chapter the last
Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 9/9
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine and eventual Kurt/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt finds out his mother's family wasn't as... common as others.
Warnings: AU, usage of the French language, a subtextual "spot the Julie Andrews refrences" game, fluff, and angsty frosting
Notes: I was prompted by this prompt from the glee_fluff_meme which wanted a Princess Diaries!AU Kurt. I couldn't help myself. I mixed together some parts of the first two books, and muddled up the two movies.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
Two days had passed without incident. Kurt focused on school - focused on preparing for Regionals, and tried his hardest to conquer AP Chemistry. It was like the world was back to normal after going completely crazy. Sam was finishing in classes, saying goodbye to friends, and he stopped coming to Glee practice. His spot was filled by a new freshman with a voice that was shaky around the edges but had potential.
“I just...” Kurt looked up from his German language text book as Sam’s voice breached the silence of the choir room. No one was there save for them and Alexandre. “I wanted to take the time to apologize and say goodbye, your highness.”
Kurt nodded softly and closed his book, standing from his spot by the piano. “That’s very kind of you. I’m sure we will see each other when I move to Verique.”
“True.” Sam nodded, before reaching inside of his messenger bag and pulled out a thick manila envelope. “It...” He hesitated and then placed it on the edge of the piano and pushed it towards Kurt with the tips of his fingers. “I thought writing everything out would be more coherent than a half-assed speech.”
Kurt picked up the evelope and nodded his head. “Noted. Thank you. I’ll be sure to read it.”
“You’re being very nice to me.”
“I’ve calmed down.” Kurt smiled faintly and then looked at his shoes. “I got some useful advice.”
Sam nodded in understanding, starting towards Kurt, arms outstretched for a hug, but Kurt started back, shocked. Instead, Sam offered his hand, and Kurt took it, shaking with a pleasant enough disposition.
Kurt sat back down on the piano bench and watched as Sam exited the room before opening the manila envelope to peek inside.
~*~
Kurt spent the entire next day thinking, wondering what on earth he should do to make his roller coaster of a life stop and let him off for a fresh breath of air.
Sam’s letter had carefully and clearly outlined the fact that Sam was in no way interested in political power. It had a ten year plan that included things about travelling the world and helping with various volunteer organizations and going to Cambridge for university. Sam’s letter also excessively apologized for his actions in lying to Kurt and making the unwanted advances.
In some ways, Sam’s aloof, apologetic nature made him alluring. Like a wounded bird to tend to.
But there was Blaine...
Kurt huffed a sigh and scrolled through his phone, smiling at the pictures of him and Blaine together, of Blaine alone.
Blaine was almost too perfect. He had it all; the body, the accent, the gentlemanly chivalrous attitude. Sure Blaine had his moments of silliness (it was one of the things Kurt loved most about him) and yes he preferred other female artists over the Goddess Gaga, but their differences made them stronger.
But... Blaine was boring.
Sure he skydived and was working on getting his SCUBA licence and had an uncanny ability to live on the edge by pairing brown shoes with black pants, but he wasn’t romantically spontaneous. He tended to be guarded around Kurt, to treat Kurt delicately and with such reverence it got tiring, fast.
“Your highness?”
Kurt looked up from his phone and towards the door of his room where Alexandre stood, leaning casually against the doorjamb. “Yes?”
“You’ve been unnaturally quiet today, is there anything I can help you with?”
Kurt shifted in bed and nodded, watching as Alexandre crossed into his room, taking in the decor with a quick sweep of his eyes. He smiled at the photo shelf of Kurt and his mother and paused to admire them, before sitting in Kurt’s computer chair and turned his eyes to the still pyjama clad prince. “What can I help you with?”
Kurt sighed and brushed his hair out of his face. “I’m in a bit of a love dilemma.”
Alexandre gave an over-dramatic gasp and grinned at the way Kurt rolled his eyes in his direction. “I’ll do my best to help.”
