So this is definitely the end. For realsies.
I was going to have some kind of epilogue type thingy, but this just seems so... I don't know, final.
So I figured I'd just end it here.
Ooh, and all you perverts will be happy to know that I end with some smut.
Well... love-making really. But still :)

Anyhoo, some reviews would be just dandy. No one's forcing you, but yeah.

And, and very obvious reasons, I don't own Glee. I'm not allowed to have that kind of power. Anymore...

The Prince and the Servant Part Three

His Majesty, Prince Blaine, was in trouble. After running out of his own engagement banquet, his parents, the King and Queen, were deeply disappointed in him. They were confused by his unusual behaviour and demanded an explanation, but Blaine wasn't sure if he could answer them honestly.

"Do tell us what came over you," the King demanded, sat in his chair in the largest drawing room. "To run out of such an important gathering without reason is simple preposterous."

"And in the midst of a dance with your wife-to-be," the Queen added disapprovingly. "Poor Rachel was ever so upset. Why ever would you put her through such humiliation?"

Blaine stood by the fireplace, his arm lent up against the mantle. He sighed and looked down at the burning embers, trying and failing to think of a way to explain himself.

"I have already said my apologies to Miss Berry," he finally said.

"It is all well and good to apologise for your behaviour, son," said the King seriously. "But that does not go anywhere towards explaining it."

The Queen rose from her seat and went to stand behind her husband's chair. She looked over at her son with a worried expression.

"Blaine, darling, you have been acting rather strangely as of late," she said. "Since your engagement was announced you've been so quiet and distant. I see the way you look when you think no one has noticed; you look so sad, so very disappointed. Your father and I only want to know why."

Blaine continued to stare into the fire. He was surprised that he hadn't been able to hide his true feelings as well as he had thought, but he just couldn't think of any way of explaining himself. How was he supposed to explain to his mother and father that he did not want to marry without giving away the true reason why? As much as he would just love to scream it from the rooftops, he still felt a painful sting of fear when he thought about what his parents would think of him if they knew that he was in love with another man.

He tried to remember all that he had told Kurt that night – that what they had was not sinful, for love as true as theirs could never be wrong. He should not have to feel ashamed of his own feelings. He had to push his fear aside and just tell the truth. The sooner he confessed, the sooner he could leave this wretched palace. He and Kurt could run away and then they would be happy. All he had to do was be honest.

"The truth is," he said quietly, still looking into the fire. "I do not want to get married. I do not want this life."

The King scoffed. "What the devil are you talking about, Blaine?"

"I'm not happy, Father," Blaine said, feeling hollow. "None of this makes me happy."

"You are to follow in my footsteps," said the King incredulously. "You are to be the future ruler of the kingdom, and yet this does not make you happy?"

"And why would you not want to marry Rachel Berry?" said the Queen. "She is such a delightful girl, and she cares for you so. I fail to see what could possibly be making you so unhappy, dear. This is the life you've always wanted."

"No," said Blaine, finally turning to face his parents. "This is the life that you wanted for me. I have had no say in any of this. I don't want to be King!"

There was a few seconds of silence, where Blaine's outburst seemed to echo through the large, candlelit room. His parents stared at him as if he had lost his mind, before his father finally spoke up.

"You cannot be serious," he said slowly.

"I am," Blaine said defiantly. "I don't want any of this. I don't want to be King and, as lovely as she is, I don't want to marry Miss Berry. I don't want this life that you have planned out for me. It all makes me so miserable."

The Queen looked saddened by this, but the King's expression was quite unreadable.

"What does make you happy then?" the Queen asked.

"I'm happiest when I'm making music," Blaine said. "I'm happiest when I'm singing and playing my piano and writing songs, and I am at my very happiest when I'm with Kurt..."

"Who?" his mother said, confused.

"Kurt Hummel," Blaine said quietly, looking at his hands.

The Queen chuckled slightly. "Hummel? You mean the blacksmiths' son?"

Blaine nodded, and the Queen chuckled to herself some more. Finally his father said "Why are you spending time with a servant?"

"He's my... my friend," Blaine said awkwardly.

He so wanted to say that Kurt was a lover, but the way his father starred at him was worrying. His mother was still clearly not taking him seriously.

