Title: Genovia's Prince
Author: Me!
Pairings: Klaine.
Plot: Kurt is the heir to the throne in Genovia. (Glee/The Princess Diaries | More of Movie!Grandmere, than book.)
Disclaimer: I own neither Glee, nor the Princess Diaries
Excerpt: Well, so since my Mom was Royalty, I'm a prince." "Well I always knew you were my prince, I just didn't realize you were an actual one." To Kurt's mortification he felt his face flush. "Blaine, that was so cheesy.
"Grandmère, what are you doing here?" she has told Kurt a million times that it's impolite to stare, but he knows he is anyway. She looks at him and smiles, her eyes flicker to look Blaine up and down, and Kurt tighten his grip in the other boy's hand. Blaine squeezes back reassuringly.
"Hello Mrs. Renaldi, it's nice to meet you," Blaine said dapper as ever, he shook her hand and kissed the top of it. Kurt quietly thanks Grilled Cheesus that Blaine had heard his whisper earlier, "I'm Blaine Anderson."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Anderson."
Seriously, though, what was she doing here? Grandmère never comes to visit Burt and him. She always says that she hates Ohio, and that it gives her a Rash. Kurt knows that it just reminds her of Mom's funeral, her death. Blaine, apparently sensing his boyfriend's unease, takes his hand again.
"Kurt, I would love to meet your boyfriend and have dinner with the two of you sometime in the future. However, I am afraid that you and I need to talk alone."
What? Kurt looks over to his Dad, who had taken off his had and was rubbing the back of his head, avoiding his son's gaze.
"Blaine, why don't you come into the den and watch the game with me." He said, motioning him over.
"Uh, sure." Blaine shot Kurt a concerned look, which he shrugged off, following Grandmère into the kitchen. She sat at the table and looked at her grandson.
"I think you know why I am here, Kurt."
"You know, I really really don't," Kurt replied warily, "You never come to Ohio, not sense… well, not for a long time." Kurt always loved when she was in the states, though. She would fly into New York, and pay for the Hummels to take the train up to visit. She had even met Finn and Carole at one point, though they didn't know everything about…
"You are the only heir to the throne, Kurt." Grandmère said.
"What?" Kurt's voice shot even higher than usual, "No I'm not Grandmère, no I'm not – what about Uncle Phil?"
"Phillipe," she corrected lightly, "had no children, you know that. He recently had testicular cancer."
"Oh… is he okay?" Kurt asked hesitantly.
"He's fine, but he will not be having any children in the future." Kurt slumps down in his chair.
"Grandmère, I can't be a prince!"
"My dear boy, you are a prince. " she corrected him, rolling her eyes.
"B-but Grandmère, I'm gay! I want to go to college in New York, and sing on Broadway, and I don't want to rule a country!"
"Kurt, you will be able to do all of those things. Your Uncle will take over the throne long before you ever will. You will be able to go to college, and I see no reason why your sexuality should be a problem – Genovia is a very accepting country, you know, I see your royalty greatly helping the movement."
Kurt, his face buried in his arms on the table, was barely listening at that point.
"Kurt, "Grandmère put her hand on his arm, "you will be able to do whatever you want to do before you take the throne. Perhaps even while you are on the throne." She stood, "I know you have another few months of school, but for your Spring Break I think it's finally time that you and your father see Genovia. I will call you later, when you have time to process it."
"Yes Grandmère. Where are you staying?"
"At an elegant bed and breakfast just outside of town. They were very generous when they heard of my arrival and agreed not to take in any more guests. It's very nice, I will have you over to visit while we discuss lessons."
At this point in time, Kurt completely skimmed over her mention of 'lessons'.
"Bientot, Kurt."
"Salut," he replied, not even thinking about it. She smiled at him and left the room. After a bit, the sounds of a car pulling away could be heard.
After another couple of minutes, Burt came in and pulled up the chair beside his son.
"Hey, you okay?"
"No Dad, I'm not okay." Kurt whispered, Burt smiled softly at him.
"You have plenty of time to figure it out. Your Grandmother loves you, I don't think she's that nice to anyone else. Your Uncle Phil always used to say she locked him in the dungeons as punishment."
"Well he's an asshole." Kurt muttered. A bit of silence, "What did you tell Blaine?"
"Just that your mom was royalty, and that's what your grandmother was here to talk to you about. He's in the den if you want to tell him anything more right now, or I could go and ask him to leave if you'd like?"
"No, I'll go talk to him. I'm just going to… go freshen up real quick." Kurt stood, "tell him I'll be right there."
He walked up the stairs to the guest room and opened up the cabinet they would never toss, breathing in his mother's perfume. 'I can do this,' he reassured himself, 'what guy wouldn't want to hear that his boyfriend would one-day have to rule a country. Great, right?' Kurt took another deep breath, rolling his eyes at his own thoughts, and turned to go and talk to Blaine.
It would be safer, he figured, to look in first - so he could gauge the other boy's mood. Blaine seemed distressed, he was pacing and running a hand through his hair. It was a good thing, Kurt mused, that there was no gel stifling it today. With another deep breath, Kurt pushed the door all the way open, and Blaine turned, jumping slightly and sliding his hands into his jean pockets.
"Hey…" he said.
"Hey," Kurt replied, walking a bit closer, "I'm sorry I never told you."
