"I know your secrete," Kathy grinned, poking her head around the shrub that she and Blaine were trimming.

"W...What secrete?"

"I knew as soon as you told me that you're gay."

"I don't....I don't know what you're talking about," Blaine stuttered, panic thundering around his blood.

"You have a crush on the Prince," Kathy stated.

Blaine relaxed a little, "I don't," He shook his head.

"You do," Kathy grinned, obviously enjoying knowing a secrete that other people were oblivious to.

"I can't. He's a Prince. I'm a Slave," Blaine shook his head, "It's ridiculous."

"You can't help who you like," Kathy shrugged, "And don't worry I won't tell anyone."

Blaine sighed, "I don't like him, Kathy. Really."

"I've seen the way you look at him," Kathy grinned, "It's obvious. The Prince probably knows as well."

Blaine decided Kathy thinking he had a crush on Kurt wasn't so bad, "Ugh, do you think?"

"Ah, so you admit it," Kathy exclaimed, "And yeah I think he does. He won't do anything though, you know how sweet he is."

"So I won't get into trouble?" Blaine asked, chewing on his bottom lip for effect.

"No, of course not. Like I said, you can't help who you like," Kathy shrugged.

"Yeah, you can't help who you like," Blaine agreed, his cheeks coloring slightly.

Kathy wasn't acting any differently then she had before she'd found out about Blaine's sexual preference, which Blaine was grateful. He was a little worried it would have effected there friendship, but in a way it had made it stronger. Kathy was constantly asking which of the Slaves he thought was the cutest and it was nice that now she wasn't constantly battering her eyelashes.

OXOXOXO

"Kathy's on to us," Blaine sighed from Kurt's bed.

Kurt's voice called from the wardrobe, "What do you mean?"

"She thinks I have a crush on you," Blaine explained, running his finger over the pattern of Kurt's comforter.

"Oh," Kurt walked out pulling on a gray hoodie, "Well it could be a lot worse."

"You look relaxed today," Blaine commented.

Kurt blushed, looking down at his gray sweatpants, "I need a workout," he explained.

"Oh," Blaine laughed slightly.

Kurt patted his stomach, "I haven't since we got together."

Blaine tutted, "Kurt, you don't need to work out, you're gorgeous."

Kurt blushed and shook his head, "Thank-you. But it's for stress relief as well."

"Oh...can I come?"

"To work out or to watch me work out?"

"Um...I don't know," Blaine shrugged, "I just want to be with you."

Kurt smiled, "I don't usually like people in the gym with me, but I think I can make an exception for you."

"Well, I'm honored," Blaine smiled back, looking over Kurt's simple attire again.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Said Kurt suddenly, his arms wrapping around his waist self-consciously.

"I just love it when you're so dressed down," Blaine shrugged.

Kurt smirked, "You're crazy. No-one can make sweatpants look attractive."

"Apart from you apparently," Blaine blushed.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Come on then."

OXOXOXO

"Blaine, stop looking at my butt," Kurt giggled, turning around from where he'd been stretching.

"I..I'm, I wasn't," Blaine stuttered, spinning around violently and pretending to be fiddling with the boxing glove around his hand.

Kurt giggled again, making Blaine's heart do a leap in his chest. God that sound was so beautiful.

"Relax, the doors locked and people know not to come in here," Kurt informed him.

Blaine jumped when he felt a hand on his arm and shivered when Kurt's hand stroked over his bicep. "Where did these muscles come from?"

"I ah... from working on the farm," Blaine bit his lip, gulping when Kurt's nails scratched gently over his skin.

Kurt hummed in his ear, "I think you should just wear this all the time."

Blaine looked down at himself briefly, he was only wearing a plain white vest-top and some loose black shorts that Kurt had found for him, "W...Why?"

"Because it gives me a chance to really appreciate how gorgeous my boyfriend is," Kurt kissed just behind Blaine's ear.

Blaine had noticed that over the last two days the atmosphere between himself and Kurt had changed considerably. It was infectious. Blaine had a constant craving for Kurt to be touching him in someway, and today was no different. As Kurt's hand left Blaine's arm he felt himself wanting something more. When Kurt kissed him chastely in the morning he found it hard to pull away. And then of course there was the fact that he just couldn't stop looking, which Kurt had definitely noticed. He felt horrible whenever his suddenly found himself starting at Kurt's lips, arms or ass..or running his hands all over the boy when they found some time alone and their lips were joined. It was getting harder to stop when Kurt pushed him away with bright eyes and flushed cheeks when things got too heated. He felt strangely guilty when he couldn't bring himself to look away, I mean...he was allowed to look right? But then there were the dreams...dreams that caused Blaine's cheeks to color red just thinking about them. They weren't exactly PG13, and Blaine was grateful that he always woke up before Kurt so he could calm himself down before he found a pair of electric blue eyes shining up at him. But he didn't want Kurt to think that he only wanted him because of his physical appearance. He loved Kurt so much that his heart ached when he thought about how their relationship was unlikely to work out in the end, but it did make him more determined to find a solution.

"Have you ever boxed before?" Kurt asked, standing directly behind Kurt and slipping his arms around Blaine's waste.

