Fic: Resigned to Fate (4/?)
Media: Fic
Title: Resigned to Fate
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13 (For now - may change later)
Warnings: Homophobia/Bullying, Mentions of Kurtofsky kiss.
Spoilers: Through 2.17 to be safe
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, other misc characters
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: I am saying that I am resigned to my own fate...
Author's Note: So I was struck by this idea over the hiatus when a few other fics with similar themes popped up. It's a Royalty!Fic. This fic is unlike anything I've ever written. The tone, the pacing, the way the characters speak...it's all very new and experimental for me, and I hope you guys like it. Many, many thanks to my lovely beta alissablue for letting me hook her on Glee and Klaine and telling me this didn't suck. :D
Previous chapters: 1/ 2/ 3
Kurt’s head was still reeling an hour later when Carole called him down for supper. He managed to pull himself together, straightening his clothes from their rumpled mess and pausing in front of the looking glass to neaten his hair. He splashed water on his face and pinched some color into his cheeks and hoped it was enough to get through one meal.
Kurt made his way downstairs slowly, knowing he would be the last to arrive. The rest of his family was already seated, and he hastened to his chair.
Once he was sitting, Carole began passing the serving platters around, and Kurt placed just enough food on his plate to escape scrutiny from his parents.
His father seemed in good spirits, laughing and joking with Carole and Finn. Kurt wished he could feel the same joy his father did, but after that day’s events, he wondered if he’d ever feel anything but dirty ever again.
Karofsky had forced himself on Kurt - taken away something that Kurt hadn’t realized he’d held dear. A kiss was just a kiss after all…unless it was between two men - in which case, the penalty was death.
Kurt tried to hide his trembling from the thought of what could happen to him now.
Surely Karofsky would keep quiet - after all, he would be just as punishable…wouldn’t he?
Kurt picked at his food as his mind swirled and it took him several moments before he realized that his father was addressing him.
“Kurt, Son, are you all right?”
“I’m well.” Kurt replied, forcing all thoughts of the earlier afternoon out of his head. “Just lost among my thoughts.”
“I’ve good news for you, Son.” Burt told him, and Kurt gave his father a questioning look. “It is more than we could have hoped for, honestly.”
“Do tell.” Kurt prompted.
“I spoke with Mr. Pierce this morning.”
Kurt felt his stomach drop at his father’s words. Speaking with Mr. Pierce could only mean one thing.
“He has agreed to our request.”
Kurt sighed. He knew which request his father was referring too. With Kurt’s appearance, and Mckinley law, and his age…people were starting to speculate about him and so his father had deemed it time for Kurt to settle on an interest in a girl.
So they had gone over a list of options, though Kurt had no interest in any of them, and decided on Brittany Pierce. She was the only daughter of a neighboring farmer, and while she was pretty, she wasn’t very bright.
She was always sweet to Kurt though, and he supposed he could deal with spending his life with her - though he loathed that he would have to.
It was unfair. He never asked to be born this way or to have these urges. Kurt knew that he was avoided in town because of how he looked and how he talked, but…no one hated him more than he hated himself.
“A-and when will the ceremony take place?” Kurt forced himself to ask, his voice low. His stomach turned at the thought, but he didn’t want to be sent to death and this seemed the only way out.
“In a few weeks.” Burt gave him a sympathetic look. “Long enough to put word about that she is spoken for, and for us to draw up the contracts.”
Kurt nodded, the food he’d just eaten feeling like a lead weight inside. The urge to dry heave was overwhelming, and it was all he could do not to bolt from the table.
A knock sounded at the front door, and everyone looked up in surprise.
“Are we expecting company?”
“Not that I am aware of.” Carole answered, as Burt rose from his chair.
“They sure picked a fine time, interrupting our meal.” Kurt’s father grumbled, leaving the kitchen and cutting through the front room.
Burt returned a moment later, a thick piece of parchment in his hands. He was staring at the back.
“What is it, Father?” Kurt asked.
“A letter.” Burt answered, his voice sounding funny. “With a royal seal.”
Carole gasped, rising from her chair to peer over Burt’s shoulder.
“Royalty?” Finn glanced at Kurt, who shrugged. He had never met any one royal.
“And there’s a footman on the lawn waiting to take back a reply.”
“Come, let’s open it then.” Carole said, taking the letter from Burt and sliding her finger under the seal to break it. She unfolded the parchment and moved next to the candle in the center of the table to read it.
“Mr. Hummel,” she began, “I wish to discuss with you the matter of your youngest son.” All eyes in the room flicked to Kurt, and he swallowed hard. What - this couldn’t be about what Karofsky had done, could it? Did someone know? Had someone seen? His heart sped up in his chest.
“It is a matter of extreme urgency, and therefore, I wish to avail myself upon you at your earliest.” Carole continued. “Please send a reply with my footman, and I will arrive in the morning.” She paused. Kurt was unable to tear his eyes from her, though he could feel both Finn and his father’s gazes boring into him.
“It’s signed ‘Blaine Anderson, Prince of Dalton.’”
Dalton? Where was Dalton?
“Several weeks journey from here.” Burt replied, and Kurt realized he has spoken out loud. “How do you know of him?”
“I do not.” Kurt told him. “I am stunned as all of us. I can not imagine what he needs to discuss.”
“We shall see upon his arrival then.” Burt decided, returning to the front room to give the footman his reply.
Kurt shivered. He did not know why, but it felt like change was in the air.
