"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God," Kathy rambled, her gaze snapping between Blaine who sat on the floor and Kurt pressed against the tree rapidly, "Oh my God, Oh my God."

"Kathy, stop. Stop please," Blaine scrambled to this feet.

"Are you...I mean...Are you two?" She make a wild gesture between the Prince and the Slave.

Blaine looked at Kurt who was still panting against the tree, he looked terrified and Blaine noticed his shaking hands.

"Look, Kathy this was just...it's not something that...it just happened," Blaine finished feebly.

"I can't believe it," Kathy shook her head, "I don't get it. I...You said you love each other, is that true?"

Blaine opened his mouth to deny everything but Kurt suddenly seemed to snap out of his daze and stepped towards Blaine, slinging his arm lightly around the Slaves waist.

"Yes. We're in love, and that's why you can't tell anyone," Kurt said firmly, "...Please."

"Love?" Kathy repeated, "I...He's a Slave, Sir!"

"Sh, please," Kurt begged, "Please promise me you'll keep this to yourself. If you tell someone Blaine's going to be in so much trouble."

Kathy sighed, "I...I have to, I'll be breaking the law if I don't tell."

"Kathy, Blaine's my whole life. You can't take him away from me, please," Kurt begged.

"Kath," Blaine took a step forward, "Come on. He makes me happy."

"You. You've been lying to me this whole time?" Kathy asked, her eyebrows shot up.

"I couldn't exactly tell you could I?" Blaine reminded her, "You know I love you. You're my best friend"

Kathy bit her lip, looking between the two.

"I would have told you if I could," Blaine pressed, "Because I know you'd never tell anyone."

"Blaine, stop trying to make me feel guilty," Kathy glared at him, "You two are breaking the law, it's not my fault."

"It's not our fault we fell in love either," Kurt's voice turned a little desperate, "Come on Kathy, do you want Blaine to be thrown out on the street?"

Blaine winced, automatically hiding in Kurt's side and the Prince ran a hand up and down his back in comfort.

"Well, no of course I don't."

"And you want him to be happy?" Kurt asked.

"Of course," Kathy bit her lip, watching Blaine hide in Kurt's shoulder, "I mean...He's my best friend too."

"So...?" Kurt pressed, "I know this is...a shock for you, and it's not exactly ideal but can we please at least try to make this work? Do you think we would be risking this if it wasn't worth it?"

"No, I guess not," Kathy let out a sigh, "Okay. Okay I won't tell."

"Thank-you," Kurt smiled, "Really, this means so much."

"Yeah but you owe me, Blain-ah!" Kathy let out a squeal as she was suddenly bombarded with an armful of curly haired joy.

"Thank-you, thank-you Kathy. I'll do all your work. I promise. You're amazing," Blaine clung to his friend.

Kurt laughed in relief, "Hey, I still want a little bit of time with you."

"Too late Sir, he's already promised," Kathy smirked, hugging Blaine back.

"Damn," Kurt pretend to be annoyed but really he was smiling too much in relief, "This really means everything. You have no idea how important he is to me. Thank-you."

Blaine smashed his mouth against Kathy's in a chaste kiss and Kurt's eyebrows shot up as Kathy's cheeks turned scarlet, "Anderson, you can't just kiss me in front of your boyfriend, geez."

Blaine bit his lip, "Sorry. I'm just so...I can't thank-you enough, really."

"Don't say sorry to me, say sorry to Sir," Kathy giggled, brushing her messy bed-head back from her face.

"He can make it up to me later," Kurt smirked.

Blaine nodded, his cheeks coloring a little at the thought.

"And I want all the details Anderson," Kathy demanded, "But next time you guys fall out you might want to be a little quieter."

"Oh crap, you don't think that anyone else heard?" Blaine asked, his eyes widening in terror.

"Nah, they're all still snoring don't worry," Kathy reassured him, "Now I'm going back to bed for a few hours. I'll see you later."

"Wait Kathy, thank-you. Really thank-you," Kurt looked her square in the eye.

She smiled and nodded, "Goodnight Sir."

This is was good thing, now Blaine would have someone to talk to when Kurt told him about the marriage, Kurt decided as he turned back around to see Blaine looked at him curiously. He looked so damn beautiful in the orange light...he'd tell him later.

