Ever since his elder brother, Cooper, had left the family to live in a small town (accompanied by his girlfriend) Blaine was next in line to be king. The only problem? Finding someone to rule by his side.

He /could/ ask Sebastian to be his groom, as the two knew each other well. They knew each others bodies better than they knew one another's personality, but they were still familiar in some way.

Speaking of the brown haired man, Blaine was currently in a bed with him. Being oh so logical, he decided to stay away from his troubles by having pointless sex.

"Were you going?" came a low murmur from the bed, Sebastian resting his head on his hand as Blaine stood.

"I really have to go. Appointment."

"Since when have you cared about appointments?" The taller man raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

"My personal life has nothing to do with you."

"Says the man who let's me suck his-"

"Shut up." Blaine whispered harshly, one hand on his hip, the other playing with the cap that was just placed on his head. "That still doesn't change the fact that I have to go."

Blaine Anderson wasn't the type of person to stay and talk.

XxXxXxX

McKinley wasn't a place Blaine visited often.

The roads were poorly smoothed, violence wasn't unknown, and a good portion of the people weren't in a great place. On the bright side, the women were beautiful, the children were every word in the definition of cute, and the men were certainly pleasant to look at. It was still a wonderful place to go to once in a while.

XxXxXxX

As the sun fell further and the wind grew stronger, Blaine's palm ended up planted firmly on the top of his head. And then he stopped, a soft rumbling sound entering both ears. Blinking against the whips of air, the young prince looked behind him, curiously tilting his head to the side.

It was coming from some sort of cart, halfway down the road. He couldn't tell who exactly was pushing it, but they looked like they were in a hurry.

Then, everything happened at once.

There was a shriek, a thud, and suddenly a cluster of limbs just ten feet away. The cart came to a slow stop, and the person, a young man as far as Blaine could tell, sat brokenly on the road. Blaine ran into action, shouting a raspy "Hey!" before he ended up beside the brunet boy. One finger reached out to poke at the clothed shoulder. He was replied with a jump, and the most gorgeous eyes he has ever seen, meeting his own.

"I, uh," Blaine could barely speak. The man by his side was beautiful, dressed in a baby blue tunic and tight pants, eyes wide and hair hanging limply on his forehead. "I called to you, but you didn't answer." he finished, smile finding it's way onto his face.

"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't hear you..." and holy shit, even the boys voice was amazing. High and light, maybe a little bit breathy.

"That's alright. Are you okay? Do you need any help?"

"N-no. I think I can manage." the unnamed boy smiled as well.

XxXxXxX

"So, do you come here often?" the brunet asked, hands back on the carts handle, pushing it forward. Blaine had insisted to walk Kurt home, not giving him any time to answer.

"Not usually, I live in Dalton."

"Oh lucky you." he moved to bump their shoulders together, but nervously changed his mind. "Can I- can I ask you something? I don't want to overstep or anything..."

"You're not."

"Okay... um, what's your name?"

"Blaine, and yours?"

"Kurt."

"Kurt?" Blaine smiled as the name rolled off his tongue. "That is a beautiful name," they both stopped as the prince took the pale boys hand, pressing his lips on top of it briefly "For a beautiful person."

Yes, it was cheesy, but the blush that bloomed on Kurt's face was worth it.

"W-well," Kurt breathed, obviously flustered. "This is my stop. Maybe I'll see you again?"

"I sure hope that we will." Blaine smirked, running his thumb over the other boys hand before letting it go. "I would love that."

His eyes raised to the small building, at least three stories high. /Hummel's Bakery/, the sign read. His eyes trailed down the street, mentally drawing himself a map. When he looked back, Kurt nodded, taking a step backwards. Kurt's eyes trailed away to look at the copper door knob, and back to Blaine. Concentrated eyes memorized the younger's features.

"A-anyway, I really need to go." Kurt stuttered under the intense gaze. his hand grasped the knob, turning as he pressed the cart against the door and pushing it a few inches forwards.

XxXxXxX

Kurt was right, his father had closed up shop and went to bed. Soft snores leaving his mouth where he sat in the rocking armchair.

The brunet had placed the cart in the corner of the bottom floor as soon as he came in, locking the door a few moments later. He climbed two sets of stairs and walked down a short hallway, entering his room after checking on his dad. Immediately, he changed into night clothes.

Kurt slipped into unconsciousness that night with a smile on his face.

XxXxXxX

Blaine walked through the double doors, his mother instantly at his side asking the stupidest questions, all of them left unanswered. Where were you? Like she needed to know.

He walked up a long flight of stairs and fell face first into his pillow as soon as he entered his bedroom. Too overwhelmed to change, Blaine just curled into a ball on his side and fell asleep to the thought of /him/.

From the moment his eyes landed on the pale, long limbed boy, Blaine decided that he would make Kurt Hummel his.