Kurt nodded and took in a deep breath before launching into his tirade of what to do about Blaine and Sam; about his conflicted feelings; about feeling like an ass to Blaine for feeling feelings for Sam. He told Alexandre about his mother’s letter, and how the words had inspired him to be nice to Sam, which only confused his emotions further. He told Alexandre about how he wasn’t sure if he could rule and be in a relationship, and how he felt if he wasn’t sharing the experience with someone, all the pressure would make him explode.
Alexandre nodded as Kurt finished and fished a tissue out of his jacket pocket to give to the younger male. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what I can say, your highness. I wish I could tell you what to do, I wish I could take the pain away from you, but unfortunately, I can’t.” Alexandre stood from his chair and crossed the small gap between them to sit next to Kurt and wrap his arm around Kurt’s shoulder and tug him against his shoulder so Kurt could sob. “I’m sorry I can’t help, little prince. I’m sorry.”
Alexandre held Kurt as he sobbed quietly against his shoulder and felt utterly helpless.
~*~
Kurt woke in the morning feeling better, still saddened, still confused, but better. He showered and changed into some fresh, clean clothes, before making his way up the stairs and into the kitchen. Finn was already at the table, talking about football to Kurt’s dad, Carole was making waffles with the waffle iron and Alexandre was calmly composed in his usual seat - beside Kurt’s usual seat - and was reading the newspaper.
“Good morning, sweetie, waffles?”
Kurt looked over at Carole, who was already spooning strawberries over the golden delicious waffle and smiled, taking the plate. “Thanks.” Kurt made his way to the table and dug into his breakfast after pouring on syrup.
“Are you going to the airport with us, dude?”
Kurt finished his mouthful and washed it down with orange juice. “What for?”
“We’re going to say goodbye to Sam.”
“Oh.” Kurt pushed a strawberry around in a puddle of syrup before sucking it off his fork. “No, I’m... No thanks.”
Finn’s brown crinkled in the way that signalled he wasn’t really sure about something, but he nodded despite himself, not wanting to cause trouble. “Alright. I’m sure you’ll see him when you move to Veronica, anyway.”
“Verique,” Kurt corrected, taking another bite of his waffle. “And yes, I will.”
~*~
Kurt stepped off the plane and wrapped his arms around his body as he was barraged by the downpour of a mixture of rain and snow. Alexandre wrapped a second, thicker coat around his shoulders and held up an umbrella to shield Kurt from the elements.
“I never knew London could be this cold!” Kurt said, his head low as Alexandre lead him towards the sleek silver town car and then slid into the driver’s side.
“It is January, your highness.” Alexandre retorted, but cranked up the heat anyway. They sat in the car on the wet tarmac and warmed up in silence, until: “are you sure you want to do this, your highness? We can always just get back on the plane.”
“I’m sure.”
Alexandre nodded and after a bit of adjusting, they pulled onto the streets of London. Kurt watched the city at night through the window, watched the people mill about on the streets, he looked into the shops and at the amazing skyline. He grinned at the large red double-decker buses and managed a few quick snaps from his digital camera through the windows.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’ve always loved London, such a mixture of people, of things.”
“Is Verique as beautiful as this?”
Alexandre smiled and turned his head when they stopped at a roundabout. “Better.”
Kurt smiled and listened as Alexandre flicked through a variety of radio stations before settling on one that was playing Lady Gaga. Kurt immediately shut his eyes as his body went into a zenlike mode that came with Gaga, well... with any music really, as the emotions melted from his body and mind and were replaced only by medley and lyrics. After a few lines Alexandre started to sing, quietly, under his breath, his low timbre offsetting the high female voice and Kurt smiled to himself.
Peace.
~*~
Kurt climbed out of the car and stared at the beautiful red brick facade of the house. It was very typically Victorian in style, with an almost octagonal outcropping and a large bay window looking out onto the street. The rain had tapered off and now only a light snow was falling from the inky sky. He stared at the door. He had never known he could be so terrified of a door before. With a deep breath he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and crossed the lawn and climbed the small steps to the door before ringing the bell.
