Chapter 4
Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 4/?
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
“You look suberb!”
Kurt smiled up at grand-mère as she met him in the garden, he stood to receive her with a hug. “How are you?”
“Very well, I am so sorry I took so long. I was in trade negotiations with Italy.”
“It’s alright, Alexandre kept me entertained, he was teaching me to play Backgammon.”
“Excellent. He told me you’ve been having trouble at school. I am sorry for that, but you need to remember what Nietzsche said: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”
Kurt nodded sagely and took a sip of his hot chocolate (slightly flavoured with cherries, of course) and set the embellished glass mug down on the table. “I have. They can do all they wish to me, I will never let them win.”
Melisse smiled and laid her hand atop Kurt’s and squeezed. “Very good. Now, come with me. I have some news.”
Nodding, Kurt stood and let himself be led through the wide back parlor, up the stairs and into the library. As Kurt made himself comfortable in the bay window overlooking the street, Melisse sat in a winged, high-backed chair.
“I take it you’ve been reading the books I’ve given you on the history of Verique?”
“Yes, grand-mère, and I’ve been reading the speeches to the Parliament you gave to me as well.”
“Wonderful.” Melisse peered round her chair, before rising up and crossing to the door and shutting it after shooing the guards away. “I have some news.”
Kurt rose a brow and watched as Melisse picked up a remote and clicked, causing a panel to slide down and reveal a TV screen. She sat down on a love seat and motioned for Kurt to join her. Kurt stood from his spot in the bay window and sat on the love seat, crossing his legs a moment before catching himself and sitting up straight. Melisse smiled at him and with a wave of her hand, he sunk back into the couch and crossed his legs.
“I’ve narrowed down the boys for dates. I’ve found you the one I think you’d enjoy.”
Kurt grinned and watched as she clicked on the remote and a picture flashed on the screen. A brunette with wild curls, a sweet smile and insanely magnetic hazel eyes. “Grand-mère, he’s gorgeous.”
“Lord Blaine Powell, his father is a Marquess in Britain, which technically makes him a Duke now, because of their power shifts. Irregardless, he’s a lovely boy, I met him on a tour of England a while ago and he was very polite. He plays the cello, the guitar, and the piano. He fences, paints, rides horses, and he adores astronomy.”
Kurt let out a shaky exhale and a slow smile spread over his face. “And he wants to date me?”
“When I sent him your picture he said and I quote “he looks utterly adorable and seems very likeable, I would be interested in getting to know him better”. So he set up your date for tomorrow.”
“He wants to get to know me -- Tomorrow!? But I don’t have anything to wear and where are we going and oh my God!”
“I know it seems sudden, dear, but he really was insistent and I couldn’t say no. He said he would send a car to pick you up from here tomorrow at ten in the morning. He wanted to spend the day with you.”
Kurt looked back at the picture, at the boy who wanted to date him, at another of his kind, and nodded. “Just get me an outfit and I’ll be there.”
“Excellent. Now that that’s settled we can dive right into trade politics!”
Kurt took the pad of paper from his grandmother and sat up straight as she began to pace the room and lecture.
~*~
“How do I look?” Kurt spun for Alexandre, dressed in a navy and charcoal cardigan with a white collared shirt and tie tucked under and a pair of jeans and boots. “Is it too casual?”
“Just right, your highness. The right mix of propriety while not being too pomp. Do you know where you’re going?”
“Total surprise.”
Alexandre nodded and smiled when Kurt pulled on a hat, cocking it slightly to the side; the kid loved flair. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time.” Alexandre lifted his head at the sound of a horn and looked to Kurt. “That’s your ride. Deep breaths.”
Kurt took a deep breath and crossed through the door as Alexandre handed him his coat.
~*~
It turned out the car ride was to Columbus Airport, where Kurt was herded onto a private jet with several express and profound apologies that “Lord Powell couldn’t pick him up himself it due to having a midterm and would meet him”. While on the plane Kurt met with Blaine’s assistant, who informed him that Blaine was going to Harvard for a degree in political science, because even though Blaine had gotten into Oxford, he had wanted freedom from his family. Which made total sense. But mostly Kurt was internally freaking out because not only was he leaving Ohio for the first time in his life; he was on a private jet.
