Blaine woke up after a night of dreaming he was kissing Kurt in different situations. In the garden as they enjoyed the sun. In Kurt's room as they said goodnight. In the kitchen after he'd passed Kurt his glass of juice. They were only small chaste presses of lips, nothing to really mention. But they still caused a whirlpool to twist in Blaine's stomach and his heart to do a leap of pride in his chest. Urgh, why couldn't these feelings just go away? He was so happy here, and this was going to ruin it.

"Um..Hello?"

Blaine's eyes opened and he blinked against the light, "Ugh."

He heard a high pitched giggled, "Hi, I'm sorry to wake you. But it's breakfast and Joe usually eats everything that's left. I don't want you to go hungry."

Blaine's eye adjusted and he sat up, "Oh...," A sweet girl with perfect pink wings was standing at the edge of his bed with a smile on her face, "Thank-you that's...that's very kind."

"No problem. You're so lucky having the Prince as your owner, he's so nice," The girl grinned.

"Yeah...Yeah he's amazing," Blaine agreed, feeling his cheeks warm a little as he slipped out of bed.

"Is it true he let you sleep in his room?"

Blaine nodded.

"Wow...What are you doing here then?" The girl asked, confusion crossing her face.

Blaine gulped, "I...Um, I asked to come down here."

"Oh, why?"

"Because I wanted to get to know some of the other workers here," Blaine lied, following the girl as he left the room.

"Oh," The girl was wearing a plain pink-tee and some baggy purple shorts as sleep wear, her hair a golden hair was a mess around her face, "I'm Kathy by the way."

"I'm Blaine."

OXOXOXO

Blaine picked at his porridge, pushing a dried apricot around the bowl and chewing on his bottom lip. People threw questions about Kurt, and he did his best to answer them but he usually ended up mumbling one word answers. He was stuck in a horribly foul mood.

"Ah, Blaine. The Prince asked me to give you this," Kate marched into the room, her high-heels clip-clopping against the floor, "Looks like he's finally come to his senses. He's meeting another suitor today so it was best if you didn't bother him."

"Yes Ma'am," Blaine nodded, taking the piece of paper he was offered and unfolding it immediately.

Help the other workers as much as you can today, I expect you to help the younger and older slaves who may need it and put in your full effort. You can sleep in the slavery again tonight. I might see you tomorrow, if not I will send you another note like this.

I'm really sorry about everything.

Blaine tried not to feel disappointed at the fact that he wouldn't see Kurt today, but maybe it was the best. And turned to Kathy who was finishing off her bowl of creamy porridge next to him.

"Hey, can I help you today? The Prince has just told me to help who I can."

"Of course, I'm working in the garden. It should be fun."

Blaine smiled at her and she blushed.

OXOXOXO

Blaine got the same note the next day and the next, and before he knew it he hadn't seen the Prince at all for a week, apart from a small glance as he rounded the corner in the Palace with one of his suitors. Blaine was miserable. He missed Kurt more then he even thought possible. Last night he had been so close to sneaking up into the Prince's room just to see him that he considered finding something to tie himself to the bed. He just wanted to see his smile, hear his laugh. Blaine felt strange and shaky, like he was deprived of a drug that he'd become addicted to. Well maybe Kurt was his drug. It was harder and harder to pretend he was okay everyday, he'd given up lying to himself. He definitely had feelings for the Prince, and very strong feelings at that.

"Can you reach the higher bits?" Kathy asked later that afternoon as they'd finished weeding the vegetable garden and moved on to harvesting the available fruit. Blaine was glad for the distraction of work, it helped him ignore how much he missed Kurt.

"Um...," Blaine bit his lip, looking up at the apple tree that they were collecting from, "I'm not sure."

Kathy giggled, "I guess we're not the best aided for this job."

"Hm, Is there a ladder somewhere?" Blaine asked, glancing around.

"There's like a tool shed thing over there," Kathy pointed behind some bushes, "I can go and..."

"No,it's okay. I got it," Blaine smiled at her.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I'll be back in a second," Blaine nodded, walking away and looking back at her over shoulder to smile and wave.

