First fanfiction in quite sometime. I have had notes about this story for quite sometime and I figured they would do more good out there in cyberspace than on my computer. I do hope it is enjoyable and I apologize for it's short length I am still testing things out.
~k8y411
Chapter 1: Dalton
Being a prince had it's privileges, but no matter many things he had, or how many things he tried, nothing made the young prince feel alive.
Dalton, one of the many kingdoms within Llwynogia. Small and sprinkled with forests, it was the farthest Southwest of all the other kingdoms. And in the most southwestern part of Dalton was the small village of New Lima, although it hadn't been "new" for hundreds of years. Dalton had the most beautiful terrain of all Llwynogia, vastly green and lush, with forests everywhere, especially surrounding the small practically cut off New Lima. The forests outlined the entire kingdom and thinned out as they neared the coast. New Lima was the least advanced village in all of Dalton, isolated from the rest of the kingdom with forests, and kept from the ocean by the rolling hills that hemmed the coastline. It was said that a great earthquake shifted the earth, creating the hills and destroying most of the original New Lima and because of that, the town was more of a myth to the rest of Dalton. In fact in most maps, it wasn't included at all. It was the perfect place to disappear to. A town that had, itself disappeared, a place the young prince of Dalton could only dream of escaping to.
Dalton City housed the castle, where the prince felt he was held prisoner. King Andrew and Queen Olivia ruled the kingdom with their two children. Young Prince Blaine, given the nickname for looking younger than he is, and Princess Cora, his younger sister. Blaine felt as if he was the ugly duckling of his family, not just in looks, but personality. His skin had a more olive tint than his family's almond complexion and while his mother and sister had wavy light brown hair. He and his father had almost black hair, however his father's was short and tidy, and Blaine's was a curly mess, according to his mother. More often than, not he disagreed with her. She was a hardcore traditionalist, never wanting to change any of the outdated laws and codes, kept in the castle, he father was more lenient but rarely had the time to think about changing anything, if it meant add more work he really wasn't interested. Andrew was always busy with something kingly, leaving Blaine in the crazed grasps of his Mother and her clone, Cora. She was the perfect child, everything his mother wanted, not to mention she was slowly surpassing Blaine in their studies. It wasn't hard considering Blaine had gotten to a point where he didn't care.
Blaine felt like a shell of a person. He could act like the son his parents wanted, smile for the publicity stunts, and pretend to care about things, but at the end of they day he felt empty. He felt distant from everything everyone like he was living someone else's life, considering his mother controlled almost everything, he wasn't far off. He knew he was different, he loved them and they loved him, but something was missing.
"Rise and shine!" Came the all too awake voice of Olivia as she tore back Blaine's curtains. The effect was lost because she once again had woken him, before the sun had even come up. Blaine grown and opened one eye. His pet warbler Pavarotti wasn't even awake yet and he chirped peeved at being woken up as well.
"Why the early wake up call?" Blaine mumbled trying to remember if his mother had told him about some even yesterday. What could possibly start so early in the morning? Maybe it's a celebration that the sun still comes up. Blaine laughed quietly to himself under his covers. The pitter patter of hurried feet slowly grew louder. Instinctively Blaine clenched his hands on his covers as Cora came bounding into the room.
"Wake up! We have to get ready for the parade!" Cora tugged on his covers but Blaine held them firmly.
"Wha? Parade?" Come on Blaine, he thought to himself, Why don't you pay attention more?
"Oh don't tell me you forgot that the 500th anniversary of the kingdom is this year. I explained to you that I planned a specific even each month to celebrate." Blaine sighed and sat on the edge of his bed.
"And why so early?" he rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"The parade ends at the castle dummy! We have to get to the start of it" Cora shook her head at him. Blaine's vision was finally awake and he saw that both his mother and sister were already in their parade outfits, out of the corner of his eye he saw his folded on his dresser.
"Chop chop! We need to be at the far end of Dalton city, by sunrise." She and Cora left and just as Blaine was about punch his bed, Olivia popped her head back in, Blaine quickly turned to face her and got up in one swift movement.
"Yes?"
"Hurry and change, we'll be back to get you in 10 minutes." She looked at her watch. Blaine nodded. "Oh and Blaine, dear?"