“Here we are, your majesty. I trust you had a good flight.”
Kurt nodded as he was lead down the flight of stairs onto the tarmac where there was a sleek, metallic blue car waiting and there was Blaine, leaning against it cool as a cucumber in a pair of stone washed jeans and a collared shirt and skinny tie.
Kurt was dying.
“You must be Kurt.”
Oh sweet Jesus he had an accent. A perfectly inflected Queen’s English accent. Kurt’s legs were going to turn to rubber.
“And you must be Blaine.”
Kurt watched, wide eyed, as Blaine took his outstretched hand, turned his palm and kissed it. “A pleasure, your highness.”
Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but it was lost, and instead he giggled, gently tugged his hand away and stared at his feet. Idiot.
“I thought I might interest you in something you’ve never done before.”
“I’m up for anything. What did you have in mind?”
“Skydiving.”
Kurt cleared his throat as a shocked squeak managed to escape his filter and blinked in Blaine’s direction. “I’m not... I...”
“It would be a tandem dive, so I’d make sure you were safe.”
And if that didn’t turn him to mush, the gentle squeeze to his hand and Blaine’s self-assured smile definitely did. “Alright.”
“Excellent, I promise I’ll keep you safe.”
Kurt sighed and trailed behind Blaine as Blaine helped him into the passenger’s side of the car before getting into the driver’s side and they took off.
~*~
“Are you ready?”
Kurt swallowed thickly, unable to believe he was actually going to do this. On one hand he could hear his father screaming at him not to do this, on the other was his father urging him on. He took the blue tinted goggles from Blaine and slid them on as wind whipped his hair about (one downside to be literally strapped against your date as you hurtle towards the ground; bad hair) and slipped them on.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Okay, deep breath, and one, two...”
Kurt slammed his eyes shut, his body going into auto-mode as he followed through with the instructions Blaine had given him, and felt his feet leave the safety of the airplane’s floor. There was a lurch and a jolt signalling the drogue parachute opening to balance them out and with a deep breath, Kurt forced his eyes open.
The view was amazing.
With nothing to impede his vision, Kurt could see for miles. Stretches of green below them, far in the distance there were swaths of white-blue of water and all around were mottled dots of grey, brown and black of the buildings with other flashes of cars in every colour. It was insane. Here he was, thousands of feet above the earth, strapped to someone he knew for less than three hours, and having the time of his life.
“How are you doing?”
“This is amazing!”
Even through the thickness of the gloves, Kurt could feel Blaine’s hands slide over his own and curl, squeezing; holding; protecting.
“I knew you would.”
After deploying their parachute, fingers entangled, they guided themselves to the ground and landed right on target. They lay in place for a long moment, letting themselves regain their bearings and breath. After several moments, Blaine unhooked their harnesses from each other and slid out from under Kurt, offering his arms out to the younger male. They walked, arm in arm, back to the drop zone.
~*~
“You’re spoiling, taking me all these places. First you fly me all the way out to even meet you, then you take me skydiving, now you’re taking me to Disneyworld!”
“Have you ever been?”
“Well, no, but --”
“Then enjoy it.”
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but it fell shut when Blaine took his hand and pulled him towards the ticket booth. After paying their way through, Blaine held out the map and asked where he wanted to go first. Kurt mused over the Magic Kingdom map as they wandered through the streets of Disney.
“Why don’t we just wander a little first?” Kurt suggested, looking up from the map and over at Blaine, before looking down at their still joined hands.
“Eager to stay?”
“I live a bland life in Lima, Ohio.”
Blaine laughed and they headed down the main road, every so often popping into the stores to look at the things for sale. “So, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
“Hm? Oh, I’m actually pretty boring. I don’t have a skydiving license or anything like that. I didn’t even know there was anything special about me until a week ago. I’ve lived in Lima, Ohio for all of my life. I’m an honour roll student, I like musicals and plays, and I’m a cheerleader. What about you?”
“You are special, title or not. You just... glow. I grew up with a lot being expected of me. My father was very distant with me, expected a great deal of me. I graduated with honours and as captain of the football team, or... soccer, I guess. I enrolled in Harvard to get some space from my parents and now I’m here.”
