing rhythm again and looked tenderly over at Blaine who was a sweaty, flushed mess beside him. "That... I can't believe I've lived without that."

Blaine laughed into the pillow and then turned his head to face Kurt, "You have to be the most demanding sexual partner ever - not that I know from experience! But damn..."

They both laughed and Blaine pushed himself up and off the bed, collecting a clean hand towel and wetting it so Kurt could clean himself off without having to move.

"You know we're going to have to do that again tonight right? I mean... "

Kurt winked up at Blaine when he spoke, tossing the towel to the side of the bed after he felt clean enough. "We will, and for the rest of our lives too."