Kurt took a deep breath and smoothed down his hair before he knocked on the door to his fathers office.

"Yes?"

Kurt bit his lip as he pushed open the door, smiling at the sight of his Dad quickly cover the sport's magazine he was reading with a few important looking documents. The King looked up at Kurt and smiled, pulling the magazine out and relaxing again.

"Hey Kiddo. Are you okay?"

"Um...Yeah, yeah I'm great. It's just...are you busy tonight?" Kurt wondered, walking forward and standing behind the chair that was opposite his Dad.

"Yes, I..." The king paused when he saw his sons face fall, "But I can move it to tomorrow morning?"

"Would you? Really?" Kurt asked, his expression lighting up.

"Sure Kiddo. Is there something you want to do tonight?"

"Yeah, I was hoping that maybe we could have my very delayed birthday dinner?" Kurt asked, chewing on his bottom lip.

"That sounds like a plan...but why are you so nervous?" Burt asked, "Is there something else?"

"Yes. It's...I want Blaine to be there too," Kurt explained.

"Blaine? You mean your slave?" Burt asked his expression becoming unreadable.

"Please, Dad. We're friends, he's my friend," Kurt's grip on the chair in front of him tightened.

Burt watched his son carefully, "And you want me to meet him? Because he's your friend?"

"Y-yes, Dad please? For my birthday?" Kurt bargained.

"I don't think the governors would be very happy about the Prince and King having dinner with a Slave."

Kurt winced and looked at the floor, "Oh...Okay, I guess it'll just be me and you..."

"Or we can just not tell them," Burt grinned.

"Really? Oh my God, Dad thank-you!" Kurt's face broke out into a smile. Something the King hadn't seen in a long time.

"This really means a lot to you huh?" Burt noticed curiously.

Kurt shrugged and blushed, "Thanks Dad, we'll see you tonight."

oxoxoxo

"Where's Prince Charming then?" Kathy asked, playing with the grass in front of her crossed-legs.

Blaine looked over from where he was weeding the path instead of Kathy, "He's asking his Dad if we can have dinner, and then he's going to go and see that blond guy."

Kathy's eyebrows shot up, "You mean...you, the Prince and the King having dinner?"

"Yeah. And I'm terrified," Blaine admitted, wiping his brow, "Kurt...Kurt wants to tell the King about him and me."

"What? That's crazy! Why?" Kathy exclaimed.

"Something about him reacting better if we tell him officially, then him finding out another way," Blaine mumbled.
"Why would he find out? Three people know," Kathy frowned, "I can't even think of a way."

"I know...Kath, I think he...might be keeping something from me, something important," Blaine admitted, "I'm scared to ask though."

Kathy was silent for a second before she asked, "Well do you have any actual proof?"

"No, not really. He's just...a little distant, and he always just kind of stares of into space with a trouble expression," Blaine explained, "He looks...devastated, scared. And I can't cheer him up no matter what I do."

"Are you sure you're not just over analyzing everything?"

Blaine shrugged, "Maybe. That's why I'm not going to say anything, it'll just cause an argument. But last night after we'd...um...Last night I asked if we could wait a few more weeks and he freaked out a little."

"After what?" Kathy grinned at Blaine's flustered appearance.

"Nothing. After nothing, we didn't do anything," Blaine blabbered, looking away from Kathy and back at the path.

"Oh my God, you did do. I said I wanted all the details, spill," Kathy laughed.

"No, it's...embarrassing, stop it," Blaine blushed.

"I'm keeping your secrete so you can get off with a freaking Prince and you want even tell me," Kathy huffed.

"I'm not telling you. It's...awkward, and I don't even know the first thing about...about sex, I don't need you freaking me out to," Blaine forced out, avoiding eye-contact.

"Wait? What do you mean?" Kathy asked, looking at Blaine curiously.

Blaine blushed and looked away, "I don't know anything. Why would I? It's not like I went to school or had my parents to tell me. I taught myself to read and write but there's only so much I can learn from books I managed to get hold of, and sex wasn't one of them. Especially not...gay sex."

"Aw, Blainey," Kathy giggled.

"Shut-up, Kath please," Blaine groaned.

"Does Kurt know?"

"No of course not, we just do whatever Kurt...initiates," Blaine blushed, "I...Do you know anything about...?"

"Um, a little. I had an older brother who was gay. Sebastian, he was...very active. When I was around thirteen he told me the ins and outs of straight sex and I asked how it was different from what he did. He left a year later to become a solider and I never saw him again."

"Oh Kath, I'm sorry," Blaine frowned.

Kathy shrugged, "It doesn't mean he's dead necessarily. You know everyone said he was just trouble, and he was I guess. But he was a good brother."

"I'm sure he was," Blaine agreed, "...So you think maybe you could tell me what you know?"

Kathy smiled, "Sure. But only if you tell me the details of what happens."

Blaine sighed, "Fine."

"Awesome...So is he a good kisser?"

oxoxo

"Kurt, hey. How are you?"

"M' good, how are you?" Kurt asked, easily slipping his hand into Sam's.

"I'm great. I'm fantastic, Kurt I...I'm so happy, honestly," Sam grinned, practically jumping up and down beside Kurt.

Kurt laughed at his excitement, "What's going on?"

"I'm getting married," Sam beamed, extending his other hand so Kurt caught a glimpse of a sliver ring.

"Wow...That's...that's soon," Kurt managed, "When did...?"

"The guy I went to see after you, he's perfect. We've barley been apart since we met," Sam sighed dreamily.

