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Title: Princely Diaries
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 6/?
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, Chapter Five
“I was such a fool.”
“Hardly. You trusted him, love, I don’t think that’s a foolish thing at all.”
Kurt tipped his head back and smiled up at Blaine. The second the other - his boyfriend - had landed in Columbus, Kurt had gotten a call telling him he was on his way. Just under two hours later he showed up at Kurt’s door with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and an over sized cinnamon bun. Now they were huddled in the upstairs living room watching Thoroughly Modern Millie while Kurt’s dad watched hockey in the kitchen. Loudly.
Kurt shook his head and turned in Blaine’s arms, his cheek pressed against the elder boy’s shoulders as Blaine rubbed circles in his back. “I don’t know what to think anymore. With grand-mère pushing up the announcement ceremony to the end of the month. And I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a room with a bunch of delegates with Sam there. Knowing Sam is there. God... My head is so confused.”
Blaine pressed his mouth to Kurt’s temple. “Do you like him?”
“I did. Or at least I thought I did... He accepted me. He wanted to sing with me... He was nice and funny and now I find out... Ugh.”
Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle, nuzzling into his hair. “I’ll always be your friend no matter what you choose. Prince or not. King or not. Boyfriend or not. I’ll be here for you.”
Kurt shifted so he was laying chest to chest with Blaine and pushed himself up against Blaine’s shoulders and pressed their mouths together. “Saying things like that make my head even more crazy.”
Blaine smiled softly, his fingers carding through Kurt’s hair before he pressed his lips to Kurt’s forehead. “Sorry.” His eyes lifted from the pale prince in his arms to the glowering man in the door way. “I think that’s my cue to leave.” Kurt swiveled his head round and rolled his eyes at his father’s expression. Slowly he pushed himself up and smoothed down his outfit while Blaine stood and offered his hand to Burt. “It was nice to have met you, sir.”
Burt looked at the British boy’s hand before taking his hand and shaking it. “Same to you.”
“I’ll walk you to your car.” Kurt smiled up at his father innocently as he hooked arms with Blaine and steered him towards the door.
Kurt walked Blaine to the rented BMW and leaned against the hood casually. “So, am I to take it that you’re going to accompany me to the party at the end of the month?”
Blaine tipped his head to the side. “I thought I would just let you go stag.”
Kurt smacked Blaine’s chest and gave a soft noise of surprise when Blaine pulled him close and pressed their mouths together. Kurt pushed up on his toes before stepping back and smiling as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s middle, the other keeping him warm in the snowy cold.
“I really shouldn’t be kissing you, my dad’s probably watching.”
Blaine hummed and ran his arms over Kurt’s shaking shoulders before tipping his chin up. “I make you be defiant like that.”
Kurt smiled against Blaine’s mouth when their lips met again and tightened his hands around Blaine’s waist when Blaine crushed him to his chest. When they pulled back Kurt watched their breath mingle in a white puff before disappearing into the darkness.
“I should go, you have Prince Lessons in the morning.”
“Yeah... You should probably go.” Kurt looked to the ground before looking up at Blaine again. “One more for the road?”
“That sounds sensible.”
Kurt pushed up on his toes and could feel the warmth of Blaine’s breath over his face when: “get back in the house before you catch a cold!”
Kurt smiled shyly and stepped back, squeezing Blaine’s hands before letting them drop and waving to his boyfriend. “Call me? We can figure out our plans for the party.”
“I will. Go get a good sleep so you’re alert tomorrow.”
Kurt stole a chaste kiss before heading back up the path to his door and watched from the living room window, waving, as Blaine pulled onto the street.
~*~
Kurt turned as he heard the door to the choir room close, only to turn back to the piano and resumed playing. He wasn’t going to talk to Sam. Closing his eyes, Kurt took in a slow breath and pushed it out as he resumed playing. His nerves had been frayed that morning when he showed up to find press waiting for him. It was almost a daily occurrence, but he still hated it.
“Moonlight Sonata?”
Kurt nodded softly, he could at least try to be courteous to his rival. “My mom taught me how to play it when I was five.”