"That was close," Kurt bit his lip.

Blaine nodded in agreement.

"Do you really think she won't tell?"

"She won't, I'm sure of it," Blaine said confidently.

Kurt let out a breath, "Okay."

"I'm sorry...for kissing her, I don't know why I..."

Kurt laughed, "The look on her face, don't worry. I could have kissed her too."

"If it's any consolation, I'm definitely gay," Blaine screwed up his nose slightly.

Kurt laughed again, "Good to know."

"Can we go and lie in bed for a few hours?" Blaine asked, "I want to cuddle."

"Of course sweetheart."

oxoxoxo

Kurt fell back on his bed and made grabby hands at Blaine, "Come cuddle with me."

Blaine smiled, still standing at the foot of the bed, "I love you."

"Come show me that you love me then," Kurt pouted, "I missed cuddling you last night."

"I missed you too," Blaine crawled up the bed, taking Kurt by surprise when he straddled Kurt's hips, "But we can cuddle tonight. Now we have some time without having to worry about being disturbed."

Kurt grinned, "Are you going to make up for kissing Kathy?"

"Would you like me to do so?" Blaine asked, grinning back and leaning down to press a few kisses to the very corner of Kurt's mouth.

Kurt just smirked and turned his head so Blaine's kisses landed on the very center of his lips, "You know you can wake me up this early everyday if it means we can do this."

Blaine giggled and smiled, "I might have to take you up on that proposition," He whispered before capturing Kurt's lips in is own properly. Kurt let out a sweet sigh and locked his fingers in Blaine's still untamed curls, his legs moving up to lock around Blaine's waist. Blaine rocked his hips down and Kurt let out a cry of shock at Blaine's swollen erection.

"Already?" He asked with a smile, his hands cupping Blaine's ass an encouraging him to thrust again.

Blaine's cheeks turned scarlet, "I'm sorry."

"No, not there's no need to apologize," Kurt reassured him, rocking his rapidly swelling cock up into Blaine's already full hardness and making them both gasp, "We're you hard this whole time?"

Blaine nodded, grunting slightly as the rocking movement of their hips sped up, "I can't, fuck, I Keep thinking about the-ah-the gym."

Kurt groaned, "God me too. All the time, Blaine fuck you feel so good."

Blaine whimpered, "Kiss me."

Kurt immediately forced his tongue through Blaine's lips, licking every inch of his boyfriend's mouth and relishing in the taste that was pure Blaine. Blaine was panting and whining back into Kurt's mouth and the Prince felt his whole body heat up at the noises. It was almost painfully obvious how horny and needy Blaine was from the way his hips were snapping forward against Kurt's now completely rock hard erection and the sounds he was producing, the thought that Blaine had managed to get in this state from the small distance from the garden to this room made Kurt's cock twitch. Blaine had walked so calmly up to Kurt's room, gripping innocently at Kurt's hand when really inside his mind was replaying images of sweaty and desperate bodies and his dick had responded in the best way possible.

"I need you, I need you," Blaine whined, pulling away from Kurt. His eyes were wider and darker then Kurt had ever seen them, black and lust blow they screamed Blaine's desperation need back at Kurt in a way that made Kurt shiver and his mouth go dry. His lips were red and ravished from Kurt's continuous teasing, swollen, wet and inviting from Kurt biting and licking, sucking and caressing them with his tongue as they rubbed and groaned against each other erotically.

"Sh, sh, I've got you," Kurt comforted, surprised by how disheveled and broken his voice sounded. His head was spinning from how fast and everything was moving. He reached up and pressed a chaste kiss to Blaine's lips, "I've got you."

"Kurt," Blaine growled, "Please."

"Lay on your back, I wanna do something," Kurt whispered.

Blaine rolled off of Kurt immediately and landing beside him with a 'humph', his breathing labored and desperate as he watched Kurt crawl so he was hovering over the Slave.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," Kurt whispered, burring his face in Blaine's neck and hearing him groan at the words, "Just tell me if you're uncomfortable."

Blaine nodded frantically in agreement.

