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Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 5/?
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
“What the HELL is going on?!”
Kurt groaned as he sunk into one of the hard plastic chairs, pulling his scarf up to hide as his fellow glee clubbers swarmed around him. He looked at the papers in his hands; pictures of him at his grandmother’s, pictures of him and Blaine, pictures of him alone. The titles alone were enough to hurt: A Pair of Queens, Prince Charming and Cinderfella, New Prince On the ‘Straight’ and Narrow, Verique’s Next Prince(ss)?, Snow White.
How had they figured it out? It was like he was bugged or something. Or they had invaded his privacy.
“Back away!”
Kurt looked up, his eyes wet with tears that had spilled over and were coursing down his cheeks, and saw Alexandre running in. He tried to explain, tried to say something, but all that came out was a mixture of a wail and a sob. Kurt just leaned his head against the elder, steadier man as Alexander stood before him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Are you alright?”
“I don’t know how... It.... It’s all my fault...”
“It isn’t. It’s their job to find things out. Do you want to go home?”
Kurt shook his head. “I have a test in third period. I need to do this. I’m not letting them get the best of me.”
“Kurt...?”
Kurt lifted his head at the voice, taking the handkerchief from Alexandre and looked to Sam. “Yeah?”
“I brought you some water.” Sam held the bottle out with a shaky smile. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No. Thanks.” Kurt took the bottle and opened it. He took a few sips and stood up, looking at the gleeks who were staring at him. “Okay, I’m going to say this one time and then answer your questions only right now, okay? Good. Yes, I am a prince. I didn’t know until about a week ago. My grandmother is the Queen of Verique and I am - apparently - the Crown Prince, now, who has questions?”
“Um... Why didn’t you tell us?” It was Rachel who spoke first, pulling over a chair and sitting in it.
Kurt slowly sat back down, looking to Alexandre who sat next to him almost immediately. “I wasn’t ready. I’m still trying to process everything. Okay, uh... Artie?”
Artie lowered his hand. “How long have you been dating that boy in the pictures and who is he?”
“What boy?” Sam asked, nodding in thanks as Kurt shoved the slew of tabloid papers at him.
“His name is Blaine Powell. His dad is a duke in England. And it was our first date. We went skydiving and went to Disneyland. Okay, next... Brittany?”
“Whose he?” Brittany asked, pointing to Alexandre.
“This is Alexandre, my grandmother assigned him to me to make sure I was safe.”
Before Kurt could select Sam for the next - last - question, his phone rang, the startling For Your Entertainment ringtone ripping through the silence. Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and smiled at the picture of Blaine in front of Cinderella’s Castle before clicking receive.
“Hello?”
“I just heard. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, the vultures aren’t so bad out here. Do you want me to fly back out there? I can be there as soon as I can.”
“It’s fine. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“If you’re sure, stay safe for me.”
“I will. Classes are going to start soon, I’ll talk to you later.”
Kurt hung up and pocketed his phone, standing as the five minute warning bell rang, Kurt shouldered his bag and let Alexandre escort him out of the room.
~*~
“This isn’t your fault my dear, they were just doing their job.”
“I know, but...” Kurt sighed and raked his hand through his hair. Trying to calm himself down. He had skipped out of school early after his test and was staying with his grandmother until his dad came home. He really didn’t want to be alone. “Not to mention Alexandre, he was acting strange during my English class.”
“Oh?” Melisse asked, brow raised as she turned to look at Alexandre for an explanation.
“One of the boy’s in his English class seems familiar to me but I cannot place where I know him from.”
Kurt took a long sip of his water before pushing his hair back and reclined further in the plush chair he was snuggled into. “Who?”
“The blond boy you were sitting beside.”
“Sam? Sam’s nobody. He’s a football player and he’s in glee.”
Alexandre’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he crossed to one of the bookshelves to pull down a pile of photo albums and he began to flip through them. Kurt watched, slowly finishing his heavenly piece of lemon meringue pie, intrigued. Aside from learning how to conduct himself in polite but vague answers and how to sit, stand, and walk properly, Kurt learned that being royal meant imbibing copious amounts of delicious food. How most royalty wasn’t the size of Veruca Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was beyond him; he just thanked his lucky stars for his elliptical and his treadmill.
As he pushed away the empty plate and took a long sip of his chamomile tea, Kurt watched Alexandre. He watched as the elder male flipped through the albums, pausing on pages every so often to stare at a picture before shaking his head and moving on.
“Your highness, do you have a picture of this boy?”
