"Did she say where she was going?" Finn asked in return as he adjusted the oven.

"No, she just walked in, asked for you and then walked off when I told her that you were busy."

"Dammit," Finn breathed, slapping his palm into his forehead. "She probably thinks I'm with Quinn or something..."

"Finn, can I be honest with you?" Kurt asked, his arms pausing. "I really don't care."

"Hey, man, that's not fair. You talk all the time and I listen to you. Remember that time when you and-"

"Blaine."

"-What? No, we were talking about Rachel."

"Blaine!" he called louder, ignoring his brother. The shorter male looked up, hazel eyes meeting blue.

XxXxXxX

Blaine came home with a raging headache, in the middle of the night. Just as he thought, the queen was in the master bedroom, curled up in her husbands arms, softly sleeping. King Anderson put a finger to his lips and mouthed "We'll talk about it in the morning."

He slept until early noon, then had gotten a short lecture from his father about curfew. Which in Blaine's opinion, was a load of bull.

And then he found himself walking down the smooth, paved road that soon met with a dirt one.

He had a plan this time - well he had one last time, but unfortunately Kurt was occupied. Now, however, he was going through with it.

His plan? Seduce Kurt. So far, the boy had seemed oblivious to the way Blaine looked at him, spoke to him. Hopefully that would change soon. As intriguing as the teens innocence was, it was impossible that he was /that/ pure. He must've masturbated before, or mess around with someone. Nineteen years of non sexual activity seemed unlikely.

Much thought wasn't put into as how he would seduce the slightly younger male. Maybe give him the smoulder, or blunt wanting looks. Oblivious as the brunet was, he couldn't have been that clueless. Right?

He had met with Kurt again today, as intended, and quickly made his way over as he was called. A much taller man was by Kurt's side, short, light brown hair and a blank, confused expression. "I didn't know you worked here." Blaine said, leaning against the counter, smiling.

Kurt returned the kind look as he continued to knead soft dough. "My dad owns it." he clarified. "What are you doing here?"

Blaine chuckled. "My mother asked me to stop by and get her some bread. This bakery was a friends recommendation." the lie came out of his mouth smoothly. Studying Kurt's face, he realized the boy was beginning to blush.

"That means a lot to me that someone would tell you about us. Thank you for stopping by, Blaine." he grinned, moving the large ball of dough to a farther back counter, near a couple of trays. "We have some bread in the oven, it's almost done. You'll just have to wait a few seconds."

"Sounds good to me."

Blaine watched as Kurt formed the dough into loose loaves and sat them on the lukewarm tray, pushing them across the counter and closer to the awaiting oven. The tallest of the three, standing awkwardly, moved towards the brunet a few moments later. He whispered into the pale boys ear, and Kurt nodded. The lanky boy left quickly, untying his apron on his way out the door.

"Finn was going to see of he could find his girlfriend." Kurt must've saw the confused look on Blaine's face. "Good thing I don't have to worry about that." he muttered.

Blaine knew the answer, but asked anyway. "Why not?"

"I'm gay, and I'm getting married soon. I won't have to worry about jealously or anything." he stated. The certainty in his voice made Blaine cringe, but he continued to speak calmly.

"When are you getting married?"

And then Kurt looked hesitant, just like when the two of them had first met, and he was silent for a couple of short seconds. "In a few weeks."

Blaine nodded. "Have you ever thought about, I dunno, cheating on him?" he asked, changing the subject. Kurt tensed.

"Of course not." he said, defensive, as he eyed Blaine. "I'm in love with Derek."

Well that didn't go as the prince planned. Blaine deepened his gaze and spoke seductively. "You would leave him? Not even for one night?"

Kurt just stood innocently, in a somewhat startled posture. "I don't get what your getting at." he explained. Blaine mentally face palmed, cursing quietly as Kurt went to go get a wash cloth. When he came back, the brunet started to clean excess flour off of the counter.

"Who was that guy you were with when I came in?"

"Hmm? Oh, that was Finn. He's my step brother." Kurt answered, mumbling to himself afterwards. He seemed to decide on something and walked a few meters to row of multiple cupboards. Blaine watched as he squatted, the top of his shirt riding up and revealing a strip of pale skin. Kurt was taking pots out and setting them beside him, moving around the rest of them until he found what he was looking for.

Kurt stood, hazel eyes /not/ watching his rear end, and sat the frying pan on the closest flat surface. Blaine jumped into action and took the unused pots, stuffing them back into the bottom cupboard. Kurt turned and jumped slightly in surprise, but soon a smile broke out onto his face.

"You're so nice, thank you, Blaine."

"It's my pleasure." the other nodded, chuckling. "Do you need help with anything?"