Kurt lent down and started licking at Blaine's neck, determined to not leave any inch untasted but careful not to leave any obvious marks that would cause questions to be asked if they were seen. Blaine whimpered and locked his fingers in Kurt's hair, melting back into the mattress and giving himself completely over to Kurt.

"Take off your shirt," Kurt requested in a breath, licking his swollen lips.

Blaine immediately tensed, "K-Kurt, I..."

"What's wrong?" Kurt frowned.

"I'm not...I mean," Blaine looked away, "My scars aren't..."

"How many times do I have to tell you that you're beautiful?" Kurt mummered.

"I'm...not, Kurt," Blaine replied, still not looking at the Prince, "I'm marked. I'm deformed."

"Blaine," Kurt sighed, "Don't be stupid. You're perfect, Okay? Perfect."

Blaine gave Kurt a skeptically look and shook his head, "Kurt..."

"Please, just take off your shirt. It's nothing I haven't seen before right?" Kurt tried to comfort, "I'm going to make you feel just how beautiful you are."

Blaine blushed and paused for a second longer and Kurt left him to decided, of course he wasn't going to force Blaine to do anything, but at the same time he was so desperate to show Blaine how God damn gorgeous he was. Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes and Kurt stared straight back what he hoped was an encouraging smile and Blaine let out a shaky breath before he sat up and started tugging his shirt under over his head with Kurt's aid.

Blaine fell back onto the mattress with his arms folded self-consciously over his chest without looking Kurt in the eye.

"Come on," Kurt whispered, leaning down and pressing kisses along Blaine's folded arms, "Let me see you."

Blaine's arms slowly unfolded from his chest and Kurt wasted no time in covering his abused chest in sweet and tender kisses, Blaine tensed a little in the beginning and balled his hands into fists.

"Beautiful," Kurt breathed, "So beautiful, Blaine."

Blaine bit his lip, relaxing a little, "Kurt."

"I love you," Kurt mumbled, letting his hot tongue trace over the raised skin of Blaine's scars.

Blaine gasped, "Ah."

"So perfect," Kurt praised, traveling up and down Blaine's chest and not leaving any of the possessive marks on Blaine's skin go unloved. His kissed, nibbled and sucked until Blaine's chest was littered with red marks and he had melted under Kurt's touch and was completely relaxed.

When he was satisfied he licked back up and let his tongue dart out tentatively at Blaine left nipple, unable to stop the grin that filled his face when Blaine let out a sharp whine of shock and tugged at the Prince's soft hair. He swirled his tongue around the hard nub again and let his teeth graze over his gently, hearing Blaine whimper above him before he did the same to his right.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice was a dry and sounded like it scratched his throat on the way out, "Please, Please I need..."

"Okay, okay, I...wanna...Can you take these off?" Kurt asked, his fingers wrapped around the band of Blaine's blue pajama pants.

Blaine gulped, looking a little alarmed at the thought of Kurt seeing him, "I don't know if..."

"You're perfect Blaine, I promise," Kurt reminded him, brushing his thumbs back and forth soothingly over the skin, "I love you, I just want to make you feel amazing."

"Okay," Blaine agreed in a whisper, "I love you too."

Kurt's fingers were immediately pulling the elastic of Blaine's pants up and over the Slaves dick, trying not to react to the fact Blaine wasn't wearing any underwear and tugged the material down and off Blaine's legs. Kurt turned back and couldn't stop the whimper that left his lips at he sight of Blaine naked before him, his hair still messy from sleeping and his eyes screaming at him to do something. The Slave's dick stood hard and proud, pink and thick as it pointed up towards his abdomen with a glistening wet tip.

"Um, Kurt?" Blaine gave a nervous laugh as he struggled not to cover himself up from Kurt's eyes that were eating him in.

"I'm sorry, I'm...you're gorgeous," Kurt smiled, feeling his cheeks warm up as he glanced over Blaine's body again. Fuck.

Blaine bit his lip, "You are too."

Kurt's smile grew and he kissed Blaine sweetly for a second before his hand moved from where it was rested on Blaine's thigh moved to lightly wrap around Blaine's swollen cock and the Slave gasped into Kurt's mouth.

"Good?" Kurt wondered, moving his hand up and down slightly.

