"I just want to see if I know him, 'Cedes." the brunet complained, rubbing a table with a damp, warm cloth. "I won't talk to him or anything-" Kurt cut himself off with a squeak as two hands were placed on his hips. He was pulled back in a dip and lips covered his own in a soft kiss. When the other pulled away, Kurt could see the face of his attacker. "Derek!" he giggled, standing straight again. "You scared me."

"That was the point." Derek smiled, keeping his hands on Kurt's waist as he stood behind him, chin sitting on one broad shoulder. "I was wondering if you would like to come over tonight? We haven't spent much time together lately."

Mercedes looked at the scene play out in front of her, as Kurt bit his lip in thought. "I don't know," he shrugged. "I guess it depends on what time."

"I'm thinking maybe when the sun sets?" he pondered, and Kurt relied with a nod.

"Okay that sounds good. I'll see you then?"

Derek smiled, peppering his fianc�'s cheek with kisses before he agreed. Swinging the two of them side to side, cheeks pressed together and chin on Kurt's shoulder, Derek started to speak. "Do you have a lot of work today?"

Kurt took a second to think about it. "Dad gave me a list. I think about... ten orders were put in yesterday to be delivered today? Why? You want to help?" he teased, shaking his shoulder.

"I would love to help." Derek confirmed, letting go of Kurt and walking the kitchen a few feet behind them.

XxXxXxX

Blaine was back in McKinley the next day, the same cap perched on his head and a renewed smile on his face. He waved to all the friendly looking villagers as he waled by. It was noon. The sun shining over the heads of children that played in homemade water puddles and chased around collared dogs. Blaine watched as an old woman scolded a child for taking their neighbors flowers and he laughed quietly for a moment, then continued his stroll.

Something down the road caught his eye. It was Kurt, looking as gorgeous as ever in the daylight, cart standing at his side. He was talking to a small, brunette girl who was dramatically waving her arms around. Beside him was a man, a few years older than Blaine maybe, but defiantly taller. He had his hand on Kurt's back, fingers sprawled out, and a grin on his face.

Anger flowed through Blaine's system. Whoever that guy was, Blaine didn't want him all over Kurt like that.

The trio talked for a little while longer until the girl pouted and walked off, leaving Kurt and the dark blond haired man laughing.

"Excuse me?" a breathy voice asked from behind Blaine, and he turned to the source. A young woman, about twenty, was standing there. "I don't mean to bother you or anything, but you've been staring at the same spot for the last ten minutes. You okay?"

Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt one more time before focusing on the girl in front of him. "I'm fine, thank you for your concern." he stuck out his hand. "I'm Blaine."

"Quinn." the blonde chuckled, shaking his hand with her own and walking around to stand by his side, facing Kurt. Blaine mimicked her. "So, is that what you're staring at?" she asked, vaguely pointing to the two. The prince nodded. "That's Kurt." she clarified.

"Alright. And who is that man beside him?" he tried to ask calmly, but it came out more of an angry spat.

"That's Derek, his fianc�." the world just seemed to stop for a moment, and jealousy pounded through the prince's veins. As much as Blaine wanted to say that Kurt was his and that he saw him first, Blaine couldn't. Those were lies. He didn't even know what kind of person Derek was or what kind of relationship those two had, but Blaine instantly hated it, and more so, /him/. That guy didn't deserve to hold Kurt, didn't deserve to have the boys flawless body or innocent demeanor. It wasn't fair.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked for the second time, face showing relaxed concern. Blaine shook his head mutely and the blonde moved to lightly touch his arm "What's wrong?"

The prince opened his mouth to answer, only to be abruptly cut off by another female voice. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Where the hell did you- Who're you?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow at the latina standing with a hand on her hip and her eyebrow raised in question. Quinn took a few steps closer to her. "This is Blaine." she gestured towards him. "And I was here the whole time, Santana. Maybe if you actually looked..."

Santana huffed and crossed her arms, whispering something that Blaine didn't catch into her friends ear. She smiled and faced the prince. "So what were you two talking about?" Quinn quickly answered, explaining how she had seen Blaine and how the two had gotten into a small discussion about Kurt. "Hummel?" Santana laughed, seemingly mocking. "Why? Got a little crush?" she nudged Blaine's arm with a friendly smirk.

"No." he responded nervously. "Not like it would matter anyway, Kurt engaged." frowning, Blaine shrugged his shoulders. Santana looked from Quinn and back to Blaine, giving him a soft smile, not like the smirk he previously witnessed.

"So you do like Hummel?"

Blaine nodded curtly, his eyes concentrated on her face. "Why wouldn't I? He's just so..." /gorgeous, beautiful, so innocently sexy that makes me just want to-/ Blaine cut himself off, searching for something to say that wasn't lewd. "...Perfect."

"Perfect?" Quinn asked. "Have you even spoken to him?"

"Of course I have."

"How many times?" Santana chipped in.

"...Once." the two girls snickered. "What?"

"You've only talked to him once," the latina met his eyes. "And you're in love with him?'

Blaine's eyebrows knitted together. "I didn't say that." he just wanted Kurt for one night, he wasn't in love with him. "I don't feel that way about him." it wasn't like he was lying.

Santana's smirk grew larger as she suddenly understood. "So you just want to sleep with him?" She voiced Blaine's thoughts, and he nodded hesitantly, causing the other to chuckle loudly. "Good luck, buddy. Hummel's a prude."

"What do you mean?"

"Kurt doesn't want to be intimate with anyone before he's married." Quinn answered, shifting her feet slightly and scanning the area. A quiet moment passed between the three until she tapped Santana on the shoulder and waved to a blonde, bubbly girl with a basket full of apples in her hand. "It was great talking to you." Quinn turned her attention back to him. "But we really have to go." Santana quickly agreed, patting the prince on the shoulder and running off with Quinn, leaving Blaine suddenly alone.

