"Oftph," Kurt let out a breath as Blaine landed on top of him a little heavier than expected, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Blaine nodded, scrambling up to a more comfortable position from where he landed draped sideways across Kurt's lap, "Are you?"

Kurt nodded, "Uh-huh," he played lightly with a corner of a leaf from the pile that they'd landed in, each one bigger than the size of a ship to them.

"You sure?" Blaine frowned a tiny bit at the way Kurt wasn't really looking at him and gently touched his arm.

"Yeah, I just...I don't know, I'm getting a weird vibe today," Kurt struggled to explain.

"About what?" Blaine asked, lacing their fingers together gently and squeezing softly.

"Just the day in general...something isn't right," Kurt was still and silent for a moment before he sighed and took his head, "Probably nothing," he said, scrambling to his feet.

Blaine watched him carefully for a moment before he shuffled into a more accessible position so Kurt could easily pick him up.

"Really? Bridal style again?" Blaine questioned as he locked his arm around Kurt's neck tightly.

"Would you rather be over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes?" Kurt challenged with a small laugh.

"Okay, point taken," Blaine giggled lightly, burying his face into the side of Kurt's neck and pulling himself closer.

"You're worth much more than potatoes," Kurt commented as they set of down the path.

"Er...Thanks?" Blaine smirked, laughing lightly at the comment and grinning at Kurt fondly.

Kurt grinned back and presses a light kiss to Blaine's arm that was still wrapped around his neck, "So what do you want to do today? I don't think we can explore that much."

"Let's just find somewhere nice and safe to sit," Blaine offered.

They ended up sitting opposite a large shrub that had ripe, vibrant red strawberries growing from it that where bigger than both Kurt and Blaine themselves. A little distance away from them was a rushing river with a few puddles around it which were about the right size to be a small lake to them. They sat in the shade under a large, thick blade of grass and held each other close. Blaine sat in Kurt's lap, cradled like a small child curled up against the Prince's chest.

They spent a large part of the morning just being with one another. Talking and chatting about everything and nothing, laughing and joking until their cheeks were heated from giggling and their eyes watered with laugh-induced tears. But never mentioning the thing that was really stuck in their heads. Last day. Blaine remained curled up delicately in Kurt's lap, often playing with tassel of his hoodie or his and Kurt's fingers; that only parted to cup the other persons face as they kissed or for other affectionate gestures like brushing locks of hair back from foreheads and stroking the other person's cheek lovingly.

Blaine was just telling Kurt about the time that he'd rescued a baby bird while working on the farm, when Kurt's stomach gave a monstrous growl that made both boys jump.

"Are you hungry?" Blaine asked softly, squeezing their joined hands, "Should we go back home?"

"No, I don't want to go home yet," Kurt shook his head, chewing his lip as his stomach grumbled in protest.

"I'm kinda hungry too, I don't mind going home," Blaine replied, craning his neck to press a kiss to Kurt's soft cheek.

The Prince shook his head again, "Not yet," he looked around, his eyes falling on the engorged red fruit opposite them, "...Blaine?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you like Strawberries?"

oxoxoxoxo

"It's everywhere!" Blaine giggled, wiping some red juice from Kurt's eyebrow as they both sat on top of the large fruit; small fairy-hand shaped parts carved out of the flesh all around them.

"I'm so sticky," Kurt complained, looking down at his red-stained hands that were sweet with the fruits vibrant juice.

Blaine dug his hand into the fruit beside him, carving out another huge bit of sweet fruit and biting into it, more juice smearing over his face and trickling down his chin, "Yummy though."

Kurt smiled and nodded in agreement before looking down at his clothes that were completely ruined from the juice dripping everywhere and sighed, "I think I'm gonna need to get a new hoodie."

Blaine finished his piece of strawberry that was bigger than a watermelon and nodded in agreement, looking down at his own ruined clothes, "We can't go back like this, Kate will have a field day."

Kurt swore under his breath, "Shit, you're right. What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Blaine frowned, screwing his nose up at the sticky substance on his skin.

Kurt looked around again for the solution, his eyes landing on the puddles by the lake. It was a pretty warm day with only a light breeze, "We need a bath."

Blaine's eyebrows pulled in for a second before he seem to grasp Kurt's idea and shook his head, "What about my arm and leg?"

"I'm sure we can manage...if you don't mind me helping you that is?" Kurt asked, looking back the very sticky and sweet slave.

Blaine shook his head, "Of course I don't mind."

"Okay, come on," Kurt picked Blaine up again and flew down gracefully from the top of the fruit and over to where one of the many puddles were, setting the slave down on the dirt just beside it. He wasted no time in helping Blaine remove all his clothes, blushing a little as Blaine lay naked and exposed on the bank. Kurt carried the closes down to the water and scrubbed them clean as best he could in the water before laying them out in the sun to dry.

