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Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 1/?
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.
Kurt glanced up at the clock, wondering how much slower the stupid thing could go. There were fifteen minutes left in Geography class and Mr. Gugenheim was blathering on about some tiny country in Europe, just off the coast of France and Spain. Seriously, could this class get any more boring? It was bad enough they had to learn their own history, let alone that of another. He was busy doodling his name surrounded by stars, hearts and music notes while trying to pay attention even if he wasn’t taking notes.
“-- is a constiutional monarchy, so while it has a prime minister, many decisions are still made by the royal family.”
Cool, princes and princesses still existed in the world. Maybe he’d get his own prince charming one day.
He stole a look up at the clock. Watching it tick the last minute of Geography away. Then he could go to English and actually enjoy learning before he got to unwind his dazzlingly unspectacular day in glee.
“And the Queen’s name is --” Mr. Gugenheim was cut off the by the bell and folded his notes closed. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow. Remember to read chapter seven!”
Sliding out of his seat, Kurt slid his books into his bag and shouldered it. He watched, hovering near his desk, as the classroom emptied. Slipping out the door into the flow of people Kurt brightened when Mercedes kicked off the wall; a swath of bright aquamarine in the seas of red and white, and hooked her arm around his.
“How was Geo?”
“We started learning about some new constitutional monarchy. I was thinking about the new Marc Jacobs jacket I wanted.”
Mercedes laughed and tugged his elbow as they headed up the stairs and a jock barrelled down, likely planning to knock Kurt into the wall, but with Mercedes’ timing Kurt was saved. He smiled gratefully at her as they finished climbing the flight of stairs and rounded the corner into Ms. Eaton’s class. Kurt spotted Sam in the back corner by the window and peering out it. The blond glanced over when they entered and waved, they shuffled to the end row and Kurt sat in front of Sam while Mercedes took the seat beside Kurt.
Kurt pivoted in the chair and glanced down at Sam’s notes; he’d been helping the other every so often, and smiled when he realized Sam had already started reading the book. “You enjoying it?”
Sam tore his eyes from the comic in front of him. “I’ve read it before.”
Kurt rose a brow. Sam had read The Count of Monte Cristo? It was a pretty thick book, not to mention translated from French. It didn’t seem like the kind of book Sam would be into. Still...
“Really?”
Sam nodded, flipping the page in his comic. Not looking up he answered, “the themes of vengeance and mercy were really compelling and it shares obvious themes as The Three Musketeers, but that book wasn’t as good as this one.”
Kurt gaped. He opened his mouth to answer before Ms. Eaton clapped her hands to gather attention.
“Class! Today we’re going to be discussing the significance of Dantes’ label of the number 34. As stated last class, when in prison Dantes was given the number 34 to identify who he was and...”
~*~
Kurt stared after Sam as they walked through the emptying halls of McKinley towards the choir room. Not only had Sam read the book twice before; he also had analyzed it and seen three of the five movies, and listened to both Orson Welles adaptations. Not to mention he had made excellent points on theme and symbolism in class.
“He...” Kurt whispered to Mercedes, “he’s smart.”
“Well yeah. Everyone has that one book. Like how I am with To Kill a Mockingbird or you are with The Picture of Dorian Gray.”
It wasn’t that Kurt thought that Sam was stupid, because he knew that just because Sam had dyslexia didn’t mean he was an idiot, it was just that he knew that people with dyslexia had problems reading. Then again, if he like the book that much, he had probably plodded through.
Taking his usual seat at the back, Kurt watched as Sam made himself comfortable and pulled out his comic book. Kurt in turn pulled out Vouge and started leafing through it.
“Mr. Shue, if I may..?”
Fucking Rachel. Sighing and putting his magazine away, Kurt looked to the diva as she started singing. Finn, as usual, was enraptured, but so was Sam. Sam usually couldn’t stand Rachel, so why was he so interested?
Weird.
Really weird.
Kurt rolled his eyes and started filing his nails.
Whatever.
~*~
Well, that day had been fan-fucking-tastic. As usual.
Kurt took a long sip of his caramel macchiato as he rounded the corner and pulled into the parking lot of the garage. Killing the engine, Kurt swung the door open and shouldered his bag as he slid out of his Escalade and closed the door. Alarming the Cadillac, Kurt dropped the keys into his bag and started walking towards the bay to greet his dad.
