"Kurt, Kurt?"

Kurt moaned, pulling his cover further up over his head, "What?"

"Happy Birthday."

Kurt moaned again, "It's too early for birthdays," He muttered.

Kate let out a little sigh, "Come on, you could at least at a little excited...your Dad's left a surprise for you."

"Left one?" Kurt repeated, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "As in he's not here?"

"Ah...no, not right now but he told be to wish you a 'Happy Birthday' from him and that he'd be back to have a Birthday dinner with you later," Kate explained.

Kurt sighed a little, "What more would I expect?" he asked himself, "I'll be down in like...twenty minutes okay?"

"Meet me in the main drawing room," Kate nodded before she left.

OXOXOXOXOXO

Blaine's heart was going crazy. His palms were sweating. His mouth of dry. This was it. Kate's words still echoed around his head.

"I'll just go and get him, stand up straight and look smart, you want to make a good first impression."

First impression, the first impression he was going to give his new owner. The prince, the prince of the kingdom, how the hell did he even end up here? His old owner must have sold him incredibly cheap for the palace to take him. What if the Price was even worse then his previous owner? What if the Prince decided he wasn't a good enough slave and threw him out onto the street?

He hadn't really had a chance to speak to many of the other slaves that worked here, they were all ushered quickly back of to work after they'd eaten, but he had gotten the bed by the window, which was always a plus.

He was standing next to a ridiculously large pile of presents in one of the drawing rooms of the palace, he swallowed thickly and ran his hand through his messy curls as he tried to tame them a bit, at least he was clean (he'd been able to have to a shower for when the Prince met him.) He took a deep breath and stood as tall as he could, trying to look obedient...how the hell do you look obedient?

Kate walked back through the door and his heart stopped...but no-one followed her, "He'll be down soon." He informed him, throwing herself down into one of the seats with a little sigh and picking up a magazine that was lying on the coffee table.

OXOXOXOXO

Kurt hummed a little as he walked down to the Main drawing room, maybe if he acted happy...he would become happy...yeah okay, not likely. Now he had a whole dinner of his father telling him should be married by now. Kurt knew that. He also didn't care.

"Happy Birthday your Majesty," and "Happy Birthday Sir," echoed around him as he walked down the busy halls of the palace, Kurt thanked and smiled back at everyone, if Kurt Hummel could do anything, he could act.

He made his way around the corner and walked into the drawing room with a large sigh leaving his lips, "Hey Kate I...Oh."

Kurt froze, on the floor in front of the non-lit fire place was the usual stack of way to many presents that Kurt greatly disapproved of, why should he get any more presents then anyone else? But not only that, there was a boy standing beside them. As soon as Kurt walked into the room the boy dropped to his knees harshly with an echoing crack on the hard wooden floor beneath that made Kurt wince. The boy knelt with his head down and his hands rested lightly on his thighs, his sea green wings were folded neatly behind him and his hands and feet were held together with harsh metal chains that Kurt winced at the sight of.

"Who's this?" Kurt asked curiously.

"One of the gifts from your farther," Kate explained dumping the magazine she was wearing, "He thought it was about time you got your own slave."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, "Really?" He glanced at the boy again, he was still on his knees looking down at the floor.

"Yeah, he's all yours, now are you okay in here without me? I need to go and sort out..."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks Kate," Kurt grinned, maybe this birthday would be a little bit better then expected. His slave, he had his own slave that he could do whatever he wanted with and neither his Dad or Kate could do a thing to stop him. This was brilliant.

"Just don't do anything stupid with him," Kate sighed, "And if your not happy with him then we can just get rid of him and get you another."

The boy winced greatly and his small frame started shaking, Kurt frowned, "Don't be silly," He shook his head, "He's not going anywhere."

The boy seemed to relax just a tiny bit.

"Well I'll leave you to get acquainted with him and Kurt, I mean it, don't do anything stupid," Kate told him firmly before disappearing out of the entrance.

Kurt rolled his eyes a little before looking back at the boy, "Hey there."

He didn't raise his head or open his mouth.

"So here's the first rule," Kurt said softly, kneeling down in front of him, frowning a little when the boy winced, "You know when I walked in and you fell to your knees? I don't really like it when people do that so it would be great if you could try and remember not to, okay?"

The boy nodded furiously but kept his eyes on the floor.

"Did you hurt your knees? This floor is pretty hard," Kurt frowned a little and reached out to touch the boys shoulder but he winced away from him and shook his head.

Kurt sighed a little, "What's your name?"

"Blaine, Your Majesty."

The boys voice was shaking terribly.

"Relax Blaine, you don't need to be nervous," Kurt said softly. Blaine kept his head down.

"I'm sorry, your majesty," Blaine apologized, trying to keep his voice steady.

