Kurt nudged Blaine's shoulder with his own, giggling quietly at the confusion on Blaine's face as he tried to work out how to react. Kurt saved him the bother, his hand reaching out and taking Blaine's in his own.

"Come on, you must be hungry too," He said, giving Blaine's hand a small squeeze.

"But Si...But I'm not meant to eat with you," Blaine said quietly.

"You didn't have a problem with this yesterday," Kurt frowned.

"Yesterday was different Si...," Blaine snapped his mouth shut to stop himself disobeying Kurt's wishes.

"Why? Because I wanted to keep an eye on you?" Kurt asked, a light frown falling over his delicate features.

Blaine nodded, "I'm fine now, S...I'm fine. I should go and eat with the other slaves later."

Kurt bit his bottom lip, taking a step closer to Blaine, "Look I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so if you don't want to eat with me you can say, but...If you don't stay I'll have to eat on my own and...I'm tired of doing that. It's nice to have someone to talk to and...you're one of the sweetest, most adorable people I've ever met. I like spending time with you."

Blaine's cheeks turned scarlet and he dropped his gaze.

"Don't you like me?" Kurt asked, taking a few steps back away from him.

"Wh...? No! No Sir, I...Of course I do," Blaine looked up and shook his head.

Kurt looked left and right. The corridor they were in was completely empty, but just to be sure grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him into the nearest room; which turned out to be one of the many libraries.

"I'm so alone Blaine. There's no one here. I...I have no one to talk to," Kurt said gently, trying to blink back tears.

OXOXOXO

Blaine watched in horror as the Princes beautiful crystal eyes turned wet and glassy.

"Sir, I...There are people around you all the time," Blaine stuttered.

"But they don't care. They get paid to clean my room and bring me food and be polite," Kurt whimpered, "I just want a friend, who chooses to be friends with me and doesn't choose to take the money they're offered."

Blaine gulped. Kurt had told him that. He just wanted Blaine to be his friend. He didn't want a slave.

"But that's my job, Sir. I'm sorry," Blaine hated telling the Prince this, "I'm not allowed to be friends with you."

"But you're meant to do what I say," Kurt stated, looking desperate, "And...and...ugh."

Tears stared rolling down the Prince's pale cheeks and Blaine bit his lip, "I'm sorry. I'm just a slave."

Kurt's sad eyes widened, "No. No you're a person Blaine. Just a person, just like me."

"Sir, you're a Prince, I'm a nobody," Blaine disagreed, "You're one of the most important people in the fairy sector."

"It doesn't mean anything. There's nothing special about me apart from who I'm related to. You and me, we both make mistakes and feel sad and...and scared," Kurt ended in a whisper and tears started pouring down his face at an alarming rate, "But I'm not allowed to talk to anyone, I'm not allowed to make friends, I'm not allowed to find someone who I love to marry, I'm not allowed to go outside the palace gates. I'm trapped Blaine."

Blaine looked away, he'd always thought Kurt had everything anyone could possibly wish for, but he was doubting that more and more with every passing second, "I don't know what to say, Sir. Would you like me to do something about it? What can I do?"

"You're already doing so much," A small smile fluttered over the Princes wet, sad features, "You're listening to me."

"I'll always listen Sir," Blaine promised.

Kurt bit his lip, "Can I...Can I tell you everything?"

Blaine nodded, "Of course, Sir. I'll take it to my grave, I promise."

Kurt chuckled lightly, wiping the tears from his eyes.

The library they were in was deep in the heart of the castle and had no natural light. It was small, deadly silent and was filled with rows and rows of musty books that each cost more then a house each. The lamps above them flickered and shadows cast on the floor, Kurt's eyes shone, scared and sad; and it broke Blaine's heart to see something so beautiful be so devastated.

"Come and sit with me," Kurt requested, walking a few feet away and sinking to the floor with his back rested against one of the bookcases.

Blaine followed his example, waiting patiently as Kurt took a few steady breaths while looked at his hands that were rested lightly in his lap.

"I don't want to be a Prince. I hate it. I want to be normal," Kurt mumbled, "I used to dream about flying over the castle walls when I was little so I could live a normal life; but I was always too scared."

"Why would you want that?" Blaine asked, unable to keep the shock out of his voice.

Kurt took a shaky breath and looked at Blaine, "I'm scared Blaine, and I'm so alone. My Dad's hardly here, none of the slaves treat me like a person, and I...I...It's my fault."

"What's your fault?"

"I killed my Mom," Kurt said quietly, tears pouring down his cheeks, "She was the most amazing, loving, perfect queen and I...I killed her."

"What?" Blaine exclaimed, "Kurt, you can't honestly think that, I mean..." Blaine stopped, his hand slamming over his mouth when he realized his mistake. Kurt. He'd called him Kurt.

The Prince smiled at him softly, "It's okay, don't look so scared. I'm not going to get angry and we're all alone. No one will know."