Blaine was a little unsure where he was going, walking around the outside of the collection of neatly trimmed shrubs he followed a cute little path hoping it might lead him to the shed that Kathy had been talking about. He stopped when he heard a soft sound like somebody crying. He looked around for the source as he rounded the corner and froze when he saw Kurt sitting on the grass by a fountain of a female fairy and staring at his hands. He was sniffing quietly, occasionally wiping the back of his hand on his sleeve. He was wearing a pair of bright orange skin-tight jeans with a sea-green, long sleeved shirt on which a strip of deep purple ran in a curving side-ways wave all the way down which was lined with intricate purple buttons. Beside him was a crown that looked like it had been thrown to the ground and he was obviously trying to muffle the sound of his tears...which meant he didn't want to be found...but Blaine couldn't just walk away could he?

"Um...Your...Your Majesty are you okay?" Blaine asked, his voice shaking a little.

Kurt's head snapped up and he blinked before he ducked his head again and wiped his eyes, "Blaine. Hi, yes...Yes I'm fine thanks," He looked up again with a huge forced smile on his face.

"Do you um..do you want talk about, about anything?"

"No, no it's fine. I thought I told you to help the other slaves today?"

"I am, I was just looking for a ladder," Blaine explained, taking an unsure step forward, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Kurt gulped, "Come on, I'll find you a ladder," He scrambled to his feet and picked up the crown.

"But I...I don't want to intrude or anything," Blaine struggled to find the right words, "But I...I heard you crying, is there anything I can help with?"

Kurt shook his head sadly, "No."

Blaine followed Kurt as he walked away, "Sir."

"What Blaine?" Kurt sighed, walking forward without looking back.

"Why were you crying?"

"That's none of your concern," Kurt replied, "Your only concern is to do what I tell you."

"What? Sir...please, I thought..."

"Blaine, I'm only treating you like you want to be treated," Kurt bit his lip and glanced at Blaine who was struggling a little to keep up with the Prince's long legs.

"But I want you to be happy," Blaine mumbled, almost crashing into the back of Kurt when he stopped outside a small building that Blaine hadn't noticed.

"Why? You still get given and bed and warmth and food regardless of my emotional state," Kurt replied, disappearing inside the building, "All you have to do is what I tell you."

Blaine groaned, "Would you stop!" He cried, following Kurt inside and closing the door behind him, regretting it a little when he realized how small the building was. He found himself pressed against the door surrounding my gardening equipment and with Kurt only half a foot away from him.

"Stop what?" Kurt asked, seeming a little uncomfortable with the situation too.

"Stop pretending like I don't care about you, because I do. All that stuff you said last night...You never forced me to be your friend, I wanted to be. If I wasn't a slave I would have without a single payment," Blaine's voice was a little louder then was necessary in the small space, "It kills me to see you unhappy."

Kurt gulped heavily and he blinked a few times before he turned around, "I know there's a ladder in here somewhere."

"Kurt please!" Blaine grabbed the Prince's arm and Kurt turned around, his face full of shock at the use of his name, "I hated leaving you last night. If it wasn't for your order I would have stayed and hugged you. I just lay in bed thinking about our kiss and when I did go to sleep I dreamt of different situations in which I could kiss you again. Kurt, don't you...?"

"How dare you address me like that? By my first name. Get out."

"What? But..."

"Out," Kurt snapped, but there was no anger or force behind his voice.

Blaine noticed the ladder behind Kurt, hiding behind some tall boxes and reached for it, planning to just take it and leave. Unfortunately Kurt seemed to notice it at the same time and grabbed for it also. They hands met on the cold metal of the ladder and Kurt pulled back with a hiss like he'd been burnt, knocking one of the boxes in the process and suddenly all of the empty cardboard containers were falling around them as well as some of the other items in the shed.

Blaine tried to get out of the way and tripped on a hoes pipe and fell into Kurt with a yell, they both tumbled to the ground with shouts of alarm as the tools continued to fall down around them.

And then it went quiet.

Blaine was lying on top of Kurt, a box rested on his legs and one on his shoulder. He wiggled them to make the boxes fall off.

"Damn it, Sir I'm so sorry..."

Kurt's face crumpled and suddenly he was crying again, tears running over his cheeks as he lay helplessly on the floor.

"Are you hurt?" Blaine panicked, trying to work out the best way to stand up in the limited space, "What's wrong?"

Kurt shook his head and looked away, "Blaine, I'm just...just tired."

