"Hey, I've been waiting for you."

"Oh, yeah...Sorry, it took longer then I thought," Kurt shrugged, beginning to pull off his clothes.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine," Kurt stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, folding his clothes neatly.

"No you're not, what's wrong?"

"It's...stupid, don't worry," Kurt disappeared into the bathroom.

Blaine bit his lip, glaring down at his leg in annoyance, "Kurt...Damn it, I can't follow you in there."

"I know."

"Why won't you tell me?" Blaine pouted, hearing Kurt turn on the tap and splash his face with water before he started moisturizing.

"It's stupid, I'm being stupid," Kurt repeated.

"Kurt if it's upsetting you I want to know so I can fix it," Blaine replied.

Kurt didn't reply until he left the bathroom, shutting off the light and walking over to close the drapes and block out the night.

"Come hug me," Blaine ordered with a pout.

Kurt sighed dramatically with a smile at Blaine "I guess, considering Kate interrupted last time."

Blaine nodded in agreement, holding his hand out and making grabby movements in Kurt's direction.

Kurt smiled fondly at the gesture and was soon sliding over to the bed and slipping into the space right where he belonged. Curled up comfortable against Blaine's side.

"Now then," Blaine said, getting down to business, "What's bothering you Sweetie?"

Kurt sighed loudly, "It's just one of the boys down there...he's was saying all this stuff."

"About what?"

"Me. That I'm going to be a rubbish ruler and things like that," Kurt shrugged.

Blaine frowned, "What an asshole. Kick him out, you don't have to give him somewhere to live."

"I can't," Kurt shook his head, "I'd feel terrible."

"But he's making you feel terrible now."

Kurt sighed, pressing kisses to Blaine's chest through his shirt, "Have you noticed that Kate's...changed?"

"Hey, don't try and change the subject Mister," Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulder, "...But yeah, she's a lot easier to talk to."

"Hm," Kurt nodded in agreement, "I wonder why..."

"I don't know, ask her. Oh and when you do you can tell her to kick this guy out as well," Blaine hinted.

"I'm not kicking him out, he's got nowhere else to go," Kurt said firmly.

"What's his name?" Blaine asked.

"Hunter," Kurt told him.

"When I'm better I'm going to kick his ass."

"No you won't. Violence is never okay Blaine, I thought you of all people would know that," Kurt grumbled.

"I didn't...I just mean...Kurt, no one has the right to make you feel less then a King. But you're right, I would never actually hurt him," Blaine agreed.

"I'm already so scared about this," Kurt sighed, "I don't want to be King, I don't handle pressure well."

"Stop, Kurt. You're going to be amazing, and perfect and everyone's going to love you."

"But my Mom..."

"Stop comparing yourself to her."

"I have to! It's my fault she's not here, I have to replace her, it's the least I can do. And here I am breaking all the laws to be with you. She never would have never done that, she would have done whatever was best for the Kingdom," Kurt stood up and ran a hand through his hair, "I suck."

"Kurt, no..."

"Shut-up," Kurt snapped, "You don't' know, you're just a slave. A Slave that I'm risking everything for!"

Blaine blinked, shrinking back into mattress, "Right."

Kurt froze for a second before he shook his head, "Crap, Blaine. I'm so sorry."

Blaine shrugged, looking away.

"No, no, no," Kurt walked over the bed the straddled Blaine's hips, "Come on, Blaine know you you're my whole life. Okay?"

Blaine nodded, still looking away.

Kurt cupped his face, turning his head so Blaine had no choice but to look at him. The Prince's heart sank at the tears running down his cheeks.

"Blaine," He mumbled, brushing the salty drops away with his thumbs, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that. I love you so much, I'd risk everything over and over again to be with you. I need you."

Blaine bit his lip, "I love you too."

"You're my everything, okay? I love you, I love you so much. I just cave under pressure, I don't mean to take it out on you," Kurt covered Blaine's face in kisses.

Blaine smiled softly, his eyes still a little watery, "It's fine, I know."

"It's not fine," Kurt shook his head, "I don't know what I'd do without you...What I'm going to do without you."

Blaine sighed as Kurt wiped his eyes again tenderly.

"Can I kiss you?"

Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "Why are you asking? Of course you can."

"I didn't know if you were upset with me," Kurt explained, brushing his nose back and forth against Blaine's.

"I'm never going to not want to kiss you," Blaine smiled softly, "I love you so much."

"I love you more," Kurt smiled, kissing the very corner of Blaine's mouth.

"Hm, not possible," Blaine grinned, "And I'm not upset, I know how much stress and pressure you're under."

"But I shouldn't take it out on you. All you do is help me," Kurt frowned, "I don't deserve you."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Shut up and kiss me."

"I really am sorry, baby," Kurt whispered.

"I know," Blaine smiled back softly, his good hand locking in Kurt's hair and pushing Kurt's head forward gently, puckering his lips at the same time.

Kurt giggled, "You're so cute," He commented before he pressed his lips to Blaine's.

Blaine let out a little happy hum and his fingers tightened in Kurt's hair, holding him in place and refusing to let Kurt move when he turned to pull away.

