Kurt was sitting on the hard wooden seat, his lungs going into overdrive. He couldn't do. He couldn't spend the rest of his life with this Sky. But he didn't have a valid excuse to why...well not that he could tell anyone else without hurting his Dad and putting out the flame of excitement that was roaring around the kingdom with a bucket of ice water. Honestly he was pretty sure he would pass out as soon as the doors opened, signaling that it was time to put on a brave face and submit himself to misery. He just couldn't see a way out of this that different involve hurting the people he cared about, and if he did hurt them he didn't think that he'd be able to live with the guilt. He'd dreamt about running away, but that was pointless, because a Prince and a Slave running through the streets would be pretty obvious. Even if they did manage to do it in secret, it would take less than hour to realize that the Prince was missing and the whole kingdom would be searching. When they were found, Blaine would be killed for kidnapping Royalty without a chance for anyone to defend him.

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Blaine was sat in this bed in the Slavery, still in his pajamas with his hair a mess of dark tangled curls around his face. He had the comforter wrapped tightly around his shoulders and the large magic book in his lap, flicking through the pages miserably and with a sour expression. He tugged the blanket around himself tighter, as though trying to block out the reality around him.

Three single, singsong bells chimed from a distance-telling the whole kingdom that the Royal wedding, and the event of the century, was beginning.

Blaine pulled the comforter over his head and squeezed in eyes tightly shut. The Palace was completely deserted besides Blaine and a few of the guards, everyone else had been roped in to help with the wedding. He couldn't decide if he was grateful for the solitude or not, on one hand he didn't feel like being around people right now, but on the other hand the painful silence flooding every hall, corridor and room was driving him crazy. He hadn't slept at all the previous night, staying up and watching the sun rise and fall made time go slower than if he'd got lost in his dreams. However being exhausted on top of all the emotions that were spinning frantically around his head was not a good combination, his eyes ached and the words on the page beneath him seemed to blur into one. Reality was slowly slipping away, and the huge book fell from his lap to the floor with a heavy thud as his head dropped and twisted dreams invaded his mind.

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"Blaine? Blaine...BLAINE."

The Slave was ripped harshly from his nightmares, he jumped awake and hit his head against the one hovering over him in a painful collision.

"Wha-Sir! Oh my...er, what are you doing here?"

"Where's Kurt?" The King demanded, standing over Blaine in a navy suit and a golden crown. His expression was unreadable.

"I don't-" Blaine started to protest, his voice thick with sleep.

"Don't play dumb. I know there's something going on between you two, I just need to know where he is," Burt's mask was cracking and his eyes were turning desperate.

Blaine felt his stomach churn, "S-Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. I've never...I'm sorry, I don't know where the Prince is."

Burt sighed and collapsed on the edge of the bed with his head in his heads, his mask slipping completely, "I knew this was too good to be true."

"What?"

But Burt was talking to himself and refused to give an answer. A long silence fell over the King and the Slave, Burt staring blankly at the floor while Blaine struggled to wake himself up a little more.

"Kurt's done a runner and no one can find him," Burt finally spoke, looking at Blaine like he had the answer.

Blaine blinked.

"Come on. Help find your boyfriend, you know him better than anyone else," Burt didn't face Blaine when he spoke, he stood up and rolled his shoulders, facing the door.

Blaine's heart stopped before it tried to jump through his chest, "He's not..."

"I don't care right now. I just want to find my son," Burt replied, turning around and looking at Blaine firmly, he took a step forward which caused him to kick the book that Blaine had dropped on the floor. He looked down on it and frowned, "What are you doing with t-that?" He's hands clenched to fists and his force shook with terror.

Blaine swallowed and lent over the side of the bed to pick it up, Burt watched it with accusing eyes, "Just curious really," he replied, hiding it under his pillow a keeping his voice steady, "I like history, magic is a big part of it."

"Right," The Kings eyes were still wide and scared, but he shook his head, "You'll help?"

"Of course Sir," Blaine nodded and The King left with a tense expression.

When he was gone Blaine pulled the book out from under the pillow and brushed his hand over the faded front, puzzled by the Kings reaction. He frowned and traced the name on the front before putting it back and slipping out of bed.

He knew where Kurt would be.

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"Kurt?" Blaine struggled to fight through the leaves that where damp with rain.He'd run from the slavery all the way down to the basements and throwing himself through the door in the tree (in result he'd landed a little awkwardly.) It was pouring with huge drops of rain the size of watermelons, every time he stood up he was knocked down by one, his wings were drench and plastered heavily to his back and shirt-he tried to move them uncomfortably.

"Kurt!"

By the time he'd battled his way through the slippery leaves that acted like quick sand, he was exhausted and panting for breath. His curls dripped down in a waterfall around his face and water trickled down the bridge of his nose. It was freezing.

"Kurt?" The Slave forced himself forward through the rain and muddy ground, wrapping his arms around himself to keep some body heat.

Blaine left like he'd been stumbling and drowning in the mud for hours through the cold rain, calling out the Princes name whenever he mustered the energy.

Finally he came to the small bench that Kurt had forged from the petal. It was as bright as the day it had been picked.