Title: Resigned to Fate
Author: slayerkitty
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst
Rating: PG-13 (For now - may change later)
Warnings: Homophobia/Bullying, Mentions of Kurtofsky kiss.
Spoilers: Through 2.17 to be safe
Characters: Kurt/Blaine, other misc characters
Disclaimer: Glee and it's characters are not mine, no matter how much I enjoy playing with them. :)
Summary: I am saying that I am resigned to my own fate...
Author's Note: So I was struck by this idea over the hiatus when a few other fics with similar themes popped up. It's a Royalty!Fic. This fic is unlike anything I've ever written. The tone, the pacing, the way the characters speak...it's all very new and experimental for me, and I hope you guys like it. Many, many thanks to my lovely beta alissablue for letting me hook her on Glee and Klaine and telling me this didn't suck. :D
Previous chapters: 1/ 2/ 3
Kurt’s head was still reeling an hour later when Carole called him down for supper. He managed to pull himself together, straightening his clothes from their rumpled mess and pausing in front of the looking glass to neaten his hair. He splashed water on his face and pinched some color into his cheeks and hoped it was enough to get through one meal.
Kurt made his way downstairs slowly, knowing he would be the last to arrive. The rest of his family was already seated, and he hastened to his chair.
Once he was sitting, Carole began passing the serving platters around, and Kurt placed just enough food on his plate to escape scrutiny from his parents.
His father seemed in good spirits, laughing and joking with Carole and Finn. Kurt wished he could feel the same joy his father did, but after that day’s events, he wondered if he’d ever feel anything but dirty ever again.
Karofsky had forced himself on Kurt - taken away something that Kurt hadn’t realized he’d held dear. A kiss was just a kiss after all…unless it was between two men - in which case, the penalty was death.
Kurt tried to hide his trembling from the thought of what could happen to him now.
Surely Karofsky would keep quiet - after all, he would be just as punishable…wouldn’t he?
Kurt picked at his food as his mind swirled and it took him several moments before he realized that his father was addressing him.
“Kurt, Son, are you all right?”
“I’m well.” Kurt replied, forcing all thoughts of the earlier afternoon out of his head. “Just lost among my thoughts.”
“I’ve good news for you, Son.” Burt told him, and Kurt gave his father a questioning look. “It is more than we could have hoped for, honestly.”
“Do tell.” Kurt prompted.
“I spoke with Mr. Pierce this morning.”
Kurt felt his stomach drop at his father’s words. Speaking with Mr. Pierce could only mean one thing.
“He has agreed to our request.”
Kurt sighed. He knew which request his father was referring too. With Kurt’s appearance, and Mckinley law, and his age…people were starting to speculate about him and so his father had deemed it time for Kurt to settle on an interest in a girl.
So they had gone over a list of options, though Kurt had no interest in any of them, and decided on Brittany Pierce. She was the only daughter of a neighboring farmer, and while she was pretty, she wasn’t very bright.
She was always sweet to Kurt though, and he supposed he could deal with spending his life with her - though he loathed that he would have to.
It was unfair. He never asked to be born this way or to have these urges. Kurt knew that he was avoided in town because of how he looked and how he talked, but…no one hated him more than he hated himself.
“A-and when will the ceremony take place?” Kurt forced himself to ask, his voice low. His stomach turned at the thought, but he didn’t want to be sent to death and this seemed the only way out.
“In a few weeks.” Burt gave him a sympathetic look. “Long enough to put word about that she is spoken for, and for us to draw up the contracts.”
Kurt nodded, the food he’d just eaten feeling like a lead weight inside. The urge to dry heave was overwhelming, and it was all he could do not to bolt from the table.
A knock sounded at the front door, and everyone looked up in surprise.
“Are we expecting company?”
“Not that I am aware of.” Carole answered, as Burt rose from his chair.
“They sure picked a fine time, interrupting our meal.” Kurt’s father grumbled, leaving the kitchen and cutting through the front room.
Burt returned a moment later, a thick piece of parchment in his hands. He was staring at the back.
“What is it, Father?” Kurt asked.
“A letter.” Burt answered, his voice sounding funny. “With a royal seal.”
Carole gasped, rising from her chair to peer over Burt’s shoulder.
“Royalty?” Finn glanced at Kurt, who shrugged. He had never met any one royal.
“And there’s a footman on the lawn waiting to take back a reply.”
“Come, let’s open it then.” Carole said, taking the letter from Burt and sliding her finger under the seal to break it. She unfolded the parchment and moved next to the candle in the center of the table to read it.
“Mr. Hummel,” she began, “I wish to discuss with you the matter of your youngest son.” All eyes in the room flicked to Kurt, and he swallowed hard. What - this couldn’t be about what Karofsky had done, could it? Did someone know? Had someone seen? His heart sped up in his chest.
“It is a matter of extreme urgency, and therefore, I wish to avail myself upon you at your earliest.” Carole continued. “Please send a reply with my footman, and I will arrive in the morning.” She paused. Kurt was unable to tear his eyes from her, though he could feel both Finn and his father’s gazes boring into him.
“It’s signed ‘Blaine Anderson, Prince of Dalton.’”
Dalton? Where was Dalton?
“Several weeks journey from here.” Burt replied, and Kurt realized he has spoken out loud. “How do you know of him?”
“I do not.” Kurt told him. “I am stunned as all of us. I can not imagine what he needs to discuss.”
“We shall see upon his arrival then.” Burt decided, returning to the front room to give the footman his reply.
Kurt shivered. He did not know why, but it felt like change was in the air.