Blaine did not become aware of the fact that he was holding the mysterious knight's hand until they had walked several paces down the corridor outside the meeting room of the Hummel Kingdom knights. He flushed lightly and dropped the boy's hand. Almost as soon as he'd let go, Christopher took it up again. Blaine looked at him, quite a mixture of confusion and amuse on his face. Christopher merely graced him with a delicate closed mouth smile. Blaine felt his heart flutter. What was with this mysterious boy? And why was he meant to put him in the prince's room?

"Your king is very kind," Christopher spoke after a few moments of silence. Instinctively, Blaine gave his hand a small squeeze and the mysterious knight turned his head to look at him curiously. "He must be loved by all his people." That brought a smile to Blaine's face.

"Indeed he is. But he is full of sorrow, despite his outwardly happy persona," he replied, taking an easy left and pulling Christopher along with him. The young knight frowned and lifted his free hand to fix a strand of hair that had flopped into his face from his perfect hairdo. "You are very feminine for a knight," Blaine said, changing the subject. He knew that Christopher was probably well aware of the king's sorrow and did not feel as though he had to elaborate. Another delicate closed mouth smile graced Christopher's face and Blaine felt his heart flutter yet again. What was with this boy?

Christopher seemed to think out his words carefully as they turned yet another corner. Blaine did not say anything. He let the other take his time. "I am not attracted to females," were the first words out of Christopher's mouth. Blaine felt his heart skip a beat. Had he heard right? This young knight was gay, such as himself. Did that mean he might just have a chance? Oh dear. Why was he even thinking about this? He scolded himself in his head. "And I do prefer looking fashionable. Of course, that is not really a very easy task when one is a knight," Christopher went on. Sir Anderson had to agree. When you were a knight you had to look like everyone else. "Though I will say that I have the shiniest armor of all." That caused Blaine to laugh and he came to a stop in front of a set of double doors.

"That you do Sir Colfer." Christopher smiled lightly at him and dropping the other's hand, raised his to place on Blaine's shoulder. A shiver went up the other knight's spine as he felt the warm grasp connect to his body. He wanted nothing more at that very moment than to kiss Christopher.

"Please, I was under the impression that we were friends," Christopher said. Blaine's breath caught in his throat. Those words meant something to him. He had hardly known this knight and already he was calling him his friend. He wondered if Christopher could ever want him the way he wanted Christopher. But than he realized that he had not told Christopher that like him, he was not attracted to the female population. He opened his mouth and closed it again, realizing it was rude to talk when someone else clearly wasn't finished speaking. "Call me Christopher," if you will, he said.

Oddly enough a weird thought went right through Blaine's mind as he regained his senses and placed a hand on the doorknob of one of the two doors they were standing in front of. I'd much rather call you Kurt. He had no idea why that had flickered through his mind. He didn't know what the missing prince looked like and had know way of knowing whether there was a real possibility that Christopher was really the prince despite the fact that his history seemed to comply with that of Kurt's. Instead, he gave a light nod of his head.

A moment of silence passed between them as Blaine turned the knob of the door and pushed it open. "Well, here you are Christopher. This is Prince Kurt's room. Or it was. Apologies if it resembles the room of an eight year old. No one has set foot in here since he disappeared so it has remained almost as if it has been frozen in time," he said. Christopher stepped into the room. It had a high ceiling and a very large four-poster canopy. Every toy an eight-year-old boy could want was stored neatly in the vast room. Another set of double doors lead to a closet. A third lead to a bathroom. This room was larger than a two-bedroom apartment. Despite Kurt having been a boy, there were unmistakably toys and things that would have belonged to a little girl. Signs that he was not exactly a straight kid.

Blaine turned from the doorway, intending to leave Christopher to settle in and head to the west tower, at which he was scheduled for guard duty shortly. But Christopher's delicate voice stopped. "Wherever are you going Blaine?" he asked. The sweet nature of the question was enough to fill Blaine's stomach with butterflies. He slowly turned back to face him. Christopher was standing a few paces inside the room, hands clasped neatly behind his back, watching him with a look that seemed so much like a look of longing. Unless the knight was misinterpreting the expression. He didn't know Christopher well enough to read him yet.

The eighteen-year-old stepped closer to the doorway and sighed gently. How he wanted badly to kiss this other. Christopher was so incredibly beautiful. But would he welcome it? He tried to appear put together and smiled lightly. "I have to go to the west tower. I'm due for guard duty." Christopher looked as though he had been punched in the stomach and Blaine felt badly for him. He didn't want to leave Christopher anymore than Christopher appeared to want him to.

Just than, a page showed up and bowed. "Many apologies for the interruption Sir Anderson," he said to Blaine. He nodded his head to Christopher, not knowing the other's name. "But his highness has asked me to tell you that you are relieved of duties for the week in order to make sure our guest is adapting well." Christopher looked as though Christmas had come early and Blaine had to try his hardest not to give the page the same expression. Instead, he nodded his thanks. The page bowed again and hurried off down the hall.

