On his way to the market he had to deliver the clothes his mother had been sewing and pick up the money. The first house was the house of Mrs. Henry.

He knocked on the door and a smaller woman with her brown hair tied up, brown eyes and a small face opened the door.

"Ah, Bailey you're here, it was about time" she said with a kind off impatient expression. Blaine who knew she would probably never say his name right and thinking back of the time she once called him "Baldy" sighed, but softly so Mrs Henry wouldn't hear him.

"Hello, Mrs. Henry." He faked a polite smile.

"Did your mom used the thing I told her, to get those nasty stains out of her clothes?"

Blaine nodded "Yes, Mrs Henry, she said it worked perfectly" Mrs. Henry looked pleased

"You think she would know that, I mean she does own a sewing shop.. but she doesn't know how to wash clothes the way I do.." Blaine let Mrs. Henry just ramble on about how good her idea was and how she always helped people out. He wasn't even sure his mother really used it but Mrs. Henry seemed like a woman you wouldn't want to insult.

"Well barney I'm going to get her money, but don't try to buy anything of it for yourself! She would immediately know and so would I!"

Blaine sighed (again) and tried to stay as polite as he could "of course not Mrs. Henry" She tried to study his expression and then nodded.

"Okay, well bye Blais." She said as soon as she gave him the money. Blaine smiled as politely as he could, turned around and sighed. He heard the door being closed behind him.

Blaine delivered all the other clothing and finally came to Ms Coppers's house.

Ms Coppers (who always offered him some lemonade, and sometimes something to eat) opened the door and smiled brightly as soon as she saw Blaine standing in the door opening.

"Blaine, darling" Blaine smiled at her "Hello miss Coppers."

"Polite as always, why don't you come in for some lemonade" She took the clothes from Blaine's hands and led Blaine into the house, she closed the door behind them."

Her house always smelled a little like old clothes and some sort of exotic flowers. It wasn't really a good combination but he'd always get a warm feeling when he walked into the house. In this house the ambiance wasn't awkward at all, it was warm and friendly.

"Please sit down while I get the lemonade" She walked into the kitchen and took two glasses from the cupboard. As she was pouring the lemonade into the glasses Blaine made his way over to the couch.

He sat dawn and looked to his favorite painting in the living room the painting itself wasn't really an object, just colors. The colors mixed themselves into other beautiful colors as if it was alright to be different but they could still go together.

Ms Coppers saw what he was looking at and smiled "It's beautiful isn't it?" Blaine smiled in return and nodded

"Yes it really is" Ms Coppers looked at the painting again

"My husband gave it to me, before he died.." Blaine didn't really know what to say, he'd always wondered why there was no but he didn't wanna ask her.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to.."

"No it's okay" she interrupted him.

"My husband, Frank Coppers... was murdered when he was out to get some extra food." She smiled sadly. "He knew this place where things were cheaper but when he went back home.." She stopped, looking a little bit mad and disgusted at the same time. "They.. They accused him of stealing and took all the food from him. Frank got mad at them, but apparently they had knifes and they killed him.." she swallowed "They just left him lying there.."

Blaine felt really sorry for Ms Coppers but he had no idea what to say at this. Suddenly miss. Coppers smiled "But that's the past now, it's been five years, time to move on."

Blaine looked at her, "I'm sorry miss Coppers no one should have to go trough that.." She looked at him and saw the sympathy in his eyes.

"Please darling, just call me Serene and well the past is the past.. nothing we can do about it. I'm sure he wanted me to move on" She smiled kindly "Well enough about that, let's talk about something less serious!, before you have to go to the market of course"

Blaine kind of laughed at the sudden enthusiasm.

"Okay".

"So is there any girl you have your eyes on, or maybe boy?"

Blaine was just taking a sip of his lemonade and almost choked, he nearly spat the lemonade out. He looked at her in shock, she only smiled waiting for an answer, her eyes knowingly.

Blaine tried to regain himself. "Umm.. no, I don't have an eye on anyone" It came out more as a mumbling and he turned a shade of red.

Serene just looked as if they discussed the weather.

"Well, that's a shame, it's okay though special boys like you should wait for the perfect partner."

Blaine tried to look away as he drank his lemonade.

"Thank you miss Copper for your hospitality but I think I'll go now, I still have to go to the market and I have to be at home in time" He gave her a quick smile and walked towards the door.

"Bye Blaine" she called smirking slightly from the living area.

And he closed the door.

Only one question was on his mind, did she know? Well it didn't matter anyway because he was probably the only one and his parents would never allow him to be with a boy anyway. He walked on and tried to just forget about it.