"What?"
"Do something about your hair." and with that she left. Blaine shut the door behind her and sighed.
"Another day, another nightmare..."he looked at Pavarotti who was fast asleep in his cage. "Well at least one of us will get some sleep today." He walked to the dresser to pick up his clothes and caught himself in the mirror. His hair was disastrous, but he blamed it on having just woken up. He opened a drawer and picked from it a comb and brush. "Comb, brush, meet your longtime nemesis, my hair."
The ten minutes went faster than Blaine expected, his mother came barging back in and dragged him down the stairs, out the castle and into the carriage. "Oh I knew you wouldn't fix your hair, luckily I brought some help." she had her own comb, brush, and the strange smelling jelly mixture homemade by some of their servants. She got to work as the carriage took her, Cora and Blaine off towards the edge of Dalton City. As Olivia tamed his hair Blaine fell asleep dreaming of a better place. A place like New Lima.
The small secluded village, simple and plain. It had very few people since the great quake, there were only two of the original houses still in tact. They rested past the hills even more secluded than the already secluded town. The town had rebuilt itself on the flat land, but the owners of the hill houses were adamant in keeping them, and to this day some of the most stubborn teenagers live there. Kurt, son of the village Blacksmith, Burt Hummel, neighbored to Peyton, daughter of the village's most talented hunter, Edgar. Both Kurt and Peyton had lost their mothers and a young age, but Peyton's father remarried a seamstress Dolores and Burt remained a single father. The sun was rising on this little village and the small town began to wake up and start their morning routines.
Kurt awoke to an empty house, he went to the kitchen and saw a note.
"'Headed off early to check on the horses, they are getting picked up today. Do me a favor and do this weeks shopping, i'll open up without you. Burt.' Would it kill you to write 'Dad'?" Kurt sighed, things had been awkward with his dad, but they loved each other and pushed through each day. It was hard lying to his father about who he was, but he wasn't quite ready to reveal his secret. He had never told anyone, Peyton figured it out and accepted him, but the town would sure kill him. The laws were still in place outlawing those who were gay. Kurt sighed as he saw his drab clothes in the mirror, wishing he could make and wear the things he designed. He grabbed the shopping list, a bag of money, and a basket and walked out the door.
The sun was shining bright and it made him smile. He walked down the path towards the rest of town, usually he walked with Peyton or his father, but today he was by himself, it was nice. He closed his eyes to feel the breeze on his face. He looked out at the town as he did everyday before going in, Kurt took a deep breath and began to sing as he walked.
(to the tune of Belle from Beauty and the Beast)
Little town it's a distant village
Everyday going just as slow
Little town full of sheltered people
waking up to say...
He got into town to hear various people talking
Hello,
Good day
Buzz off
Go away
Kurt passed his father as he continued getting everything on the list.
There goes my father with his tools like always
welding the same way everyday
Every morning just as dull
and i'm bored out of my skull
in the poor and far off town.
Kurt ran into Peyton his best friend, the only one who truly knew him. Her red brown hair was long and always pulled back and she greeted him with her sparkling grey eyes.
"Morning Kurt"
"Morning, Peyton"
"Where you off to?"
Kurt closed his eyes in bliss, "Ideally I'd be off to the fabric shop, I just finished the most wonderful pattern, an outfit with such beauty and elegance and a-"
"Kurt Shh!" Peyton covered his mouth and gave him an incredulous look. Before she could say anything her step-mother screamed for her
"Peyton! grab the lists, hurry up!"
Peyton gave Kurt a look and ran off to please her step-mother.
The villagers sang at Kurt as he continued his shopping.
look there he goes
that boy is strange, no question
there's something off, we must assert!
never hanging with the boys
never making that much noise
no denying he's a funny boy that Kurt
Burt passed him carrying metals.
Hey Kurt
Hi Dad
How goes the shopping?
From the other side of the shops Dolores once again called for Peyton.
Peyton!
One sec!
We are not done!
Kurt heard more voices sing around him.
I'll buy some bread
how much is that one?
He closed his eyes and sang to the sky.
There must be more than this dull boring life!
Peyton caught back up with him, needing to talk.
