"B-Blaine," he stopped and cleared the lump from his throat. "You- you know that I can't." and god, Kurt hated how he sounded so young and vulnerable.

"I know that, Kurt, but I was hoping that maybe you'd-"

"I'd what? Leave my fianc�? Is this some kind of joke?" he demanded.

Blaine seemed taken aback. "Wh- no! This isn't a joke! I'm in love with you!"

"Well I'm already in love with someone else!"

"Kurt, please, consider this. "

"Why should I?"

Blaine opened his mouth to argue, but closed it as he thought through the question. "Listen," he said after a few short moments of silence. "This may come off as a surprise to you, but I so happen to be the prince of Dalton kingdom, and I need to marry before I become king." Blaine was expecting to get a thoughtful look from the younger male, however Kurt looked even more angry.

"You were going to use me." he spat, standing and walking away from Blaine. "You already were using me." his eyes narrowed and the other got off of his knee, fearing the anger he had never seen from the lithe baker. "I'm just a toy to you, aren't I?"

"No, Kurt, of course not. I was-"
"You were going to use me for sex, and now you want me just so you can be rule some strict, uptight kingdom!" the shorter opened his mouth to argue, promptly getting cut off by the furious Kurt. "Don't lie to me!"

"I never actually lied to you, though!" Blaine shouted, grasping the velvety box tight in his hand. "You never asked me anything to do with this, I never lied!"

His voice echoed throughout the room, followed by heavy breaths that promised tears. Kurt looked down at the ground, a salty trail dropping down his cheek. Blaine silently put the box back into his pocket.

"I-" Blaine cleared his throat. "I meant it, Kurt. I never lied to you- about anything." the brunet refused to meet his eyes. "I love you, truthfully love you. I wouldn't make something like that up. When I said that I want to marry you, I meant it." he breathed the last three words, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

Kurt mumbled something, causing the prince to ask him to repeat it. "...I think you should leave." his voice was a clearer murmur.

Blaine stood there, debating on wether to reach out to the brunet or to head back to Dalton by himself. His eyes moved around the room in a nervous pace.

"Blaine, please," the younger begged, looking up just slightly. "Just give me some time to think about this."

A soundless hope fluttered into Blaine's heart and he nodded, his face undecided to either smile or frown. "Sure, I'll come and see you tomorrow, okay?" he took the silence of the room as a yes, and he felt himself nod. "I'll be here at noon, as usual." he tried to chuckle, but the sound was caught in his throat. Kurt's head bumped up and down an inch as he refused to meet the elders eyes.

Neither boy slept that night.

XxXxXxX

Blaine got up as soon as the sun raised the next morning, lazily getting dressed and sending slow, verbal goodbyes to the maids. He walked around Dalton until it was almost noon, then he walked down the familiar dirt path's of McKinley. His steps weren't happy and chipper as usual, instead they were a practised calm. He kept his fear hidden, forced it to the back of his mind.

When he arrived at his stop, he peered into the window. Kurt was standing there, his face buried into his dads shoulder. It wasn't hard to tell that he was crying. Finn and his mother, Carole, stood close by. Carole was stroking the shorter teen's back, Finn standing awkwardly at her side. For a moment, Blaine felt sad, felt guilty. He pushed those feeling back to be acquainted with his fear and knocked softly on the door. He heard a deep voice say something about being closed and he saw Kurt tense, but Blaine knocked again, a little louder.

Eventually, the boys father came and answered the door, leaving Kurt behind in the arms of his step-mother. "Can I help you?" he asked, voice gruff and demanding.

"Yes, you can. I am here looking for Kurt Hummel?" Blaine asked politely. Kurt flinched.

"Now isn't a great time, come back tomorrow."

"I don't think you understand, sir. I need to speak to him." he ended with an annoyed growl, but the man stood solid in front of him. Blaine sighed. "May I please just speak to Kurt alone for a second?" he watched the other shift in front of him.

"Kid woke up this morning, wouldn't tell any of us what's wrong. Do you have anything to do with this?"

The prince's eyebrows knitted together and his eyes shot themselves downwards, then quickly back up. "I don't think I do, sir. Maybe if you let me talk to him I could figure it out. I'm Blaine, by the way." he stuck out his hand, fake smile plastered on his face.

The man shook his hand firmly. "Burt Hummel, none of that sir business." he took a step away from the door and allowed Blaine to enter. "I'll be upstairs for now," he told Kurt, then whispered in his ear. "Come and get me if anything bad happens." his reply was a silent nod.

