Kurt smiled softly as Blaine babbled to him about the book's he'd found in the library while searching for the book of magic that could help them. It had been a week and he'd still had no luck in finding it, even though Kurt had reassured him that he'd saved it from the fire before. The slave searched whenever he had free time, when he waited for Kurt to get his beauty sleep (although Blaine argued that he couldn't get anymore beautiful if he tried.) When Kurt was out meeting new suitors (he still hadn't found anyone that he was remotely happy to marry.)

But he was still spending as much time as possible with Kurt. They spent every opportunity they had to cuddle up on Kurt's bed, wrapping their arms around each other until they possibly couldn't be any closer and staring into each others eyes; whispering sweet nothings from their heats until they felt drunk and giddy with love and affection. They also found themselves going to the human world for a few hours every day so they could curl up on the yellow love seat and plan what their lives could be like if they were just two normal townsfolk who fell in love.

The week went far too quickly. Before Kurt knew it he only have seven days left to be with the love of his life, while trying to find a Prince to marry who doesn't make him want to hump of a cliff. Recently his mind had been all over the place, like right now Blaine was telling him excitedly what he found out about the Pixie Rebellion as they lay in bed, their arms and legs entwined. But Kurt barley took in a word of Blaine's passionate ramble from the history book he'd found. All he could think about was the fact that in seven days, 168 hours, he'd never be able to hold Blaine in his arms like this again.

"I just love history," Blaine finished, "It's fascinating."

Kurt nodded in agreement, his hand tracing down Blaine's arm through his blue sweater, "I love you."

He told Blaine that has often as possible, more then was probably normal in the space of a day. But the Prince couldn't help but feel that he was running out of time to say it.

"I love you too," Blaine replied, smiling gently.

"I'm gonna miss you," Kurt sighed, "I'm going to spend the rest of my life thinking about you and loving you."

"Sh," Blaine frowned slightly, "It's not going to be as bad as you think. He's going to move into this Palace right? And I'm still your personal Slave. We can be friends."

"You're right. I know it's not like I'll never see you again. But...I just can't imagine being with anyone other then you," Kurt replied quietly.

"Stop thinking like that, or you'll never pick a suitor," Blaine pointed out.

"But all I see is you," Kurt whispered, letting his eyes fall closed.

Blaine let out a sigh, "I wish I could find that stupid book."

"We're running out of time, it's over a thousand pages long," Kurt told him, "It's going to take so long to look through and we don't even know if there's something in there that will help us."

"It's worth a try."

"Yeah, but everything is at this point."

"Kurt?" A light knock sounded at the door.

The Prince blinked and suddenly Blaine was on the other side of the room. How did he move that fast? Kurt sat up to blow Blaine a kiss and smiled when the Slave caught it and pressed it to his heart.

"Yeah?" Kurt called.

Kate opened the door and frowned. Okay, so maybe Kurt sitting on the bed and Blaine begin pressed against the wall as far away from his as possible looked a little bit suspicious.

"You're Dad wants to see you," Kate told him, looking between the two boys and narrowing her eyes, "What are you two doing up here?"

Kurt shrugged, trying to act relaxed, "Just chatting," He changed the subject, "Do you know what my Dad wants?"

"Not really, something about a ball," Kate busied herself with scribbling something on the corner of her clipboard.

"A ball?" Kurt repeated.

"Like a dance. Hurry up he's waiting in his office," Kate ordered, "I don't have time for chit-chat."

Kurt took in a small breath, he promised himself he'd be nicer to her, "Okay, thanks Kate."

"I'll go to the library for a while," Blaine offered.

Kurt nodded and Kate left, leaving Kurt and Blaine only in the room. Kurt got up and pressed a chaste kiss to Blaine's cheek before they left the room in different directions.

oxoxoxo

Kurt's Dad was leaning causally against his desk, obviously waiting for his son's arrival.

"Um, Hey Dad,"

"Kiddo, I have an idea that I want to run by you," Burt folded his arms across his chest and smiled.

"Does that mean I get an say in the end decision?" Kurt asked carefully.

"Well...No, not exactly," Burt frowned, "But I thought it was a good idea when the governors suggested it."