"It's not a problem," Kurt sighed a little, all he's seen of his slave so far was a small shaking frame and a thick black mop of curly hair, "Do I get to see your face?"

The boy looked up with an unsure expression.

OXOXOXOXO

Blaine looked up, at the Prince through his lashes, his breath caught in his throat.

Oh my God he's freaking glorious, are you kidding me? How are you even possible?

The Princes full pink lips made a perfect 'O' shape and his crystal blue eyes widened slightly as he whispered one word, "Oh."

Oh. that was is, what that a good oh? A bad oh? A bad one, of course he was, this man was perfect he was probably used to hanging around other beautiful people as well.

The prince gave Blaine a beautiful smile that made Blaine's heart beat a little quicker, "That's better."

Blaine dropped his head again with a blush on his cheeks and bit his lip.

"Come on, stand up," The prince climbed to his feet before holding his hand out for Blaine to take.

Blaine's hand was shaking when he took it, before he remembered he'd been told not to be nervous and tried to still it.

OXOXOXOXO

This boy was so cute, Kurt just wanted to pull him close and cuddle him forever...maybe after he'd been given from decent clothes.

"Come on, lets get you some proper clothes."

Blaine nodded, "Yes Sir."

"Call me Kurt okay?"

"Wh...?Sir it's..."

"Against the Kingdoms rules I know," Kurt sighed a little and nodded, "I know, I just...I hate it when people call me that."

Blaine's head stayed down.

"Come on, follow me," Kurt walked forward a little, making a grab for his hand but he flinched away in alarm so Kurt walked forward instead and Blaine followed close behind him, so quietly that Kurt kept looking behind him to check he was still there.

OXOXOXOXO

The prince lead Blaine through the halls, he was humming something. Blaine couldn't help but look up at the man in front of him. He seemed to be skinny but muscular at the same time, like he didn't eat enough for the amount of exercise that he attempted. The Prince was wearing a black skin-tight shirt and Blaine could see his muscles ripping as he swung his arms back and forth in time to his steps and the tune he was humming. He walked with a grace with his head held high, but his shoulders were slightly hunched forward as though he wasn't really as confident as he was making out.

His wings were fluttering gracefully and were a beautiful shimmering blue, that same color as his eyes. And exactly the same as his mothers.

Kurt's mother, Queen Elizabeth Hummel, was the most popular and loved Queen throughout all of the Kingdoms of the fairy sector. She was stunningly beautiful and kind, and one with the people. Everyone in the Kingdom at that time had met her at least once and if they saw her again, she would always remember them from before.

Kurt lead him up a grand staircase and no wonder Kurt was in such good shape if he had to walk up and down these steps everyday, the stairs were made of sliver marble just like the floor of the halls, but there was a lush black carpet covering them that felt heavenly under Blaine's bare feet.

"Urgh, ignore those pictures," Kurt called behind him suddenly, "They're so embarrassing."

Blaine frowned a little, trying to gather what The Prince meant before he noticed that on the wall beside him were photos of Kurt in various stages of his childhood. Starting with a beautiful baby wrapped in silk cloth with stunningly beautiful eyes and skin, and getting older to a toddler who was frowning at the camera as he was dressed as an angel in the school play, even though Kurt didn't seem very happy with his costume choice, Blaine decided that it couldn't be more right. Kurt couldn't look more like an angel if he tried. There was a picture of Kurt grinning a huge toothy grin at the camera with his left front tooth missing and a bright pink plastic cup in his hand, one where he was riding a bike with stabilizers and one without, there was one where his was wearing what Blaine guessed must have been his first official crown (you got that on your tenth birthday) and a few others that Blaine failed not to smile at. This pictures made Kurt an actual person, not just the Prince.

They came to the stop of top of the stairs and Kurt beckoned Blaine forward, they took so many turns that Blaine lost count and he prayed to God that Kurt wasn't going to ask him to go anywhere on his own because he knew he would get completely lost, and getting a beating on the first day he was officially working for Kurt was not going to give the best impression.

"In here," Kurt stopped suddenly in front of a large brown oak door and pushed it open.

Inside was obviously Kurt's room and Blaine instantly felt out of place, he shouldn't be here. Kurt walked into the middle of the room with a little sigh but Blaine hung back in the doorway looking uncomfortable.

Kurt turned and smiled, "You can come in you know, I don't bite."

Blaine blushed red and nodded walking into the room a few steps, the carpet below his feet was a pale creamy white and the walls were a sort of shimmery Grey/back that changed in different light. There was a huge deep purple flower-petal that acted as a bed, that was covered with a black comforter and huge padded pillows, some of which were white while others were the same color as the wall.

One side of the wall was made completely of glass and had the most perfect view of the garden. Kurt made his way over to the window and waved at someone who was working in the garden before turning back to Blaine, "So, let see what clothing we can sort out for you."