“May I help you?” A man, who looked like a generic butler, asked after the door opened moments earlier.
“Uhm. I’m looking for Blaine?”
“Just a moment, please, come inside.”
Kurt stepped into the foyer and looked around, it was tastefully decorated with art and simple, but decorative paint and wallpapers. After a few minutes Blaine rounded the corner into the foyer, his face still faintly purple and a small bandage was over his left eye. He smiled when he spotted Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, Kurt clenched his hands, hesitating to hug back.
“What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to England?”
“I... Can we take a walk?”
Blaine nodded and Kurt watched as he dressed for the weather before they exited the house and walked down a small path towards the shared communal gardens nearby. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days. Since the kiss. Since the fight.”
Blaine nodded and they paused under a lamppost and he leaned against it, his arms and legs crossed. “And?”
“And... And...” Kurt swallowed thickly, he shuffled his feet in the snow and flexed his toes, the cold seeping in. “And I think I need me time.” He chanced a look back up Blaine and he was relieved to see him smiling. “You’re not mad?”
“Of course not. I told you before that I was first and foremost your friend and secondly your boyfriend. I want you to be happy, Kurt and if time alone, time away, time single, will give you that, then I’m perfectly happy to give it. If this time leads you to someone else, then so be it. If it leads you back to me, then I’m happy. Just know, I will fight for you if someone catches your eye.”
Kurt laughed softly, watching as the burst of air curled like smoke into the air before blowing away in the chilled wind. “Thank you. Thank you more than you will ever know.”
Blaine stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Kurt and this time Kurt hugged back with enthusiasm. “Let me walk you back to your car.”
They walked back in amicable silence and they hugged again when Alexandre opened the door for Kurt, the blast of warmth from the car shooting up his legs and settling at the base of his spine. He stood there, waving, watching as Blaine walked back up to his house and shut the door before sliding back into the car and leaning his head against the chilled window, his breath turning the glass to frost.
“Where to, little prince?”
Kurt smiled softly. “Just drive.”
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 9/9
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine and eventual Kurt/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee now do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt finds out his mother's family wasn't as... common as others.
Warnings: AU, usage of the French language, a subtextual "spot the Julie Andrews refrences" game, fluff, and angsty frosting
Notes: I was prompted by this prompt from the glee_fluff_meme which wanted a Princess Diaries!AU Kurt. I couldn't help myself. I mixed together some parts of the first two books, and muddled up the two movies.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight
Two days had passed without incident. Kurt focused on school - focused on preparing for Regionals, and tried his hardest to conquer AP Chemistry. It was like the world was back to normal after going completely crazy. Sam was finishing in classes, saying goodbye to friends, and he stopped coming to Glee practice. His spot was filled by a new freshman with a voice that was shaky around the edges but had potential.
“I just...” Kurt looked up from his German language text book as Sam’s voice breached the silence of the choir room. No one was there save for them and Alexandre. “I wanted to take the time to apologize and say goodbye, your highness.”
Kurt nodded softly and closed his book, standing from his spot by the piano. “That’s very kind of you. I’m sure we will see each other when I move to Verique.”
“True.” Sam nodded, before reaching inside of his messenger bag and pulled out a thick manila envelope. “It...” He hesitated and then placed it on the edge of the piano and pushed it towards Kurt with the tips of his fingers. “I thought writing everything out would be more coherent than a half-assed speech.”
Kurt picked up the evelope and nodded his head. “Noted. Thank you. I’ll be sure to read it.”
“You’re being very nice to me.”
“I’ve calmed down.” Kurt smiled faintly and then looked at his shoes. “I got some useful advice.”
Sam nodded in understanding, starting towards Kurt, arms outstretched for a hug, but Kurt started back, shocked. Instead, Sam offered his hand, and Kurt took it, shaking with a pleasant enough disposition.
Kurt sat back down on the piano bench and watched as Sam exited the room before opening the manila envelope to peek inside.
~*~
Kurt spent the entire next day thinking, wondering what on earth he should do to make his roller coaster of a life stop and let him off for a fresh breath of air.