He took his favorite way to the market, the way that would allow him to look at the palace from a closer distance.

He always peeked trough the gate. The palace had a huge garden around itself, it was a garden with a lot of sculptures and it even had it's own lake! The palace was very big, it had huge windows and if Blaine didn't know better he'd say their front door was entirely made of gold. Even the stable looked bigger and more expensive than his whole house! He sighed at it's perfection and hoped one day if he worked hard enough now, maybe he could work there someday...

Kurt just had lunch and was on his way back to his room. His family had agreed with opening this years festival. So today they were going to meet the man who planned and would organize the whole festival.

He was on his way to his closet so he could plan the perfect outfit for the festival when he saw an somewhat older boy, with dark brown curls standing in front of his gate. The boy looked to the palace with dreamy eyes. He looked closer and made a sound of disapproval, those clothes... "Must be a farm boy" Kurt mumbled under his breath. Suddenly the boy looked up at him, as if he noticed he was being watched. The warm gold-brown eyes locked on the beautiful ocean blue one's. When the boy didn't look away Kurt raised his eyebrow, which caused the other boy to look away turning a dark shade of red and move along.

Kurt turned to his wardrobe and started matching outfits, though he couldn't get the warm gold brown eyes that belonged to the stranger out of his mind.

On his way back Blaine bumped into several people, he apologized to them with his mind not completely focusing. When he was about to go home he had to go back to the market again because he forgot to get some bread. He didn't know why his mind was so destined to remember him of the boy standing in front of the window.

When he got home he simply put the things he bought on the table and went upstairs. He fell on his bed, face down and with his shoes still on, and accidentally fell asleep with only more confusing dreams.

"Blaine?" There were footsteps on the staircase. "BLAINE!".

Blaine was still lying on his bed, face down, he didn't expect the sudden sound and it caused him to fall of his bed.

"Blaine! What do you think you're doing, SLEEPING while you should at least be cleaning up the house?" Blaine stood straight up and tried to remember how he fell asleep.

"Well are you going to answer me or not?"

"Uhh.." Blaine started

"I thought so! You should be grateful that we don't expose you! For bei-.. for what you are!" Blaine flinched at the words. "But all you do is lay down, parade around with pride and act like you do matter!"

His father was furious! He stood closer to Blaine, who's face turned even more white. "But let me tell you, someone, no! Something like you shouldn't even try to test everyone's patience all the time!"

Blaine wanted to say something, but he just couldn't and he knew it would just make things worse.

"I've had it with you! From now on you'll only get food when I think you did enough work! Also don't even think you're going to eat with the rest of us!"

Blaine felt his eyes water. "but.." Blaine knew what he'd done when he said that, he never meant to because he knew what would be the next.

Before he even realized what happened he was on the floor and his head was hurting. He saw his father storm out of his room and the hard bang from the closing door made his head hurt even more.

Blaine didn't wanna cry, he was so tired of running and feeling so lonely all the time! He tried but couldn't help a couple tears that were streaming down his face and he felt the wet drops on his hands, that were still trembling

Kurt and his parents were on his way to Mr. Metiers, the also rich, man who organized this year's festival. He didn't really like the idea of the festival. But he was happy he'd get to judge at the modeling show this year.

When they arrived they were welcomed by the butler of Mr. Metiers he led them to the room of Mr. Metiers.

"Please make yourself comfortable Mrs and Mr Greenwall."The butler left the room to get some tea and Mr Metiers stood up immediately

"Ah, very happy and honored to finally meet your Mrs and Mr Greenwall! oh and of course your lovely son." He shook their hands and had a huge smile on his face.

Kurt rolled his eyes but the smiling man didn't notice. His father smiled too

"It's a pleasure to be here Mr. Metiers." Mr Metiers smile only got bigger.

"Please, call me Pierre." His father nodded happily.

"Sure, Pierre. So shall we start looking true the plans for the festival then?"

"Of course, of course that's a great Idea, Jaque give the Greenwall's some tea, you want sugar with that Mrs. And Mr. Greenwall?.."

Kurt so didn't want to hear this, he was already bored and annoyed because it seemed like all people were overly nice to them.

When his parents and ''Piere'' were done negotiating they finally went home with a smile and promise everything would be perfect from Piere and some bread for their way home from Jaque, the butler.

Once they got home Kurt took a shower and went right to bed, he was exhausted. He fell into a peaceful sleep and the only thing he dreamed about that night were a pair of warm gold-brown eyes.