“I’m glad you’re here now. So far I’m --” Kurt frowned and dug his free hand into his pocket to pull out his iPhone. “‘Cedes, I told you I was busy today.”
“Important?”
“My best friend is checking up on me.”
“She knows you’re with me?”
“I told her I had “princely duties”. Sorry, I’ll turn it off.”
Blaine shook his head and steered them to a bench. “She’s your friend and she cares. I have an international phone if you’d like to call her and save charges.”
“That’s so nice, I’ll just be a minute.” Pocketing his phone and breaking their handhold, Kurt took Blaine’s phone and dialled Mercedes’ number. As he held the phone to his ear, Kurt watched as Blaine stood and rounded to the other side of him to take his other hand. Flushing, Kurt looked down as Mercedes answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Your number didn’t come up, are you okay?”
“I told you I was busy today, remember?”
“I thought maybe we could hang out.”
“Mercedes, I’m on a date.”
“You’re... Oh God! I’m hanging up now. Tell me all about it later. Love you. Wait! Does your dad know?”
“Yes Mercedes, I’m going to hang up now.”
“Okay, have fun!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and flicked the phone shut before holding it out for Blaine to take. “I’m sorry, she tends to worry.”
“It’s alright, you should have seen my roommate, she would not let me leave.”
“So... where were we?”
“I was actually going to ask if you were hungry.”
“I could eat.”
Blaine stood and tugged Kurt up. “What are you in the mood for? Sitting down and eating or something quick.”
“Whatever you want is fine with me.”
“Alright, come on.”
Kurt let Blaine lead him to their destination.
~*~
Several hours later, after a whirlwind of food, rides, shopping and another flight from Florida to Columbus, and then driving from Columbus to Lima, Kurt was sitting in the passenger’s seat of Blaine’s rented car mentally freaking out. Okay sure there had been that kiss during Space Mountain. And the other small one during the turbulence home. But this was the goodnight kiss. At his house, no less.
“I had a really good time.”
“So did I.”
“You really didn’t have to pay for everything though, or drive me home.”
“It’s alright, I took you out and besides, I need to take a separate flight back to Massachusetts to get back to school.”
“Are you sure? I mean...”
“I’m sure.” Blaine looked out the car to Kurt’s house and the pickup truck in the driveway. “This is your house it looks....”
“Middle class?”
“Cozy.”
Kurt laughed and flushed. “Well... I should...”
“Let me walk you to the door.”
Kurt watched as Blaine stepped out of the driver’s side and collected his bag of souvenirs and the stuffed Donald Duck that Blaine had insisted on buying him. As Blaine opened the door, Kurt tucked the giant duck under his arm and crammed the souvenirs in his messenger bag and stepped out.
They made their way up the driveway and porch to the door in silence and at a respectable distance. Kurt was sure that somewhere in the depths of the house his father was watching the whole thing with a disapproving glare and ready to skin Blaine alive if he made one wrong move.
“Well... This is me.” Kurt pointed to the door, as if to emphasize his point. “This is my door.”
“It’s a very nice door.”
“Thank you. So, I really should go. But I’d like to see you again.”
“Excellent. I have your number, and you have mine, so why don’t I give you a call this week?”
“This week would be good. I look forward to hearing your ring tone. I’m not saying I’ll sit anxiously and stare at my phone waiting for it to ring but--”
Kurt was effectively cut off as Blaine swooped down and pressed their mouths together. It was awkward and Kurt’s arm was mashed between his body and the door as Blaine pressed against him. They broke and Kurt smiled shyly before dropping his things, twining his arms around Blaine’s neck and leaned up to kiss him again. After several long moments Kurt pulled back to suck in air and lowered his head, cheeks flushed.
“I...” Clearing his throat, Kurt swooped down and picked up his things before pressing his mouth to Blaine’s chastely. “Good night.”
“Sleep well, your highness.”
Kurt stumbled back into the front hall and slammed the door shut. Pressing his back do the door Kurt dropped his things and spun around, peeling the thin curtain from the windows beside the door he watched as Blaine got into his car and drove off with a dreamy sigh.
“Did you have a good time?”
Kurt jumped and whirled back to look at his father, his eyes wide. “What?”
“He seems nice, a little handsy, but nice.”