"It's okay, it's pretty big news. We've barely even been dating a year."
"Sorry my Dad was the one to tell you."
"What did your grandmother want?" Blaine asked, his voice sounded a bit strained. Kurt sat on the couch and looked up at his pacing Warbler, "I mean, is she okay with… us? She seemed nice but if you're royalty, I mean, she might – " Kurt cut him off before Blaine could start rambling… much like Kurt, he had that tendency.
"No, that's not why she was here." he said softly. Blaine visibly relaxed.
"Oh thank God," he said softly, pulling his boyfriend off the couch and into a hug, "I love you so much Kurt."
"I love you too Blaine, I wouldn't care what she said about that anyway." Kurt replied, his voice muffled by his hair, "It's just…" Kurt pulled away, starting to pace himself, "I have to tell you something." Still looking concerned, Blaine took Kurt's spot on the couch, crossing his legs and watching earnestly.
"What is it?"
"Well, so since my Mom was Royalty, I'm a prince."
"Well I always knew you were my prince, I just didn't realize you were an actual one." To Kurt's mortification he felt his face flush.
"Blaine, that was so cheesy." He shrugs in response, "Uhm, well, my Mom's only sibling was her brother – my Uncle Phil." Kurt paused, not sure what to say, "Uhm, well…" Blaine just continued watching– tilting his head slightly, "Uh, he doesn't have any kids. And he, uhm, won't be having any. You know... ever."
Blaine's expression changed from a confused one to a shocked one in nearly an instant.
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So, you're going to…"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
"Not for a really long time, though, Blaine." Kurt said softly, avoiding his boyfriend's face as Blaine ran his hand through his curly locks again.
"H-how long?"
"Years and years. Grandmère is still alive and kicking, and after her, Uncle Phil will take over. I'll probably be very, very old before I take over."
"So, you're not leaving?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt couldn't help but smile, relieved to know that he wasn't mad.
"No, I-" Kurt looked up to continue, but was cut off as Blaine went from sitting cross-legged on the couch to standing and very much making-out with his boyfriend in the span of 3 seconds.
"Sorry," he muttered into Kurt's neck, "I was planning on doing that up until you saw your grandmother's limo."
"Don't apologize, I was planning the same thing," Kurt replied. There's a sudden loud noise that turns out to be Burt walking around in the kitchen, and Blaine glances at the still-open door and cleared his throat.
"So where are you a Prince?" Kurt gazed sadly at Blaine's lips as he replied.
"Genovia, it's a small principality in Europe, by France and Italy."
"Oh, so that's why you're fluent in French."
"Oui." Kurt replied with a smirk. They sit on the couch.
"So what happens now?" Blaine asks quietly.
"Nothing," Kurt replied, with a bit more force than he had intended, "nothing is different except for the fact that Grandmère is in town now. That's the only difference."
"That's another thing, whenever you mentioned your Grandmother you always said she'd stay at the Plaza. Where exactly is she staying in Ohio that compares to that?"
"Do you remember everything I ever say?" Kurt asked, a bit impressed. Blaine flushed.
"Only when you're gone for a week visiting your rich grandmother in New York."
"She's staying at some fancy bed and breakfast just outside of town."
"Oh! I think I know that place," Blaine said suddenly, "It's, like, right by Dalton. Doesn't…" he paused, biting his lip.
"Doesn't what?" Kurt asked, a feeling of dread building in his stomach.
"Doesn't Mike Chang's family own that?"
Kurt knocked three times on the door, and it swung open. Aside from having a freaky memory, Kurt reflected, Blaine also had an annoying habit of being correct. All the time.
"Oh. Hey Kurt," Mike said, looking confused, "can I help you with something?"
"I'm here to see my grandmother," Kurt said, trying to look nonchalant. Mike's eyebrows shot up and he opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Grandmère's voice echoing from up the stairs.
"Is that my grandson? Send him up you lazy boy, don't dawdle!" Kurt winced.
"Uhh, sorry about that. She's kind of a mean person." He muttered as he walked in, Mike shutting the door behind him. The Asian boy shrugged.
"Yeah, I discovered that after the first night. We've had worse though." There was a period of awkward silence as Mike led the way to the stairs, "Uh, so Kurt. You're…"
"Don't tell anyone. Please, please don't tell anyone." Kurt muttered in a rush, grabbing onto Mike's arm.
"Relax, I wasn't going to. Are you alright though? I mean, is there a reason she's here?"
"Uh, yes." Kurt said, deciding that was true enough.
"Does it have to do with the fact that she's a Queen?"
"She's a regent, actually," Kurt said, avoiding the question and jogging up the stairs.
"But Kurt – "
"I'll talk to you later, Mike, thanks!" Kurt said, closing the door at the top of the stairs.
"Oh, do you know that boy?" Grandmère asked as Kurt walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah, he's one of my friends from Glee Club."
"He's very tall for an Asian boy, isn't he?"
"Grandmère!" Kurt hissed.
"Don't be so sensitive, Kurt." She replied, rolling her eyes.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Your future."
"What about it?" he asked warily, "You said I'd have time to do anything I wanted."
"Yes, but you do still have duties to maintain as Prince…" she started.
And that, Kurt reflects, is when things really started getting weird…