"No...no," Blaine shook his head. He wasn't really planning to box, he just wanted something to distract him from Kurt's body and the gloves where the first things his hands had come into contact with.

"Well you need to warm up first," Kurt informed him, pressing a few light kisses to his bare shoulders.

Blaine sighed lightly at the contact and Kurt's hands slid up to where his lips had been previously, "Here," He reached over a grabbed a jump-rope, placing it in Blaine's hands.

"Um, thanks," Blaine bit his lip, stopping himself from reaching out when Kurt moved away from him.

OXOXOXO

"Like that?" Blaine asked, biting his bottom lip after he repeated the punch Kurt had just shown him.

Kurt smiled, "You're really good," he nodded, "But try and keep your hands more like this..." He walked behind Blaine and pressed himself against the Slave so every lie of their bodies were pressed together, chest to back; Blaine had to hold back a whine that tried to break it's way through his throat. Kurt's hands gripped Blaine's shoulder's and slid down his arms before his long slender fingers wrapped around Blaine's wrists and pulled them into the same potion but a little higher up, "Okay?"

"Y...Yeah," Blaine stuttered, nodding as Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder and kissed his neck letting out a little hum.

"You know you have a natural talent for this," Kurt's words ghosted over Blaine's ear in a breath.

"You think so?"

"Definitely," Kurt kissed Blaine's neck again, "My big strong man."

Blaine shivered, "Kurt, I..."

"You what?" Kurt asked curiously, dropping Blaine's wrists and putting his hands on each of Blaine's hips.

Blaine forced himself to say, "I can't punch with you behind me like this," even though the last thing he wanted Kurt to do now was move.

"We can, look," Kurt's hands moved back to Blaine's wrists in a firm yet gentle grip and Blaine felt him lift his head from Blaine's shoulder, "Go."

"I...Um," Blaine bit his lip, trying to remember what Kurt had shown him before when he brain was scrambled from Kurt's chest pressed against his back.

"Like this remember?" Kurt said softly, controlling Blaine's hands and making him repeat the motion from before.

Blaine nodded gently, feeling his palms start to sweat inside the bright red gloves as Kurt's thumbs brushed tenderly over his skin and his lips mouth the back of his neck, "You're distracting me," he accused.

"In a good way or a bad way?" Kurt giggled gently against the skin of Blaine's neck.

"Good," Blaine replied without hesitation, feeling his cheeks color.

"Can you blame me for taking advantage of some time alone together?" Kurt asked, burring his nose in Blaine's curls.

"No, of course not," Blaine gulped.

"I just want to be close to you," Kurt sighed, slightly sadly.

Blaine tried to find the words to reply but could find none to express how much he wanted to be close to Kurt all the time, so instead turned his head so he could capture Kurt's lips in his own, feeling Kurt kiss him back so softly and tenderly that Blaine felt tears well up in his eyes from the pure amount of love his felt for the man in front of him. A love that was forbidden.

Kurt pulled away and frowned, "You're crying."

"I hate them," Blaine choked out, not realizing how angry and upset he was until he tried to explain it to Kurt.

"Who sweetheart?" Kurt asked softly, pressing soothing kisses along Blaine's cheek.

"People who say we can't be together. They don't know how we feel. Why can't we just love each other?" He growled, anger flowing around his blood.

"I know...."

"No! No, It's not fair," Blaine snapped, "Uh, I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you..."

"I know," Kurt smiled softly, his eyes a little sad.

"I just...want to fucking grab you and kiss you in front of all the slaves and Kate and the King and...and the whole kingdom. And then they'll now that you're mine," Blaine grumbled, his eyes locked on Kurt's.

Kurt bit his lip, "You never swear."

"I...I know, I'm sorry," Blaine turned his head back around to face the red punching back and threw one, hard, angry hit at hit.

"Don't apologize," Kurt shook his head, "I thought you'd already accepted that we were going to work out?"

"Have you?"

"No, of course not," Kurt gave a sad laugh, "I never will."

"This...Us, it's just too good to be true, Kurt. I love you, I guess I was just trying to make it easier on me by pretending I had but...no, I haven't accepted it at all," Blaine realized, still looking away, "I love you. I love you. I freaking love you so much."

"I know, I love you too," Kurt sighed.

"I'm just so angry, I'm furious," Blaine spat, "Because you're mine, right? None of your suitors, you don't belong to the kingdom, you're mine. All mine."

"All yours," Kurt agreed, "I'll always belong to you."

"So why can't they see that?"

"Blaine, calm down," Kurt sighed, as Blaine began punching furiously at the bag in front of him. Blaine was always so controlled and polite, it was ridiculously hot to see him loose control like this.

"Ugh," Blaine grunted, repeating the move Kurt had shown him before at three times to the power.

"Blaine, shh, come on. Stop," Kurt brushed the sweaty curls back from Blaine's face gently and put his hand on his shoulder.

Blaine spun around, his chest heaving with anger and wrapped his gloves around Kurt's lower back to pull him closer before he smashed their mouths together, Kurt letting out a surprised whine at the back of his throat as he fingers locked tightly in Blaine's curls.