Kurt laughed softly. “I had a good time. We went skydiving.”
Burt rose a brow and shook his head. “You’re growing up. Don’t forget to study for your test on Monday. Also, Rachel phoned, she said that everyone was meeting in the morning; she said something about a collective meeting?”
“Okay. I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.”
“Night.”
~*~
Kurt spent the rest of the weekend cooped up in his room studying for a Chemistry test. Every so often For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert would pierce the silence as he and Blaine texted back and forth. Blaine was back in England for the week for his brother’s birthday and kept expressing his desires and wishes that Kurt was with him. Which served to make Kurt’s studying near impossible. But he got it done. Because boyfriend or not, anything less than an A in Chemistry wasn’t acceptable.
“Are you ready for Chemistry?” Mercedes asked as they walked along the quiet streets of Lima. It was a frigid late November morning, still slightly dark, as they headed to Glee.
“Totally. Although Blaine made it hard to study.”
“Oooo,” Mercedes whispered, grinning. “Scandalous romance.”
“He’s so sweet and he makes my legs turn to jelly. When he first had a moment with me he kissed my hand and called my ‘your highness’ and I died inside.”
“I’m glad you’re managing to have some happiness in this world of crazy. I hope you make me your lady in charge of awesome.”
“I don’t even know if I’m taking the job, or whatever, I’m still thinking things over.”
“No rush, just know I want my own manor, and access to Denzel Washington.”
Kurt laughed as they rounded the corner and crossed onto the campus. “What’s going on?” Kurt asked as he noticed a bunch of people gathered on the steps.
“Maybe Coach Sylvester is giving a statement about the Cheerios or something?”
“Maybe.” Kurt huffed as they got closer and pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and started pushing his way through the throng of reporters. “Excuse me, excuse me.”
“That’s him! That’s the prince!”
Kurt barely had a moment to register everything before the sea of people were paying attention to him and cameras and microphones were thrust in his face and everyone was talking at once. Before he could even open his mouth to say something he felt Mercedes grab hold of his shoulders and yank him into the school.
~~~~ PART FIVE
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 4/?
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
“You look suberb!”
Kurt smiled up at grand-mère as she met him in the garden, he stood to receive her with a hug. “How are you?”
“Very well, I am so sorry I took so long. I was in trade negotiations with Italy.”
“It’s alright, Alexandre kept me entertained, he was teaching me to play Backgammon.”
“Excellent. He told me you’ve been having trouble at school. I am sorry for that, but you need to remember what Nietzsche said: what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.”
Kurt nodded sagely and took a sip of his hot chocolate (slightly flavoured with cherries, of course) and set the embellished glass mug down on the table. “I have. They can do all they wish to me, I will never let them win.”
Melisse smiled and laid her hand atop Kurt’s and squeezed. “Very good. Now, come with me. I have some news.”
Nodding, Kurt stood and let himself be led through the wide back parlor, up the stairs and into the library. As Kurt made himself comfortable in the bay window overlooking the street, Melisse sat in a winged, high-backed chair.
“I take it you’ve been reading the books I’ve given you on the history of Verique?”
“Yes, grand-mère, and I’ve been reading the speeches to the Parliament you gave to me as well.”
“Wonderful.” Melisse peered round her chair, before rising up and crossing to the door and shutting it after shooing the guards away. “I have some news.”
Kurt rose a brow and watched as Melisse picked up a remote and clicked, causing a panel to slide down and reveal a TV screen. She sat down on a love seat and motioned for Kurt to join her. Kurt stood from his spot in the bay window and sat on the love seat, crossing his legs a moment before catching himself and sitting up straight. Melisse smiled at him and with a wave of her hand, he sunk back into the couch and crossed his legs.
“I’ve narrowed down the boys for dates. I’ve found you the one I think you’d enjoy.”
Kurt grinned and watched as she clicked on the remote and a picture flashed on the screen. A brunette with wild curls, a sweet smile and insanely magnetic hazel eyes. “Grand-mère, he’s gorgeous.”
“Lord Blaine Powell, his father is a Marquess in Britain, which technically makes him a Duke now, because of their power shifts. Irregardless, he’s a lovely boy, I met him on a tour of England a while ago and he was very polite. He plays the cello, the guitar, and the piano. He fences, paints, rides horses, and he adores astronomy.”