"That's great, Sam. I'm...I'm happy for you," Kurt smiled.

"I didn't know it was possible to fall in love this quickly. But it really is. I can't wait to marry him."

Kurt nodded slightly, "What's his name?"

"Matt Ruthel," Sam replied, "I guess this gives you hope, huh?"

"Um, yeah I guess."

oxoxoxo

"Stop it, you look perfect," Kurt smiled, smoothing down Blaine's shirt where he'd been readjusting it for the last five minutes.

Blaine let out a shaky breath, "What if he hates me?"

"That's impossible. You're too sweet. Just be yourself," Kurt smiled softly and rested his head on Blaine's shoulder. They were stood in Kurt's wardrobe looking into the full length mirror. Kurt was standing behind Blaine and he couldn't help but smile at Blaine's reflection.

"You always wear this color blue," He noticed, his hands smoothing over the shirt's shoulders and down Blaine's strong arms.

"It's my favorite color," Blaine replied, melting into the comforting touch.

"Why's that?" Kurt wondered.

"It reminds me of your eyes," Blaine admitted, a small blush appearing over his cheeks.

"Blaine...Stop," Kurt shook his head, "How are you even possible?"

Blaine sounded nervous as he asked, "W-What do you mean?"

"Every time I think you can't get any more sweet and perfect you prove me wrong," Kurt smiled fondly.

Blaine blushed and laughed, "Well I try," He joked

"You succeed," Kurt giggled, "I love you."

"I love you too," Blaine turned around and pressed a small kiss to Kurt's lips. Just because he could.

Kurt smiled and the gesture, "You ready to go?"

"No."

Kurt frowned, "Blaine come on, for me? Please sweetie?"

"I'm terrified," Blaine uttered, feeling his heart beat manically in his chest.

"I'll make it up to you next time we're alone," Kurt bribed, tracing his index finger teasingly down the center of Blaine's chest.

Blaine pouted, "That's not fair."

Kurt smiled, "So, please?"

"Okay, let's go," Blaine agreed in a small sigh.

oxoxo

"Blaine, can I talk to you alone for a second?"

"Um, of course Sir," Blaine threw Kurt a terrified glance as he got up and followed the King out of the room.

Burt lead Blaine into a small office that the Slave had never been in before. The king lent against the desk while Blaine stood stiff as a board by the door, his eyes glued to his shoes.

"Don't look so tense," Burt laughed and Blaine raised his head a little.

"Have I done something I shouldn't have Sir?" Blaine asked, surprised that this voice remained level.

"No, not at all," Burt shook his head even though Blaine still refused to look at him, "Quiet the opposite."

Blaine remained silent and Burt let out the smallest of sighs.

"Kurt's always tried to convince me that Slaves are just people like me and him. And of course I know that, I always thought beating them was wrong and I would never permit it in my palace," The King spoke, "But Kurt is just so passionate. Not just about this but everything. He's an amazing kid."

"He is," Blaine agreed quietly.

"I don't have a lot of time, and I can't spend as much time with him as I'd like," Burt said, a hint of sourness to his voice, "So it's good he has you."

"Has me, Sir?"

"Yeah. I'm pretty sure Kurt wanted us to all eat together to see if I approve of you, and I do. You're very sweet and polite and I don't have a problem with Kurt hanging out with you at all. I can see that you two really care about each other and it's good that Kurt has someone to talk to."

Blaine nodded silently.

"Now obviously you and Kurt aren't meant to be friends, but as long as you don't hurt my boy and keep him happy then I'm not going to to anything to stop it," Burt revealed, "Just try not to flaunt it everywhere, if the governors find out I'll get another lecture."

"Of course, Sir. Thank-you," Blaine nodded slightly.

"If it was up to me Kurt could be friends with whoever he wants and marry whoever he wants. I hate that he's under the same leash as me."

"What do you mean Sir?"

"I had to fight for a month so Kurt could marry another man. People think I can do whatever I want but it's not true. This kingdom has been following a set of rules for hundreds of years, it's hard to convince them to change it," Burt explained, "But it just makes me feel like a bad Dad when I have to force him to get married."

"You're not a bad father, Sir. The Prince is very lucky," Blaine smiled slightly.

"And you're a good kid, Kurt's lucky to have you looking out for him."

"I'm the lucky one," Blaine disagreed.

Burt smiled and tilted his head to the side, "Now, I think we've left Kurt alone long enough to eat all the dessert don't you?"

Blaine couldn't stop the small laugh that left his lips, "Yes Sir."

oxoxoxo

"I think he really likes you, what did he pull you out of the room for?" Kurt asked, pulling his shirt up over his head.

"To tell me that it's okay for us to be friends as long as we don't shove it in everyone's faces," Blaine shrugged, settling himself at the top of their bed.

"Well that's good right?"

"Of course, but he seemed kind of hesitant," Blaine replied, "He's worried about the governors finding out."

"They won't," Kurt replied firmly.

"Kurt, he's not going to approve of us," Blaine bit his lip, "He's an amazing man, and an amazing Dad. But he knows how risky it is for us to just be friends. I don't think we should tell him, I'm fine just being with you like this. It's not like anything's going to change, most of the suitors are stuck up assholes so I don't have to worry about you being stolen away from me."

Kurt froze and turned around, quickly tugging on his pajama shirt, "Look, Blaine. I need to tell you something, something I should have told you as soon as I found out. But I didn't want to hurt you."

Blaine watch Kurt look back at him with sad and terrified eyes, making the Slave's palm sweat and his heart rate pick up. He bit his lip for a second before he asked, "What's going on?"