"So," Blaine started once everybody left, moving closer to the taller boy. "Are you ready to talk about this?"

Kurt swallowed, relaxing slightly. "Since I am calmer now, yes I am." he shifted his feet from side to side. "I am really flattered, Blaine, I am, but I cannot marry you. I'm going to be marrying Derek soon. I can't just leave him. His parents are already working long hours and he has so many siblings to take care of, he barely has enough to eat! He was going to move in with us and then everything would be so much better for his family and-"

"What if I gave him a house."

"What?"

Blaine cleared his throat and looked into the eyes of a startled Kurt. "What if I gave him and his family a bigger house, some money and a few jobs?"

"There is also the fact that I'm not in love with you-"

"You haven't given yourself a chance to be." Blaine concluded, wanting so badly to reach out and pull the confused brunet into hug. He decided to place a hand on Kurt's shoulder, but immediately it was shrugged off.

"I just- Blaine I can't do that to him." he looked on the verge of tears, eyes becoming glassy and voice becoming thick. Blaine sighed, frustrated.

"Get your dad." his voice was icy when he spoke, startling Kurt as he jumped slightly.

"W-what-?"

"Get your dad, I have something to discuss with him." Blaine pointed towards the staircase and Kurt got the hint as he hesitantly walked up the steps, though the small thuds coming from bare feet sounded annoyed. He came down again a few moments later, his father trailing behind him.

"Wanna tell me what this is about?" Burt asked, standing beside his son with Kurt holding limply onto his arm.

"Well, Mr. Hummel, I have called you down here to talk to you. I think it would be smart to tell you about my sudden-"

"Stupid." Kurt muttered.

"Proposal to your son- now before you get the wrong idea, I would like to say that I am completely in love with Kurt. He is, however, engaged as it is, right?"

Burt seemed frozen in his spot. His head shook slightly and he coughed. "Y-yeah, he's engaged. I won't have you stealing away my son just for your own gain!" he quickly added, patting Kurt on his shoulder as the brunet dropped his hand from his fathers arm and held the end of his shirt instead.

Blaine chuckled. "No, sir, stealing won't be necessary. Kurt here refuses to marry me, so I made up a deal, which he also declined. So how about this," he took a breath and looked Kurt in the eyes. "If you refuse to marry me, then I will have no choice but to take down your business and take you from your home." he spoke in a certain, clear voice. Kurt's eyes turned a fearful blue, his grip on his father shirt becoming loose and his arm falling to his side.

"Excuse me!" Burt rumbled, looking down at Blaine with an eyebrow raised. "Who do you think you are? You have no control over my house-"

"Actually, sir, I do. I'm from the Kingdom of Dalton, which in case you forgot, rules over your little town. Also, I happen to be next in line for king, so I have every right to kick you out of your own home." he finished with a cocky smile. Kurt looked like he was holding back tears, wether they be sad or angry, Blaine couldn't tell, and his father had a puzzled expression.

"You-" Burt cleared the lump in his throat. "You can't do that. My bakery is my shop and..." he trailed off and Blaine decided to speak again.

"You may keep your home if Kurt marries me."

"Kurt," Burt looked at the brunet. Kurt was paler than usual, looking worried and sick. "Please, buddy, you know what this place means to us. You'll still be able to- he'll be able to visit, right?"

"Of course, but he'll have to be under supervision."

Burt pulled his son into a tight, side hug, Kurt snuggling into the embrace. A hesitant kiss was placed on the top of his head. "Kurt," Burt said as the said teen buried himself further into his father shoulder. "Buddy, can I talk to you fro a moment?" Kurt nodded against him and the two Hummel's walked deeper into the bakery.

Blaine waited patiently, his posture straight and his mouth closed. It took ten minutes until he saw both the brunet and his father again, longer than he had expected, but Blaine didn't audibly complain. He watched as Burt gave a silent, forceful nod and looked at the floor, whispering. "Fine. He'll do it."

Kurt didn't sat anything. His back was hunched as white, dry streaks painted his cheeks.

XxXxXxX

The following week was one of the busiest Blaine has ever witnessed. Burt had to sign a contract, giving permission for his son to be wed, and if anything went wrong, his property would be taken away from him. Kurt signed it as well, quiet and with a look in his eyes that couldn't be distinguished.