Kurt let out a shaky exhale and a slow smile spread over his face. “And he wants to date me?”
“When I sent him your picture he said and I quote “he looks utterly adorable and seems very likeable, I would be interested in getting to know him better”. So he set up your date for tomorrow.”
“He wants to get to know me -- Tomorrow!? But I don’t have anything to wear and where are we going and oh my God!”
“I know it seems sudden, dear, but he really was insistent and I couldn’t say no. He said he would send a car to pick you up from here tomorrow at ten in the morning. He wanted to spend the day with you.”
Kurt looked back at the picture, at the boy who wanted to date him, at another of his kind, and nodded. “Just get me an outfit and I’ll be there.”
“Excellent. Now that that’s settled we can dive right into trade politics!”
Kurt took the pad of paper from his grandmother and sat up straight as she began to pace the room and lecture.
~*~
“How do I look?” Kurt spun for Alexandre, dressed in a navy and charcoal cardigan with a white collared shirt and tie tucked under and a pair of jeans and boots. “Is it too casual?”
“Just right, your highness. The right mix of propriety while not being too pomp. Do you know where you’re going?”
“Total surprise.”
Alexandre nodded and smiled when Kurt pulled on a hat, cocking it slightly to the side; the kid loved flair. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time.” Alexandre lifted his head at the sound of a horn and looked to Kurt. “That’s your ride. Deep breaths.”
Kurt took a deep breath and crossed through the door as Alexandre handed him his coat.
~*~
It turned out the car ride was to Columbus Airport, where Kurt was herded onto a private jet with several express and profound apologies that “Lord Powell couldn’t pick him up himself it due to having a midterm and would meet him”. While on the plane Kurt met with Blaine’s assistant, who informed him that Blaine was going to Harvard for a degree in political science, because even though Blaine had gotten into Oxford, he had wanted freedom from his family. Which made total sense. But mostly Kurt was internally freaking out because not only was he leaving Ohio for the first time in his life; he was on a private jet.
“Here we are, your majesty. I trust you had a good flight.”
Kurt nodded as he was lead down the flight of stairs onto the tarmac where there was a sleek, metallic blue car waiting and there was Blaine, leaning against it cool as a cucumber in a pair of stone washed jeans and a collared shirt and skinny tie.
Kurt was dying.
“You must be Kurt.”
Oh sweet Jesus he had an accent. A perfectly inflected Queen’s English accent. Kurt’s legs were going to turn to rubber.
“And you must be Blaine.”
Kurt watched, wide eyed, as Blaine took his outstretched hand, turned his palm and kissed it. “A pleasure, your highness.”
Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but it was lost, and instead he giggled, gently tugged his hand away and stared at his feet. Idiot.
“I thought I might interest you in something you’ve never done before.”
“I’m up for anything. What did you have in mind?”
“Skydiving.”
Kurt cleared his throat as a shocked squeak managed to escape his filter and blinked in Blaine’s direction. “I’m not... I...”
“It would be a tandem dive, so I’d make sure you were safe.”
And if that didn’t turn him to mush, the gentle squeeze to his hand and Blaine’s self-assured smile definitely did. “Alright.”
“Excellent, I promise I’ll keep you safe.”
Kurt sighed and trailed behind Blaine as Blaine helped him into the passenger’s side of the car before getting into the driver’s side and they took off.
~*~
“Are you ready?”
Kurt swallowed thickly, unable to believe he was actually going to do this. On one hand he could hear his father screaming at him not to do this, on the other was his father urging him on. He took the blue tinted goggles from Blaine and slid them on as wind whipped his hair about (one downside to be literally strapped against your date as you hurtle towards the ground; bad hair) and slipped them on.
“As I’ll ever be.”
“Okay, deep breath, and one, two...”
Kurt slammed his eyes shut, his body going into auto-mode as he followed through with the instructions Blaine had given him, and felt his feet leave the safety of the airplane’s floor. There was a lurch and a jolt signalling the drogue parachute opening to balance them out and with a deep breath, Kurt forced his eyes open.
The view was amazing.
