Hello and thanks for taking an interest in this story. This is my second story but first Klaine story. I hope this turns out okay. Please note that in this story Kurt and Blaine are the same age.

This is loosely based off the movie "The Prince and Me."

Note: This work is pure fiction. I am not an expert in Denmark's politics or political systems. I do not mean any disrespect to the people of Denmark or their culture.

Summary: Kurt is the Prince of Denmark, but when his dad is fed up with his attitiude and scandulous actions he sends him to Dalton with an ultimatum-clean up his act or lose the crown to be king. Can Kurt find himeself and maybe even some romance along the way?

I do not own Glee, the characters or the movie this story is based off of.

Westerville Ohio, USA

The weeks of summer vacation were quickly coming to a close. Blaine Anderson was getting ready for his senior year of high school. While he enjoyed the time off he wanted to see his friends again—and get away from his parents, well his dad more specifically. Blaine was going to have a busy year. He was in all advanced placement classes to prepare him for college, was head soloists and council member for the Warblers along with his part-time job and other activities. While Blaine's family had money he wanted to make his own so he was not depending on his dad. Blaine's phone went off and he answered the call.

"Hey Wes."

"Hey buddy, you ready for senior year?"

"Totally man. I am so glad Dalton started boarding last year."

"Yes, a break from the parents is a nice thing."

During Blaine's junior year Dalton Academy started letting the students have the option of living on campus. An option most boys took.

"Yeah, David, Thad, Nick and Jeff are all ready as well," Wes said.

Blaine laughed.

"Yeah it will be good to see you guys again. Is everyone rooming in the North wing again?"

"Yeah I think so. It will be just like last year."

The two boys laughed and after a while hung up. Both had to finish packing. Blaine was on the council for Dalton's glee club, the Warblers, with his good friends Wes and David. It had been between Blaine and Thad for the third slot but it ultimately went to Blaine. Along with them his friends Nick and Jeff were also seniors. Blaine loved his friends he did but sometimes it was hard. Wes and David both had girlfriends and Nick and Jeff were dating and Blaine was, well, single. Blaine didn't worry about bullying because he was gay since there was a strict no bullying policy.

Blaine felt like this year was going to be very different—but he had no idea how right he was.

Denmark, Europe

Kurt Hummel, Prince of Denmark, was supposed to be doing his royal duties. These included opening Parliament and other governmental responsibilities and not getting involved in scandals that would embarrass the royal family. He was currently not doing either. This is why instead of being in the palace going to his "prince classes" and doing what he was supposed to be doing on a Friday night he was in a club grinding on some hot guy he had just meet five minutes earlier. Did Kurt plan on going home with him—yes, will the paparazzi be waiting outside taking pictures for their latest headline—yes, would this have a negative effect in him and his family—yes, did Kurt care—no.

"Why don't we get out of here," the guy whispered in Kurt's ear.

Kurt purred.

"I thought you would never ask," Kurt responded.

And as Kurt predicted as soon as him and his new boy toy left the club the flashes of cameras met them instantly. They made their way through the crowd of people to Kurt's car. Kurt was enjoying the hands exploring his body until he felt them pull away.

"What's wrong," Kurt asked.

"There are some freaky looking guys by your car."

Kurt instantly turned around and the guy was right. There were two men each wearing the royal crest—they were royal guards.

"Crap, how did they find me," Kurt said out loud.

By now the men had seen Kurt and were heading his way. Kurt turned and faced his new friend.

As much as I regret this, I am going to have to cut our fun short. But I enjoyed your company tonight and hope to run into you again."

Kurt then turned and walked away from the sexually frustrated man.

"Hello boys," he said to the guards when he got to his car.

"Prince, do you know how much trouble you are in. A nightclub is hardly the appropriate place for you to be," one guard said.

"You are supposed to be in class," the other said.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"But I got bored so I left. How did you find me anyway?"

The guards looked at each other.

"You tracked my car didn't you," Kurt said.

"Yes."

Kurt sighed and looked down.

"Did you inform my dad on where I am," Kurt mumbled.

"No," the first guard said.

Kurt felt relieved.

"I'm pretty sure the tabloids will fill him in on what your activities were tomorrow morning."

Kurt groaned but got in his car and drove home, followed by the guards the entire way.

The next morning

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING," Burt Hummel, King of Denmark, yelled at his son.

"Dad I—"

"You what, Kurt? Wanted to embarrass this family even more? All the tabloids say that you were in some club last night grinding on random guys—and they have pictures. Why Kurt? Why do you always have to cause trouble?"

One thing that should be made clear is that Burt Hummel was no homophobe. He did not care that his son was gay, he loved him the same regardless. However, he did not love his seventeen-year old son getting fake I.D.'s, going to clubs and hooking up with random guys. All of which Kurt had admitted to doing. Burt was on his last nerve. His son had changed ever since he got remarried to Carole. Sure Kurt got along with her and his new step-brother Finn, but he was different. He did not open up to his dad like he used to. Kurt stopped taking his royal responsibilities seriously. It was as if he didn't care. Burt loved his son but could see the destructive road he was going down and had to take drastic measures to fix things.

"Look Dad I am sorry I am such an embarrassment to you."

"You know I didn't mean it like that."

Kurt was silent. He wished this lecture would get over so he could go have some fun.

"Kurt I am fed up with this attitude. You need to clean up your act before this time next year."

Kurt looked up.

"You mean—"

"Yes Kurt, this will be my last year as King. At the end of next summer I will step down."

"What? But are you sick? I mean—"

Burt hugged his son.

"Don't worry about me. You should be worried about yourself."

"What why?"

Burt looked at his son.

"Classes start next week."

Kurt groaned.

"Dad I do not need 'prince lessons.'"

Burt smiled.

"You don't have to take those anymore."

"Thank God," Kurt said, "Then what kind of classes are we talking about."

Burt's eyes never left his son.

"Oh you know, math, science, history those classes."

Kurt was confused.

"What?"

"Your next year of schooling will not be taking place in this palace or even in this county."

Kurt got a little excited. He got to travel the world.

"Where am I going? Paris? London? Berlin?"

Burt shook his head.

"The United States."

Kurt light up.

"Like in New York, or Las Angeles, or Chicago?"

Burt sighed.

"No Kurt like in Westerville. I made the call early today and set everything up."

"What the hell is a Westerville."

"Westerville, Ohio Kurt. That is where you will be going."

"No way. If I can't go somewhere cool I am not leaving."

Burt had had enough.

"Oh you will go if you want to be king."

Kurt went pale and had to sit down.

"What are you saying dad?"

"If you do not go to school in Ohio and clean your act up Finn will be the next king."

Kurt was pissed.

"What do you mean FINN is going to be king. He isn't related to you by blood. I am dad."

Burt looked down.

"I know that Kurt but what you have shown me is that you are nowhere ready to be king. Many of my advisors were telling me to just announce Finn as the next king but I wanted to give you one last chance. So you will do to Westerville and attend Dalton Academy. You will do well in school, not cause any trouble and prove to yourself and me that in one year, on your eighteenth birthday, you are ready to take the thrown. However, if you fail at either of these two things you will forfeit the crown to Finn and he will be king."

Kurt wanted to cry. He was the next king. How could his dad threaten to take that away?

"Well Kurt, what will it be?"

After a moment of silence Kurt said,

"I guess you are looking at the newest student at Dalton Academy."

Burt smiled.

"Thank you son, I promise this is for the best."

'I highly doubt that,' Kurt thought.

Well there is chapter one.

Again, I have to say this work is complete fiction and I do not mean any disrespect to Denmark or the people there.

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