June 2013

It had been almost six months since the Inauguration and by this time Kurt and Blaine (and Kurt’s protective detail) were inseparable. Blaine had moved in with Kurt since he pretty much lived at Kurt’s apartment. Blaine’s was nicer but since it belonged to his parents he happily moved into Kurt’s tiny 2 bedroom apartment.

“You nervous?” asked Blaine as he gently soothed Kurt’s hands which were clenched together.

“It’s not every day one gets to meet the Queen of England, Blaine,” snapped Kurt instantly feeling like an ass. Blaine had been invited to Prince William’s birthday party being hosted by the Queen and Kurt was going as his +1.

“Hey, she doesn’t bite, she hits but she doesn’t bite,” said Blaine rubbing his hand on his forehead.

“What?” asked Kurt confused. “What do you mean “hits?” he asked.

“Never mind – you’ll be fine.”

“What if she doesn’t like me? Your parents don’t like me.” Blaine tensed at the mention of his parents. Technically, it was his father – not his mother - that had been a homophobic asshole when they had been in New York during Spring Break and had invited Blaine and Kurt out to dinner. This led to a huge rift between Blaine and his father that had not been mended.

“The Queen is nothing like my father,” he insisted catching Kurt’s lips and gently coaxing him into a languid kiss hoping to help ease some of the nervous energy. It seemed to work rather well because Kurt was currently straddling his hips grinding his hips down on Blaine’s crotch.

“Wait, wait,” he tried to pull away but Kurt had a death grip on his shoulders and was pressing him into the seat of the limo. Kurt was blissed out and Blaine knew he had to do some quick thinking if he didn’t want both of them arriving at William’s birthday party with semen stains all over their clothes. “Your outfit is going to get wrinkled and….” he didn’t even need to finish the sentence. Kurt threw himself off of his boyfriend’s lap and started trying to fix any wrinkles he had acquired. Blaine had that effect on him. It never ceased to surprise him how quickly he could lose himself around Blaine.

“I can’t believe you kissed me!” he hissed at Blaine.
“You know what you do to me when you stick your tongue down my throat!” he looked at Blaine in frustration.

“I’m sorry babe. Let’s just sit back and relax until we get there. We still have about 20 minutes before we arrive.”

“I can’t relax Blaine – not only am I meeting your extended family but I’m meeting the QUEEN OF ENGLAND!” he laughed hysterically. “What if I trip when I’m introduced or what if I can’t curtsy without falling over?”

“Honey, relax. First of all men don’t curtsy only women curtsy. Men bow from the neck when they meet the Queen and besides I know you will do fine. Kurt, your dad is the President of the United States – you met almost every reigning monarch and world leader at that peace conference your dad hosted last month to discuss the Global Gay Rights Initiative.”

“I didn’t meet the Queen of England since Lord Clare was her representative again,” he sighed as he leaned in to lay his head on Blaine’s shoulders. “I’ll be fine. I just want her to like me. It’s bad enough that your dad hates me for “perverting” you. I don’t need everyone in your family to hate me. Maybe I should have just stayed home.”

“The Queen called me to make sure you were able to make the party. She has heard quite a bit about you from me and she really wants to meet the person that has totally stolen my heart.”

Kurt knew Blaine was using his pouty face to distract him and he really loved that about him. He was about to say something else when the limo stopped.

They had arrived at Windsor Castle and there was no more time for second guessing himself. The door was opened by the chauffer and they both stepped out. Blaine grabbed his hand as they headed up towards the entrance. He greeted the doorman and headed towards the grand ballroom.

Kurt was looking around in amazement at all the beautiful people laughing and dancing. Blaine had introduced him to quite a few people and Kurt was enjoying himself immensely.

“Hello there, you must be Mr. Hummel,” Kurt whirled around and realized that he was being addressed by none other than the Queen of England!

“Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Kurt bowed his head respectfully.

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you Mr. Hummel. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from Blaine. You make him happy and for that I thank you,” she patted his cheek for a moment before smiling and moving along leaving a thunderstruck Kurt standing in the middle of the
ballroom.

“Umm, you might want to close your mouth before the flies start getting in there and laying their eggs,” said a smirking Blaine. Kurt snapped out of his stupor and shut his mouth.

“I see you met Queen Elizabeth.” Kurt could only nod wordlessly. “She likes you.”

“How do you know? She only spoke to me for a minute.”

“She touched your face. The Queen is a very reserved person. She always keeps her distance. By touching your face she let everyone know that you have her blessing. What did she say?”

“She thanked me.”

“For what?” asked Blaine.

“For making you happy.” Blaine gently gave him a hug and whispered, “You do make me happy – deliriously happy.”

The End.