With nothing to impede his vision, Kurt could see for miles. Stretches of green below them, far in the distance there were swaths of white-blue of water and all around were mottled dots of grey, brown and black of the buildings with other flashes of cars in every colour. It was insane. Here he was, thousands of feet above the earth, strapped to someone he knew for less than three hours, and having the time of his life.
“How are you doing?”
“This is amazing!”
Even through the thickness of the gloves, Kurt could feel Blaine’s hands slide over his own and curl, squeezing; holding; protecting.
“I knew you would.”
After deploying their parachute, fingers entangled, they guided themselves to the ground and landed right on target. They lay in place for a long moment, letting themselves regain their bearings and breath. After several moments, Blaine unhooked their harnesses from each other and slid out from under Kurt, offering his arms out to the younger male. They walked, arm in arm, back to the drop zone.
~*~
“You’re spoiling, taking me all these places. First you fly me all the way out to even meet you, then you take me skydiving, now you’re taking me to Disneyworld!”
“Have you ever been?”
“Well, no, but --”
“Then enjoy it.”
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but it fell shut when Blaine took his hand and pulled him towards the ticket booth. After paying their way through, Blaine held out the map and asked where he wanted to go first. Kurt mused over the Magic Kingdom map as they wandered through the streets of Disney.
“Why don’t we just wander a little first?” Kurt suggested, looking up from the map and over at Blaine, before looking down at their still joined hands.
“Eager to stay?”
“I live a bland life in Lima, Ohio.”
Blaine laughed and they headed down the main road, every so often popping into the stores to look at the things for sale. “So, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
“Hm? Oh, I’m actually pretty boring. I don’t have a skydiving license or anything like that. I didn’t even know there was anything special about me until a week ago. I’ve lived in Lima, Ohio for all of my life. I’m an honour roll student, I like musicals and plays, and I’m a cheerleader. What about you?”
“You are special, title or not. You just... glow. I grew up with a lot being expected of me. My father was very distant with me, expected a great deal of me. I graduated with honours and as captain of the football team, or... soccer, I guess. I enrolled in Harvard to get some space from my parents and now I’m here.”
“I’m glad you’re here now. So far I’m --” Kurt frowned and dug his free hand into his pocket to pull out his iPhone. “‘Cedes, I told you I was busy today.”
“Important?”
“My best friend is checking up on me.”
“She knows you’re with me?”
“I told her I had “princely duties”. Sorry, I’ll turn it off.”
Blaine shook his head and steered them to a bench. “She’s your friend and she cares. I have an international phone if you’d like to call her and save charges.”
“That’s so nice, I’ll just be a minute.” Pocketing his phone and breaking their handhold, Kurt took Blaine’s phone and dialled Mercedes’ number. As he held the phone to his ear, Kurt watched as Blaine stood and rounded to the other side of him to take his other hand. Flushing, Kurt looked down as Mercedes answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me.”
“Your number didn’t come up, are you okay?”
“I told you I was busy today, remember?”
“I thought maybe we could hang out.”
“Mercedes, I’m on a date.”
“You’re... Oh God! I’m hanging up now. Tell me all about it later. Love you. Wait! Does your dad know?”
“Yes Mercedes, I’m going to hang up now.”
“Okay, have fun!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and flicked the phone shut before holding it out for Blaine to take. “I’m sorry, she tends to worry.”
“It’s alright, you should have seen my roommate, she would not let me leave.”
“So... where were we?”
“I was actually going to ask if you were hungry.”
“I could eat.”
Blaine stood and tugged Kurt up. “What are you in the mood for? Sitting down and eating or something quick.”
“Whatever you want is fine with me.”
“Alright, come on.”
Kurt let Blaine lead him to their destination.
~*~
Several hours later, after a whirlwind of food, rides, shopping and another flight from Florida to Columbus, and then driving from Columbus to Lima, Kurt was sitting in the passenger’s seat of Blaine’s rented car mentally freaking out. Okay sure there had been that kiss during Space Mountain. And the other small one during the turbulence home. But this was the goodnight kiss. At his house, no less.
“I had a really good time.”
“So did I.”
“You really didn’t have to pay for everything though, or drive me home.”
“It’s alright, I took you out and besides, I need to take a separate flight back to Massachusetts to get back to school.”
