Blaine huffed and wiped his brow, picking up another hay-bale and stacking it. The tower of them was starting to get a little wobbly but his owner had been very specific that he needed all of the new bales in one single pile and the older in another. There were three more to go and Blaine was unsure if he would be able to stack them, balance wasn't his strongest point, but he didn't have a choice.

"Aren't you done yet?" A harsh voice snapped.

Blaine winced back, dropping his eyes immediately, "No...No, Sir."

"Worthless piece of crap, I could have done this twice in the amount of time I've given you."

Blaine bit back a whimper, "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sorry doesn't get this sorted does it?"

The man grabbed Blaine's arm and yanked it up harshly, Blaine letting out a cry of pain as he looked up into his owners eyes, "Sir, I...I..."

"Shut-up," The man snapped. He was short and fat with very little hair and very crooked, yellow teeth. He spat his putrid breath as he yelled in Blaine's face, "You're worthless, disgusting, you don't deserve to breathe. Do you know that? God."

Blaine sobbed, unable to hold back his tears any longer as the man dropped him to the floor and kicked him in the stomach with his hard work boots; Blaine letting out a yell of pain as he scrambled to get away.

"Ughh, I can't even look at you. Your parents are better of dead then having to look after such a piece of crap," The man spat.

Blaine nodded, "Yes Sir," He sniffed.

"Get the hell up. You're pathetic," The man kicked Blaine again, "You think I'm going to feed you tonight after this?"

"But Sir, I haven't eaten in three days. Please. Anything," Blaine whimpered.

"Disgusting, pathetic, begging for my left-overs. No, I don't think so," The man yelled, "And I said get the hell up."

Blaine scrambled to his shaking feet, backing away into the corner.

"All of this better be done perfectly when I come back or you won't eat for another week on top of this one. Do you understand me?"

"Y-Y-Yes Sir," Blaine nodded.

"Blaine..." Someone called his name

"Good, look at this mess. A three year old could do better," The man glared.

"Blaine, Blaine wake-up. Hey, please, Wake-up Sweetheart."

Blaine's eyes flew open and he blinked into the darkness, "What, I don't...?"

"Sh, you're okay."

He was sat on someone's lap, being rocked gently, "Your Majesty?" He asked timidly.

"It was only a dream, Blaine. You're okay," Kurt whispered, stroking gently down Blaine's back.

Blaine realizing he was shaking, "S...Sir, did I wake you? I'm so sorry."

"Don't be stupid," Kurt breathed against his ear.

Blaine felt Kurt shift under him before the room flooded with light; Kurt had turned on the lamp and was looking at him intently.

"Sweetheart you are okay?"

"Yeah I...Yeah, just a dream, M' fine," Blaine mumbled. Crap was he crying?

Kurt smiled softly and brushed tears gently away from Blaine's face, "What was it about?"

"Nothing. Nothing I'm fine."

Kurt's face fell, "Come on, talk to me."

"No, it's okay. Go back to sleep," Blaine instructed, guilt simmering in his voice.

Kurt sighed, cupping Blaine's face and looking him in the eye, "I wanna know."

Blaine bit his lip, "It was just...my old owner, he kept kicking me and...and saying things."

"What did he say?"

"Just calling me worthless, disgusting, pathetic. He told me I didn't deserve to breathe and that my parents...," Blaine felt more tears pour down over his cheeks, "and that my parents were better of dead than having to look after me."

"What? Blaine, you know that's not true," Kurt cried, hugging the boy even closer to his chest, "You're perfect, okay?"

Blaine let himself melt into the Prince's hold, holding back whimpers.

"Did he say that when you worked for him?" Kurt asked, sounding like he was dreading the answer.

Blaine nodded, "It was...it was kind of a flashback."

"Oh Blaine, Blaine I'm so glad your here now," Kurt sighed, starting his rocking movements, "So glad you're safe."

"I am too," Blaine sniffed, wiping his eyes but then settling himself back into the Prince's chest, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Doing what?" Kurt asked, rubbing Blaine's back comfortingly.

"I mean...you let me sleep in your bed and eat with you and now...we shouldn't be this close," Blaine mumbled, "We're breaking so many laws."

"I don't care," Kurt hugged Blaine tight, "I don't care about the stupid kingdom walls, I just care about you. I care about you so much Blaine."

Blaine blushed, "No one ever cares about me."

"Well I do, I do because...," Kurt trailed off and Blaine looked up to see why.

The Prince and the slave locked eyes and Kurt reached and held Blaine's face lightly, he smiled softly but Blaine could tell his body was humming with nerves. And then Kurt did something Blaine would never expect to happen. He pressed his soft, tender lips against the slaves. Blaine took in a sharp in take of breath in shock but suddenly he was kissing back, hearing Kurt groan quietly and shifting them both a little. Kurt moved until he was lying down on the bed and he grabbed Blaine's shoulders so he could direct him between his legs, pulling the slave down on top of him; never breaking the contact of their nervous and gentle lips.