"Kurt?" Blaine yelled and found shelter under a blade of grass that had curved over.

"Blaine?" The voice that called back was loud and clear through the rain but the Slave couldn't work put where it was coming from.

"Kurt!"

"Up here," The reply back was a great deal quieter and Blaine glanced right above his head. Hidden and curled up in the center of a large purple flower was the Prince, still dressed in his suit complete with crown and drenched from head to foot.

"Kurt," Blaine sighed gently, easily seeing the distress on his face even from the distance.

Kurt didn't move but reached out for Blaine like a small child wanting to be picked up by it's career, "I'm sorry."

Blaine frowned in confusion, looking around, "How did you get up there?"

"Climbed," Kurt glanced down and turned a little green when he saw how high up he was .

"How?" Blaine remarked, raising an eyebrow at the thin stem.

"With my legs," Kurt gave a small smirk and Blaine's heart leapt, that easy a lot better than the doomed frown that had been there before.

"Hey, my legs are only small!" Blaine pouted.

Kurt laughed weakly and tried for a smile.

Blaine walked up to the steam, dodging as many of the raindrops as he could, and struggled to climb up with the help of Kurt's instructions and a lot of cursing. Kurt managed to pull Blaine up the final few feet, they both tumbled backwards into the center of the flower and got covered in bright yellow pollen from the stigma.

"Why up here?" Blaine groaned, shoving Kurt playfully and looking at the pollen that was stuck firmly to his wet clothes, creating a kind of paste.

Kurt sat down and looked at Blaine sadly, "I'm sorry."

"Hey," Blaine knelt beside him and brushed a strand of wet hair from Kurt's face, giving him a gentle smile, "I only have one problem with this."

Kurt hid his face in Blaine's shoulder, "What?"

"How do we get down?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, determined to keep the atmosphere light.

"Oh, I didn't think of that," Kurt worried his bottom lip between his teeth.

Blaine sighed and stood up, peering over the edge and shuddering at the height. He shook his head, water droplets flying from his curls and making Kurt squeal as they hit him.

"Hey!"

Blaine grinned mischievously, "We can't really do anything until it stops raining," He sat down, making himself comfortable and pulling the damp Prince into his equally wet arms.

"Who told you?" Kurt whispered, playing the collar of Blaine's shirt absentmindedly.

"Your Dad," Blaine replied, instantly knowing what the Prince was asking him, "He knows there's something going on between us too."

"I know, he spoke to me just before I got ready," Kurt mummered, curling into Blaine's shoulder and sighing, "Did he get mad at you?"

"No. You?"

"No. He just said he was sorry that it couldn't be different, and that I was doing the right thing marrying Sky...," He swallowed noticeably, "I can't face him now, not after I ran away."

"He'll understand," Blaine squeezed Kurt's shoulder's, "He's worried sick about you anyway, he just wants you home and safe."

"Really?"

"Of course, and we'll go as soon as we're able to fly down...and have a shower because ew," Blaine teased and took the crown of Kurt's head, "I wonder how much this is worth."

Kurt looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Since when have you been interested in money?"

Blaine shrugged and placed it neatly back on the Prince's head. Kurt took it off and threw it out of the flower, it landed with a squelched in the mud and Kurt watched it fall with a satisfied expression.

"Have you ever talked to your Dad about magic?" Blaine wondered, watching the rain fall as he held Kurt close.

"Magic? Not that I can remember. Why?" Kurt titled his head to look at the Slave.

Blaine shrugged, making Kurt's head bob on his shoulder, "It's nothing, he just acted...weird when he saw the magic book."

"Weird?"

"It was like he was...scared or something," Blaine explained, remembering the look in the King's eyes.

Kurt's eyebrows pulled in and he chewed his lip.

"Probably nothing."

"Hm."

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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"Kurt!"

The Prince was torn from Blaine's grip and hugged fiercely by his father.

"I'm sorry Dad, I-"

"Shut up, God don't scare me like that."

"I'm sorry."

Sky was stood just beside Burt, staring at Blaine with an emotionless expression. No doubt he'd worked out the situation too.

"You're a mess," Burt said when he finally looked at Kurt, the yellow sticky paste still clinging to his clothes and hair. Blaine was in the same situation.

Kurt bit his lip and brushed some of the pollen from his collar.

"Go shower and go to bed, you look dead on your feet," Burt said, he looked at Blaine, "You too Kid...and thank you."

"Not at all," Blaine smiled, ignoring his pounding heart when Kurt walked straight back into his arms.

"We'll talk tomorrow," Burt's voice turned a little more serious and Blaine failed to hide his shudder.

"Goodnight Dad, I love you," Kurt linked arms with Blaine and pulled him up the stairs, "Goodnight Sky."

"Goodnight Kurt...Blaine," The suitor replied.

Blaine nodded at him, clinging to Kurt tighter.

"It's okay," Kurt whispered lightly in his ear and kissed the shell of it lightly.

Blaine blushed and looked at the floor as he muttered, "Sky's going to kill me in my sleep."

"He'll have to get past me first," Kurt bumped his hip against Blaine's.