Blaine let out a huff of annoyance, "Why won't you talk to me?"

Kurt sighed, reaching up and cupping Blaine's face, "Because I don't want you to have to worry about me. I mean...I'm a Prince right? I have it all. You're a Slave. You're the one who should be crying to me. I'm just pathetic."

"No, no Ku..Sir, please. I do worry, and you make me worry more by not talking to me," Blaine mumbled, his cheeks blazing, "I...I think we need to talk about last night properly."

Kurt smirked through his tears, "What's to say? I got everything wrong and made a fool of myself. Again."

"No you didn't, Blaine sighed, "I was just...I was shocked. I didn't...I've never even thought about anyone liking me in anyway...Did you mean...Did you mean romantically?"

Kurt bit his lip, "Yes."

Blaine gulped, "I...I've missed you so much. I like about you all the time."

Kurt's eyes widened, "Really?"

Blaine nodded, his cheeks feeling like they were on fire and he was sure the wooden shed they were in was going to catch fire from their heat.

Kurt let out a shaky breath, "I think of you too."

Blaine's cheeks got even hotter.

"Did you really dream about me?" Kurt asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Blaine nodded again, "Every night."

Kurt bit his lip, looking up at Blaine from where they were still lying on the floor, "Why?"

"I don't...I guess I like you too," Blaine admitted, "I never even considered my sexuality but...," He shrugged.

Kurt looked away and then back at Blaine again, "So..." He blushed, unsure what to say.

Blaine chuckled, "So..."

"You know it's amazing, how much you've changed since you got here. Just over a week ago you were cowering away from me touching your hand. And now look," Kurt noticed, his hand trailing lightly down Blaine's face.

Blaine smiled softly, "You've never shown me any violence or unkindness. How can I be scared of you? You've made me feel safe for the first time in ten years."

"I'm...I'm sorry about just now, of course you can call me Kurt," The Prince apologized.

"I knew it would get your attention," Blaine laughed quietly, his heart swelling when Kurt gave him own, beautiful music giggle. He'd been craving that sound so much.

"I love it when you laugh," Blaine admitted, as they seemed to be doing so now.

Kurt blushed and smiled, he reached up and cupping Blaine's face, "Can I kiss you again?"

Blaine gulped and he nodded, letting the Prince kiss him slowly and letting out a little happy sigh at the feeling. Kurt pulled away way to quickly but Blaine didn't say anything, he was so happy.

"Why can't you be a Prince?" Kurt asked after a second of warm silence.

Blaine's mood plummeted and he felt like he was going to cry, "We should get up. Someone might start looking and find us."

"No, no please. Not yet," Kurt begged, "I don't want to move."

"We can't be together," Blaine whispered in fear he would start crying if he spoke at a normal volume, "It's impossible."

Kurt shook his head, "No. No there has to be a way."

"Sir, don't torture yourself. We can...we can still be friends," Blaine added hopefully.

Kurt let out a sigh, "I'll think of something."

"Don't. Let's just...be grateful we know each other," Blaine moved to get up but Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist tightly so he was unable to move.

"You've given up on us before we've even begun."

"Maybe that's best. It saves the heartache," Blaine smiled sadly.

"Blaine, You listen to me. You care about me. You make me laugh. You make me happy," Kurt said softly, cupping Blaine's cheek, "I've never had that before, and I'm not giving up on it this easily."

"I'm a slave," Blaine laughed although he felt like screaming and yelling at the world for being so unfair, "If anyone found out that we had this conversation then they'd rip of my wings and through me into a shark infested pool."

Kurt winced, "I wouldn't let them."

"Your Dad would shoot me where I stood," Blaine mumbled, resting his head in the crook of Kurt's neck.

Kurt ran his hand through Blaine's hair, "Then no one will find out about us."

"Sir..."

"Call me Kurt, Blaine, please," Kurt requested.

"Kurt," Blaine caved in and looked up at the Prince, "That's not even possible. You have people watching you most of the time, and you have to get married to a Price as soon as possible."

"I'm not giving up on this," Kurt declared, cupping Blaine's face and pulling him into a gentle kiss.

Blaine could feel his cheeks burning again as they pulled away, "Okay," He agreed in a whisper.

This was a bad idea.