The bed beside Kurt dipped and he felt a soft, tender hand on his back.

"Hello."

Kurt recoiled a little from the gesture, "Hi."

"Are...Are you okay?"

Kurt sighed where he had hid his face in his pillow, "I'm fine."

"What's going on?" Blaine lay down beside Kurt and stroked his hand up and down Kurt's back.

"Blaine, I..." Kurt glanced at Blaine and stilled, he looked so sweet and concerned. He could tell him it was over, he just couldn't, "It's nothing, I just had another argument with my Dad."

Blaine frowned, "What about?"

"Marriage," Kurt replied, sighing as Blaine wound his arms around Kurt and pulled him into a tight embrace.

Blaine sighed, kissing the top of Kurt's head, "M' sorry."

"It's not your fault, don't be silly," Kurt mumbled into Blaine's chest.

"Maybe not, but I'm sorry you're distressed. And I'm sorry I'm unable to stop it," Blaine sighed again.

"Don't feel guilty, Blaine. Please."

"I'm not, I'm just...frustrated that I can't do anything," Blaine huffed, holding Kurt protectively.

"We should run away and get married," Kurt suggested, "Then they couldn't at moan at me."

"Even if we did we still wouldn't be married in the eyes of the kingdom, you know that," Blaine recalled miserably.

"I know," Kurt grumbled, his hand tangling themselves in Blaine's shirt, "It's so stupid though. Why can't a Prince and a Slave fall in love?"

"They can, we're proof," Blaine corrected, "They just can't be together."

"Urgh, I hate everything," Kurt uttered.

"I know, me too," Blaine agreed.

oxoxoxo

"Why aren't you dribbling over the Prince?" Kathy asked as Blaine walked up to her in the garden.

Blaine rolled his eyes and started to help her weed the patch of flowers she was working on, "I don't dribble over him."

"Oh please, you follow him around like a dog with your mouth hanging open," Kathy teased.

"I do not," Blaine stuck out his tongue.

Kathy smirked, "So, where is he?"

Blaine sighed, "He's....he's with a suitor."

"Ouch," Kathy pretended to wince.

Blaine shrugged, "I don't see why. It's not like anything's going to happen anyway."

"Well obviously, you're just a slave," Kathy laughed, "But you can't tell me that you're not jealous."

"Of course I'm jealous," Blaine sighed gently.

"Well maybe he'll find someone to make him happy," Kathy shrugged.

Blaine felt his stomach swoop. "Yeah, maybe."

Part of him wanted Kurt to not like any of the suitors, he'd never really thought about it but each time Kurt went to meet a potential husband he was competing against them. And even though Kurt didn't see him that way, Blaine was only a Slave. However on the other hand, it would be a whole lot easier if Kurt just fell in love with one of the suitors and felt Blaine, because really Blaine just wanted Kurt to be happy. No matter what that meant for him.

"You're quiet, what are you thinking about?" Kathy noticed.

"Nothing."

"The Prince?" Kathy guessed with a knowing smirk.

"Maybe."

Kathy laughed, "You know I think you might be in love with him."

Blaine bit his lip, "I think so too."

"Oh Blainey," Kathy sighed, shaking her head sympathetically.

Blaine blushed.

oxoxoxo

Kurt had been studying his new suitor from a distance. He was tall and incredibly muscular and had a blond hair that fell down over his face. He was wearing a smart suit but looked like he would much rather be in a pair of jeans and a shirt and kept fiddling with his buttons. He had the largest, fullest lips that Kurt had ever seen in his life and his eyes were so damn blue.

Kurt straightened his crown on his head and walked forward, his suitor saw the movement and turned around.

"Hel-Wow."

Kurt laughed, feeling his cheeks warm, "Hi."

"Wow," The man repeated, licking his huge lips. He stopped and blushed, "Um, Sorry. I meant Hey."

Kurt held his hand out and the man took it awkwardly, his palm was soft and slightly sweaty and he looked relieved when Kurt let it go, "I'm Kurt."

"Sam," He grinned. Wow his teeth were white.

Kurt nodded slightly, "It's nice to meet you, cute suit."

Sam screwed up his nose, "My Dad made me wear it."

Kurt laughed, "I know that feeling."

"By the way, if anyone asks. I left my crown in the carriage by accident," Sam winked.

Kurt grinned, "Your secrets safe with me."

"Awesome, so what do you want to do?"

Kurt shrugged, "I usually just walk around the garden with my suitors."

"And it's too hot so I take off this really itchy jacket?" Sam asked hopefully.

"Sounds like a plan to me, come in here a second."

Kurt lead Sam into the nearest drawing room and took off his crown and dumping it on the table, and Sam removed his jacket and tie. They both walked out into he garden and Kurt watched in astonishment as Sam said Hi and smiled at all of the slaves who they walked past.

"So," Kurt sighed, blushing as Sam's arm brushed gently over his. They were walking rather close together.

"It is actually really hot, I didn't really notice before," Sam observed, undoing some of the buttons of his white dress shirt, "This gardens beautiful."

Kurt smiled, "Yeah, yeah it is."

"Do you help keep it all neat and tidy like this?" Sam wondered.

Kurt's eyes widened, "No, no I'm not allowed."

"Aw, that sucks," Sam pouted his huge lips slightly, "I'd love to work out here."

