After staring blankly at the half-eaten feast for an extended period of time, Blaine finally rose from his seat and stormed back to his room; he found satisfaction only in the echoing slam of his door behind him.

Finally alone, Blaine allowed the emotions he'd been desperately holding back to overflow and leave him in a violent shudder.

How could they do this to him? After trying so hard to be the perfect son, the perfect prince- this was how they thanked him. God, and he couldn't even explain that a marriage between him and Santana was already doomed because he was more inclined to liking men than anyone else.

Blaine flung himself face first onto his neatly made bed and let out an animalistic scream of frustration. This was unjust and he would not let this happen without a fight.

How could they expect him to marry a woman he's never laid eyes on, let alone had the chance to fall for? Even if he were likely to take a wife at all, he thought it was rather infuriating that his parents seemed willing to marry him off to the first willing woman.

He was trying in vain to glare a hole in his wall when there was a soft knock at his door. Blaine sat up and wiped at his face in an attempt to erase the evidence that hed let his emotions get the best of him before calling out that whoever it was could enter.

"Are you alright, my love?" The Queen asked after closing the door behind herself. She moved gracefully to the edge of his bed, her eyes filled with concern. Blaine resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her.

"What do you think?" He tried to keep the bitterness out of his tone, but to no avail. "I dont understand why youre making me do this."

"Darling, your father and I are only trying to do whats best for you and the kingdom," she knelt in front of him when he ducked his head to avoid her piercing gaze. "Surely you understand at least that much."

"Forcing me into a marriage I dont consent to is clearly my best option, then?" Blaine snapped his gaze up to his mothers, suddenly fueled by an emotion he couldnt quite describe. "If you truly want me to be happy- give me a chance. Let me find a- a match on my own. Please, mother, I beg of you."

"Blaine," Pamela sighed before lacing their fingers together in an attempt at comfort, "I would love nothing more than to let you choose your own happiness. Your father, though... hes grown weary."

"But why? What have I done to make him doubt me?"

"He suspects that you may be... incompatible with the damsels of our fair kingdom. Hes thrown many a ball in hopes that someone might just spark your interest, but none have. He worries, sweetheart, thats all."

Blaine pushed himself up into a seated position, tearing his hands out of his mother's and ignoring her mildly hurt expression. He ran a hand through his hair and stared at his ceiling. There had to be a solution, this couldn't be his fate.

"What if- what if we have one last ball? Ill put in a genuine effort this time, I promise," Blaine pleaded desperately. His mother hesitated before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Ill speak with your father about it, but do not get your hopes up. Hes got his heart set on the princess from Bushwick."

"Thank you," he breathed out before practically launching himself into his mothers unexpecting arms. "Ill find someone, I will."

"Oh, darling, its not me you have to persuade," she stroked his curls gently, her touch full of love.

The King smirked on the other side of the far from soundproof door, half a plan already forming in his mind.