"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!"

Kurt jumped, sitting up on his bed and wincing as his headphones fell from his ears, "Yeah?"

"Get your ass down here right now!"

Kurt moaned loudly, and bit his lip, brilliant, just brilliant. He ran his fingertips over the smooth, deep purple flower petal that was his bed before hopping to his feet, shaking out his wings a bit after they had been curled up behind him for so long.

"Kurt!"

"I'm coming! Jeez," He cried, flying out of his room and down the stairs.

"What have I told you about flying in the house?"

Kurt landed elegantly on his feet in front of one of his staff, "Sorry."

The staff member in question was Kate. She was in her mid-twenties and incredibly short, she always wore formal looking dresses consisting mostly of black, white and gray colors and always wore her long brown hair in a neat little bun on top of her head. Her wings were a bright, fiery red that matched her personalty perfectly and seemed to be way too big for her body.

"I've been calling you for five minutes young man, what on earth were you doing?" Kate demanded, glaring at him with her deep yellow eyes.

"Ah..Umm...just listening to some music."

Kate's eyes narrowed, "Not that human rubbish again Kurt," She sighed.

Kurt's eyes widened, "It's not rubbish!"

Kate sighed loudly, "Anyway," She huffed greatly, "Your Dad wants to talk to you about your recent escapade with the last suitor for you."

Kurt winced, "I..."

"I don't want too hear it, but hurry up, your father needs to leave in fifteen minutes for a very important meeting," Kate looked at him pointedly before crossing something off on the clipboard she was clutching in her hands and hurrying of in the direction of the gardens.

"There always 'very important meetings'," Kurt muttered to himself before turning on his heel and making his way down to his Dad's office, giving a smile to any of the other staff that he passed on the way.

Kurt's Dad was sitting hunched over his desk with piles of paper work surrounding him, he looked up when Kurt entered and gave him a huge grin...before seeming to remember why Kurt was in his office and gave his son a fatherly frown.

"Hey Dad," Kurt said quietly, biting his lip.

"Kurt, take a seat," Burt gestured to the seat in front of him.

Kurt groaned, "Please don't treat me like one of your clients Dad."

Burt sighed, "Kurt you're seventeen, eighteen tomorrow, I'm trying to have a responsible conversation with you."

"Yes Dad, and yet you insist on treating me like a child," Kurt narrowed his eyes at his father and folded his arms across his chest.

"Well maybe you should stop acting like one then," Burt told him firmly, mirroring his son's position, his bright green wings flapping in fury behind him.

Kurt sighed and threw himself down in the chair his Dad had offered, "I'm tired of us fighting over this, I don't see why I can't just pick who I get to spend the rest of my life with. My life Dad, not yours."

"Kurt you never go out, how are you meant to meet anyone when you just sit in your room listening to human music all the time?" He Dad hissed the word in disgust.

"Dad humans aren't bad okay?" Kurt sighed and shook his head, "And do you ever think that maybe I just don't want to get married?"

"What? Kurt you're the prince, you have to get married!" Burt exclaimed.

"Why? I had to be straight but we got around that milestone eventually," Kurt pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

"Kurt I accept you, and so does the rest of the kingdom, you know that. But I'm not going to be around for ever and you need someone to look after you," Burt said firmly.

Kurt let out a laugh, "That's the problem, don't you see Dad? The people you're sending to meet me, they don't care about me at all, all they care about is the money, all anyone cares about in this stupid kingdom is the stupid, pathetic money and it makes me sick," He spat shaking his head.

Burt winced, "That's not true."

"Really? You really think that stupid stuck up, Prince Oren or whoever really gave a shit about me?"

"Kurt Hummel watch that mouth of yours."

"Dad I want to be with someone who loves me! Why can't you just understand that?" Kurt moaned.

"Because you can only marry a Prince Kurt, you know that," Burt sighed, "I can't just keep changing laws throughout the whole kingdom to fit around you kiddo, it's not fair on everyone else."

Kurt's eyes narrowed and he got to his feet, "It's not fair that I'm the only one who can't find someone they love to marry," He said sternly, "Look, I'm sorry, maybe pushing Prince Oren into the lake was a little far, but I'm going to say no to whoever you send, so you might as well just give up."

OXOXOXOXO

Blaine bit his lip nervously, as he was pushed harshly forward towards the huge looming castle before him. Okay maybe looming was the wrong type of word, looming made it seem sinister but it wasn't. It was huge yes, but it was beautiful. The whole place was a bright, shining white, with huge rounded turrets reaching up towards the sky. The roof was a gorgeous, bubble-gum pink that was completely tacky but seemed to just suit the whole feel of the building. There was a small river running through the garden Blaine was walking through, and that they had to cross to get to the entrance that was a huge, oak wooden door that when open would rest over the river like a bridge.