He rounded a column and saw his dad in his office gesturing wildly. Creeping closer Kurt noticed he was arguing with someone - a well dressed older woman. Huh. She probably didn’t like the quote on her car. Slipping into the back, Kurt finished his drink and disposed of the cup before changing into his coveralls and his steel-toed boots before walking back into the bay.
Kurt made his way over to the office, uncaring if he was barging in, and smiled. “Hey dad.”
The argument abruptly stopped and Burt turned to his son, smiling. “Hey, how was school?”
“Usual. Got my tests back. All straight A’s as usual.”
Burt nodded in satisfaction before turning to the woman, who was still seated in the immaculate chair Kurt usually kept for himself. “Oh, this is your grandmother.”
“This isn’t Nanna.”
“No, dear, I am Melisse Delacroix, your mother’s mother.”
Kurt stared openly at the woman who now stood from the chair, her hand extended. Kurt gaped before taking her hand and smiling. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I... What brings you to Lima?”
“There was some business I needed to discuss with your father.”
“Oh.” Kurt nodded and smiled. “About what?”
“Nothing,” Burt interrupted. “Your grandmother was just leaving. The discussion is over.”
Kurt’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two adults, who were clearly squaring off. “What? I just met her. Why was she here?”
“It isn’t important. Elizabeth and I discussed it before you even born. The answer is no.”
“Answer to what?” Kurt was genuinely confused. And it looked like he wasn’t going to get any answers. “What is it?”
“Yes, Burt, whatever is the matter?”
“It... Dammit Melisse, I said no! Elizabeth left that life when she and I married.”
“She was set to be wonderful. I’m not saying that I was not happy when she married you. I was. But Kurt is turning eighteen in a year and he needs to be groomed.”
“She abdicated. There has to be someone else. Anyone else.”
“I’m afraid it isn’t that simple. Stefan and I only had her and she only had Kurt. It has to be your son. He is next in line.”
Kurt’s head was spinning and his neck was aching from looking back and forth between the two. “What is going on?!”
The woman - his grandmother - looked to him and drew herself up to her full height. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Melisse Bernadette Patrica Elizabeth Montange Delacroix, Queen of Verique and Sovereign of the Realm.”
Kurt gaped.
What.
~~~ PART TWO ~~~
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 1/?
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.
Kurt glanced up at the clock, wondering how much slower the stupid thing could go. There were fifteen minutes left in Geography class and Mr. Gugenheim was blathering on about some tiny country in Europe, just off the coast of France and Spain. Seriously, could this class get any more boring? It was bad enough they had to learn their own history, let alone that of another. He was busy doodling his name surrounded by stars, hearts and music notes while trying to pay attention even if he wasn’t taking notes.
“-- is a constiutional monarchy, so while it has a prime minister, many decisions are still made by the royal family.”
Cool, princes and princesses still existed in the world. Maybe he’d get his own prince charming one day.
He stole a look up at the clock. Watching it tick the last minute of Geography away. Then he could go to English and actually enjoy learning before he got to unwind his dazzlingly unspectacular day in glee.
“And the Queen’s name is --” Mr. Gugenheim was cut off the by the bell and folded his notes closed. “We’ll pick this up tomorrow. Remember to read chapter seven!”
Sliding out of his seat, Kurt slid his books into his bag and shouldered it. He watched, hovering near his desk, as the classroom emptied. Slipping out the door into the flow of people Kurt brightened when Mercedes kicked off the wall; a swath of bright aquamarine in the seas of red and white, and hooked her arm around his.
“How was Geo?”
“We started learning about some new constitutional monarchy. I was thinking about the new Marc Jacobs jacket I wanted.”
Mercedes laughed and tugged his elbow as they headed up the stairs and a jock barrelled down, likely planning to knock Kurt into the wall, but with Mercedes’ timing Kurt was saved. He smiled gratefully at her as they finished climbing the flight of stairs and rounded the corner into Ms. Eaton’s class. Kurt spotted Sam in the back corner by the window and peering out it. The blond glanced over when they entered and waved, they shuffled to the end row and Kurt sat in front of Sam while Mercedes took the seat beside Kurt.
Kurt pivoted in the chair and glanced down at Sam’s notes; he’d been helping the other every so often, and smiled when he realized Sam had already started reading the book. “You enjoying it?”
Sam tore his eyes from the comic in front of him. “I’ve read it before.”
Kurt rose a brow. Sam had read The Count of Monte Cristo? It was a pretty thick book, not to mention translated from French. It didn’t seem like the kind of book Sam would be into. Still...