"Well," Christopher said as the page disappeared. He took several steps forward so that he was within arms reach of Blaine. "I guess that solves that issue." Another delicate closed mouth smile graced his face and he held out his hand, which Blaine noted he'd removed the glove from. His heart felt as though it were about to stop as he lifted his own hand to place in the other's. Oh how their hands seemed to fit ever so perfectly together. Again, Blaine was glad he was wearing his gloves. The last thing he wanted was for Christopher to feel the sweat that was once more covering his palms. The other knight gently pulled Blaine into the room and into his embrace. Blaine kicked the door of the room shut, not hard enough to slam it but enough to close it firmly.

Not a word was spoken for several seconds. Christopher moved backwards, stepping ever closer to the prince's bed, which had been untouched for ten years. He pulled Blaine along with him, all the while keeping that delicate closed mouth smile on his face. The look was making the young knight melt over and over again. He couldn't help it. He hardly knew Christopher but he was already falling in love with this beautiful boy. If it so happened that it turned out he was Prince Kurt, there would probably be some controversy and Blaine knew that he would have to take the dilemma to the king. He didn't want Burt to find rage in the fact that his youngest knight was in love with his son. But at the moment, it was not proven that Christopher was really Kurt and so Blaine allowed those thoughts to soar right out of his head as Christopher pulled him along.

There was a gentle bumping motion as all too soon and not soon enough, the back of Christopher's knees hit the bed. Without missing a beat the young knight allowed himself to fall back on the mattress pulling Blaine with him so that the other was straddling him, looking down at the beautiful creature beneath him. Christopher reached up his free hand and ran it down Blaine's cheek. Blaine shivered at the touch.

"You are too gorgeous to be just a knight," Christopher said. Blaine was taken aback by the comment but was pleased at the same time. He turned his head so that his lips could place gentle kisses in the caress of the other's hand. The smile on Christopher's face only lit more at the feel of Blaine's lips on his hand. He traced a finger over them, wanting to feel them on his own.

"I could say the same thing about you," Blaine replied aware of how breathless he sounded. A flush covered the already naturally rosy cheeks of the boy beneath him. He wanted to feel skin on skin suddenly and inwardly cursed the many layers of a knight's attire. It didn't help that with both of them being knight's it was double the layers to get to the skin. He wondered if the rest of Christopher's body was just as milky white and pale as his beautiful face. Blaine couldn't take it any longer. He dropped his face lower, bringing them within kissing distance. "I want to kiss you," he whispered in his breathless voice.

Christopher smiled yet again. His smile could really light up a whole room. The young knight melted all over again and found himself falling deeper in love with this mysterious boy. "Than kiss me," Christopher whispered back. That was the only green light Blaine needed before he closed the distance and sealed his lips to Christopher's.

Stars went off in Blaine's head as his lips moved with the other's. His eyes shut almost immediately. One of his hands graced up Christopher's side and came to rest on his pale cheek. The other wrapped itself firmly around the boy's slender waist, pulling his body closer, an awkward sort of feeling what with all the armor between the two of them. Christopher allowed the hand that he had rested on Blaine's cheek to creep up into the knight's gelled hair. His other hand rested on Blaine's back, pressing gently against it to increase the closeness of their bodies. He moaned into the kiss. The simple sound sent Blaine's entire body on fire and he licked out his tongue, begging entrance into the other's mouth. Christopher obliged and Blaine allowed his tongue to explore and taste the wonderfulness that was the inside of the other's mouth.

Just as Blaine's body was crying out to take things further, there was as sudden knock on the door. The two of them jumped and Blaine scrambled to his feet, just in time to see the king entering the room. The knight bowed hastily and Christopher sat up, tongue sliding ever so delicately across his swollen lips. Blaine wondered how the hell the other had the guts to do something like that in front of the king. But Burt seemed not to notice. He gave Blaine a nod of the head, which the knight took to mean he was allowed to rise.

"As I am sure you know by now Sir Colfer, this was my son's room," Burt said. Christopher gave a nod of his head. "I want you to make yourself at home. I want you to be comfortable. You will not sleep in the knight's quarters. I won't hear of it." Burt gave his head a sharp shake and that was when Blaine realized that Burt did indeed believe that Christopher was really his missing son. He was going to make an attempt to treat him as such without appearing that he was.

"Wouldn't that be seen as unfair to the other knights, your highness?" Christopher asked. Blaine wanted to kiss him again. He was very unselfish. The king smiled rather shortly and took a few steps forward.

"Perhaps, but you are not one of my knights and I will treat you as any other guest in this castle, only more so. As such," he paused and looked at Blaine. "Sir Anderson, you are to stay with him at all times, including sleeping hours. You've been promoted to his personal guard." That threw Blaine for a loop and he opened his mouth to say something but the king smiled and went on. "Good day to you both." Without another word, he turned and left the room, shutting the doors behind him.

"What exactly do you suppose that was about?" Christopher asked, stunned into silence for a few moments.

Blaine turned and looked at him. "Correct me if I'm wrong but I do believe he thinks you're really his missing son."