Kurt pressed his lips a little harder and hummed when Blaine responded eagerly, Kurt soft hands brushed under the baggy shirt Kurt gave him to sleep in and felt the muscles on his back, moving up higher and doing one of the most inmate things fairies can do. He let his fingers stroke at the base of where Blaine's sea-green wings sprouted from his strong back. Blaine shivered, his wings twitching slightly as they were still tucked and folded neatly from when he'd been sleeping. Kurt hand's roamed over up and over the dived in Blaine's wings, the split where they fanned out on each side of his body, the skin was soft and delicate like silk and Blaine whined in his throat, pressing his lips down even harder against Kurt without really meaning to do so, but Kurt locked his free hand in Blaine's newly-trimmed curls in response and lifted his legs up to settle on Blaine's lower back just above his ass, holding him close.

Kurt pulled away for air, his breathing heavy and his eyes bright, "Blaine...Wow, I..."

"Oh my God."

Without Kurt's intoxicating lips against his own the realization of what Blaine had just done it him like a train.

"No, no...I'm going to die," He whimpered, "I'm going to be killed."

"Blaine, it's..."

Blaine pushed himself away harshly from Kurt and fell off the bed in the process, landing on the floor with a dull thump, "Oh my God, Oh my God."

"It's okay, I incited it didn't I? Just...just calm down," Kurt tried.

"It doesn't matter. I kissed the Prince. I kissed the Prince, I'm going to be hanged, they're going to rip of my wings" Blaine spoke in shock, backing away from Kurt with terrified eyes, "I thought you wanted me to be safe? Why would you do that?"

Kurt gulped, "I'm...I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it."

"What do you mean? What do you mean you couldn't help it?"

Kurt flushed, "I like you."

"So you set me to my death?"

"No! No of course not, it's okay. No one's going to know apart from you and me okay?" Kurt slipped off the bed and to the floor himself, crawling to where Blaine had taken refuge in the corner, "It's okay."

Blaine sobbed, shaking his head, "I deserve it. I deserve to die. I shouldn't let it happen, I shouldn't have let you treat me any different to the other slaves."

"Blaine please don't say that," Kurt said quietly, settling cross-legged opposite Blaine and looking down in his lap, "I just...I just wanted you to feel like you had a home here. I didn't mean to...I mean, you should have told me you didn't want any of those things and you could have slept in the slavery with the other's. I was stupid, I thought you wanted to spend time with me."

"But I'm a slave, Sir. I'm meant to follow orders, I'm always so confused, I've never asked to act like this before. It just makes me feel like a failure." Blaine whispered, biting his bottom lip.

Kurt blinked a few times, "I knew it was different but I didn't...Blaine I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

Blaine gulped, "I know you didn't."

Kurt sighed and got to his feet, "I'm sorry, Blaine. I'm so stupid, I'm just...I was so alone, I forced you to be my friend. You can...you can go and sleep in the slavery."

"Sir..."

"No, no just go. It's okay," Kurt bit smiled but his eyes were fighting back tears, "I was stupid to think someone might actually like me. Not for their job, not for the money," He let out a small sigh, "You probably like girls anyway, so stupid."

"Sir, please don't..."

"Just go Blaine," Kurt's eyes lost fight and a few tears strayed down over his cheeks, "It's okay, I'm not angry at you. You haven't done anything wrong."

Blaine hesitated, watching the Prince wrap his arms around himself and walked back over to his bed. Blaine scrambled to his feet and walked across the room, pausing in the doorway, "Goodnight Sir, sleep well."

"You too," Kurt's voice was chocked, obviously planning on holding back the tears that were going to break through the flood gates until Blaine left. But Blaine didn't want to leave, he wanted to hug Kurt and comfort him. He needed Kurt to know that he hadn't forced Blaine to be his friend, that he was the kindest person he'd ever met. But Kurt had told him to sleep in the slavery. And Blaine Anderson always followed orders, and so he left silently. The chocked sob that he heard after he closed the haunting him as he walked down the halls.

OXOXOXOXO

Blaine felt so tired all the way to his bed, but as soon as he had snuck into the room being careful not to wake any of the lightly snoring slaves and crawled under his untouched comforter, he felt wide awake. He stared up at the plain white ceiling, trying to force the images of Kurt sobbing alone in his room out of his head...which only caused Blaine's mind to wrap itself around the kiss. His first kiss. The way Kurt's finger had felt running over his back and up into the divide between his wings which was situated in his shoulder blades, his wings twitched at the memory and made Blaine shiver. It felt so amazing. He felt loved and wanted...but the Prince had done it because he liked him? Friends don't kiss. So Kurt must of meant...did the Prince like him in a romantic way? Blaine's mind flew back...

"You probably like girls anyway, so stupid."

That's must have been what it meant! Oh my God. But did Blaine like girls? He'd never thought about it. He'd never really had any interest in girls and if what he felt during that kiss was anything to go by, he wouldn't mind kissing a guy again. Not that his sexuality really mattered, he was just a slave. But the Prince liked him romantically? That just made no sense. He was a slave! And they'd only known each other for a few days...granted that they'd pretty much spent every waking moment with each other during that time...and that Blaine was pretty sure he had feeling for Kurt as well. Blaine sunk back into the mattress, his mind swirling with confusion and closed his eyes, hoping that he might understand more when he saw Kurt in the morning.