Kurt opened his eyes as he heard Sam move and watched as the blond rounded the piano and sat in an empty chair and pulled out his lunch. Kurt played the entire first movement before standing and sliding the cover over the keys and stood from the piano bench.
“Enjoy your lunch.”
“Kurt, can we talk?”
Sighing, Kurt turned and looked at Sam, before crossing the room and taking a seat across from the blond. “You have five minutes.”
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it before looking away. “You should have told us.”
“Why so you could report back to your uncle?”
“It isn’t like that!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and stood. “Then explain it to me, please.”
Sam stood as well, his hands jammed into his pockets. “It’s what my father wanted for me, okay? I was bred to rule. I’m much better to rule Verique than you, I know the country, I was born there, I grew up there, I know the people, I know the culture.”
“I can’t believe you! I can’t believe the self assured cockiness that you’re exuding! You think you’re better because you’re Veriquian and I’m American? That’s like saying I can’t rule because I’m gay! Is that it?”
“No, I didn’t say that! Look, it’s coming out wrong, I’m just saying you’ve never been to Verique! How can you rule a country you don’t know?”
“That’s it! I’m leaving! You’re not even willing to give me a chance. For someone who says they’re ready to rule and was born and bred for this you aren’t very compassionate or open-minded. So if you’ll excuse me my lord I’m going to go enjoy the rest of my lunch.”
Sam bit his lip and watched as Kurt walked out of the room and slumped back into his chair. It was useless, Kurt was so blazing mad at him he wouldn’t even let Sam talk out what he was trying to say. Spearing a piece of chicken onto his fork, Sam rose it to his mouth and chewed viciously. He was pissed, more at himself than anything.
He was just about to take another bite when his phone buzzed. Picking up his phone, Sam looked down at the display to see his uncle’s name displayed. Shutting his eyes, Sam flipped the phone open and pressed the earpiece to his ear and tried his best to put a smile into his voice.
“Uncle! Hello!” Sam ran his fingers through his hair as he listened to his uncle speak.
“Have you been working on that young boy? Remember what I told you, if you don’t get the throne you’ll be disappointing your father.”
“It isn’t so simple, uncle, he’s very guarded and he doesn’t like me very much.”
“That’s irrelevant, he doesn’t need to like you to forfeit the throne. You just need to get him to do it. “
“Uncle, I like him, I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Samuel, you listen to me, what do I always tell you about Niccolo Machiavelli?”
“Ruling means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“Exactly. Now, go get the throne for the Lalande family.”
Sam sighed as the phone disconnected and closed it before setting it aside. Fisting his hands in his hair, Sam hung his head and pushed the sickness in his stomach away.
~*~
“Very good!”
Kurt lowered his violin and turned at Alexandre’s voice. With all that had been going on since he had been outed as the potential heir apparent for Verique he rarely had time to practice. And with the violin being his mother’s favourite instrument, with the memories of her playing swirling in his head, he tried to practice at least three times a week.
Everything now was a jumbled blur of importance and privacy invasion. Now almost everything he did, including a recent dinner date with Blaine, was in the public eye. Not to mention all of his prince lessons; horseback riding, speech reciting and writing, political decision drills, and now he was learning Portuguese on top of his impeccable French and Spanish. Not to mention that grand-mère was thinking about introducing German into his repertoire. All of that was on top of doing his school work, rehearsals and homework for glee, helping his dad out in the garage, not tearing Sam’s head off, and getting ready for this party that was less than two weeks away.
It was a wonder that Kurt still had time for his skincare regimen.
“Thanks, Clair de Lune was one of my mom’s favourites. She used to play it for me all the time.”
“It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard it played on the violin.” Alexandre smiled at Kurt, a smile that widened when Kurt flushed and looked away. “Your grandmother is finished her meeting with Sweden, she would like to see you before I take you home.”