Sam’s letter had carefully and clearly outlined the fact that Sam was in no way interested in political power. It had a ten year plan that included things about travelling the world and helping with various volunteer organizations and going to Cambridge for university. Sam’s letter also excessively apologized for his actions in lying to Kurt and making the unwanted advances.
In some ways, Sam’s aloof, apologetic nature made him alluring. Like a wounded bird to tend to.
But there was Blaine...
Kurt huffed a sigh and scrolled through his phone, smiling at the pictures of him and Blaine together, of Blaine alone.
Blaine was almost too perfect. He had it all; the body, the accent, the gentlemanly chivalrous attitude. Sure Blaine had his moments of silliness (it was one of the things Kurt loved most about him) and yes he preferred other female artists over the Goddess Gaga, but their differences made them stronger.
But... Blaine was boring.
Sure he skydived and was working on getting his SCUBA licence and had an uncanny ability to live on the edge by pairing brown shoes with black pants, but he wasn’t romantically spontaneous. He tended to be guarded around Kurt, to treat Kurt delicately and with such reverence it got tiring, fast.
“Your highness?”
Kurt looked up from his phone and towards the door of his room where Alexandre stood, leaning casually against the doorjamb. “Yes?”
“You’ve been unnaturally quiet today, is there anything I can help you with?”
Kurt shifted in bed and nodded, watching as Alexandre crossed into his room, taking in the decor with a quick sweep of his eyes. He smiled at the photo shelf of Kurt and his mother and paused to admire them, before sitting in Kurt’s computer chair and turned his eyes to the still pyjama clad prince. “What can I help you with?”
Kurt sighed and brushed his hair out of his face. “I’m in a bit of a love dilemma.”
Alexandre gave an over-dramatic gasp and grinned at the way Kurt rolled his eyes in his direction. “I’ll do my best to help.”
Kurt nodded and took in a deep breath before launching into his tirade of what to do about Blaine and Sam; about his conflicted feelings; about feeling like an ass to Blaine for feeling feelings for Sam. He told Alexandre about his mother’s letter, and how the words had inspired him to be nice to Sam, which only confused his emotions further. He told Alexandre about how he wasn’t sure if he could rule and be in a relationship, and how he felt if he wasn’t sharing the experience with someone, all the pressure would make him explode.
Alexandre nodded as Kurt finished and fished a tissue out of his jacket pocket to give to the younger male. “I’m afraid I’m not sure what I can say, your highness. I wish I could tell you what to do, I wish I could take the pain away from you, but unfortunately, I can’t.” Alexandre stood from his chair and crossed the small gap between them to sit next to Kurt and wrap his arm around Kurt’s shoulder and tug him against his shoulder so Kurt could sob. “I’m sorry I can’t help, little prince. I’m sorry.”
Alexandre held Kurt as he sobbed quietly against his shoulder and felt utterly helpless.
~*~
Kurt woke in the morning feeling better, still saddened, still confused, but better. He showered and changed into some fresh, clean clothes, before making his way up the stairs and into the kitchen. Finn was already at the table, talking about football to Kurt’s dad, Carole was making waffles with the waffle iron and Alexandre was calmly composed in his usual seat - beside Kurt’s usual seat - and was reading the newspaper.
“Good morning, sweetie, waffles?”
Kurt looked over at Carole, who was already spooning strawberries over the golden delicious waffle and smiled, taking the plate. “Thanks.” Kurt made his way to the table and dug into his breakfast after pouring on syrup.
“Are you going to the airport with us, dude?”
Kurt finished his mouthful and washed it down with orange juice. “What for?”
“We’re going to say goodbye to Sam.”
“Oh.” Kurt pushed a strawberry around in a puddle of syrup before sucking it off his fork. “No, I’m... No thanks.”
Finn’s brown crinkled in the way that signalled he wasn’t really sure about something, but he nodded despite himself, not wanting to cause trouble. “Alright. I’m sure you’ll see him when you move to Veronica, anyway.”
