Later that evening, Blaine stumbled into his bedchamber, which was glowing with deep orange light from the setting sun. His muscles ached from the various exercises and techniques Finn had made him practice, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Blaine was dressing in more casual attire for an informal dinner with the other young royals when he spotted the small piece of white parchment lying gently, like a fallen feather, on top of his pillow. A slow smile spread across his face as he crossed the room and held the thick, elegant paper in his hands.

Meet me in the stained glass nook one hour after sunset, my sweet prince.

It was signed with a delicate K.

Blaine sighed softly, overcome with emotion for this sweet boy. Thoughts of Kurt always managed to ease away the stress of reality, a feeling of contentment spreading throughout his sore limbs. He placed the love note underneath his pillow and decided to forgo dinner in the Great Hall, instead choosing to bathe.

A hour later, hair combed, but free of tonic, the way Kurt had admitted to liking it several times, Blaine was slowly making his way deeper and deeper into the castle. He floated down hallways that hardly a soul ever walked, dressed in black pants and a simple green tunic that complemented the highlights of his hazel eyes.

The beautiful stained glass window was dark, glowing only faintly from the moonlight outside, but the circular nook was lit by a dozen sconces. On the cushioned velvet seat beneath the window sat Kurt, his long legs curled underneath him. His ocean blue eyes lit up at the sight of Blaine.

“You look exhausted,” Kurt said softly, brow furrowing in concern when he managed to look past Blaine’s effortlessly handsome appearance.

“It’s been a long day,” said Blaine.

“Rachel said that they read the alliance treaty to you this morning when Parliament was meeting,” Kurt said, standing and pressing his hands on either side of Blaine’s face. Blaine’s eyes fluttered closed at the gentle touch. “We had it presented to us while you were training with Duke Finn.”

Blaine exhaled loudly and opened his eyes.

“I don’t want to think about those things right now,” he whispered, swaying slightly on the spot from the overwhelming depth of Kurt’s affectionate gaze.

“No, of course not,” Kurt said, tilting his head to press a light kiss to Blaine’s lips. Kurt took his hand and led Blaine over to the window seat where they curled up closely, arms around each other, heads pressed against the cool glass.

*  “Do you remember when we used to come to this nook as children?” Blaine murmured, fearing that too much volume in his voice would break the spell of Kurt’s intoxicating presence, though he knew deep down that such a thing was impossible. Kurt had a magical hold on Blaine.

Kurt nodded, trailing his fingers up Blaine’s arm idly, causing goosebumps to erupt along the length of it. “We used to dance in circles underneath those colored lights for hours.”

Blaine brushed his lips against Kurt’s collarbone. “And then we would lay on the carpet afterwards, singing to each other and telling about our dreams.”

“Tell me a dream, Blaine,” Kurt whispered into his ear, brushing a stray curl off the younger boy’s forehead. 

Blaine inhaled shakily, tracing random patterns on Kurt’s shoulder. “I dream of loving you forever, Prince Kurt,” he whispered. His and Kurt’s noses touched ever so softly in the dim light. “With no restrictions on my love.”

“Blaine.” The name fell from Kurt’s lips like a rose petal from a stem.

Blaine lifted his eyes to the other boy’s.

“Blaine, will you dance with me?”

Silently, without a single word, the young Princes walked to the center of the nook. Firelight from the sconces flickered on their skin as they cradled each other in their arms, stepping minutely to a slow waltz.

A million words swam through Blaine’s mind. A thousand scenes flooded behind his eyes. A hundred declarations waited behind his closed lips. He rested his chin on Kurt’s shoulder and began to hum, building a melody to fit the beautiful song they danced to.

Kurt began to hum the loveliest harmony Blaine had ever heard, his voice like the sweetest of angels. The couple moved together in their small piece of forever, allowing the golden light of their shared love to wash over them.

In that moment, they forgot everything. Their names, their histories, everything. In that moment, it was only he and I. Hands placed lightly on spines, arms brushing softly against one another, a sweet electricity filling the air.

The beating of their hearts mingled with the boys’ humming and singing. The music of their bodies entwined like glowing strands floating through the dark air. With chests pressed flush against one another, it was as if they were one heart. One heavily beating heart about to soar to the heavens.

With delicate force, Blaine turned his head and captured Kurt’s warm, soft lips between his own. A single tear that lay sleeping on his cheek kissed the warm skin of Kurt’s cheek, who moved his lips against Blaine’s with a gentle passion. A soft sigh escaped from one of them, or both of them, neither could tell, and passed between their kisses. Softly, softly, the world was sleeping, but Kurt and Blaine were only loving, barely surviving.

“I love you,” gasped one lover to the other. A whispered reply soon followed, coupled with a pair of lips pressing gently against a cheekbone, a jawbone, a collarbone. All the bones, they were alight with golden love.

Neither had experienced such overwhelming emotion, and it felt as if the stone walls around them would crumble, leaving nothing but the bare earth and Kurt and Blaine, clinging to each other.