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Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 3/?
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
“Your ma-- pri -- Kurt!”
Kurt grumbled to himself as he kicked the pop can in front of him with ferocity and watched as it sailed through the air only to plummet and clatter to the ground. He was in no mood. Not only had his good morning been severely cut short by a rude grape slushie to his face, he didn’t have a spare shirt in his locker and so he had to borrow one of Finn’s spare, plebeian, cotton blend McKinley varsity shirts which swam on him. He had been shoved in the mud during gym that day and so he had to beg Coach Sylvester to wear a pair of cheer pants, and she ordered him into the whole uniform. And on top of that Rachel had sucked the life out of him in glee and pretty much told him that she was the reason the club was so amazing.
The only thing that had kept him going through the day was Sam. The blond had the ability to instantly cheer Kurt up. His infectiously sunny smile and ramblings on comics and sci-fi movies put Kurt at ease. He was always nice, and after he and Quinn had come to an agreeable parting, he tended to hang around more. If he wasn’t paying an odd amount of attention to Rachel, which was strange.
“What’s wrong, Kurt?”
Kurt turned his head to look at Alexandre, who was looking at his morose expression and Cheerios uniform in concern. “My life.”
Alexandre tilted his head before jolting forward and wrapping Kurt in his arms. “I’m here, little prince.”
Kurt smiled against Alexandre’s shoulder before stepping back and looking to the limo. “Can you take me home?”
“Of course.”
Kurt let himself be led towards the limo and ushered inside. As he sat and watched the scenery flicker by, Alexandre was silent for a long time.
“What happened?”
“The same thing that always happens; I’m slushied, or shoved, or have people hiss things at me.” Kurt huffed out a breath. “At least they don’t throw me in the dumpster anymore.”
Alexandre braked hard, sending Kurt into the divide between the two of them. “They do what?! Have you complained?”
“More than once. Even my dad’s talked to them. It stops for a week or two and then starts up worse than ever. It’s why I’m not in what I wore this morning, my clothes were ruined. They must have cost grand-mère a lot...”
“Are you alright?”
Kurt rose his head and lifted himself up off his knees and hung his arms over the divide, watching cars whiz by from their spot parked on the hill. “Glee helps, more than most people there even know. So did the thought of seeing you again, you’re pretty awesome.”
Alexandre nodded his head in thanks. “Is there anything I can offer to do? What do you do after a bad day?”
“Go home, shower, change, make dinner, and then curl up on my sofa and watch a movie. Maybe call Mercedes. Sometimes I play piano.”
“Will your father be home?”
“It’s a Thursday so he’s at the shop until 8 and then he’s going over to Carole’s to watch a movie.”
“Would you like me to stay with you until your father comes home?”
Kurt wrapped his arms around Alexandre’s neck. “I’d like that.”
~*~
“You’re pretty good at cooking. I’ve never had stuffed chicken before, but I enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, it’s one of my specialties.”
Alexandre watched as Kurt loaded up the dishwasher and smiled at the resilient young man; delicate as glass and tough as nails. “You’re a lot like your mother.”
Kurt straightened and looked over at Alexandre. “You knew her?”
“When she was around your age, yes. I was a few years younger than her, but my father worked to protect the King and I spent much time with her. You have her eyes and her smile and her attitude. You have the same quiet dignity and power. You are very much a Delacroix.”
Kurt looked down at his shoes, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he smiled shyly. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Now, I have an idea... If you’re going to be attending a ball with your grandmother in several months time to announce everything, you will need to dance. Would you like to learn?”
Kurt rose a brow and looked at Alexandre. “You’re a little old for me.”
Alexandre laughed, his whole body shaking. “You’re not my type, little prince.”
Kurt grinned, nodding his head and watched Alexandre exit the kitchen, he trailed behind the Veriquian man and watched as he shuffled through his bag and plucked a CD out. Kurt led him into the sitting room and together they cleared away the table and moved one of the chairs before Alexandre placed the CD in and gentle classical music began to play.
“Alright, stand with your shoulders back, head up and take my right hand and place your hand on my shoulder.”
“You’re giving me the girl’s part.”
“Because you don’t know how to lead yet.”