Blaine's hand fell from his mouth and he looked at the floor, "I'm so sorry your Majesty, I didn't mean to be disrespectful. I was just shocked, I swear it was an accident..." He began to ramble, terror spreading through his chest.

"Hey, I said it's fine," Kurt smiled again, but his expression was still sad and broken.

"Sir, your mother's death was not your fault," Blaine said firmly, "It was just...just something that happened."

"But I caused it," Kurt's voice shook, "And now I have to replace her, and she was amazing and perfect and beautiful and I can't. I can't be like her Blaine. How am I ever meant to live up to what she did?"

"You already are," Blaine replied.

"Wh...what?"

"You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on, and you're so sweet and kind and treat everyone with the respect they deserve. You understand emotions and you always try to do the best thing for people, even if that means it's not the best thing for you. Now if that's not a description of a perfect future King, then I don't know what is," Blaine spoke truthfully.

The Prince blinked at him, his blue eyes wide and his mouth slightly open, "I...I..."

Blaine looked away, his cheeks blazing. Did he really think all that of Kurt...? Of course he did. He'd never met anyone like him before. He'd never felt this safe with someone before.

"Blaine, you're...you're..." The Prince wiped his eyes and shook his head, "You're amazing. I...You're never allowed to leave me, okay?"

"I'd be happy to serve you for the rest of my life," Blaine admitted, "My last master took me in after both my parents died and I was left to rot in the street. He was really nice at first and he won my trust easily, I was only seven. But as I got older he beat me and made me sleep with the animals in the cold barn, he used to treat me like I was nothing. Worthless. And it went on for so long that I believed him. I was scared and alone, but I couldn't run away. I would just end up dying of starvation. But that just broke all my ability to trust anyone, but with you...I...I feel safe. I mean, I thought that being beaten and kicked for dropping hay on the floor was perfectly normal before I came here. I've never been treated the way you treat me, not since my parents died. I can barley remember them. It's...it's strange and confusing, but I feel like I'm wanted here. I feel like I'm worth something and I...I just want to thank-you for that. I'm not okay with breaking the kingdom rules, but I promise I'll be as much as a friend to you as possible without it being to suspicious. And I'll always be here when you need to talk or feel that you're not good enough to rule this kingdom because you are, and I know what it feels like feeling like you're not good enough to breathe so I'll understand."

OXOXOXO

Before Kurt even knew what he was doing he'd scooped Blaine up in his arm and pulled him onto his lap so he could hug him tightly, giggling quietly at the cry of surprise the boy gave.

"I'm never going to let you feel like that again," Kurt promised, his voice leaked with emotion, "And as soon as I'm king I'm going to make sure that all slaves are treated with the respect they deserve."

"See, you're already an amazing ruler," Blaine smiled softly and Kurt let out a long sigh.

"I'm so glad you're here," Kurt smiled back, brushing the curls from Blaine's forehead letting out a happy sigh when Blaine didn't pull away in fear, "I think you need a haircut."

Blaine blushed, "I think so too, Sir."

"I'll do it a little later if you'll let me," Kurt offered, still stroking Blaine's soft curls slowly.

Blaine nodded, "I'd like that, Sir."

The Prince sighed, "Can you do one thing for me?"

Blaine nodded.

"Call me Kurt one more time," He requested.

Blaine bit his lip, "Sir, I'm not sure..."

"Please?" Kurt asked, "It made me feel normal."

Blaine gulped, "I..Umm...Kurt?" He stuttered.

"Yes Blaine?"

"I'd love to eat with you, if you'd still want me to," Blaine bit his lip.

"It's a date," Kurt blushed at his choice of words.

OXOXOXO

Kurt watched Blaine sleep with a bit lip. His curly hair was now a lot shorter and neater and he looked...handsome and beautiful and Kurt was terrified at what he was starting to feel for the boy. They'd only known each other two days but Blaine had crept his way into his dreams, waking up with a gasp as he dreamt how it would feel to be able to wrap his arm around Blaine's waist and pull him into a kiss. Blaine mumbled something in his sleep and Kurt's heart leapt at how adorable he was and he wondered what he was dreaming of. This was stupid and reckless, Kurt shook his head and rolled so he was no longer facing Blaine, curling up into a ball. He didn't really like Blaine, he was just attaching himself to the boy because he was the closet thing he'd ever had to a friend. And he liked to think that they were friends, even if Blaine disagreed. He just wished Blaine could let go of the fact that he was a slave and Kurt was his owner...but then again, maybe if he was feeling things like this it could be better then Blaine acting like they were equal. Kurt just wanted to kiss him so bad. Just one time, just to know what it was like.

Shit. He groaned under his breath. Blaine had been so cute when Kurt cut his hair, being nervous about it becoming too short and looking so happy when Kurt showed him the finished result. How could someone not grow attached to this boy? Kurt fought the urge to turn around and look at the sleeping boy again, cursing himself for being so stupid and trying to get back to sleep; which was hard when the subject of his dreams was laying next to him.