Kurt nodded and carefully laid his violin in the case and then covered it with a protective sheet of satin before locking the case shut. After quickly making himself presentable, Kurt let himself be led into the closed veranda-slash-sun room for tea. After taking the offered cup of darjeeling made just the way he liked it, milky with two spoonfuls of honey, Kurt helped himself to a finger sandwich and waited on his grandmother.
“There you are! Sorry I took so long. How are your lessons going?”
“Pretty good. I managed to recite the first five parts of the Veriquian constitution today.”
“Wonderful. And school? How are things going?”
“Well, as always. Top marks as usual. The bullying stopped, though I think that’s thanks in part to Alexandre telling everyone that was causing me trouble that he could whatever he wanted to them because he had diplomatic immunity in thirty countries and no one would ever find the bodies.”
Melisse smiled and took a long sip of her tea. “Alexandre cares for you greatly.”
“I know.” Kurt finished his tea with a long sip and set the cup aside. “So, Alexandre said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes. Alexandre told me what happened today in school. He said there was an incident with the young Lord Lalande. What happened?”
“He started telling me that I wouldn’t make a good king because I didn’t know the country the way he did. He asked “how could I rule a country I never set foot in”?”
Melisse’s mouth turned down into the smallest hint of a frown. Silently, musing, she refilled her tea, garnished it and then drank it with slow, measured sips. “I told you before that Samuel was in line for the throne, correct?”
“Yes grand-mère.”
“Do you also recall that I told you that the young man had no interest in ruling? That only his uncle wanted power?”
Kurt fell silent, his expression ponderous before he nodded slowly. “Yes. Do you mean to tell me that I should forgive him for purposely lying to me?”
“Oh no, of course not. All I’m saying is that you should give him a chance. For all we know he is a lovely young man. Never judge a book by it’s cover, my dear.”
Kurt huffed a sigh and brushed his fringe out of his eyes as he laid his head on his arms, thinking. Kurt watched his grandmother help herself to some ladyfingers as his mind turned. His thoughts on Sam.
~~~ PART SEVEN~~~
Author:setos_puppy
Chapter: 6/?
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, Chapter Five
“I was such a fool.”
“Hardly. You trusted him, love, I don’t think that’s a foolish thing at all.”
Kurt tipped his head back and smiled up at Blaine. The second the other - his boyfriend - had landed in Columbus, Kurt had gotten a call telling him he was on his way. Just under two hours later he showed up at Kurt’s door with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and an over sized cinnamon bun. Now they were huddled in the upstairs living room watching Thoroughly Modern Millie while Kurt’s dad watched hockey in the kitchen. Loudly.
Kurt shook his head and turned in Blaine’s arms, his cheek pressed against the elder boy’s shoulders as Blaine rubbed circles in his back. “I don’t know what to think anymore. With grand-mère pushing up the announcement ceremony to the end of the month. And I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a room with a bunch of delegates with Sam there. Knowing Sam is there. God... My head is so confused.”
Blaine pressed his mouth to Kurt’s temple. “Do you like him?”
“I did. Or at least I thought I did... He accepted me. He wanted to sing with me... He was nice and funny and now I find out... Ugh.”
Blaine smiled and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle, nuzzling into his hair. “I’ll always be your friend no matter what you choose. Prince or not. King or not. Boyfriend or not. I’ll be here for you.”
Kurt shifted so he was laying chest to chest with Blaine and pushed himself up against Blaine’s shoulders and pressed their mouths together. “Saying things like that make my head even more crazy.”
Blaine smiled softly, his fingers carding through Kurt’s hair before he pressed his lips to Kurt’s forehead. “Sorry.” His eyes lifted from the pale prince in his arms to the glowering man in the door way. “I think that’s my cue to leave.” Kurt swiveled his head round and rolled his eyes at his father’s expression. Slowly he pushed himself up and smoothed down his outfit while Blaine stood and offered his hand to Burt. “It was nice to have met you, sir.”
Burt looked at the British boy’s hand before taking his hand and shaking it. “Same to you.”
“I’ll walk you to your car.” Kurt smiled up at his father innocently as he hooked arms with Blaine and steered him towards the door.
