Chapter one.

Blaine was putting on some clothes when his mother pulled the door open and saw him standing there.
"Good, you're awake, eat something and start working" Blaine sighed, he was used to the way his parents never really spoke to him unless it was necessary or in the morning to wake him up. Ever since he told them he was gay his dad never spoke a word to him again, unless he was screaming to him and throwing insults at his head, his mother was never really mad at him and once she even told him she still loved him, but when his dad was home she tried to avoid having a big fight so she just wouldn't say much to Blaine either.

Blaine put his shoes on and walked out the door, it was still dark outside since it was only 5 am but he had to work hard if he wanted to avoid getting into a fight with his father, also they weren't very rich so if they didn't work hard enough they wouldn't have enough money to buy food and necessary stuff. Blaine lived on a farm, that was on a hill just outside the village. From the hill he could see the royal palace. He often wondered and daydreamed about how it would be to live there and have servants and money so he could buy everything he wanted. There wasn't a lot of time to daydream though, he had to work the whole day and then they would eat and he would go to bed because he had to get up really early in the morning.

Saturday was his favorite day, it was the only day that he didn't have to work because his parents would send him to the market to buy some food. Every Saturday he walked past the royal palace and he would love to just look at it from a closer distance, it was almost like he could see himself living there with everything he didn't have now. It wasn't like he was complaining, he knew there were families who had it even worse than him, they didn't even have food most of the days! But still he couldn't help but feel a little stab of jealousy when he looked at the palace.

He was already walking out of his room when he heard a voice coming from his parents bedroom "Is he still sleeping? That lazy pig should know what's good for him! If he isn't outside in five minuts I'm going to throw him out of his window and..!" Blaine made the obvious sound of footsteps "You see, he's already awake" "He still isn't working!" and silence filled the room as Blaine walked downstairs. Blaine took one of the sandwiches that lay on the counter, put on his coat, closed the door behind him and walked outside.

Meanwhile in the royal palace Kurt was still sleeping, his room still dark when he woke up of a sudden BANG. He sighed, probably one of those experiments again. Ever since his dad hired , a man who could make them their own medicine so that they didn't have to travel if someone got sick, there had been an amount of explosions during the day (or sometimes even the night) Kurt heard his father's voice coming down the hall "What is the man doing at five thirty in the morning? Mr Hamelton?" He heard another voice ramble an excuse and trying to explain what happened this time. Kurt closed his eyes and put his pillow over his head, really? this early? He just wanted to go back to sleep.

Suddenly Kurt remembered what he had been dreaming and he sat straight up in bed, froze, eyes wide and gasped. His mind replaying the dream and questioning if it was really what he had been dreaming. His father's head turned around the corner and he saw his son sitting straight up in bed, eyes wide, mouth open and a shocked expression. "Kurt, are you alright?" Kurt tried to turn his head and cleared his throat "Yes, father I'm fine, thanks. It was just a nightmare."

The man in the door opening studied his son's expression and finally said "Well make sure you are out of bed on time, the McGee's are coming over today."
Kurt remembered "Of course father" and he forced a smile onto his face. His father smiled back and closed the door behind him. Kurt sunk back into his pillow and put his hand on his face, he did not just dream about kissing a boy!

On the little farm Blaine was working, the sun came up and was burning through his clothes. (his coat hanging on a fence by now)
He wiped some sweat of his forehead and started pulling out some more weeds.
He couldn't feel the blisters on his hands anymore or the scratches on his arms and his legs, he was used to it by now.

He heard a door open and someone put a tray with some milk and two sandwiches on them outside. Blaine took them and went to sit somewhere under a tree in the shade. He put his back against the tree and started day dreaming again about the palace. That he would try to see if he could sneak in tomorrow if he went to the market again. Absently he started chewing and closed his eyes, feeling a cool breeze go through his curly hair but he could still feel the heat of the sun trough some of the leaves. When he finished eating he put the tray in the kitchen and started working again.