The garden was...breathtaking, there were flowers, trees and bushes of every color lining the pretty stone path that ran directly through the middle. All the plants were perfectly maintained and giving off a glorious summer scent in the sun of the morning, Blaine felt a little out of place and rather intimidated, the metal hand-cuffs chained around his wrists and feet, as well as the horrible manky rags he was wearing reminding him that he was nothing but a slave in this amazing world.

There were other slaves who already worked here, buzzing around the garden, some trimming trees and bushes, others planting even more exotic flowers. Blaine watched them carefully, trying to get a feel of how they were treated here, they weren't wearing rags and they didn't look unhappy, a few gave him a little wave and he smiled at them back feeling a little unsure. He was however sure that if he did wave back his owner would beat the living crap out of him in the middle of the path and that would just be embarrassing.

But these people were outside workers, from what Blaine had gathered from bits of conversation he'd over heard between his current and new owners, he was going to be a personal slave to someone, so it would be completely up to them how he was treated. And Blaine was sure it was going to be as bad as his current, because Blaine just wasn't that lucky.

"Hurry up you worthless shit!"

Blaine winced and moved as fast as his chained feet would carry him without falling over. Making his way towards his new life as quickly as possible.

As soon as they got to the river the door opened as though someone had been waiting beside the door, and sure enough as they crossed the bridge Blaine caught glimpse of a short, thin fairy with yellow eyes and huge, deep red wings, she was standing with her arms across her chest and tapping her foot impatiently, oh please can that not be his new owner.

Blaine stopped in front of her and looked at the floor, biting his lip as he felt her eyes scanning and judging him, "Here's your sum," She finally announced.

Blaine's owner held out his hand and the women dumped a bag of money in his palm, he opened it up and looked inside before grunting and turning to leave again. Without a word or even a gesture to Blaine, not that he'd been expecting one, even though he'd worked for that man for over ten years.

"How old are you again?" The women snapped at him.

Blaine winced and kept his head down, something he'd always been taught to do out of respect, "Seventeen Ma'am," He said quietly.

"Okay," She said, "Follow me, quickly, I have other things to do."

"Yes Ma'am," Blaine replied, following her through the castle, however he kept his head down, just following the pair of black high-heeled shoes clip-clopping in front of him on the spotless, marble floor; so he couldn't take in his surroundings like he might have wanted.

After a while the women in front of him stopped with a sigh, and Blaine froze, wondering if he wasn't moving quick enough, but then he heard the reason.

"Dad please!"

"Kurt stop being difficult!"

"You don't understand, I hardly see you, Mom's gone and now you just want me to marry some gold digging man? I bet most of these guys aren't even gay Dad!"

"Look, we can talk about this later, I have to go..."

"To a very important meeting, I know."

The door in front of them flew open and a fairy stormed out, before Blaine had raised his head the fairy was already around the corner, the only thing he saw was the tip of a pair of baby blue, sparkling wings.

"Come on, you can wait in here," The women opened a door to the side of them, "Take a seat, I have to go and catch that little brat, I may be a while."

Blaine nodded in understanding and walked into the room, the door was closed swiftly behind him. Blaine raised his head and an eyebrow at the room, it had a fireplace that obviously hadn't been lit on such a hot day, and all of the chairs and sofas were pointing towards it. They were all made of beautiful carved trees and lined with multicolored flower-petals that had obviously had a spell cast on them to stop them wilting. The room was decorated with expensive statues and vases...and Blaine really been trusted to stay in here by himself? Of course he wasn't going to take anything, he wasn't like that. Then again even if they thought he would, it's not like he would get very far, there were people everywhere and he had no idea where abouts in the castle he was.

The room didn't have any wallpaper...from what Blaine could tell. The walls were lined with fitted bookcases, all of which were filled with neatly arranged, musty looking books and above each book case was a crest...the crest of...is that...is that the Hummel crest? Oh my God, he was in the Hummel's Palace! Right now the king and prince of the kingdom were somewhere in this magnificent building.

Blaine was suddenly very grateful he had been told to sit down, but if he hadn't he was sure he would have fallen. He sat on the very edge of the couch with his hand in his hands, because this was not good. Everyone knew that the Prince was extremely stuck up and difficult, I mean his father had to change the whole Kingdom rules for him just so he could marry another male fairy. Princes from all corners of the world had traveled to try and win his heart but he had turned them all away.

No-one in the kingdom had seen him since he was a baby, but apparently he had grown into one of the most devastatingly handsome looking fairies that had ever lived, and a lot weren't surprised, his mother was simply stunning before she died giving birth to him. Blaine had no idea if he should be terrified about meeting the Prince, or curious to see if what people said was true. But either way, it was going to happen.