“Verique,” Kurt corrected, taking another bite of his waffle. “And yes, I will.”
~*~
Kurt stepped off the plane and wrapped his arms around his body as he was barraged by the downpour of a mixture of rain and snow. Alexandre wrapped a second, thicker coat around his shoulders and held up an umbrella to shield Kurt from the elements.
“I never knew London could be this cold!” Kurt said, his head low as Alexandre lead him towards the sleek silver town car and then slid into the driver’s side.
“It is January, your highness.” Alexandre retorted, but cranked up the heat anyway. They sat in the car on the wet tarmac and warmed up in silence, until: “are you sure you want to do this, your highness? We can always just get back on the plane.”
“I’m sure.”
Alexandre nodded and after a bit of adjusting, they pulled onto the streets of London. Kurt watched the city at night through the window, watched the people mill about on the streets, he looked into the shops and at the amazing skyline. He grinned at the large red double-decker buses and managed a few quick snaps from his digital camera through the windows.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I’ve always loved London, such a mixture of people, of things.”
“Is Verique as beautiful as this?”
Alexandre smiled and turned his head when they stopped at a roundabout. “Better.”
Kurt smiled and listened as Alexandre flicked through a variety of radio stations before settling on one that was playing Lady Gaga. Kurt immediately shut his eyes as his body went into a zenlike mode that came with Gaga, well... with any music really, as the emotions melted from his body and mind and were replaced only by medley and lyrics. After a few lines Alexandre started to sing, quietly, under his breath, his low timbre offsetting the high female voice and Kurt smiled to himself.
Peace.
~*~
Kurt climbed out of the car and stared at the beautiful red brick facade of the house. It was very typically Victorian in style, with an almost octagonal outcropping and a large bay window looking out onto the street. The rain had tapered off and now only a light snow was falling from the inky sky. He stared at the door. He had never known he could be so terrified of a door before. With a deep breath he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket and crossed the lawn and climbed the small steps to the door before ringing the bell.
“May I help you?” A man, who looked like a generic butler, asked after the door opened moments earlier.
“Uhm. I’m looking for Blaine?”
“Just a moment, please, come inside.”
Kurt stepped into the foyer and looked around, it was tastefully decorated with art and simple, but decorative paint and wallpapers. After a few minutes Blaine rounded the corner into the foyer, his face still faintly purple and a small bandage was over his left eye. He smiled when he spotted Kurt and wrapped his arms around him, Kurt clenched his hands, hesitating to hug back.
“What a pleasant surprise. What brings you to England?”
“I... Can we take a walk?”
Blaine nodded and Kurt watched as he dressed for the weather before they exited the house and walked down a small path towards the shared communal gardens nearby. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days. Since the kiss. Since the fight.”
Blaine nodded and they paused under a lamppost and he leaned against it, his arms and legs crossed. “And?”
“And... And...” Kurt swallowed thickly, he shuffled his feet in the snow and flexed his toes, the cold seeping in. “And I think I need me time.” He chanced a look back up Blaine and he was relieved to see him smiling. “You’re not mad?”
“Of course not. I told you before that I was first and foremost your friend and secondly your boyfriend. I want you to be happy, Kurt and if time alone, time away, time single, will give you that, then I’m perfectly happy to give it. If this time leads you to someone else, then so be it. If it leads you back to me, then I’m happy. Just know, I will fight for you if someone catches your eye.”
Kurt laughed softly, watching as the burst of air curled like smoke into the air before blowing away in the chilled wind. “Thank you. Thank you more than you will ever know.”
Blaine stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Kurt and this time Kurt hugged back with enthusiasm. “Let me walk you back to your car.”
They walked back in amicable silence and they hugged again when Alexandre opened the door for Kurt, the blast of warmth from the car shooting up his legs and settling at the base of his spine. He stood there, waving, watching as Blaine walked back up to his house and shut the door before sliding back into the car and leaning his head against the chilled window, his breath turning the glass to frost.
“Where to, little prince?”
Kurt smiled softly. “Just drive.”