He had let Kurt spend Tuesday with Derek, letting him explain his absence and why the two would be separating. Blaine stood twenty feet away from them both, but he could still see the dark look in the blond's eyes when he turned his way. Blaine walked closer and helped Kurt explain that Derek would be getting a new house for his family, and he would give all of the adults jobs. The man seemed okay with this as he grabbed Kurt by his hips and pulled him into a hug. The brunet sobbed softly into his chest. Blaine explained that Derek would be invited to the wedding, but he declined.

Kurt left his ex-fianc� with a drawn out kiss on the lips, and his old engagement ring threaded through chain, placed around his neck. Derek didn't see Kurt again after that.

On Wednesday, invitations were handed out and dressings were scheduled for later that evening. The Hummel's and Hudson's were attending, as well as Kurt's friends and everyone in Dalton could come.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday consisted of finishing up the planning (seeing as the current king and queen of Dalton had most of it sorted out since their second son was two). Colors were picked, yet the theme was traditional. Blaine had picked out sky blue and silver for the main colors, thinking that it would make his fianc�'s eyes sparkle. Five chefs were hired, as well as Kurt's weekend choir.

They celebrated their union on Sunday, an hour long ceremony and a five hour long dinner.

XxXxXxX

Kurt got ready with the help of a few maids, Rachel and Mercedes. He wore a white tunic, the sleeves ending at his elbows and made out of a wavy material that landed mid-thigh. His pants were tight and black, as usual, but this time they ended just below his knees. Flat, sky blue shoes were on his feet, matching the silk sash that was wrapped around his waist. His hair was combed out by Rachel. One of the kings men yelled into the room "five minutes!" and Kurt's friend's quickly kissed him on both of his cheeks before they left. The maids told him, exactly four minutes later, that he was to go out the door and walk down the aisle. Alone.

He kissed the ring on the chain necklace before heading towards the door, step after step until he was standing at the beginning of a smooth strip of fabric, making a path down a long hall.

XxXxXxX

The ceremony really wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Boring was a more accurate way to describe it. The brunet walked down the hall with his hands clasped together in front of him, hovering over his tummy. Blaine looked at him with admiration when the two met eyes, causing Kurt to blush and look away quickly. His fianc� had on black pants, same coloured shoes and a white dress shirt, with a sky blue flower in the pocket, half of the stem and all of it's petals showing.

The priest talked for most of the time, saying nothing about religion on Kurt's request. Blaine slid the band onto his finger easily, saying something that Kurt didn't even try to catch. He slid the other ring - they were no where near identical, Kurt's being shiny and full of crystal stone, while Blaine's was the same metal with an odd pattern etched into it - onto his soon to be husband's hand.

Then the priest told them that they are now together (death do us part) and that they may kiss. Their first press of lips felt odd to the brunet, seeing as he was used to Derek's brief and soft kisses. Blaine's lips were different. They were rougher in texture and it seemed as through Blaine was slightly more forceful. They broke apart only a few seconds later with a light smack, the whole building quiet. Kurt's blush only deepened when Blaine pulled him closer by the waist, their chests making contact, and desperately covered the brunet's mouth with his own.

Kurt was lost in the sound of the crowd suddenly clapping, cheering, his own palms coming up to rest flatly on Blaine's chest. His mind seemed undecided whether to cling onto the slightly older male, or push him away. He ended up leaving his hands limp where they already were.

When Blaine pulled away, he pecked the brunet's lips once more before pulling him completely against him and kissing his cheek, the group of people refusing to silence.

XxXxXxX

Kurt thought that dinner would have been terrible too. He had happily been reduced to being the teen in the corner who was surrounded by choir friends, instead of meeting his now in-laws. He talked with Quinn and Santana, who told him about their meeting with the prince. Mercedes and Rachel didn't say much, just openly listening in on the two skinny girls story. Brittany, Santana's girlfriend, told Kurt that he looked pretty, and the brunet replied with a thank you and a compliment in return.

Blaine came up behind him, grabbing at his arm, and pulled him away while Kurt was in the middle of a wilting conversation. The brunet was tense, but made himself relax under the hands that he had to get used to. "I want you to meet my family." Blaine announced in his ear, holding his husband closer. Kurt silently nodded.

Soon enough, the newlyweds were standing in front of a middle aged couple, dressed in what looked as expensive material. Kurt shyly stuck out his hand after Blaine introduced him. The queen shook his outstretched hand tenderly, different than the kings firm grip. There was another man there, younger than the two, who Kurt gave a timid smile to. His handshake had a protective vibe to it, strong and secure.

"This is my brother." Blaine explained from his side as said man dropped Kurt's hand. "Cooper, this is Kurt." Kurt smiled, genuinely, for the first time that evening.