Kurt was kneeling on the staircase, cleaning the floor with a towel. He exsuasted himself cleaning the whole mansion. He could barely moved, and felt as if he was about to pass out. Again. He sighed as he heard the sound of footsteps towards him. It was his step brother, Jermiah.
"Are you done?" Jermiah asked harshley. He inspected the floor with suspicious eyes.
"What?" Kurt asked bluntly.
Jermiah glared at him and grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Kurt squeaked at the blunt force.
"You should know your place." He whispered manicingly, before letting go and shoving Kurt to the ground.
Kurt winced at the action.
"You are dismissed, fortunately for you, I am meeting with the prince tomorrow." Jermiah snarled.
Kurt's eyes widened.
Jermiah smirked. " that's right. " He said. " Now get to bed!" He yelled. Kurt quickly limped to his room.
"I hope whoever this prince is knows what he's getting into." Kurt sighed. He fell asleep right when his head hit the pillow.
***
The next morning, Kurt woke up at percisely six to go to hose the garden.
The water was off, so he had to go in the terrace to turn it on.
When he reached the hose switch he noticed the two boys. Kurt stifled a gasp. The prince had a charming smile and dazling eyes, but kurt was gasping at the enormous amount of hair product in his hair.
Jermiah noticed Kurt over the Prince's shoulder. He glared with hatred at Kurt. Kurt gulped and sneaked back to the garden.
He was hosing the garden when a squirrell came up to him.
"Hi Kurt!" It said.
"Hi Chandler." Kurt said, leaning down to pat Chandler's fur. Chandler nudged his head towards Kurt happily.
"Can you sing for me today?" Chandler asked.
"I am so sorry, I can't. Jermiah and the prince is having dinner. " He said quietly.
"You could escape." Chandler said, sadly knowing the answer.
"I can't. Jermiah would find me, and then it'll be even worse. Plus, Burt's in a coma, I have to keep working to pay off the medical fees." Kurt said sadly.
"Oh, Kurtsie Kurt." Chandler said, shaking his head.
"You know, the other prince is in the city too." Chandler said.
"Oh really." Kurt said, distracted by watering the flowers.
"Yes." Chandler said, hopping closer to Kurt. " His name is Sebastian Smythe. He's looking for his true love." He said.
"How sweet." Kurt said. " I hope he finds the lucky girl."
"He's gay too." The squirrell said.
Kurt looks suspiciously at Chandler, who smiled inncently.
"Well, I hope he finds the lucky guy." Kurt said.
By this time, Jermiah came storming into the garden, crushing all the grass and possibly flowers in his way if Kurt hadn't saved those.
"What. Is. Wrong. With. You!" Jermiah yelled. "Keep your porcelain face out of this!" He snapped a formation.
Kurt held in a laugh. But then Jermiah slapped him.
There was a resounding sound, then silence except for Jermiah's deep breathing.
Yes, Jermiah had shoved him and forced him to work all day, but he never slapped or hit him.
Kurt was shocked. Tears threatened to take over and Kurt silently took the garden hose and continued watering, not saying a thing.
Chandler's jaws were to the floor.
"He-h-he-he..." Chandler said. " Kurt..."
Kurt wiped away the moist tears near his eyes, and the silence protruded.
***
Blaine stood there, he thought he heard a slap, and to his shock Jermiah barged out of the garden. Jermiah was just as surprised.
"Uh, I thought you went home." Jermiah said.
Blaine backtracked and felt for the car handle. He succeeds on his second try.
"I suppose." He said. Than he caught a glance at a boy rushing towards the house.
