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Kurtbastian Week 2012

Day 5— Bedtime Stories

an example of those who skip a day by accident and freak the fuck out

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The kingdom was in a fluster over the ball for Prince Finn to find a bride. Thousands of available maidens got into their best skirts and puffed themselves up, each knowing that the Prince will be so captivated by her that he will definitely choose her. All of their gossip and rumors and suggestions on how to catch his eye were the only talk for weeks.

Prince Kurt was glad. Since he wasn’t the eldest son any longer, he would be in a perpetual state of princedom and would never be expected to marry and produce an heir, like Finn. He was glad that Finn had to bear the brunt of it, even though he felt guilty. There was no way he could ever find a girl suitable for him, because girls in general weren’t suitable. But Finn himself was excited, so Kurt allowed himself to be happy that they were both happy.

His guard, Sebastian, would be with him through the evening of the ball, since social gatherings were the most likely time to draw in assassins. Kurt was also glad that he only needed one guard, since he wasn’t due to be king, where Finn needed dozens to keep an eye on him. Finn’s guards didn’t even treat him like they were friends— just there to protect him. At least he and Sebastian could grow closer, being just the two of them. And regardless of the way Sebastian goes about their friendship, Kurt was pleased with it. Kurt never really had friends, being the prince and all, so he took what he could get.

But he didn’t expect Sebastian to hold out his hand in imitation of the eligible boys out on the floor for him. “Well? It’s not like any of the girls are going to ask you at this ball; they’re all busy mooning over your brother,” he smirked, eyes dancing in the lamplights scattered around. “It would be terrible for your reputation to not have someone ask you to dance, Prince.”

Kurt glanced around, catching Finn with a blonde in a powder blue dress and his father belly-laughing with the Queen, and scores of couples dancing. He was right— not a one of the girls wasn’t eying Finn with determination.

“I suppose you’re right.” He took the hand and they stepped into the crowd. Kurt had never been taught to follow before, but Sebastian instantly fell into lead, so he tried to take note from the women around him. Eventually, he got close, allowing Sebastian to move him where he liked. No one looked at them oddly, like Kurt had expected, but then that wasn’t strange. Everyone knew that Kurt and Sebastian had grown close since the knight had been assigned to defend Kurt as soon as he was trained enough at fifteen.

By the next song, Finn was dancing with a tan-skinned girl, possibly a servant but with a beautiful ruffled red gown. She couldn’t have been one, though she did look bored out of her mind, as if she’d been ordered to dance with the Prince by her mother or father.

He and Sebastian never broke to find different partners, though Finn did each song, sometimes more than once. They flowed with the tempo of each note from the musicians as Kurt grew more comfortable. As he watched Finn, since he was the center of attention after all, it seemed that he’d chosen to dance with one girl more than one time, a terribly, terribly short brunette who shoved her way to the front of the throng of eager girls to insist Finn dance with her though he had other maidens to tend to.

By the early hours of the morning, many had gone home exhausted, but the royal family and their help were expected not to retire through the party. Even so, Kurt and Sebastian had long ago sat down and asked a servant for water, simply watching Finn get through the last gaggle of tired girls.

“I’ve been told to stay in your room, tonight. After a ball there are always crazy drunk people about.” Sebastian said over his glass. Kurt just nodded— they’ve roomed together before, after parties. But Sebastian never slept; he wasn’t allowed.

Finn is still dancing with the insistent girl when Burt came to tell Kurt he could go to bed. So Kurt went to his room, Sebastian following casually, and turned into the connected washroom. Sebastian was already in the chair beside his bed when he came out in his nightclothes. The other boy was always there for him, a constant presence since Kurt turned fourteen.

Just as, when he woke in the late afternoon, he found Sebastian watching him. “You must be tired.” Kurt said, stretching. “I was going to sleep for a little while longer— and I’m sure there are guards posted outside my door. Why don’t you get some rest with me?”

“And disobey direct orders? Don’t be silly, Prince.” Sebastian said, loud enough for anyone in the hall to hear him through the wall. He then sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed and stripped off only his boots before ducking under the covers.

He and Kurt fell asleep wrapped up together until well past dinnertime, warmed by the setting sun, and undisturbed because of guards Puckerman and Chang outside. They were ravenously hungry in the middle of the night, sneaking down to the kitchens, but it was worth it to catch up on lost sleep.

There was not a moment’s surprise or confusion from the public that Kurt never found a nice girl to marry, or why Sebastian was never replaced by a younger, more fit guard as the two grew older.

(Source: sincerelytumb1r)