“Really?”
Sam nodded, flipping the page in his comic. Not looking up he answered, “the themes of vengeance and mercy were really compelling and it shares obvious themes as The Three Musketeers, but that book wasn’t as good as this one.”
Kurt gaped. He opened his mouth to answer before Ms. Eaton clapped her hands to gather attention.
“Class! Today we’re going to be discussing the significance of Dantes’ label of the number 34. As stated last class, when in prison Dantes was given the number 34 to identify who he was and...”
~*~
Kurt stared after Sam as they walked through the emptying halls of McKinley towards the choir room. Not only had Sam read the book twice before; he also had analyzed it and seen three of the five movies, and listened to both Orson Welles adaptations. Not to mention he had made excellent points on theme and symbolism in class.
“He...” Kurt whispered to Mercedes, “he’s smart.”
“Well yeah. Everyone has that one book. Like how I am with To Kill a Mockingbird or you are with The Picture of Dorian Gray.”
It wasn’t that Kurt thought that Sam was stupid, because he knew that just because Sam had dyslexia didn’t mean he was an idiot, it was just that he knew that people with dyslexia had problems reading. Then again, if he like the book that much, he had probably plodded through.
Taking his usual seat at the back, Kurt watched as Sam made himself comfortable and pulled out his comic book. Kurt in turn pulled out Vouge and started leafing through it.
“Mr. Shue, if I may..?”
Fucking Rachel. Sighing and putting his magazine away, Kurt looked to the diva as she started singing. Finn, as usual, was enraptured, but so was Sam. Sam usually couldn’t stand Rachel, so why was he so interested?
Weird.
Really weird.
Kurt rolled his eyes and started filing his nails.
Whatever.
~*~
Well, that day had been fan-fucking-tastic. As usual.
Kurt took a long sip of his caramel macchiato as he rounded the corner and pulled into the parking lot of the garage. Killing the engine, Kurt swung the door open and shouldered his bag as he slid out of his Escalade and closed the door. Alarming the Cadillac, Kurt dropped the keys into his bag and started walking towards the bay to greet his dad.
He rounded a column and saw his dad in his office gesturing wildly. Creeping closer Kurt noticed he was arguing with someone - a well dressed older woman. Huh. She probably didn’t like the quote on her car. Slipping into the back, Kurt finished his drink and disposed of the cup before changing into his coveralls and his steel-toed boots before walking back into the bay.
Kurt made his way over to the office, uncaring if he was barging in, and smiled. “Hey dad.”
The argument abruptly stopped and Burt turned to his son, smiling. “Hey, how was school?”
“Usual. Got my tests back. All straight A’s as usual.”
Burt nodded in satisfaction before turning to the woman, who was still seated in the immaculate chair Kurt usually kept for himself. “Oh, this is your grandmother.”
“This isn’t Nanna.”
“No, dear, I am Melisse Delacroix, your mother’s mother.”
Kurt stared openly at the woman who now stood from the chair, her hand extended. Kurt gaped before taking her hand and smiling. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I... What brings you to Lima?”
“There was some business I needed to discuss with your father.”
“Oh.” Kurt nodded and smiled. “About what?”
“Nothing,” Burt interrupted. “Your grandmother was just leaving. The discussion is over.”
Kurt’s brow furrowed as he looked between the two adults, who were clearly squaring off. “What? I just met her. Why was she here?”
“It isn’t important. Elizabeth and I discussed it before you even born. The answer is no.”
“Answer to what?” Kurt was genuinely confused. And it looked like he wasn’t going to get any answers. “What is it?”
“Yes, Burt, whatever is the matter?”
“It... Dammit Melisse, I said no! Elizabeth left that life when she and I married.”
“She was set to be wonderful. I’m not saying that I was not happy when she married you. I was. But Kurt is turning eighteen in a year and he needs to be groomed.”
“She abdicated. There has to be someone else. Anyone else.”
“I’m afraid it isn’t that simple. Stefan and I only had her and she only had Kurt. It has to be your son. He is next in line.”
Kurt’s head was spinning and his neck was aching from looking back and forth between the two. “What is going on?!”
The woman - his grandmother - looked to him and drew herself up to her full height. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Melisse Bernadette Patrica Elizabeth Montange Delacroix, Queen of Verique and Sovereign of the Realm.”
Kurt gaped.
What.
~~~ PART TWO ~~~