"You are friends with a servant," she said, giggling. "How quaint, darling. And it's sweet that music is such a fulfilling pastime for you. But I fail to see why this should prevent you for getting married, unless you would like us to invite your little friend to the service."

Blaine frowned and looked down at his feet just so he wouldn't have to glare at his mother. He wished she would not laugh at him, and he wished that he could tell what his father was thinking. Finally the King spoke, and Blaine was heartbroken by his stern words.

"Blaine, I have had enough of this folly. You will get married to Rachel Berry, and you will be King after me. I care not that you don't want to, just as I care not that you would rather be making music with that servant boy. You are to do as you are told and that is final."

"But, Father, I..."

"Do not argue with me."

"But, Father, I don't want to marry her..."

"I said do not argue with me, Blaine!"

Blaine could feel the rage and frustration building up inside himself, and quickly left the room before he said anything he would later regret. As was now the usual whenever he needed his spirits lifted, he went down to the servants' quarters and knocked on Kurt's door. Some of his anger faded away when his lover answered and let him in, but not all of it.

"Blaine, what's wrong?" Kurt asked, sounded worried. "Blaine, my love, you are shaking. What happened?"

Blaine sat down on the bed, Kurt quickly taking a seat by his side. He could feel tears burning his eyes but tried his best to hold his emotions back.

"I don't want to be here anymore," he said quietly. "I can't be here... my parents, they know that I do not want to get married but they are forcing me. My father is forcing me to live this miserable life of his choosing."

Kurt wrapped his arm around his lover, unsure of what to say to comfort him. Blaine resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and they held each other in silence for a while.

"We have to go," Blaine said finally. "We have to leave this horrid place, Kurt. Just you and I. Just like we planned."

He felt Kurt hold him tighter, before letting him go quite unexpectedly. Blaine looked up and saw that Kurt looked as though he was about to cry himself.

"Blaine," he whispered. "You know that I love you, and you know that I would love nothing more than to run away with you and have everything that we planned, but... I can't."

"Why not?" Blaine said, his chest tightening. "What's changed?"

A single tear ran down Kurt's cheek, and Blaine took both his hands and squeezed them.

"It's my father," Kurt said. "He is sick. The doctor says it's his heart. He's not as strong as he used to be and needs me to look after him. You are love of my life, Blaine – my forever – but I love my father dearly and I am all he has in the world. I cannot leave him, not now."

Kurt finally gave into his tears, crying openly. Blaine gathered him up in his arms, wiping the tears from his cheeks and kissing the top of his head. He let Kurt cry against his shoulder, cry out all his sorrow, and didn't speak until he was sure that Kurt had calmed down.

"It's all going to be fine," he said softly. "Don't worry yourself."

"I am so sorry, Blaine," Kurt whispered. "I am so, so sorry."

"No, sweetheart, don't apologise," Blaine insisted. "I understand why you can't come away with me and I'm not angry with you. Far from it. If anything, this just makes me love you even more."

Kurt raised his head from Blaine's shoulder, wiping away his tears. "How?"

"You are so compassionate, Kurt," said Blaine gently. "You're so loyal and loving, and it's so admirable the way that you care your father."

"Well, we only have each other," said Kurt. "He took care of me after Mother past away, so it's only fair that I now look after him in return. I mean, we are so close and I tell him everything... I even told him about you actually."

Blaine laughed before he could stop himself, unsure of how he felt.

"And what did you tell him about me exactly? What did he make of me?"

Kurt smiled, his cheeks becoming slightly rosier. "Well, he knows that I have never once been attracted to a woman, and he accepts that of me. He is so pleased that there is finally someone in my life to love me as I love them, to love me they way I deserve. He's just surprised that that person is the Prince."

They both chuckled.

"I envy you in that respect, sweetheart," said Blaine. "I wish that I had someone to confide in. I wish that I could have such a relationship with my father as you have with yours. I don't think I have ever experienced such acceptance. I tried to tell my parents about us, but I just couldn't. My mother laughed at me when I just said that I was friends with you, and my father... he didn't even use your name. You were just 'that servant boy' to him. I cannot even describe the way he looked at me, and I just couldn't admit what I really wanted to say. I wanted to tell them that I cannot marry Miss Berry because I am in love with you, but Mother would probably just think it was a joke and Father... I dread to think what he would do."

