Blaine gulped heavily, "I don't....I don't know, just anything with you."

Kurt smiled softly and kneeled on the edge of the bed by Blaine's side, brushing the curls back from his forehead, "This is going to be a happy day okay?"

Blaine nodded, "Okay," He whispered, whimpering quietly and reaching out when Kurt walked away from him, "No..."

"Hey, shh," Kurt blocked the door again with the chair, "It's all going to be fine. I'm not going anywhere without you today."

Blaine sighed loudly, "I hate this," He growled, gesturing to his leg.

"Not your fault sweetie," Kurt shook his head, walking back to the bed and sitting next to Blaine.

"It sucks."

"Yeah, it does," Kurt agreed, lacing his and Blaine's hands together.

"I'm bored of just laying here, hardly moving. I'm going crazy," Blaine complained, hiding his face in the pillow.

Kurt bit his lip, rubbing his thumb back and forth comfortingly over Blaine's hand, "Are you allowed to fly yet?"

"No, my balance would be too effected," Blaine shook his head, "I wouldn't have any control."

Kurt was quiet for a second behind he hopped off the bed, making Blaine jump at the sudden movement, "Right."

Blaine stared after him, "Right what?"

"Right, this is what we're going to do. I'll be right back," Kurt told him, disappearing off into the bathroom before Blaine could protest.

Blaine sighed and sunk back into the bed, waiting impatiently for Kurt's return and playing with the edge of the comforter, trying not to think too hard about anything in particular. But that was really hard. Especially when he knew every second that ticked by was the day passing. A day that he never wanted to end.

Kurt emerged fully dressed with his hair fixed and a too-bright smile on his face, so Blaine knew that he was trying to hide how scared he was.

"You look beautiful," Blaine told him softly.

Kurt raised an eyebrow at him, "I'm not wearing anything special," He pointed out, glancing down at his black skinny jeans and overly-large purple sweatshirt.

"You're always beautiful," Blaine shrugged softly, enjoying the way Kurt's cheeks heated up at the complement. He loved being the one to cause Kurt to blush.

Kurt smiled and walked over to him, "You are too. Now, what to do you want to where today?"

"Does it matter? I'm not going anywhere," Blaine grumbled.

"Yes you are," Kurt walked over to a stack of neatly folded clothes that he'd brought for Blaine recently.

"I am?" Blaine sat up a little straighter, "Where?"

"Me and you are getting out of this kingdom and out of this world," Kurt told him, picking out a simple pair of jeans and a wooly sweater.

Blaine's eyebrows shot up, "The human world, how? I can't even walk."

"I'm gonna carry you," Kurt told him, "I'm fed up of you being stuck in here as well."

"Kurt...I...I don't know if...," Blaine blushed as Kurt brought the clothes back over to him.

"Don't know if what? I won't drop you," Kurt giggled lightly and pressed a kiss to Blaine's forehead.

"I know that, I just-I don't want to be carried. I'm not hopeless, I'm not," Blaine bit his lip.

"Hey, I know that. You don't need to feel embarrassed," Kurt smiled softly, "Especially in front of me."

"I know I just...Urgh, I feel so pathetic," Blaine whined.

"You're not pathetic, Blaine," Kurt said softly, "Would you think I was pathetic if the roles were switched?"

"No, of course not," Blaine shook his head and reached out for Kurt's hand that wasn't carrying the clothes and brought it to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the Prince's knuckles.

"Exactly," Kurt smiled and blushed at the gesture, "Is it okay if I help you get dressed?"

Blaine smiled, "Of course it is," he chuckled, "Maybe this has its perks too."

Kurt giggled and placed the clothes down the edge of the bed, moving up and straddling Blaine's lap lightly, "Hello my Prince," He mumbled, pressing his forehead against the Slave's.

Blaine blushed and looked back into Kurt's breathtakingly blue eyes, "Hi."