"Mmm, Blaine," Kurt gave a muffled laugh against the boy's lips before kissing him again, nipping gently at his lips and smiling back as he felt Blaine's lips turn up in a grin against his own.

When Blaine finally let them pull apart both were breathing a little heavier even though their kiss was tender and soft.

"I'm so in love with you," Kurt whispered, pressing his forehead against Blaine's

Blaine's grin was so large Kurt was sure he was going to brake his jaw, "I don't think I can be even more in love with you."

OXOXOXO

"Hey Dad."

"Kurt! Son, how are you?"

Kurt blinked a few times at his fathers bubbling excitement, it was like he had suddenly become ten years younger. Whenever Kate sent the Prince down to his Dad's office it was very rarely good news. So his Dad was either trying to sugar something terrible or he actually had good news; knowing Kurt's luck it was the first option.

"I'm good, how are you?" He asked, still standing in the doorway and eying his father suspiciously where he lent causally against his crowded desk.

"I'm great. So...Is there something to wanted to tell me?" Burt asked.

Kurt bit his lip, "Um...No, I don't think so."

"Really? Not something that might effect the kingdom in anyway?"

Holy crap he knew, he knew. He knew about Blaine, "D-Dad, it never..."

"So when are you going to say yes?"

"Wait...Huh?" Kurt asked, his face creasing in confusion.

"To Sky?" Burt grinned, "When are you going to say yes to his proposal?"

Oh. "Um...I don't-," Kurt stuttered.

"Well the sooner the better. We have a wedding to organize. I'm so happy you found someone Kurt, you have no idea. So soon as I saw you two together at the dance I knew he was somethings special to you. I could see it in your face," Burt rambled, standing up straighter and walking around to sit behind his desk.

"Er, right."

"So...When? Should I invite him over tomorrow?" Burt asked.

Kurt gulped. God he hadn't seen his Dad this happy in so long. He couldn't just snatch it all way from him, he just couldn't. Blaine had been pretty insistent on him saying yes as well; and Sky was a sweet guy.

"Um...No, no not tomorrow. The day after," Kurt told him.

"Why not tomorrow?" Burt asked, raising an eyebrow.

Because I want one more full day with Blaine, "I wanna buy a new outfit."

Burt rolled his eyes, "You and clothes...," He trailed off, "Okay, fine."

Kurt nodded, turning to leave.

"Hey Kiddo?"

Kurt paused, "Yeah?"

"I'm so happy about this."

Kurt gulped, turning away, "Me too," He said before he left.

OXOXOXO

"What did he wan-Oh," Blaine laughed slightly as he received an arm full of his boyfriend, quickly responding and hugging him back tightly.

"I love you so fucking much," Kurt mumbled into his shoulder.

Blaine's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "I love you too. Honey, are you okay?"

"No...Yes....I'm getting married," Kurt was shaking the smallest amount as he hid in Blaine's neck; away from the world.

"Um...Okay. When did you decided to...?"

"I didn't."

"Kurt, um. You're going to have to explains things to me a little here," Blaine laughed nervously, rubbing his hand up and down the center of Kurt's back in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

"Dad knows about the proposal," Kurt replied, his voice still a little muffled by the warm skin of Blaine's neck, "He called me into the office to ask when I was going to accept."

"What did you say?"

"Two days. I want to spend one more day with you before anything changes," Kurt explained, his fingers knotting in Blaine's shirt like he was never going to let go.

"You didn't have to say you would," Blaine whispered, holding Kurt as close as he possibly could.

"Yes I did. He was so happy Blaine, I couldn't just take that away from him."

Blaine let out a small sigh, "When are you going to think of yourself?"

Kurt shrugged in Blaine's hold.

"It's going to be okay. It's all going to be okay," Blaine whispered.

Kurt sighed loudly into Blaine's shoulder and Blaine shivered as the hot breath hit his sensitive skin, "There was so much more I wanted to do with you."

"Well...we can do as much as that stuff as possible," Blaine bit his lip.

"Your leg though, and your hand," Kurt pulled away and pouted.

"We'll find a way," Blaine promised, "What kind of thing did you have in mind?"

Kurt's cheeks turned scarlet, "Just...stuff."

"Like...?" Blaine hinted, noticing the blush curiously.

"Like...physical stuff," Kurt choked on his words, his cheeks heating up even more.

Blaine's brow turned down in confusion his expression changed to understanding and then embarrassment, "Oh, right. Yeah that could be a pain," He looked down at his bandaged limbs, "I'm, er...Sorry for the inconvenience."

Kurt laughed, "It's not your fault."

"Not yours either," Blaine shrugged.

"Well...it is a little bit," Kurt went a little pale.

"No. It's not at all," Blaine replied firmly, his good hand cupping gently at the base of Kurt's neck.

"How much longer until we can get rid of these anyway?" Kurt asked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's bandaged hand.

"I'm not sure. A little while yet I think. A week or two," Blaine shrugged lightly.

Kurt frowned, "I hate seeing you like this."

"I'm fine," Blaine smiled, "Just a little bored when you're not here."

"Are you okay? With me...getting married?" Kurt asked, kissing Blaine's forehead.

Blaine nodded, "Yes. Are you?"

"I'm not sure yet," Kurt replied honestly.

"It's going to be fine."