Blaine frowned, and Kurt cupped his face and kissed his cheek softly to make him smile.

"I think you were right before," said Blaine, holding Kurt's hand against his face. "It is the next life that is for us, not this one. Too much is coming between us. We have no way of getting out of any of this, so we should just accept it. You will look after your father, and I... I will marry Rachel Berry and be King."

He could no longer hold back his tears, and Kurt wiped them away with his thumb.

"Maybe when you are King," he said with a sad smile. "You could pass a law that makes it acceptable for two men to marry if they are in love."

They both laughed, and Blaine lent forward to kiss his lover softly on the lips. They looked deep into each other's eyes once they separated, their foreheads pressed together and their noses grazing.

"I must make just one request of you though," Kurt whispered.

"Anything, sweetheart."

"Make love to me, Blaine. Make love to me properly, just once, just so that we are each other's completely before we must part."

Words had failed Blaine, so he answered with another kiss. Their kiss started off slow and gentle, but soon became harder and more passionate. They were pulling at each other's clothes, their hands roaming all over each other's bodies as if they were trying to memorise each other. Soon they were both nude and breathless, they're hot bodies burning against each other. Blaine positioned himself between Kurt's legs and sucked on his fingers to get them as wet as possible, before very tentatively pushing one of them into Kurt's opening. Kurt hissed and shut his eyes, holding tightly onto Blaine's arm.

"Am I hurting you?" Blaine said, nervously.

"Yes... no... just – just go slowly," Kurt stuttered.

Blaine nodded and continued, pushing his finger further inside Kurt slowly, trailing kisses down his lover's neck to relax him. He moved his finger in and out until Kurt's uncomfortable whimpers became quiet moans of pleasure and, encouraged by this, he added and second finger and scissored them to stretch Kurt out further. Kurt's moans became louder and more desperate as Blaine increased the speed of his movements.

"Oh, Blaine..." he sighed. "I'm... I'm ready for you..."

Blaine smiled and removed his fingers, positioning himself at Kurt's opening. He caught Kurt's lips in a hard kiss as he pushed himself in very, very slowly. Kurt gasped at the intrusion, but encouraged Blaine not to stop until he was completely inside him.

"Oh... oh my God," Kurt panted.

Blaine chuckled breathlessly. "I know."

They began to move, slowly and tentatively, kissing each other and moaning into each other's mouths as they steadily got faster. Kurt wrapped his legs around Blaine's hips as their speed increased and their moans and grunts and sighs became even louder and more desperate. They were so completely lost in each other, in this ecstasy and this heavenly pleasure. Their names were whispered against each other's lips as they moved their hips in a frantic rhythm. Kurt cried out loudly as Blaine managed to hit this magical spot inside him. His fingernails dug into his lover's back as he begged for more, and Blaine was only too happy to oblige. The bed was moving with them, their cries getting louder and louder, and it would not have been surprising if the entire palace could hear them. But Blaine was past caring. All he cared about was Kurt – the way his shaft was being squeezed so deliciously as he thrust into his lover, Kurt's hot, sweaty skin against his, the beautiful noises that he was making, everything. It was all far too soon before the intense pleasure became too much. Their release came in unison, crashing over them, the both of them clinging to each other and trembling as they cried out.

They cleaned themselves up with what little energy they had left and lay under the sheets together, their arms around each other. They drowsily kissed and looked into each other's eyes, knowing that this was the last time they would ever be this close. Blaine had fresh tears in his eyes that were threatening to escape, but they were tears of joy. This may have been goodbye, but he was so happy that he and Kurt had been able to give themselves so entirely to each other before the end. Their hearts would always belong to each other now. He knew that he could never forget this moment, that nothing would ever compare to this, to laying beside his Kurt after having just made love to him. It would be difficult to move on with his life, but he would get through it on the memories and the fact that he had once been lucky enough to meet an angel, one of God's most perfect creations.

Blaine knew that he would meet Kurt again in the next life. He would spend forever looking for him, and then one day something would happen to trigger the memories and the feelings in his future incarnation's mind and that would be it. He would be moved, and he would say to himself "Oh, there you are..."

In the next life.

Yeah, I totally didn't make myself squee with that ending.
No way.
That would be egotisical.
And mad.
*ahem*

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed Ye Olde Klaine Love, Humble Readers :D

xxx