"Sweetheart, are you awake?" Blaine whispered, his hand stroking down Kurt's face.

Kurt stirred slightly before he cuddled closer to Blaine's chest and let out a small sigh.

Blaine smiled, leaning down to bury his nose in Kurt's hair, "Kurt?"

"Hm?"

"I think we should get up, it's getting kinda late and people are going to start looking for you," Blaine told him softly.

"No," Kurt mumbled, "Stay here."

Blaine chuckled lightly, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care. Tell Kate I just want to stay in bed today and cuddle with my boyfriend," Kurt huffed.

"You know I would if I could," Blaine told him, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Hey, stop it," Kurt's eyes finally opened, bright and blue and looking up at Blaine from where he was rested on the Slaves chest.

"Stop what?" Blaine asked, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.

"Sounding sorry for us," Kurt bit his lip for a second before he stuck out his tongue, "We're not pathetic."

Blaine laughed, leaning down so he could press a kiss to the tip to Kurt's nose, "I know we're not."

"We are rather adorable though," Kurt smiled, turning his head and pressing kisses through Blaine's shirt.

Blaine sighed, "Yes, we definitely are."

"I love you," Kurt whispered.

Blaine bit his lip, "I love you too."

"I guess you're right though, we should get up," Kurt admitted, "I just don't want to."

"I know, me either," Blaine sighed, running a hand through Kurt's soft hair.

"Wait...you're completely ready," Kurt frowned.

"Yeah, I kind of showered and stuff before I woke you," Blaine shrugged.

Kurt pouted silently, "Oh."

"I'm sorry, should I not have?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt closer to his chest.

"No, it's fine. I...I guess I just like the idea of waking up together but...you always wake up before me," Kurt shrugged.

"I'm sorry..."

"No, no sweetheart don't be silly. It's not your fault," Kurt shook his head, "It's fine. I still get to wake up next to you."

"Hm," Blaine hummed in agreement, "You're so cute when you sleep."

Kurt blushed, "What do you mean?"

"You just look...so peaceful and young and...beautiful," Blaine shrugged.

Kurt blushed even deeper, "You're crazy."

"You're perfect."

"Are you trying to get into my pants again already?"

"What? No!"

"I'm joking, calm down," Kurt laughed, grinning mischievously.

Blaine let out a breath, "Although technically I didn't get into your pants."

"Hm, very true," Kurt agreed, letting out a small yawn, "Come on up and at em'"

"Urgh," Blaine sighed, rolling out of bed after pressing on final kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Kurt, aren't you up yet?" Kate burst into the room and frowned at Blaine who was standing awkwardly next to Kurt's bed with his heart beating manically in his chest. That was so close.

"In the process of," Kurt grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Has he started sleeping in your room again?" Kate gestured to Blaine rather harshly and causing the slave to wince.

"Yes, he has been for weeks," Kurt informed her, giving a small sleepy scowl, "You're not very observant."

"I have more important things to worry about, running around after you, making sure the kitchen is stocked, that the garden is maintained, that..."

"Yes, Kate. I know," Kurt yawned, covering his mouth, "What did you want?"

"Your Dad wants to have breakfast with you...although it'll be more like brunch now," Kate sighed, looking at her watch impatiently.

"Oh, can Blaine join us?" Kurt asked, smiling softly as his boyfriend.

"Who?" Kate frowned, her perfectly shaped eyebrows pulling in.

"Blaine, the guy standing right next to you," Kurt huffed, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

"The Slave?" Kate asked, sounding outrage, "Of course not."

Kurt sighed, "Right...Oh course, what was I thinking?" He mumbled, "Where is he?"

"The third dining room," Kate replied, "And hurry up."

"Right away your highness," Kurt droned sarcastically.

"Kurt, I'm serious," Kate snapped, "Get your butt in gear."

"I'm pretty sure that you're not allowed to talk to me like that," Kurt grumbled, throwing his comforter back off his body and looking up to see Blaine staring openly at his bare chest and the tight yoga shorts he was wearing.

"I take orders from the King, not you. And if he wants you out of bed it's my job to get it done. Move," He turned and left with the sharp clicking of her heels in an organized march.

"You shouldn't look at me like that," Kurt noted, sliding out of bed and walking into his wardrobe.

"Like what?" Blaine asked, following Kurt inside and watching him look around for something decent to wear.

"Like you want to eat me," Kurt giggled, "I mean...it's really flattering, and I feel the same way about you. But It's pretty noticeable."

Blaine blushed and stared at the floor, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Kurt turned around and smiled, "I find myself staring at you without meaning too as well."

"What do you think this thing with the King is about?" Blaine asked curiously.

"I don't know, probably nothing good though," Kurt sighed, pulling on a shirt, "I'll shower after, you can go down to the kitchen and fix whatever you want to eat for yourself."