"Me too," Kurt nodded, "I'm not allowed to do anything."

"People always think people like you and me have it all," Sam commented, "If only they knew how trapped we are."

Kurt blinked, "E...Exactly."

"I mean, we can't even really pick who we marry. Don't get me wrong, you seem like a really nice person and...well you're beautiful. But I want to marry someone I love," Sam shrugged.

"Me too," Kurt bit his lip.

"But I do have to thank-you actually. If it wasn't for you convincing your Dad to change the laws I'd be marrying a women," Sam screwed up his nose.

"So you're actually gay?" Kurt asked.

"Yep. But it just opened up a huge amount of money-crazed assholes trying to buy me," Sam spat, looking away in frustration.

"I know, it's so obvious they don't give a shit about you," Kurt agreed.

"You know, you're the first person to ever agree with anything I say," Sam smiled, reaching down and squeezing gently at Kurt's hand.

"Same here," Kurt allowed Sam's hand to stay in his as they came to a stop at the fountain.

"Wow, that's pretty," He smiled, "It looks like...your Mom."

Kurt nodded sadly, "Not on purpose apparently."

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

"No, no don't worry about it. Wanna sit?" Kurt asked, tugging on Sam's hand lightly.

Sam nodded sitting on the edge next to Kurt and letting his fingers dip in the cool stream of water.

"I have to find a suitor by the end of the month or my Dad will pick for me," Kurt said suddenly, watching Sam's eyes lock on his.

"Oh my God, I'm...I'm so sorry," Sam frowned, reached out and putting his dry hand on Kurt's knee.

Kurt bit his lip, "I'm really scared."

Sam sighed, squeezing Kurt's knee, "Well...maybe you'll fall in love..."

"In two weeks?"

"Point taken," Sam bit his lip, "I wish there was something I could do."

Kurt sighed, "Thanks."

oxoxoxo

"We need another bucket," Kathy announced, noticing her's was filled to the top with weeds.

"I'll get it," Blaine offered, smiling and walking away over to the shed.

He hummed lightly to himself, ignoring the way his mind threw images of how weird Kurt had acted this morning after his meeting with his father. He barley let Blaine touch him and gave short and snappy answers. It was probably just something to do with the argument.

He paused when he saw Kurt and his new suitor sitting at the fountain. They were sitting really close and the man was wearing black dress pants with a white dress shirt that had the first few buttons open. He was ripped, tanned and blond and...his hand was on Kurt's knee. What?

Blaine frowned watching as the man leaned down and said something quietly, Kurt looked up and smiled giving a small nod before he chewed on his bottom lip. The man spoke again and Kurt suddenly grinned, letting out a loud laugh and putting his hand over the one on his knee, the blond haired man took the opportunity to lock his and Kurt's hands and Kurt blushed lightly at the action.

Oh God. Kurt liked him. Blaine felt sick and his fights clenched at his sides.

Kurt spoke and the man grinned nodded in agreement and nudging his shoulder against Kurt's. Kurt giggled and looked away, letting his hand trail in the cool water of the fountain and the man did the same. They were silent for a second before Kurt let out a high pitched squeal, the man had scooped up some of the water in his hand and threw it at Kurt.

"Blaine, what the hell is taking you so l-?Oh," Kathy noticed Kurt and the man from where Blaine was hiding behind a shrub.

"Sh," Blaine hissed, "I can't hear what they're saying."

Kathy sighed, looking at Blaine and then the Prince and his suitor who were in deep conversation, "Blaine..."
"Sh!" Blaine repeated.

"This is kind of creepy," Kathy sighed.

"I think he likes him," Blaine whined, sounding heartbroken.

Kathy watched in interaction between the two Prince's for a second before she bit her lip, "I think so too. I'm sorry Blaine."

"Oh God," Blaine groaned, running at hand through his curls.

"Calm down, it's not like anything could happen between you and the Prince anyway."

oxoxoxo

"I have to go," Sam sighed a just under an hour later.

Kurt frowned a little, "Why?"

"I have to meet another possible partner," Sam replied sourly, "It sucks."

Kurt nodded in agreement, "It really does."

"So...Do you think that maybe we can meet up again sometime?" Sam asked.

Kurt bit his bottom lip, "I don't know..."

"I just want to be friends, can we be friends?" Sam shrugged, "It's nice to have someone to talk to who as the same values as me."

Kurt nodded, "I'd like to be friends."

"Awesome," Sam grinned, "I'll talk to you again soon."

Sam left after a quick hug and Kurt was felt standing by the fountain with a sigh. Sam was a great guy, but he'd missed Blaine like crazy and couldn't wait to curl up next to him.

oxoxoxo

"Hey you, I'm....Blaine?" Kurt asked, frowning into his empty room. Where was Blaine? It was pretty late.

"Blaine?" He called, checking the bathroom and his wardrobe before he noticed a note on his bed.

Kurt,

Sleeping in the Slavery tonight. Sleep well.

Blaine.

Kurt frowned. Why? Had he done something wrong?

oxoxoxo

Blaine lay wide awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He wanted to see Kurt of course, but he couldn't bear to hear all the amazing things about his newest suitor. What if he broke up with him? What if that blond guy was with Kurt in his room doing stuff right now? Blaine gut twisted in jealous. He knew he wasn't good enough.