Kurt smiled as he folded his fingers against Alexandre’s and settled his hand against Alexandre’s shoulder. “Touche.”
“Alright, this dance is a mixture of a waltz and a minuet. Ready?”
Kurt nodded and began to follow, his head bowed as he watched Alexandre’s feet and fell into step quickly with him. “Hey, look at me, not stepping on any toes.”
“Good, now try it with your head up. One, two, three, five, six. Good!”
Kurt giggled as Alexandre swung them round and made him dance backwards. “This is a way cooler way to unwind.”
“Relaxing, isn’t it?”
Kurt nodded, his head falling to look at their feet only to raise his gaze when Alexandre released his waist and pushed his fingers under his chin.
“Ready to try a spin? Gently outwards before extending gracefully and folding back in, coming flush with your back to my chest. Go.”
Kurt spun out, his free arm extending out with a flourish and then he spun inwards, his free hand taking hold of Alexandre’s as he came to a stop, back to Alexandre’s chest.
“The hell?”
Kurt started out of his reverie and looked over to the doorway to the sitting room where Finn was framed, his face washed over in confusion. Stepping away from Alexandre, Kurt watched as his bodyguard-slash-everything moved to the stereo and removed the CD.
“This is Alexandre, he’s my... royal consultant. Also bodyguard.”
“Oh, cool. Is there food?”
“Yeah, in the fridge. I thought you were staying at Puck’s since my dad’s at your place.”
“Puck’s mom is having a party, so I hung out with Rachel, but now I need to do homework.”
Kurt nodded, looking to the floor before looking back to Alexandre. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Alexandre tipped his head to the side in a nod and he and Kurt walked to the door, and Kurt watched as the man pulled on his shoes and his woolen coat. Kurt smiled as Alexandre straightened and bowed his head in parting.
“Don’t forget I’m picking you up at noon to take you to see your grandmother for some political lessons.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Very good. Sleep well your highness.”
Kurt rose a hand and watched through the window as Alexandre showed himself out to the limo which pulled out of the drive without a fuss. With a smile, quietly humming the dance music to himself, Kurt headed to his room.
~~~ PART FOUR~~~
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 3/?
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
“Your ma-- pri -- Kurt!”
Kurt grumbled to himself as he kicked the pop can in front of him with ferocity and watched as it sailed through the air only to plummet and clatter to the ground. He was in no mood. Not only had his good morning been severely cut short by a rude grape slushie to his face, he didn’t have a spare shirt in his locker and so he had to borrow one of Finn’s spare, plebeian, cotton blend McKinley varsity shirts which swam on him. He had been shoved in the mud during gym that day and so he had to beg Coach Sylvester to wear a pair of cheer pants, and she ordered him into the whole uniform. And on top of that Rachel had sucked the life out of him in glee and pretty much told him that she was the reason the club was so amazing.
The only thing that had kept him going through the day was Sam. The blond had the ability to instantly cheer Kurt up. His infectiously sunny smile and ramblings on comics and sci-fi movies put Kurt at ease. He was always nice, and after he and Quinn had come to an agreeable parting, he tended to hang around more. If he wasn’t paying an odd amount of attention to Rachel, which was strange.
“What’s wrong, Kurt?”
Kurt turned his head to look at Alexandre, who was looking at his morose expression and Cheerios uniform in concern. “My life.”
Alexandre tilted his head before jolting forward and wrapping Kurt in his arms. “I’m here, little prince.”
Kurt smiled against Alexandre’s shoulder before stepping back and looking to the limo. “Can you take me home?”
“Of course.”
Kurt let himself be led towards the limo and ushered inside. As he sat and watched the scenery flicker by, Alexandre was silent for a long time.
“What happened?”
“The same thing that always happens; I’m slushied, or shoved, or have people hiss things at me.” Kurt huffed out a breath. “At least they don’t throw me in the dumpster anymore.”
Alexandre braked hard, sending Kurt into the divide between the two of them. “They do what?! Have you complained?”
“More than once. Even my dad’s talked to them. It stops for a week or two and then starts up worse than ever. It’s why I’m not in what I wore this morning, my clothes were ruined. They must have cost grand-mère a lot...”
“Are you alright?”