"Okay then. What's going on?"

"I'm sure you're aware that you're running out of time to pick a suitor, and so they suggested that we hold a dance where you can meet lots of suitors at once," Burt watched his son carefully.

"That doesn't sound like a terrible idea," Kurt allowed.

"But it won't just be for that. Considering most of the kingdom doesn't even know what you look like because you never want to attended any functions, anyone will be allowed to attend. This way we can introduce the people to their future king."

Kurt's face fell, "Dad..."

"You won't have to do anything extra because they're there. Well...giving them a wave and smile wouldn't hurt."

"I don't...Can I dance and stuff with them too?"

"I don't see why not. Your Mom used to."

Both of them froze for a second. They hardy ever talked of Kurt's mother.

"But you'll be able to tell who's a suitor and who's not easy enough. Just look for the more extravagant clothing, and of course the crown."

"Can I buy a new outfit?" Kurt asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"Of course."

"Then okay, I'll go without a fuss," He agreed.

oxoxo

"Maybe you can come and we can dance," Kurt joked, "I'd like to see the look on people's face then."

"I am coming," Blaine replied, following Kurt around the store as he searched for a new outfit.

"What?" Kurt spun around and stared at Blaine.

"I'm working that night. All the Slaves are," Blaine shrugged slightly, "Just serving drinks and food and stuff."

"I'm going to be looking for a husband while you're severing me drinks?" Kurt screwed up his nose.

"Don't worry about it, I'll stay out of your way," Blaine promised with a small smile.

"Wh-No, I don't want you to...Unless you don't want to see me..."

"Sh, It's fine Sir," Blaine smiled and nodded, "Just have fun."

Kurt sighed, "But it's not fair on you."

"I'll be with Kathy. Honestly, it's okay," Blaine reassured him.

"Just...remember how much I love you," Kurt told him seriously.

"Sh," Blaine hissed, looking left and right for the owner. A small, plump man who had the tendency to pop out of no where when you least expected it.

Kurt sighed, turning around and looking through some shirt's, "What about this?"

Blaine bit his lip, lowering his voice, "Kurt you know I think you look breathtaking no matter what you're wearing."

Kurt's cheeks heated to a bright red, "You're too sweet. But I'm actually really nervous about this, can you help me?"

Blaine smiled, "Of course. I'm so used to you dressing me, it might be fun to have it the other way around.

The two spent the afternoon trying on clothes and kissing in the changing booth. In the end Kurt chose a simple and elegant black suit with a lime green, silk tie that brought out the flicks of green in his blue eyes. The suit had a silver pattern of beautiful swirls on the each pocket that were located either side of Kurt's chest, the pattern was also along the collar and at the base of the sleeves of the jacket. It was, of course, made of the finest material and felt almost like velvet under Kurt's fingers. His slacks were completely plain and just tight enough to show of the Prince's slender hips and never-ending legs without being over the top.

"You look so beautiful," Blaine smiled as Kurt gave him a little twirl in the changing room.

Kurt brushed of the white shirt he was wearing under the jacket and nodded, "I think I'll take it."

"The suitors aren't going to be able to take their hands off you," Blaine commented, his eyes raking Kurt's appearance.

Kurt blushed and laughed awkwardly at the attention, "What about the people of the kingdom though? I think I'm more scared about them seeing me for the first time. I'm going to have to rule these people in the future, I don't wan them to hate me."

"You'll blow them away Kurt, I promise."

oxoxoxo

Kurt let out a long breath and collapsed on his bed, raking a hand through his hair. He'd seen three suitors this morning which were all as bad as each other, shown his Dad the outfit for the ball and had to attend a dance lesson which he was freaking out about. He'd never danced with anyone before, and now he had to do it in front of the whole kingdom. He was going to trip and make a fool out of himself he just knew it.

"KURT!"

Kurt sat up so fast his head span, Blaine slammed the door behind him and ran towards the bed.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No, no I'm fine. Kurt I found it!" Blaine squealed.

It was then Kurt realized that the shorter boy was hugging something tightly to his chest.

"Found what?"

