AN: Welcome to my new story! It is a new spin on the Disney Classic of Beauty and the Beast. I do not own Beauty and the Beast or Glee. Please don't sue me.
I hate story tellers. I know that is a strange thing to say as I start to tell a story, but it's true. I guess problem I am having is that I never get to hear my story right. I guess I should explain. You know that story about the selfish guy who became a beast and all that? That is my story. The problem is that the guy who told everyone my story told it wrong. I am so sick and tired of the story being wrong so I am going to tell it myself this time.
First of all, my name is Kurt Anderson, Prince of France. I was the second born of our parents, but… my parents passed away when I was seven and my brother was nine. It was a hard loss, but I believe we handled it well. Soon after my older brother was being groomed to take the crown, but he let the power consume him. He became cruel and selfish. I didn't like his attitude, but he was the only family I had left. I loved him for the sake of who he used to be. Before he had the power, he was a wonderful brother. I stayed by his side despite the servants trying to tell me to talk to him. Not that he would have listened to me anyways.
It was days before Christmas four years after our parents' deaths. My brother was being especially aggressive about how many gifts he was to receive. I was disgusted with his attitude, but I let it go, too scared to try and face him. There was a knock at our front door. As it was the middle of a storm, we all went to the door to see who would go through the trouble of coming all the way to our castle. A beggar woman had the most beautiful fresh rose I had ever laid my eyes on. I was worried though. It was not normal to have a rose in the dead of winter. Anyone who could produce one had to have power worth fearing. I tried to warn my brother, but he refused to listen to me. The woman begged to have shelter for the night. I willingly invited her in, but my brother went over my head and refused her. She asked three times. My brother refused all three times. The woman's form changed to a beautiful enchantress. She believed him to have no love in his heart. I still felt he had some semblance of humanity in him. I jumped in front of him at the last moment and the spell hit me instead. My brother ran for the hills in the time I gave him. It was in that moment that I realized the enchantress had been right. He took my sacrifice as a chance to save his own hide. I haven't thought or spoken his name from that moment. I haven't seen him since either. I guess for that reason, I deserve to have his reputation thrust upon me.
The spell turned me into a beast. I was frightening, furry, and driven by instinct more than I ever had been before that moment. I was even scared of myself when I first saw myself in the mirror for the first several months. The servants were transformed into common household items. The enchantress saw the mistake after the spell had been cast and felt awful. She knew that I was innocent of my brother's sins, but due to the power of the spell cast, the enchantress used almost all of her magic. She was now mortal after hundreds of years of life. She had just enough magic left to give me a chance to change myself back. She gave me the rose and told me I would have six years, two years for each refusal for shelter, to find someone who could love me despite my appearances and I them. The rose would finally wilt at the end of the sixth year at the last chime of midnight (yeah, the same guy who stole my story stole Quinn Ella's story. She is talking to lawyers as I write this). I begged her for hours to at least give me more time if she couldn't change me back. She sadly could do no more.
So I waited five and a half years as I ran my kingdom from a far. It was a depressing, difficult time as I waited and hoped someone would come to my rescue. What I didn't know was my love was looking for me as well.