"Okay," Blaine agreed, "You know...You shouldn't talk to Kate like that."

Kurt bit his lip, "I...I know, I just got frustrated when she didn't know who you were and stuff. I'll say sorry next time I see her."

OXOXOXO

"Have you been asleep this whole time?"

"Um...Yes, sorry Dad," Kurt walked into the third dinning hall and crossed the room to were his farther was sat at the head of the table.

"I wish I could sleep in like you," Burt sighed, indicating to the wooden chair next to him.

"Why don't you then? You can do whatever you want," Kurt stood behind the chair and shrugged at his farther.

"It's not that simple, Kurt. Sit," He gestured to the chair again.

Kurt took the seat and bit his lip, "So...What's going on?"

"Well, yesterday I was at a very important meeting and...all of the governors and myself were...discussing you," Burt worded his explanation carefully, knowing his sons temper all too well.

"You mean gossiping?" Kurt snapped, folding his arms across his chest with his eyes filled with anger.

"No, don't be stupid Kurt. We're just discussing...what to do."

"About what? I'm perfectly fine," Kurt asked, his eyes turning guarded.

"No, you're not. You were meant to get married before your eighteen birthday. It's now over a month after," Burt sighed, starting to loose his temper with his son.

"That's because I'm not getting married," Kurt pressed.

"I'm tried of having this argument Kurt."

"I'm tired of not spending time with you, I'm tired of feeling like I don't even have a Dad, I'm tired of being forced into things I don't want to do, and I'm tired of you not listening to me," Kurt was suddenly on his feet, "Do you even love me?"

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course I love you!" Burt's eyebrows pulled in.

"You don't even make an effort to see me. I feel like I'm orphaned. You promised me a birthday dinner but it never happened, and even when we do talk it's only for business of the kingdom and we end up fighting. I hate it. You're all I have, and most of the time it doesn't feel like I have anyone at all," Kurt sat down again, feeling drained from his outburst that he'd been keeping in for so long.

Burt sighed, "I know, I know I'm sorry. I wish I had more time, I do. But I'm so exhausted already and everyone's putting stress on me to find you a husband. I hate it just as much as you. But you know you can talk to me about anything. Is something wrong?"

"Well...," Kurt paused, I'm in love with a slave, "No. But that doesn't mean I don't wan to just talk to you. So we can maybe feel like a family again."

"Yeah, okay. I'll...I'll try and work something out okay? I promise," Burt smiled sadly, "I know it sucks Kurt. But you have to know everything I do is for you. I love you kiddo."

Kurt let out a sigh, "I...I know, I love you too."

"And because everything I do is for you...Kurt, if you don't find a pick a suitor by the end of the month or I'm going to pick for you," Burt bit his lip, "It's what the governors agreed on."

Kurt froze in horror, "....No."

"Kurt..."

"NO! No, Dad you don't understand, please. I can't get married," Kurt panicked, his fingers clenching nervously at the edge of the table.

"Why not? It's not that big of a deal as you're making out, it's just a wedding," Burt sighed.

"No , Dad. It's forever. I have to live with that person for the rest of my life," Kurt cried, "It's not fair."

"I know it's...."

"Dad, they're going to...touch me," Kurt's cheeks turned scarlet, "And I only want to do that with someone I love."

Burt looked away uncomfortably, "Kurt, it's..."

"No, no, no, no, no," Kurt shook his head, "Please don't do this."

"Kurt, I don't have a choice. I had to bargain to get you till the end of the month. They wanted me to pick straight away," Burt picked up a glass of wine that was in front of him and drained it.

"Dad..." Kurt whimpered, terrified tears welling up in his eyes, "Dad, I'm scared please..."

"Kurt please, I already hate myself for this," Burt groaned, standing up and holding out his arms.

Kurt stood up too and dissolved in his fathers embrace, "I can't do this. Not in two weeks."

"Just find someone who you like, someone you could see yourself being friends with. It's not as bad as you think kiddo I promise," Burt comforted as he felt Kurt start sobbing into his shoulder.

"Dad, I'm...," In love with a slave, "I'm...." In love with Blaine.

"Brunch is severed...oh, I'm sorry Sirs I can come back..."

"No, no it's fine. Come in," Burt gave Kurt one final squeeze before he sat down, Kurt doing the same miserably.

Slaves started carrying in plates of food and Kurt just stared at the table pitifully. He was going to have to break up with Blaine. He was going to get married to a complete stranger.

"What were you saying?"

"What?" Kurt mumbled, being pulled from his thoughts.

"Before they came in, you were going to tell me something."

"Oh," I'm in love with a Slave, "Nothing, it's nothing."

Kurt looked at the plates filled with food and struggled not to gag. He felt so sick.