"The book," Blaine dumped the object in his hands onto the bed in front of Kurt. It was old and battered, the front over was made of leather and was hanging off the spine. It was dusty and worn but Kurt could make out, 'Book of enchantments and spells-Beginner to advanced.' Along with a few strangle curving signs running along the sides. But it was so thick, so many pages of complicated spells.

"That's amazing, Blaine. Well done," Kurt smiled running his hand over the dusty cover.

"I know I...Hey, are you okay?" Blaine frowned, cupping the Prince's face gently.

"M' fine Blaine, just a little stressed out," Kurt nodded.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked, pushing the book out of the side so he could sit in front of Kurt.

"It's nothing. I'm fine," Kurt forced a smile.

Blaine sighed, "Come on, talk to me. What's going on?"

"You'll think it's silly," Kurt chuckled, looking away.

"No I won't. Not if it's making you unhappy," Blaine shook his head, "I promise."

"It's just..." Kurt stopped and sighed, "It's just that I have to learn to dance and I'm scared of making a fool out of myself in front of everyone."

"Aw Baby, I'm sure you'll be amazing. Just practice a little more if you're worried."

Kurt shook his head, "I can't. I had a class today but the women said she won't have time to practice with me everyday and I'll have to do it myself. But I don't know how I can."

Blaine frowned slightly, biting his bottom lip before suddenly he was on his feet, "Come on."

"W-What?" Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.

"We're going to practice together," Blaine announced, holding his arms open.

Kurt smiled, slipping off the bed and watching as Blaine bowed at him.

"May I have this dance?" Blaine held out his hand, quirking his head to the side inquisitively.

Kurt blushed and giggled nervously, looking a little shocked, "Yes, yes you may."

Blaine threaded his fingers through Kurt's and wrapped his other around the Prince's waist, pulling him close and humming lightly under his breath as he started twirling Kurt around the room.

"You can dance?" Kurt asked, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"Um...No, I'm just kinda making this up," Blaine laughed nervously.

Kurt laughed in Blaine's ear, "I don't know if this is really helping me. But that thank-you."

"You know I'll always do anything for you," Blaine replied softly.

"How about I teach you what I can remember and then we can go over it together a few times?" Kurt suggested.

"Deal," Blaine pulled away and smiled at Kurt, "I love you."

"I love you too," Kurt smiled back, running a hand through Blaine's curls.

oxoxoxo

"Hey, I'm the Slave. I should get you drinks," Blaine raised an eyebrow as Kurt set a glass down in front of him the next day.

Kurt shrugged a little and sat down in the seat next to Blaine where he was pouring through the spell book, "Any luck?"

"Hm, no. Not exactly," Blaine screwed up his nose, "There's some pretty awesome stuff in here, but nothing that can help us."

Kurt groaned lightly, melting further into the chair and yawning.

"Tired?"

"I had dance lessons all morning and now I'm all achy," Kurt pouted.

Blaine giggled lightly, "Really? But you're so fit...I mean in shape," He added, cheeks coloring.

Kurt laughed back at him, "Hm, I think it's you. Making me soft from all that cuddling."

Blaine snorted, "I never forced you."

"I never said that you did," Kurt smiled, resting his head on Blaine's shoulder, "Hm, M' gonna miss your hugs."

"Friends hug. Me and Kathy hug all the time," Blaine pointed out.

Kurt gave an exaggerated gasp, his eyes widening, "Have you been giving out your hugs to other people?"

Blaine nodded, "Yep. And you have to love me in return, I give them to other people for free."

"Well that's not fair at all," Kurt hummed, turning his head and pressing a kiss to the column of Blaine's neck.

"But they don't get my heart like you do," Blaine murmured, resting his head on top of Kurt's.

Kurt smiled softly, "I guess that makes it even then."

"Definitely," Blaine agreed, sighing and lifting his head so he could continue looking through the book.

Kurt was silent for a second before he let out a grunt as he forced his tired body out of the seat, "I have to go."

"What? Why?" Blaine frowned.

"Meeting another suitor," Kurt explained.

"But you met three yesterday!" Blaine grumbled, "I haven't seen you at all today."

"I know, I'm so sorry," Kurt apologized, "I'll see you tonight though, okay?"

Blaine sighed, "It's not your fault. I love you."

"I love you too."