“Um... I think so...” Kurt pulled out his iPhone and flicked through the menus before finding a picture of the glee group at Sectionals. Clicking on it and enlarging it so Sam was the center of the screen, Kurt turned the phone to Alexandre. “Is this good?”
Alexandre crossed to the table and set the album down as he stood behind Kurt’s left shoulder and placed the phone on the opposite page. Melisse stood, standing by Kurt’s right shoulder and peered down at the picture with her grandson.
“Here,” Alexandre informed, tapping on the glossy, plastic encased photo of a group of well dressed men by a fountain. His finger rested to the farthest left of the picture, on a pair of males; one older, one young. “Right there.”
Kurt bowed his head to examine the photo with scrutiny. The pair Alexandre had indicated looked somewhat similar, both wearing polished suits, the older male in black and the younger in a navy blazer with khaki pants. The elder male had dark features and facial hair, his hand was resting on the younger male’s shoulder, almost squeezing. The younger male was a polished, younger looking, fresh-faced, brown haired Sam.
“I knew it!” Kurt hissed, tapping on the photo, a smirk flashing over his face. “I knew it came from a bottle.”
“Your highness, this isn’t about the young man’s hair colour. Do you know who he is?”
Kurt pursed his lips. He was Sam, but Kurt was sure Alexandre meant in the context of the picture. Looking back at it, as if it would give him the answers he needed, Kurt shook his head. “No.”
“This,” Alexandre started, indicating the older man, “is Lord George Kristof Albert Lalande, Duke of Sarchete. And this,” Alexandre continued, pointing to Sam, “is his nephew, Lord Samuel Roderick Michael Evan Lalande.”
Kirt’s brow furrowed as he looked up at Alexandre and then to his grandmother and at their pinched, concerned expressions. “Lalande, why does that name sound familiar? Lalande... Wait isn’t that the name of the family that would take over the throne if I refuse power?”
Melisse nodded, her expression grim.
Kurt covered his face and sunk back in the chair as an icy feeling pooled in his stomach.
Shit.
~*~
“Fils de pute!” Kurt tried to lunge at Sam again only to be pushed back gently by Alexandre.
He had shocked everyone when he had marched into the choir room during lunch when everyone was jamming and marched himself up to Sam and slapped him hard across the face and started screaming at him in French. Then Sam shocked everyone and started screaming back in French. Alexandre got between the two when Kurt practically launched himself at Sam, ready to claw his eyes out.
“You lying bastard!” Kurt screeched in English as he thrashed in Alexandre’s grip, his eyes shooting poison at Sam as Sam back-peddled from the prince, his arms up in defense.
“I didn’t know who it was! I was only told there was someone my age from the Delacroix line living in this city. My uncle didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl! I honestly thought it was Rachel, she certainly acted haughty.”
“Rachel is a sad excuse for a diva, you really don’t understand America at all, do you?”
“Wait,” Finn interrupted, standing from his seat on the risers, “what’s happening?”
Kurt relaxed and nodded when Alexandre let go of his shoulders. Taking in a few calming breaths, Kurt smoothed down his shirt and fixed his hair, before clearing his throat and turning to face the rest of the glee club.
“Sam lied to all of us. He’s from the Lalande family in Verique. They’ve been trying to steal power from my grandmother for years. Sam was obviously sent here by his tyrant and dictator of an uncle to spy on the next heir apparent for the Delacroix family and report back to his uncle. He was probably ordered to get whoever it was to refuse the throne so his family, by default, would be in power. Well, I can tell you it isn’t going to work! I’m onto you buddy, and now nothing is going to stop me from saying yes.”
“So... is that why his voice changed and he sounds different now?”
“I do?”
Kurt spun on his heel, his eyes glaring fire at Sam. “You have a French accent now, since you’re not hiding anymore. You know what... I bet you’re not even dyslexic!”
Sam shrugged, his face casual. “English is my fourth language. I needed some excuse for when I made errors.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he stepped close to Sam, dangerously close as he invaded Sam’s personal space. “You disgust me. You lied to all of us, not only about who you were - are - but also about your history, and on top of that you lied about a learning disability to make us pity you. Furthermore, I liked you. I thought you were funny, charming and polite. I considered you a friend. So why don’t you take your bottle blond, lying self and get out of my way. I loathe you.”
Everyone watched, mouth agape, as Kurt sidestepped Sam and marched out of the room with Alexandre at his heel and the door slamming loudly behind them.
~~~ PART SIX~~~
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 5/?
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
“What the HELL is going on?!”