"Yes. Yes, Kurt. More please," Blaine whimpered, his hips rocking up into Kurt's touch.

Kurt's confidence grew and his hands moved more eagerly as his joined his and Blaine's lips again, Kurt's thumb brushed over the head of the Slaves cock and spread the moisture down and Blaine whined into Kurt's mouth, his hips bucking up as Kurt's hand sped up.

Soon Kurt was eating Blaine's cries of pleasure while he pumped Blaine's leaking dick in is hand, flicking his wrist and thumbing the top in a way that was making the Slave's head spin.

"Kurt, fuck. Kurt yes," Blaine's exclamation were muffled by Kurt's mouth glued to his own.

Kurt pulled away with a cry of protest from Blaine, "Sh, I want to...I wanna..." The Prince mumbled mostly to himself as he moved down Blaine's body. The Prince knelt either side of Blaine's knees and lent down so his head was hovering over Blaine's leaking dick, watching it twitch as his hot breath hit the heated flesh.

"K...Kurt," Blaine stuttered, staring down at the Prince between his legs.

Kurt asked, "Can I?" His hands resting on each of Blaine's hips.

Blaine nodded, "Please, please Kurt."

"I've got you," Kurt promised, his thumb brushing soothingly over Blaine's hip.

Kurt could feel Blaine's intense gaze watching him as he took a bit of a shaky breath and kissed lightly at the head, licking his lips and screwing up his nose a little at the unfamiliar and bitter taste.

"You don't have..."

"I want to," Kurt smiled, "Really I do."

"If you're sure," Blaine bit his bottom lip, practically shaking in anticipation.

Kurt took another deep breath and before he licked the tip, only just managing to hold down Blaine's hips as he bucked into the contact with a gasp, "Kurt!"

Kurt made sure to keep a firm grip on Blaine's hips and swirled his tongue around the head of the swollen bulb, feeling a sense of pride when Blaine let out a broken groan and his head fell back against the pillow behind him. Kurt continued to cover Blaine's head in small licks before he traveled down the shaft, pressing wet kisses and hot licks all the way to the base.

"God, Kurt," Blaine moaned, his hips fighting against Kurt's hold at their own accord.

"Hmm," Kurt hummed, his eyebrows shooting up when Blaine's hips bucked up violently at the vibrations.

Kurt's lips traveled back up and he sucked the head of Blaine's throbbing cock past his lips and sucked gently with his tongue teasing the slit, finding the taste strangely more appealing the more he got to experience.

Blaine groaned, "Kurt, Kurt oh Fuck."

Kurt hummed loudly again and smiled around Blaine's cock when the Slave whined and his head thrashed around on the pillow. The Prince got a more secure hold on Blaine's hips before he experimentally lowered his head down, taking more of the heated, swollen flesh into his mouth.

Blaine's head snapped back up so he could watch Kurt, biting his bottom lip so hard he was sure it was start bleeding as he watched his dick disappear through Kurt's swollen, red lips and into a hot, wet heat that made his stomach feel like a vacuum and sweat to bead on his forehead, "Kurt, you're so good. Fuck."

Kurt continued down as far as his gag reflex would let him before and rubbed his tongue along the underside of Blaine's dick, putting a perfect pressure on the largest vein and making Blaine whimper, his hips twitching and his hands fisting in the comforter beneath him. Kurt's head moved up and down a few times before he found himself in a slow and teasing rhythm, alternating between worshiping Blaine's head and dragging his lips down the shaft and using his tongue to massage every vein and drive Blaine crazy.

"Kurt, Kurt, fuck. Baby yes," Blaine mewled, his hips trying to break past Kurt's hold, "So hot, fuck."

Blaine's moans made Kurt's own arousal twitch and it was only then that the Prince realized how neglected his dick was, leaking and throbbing in his jeans that were way too fucking tight right now. He moved so his arm was pressing down on Blaine's abdomen and hips and used his free hand to unzip his jeans and pull out his dick while still sucking eagerly on Blaine's erection. He moaned around Blaine's cock as he started pumping his own leaking member, already dangerously close to the edge just from the sound of Blaine's pleasure and the taste of him on his tongue.

"Kurt, Kurt, I'm...gonna," Blaine warned, his voice dry and deep, his hips bucking up and his breath coming out desperate puffs.

