Kurt woke up ridiculously early. The sun wasn't even up yet. But no matter how much he twisted and turned he just couldn't seem to get back to sleep. So at half four in the morning Kurt slipped out of bed and took a shower, taking his time and standing under the hot spray of water thinking about everything and nothing, until the water ran cold and he wrapped a towel around his waist and moved to get ready for the day.

By the time he was ready it was almost quarter past five and it was starting to get the tiniest bit lighter. Kurt needed to see Blaine. He didn't know why Blaine wanted them to be apart last night but Kurt wasn't about to lie around and wait for Blaine to tell him what he'd done wrong. He just hoped Blaine wasn't angry at him. He honestly couldn't think of anything that might have upset the slave, but whatever it was he was determined to make up for it; the thought of Blaine being unhappy with him made his stomach twist uncomfortably. He knew Blaine was very much a morning person, but he didn't know if he'd be awake quite this early. He knew that his bed was by the window so he'd be able to see into the room if he found a gap in the drapes.

The Palace was still dark and empty, actually a little bit scary but still beautiful. Kurt heard his footsteps along the empty corridors, only running into the odd guard who bowed their hands respectively to him and luckily didn't ask questions. He walked out into the garden and was a little surprised at how sticky and humid it was. The garden was beautiful, even more so at night than the daytime. Fireflies danced and weaved in and out of the pristine flower beds and the stars and full moon above cast a soft glow over the path and neatly cut grass. Everything was peaceful and calm, and Kurt felt his head clear for the first time in a long while. He had to tell Blaine, he knew that, it was cruel for him not to even if it was going to be hard. He didn't know if Blaine would want to break-up straight away, or if that would want to try and make the most of the last two weeks they had together. He couldn't believe it was only two weeks.

He followed the path and stopped to cross the grass to the large window of the slavery. The deep purple drapes were closed and Kurt moved around, trying to find an angle in which he could see through the small gap where the two pieces of lush fabric met. After a few sighs of annoyance Kurt managed to get Blaine's bed in his view. The lamp on his bedside table was switched on and he was sat cross-legged in the very center, his hair messy and his pajamas on. He was playing the edge of his comforter and staring off intensely into space while chewing on his lip.

Kurt paused slightly, stealing a moment to take in the beauty of the boy, before he tapped lightly on the glass. Blaine's head snapped around he frowned, staring at the window. He squinted his eyes as though he was trying to work out if he could see anyone before he clamber out of bed and pulled aside the drape slightly, his eyes widening when he saw Kurt standing there with a nervous smile.

Kurt gave a small wave, enjoying the look of shock and amazement over Blaine's breathtaking features before he made a gesture for Blaine to come out and see him. Blaine nodded slightly and turned away, closing the drape again so he was completely out of sight.

Kurt let out a sigh and settled himself on the grass outside the window, leaning back so he could look up at the sky. Can you see me Mom? Do you hear me? He wondered to himself, watching the stars wink at him knowingly. I wish I knew you, I wish you were here. Everything people have told be about you have been so amazing, how can I live up to that? Up to you? He sighed and shook his head, he felt like an idiot looking up at nothing and talking to the empty stars.

"Kurt?"

The Prince looked up and smiled at Blaine who had walked around the corner with his arms wrapped around himself, looking unsure. Kurt scrambled to his feet and tilted his head to the side.

"Hey."

Blaine bit his bottom lip, "What are you doing up so early?"

Kurt shrugged, "I couldn't sleep...Blaine, have I done something wrong?"

Blaine's bushy eyebrows shot up on his head, "No. No of course not."

"So why didn't you want to see me last night?" Kurt asked insecurely.

Blaine started chewing frantically on his bottom lip, "I don't...I didn't know if you wanted me there."

"What? Of course I want you. I always want you, Blaine," Kurt frowned, taking a step forward and pulling Blaine tightly into his arms. He ran a hand threw his messy bed-head and down his neck, caressing over his soft pajama shirt, "What on earth would ever make you think otherwise?"

Blaine was tense in his arms for a second before he let out a soft sigh and let his hands wrap around Kurt's waist and his face disappear into Kurt's warm chest, hearing his heart beat softly; almost as if it was comforting him, "I saw you," He mumbled into the Prince's chest.

"Doing what? What did I do?" Kurt asked gently, letting his hands trail back up and rub gently at top of Blaine's neck.

"I saw you with...the blond guy. The suitor," Blaine uttered.

"Sam?" Kurt asked, "Oh. Yeah we're meant to be meeting up again soon."

Blaine want stiff in Kurt's arms, "I didn't want to get in the way."

"What?"