Kurt kept on grinning, practically skipping over to the stove and placing his frying pan on it. "If you're not busy, I'd love your help."

That day, Blaine spent the whole day in the /Hummel's Bakery/ kitchen, bumping hips with the brunet as they walked past each other.

XxXxXxX

In five days, Blaine had learned a lot about Kurt. He wasn't expecting the timid boy to open up to him do much.

For starters, the brunet took part in his village's choir and he had met a majority of his friends there. He sings along with them every Saturday, and Blaine made a mental note to go and watch him sometime.

Kurt had dreams of singing to large crowds of people, he loves fashion, he reads poetry in his free time. The two of them had met up in the market place, Kurt goes there once a week, and had gotten into a conversation. It eventually progressed into Blaine walking with the teen until they reached his house. Blaine found out that Kurt has a step mother (she greeted them as they walked through the door) and that his father didn't look like the baker type of man. Kurt explained later that his mother had taught his dad how to bake when he was younger. Blaine always wondered about his mother...

He also wondered if he could possibly have Kurt for more than just one night. Would Kurt sleep with him more than once. Was this about sex anymore? Blaine stood in the middle of his bathroom, confused.

XxXxXxX

It took a restless night, and a few hours with his face against his kitchen table until Blaine had gotten a pretty good idea of what he was feeling. He wanted to know what Kurt looked like when he first got up, what side of the bed he slept on, how he took his coffee, his face when he couldn't chose between this shirt or that one. Blaine wanted to see matching rings on both of their fingers and he wanted them to walk hand in hand around his kingdom.

So he stood and walked the two blocks until he reached Nick's street. He told the well known blacksmith to make him the finest wedding band with the shiniest gems and lightest metals, big enough to fit a thin mans finger.

XxXxXxX

Kurt was washing wooden spoons in the sink, drying them and putting them away into assorted drawers. Blaine watched him through the main window of the bakery as the brunet made his way around the counters. Slowly, Blaine made his way to the entrance, knocking on the door with rough knuckles. He watched as Kurt looked up, confused, but walked over. The door opened and Blaine smiled (widely, yet not noticeably nervous).

"Blaine," Kurt breathed. "What are you doing here?" he moved out from the doorway, motioning the prince to step forward and into the building. Blaine noticed that he was wearing a long sleeved shirt that fell low on his hips. He wore the same one a few days ago, where they met up in front of a church near the gates of Dalton. Kurt had convinced him that he was just walking by, and Blaine was silently grateful that he wasn't questioned.

"I needed to tell you something." the prince spoke once the two of them stood inside. "Can I?"

Kurt looked at him, puzzled. "You don't need to ask, Blaine. You can tell me anything." he smiled reassuringly. "But can you hold that thought? I really need to finish these dishes." he the pointed apologetically towards the pile of greased trays. The prince nodded towards them, showing wordless understanding.

Kurt turned left to finish his chore, Blaine watching him as he walked away. Someone would have to be blind to not see how nice of an ass the boy had. His hips were just as lovely, swaying slightly as his legs moved. Blaine wondered of he did this without knowing, of it was natural.

"I'm almost done!" Kurt called over the banging of pans a minute later. The brunet set the soapy dishes into a bucket of clear water, then sat them on a drying rack that stood over a towel. "I'll leave them there to dry." he explained. Blaine just nodded, eyeing the boy who whipped his hands on his pants before sitting in front to the prince at one of the circular tables near the door. "So what did you want to tell me?" he asked, dimples appearing in cheeks as the corners of his lips shot upwards.

Blaine swallowed before he began to speak. "I don't think you realized this, Kurt, but I have been treating you kindly ever since what have met."

"Ever the gentleman." Kurt interrupted playfully, softly giggling.

"Y-yeah, about that." Blaine chuckled nervously. "I thought that maybe if I was really nice to you, you'd sleep with me." he rushed out, refusing to look the other man in the face. "And then I met some girls who said that you're a virgin and you were getting married and you wouldn't stop talking about how much you loved this guy and-" he cut himself off, swallowing and taking a deep breath. "Kurt, I realized that I don't want to have sex with you and leave. I really want to have a life with you." Blaine then stood and walked to stand at Kurt's side, the teenager turning his chair to face him.

Kurt's face was a sudden pink as he watched the prince get on one knee and fumble with something in his pocket. "Blaine, what are you-"

"Kurt Hummel?" the brunet quieted. "I know I met you just a week ago, and I know you love your fianc�, but I've been searching for years to find someone like you." he pulled a small box from his pocket and held it in the palm of his hand. "You are the most passionate, beautiful man I have ever met. I don't want you for one night, Kurt, I want you forever." the box opened and Kurt's faint feeling escalated. "Will you marry me?"