Kurt walked Blaine to the rented BMW and leaned against the hood casually. “So, am I to take it that you’re going to accompany me to the party at the end of the month?”
Blaine tipped his head to the side. “I thought I would just let you go stag.”
Kurt smacked Blaine’s chest and gave a soft noise of surprise when Blaine pulled him close and pressed their mouths together. Kurt pushed up on his toes before stepping back and smiling as he wrapped his arms around Blaine’s middle, the other keeping him warm in the snowy cold.
“I really shouldn’t be kissing you, my dad’s probably watching.”
Blaine hummed and ran his arms over Kurt’s shaking shoulders before tipping his chin up. “I make you be defiant like that.”
Kurt smiled against Blaine’s mouth when their lips met again and tightened his hands around Blaine’s waist when Blaine crushed him to his chest. When they pulled back Kurt watched their breath mingle in a white puff before disappearing into the darkness.
“I should go, you have Prince Lessons in the morning.”
“Yeah... You should probably go.” Kurt looked to the ground before looking up at Blaine again. “One more for the road?”
“That sounds sensible.”
Kurt pushed up on his toes and could feel the warmth of Blaine’s breath over his face when: “get back in the house before you catch a cold!”
Kurt smiled shyly and stepped back, squeezing Blaine’s hands before letting them drop and waving to his boyfriend. “Call me? We can figure out our plans for the party.”
“I will. Go get a good sleep so you’re alert tomorrow.”
Kurt stole a chaste kiss before heading back up the path to his door and watched from the living room window, waving, as Blaine pulled onto the street.
~*~
Kurt turned as he heard the door to the choir room close, only to turn back to the piano and resumed playing. He wasn’t going to talk to Sam. Closing his eyes, Kurt took in a slow breath and pushed it out as he resumed playing. His nerves had been frayed that morning when he showed up to find press waiting for him. It was almost a daily occurrence, but he still hated it.
“Moonlight Sonata?”
Kurt nodded softly, he could at least try to be courteous to his rival. “My mom taught me how to play it when I was five.”
Kurt opened his eyes as he heard Sam move and watched as the blond rounded the piano and sat in an empty chair and pulled out his lunch. Kurt played the entire first movement before standing and sliding the cover over the keys and stood from the piano bench.
“Enjoy your lunch.”
“Kurt, can we talk?”
Sighing, Kurt turned and looked at Sam, before crossing the room and taking a seat across from the blond. “You have five minutes.”
Sam opened his mouth and then closed it before looking away. “You should have told us.”
“Why so you could report back to your uncle?”
“It isn’t like that!”
Kurt rolled his eyes and stood. “Then explain it to me, please.”
Sam stood as well, his hands jammed into his pockets. “It’s what my father wanted for me, okay? I was bred to rule. I’m much better to rule Verique than you, I know the country, I was born there, I grew up there, I know the people, I know the culture.”
“I can’t believe you! I can’t believe the self assured cockiness that you’re exuding! You think you’re better because you’re Veriquian and I’m American? That’s like saying I can’t rule because I’m gay! Is that it?”
“No, I didn’t say that! Look, it’s coming out wrong, I’m just saying you’ve never been to Verique! How can you rule a country you don’t know?”
“That’s it! I’m leaving! You’re not even willing to give me a chance. For someone who says they’re ready to rule and was born and bred for this you aren’t very compassionate or open-minded. So if you’ll excuse me my lord I’m going to go enjoy the rest of my lunch.”
Sam bit his lip and watched as Kurt walked out of the room and slumped back into his chair. It was useless, Kurt was so blazing mad at him he wouldn’t even let Sam talk out what he was trying to say. Spearing a piece of chicken onto his fork, Sam rose it to his mouth and chewed viciously. He was pissed, more at himself than anything.
He was just about to take another bite when his phone buzzed. Picking up his phone, Sam looked down at the display to see his uncle’s name displayed. Shutting his eyes, Sam flipped the phone open and pressed the earpiece to his ear and tried his best to put a smile into his voice.