Kurt groaned as he sunk into one of the hard plastic chairs, pulling his scarf up to hide as his fellow glee clubbers swarmed around him. He looked at the papers in his hands; pictures of him at his grandmother’s, pictures of him and Blaine, pictures of him alone. The titles alone were enough to hurt: A Pair of Queens, Prince Charming and Cinderfella, New Prince On the ‘Straight’ and Narrow, Verique’s Next Prince(ss)?, Snow White.
How had they figured it out? It was like he was bugged or something. Or they had invaded his privacy.
“Back away!”
Kurt looked up, his eyes wet with tears that had spilled over and were coursing down his cheeks, and saw Alexandre running in. He tried to explain, tried to say something, but all that came out was a mixture of a wail and a sob. Kurt just leaned his head against the elder, steadier man as Alexander stood before him and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Are you alright?”
“I don’t know how... It.... It’s all my fault...”
“It isn’t. It’s their job to find things out. Do you want to go home?”
Kurt shook his head. “I have a test in third period. I need to do this. I’m not letting them get the best of me.”
“Kurt...?”
Kurt lifted his head at the voice, taking the handkerchief from Alexandre and looked to Sam. “Yeah?”
“I brought you some water.” Sam held the bottle out with a shaky smile. “Is there anything I can do?”
“No. Thanks.” Kurt took the bottle and opened it. He took a few sips and stood up, looking at the gleeks who were staring at him. “Okay, I’m going to say this one time and then answer your questions only right now, okay? Good. Yes, I am a prince. I didn’t know until about a week ago. My grandmother is the Queen of Verique and I am - apparently - the Crown Prince, now, who has questions?”
“Um... Why didn’t you tell us?” It was Rachel who spoke first, pulling over a chair and sitting in it.
Kurt slowly sat back down, looking to Alexandre who sat next to him almost immediately. “I wasn’t ready. I’m still trying to process everything. Okay, uh... Artie?”
Artie lowered his hand. “How long have you been dating that boy in the pictures and who is he?”
“What boy?” Sam asked, nodding in thanks as Kurt shoved the slew of tabloid papers at him.
“His name is Blaine Powell. His dad is a duke in England. And it was our first date. We went skydiving and went to Disneyland. Okay, next... Brittany?”
“Whose he?” Brittany asked, pointing to Alexandre.
“This is Alexandre, my grandmother assigned him to me to make sure I was safe.”
Before Kurt could select Sam for the next - last - question, his phone rang, the startling For Your Entertainment ringtone ripping through the silence. Kurt pulled his phone out of his pocket and smiled at the picture of Blaine in front of Cinderella’s Castle before clicking receive.
“Hello?”
“I just heard. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, the vultures aren’t so bad out here. Do you want me to fly back out there? I can be there as soon as I can.”
“It’s fine. I’ll see you when you get back.”
“If you’re sure, stay safe for me.”
“I will. Classes are going to start soon, I’ll talk to you later.”
Kurt hung up and pocketed his phone, standing as the five minute warning bell rang, Kurt shouldered his bag and let Alexandre escort him out of the room.
~*~
“This isn’t your fault my dear, they were just doing their job.”
“I know, but...” Kurt sighed and raked his hand through his hair. Trying to calm himself down. He had skipped out of school early after his test and was staying with his grandmother until his dad came home. He really didn’t want to be alone. “Not to mention Alexandre, he was acting strange during my English class.”
“Oh?” Melisse asked, brow raised as she turned to look at Alexandre for an explanation.
“One of the boy’s in his English class seems familiar to me but I cannot place where I know him from.”
Kurt took a long sip of his water before pushing his hair back and reclined further in the plush chair he was snuggled into. “Who?”
“The blond boy you were sitting beside.”
“Sam? Sam’s nobody. He’s a football player and he’s in glee.”
Alexandre’s mouth pressed into a thin line and he crossed to one of the bookshelves to pull down a pile of photo albums and he began to flip through them. Kurt watched, slowly finishing his heavenly piece of lemon meringue pie, intrigued. Aside from learning how to conduct himself in polite but vague answers and how to sit, stand, and walk properly, Kurt learned that being royal meant imbibing copious amounts of delicious food. How most royalty wasn’t the size of Veruca Salt in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was beyond him; he just thanked his lucky stars for his elliptical and his treadmill.
As he pushed away the empty plate and took a long sip of his chamomile tea, Kurt watched Alexandre. He watched as the elder male flipped through the albums, pausing on pages every so often to stare at a picture before shaking his head and moving on.
“Your highness, do you have a picture of this boy?”
