One upon a time, in a far away kingdom there lived a prince, by the name of Blaine Everett. He was the youngest son of the king, King Anderson. King Anderson and Queen Anderson where very conserned when it came to the prince's 18th birthday, he hadn't layed an eye on princess, and he had not married yet. Had there not been a fair enough princess in the land? They had assumed that if they made a line of princess to meet the prince, there would be one who was the fairest. But it just didn't work! Nothing did, out of all the princesses, nothing! They had even called princess Santana, Rachel and Quinn. So they had a new plan, maybe the fairest of the land was not yet a princess? Just a fair maden. So they made a new plan, they would fill the guest room with 20 mattresses as a bed, they placed a tiny pea under the bottom one. For only the fairest in the land would feel the pea. Nights pasted without a trace of a visitor untill a princess appeared at the door. There was a knock, the queen ran to the door with a smile and opened it.

"Hello, Queen," the girl smiled, with a trace of sadness.

"I was wondering if I could spend the night, it's very windy and I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to my home," the queen nodded and led the way to the guest room, giving the girl a fresh pair of clothes.

In the morning the queen asked the girl how she slept, she replied, "just great, thank you," and smiled.

This was certainly was not the fairest girl. Months had pasted and so had helf of the kingdom, no one. Intill a boy appeared at the door. The queen smiled thinging it was another girl, and answered.

"Hello," a boy of soaked clotes said, he shivered. "May I borrow some clothes and a room to sleep, just for tonight? It's terriblly wet outside."

The queen opened her mouth to reply, fearing the reply wasn't going to be good the prince stepped interupted, "Of course," he grinned. The boy smiled, prince Blaine led him to the room, handing him clothes and a blanket.

"Why, thank you prince Everett," the boy said, greatfully.

The prince smiled, "it's no bother, you may call me Blaine, if you like." The boy's breath caught, "o-ok, pr- Blaine," he studdered. "I'm Kurt Elizabeth, you may call me Kurt," he continued, looking into Blaine's creamy eyes. "Ok, Kurt." And with that, the prince went to bed.

The next morning arrived with a smile on the prince's face. Kurt had made his way down the stairs when the prince asked him, "how did you sleep?" He replied with a grumpy, "not so well. I felt as if there was something under the covers."

The king fumed. "You shall get out of my kingdom!" He screamed at innocent Kurt, Blaine came to his rescue. "Father! What has got into you?" The King saw it in Blaine's eyes, he loved this boy. "Both of you, out!" He ordered. "What?" The prince asked, confused. "Out!" With that the prince and the boy ran away to a small kingdom called, "Lima," got married and had lots of family, the end.