Kurt smiled and kissed the tip of Blaine's nose before he pulled back and held onto the hem of Blaine's sleep shirt, "May I?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and slipped his good arm out of the shirt, letting Kurt help him the bad. Once he was shirtless Kurt took the opportunity to press kisses along Blaine's collar bone and the tops of his arms, feeling Blaine shiver under the touch.

"You're so perfect," Kurt sighed, leaning back and tracing his index finger over the worst of Blaine's scars.

"Don't," Blaine shook his head, scrambling awkwardly to get away from the Prince's touch.

Kurt bit his lip, "What?"

"Don't touch them," Blaine screwed up his nose.

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, "Do they still hurt?"

"No," Blaine shook his head, "I just hate them."

"Blaine, I thought we went through this," Kurt frowned heavily, "You're beautiful."

"I still hate them though," Blaine grumbled, "Can...Can you put my shirt on please?"

Kurt hesitated for a second before he sighed, "Blaine I don't like them being there either, obviously. Not because they're...unattractive or whatever you think, but because they remind me of the fact they've been hurt before."

Blaine bit his lip, "I'm sorry, I wish they could just go away."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault Sweetheart, never think that," Kurt smiled at him, "I don't want you to hide them, or wish them away."

"W-Why not?" Blaine mumbled as Kurt started to help him get the sweater on.

"Because it's better to turn something bad into something good, then to just throw it away," Kurt told him, "So, turn them into something loved. They're beautiful, because they're a part of you, and you're beautiful."

Blaine blushed and smiled, "Kurt...," he shook his head.

Kurt tilted his head to the side, "What?"

"You're amazing, you're fantastic...You're going to the best king this kingdom as ever seen," Blaine said seriously.

Kurt laughed lightly, "Thank-you Sweetie."

"I really mean it."

Kurt bit his lip, "M' glad someone thinks so," He sighed.

"What are you talking about? So many people know that. Me, Kate, Kathy, Your dad, all the slaves here...Sky," Blaine added after a moment, wincing the smallest amount, "and you're Mom."

Kurt looked up, "My mom?"

"Definitely. She's watching over you, right now," Blaine told him knowingly, "She's going to be so proud of you."

Kurt gulped, tears forming in the corners of his eyes that he quickly blinked away.

"Kurt, never doubt yourself, not for one second," Blaine said softly, reaching out and squeezing the Prince's hand, "We all believe in you."

"Don't say that, that's so much pressure B," Kurt shuddered, "I just....I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"You won't. Just be you and it will be impossible for you to disappoint anyone," Blaine promised him.

Kurt smiled at him softly for a second, "Thank-you."

"Anytime," Blaine smiled back.

"Come on, the days slipping away from us," Kurt reached for the jean's he'd picked out, moving so he was able to access Blaine's sweatpants and blushing a little as he pulled them down, trying not to stare at Blaine's completely bare lower half.

He quickly pulled them down Blaine's legs, being carefully of the bandaged one, before he pulled a pair of underwear.

"Definitely as its perks," Blaine chuckled.

"Shut up," Kurt snorted, leaning down and pressing a kiss to each of Blaine's ankles, calves, knees, and finally his thighs before he pulled on Blaine's jeans and sat up, "Ready to go?"

"What about my hair?" Blaine asked, pouting as Kurt laughed and ruffled his curls fondly.

"I need to cut it again," he sighed, grabbing a brush off the side and neatening up the luscious curls as best he could with a soft smile around the corners of his lips.

"Okay, how about now?" Kurt asked.

"Let's go," Blaine nodded excitedly before he sighed, "I can't believe you're going to carry me."

"Come on, it'll be fun," Kurt laughed before slipped his arms under Blaine's back and beneath his knees, lifting him up into the air and giggling lightly when Blaine let out a yell and wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck.

"Bridal style? Really?" Blaine mused.

"You're my perfect Prince remember? It only fits," Kurt pointed out as he carried Blaine out of the room, launching himself into the air as they got to the hallway so he could fly them down the stair case and through the castle, luckily not bumping into anyone.