Kurt let out a more muffled groans around Blaine's dick, feeling the muscles in his stomach tighten as his hand sped up around his own hand leaking cock, his hips rutting awkwardly into his hold, his hand a little dry but the pre-come making everything a hundred times better.

"Kurt, stop, I'm seriously ah, fuck," Blaine groaned.

"Just cum god damn it," Kurt growled, his voice scratchy and rough from arousal and Blaine's cock rubbing against the sides of his throat before he pulled Blaine's dick back into his mouth, doubling his efforts and humming in a broken groan as he fisted himself furiously.

"K...Kurt, Yes, yes, Kurt fuck!" Blaine whined, his hands squeezing and pulling at the comforter and his back trying to arch of the bed as he came heavily down Kurt's throat in long and powerful pulses that had pleasuring zinging around Blaine's body to the very tips of his toes.

Kurt whimpered, swallowing as much as he could with only the smallest amount dribbling down over his lip until Blaine let out a mewl of discomfort and Kurt let Blaine's softening, sensitive dick fall from his lips.

"Kurt, I...Fuck," Blaine sat up and his eyes went wide as he saw Kurt's hand pumping himself frantically.

"Blaine, Blaine God," Kurt gasped, his eyes squeezing close and before Blaine knew it Kurt had tensed and his whole face was constricted with pleasure coming heavily over his fist with a slightly cry, his mouth open in a perfect 'O' shape.

Kurt's eyes opened again after a minute and they locked on Blaine's, causing both boys to laugh nervously at each other and look away with flaming cheeks.

"We should clean up before everyone starts to check on me," Kurt instructed after a second.

"Yeah that sounds like a plan," Blaine agreed, grabbing a pillow and holding it over his chest and crotch.

"You're still hiding from me?" Kurt noticed sadly.

"No...No, I just....I'm naked, a-and you're not and it's weird," Blaine explained, his cheeks darkening even further.

Kurt looked down at himself and blushed before tucking his now satisfied and soft cock gently back into his pants and jeans and zipping them back up, even though he was going to have to shower change again now, "Right," he agreed, laughing self-consciously, "Go and shower first, I can after okay?"

"Okay," Blaine agreed, still holding the cushion in front of himself as he walked away and Kurt had to stop himself from looking at his boyfriends bare and glorious ass, "Kurt?"

Kurt looked up and saw Blaine facing him and pausing in the doorway, "Yeah?"

"I love you."

Kurt smiled so wide it hurt it face, "I love you too."

oxoxoxo

"I want you to meet my Dad," Kurt announced as he came out of the shower for the second time that day with damp hair.

Blaine looked up from the freshly made bed with a shocked expression, "What?"

"I want you to meet my Dad," Kurt repeated.

"The king? You want me to meet the king?" Blaine asked, sounding unsure.

"Yes. I want you to know each other, and then I'll tell him about you and me," Kurt informed him.

"What? Why?" Blaine whimpered in terror, "Have you had enough of me? Are you throwing me out?"

"No. The exact opposite, I want to be with you forever," Kurt walked forward and crawled onto the bed so he was settled in front of Blaine and took his hand, "And I think he'd take it better if I told him then if he found out another way."

"No. No Kurt, please don't tell him. It's too risky, I don't want to lose you," Blaine panicked.

"Blaine he won't do anything..."

"How can you know that? Just wait a little while longer until you'll tell him, please?" Blaine asked, his hand squeezing back at Kurt's.

"Blaine I...We can't wait that long," Kurt mumbled.

"What? Why? We have all the time in the world, I'm not going anywhere," Blaine frowned slightly in confusion.

"I...Blaine, I...," Kurt looked up and Blaine and bit his lip. They only had two weeks. He should tell him. It was wrong not to, but he just couldn't watch Blaine's heart break, "Because I don't want to wait too long to tell him."

"Oh. Okay, well can we at least wait a few weeks?"

Kurt winced, "Let's just...see okay? I'm going to see if I can get him to have dinner with you and me tonight."

"Okay," Blaine agreed, looking a little nervous, "It's a good idea for the King to know me a little more."

"Just...leave it to me. I'm going to make everything okay, I promise."