"Are you going to leave me? Is this what this is? Are you breaking up with me?" Blaine asked, failing to keep the emotion out of his voice.

"Huh? No! Of course I'm not!" Kurt pulled Blaine away from his chest to give him a startled look, "Why, do you want to break up?"

"No! But you like him Kurt, I know you do. And I'm just a slave! I'm not good enough, It's not fair, you're mine!" Blaine suddenly yelled, making Kurt jump away from him in alarm.

"Blaine..." Kurt sighed, moving forward with his arms out.

"No!" Blaine stepped away, tears flowing freely down his face.

"Stop being so stupid, I love you. I love you, Blaine, shhh," Kurt comforted, "Me and Sam are just friends, I promise."

"But he's a prince," Blaine whimpered, "And you were laughing and talking and I..."

"Blaine, sh. Please. We just have a lot in common, we both want to marry for love. That's it I promise," Kurt held his arms out warily, "You know I'm only interested in you."

Blaine bit his lip, "I thought you were going to leave me and marry him. Who are we kidding Kurt? I'm not good enough for you."

"If you say that you're not good enough one more time I'm going to hit you," Kurt stated, deadly serious.

Blaine froze, taking a shaky step back, "What?"

"I'm going to hit you. If you say it again," Kurt repeated, "Because you are good enough, you're more then good enough. Maybe it will knock some sense into you."

"But I'm not, not for you," Blaine groaned, "You keep telling me otherwise but..."

"That's it," Kurt reached forward and locked his grip around Blaine's wrist, tugging him close.

"Sir," Blaine coward away, "I'm sorry."

Kurt tapped Blaine lightly on the forehead with his palm before covering the area with kisses, "There, maybe that will knock some sense into."

"W..What?"

"You can't believe I would actually ever hurt you," Kurt frowned sadly.

Blaine shrugged.

"Oh sweetheart. I promised you I'd never hurt you," Kurt mumbled, pressing more kisses to Blaine's forehead, "Have I broken any of my promises to you?"

"No," Blaine shook his head, "Never. It's just...I don't know, I'm sorry. It's hard for me to let go of my...old life completely."

"I understand that, of course I do," Kurt mumbled, "But it hurts me to think that you don't trust me."

"I do, I trust you," Blaine reached up and locked his fingers in Kurt's hair.

"No you don't. You don't trust me, not even to meet new people," Kurt chewed on his lip, "Blaine you're more then good enough for me. But...I'm only just starting to see how controlling and jealous you are."

"I..."

"Blaine, I've told you how trapped I feel. I don't need it from you too," Kurt said sadly.

"I...I know, I'm sorry," Blaine bowed his head in shame, "I don't mean to."

"If you keep trying to control me..."

"I just want you to be happy, I'll stop. I promise," Blaine reached up and kissed Kurt's cheek, "I love you."

"Yeah. I know," Kurt smiled, "I love you too."

"And this Sam guy is really just a friend?"

"Just a friend," Kurt nodded.

Blaine let out a sigh, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder, "I'm sort I freaked out."

"Hm, I missed out on my cuddles and kisses last night because of Mr jealous," Kurt teased, his hand running through Blaine's messy locks.

Blaine giggled adorably against Kurt's neck, "We can't have that."

"Kiss me then," Kurt mumbled, noticing the sun was starting to rise. Everything was caught in the soft orange glow including Blaine's messy curls and his bright, shining eyes.

Blaine smiled and kissed in the skin of Kurt's neck that was under his lips before creating a path of sweet kisses up the long column and to Kurt's waiting lips. Kurt let out a hum, kissing back softly and letting Blaine's hands settle comfortably on his lower back.

Neither boy was sure how the sweet kiss turned into this, but suddenly Kurt was being pressed back against the nearest tree and Blaine's hands were under the Prince's shirt, feeling every inch on Kurt's chest while his tongue swirled around Kurt's mouth.

"Fuck," Kurt gasped, "Blaine."

"Want you," Blaine mumbled again Kurt's lips, catching his eye and grinning.

"You're crazy, we can't," Kurt groaned out, his fingers fisting in Blaine's curls.

"Let's go upstairs then, it's still early. We won't be bothered for hours," Blaine suggested, his thumbs brushing over Kurt's taut nipples.

"God," Kurt whimpered, "How could you ever think you're not good enough for me? Fuck."

"I love you," Blaine grinned, moving to kiss back down Kurt's neck.

Kurt sighed, his eyes slipping closed, "I love you too."

"Oh my God!" A voice squealed.

Blaine jumped away from Kurt so quickly that he fell to the floor, staring at the young girl watching them with wide blue eyes and messy blond hair, "Kathy."