"Hopefully that helps," he said, looking over at Blaine who was still sticky and a little uncomfortable while wearing no clothes out in the open, although it wasn't like they would bump into anyone here.

"Er...just...I'm going to...," Kurt blushed a tiny but as he pulled Blaine even closer to the edge of the water and scooped some up in the palms of his hands. He poured it onto Blaine's sticky chest, rubbing it around to get rid of the sugary syrup.

"K-Kurt, God," Blaine couldn't help but whimper as Kurt's soft hands moved over his chest.

Kurt blushed bright red and chewed his bottom lip as he collected more water and rubbed it over Blaine's sticky skin, being careful not to get any of his bandages wet. His arms were smoothed and caressed off any sticky remains, and Kurt just couldn't help himself from leaning down and kissing the slaves chest and arms for a little bit when they were so open and available to his touch. It was barley even a kiss. Just a bare brush of chapped lips against skin, but each contact still caused electric sparks to fly up Blaine's spine, making him to let out soft little sighs.

Eventually Kurt pulled away and smile softly, reaching over to press his lips softly to Blaine's, "You're so beautiful," He told him, his hand trailing lightly down Blaine's chest.

Blaine flushed all the way down to the base of his neck, smiling gently until Kurt stood up away from him, "W-Wait, what are...?"

"I need a bath too," Kurt giggled, before he started stripping of his clothes and Blaine felt his mouth go dry.

"K-Kurt," Blaine gulped, licking his lips.

Kurt laughed nervously, taking his ruined hoodie and jeans with him as he waded until he was waist deep in the water and started scrubbing his clothes.

Blaine watched him in a daze, the sun shining down on the water giving it sparkling, golden highlights and making Kurt's hair turn to a reddy-chestnut color. The Prince's pale skin glowed in the rays of pure sunlight, the soft curve of his waist tinted sweetly in the glow with the dimples of his back creating a gentle shadow. Blaine watched in awe as he spread out his wings, as blue as the sky, flapping them gracefully and happily as the light warmed them. The way the Prince moved in the water was so angelic that Blaine almost felt he was at a ballet, the water rippled around him gently as his elegant movements barley disturbed the water and Blaine felt tears gather in the corners of his eyes at the thought that this stunning man let him love him; he quickly wiped them away

Kurt turned around from where he'd had his back to Blaine, giving him a cute little smile and wave before he started rubbing the cool water around his body to get rid of any lingering stickiness; and Blaine felt his heart tighten with the amount of love he felt for the young Prince and the horror of losing him.

Eventually Kurt came back to Blaine with his dripping clothes in hand, he lay them down beside Blaine's before he helped the Slave further up the bank so they could lay in the sun and wait for everything to dry.

"Can you lay on your side?" Kurt asked, rolling so he was facing Blaine with his head rested on his arm.

Blaine managed after a bit of awkwardness caused by his injured limbs, but was worth it when he saw Kurt smiling at him softly, taking in and memorizing every curve and in-dent of Blaine's body, and every mark and freckle on the Slaves honey-brown skin.

Blaine did the same, his eyes taking in every inch of Kurt's body and locking the moment in his memory and realizing that he'd never been this happy, and that he'd probably never be this happy again. He let out a small breath because, honestly Blaine couldn't think of a way for this moment to be any more perfect.

And then it did.

Kurt ducked his head and brushed his lips against Blaine's in a tender kiss.

"I love you," The Prince whispered.

Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he fought back tears, "I love you too," He whispered back.

"We should probably go back soon," Kurt frowned, shuffling closer to Blaine so he could reach up and play gently with the curls at the nape of Blaine's neck.

Blaine bit his lip and nodded realizing that it had gotten a lot darker than he though, "Okay," He agreed unwillingly.

Kurt looked up at the sky, seeing that the wispy orangey-pink was settling in preparation for sunset before he looked back at Blaine who was watching him carefully.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my whole life," The Slave said seriously, watching Kurt's cheeks turn a pretty shade of rosy-pink.

Kurt looked at Blaine so passionately that no words were needed to be exchanged to see how he felt about the brown-eyed boy.

Blaine shivered lightly at the wind pick up and Kurt frowned, "We should get dressed and go, I don't want to be trapped out here at night."

Blaine sighed at the thought of leaving but the idea of being stuck out here at night made him shuddered, so he let Kurt moved away from him with one final kiss to his lips to get their clothes before they got dressed.

oxoxoxoxoxo

Kurt was just about to turn left to find the stairs up to his and Blaine's room, with said Slave in his arms, when he heard a pair of heels running furiously on the marble floor.

"Kurt! Kurt thank God, we've been looking for you for hours!" Kate yelled at him as he came to an unsteady stop in front of both the teens, her hair falling from her bun and her chest heaving for air.

"What is it?" Kurt asked, immediately gripping Blaine tighter to him as he tensed in worry.

"It's....Kurt....," Kate bit her lip as he shook her head and took a deep breath, "Kurt your Dad. He's very, very ill."