“Are you sure? I mean...”
“I’m sure.” Blaine looked out the car to Kurt’s house and the pickup truck in the driveway. “This is your house it looks....”
“Middle class?”
“Cozy.”
Kurt laughed and flushed. “Well... I should...”
“Let me walk you to the door.”
Kurt watched as Blaine stepped out of the driver’s side and collected his bag of souvenirs and the stuffed Donald Duck that Blaine had insisted on buying him. As Blaine opened the door, Kurt tucked the giant duck under his arm and crammed the souvenirs in his messenger bag and stepped out.
They made their way up the driveway and porch to the door in silence and at a respectable distance. Kurt was sure that somewhere in the depths of the house his father was watching the whole thing with a disapproving glare and ready to skin Blaine alive if he made one wrong move.
“Well... This is me.” Kurt pointed to the door, as if to emphasize his point. “This is my door.”
“It’s a very nice door.”
“Thank you. So, I really should go. But I’d like to see you again.”
“Excellent. I have your number, and you have mine, so why don’t I give you a call this week?”
“This week would be good. I look forward to hearing your ring tone. I’m not saying I’ll sit anxiously and stare at my phone waiting for it to ring but--”
Kurt was effectively cut off as Blaine swooped down and pressed their mouths together. It was awkward and Kurt’s arm was mashed between his body and the door as Blaine pressed against him. They broke and Kurt smiled shyly before dropping his things, twining his arms around Blaine’s neck and leaned up to kiss him again. After several long moments Kurt pulled back to suck in air and lowered his head, cheeks flushed.
“I...” Clearing his throat, Kurt swooped down and picked up his things before pressing his mouth to Blaine’s chastely. “Good night.”
“Sleep well, your highness.”
Kurt stumbled back into the front hall and slammed the door shut. Pressing his back do the door Kurt dropped his things and spun around, peeling the thin curtain from the windows beside the door he watched as Blaine got into his car and drove off with a dreamy sigh.
“Did you have a good time?”
Kurt jumped and whirled back to look at his father, his eyes wide. “What?”
“He seems nice, a little handsy, but nice.”
Kurt laughed softly. “I had a good time. We went skydiving.”
Burt rose a brow and shook his head. “You’re growing up. Don’t forget to study for your test on Monday. Also, Rachel phoned, she said that everyone was meeting in the morning; she said something about a collective meeting?”
“Okay. I’m going to take a shower and head to bed.”
“Night.”
~*~
Kurt spent the rest of the weekend cooped up in his room studying for a Chemistry test. Every so often For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert would pierce the silence as he and Blaine texted back and forth. Blaine was back in England for the week for his brother’s birthday and kept expressing his desires and wishes that Kurt was with him. Which served to make Kurt’s studying near impossible. But he got it done. Because boyfriend or not, anything less than an A in Chemistry wasn’t acceptable.
“Are you ready for Chemistry?” Mercedes asked as they walked along the quiet streets of Lima. It was a frigid late November morning, still slightly dark, as they headed to Glee.
“Totally. Although Blaine made it hard to study.”
“Oooo,” Mercedes whispered, grinning. “Scandalous romance.”
“He’s so sweet and he makes my legs turn to jelly. When he first had a moment with me he kissed my hand and called my ‘your highness’ and I died inside.”
“I’m glad you’re managing to have some happiness in this world of crazy. I hope you make me your lady in charge of awesome.”
“I don’t even know if I’m taking the job, or whatever, I’m still thinking things over.”
“No rush, just know I want my own manor, and access to Denzel Washington.”
Kurt laughed as they rounded the corner and crossed onto the campus. “What’s going on?” Kurt asked as he noticed a bunch of people gathered on the steps.
“Maybe Coach Sylvester is giving a statement about the Cheerios or something?”
“Maybe.” Kurt huffed as they got closer and pulled his scarf tighter around his neck and started pushing his way through the throng of reporters. “Excuse me, excuse me.”
“That’s him! That’s the prince!”
Kurt barely had a moment to register everything before the sea of people were paying attention to him and cameras and microphones were thrust in his face and everyone was talking at once. Before he could even open his mouth to say something he felt Mercedes grab hold of his shoulders and yank him into the school.
~~~~ PART FIVE