"Mine," Blaine mumbled, licking at Kurt's bottom lip and making the Prince's head spin.

"Blaine," Kurt's mouth opened in a gasp and Blaine took it as an opportunity to pressed his tongue through Kurt's lips.

Kurt groaned, feeling Blaine's tongue rubbing against his own and Blaine's gloved hands moving down from their place on his back and down to grab his ass. Blaine very rarely took control like this and Kurt's blood was thumping manically around his body and was heading south at an alarming speed as Blaine walked them both backwards without breaking the contact of their desperate lips.

Kurt let out a gasp of surprise when his back hit the white wall of the gym, the bright yellow lighting above them was suddenly way too hot and Kurt felt Blaine's gloved hands move from his ass to his hips instead so Blaine could press his body fulling against the Prince's.

Blaine pulled away briefly, breathing heavily and undoing the Velcro on the bright red gloves he wore with his teeth, struggling to get them off a little before he threw them behind his shoulder. Kurt barley had time to breathe before Blaine's lips were back on his, hard and needy.

Kurt's hoodie had ridden up slightly and Blaine's fingers were hard and possessive on his bare flesh. Blaine was just everywhere, the wall was hard and firm against his back and seemed to be the only thing that was keeping him grounded at this moment as Blaine's tongue explored every crevice of his mouth with too much spit and teeth while Blaine's body trapped him.

"Oh, God," Kurt whined as Blaine eventually pulled away for air reluctantly. However Blaine's lips never left Kurt's skin, they trailed down over the Prince's cheek and neck in ways that made Kurt shiver and his dick to twitch in his baggy gray sweatpants. The slaves breath was ragged and hot against Kurt's smooth, pale skin.

"Blaine...I...," Kurt was blushing, he wasn't sure if Blaine was as turned as he was right now but his cock was aching for some attention and he was glad he was wearing such loose fitting pants right now.

"What? What do you need?" Blaine mumbled against Kurt's neck.

"Just....just please," Kurt whined, his body thrumming with need, feeling Blaine's fingertips press harder against his hips, "You, I need you."

Blaine shuddered against him, "Because you're mine."

"Yes, yes I'm yours Blaine, Please," Kurt's hands felt Blaine's slightly-sweaty curls and moved around to grip Blaine's ass instead, urging him forward.

Blaine seemed to get the idea and pressed his hips against Kurt's, both boys letting out an in sync groan as they felt each others erections against one others for the first time.

"God, Blaine. You feel so good," Kurt mumbled, blushing slightly.

"You too," Blaine whispered back, burring his face in Kurt's shoulder, "Can I...? I need...," Blaine's hips moved away slightly before rocking forward into Kurt's.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried, "Yes, more. Please. God, you're so good."

Before Kurt even knew it both their hips were grinding and thrusting against each other frantically, Kurt's hands gripped Blaine's ass and willed him to thrust more powerfully while Blaine's arms wrapped around the Prince's neck and pulled him so they were as close as possible.

"Yes, Blaine. Fuck," Kurt whined, his forehead rested against Blaine's shoulder and his eyes squeezed closed.

"God, Kurt. You're mine, all mine," Blaine stated, biting his bottom lip so he was sure it was going to bleed.

The room filled with their moans and whimpers until it reached bursting point. Everything was too hot and the friction of Blaine's cock rubbing against his own was almost too good even through the layers of their clothing.

"Blaine, I think I'm...I'm," Kurt blushed, embarrassed that he hadn't lasted long, but with Blaine whining in his ear like that what did he expect?

"Me too," Blaine panted, "God. I'm so...close...Kurt. Kiss me. Please."

Kurt's mouth smashed against Blaine's, but they were both panting too hard for it to be any good. It wasn't a kiss, not really, just lips glued to lips as they breathed in each others air; each others souls.

The muscles in Kurt's body slowly tightened like a coiled spring, the hot heat in his abdomen getting more intense until beads of sweat ran down his forehead and his legs shook unsteadily beneath him. Blaine tensed against him and let out a growl into Kurt's mouth, his hands gripping almost painful around Kurt's neck as his hips snapped forward irregularly.

"God, Yes. Kurt, yes," He whimpered, coming heavily between them.

Kurt groaned, "God, You're so hot, Blaine."

He moved so he was rutting desperately against Blaine's leg instead of his crotch, not wanting to cause Blaine's sensitive cock any discomfort, "Blaine, Blaine...So, close. Please."

Blaine was struggling to come down from his high, his head rested on Kurt's shoulder and his breathing crazy, "Kurt...," Blaine's leg ground back at Kurt's crotch, making everything in Kurt's vision turn white.

"Blaine!" Kurt gasped, all the heat rushing from his abdomen and straight through his shaft. Hips hips gave a few more erratic thrusts before he slumped against the wall, at which Blaine slumped again Kurt.

"Wow," Blaine mumbled, somehow finding the energy to place a few kisses to Kurt's neck.

Kurt laughed softly, "Yeah, Wow."

Blaine bit his lip, "But also ew, we need a shower."

"Agreed, I think that's enough of a work out for one day," Kurt laughed lightly, "I love you."

"I love you too."