“Uncle! Hello!” Sam ran his fingers through his hair as he listened to his uncle speak.
“Have you been working on that young boy? Remember what I told you, if you don’t get the throne you’ll be disappointing your father.”
“It isn’t so simple, uncle, he’s very guarded and he doesn’t like me very much.”
“That’s irrelevant, he doesn’t need to like you to forfeit the throne. You just need to get him to do it. “
“Uncle, I like him, I don’t want to hurt him.”
“Samuel, you listen to me, what do I always tell you about Niccolo Machiavelli?”
“Ruling means never having to say you’re sorry.”
“Exactly. Now, go get the throne for the Lalande family.”
Sam sighed as the phone disconnected and closed it before setting it aside. Fisting his hands in his hair, Sam hung his head and pushed the sickness in his stomach away.
~*~
“Very good!”
Kurt lowered his violin and turned at Alexandre’s voice. With all that had been going on since he had been outed as the potential heir apparent for Verique he rarely had time to practice. And with the violin being his mother’s favourite instrument, with the memories of her playing swirling in his head, he tried to practice at least three times a week.
Everything now was a jumbled blur of importance and privacy invasion. Now almost everything he did, including a recent dinner date with Blaine, was in the public eye. Not to mention all of his prince lessons; horseback riding, speech reciting and writing, political decision drills, and now he was learning Portuguese on top of his impeccable French and Spanish. Not to mention that grand-mère was thinking about introducing German into his repertoire. All of that was on top of doing his school work, rehearsals and homework for glee, helping his dad out in the garage, not tearing Sam’s head off, and getting ready for this party that was less than two weeks away.
It was a wonder that Kurt still had time for his skincare regimen.
“Thanks, Clair de Lune was one of my mom’s favourites. She used to play it for me all the time.”
“It’s been a very long time since I’ve heard it played on the violin.” Alexandre smiled at Kurt, a smile that widened when Kurt flushed and looked away. “Your grandmother is finished her meeting with Sweden, she would like to see you before I take you home.”
Kurt nodded and carefully laid his violin in the case and then covered it with a protective sheet of satin before locking the case shut. After quickly making himself presentable, Kurt let himself be led into the closed veranda-slash-sun room for tea. After taking the offered cup of darjeeling made just the way he liked it, milky with two spoonfuls of honey, Kurt helped himself to a finger sandwich and waited on his grandmother.
“There you are! Sorry I took so long. How are your lessons going?”
“Pretty good. I managed to recite the first five parts of the Veriquian constitution today.”
“Wonderful. And school? How are things going?”
“Well, as always. Top marks as usual. The bullying stopped, though I think that’s thanks in part to Alexandre telling everyone that was causing me trouble that he could whatever he wanted to them because he had diplomatic immunity in thirty countries and no one would ever find the bodies.”
Melisse smiled and took a long sip of her tea. “Alexandre cares for you greatly.”
“I know.” Kurt finished his tea with a long sip and set the cup aside. “So, Alexandre said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes. Alexandre told me what happened today in school. He said there was an incident with the young Lord Lalande. What happened?”
“He started telling me that I wouldn’t make a good king because I didn’t know the country the way he did. He asked “how could I rule a country I never set foot in”?”
Melisse’s mouth turned down into the smallest hint of a frown. Silently, musing, she refilled her tea, garnished it and then drank it with slow, measured sips. “I told you before that Samuel was in line for the throne, correct?”
“Yes grand-mère.”
“Do you also recall that I told you that the young man had no interest in ruling? That only his uncle wanted power?”
Kurt fell silent, his expression ponderous before he nodded slowly. “Yes. Do you mean to tell me that I should forgive him for purposely lying to me?”
“Oh no, of course not. All I’m saying is that you should give him a chance. For all we know he is a lovely young man. Never judge a book by it’s cover, my dear.”
Kurt huffed a sigh and brushed his fringe out of his eyes as he laid his head on his arms, thinking. Kurt watched his grandmother help herself to some ladyfingers as his mind turned. His thoughts on Sam.
~~~ PART SEVEN~~~