A/N: I know I should be updating but the idea gnomes were eating my brain. There is no racism intended, I swear.

Summary: Angel is a prince. He ends up falling in love with a servant, Collins. But what happens when the affair is found out? Does love really conquer all? Or does it just stay with the fleeting moment it is found?

Disclaimer: I don't own RENT. There. I said it. Can we move on?

Angel sighed. He hated having to sit there while his father, the King, listened to all the people talk to him about the problems with the kingdom. One of the servants entered the room and he smiled at the young prince. Angel felt his heart flutter a little but smiled back. He didn't know his name, but it didn't matter. He liked girls. Or that's what he had always told himself.

xXx

Tom Collins kept his eyes on Angel as he pushed the swinging door and ran into Maureen, the chef. She raised an eyebrow at the man on the floor.

"I was just looking, Maureen. I know the rules. 'Look but don't touch,'" he said looking back at the door as he brushed himself off. She smiled at him and brushed his shoulder.

"I just don't you to end up like Ali," she brought up the last person who had flirted with Angel, who had been fired.

"I won't," he held up his hand in a Boy Scout manner. "I promise."

xXx

Angel spooned up the last of his Ice cream and a hand came around and took the bowl. He looked up to see the mysterious man smile and stalk off to the kitchen.

I have to find out who he is, the young Latino thought. He waited until the man was out of ear shot before asking his parents who he was.

"His name is Tom, but I think he goes by Collins," his mother answered.

He mumbled his name and then excused himself to his room. Angel was almost to his door when he ran into a person.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to," the man apologized. He looked up and smiled as he saw Collins.

"It's no problem, Collins. It was my fault. I wasn't watching where I was going."

Collins remained silent, unsure how to act. His stomach felt a little funny, and he doubted it was from dinner, but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

"Um, so did you grow up around here?" Angel asked in a feeble attempt to make small talk. He was tired but he didn't want to let the intriguing man slip through his fingers.

"Not really. I moved out here after my parents died. I didn't like all the sympathy I was getting." He saw the confusing look Angel gave him. "They were abusive."

He had the urge to reach out and put a comforting hand on Collins' shoulder, but resisted. "I'm so sorry. I never could see how parents could ever hurt their children. Their so small and precious," he cooed.

Collins smiled at seeing the softer side of the handsome Prince. They ended up talking in the hallway, tucked into an alcove so no one would see, for another few hours.

"Do you want to come into my room? I don't feel like having my parents ask what I was doing in the hall with 'the help,'" Angel mocked the way his father had always sneered the word.

"Um," Collins looked around. "Sure. Why not?"

They entered the room and Collins looked around, wide eyed. The place was huge! It had a massive bed, a large armoire, and about a dozen large cases of books. Plus an oversized set of couch and chairs surrounding a glowing fireplace. Angel walked over and flopped down on the red couch. Collins opted for one of the chairs.

"Do you want to know something?" Angel asked after a few moments of a not awkward silence. He felt he could trust him now. They may have only known each other for a few hours, but it felt as if they had been friends forever.

"Sure," Collins responded a little worried at the slight nervousness that he caught in his new friend's voice.

"I think I might be gay," he whispered his confession.

"That's okay. I am too," he shot back.

Angel shot up from his laying position to a sitting one. "I didn't see that one coming."

Collins moved from the chair to the space between Angel and the arm of the couch. He chuckled softly. "No one does. I don't give of a strong gay vibe," he said earning a giggle from the smaller man. He looked up and into the warm brown eyes that made his heart flutter and stomach do flip flops. He didn't realize he was leaning in very slowly.

Collins' mind raced. He's the Prince! You can't do this! But those lips look so soft! Damn, they really do! Go ahead; he's really not that bad looking. And those eyes!

He closed the small distance between them and finally knew how soft those lips really were. He felt a pair of arms sneak around his neck and hold him closer. They finally pulled apart. Collins marveled at the color Angel's skin was in the gold fire light and Angel tried to not lose himself in those warm brown eyes.

"Tom?" Collins reacted to the use of his first name.

"Yeah?"

"S-stay," Angel stuttered. He led him to the bed and pulled the sheets around them. He curled himself in into the larger man. Angel smiled as a soft kiss was planted behind his earlobe. He felt relief as consciousness was taken from him.

He was too asleep to hear Collins whisper "I love you, Angel Schunard."

Before you ask, yes I know things are moving fast, but it did in the show. And I will work the other bohos in, how? I'm not sure. And I will up the rating later.