Blaine clung to Kurt tightly as the Prince's flew down hallways and staircases, smiling softly into his neck and occasionally pressing kisses to the pale skin with soft lips.

"Thank-you for my ride," Blaine smiled as they stopped just in front of the familiar tree.

"See, it wasn't so bad was it?" Kurt asked, setting Blaine down against the wall so he had something to lean against.

"I guess not," Blaine allowed, "But what now?"

"I didn't really think that much about this bit," Kurt admitted with a frown, "I don't want you to just get more hurt."

"I'll be fine," Blaine told him.

Kurt just continued to frown, looking back at Blaine, "You don't know that."

"I just let you carry me bridal style all the way through the castle, I'm not letting that have happened for nothing," Blaine told him determinedly, hobbling forward and grapping hold of the tree.

"Okay, okay," Kurt rushed to his aid, "But I jump first, then you can just land on top of me."

"Is that a good idea?" Blaine frowned, "I don't want you getting hurt either."

"Blaine you're not exactly large, I don't think you're that heavy" Kurt laughed lightly, "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Hey, I'm not small," Blaine sulked.

"You are a little bit," Kurt tormented lightly with smile, "But I love you that way. Just the way you are."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Just jump Hummel."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, "Hey, I'm only joking around you know."

"I know, but...I hate being small and weak and defenseless," Blaine looked at the floor, flushing red.

"Whoa, Blaine. You've been though more in your short time in this world than most people do in their entire lives. You're strongest, bravest and most amazing person I've ever met, and you've got the biggest heart, regardless of your height."

Blaine smiled lightly and wrapped his arms around the Prince's waist and nuzzling into the side of Kurt's neck.

Kurt hugged him back tightly, "You're amazing, never forget it."

Blaine kissed the skin under his lips, "I love you so much. I'm so proud of you."

"I'm proud of you too," Kurt told him, stroking gently down Blaine's back, "You've grown so much since you've come here."

"Thanks to you," Blaine hugged Kurt even tighter although it was almost impossible, "I can't believe used to be scared of you."

Kurt bit his lip, "T-That didn't last very long though did it?"

"A fair while. But not because I thought you'd hurt me though," Blaine shook his head when Kurt tensed in his arms.

"T-Then why?" Kurt mumbled, sounding like he was suddenly fighting back tears, "I hate the thought of you ever being scared of me."

"Shh," Blaine whispered, "Kurt, I wasn't scared of you per say, just...I'd never been treated like that, like this, before. I was scared because I didn't want to act in a way I shouldn't and...for you to be disappointed in me, or mad or something."

"I just wanted you to be yourself," Kurt said quietly.

"I know that now," Blaine pulled away slightly and brushed his nose against Kurt's, "But honestly I don't even remembered who I really was when I first came here."

"Well I'm glad you found yourself," Kurt smiled, "Because the person you are is so important to me."

Blaine blushed softly, "You mean everything to me."

"You are everything," Kurt said seriously, "You've made me see the world in a whole new light and you've made me believe in myself," Kurt sighed and shook his head in a small amount of disbelief, "Thank you."

"Thank you for loving me," Blaine mumbled, his hand tracing down Kurt's arm.

"Thank you for letting me," Kurt whispered back before pressing his lips to Blaine in a soft kiss.

Blaine shivered ad wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck, soft tears rolling down his cheeks as they parted that Kurt frowned at and brushed away with his lips.

"No crying today, okay?" He gave a small smile and took a small step back from the Slave, "I want to remember this day as something happy."

Blaine sniffed again and stood up a little straighter, "Come on, let's go and enjoy the day."

Kurt nodded, kissing his cheek and helping him to the doorway, "You gonna be okay to jump on your own?"

"Yeah, fine," Blaine nodded, "See you in a second."

"Just wait a little before you jump," Kurt instructed, Blaine giving another nod.

And with that Kurt disappeared into the light pouring out of the small space where the door was ajar, Blaine following just after.