Kurt rose his head and lifted himself up off his knees and hung his arms over the divide, watching cars whiz by from their spot parked on the hill. “Glee helps, more than most people there even know. So did the thought of seeing you again, you’re pretty awesome.”
Alexandre nodded his head in thanks. “Is there anything I can offer to do? What do you do after a bad day?”
“Go home, shower, change, make dinner, and then curl up on my sofa and watch a movie. Maybe call Mercedes. Sometimes I play piano.”
“Will your father be home?”
“It’s a Thursday so he’s at the shop until 8 and then he’s going over to Carole’s to watch a movie.”
“Would you like me to stay with you until your father comes home?”
Kurt wrapped his arms around Alexandre’s neck. “I’d like that.”
~*~
“You’re pretty good at cooking. I’ve never had stuffed chicken before, but I enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, it’s one of my specialties.”
Alexandre watched as Kurt loaded up the dishwasher and smiled at the resilient young man; delicate as glass and tough as nails. “You’re a lot like your mother.”
Kurt straightened and looked over at Alexandre. “You knew her?”
“When she was around your age, yes. I was a few years younger than her, but my father worked to protect the King and I spent much time with her. You have her eyes and her smile and her attitude. You have the same quiet dignity and power. You are very much a Delacroix.”
Kurt looked down at his shoes, a flush creeping over his cheeks as he smiled shyly. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Now, I have an idea... If you’re going to be attending a ball with your grandmother in several months time to announce everything, you will need to dance. Would you like to learn?”
Kurt rose a brow and looked at Alexandre. “You’re a little old for me.”
Alexandre laughed, his whole body shaking. “You’re not my type, little prince.”
Kurt grinned, nodding his head and watched Alexandre exit the kitchen, he trailed behind the Veriquian man and watched as he shuffled through his bag and plucked a CD out. Kurt led him into the sitting room and together they cleared away the table and moved one of the chairs before Alexandre placed the CD in and gentle classical music began to play.
“Alright, stand with your shoulders back, head up and take my right hand and place your hand on my shoulder.”
“You’re giving me the girl’s part.”
“Because you don’t know how to lead yet.”
Kurt smiled as he folded his fingers against Alexandre’s and settled his hand against Alexandre’s shoulder. “Touche.”
“Alright, this dance is a mixture of a waltz and a minuet. Ready?”
Kurt nodded and began to follow, his head bowed as he watched Alexandre’s feet and fell into step quickly with him. “Hey, look at me, not stepping on any toes.”
“Good, now try it with your head up. One, two, three, five, six. Good!”
Kurt giggled as Alexandre swung them round and made him dance backwards. “This is a way cooler way to unwind.”
“Relaxing, isn’t it?”
Kurt nodded, his head falling to look at their feet only to raise his gaze when Alexandre released his waist and pushed his fingers under his chin.
“Ready to try a spin? Gently outwards before extending gracefully and folding back in, coming flush with your back to my chest. Go.”
Kurt spun out, his free arm extending out with a flourish and then he spun inwards, his free hand taking hold of Alexandre’s as he came to a stop, back to Alexandre’s chest.
“The hell?”
Kurt started out of his reverie and looked over to the doorway to the sitting room where Finn was framed, his face washed over in confusion. Stepping away from Alexandre, Kurt watched as his bodyguard-slash-everything moved to the stereo and removed the CD.
“This is Alexandre, he’s my... royal consultant. Also bodyguard.”
“Oh, cool. Is there food?”
“Yeah, in the fridge. I thought you were staying at Puck’s since my dad’s at your place.”
“Puck’s mom is having a party, so I hung out with Rachel, but now I need to do homework.”
Kurt nodded, looking to the floor before looking back to Alexandre. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
Alexandre tipped his head to the side in a nod and he and Kurt walked to the door, and Kurt watched as the man pulled on his shoes and his woolen coat. Kurt smiled as Alexandre straightened and bowed his head in parting.
“Don’t forget I’m picking you up at noon to take you to see your grandmother for some political lessons.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Very good. Sleep well your highness.”
Kurt rose a hand and watched through the window as Alexandre showed himself out to the limo which pulled out of the drive without a fuss. With a smile, quietly humming the dance music to himself, Kurt headed to his room.
~~~ PART FOUR~~~