He smiled and gave the dirt a small kick, causing a cloud of dry sand to form by his feet. Kurt was more interesting than he thought.

XxXxXxX

Five hours had passed since Kurt and his fianc� had separated, Derek telling him to go home after a long day of work, instructing him to eat and get dressed in something nice. Of course, Kurt had listened to him.

He was now well fed, along with the rest of his family, and dressed appropriately in a loose green tunic and pair of black pants. As the sun continued to lower, Kurt put on a knitted cardigan sweater and slipped on a pair of shoes.

"Finn," he called to his step-brother, who was seated rather comfortably on their couch. "I'm going out soon." Finn gave a slight nod in his direction. "I'll be at Derek's if you absolutely need something. Try not to bother me though, please." the taller of the two nodded again, more firmly from where his nose was planted in a book. "Are you even listening to me?" Kurt grabbed the book from his hands.

"Dude," Finn complained, bringing himself to a stand. "I was reading that!"

"Did you even hear what I said?" the shorter of the two asked, crossing one arm over his chest and holding the book at a distance.

"Yes, I heard you." Finn sighed, grabbing the book back with ease and flipping through the pages, mumbling about losing his spot.

"It's a children's book, Finn, not like you got very far anyway..." the taller stuck his tongue out at him, which Kurt was happy to return the gesture.

"I'll make sure that Burt knows you're out, 'kay?"

"Alright, thank you, Finn."

"No problem."

XxXxXxX

He'd been walking outside for five minutes before a familiar, dark figure came into his view. The corners of Kurt's lips bolted upwards. He walked faster towards the man until he was just a few feet away. "Blaine!" he called, raising his left hand in the air to wave at him.

The hazel-eyed man turned around at the sound of the boys voice. He immediately brightened up, waving back and walking closer to him. "Kurt," he breathed, grinning at the brunet. "What are you doing here?"

Kurt chuckled, somewhat nervously. "I'm going to go visit someone." he answered. "I thought you lived in Dalton, what are you doing out at a time like this?"

Blaine gave him a toothy smile. "I was here this morning, seeing a friend." he lied, shrugging, then meeting Kurt's eyes. "Our meeting must have gone on longer than expected."

"It must have. Are you going home now?" Kurt quizzed, moving to stand beside him, then in front.

Blaine body moved to follow instantly. "I should be, my mothers probably worried." that wasn't a lie. The current queen of Dalton was most likely asking all of the guards where Blaine had ran off to and asking all the maids where they last saw him. Kurt didn't need to know all of that though, as he just nodded in understanding.

"I really should get going as well." he concluded, taking a few steps backwards. "It was lovely seeing you again, but I'm going to be late." Kurt waved his fingers, his expression apologetic.

"It was great seeing you again too, Kurt." Blaine smiled, teeth shining in the falling sunlight. "Have fun tonight."

"I'm sure that I will, thank you." Kurt gave him one more curt smile before jogging off in the other direction.

XxXxXxX

"You seem happy." Derek observed after he gave the brunet a quick kiss at the door, Kurt happily kissing back. "What's going on?"

"I'm getting married to you, aren't I?" Kurt shrugged, playing with the buttons on his cardigan. Derek laughed and moved away from the doorway to let his fiancee pass.

"You look lovely." Derek breathed, closing the door behind the pale teen. He walked closer to him, putting his hands on Kurt's chest and undoing the two buttons, sliding the knitted material off of his shoulders and placing the cardigan on one of the hooks near the door. "There, now I can see more of you." he smiled, wrapping both arms around the brunet's waist and pulling Kurt to his chest. "You're also cold. C'mon, let's go warm you up."

Kurt smiled as Derek walked the two of them deeper inside the small, two room house. "I'm fine." he objected. "What about you? Have you eaten dinner yet?" silence. "I'm making you something-"

"Kurt, please, don't worry about it. I'll be fine until tomorrow. We don't have any food here anyway..." he mumbled the last part. Kurt sighed and let it go, knowing that there was no way to convince him otherwise.

"Alright then, but I will be feeding you tomorrow. No excuses." Derek rolled his eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "It's really nice outside tonight. Do you want to watch the sky with me?" Kurt asked, feeling the other nod against his shoulder a second later.

"Lead the way."

XxXxXxX

Kurt should wear more green, Blaine concluded as he walked through the opening gates of Dalton. Green brought the less dominant colors out of the boys eyes, making them appear less of the usual bright blue. So wide, curious and innocent...

"Stupid Derek." he muttered to himself, kicking a rock that once lied peacefully in front of him. It's not fair that he gets to see Kurt in his most personal moments. Like when he wakes up and his hair is all puffy from his pillow, when he's sweaty from a long days work, or when he cries. I bet he's beautiful when he cries... Blaine pondered. "Not fair..." he whined, sounding half his age.

"What's not fair?" a voice said, for the third time today, from behind him. He turned to see the face of Sebastian, arms crossed over his chest. "What's going on? I haven't seen you in a while"

"It's been a day, Sebastian." the shorter man sighed. "And I've been really busy."

"With what? Appointments?" the brunet mocked, stepping closer. "Does it have anything to do with why you went to McKinley today?"

Blaine paused, his eyebrows knitting together. "How did you know that?"

"Saw you leave." Sebastian shrugged. "You look distressed." he pointed out and smirked. "I know a way to get all that stress out."

Blaine cocked his head to the side and shook it a few seconds later. "I'm already past curfew-"

"Not like that stopped you before."

A look of thought appeared on the princes face before he nodded, following the taller man down a few darker streets and into an all too familiar house.