“Um... I think so...” Kurt pulled out his iPhone and flicked through the menus before finding a picture of the glee group at Sectionals. Clicking on it and enlarging it so Sam was the center of the screen, Kurt turned the phone to Alexandre. “Is this good?”
Alexandre crossed to the table and set the album down as he stood behind Kurt’s left shoulder and placed the phone on the opposite page. Melisse stood, standing by Kurt’s right shoulder and peered down at the picture with her grandson.
“Here,” Alexandre informed, tapping on the glossy, plastic encased photo of a group of well dressed men by a fountain. His finger rested to the farthest left of the picture, on a pair of males; one older, one young. “Right there.”
Kurt bowed his head to examine the photo with scrutiny. The pair Alexandre had indicated looked somewhat similar, both wearing polished suits, the older male in black and the younger in a navy blazer with khaki pants. The elder male had dark features and facial hair, his hand was resting on the younger male’s shoulder, almost squeezing. The younger male was a polished, younger looking, fresh-faced, brown haired Sam.
“I knew it!” Kurt hissed, tapping on the photo, a smirk flashing over his face. “I knew it came from a bottle.”
“Your highness, this isn’t about the young man’s hair colour. Do you know who he is?”
Kurt pursed his lips. He was Sam, but Kurt was sure Alexandre meant in the context of the picture. Looking back at it, as if it would give him the answers he needed, Kurt shook his head. “No.”
“This,” Alexandre started, indicating the older man, “is Lord George Kristof Albert Lalande, Duke of Sarchete. And this,” Alexandre continued, pointing to Sam, “is his nephew, Lord Samuel Roderick Michael Evan Lalande.”
Kirt’s brow furrowed as he looked up at Alexandre and then to his grandmother and at their pinched, concerned expressions. “Lalande, why does that name sound familiar? Lalande... Wait isn’t that the name of the family that would take over the throne if I refuse power?”
Melisse nodded, her expression grim.
Kurt covered his face and sunk back in the chair as an icy feeling pooled in his stomach.
Shit.
~*~
“Fils de pute!” Kurt tried to lunge at Sam again only to be pushed back gently by Alexandre.
He had shocked everyone when he had marched into the choir room during lunch when everyone was jamming and marched himself up to Sam and slapped him hard across the face and started screaming at him in French. Then Sam shocked everyone and started screaming back in French. Alexandre got between the two when Kurt practically launched himself at Sam, ready to claw his eyes out.
“You lying bastard!” Kurt screeched in English as he thrashed in Alexandre’s grip, his eyes shooting poison at Sam as Sam back-peddled from the prince, his arms up in defense.
“I didn’t know who it was! I was only told there was someone my age from the Delacroix line living in this city. My uncle didn’t even know if it was a boy or a girl! I honestly thought it was Rachel, she certainly acted haughty.”
“Rachel is a sad excuse for a diva, you really don’t understand America at all, do you?”
“Wait,” Finn interrupted, standing from his seat on the risers, “what’s happening?”
Kurt relaxed and nodded when Alexandre let go of his shoulders. Taking in a few calming breaths, Kurt smoothed down his shirt and fixed his hair, before clearing his throat and turning to face the rest of the glee club.
“Sam lied to all of us. He’s from the Lalande family in Verique. They’ve been trying to steal power from my grandmother for years. Sam was obviously sent here by his tyrant and dictator of an uncle to spy on the next heir apparent for the Delacroix family and report back to his uncle. He was probably ordered to get whoever it was to refuse the throne so his family, by default, would be in power. Well, I can tell you it isn’t going to work! I’m onto you buddy, and now nothing is going to stop me from saying yes.”
“So... is that why his voice changed and he sounds different now?”
“I do?”
Kurt spun on his heel, his eyes glaring fire at Sam. “You have a French accent now, since you’re not hiding anymore. You know what... I bet you’re not even dyslexic!”
Sam shrugged, his face casual. “English is my fourth language. I needed some excuse for when I made errors.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he stepped close to Sam, dangerously close as he invaded Sam’s personal space. “You disgust me. You lied to all of us, not only about who you were - are - but also about your history, and on top of that you lied about a learning disability to make us pity you. Furthermore, I liked you. I thought you were funny, charming and polite. I considered you a friend. So why don’t you take your bottle blond, lying self and get out of my way. I loathe you.”
Everyone watched, mouth agape, as Kurt sidestepped Sam and marched out of the room with Alexandre at his heel and the door slamming loudly behind them.
~~~ PART SIX~~~