“Blaine, please! If you would just listen-”
“I can’t - you saw what I did to Tina. Here is the only place I’m safe.”
Kurt shivered, his gaze tracing the shining buttresses, arches, and candelabras of ice. It was a testement to how much Blaine had been hiding from them all. Kurt had tried - for years, in fact, as a servant in the royal houshold - to break through to Blaine. And yes, he had often wondered about Blaine’s gloves; about the particular way his mother and father kept him hidden and secret from the staff…
But Kurt had been bold - he had snuck through the vents and secret passageways until he found the one to Blaine’s chambers, and they had grown close, closer than Kurt had dared to hope, until the death of Blaine’s parents at sea.
After that he had been shut out; the passage held tight from the inside with nails and twine.
It had broken his heart.
In the three years since then he’s seen Blaine twice. Once at night, in the hall outside his parents’ room, and again this afternoon at the coronation for their people. Tina, Blaine’s personal guard, had argued with him and he had lashed out when she had kept his gloves.
The whole world knew Blaine’s powers now, but Kurt wasn’t afraid. On the contrary it made Kurt love him more. If Blaine could create such beauty and yet live in fear, what could he create if he lived in love?
But Blaine couldn’t see that, he knew. It was written on his face; in his bunched shoulders and outstretched hands. Carving itself into rivulets of dark fear spiking through the castle of ice.
Kurt needed a plan.
“Blaine?” he said, finally. “Let me love you?”
And Blaine broke for one moment, his eyes great moons, before the mask of uncertainty slammed home again.
“How…how can I? I’m…” Blaine stammered, his hands dropping just slightly.
“I…let me try?” Kurt asked, and stepped forward.