When he was done it was already dark, he and his family would eat late so they could all work hard. His mother was a woman who cleaned the house but also owned a little sewing shop. It wasn't really a shop though, she would just sit at home and every time Blaine went to the village he had to deliver some of the clothes. His father worked all day on the land of a landlord called Mr. Shien. So automatically Blaine had to work on a little part of land what they owned. Blaine also had a sister, she didn't have to do much though, she was really pretty so she would marry someone really soon and so they didn't have to worry about her. Blaine's sister knew how "perfect" she was and didn't wanna ruin that so she also ignored Blaine and thought that he was dumb for choosing to be gay and make their father upset all the time.

He helped his mom put the plates on the table and sat down, as normal his father would be talking about how hard he was working and how the landlord seemed to like him and he would probably get a raise. Then his sister would talk about how many wonderful guys she'd met and who offered her the most. His mom would talk about how all the women who brought their clothes to her would ramble on about their husbands. Because it was Friday his mother instructed Blaine on what clothes he needed to return to the village, then she turned back to her husband and they started talking again.

When they were done eating everyone got of the table. His sister went to the living area with her mom to talk about the fact that Celicia was offered money to be on some sort of modeling show there was on a festival once a year. His father sat down behind his desk and started reading the newspaper and Blaine (as always) started cleaning up the table and washing the dishes.

When he was done he went up to his room, kicked his shoes out and lay on the bed thinking about the next day, when he could finally go to the market again. The market wasn't all that special to someone who came there everyday, but to Blaine it was an escape to the awkward silence and ambiance there was at home. At the market people would talk to him or even smile. Some of the ladies he had to bring their laundry too were very nice to him, one women always offered him some lemonade and some bread. He smiled at the thought of the market and the friendly women. Blaine put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, trying to relax and forget the fact that no one in this house really talked to him.

Suddenly the door went open with a soft squeak, his mothers was standing in the door opening eyes soft. Blaine looked at her and gave her a little smile, she didn't smile back but she didn't look mad at him either. She walked over to his bed and handed him a pile of clothes. She didn't say anything but sat on his bed and started helping him with folding up all the sowed laundry. Blaine didn't look at her but just kept folding. He knew she felt bad for him sometimes.
He heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and saw his mother jumping of the bed and walking out of the room. He knew his mother wanted to avoid a big fight, but he still hated the feeling that she would never stick up for him. He started folding the clothes again and he felt more lonely than ever.

Kurt didn't think that could have been anymore both awkward and annoying. The McGee's family kept on being overly nice, and smiling all the time. He thought they would have cramps from how hard they were smiling at one point. And he then their clothes! They seriously would've looked better in a potato sack.
"It's really so extremely pleasant to see you again Mr. Greenwall! oh and Mrs Greenwall how splendid, and this must be young mister Kurt Greenwall! Oh look how handsome you've become!" The voice echoed in his head and the smell of her perfume was still making him nauseous and then there was her husband who also behaved extremely polite and overly happy to be here.

Kurt took an extra long shower just to make sure the only smell was the one of his soap and not the woman's perfume. He put on his pajamas and crawled under his covers. He decided to read a little before he went to sleep, he took his favorite book and started reading.

When his eyes felt really tired and he was just about to turn of the lights his mother's head was peaking through the door. "Good, honey you're still awake" his mother sat down on his bed. She smiled at him and said "You didn't seem to have a good time today, is there something wrong?" Kurt though his dad must have talked to her about his "nightmare" early this morning. He smiled at his mother "No mom, they're just overly nice and the perfume of Mrs. McGee made me feel nauseous."
His mother still smiled but also looked as if she were to disagree "Honey, the McGee's are really nice and charming people, I don't see why you didn't like them."
Kurt's eyebrows went up "Did you see her clothes? I'm starting to think she just closed her eyes and pointed at some things and put them on!" His mother stiffled a laugh but then looked disapproving again. "Kurt, honey there are just some things you have yet to understand." She kissed his forehead and left the room, smiling as she closed the door.

Kurt couldn't see how his mother didn't totally wanna wrap Mrs. McGee up in the carpet and roll her out of the house, but maybe there were things Kurt still couldn't understand. Kurt turned off the lights and pulled his covers up to his chin and fell asleep.