"Hey, Kurt"
"Another day of errands with the step mom? I wish I was her apprentice." Kurt sighed.
"Ha! no you don't" Peyton shook her head.
"Oh I wouldn't mind who taught me, I just want to learn"
"You know you can't...at least not here.." Peyton gave him a sympathetic look.
Kurt nodded, "Its alright...i'll get a new dream" he turn to walked away, but Peyton stopped him.
"No it's not! I'll do anything to help."
Kurt's sadness creeped back into his eyes. "Unless you can make this place accept me or let me learn it-"
Peyton jumped at her idea,"I'll do it!"
"Do What?"
Peyton whispered in his ear, "I'll teach you what I know every time my step mom teaches me."
"Really? I"d be forever grateful!" Kurt hugged her and they both went back to their morning duties.
The Villagers once again sang at Kurt.
Look, there he goes that boy is so peculiar
I wonder what's up with the squirt
with a look of sad distress
and the strange way he does dress
what a puzzle to the rest of us is Kurt
Kurt stopped in front of the fabric store and sang to himself.
Oh isn't this amazing?
i wish this fashion was for me!
Until this town learns to change
they can't discover who i am
or want to be
Dolores, now in her store with a costumer looked at Kurt, though his clothes were drab there was something about how he presented himself that made it interesting to her.
Now it's a wonder how his clothes scream beauty
Impeccable, no speck of dirt.
The customer sang and replied back.
behind that porcelain facade
I'm afraid he's rather odd
very different from the rest of us
The villagers joined in.
He's nothing like the rest of us,
inconsistent from the rest of us is Kurt
Back in Dalton city the parade was getting people out of their houses and onto the streets to wave at the Royal Family, other than the King. Andrew, busy as always. Olivia, Cora and Blaine were standing in an elevated open top carriage waving at the Daltonians. Blaine stifled a yawn and sang to himself.
Right from the moment that I wake up, get up
I feel like life is just a blur
In a place where I can't be
The true and hidden me
I wish I had a way to end the hurt
A group of girls were swooning at Blaine's presence waving their handkerchiefs at him, singing.
Look there is goes isn't dreamy
The young Prince Blaine oh just the thought
Be still my heart, i'm hardly breathing
He's supermegafoxyawesomehot.
Many of the people tried to address the prince and he did his best to be polite as they sang back and forth.
Young prince
Good sir
Young prince
Hello
Your lovely highness
Your majesty!
The prince!
He's cute
So young...
Thank you
No sire
Blaine belted out.
Please end this day!
Oh what?
Did he?
Just say?
Don't know
There's goes our finest
Back in New Lima Kurt was on his way back home to put away the food and things he bought from town and looked back on the village.
There must be more than this dull village life!
Blaine stared out into nothing the pain creeping back into his expression.
Something need to end this constant strife!
The villagers sang after Kurt as he walked back towards the hills to his house.
Look there he goes a boy that strange, but special
The most peculiar son of Burt
There's something about him
He doesn't quite fit in
Cause he really is a funny boy
A brilliant but a funny boy
He really is a funny boy that Kurt!
Kurt turned around to catch a glimpse of the villagers staring at him. He shook it off, rolled his eyes and took his time walking home, he'd have to got right back into town to help his father anyway.
The parade finally ended, they were back at home, back in the castle. Although Blaine enjoyed the escape from the castle world, he did not like the publicity. Girls ogling him, and fainting at his site. Was he really that handsome? He never gave it much thought. He tried to rush back to his room to get some sleep. "I can't wait til this year is over." To his dismay his mother caught the words he thought he said in his head.
"Anxious for the ball are we?" Olivia seemed pleased. "Oh do change out of your parade clothes and attend your studies with your sister. Cora is already changed and with your tutor and classmates. I don't want to hear Professor Shue tell me you aren't paying attention. The history of our kingdom is important." She walked off while Blaine was frozen on the stairs.
"Ball? What ball?" he shook his head and ran to his room. The ball questions would have to wait, he had to please his mother to keep her off his back, and in order to do that he had to attend his lessons.
Lessons were always a bore to Blaine, especially history. All the laws that made his life miserable were created when the kingdom was created. It has been almost five hundred years since then, and times have changed, the laws need to too. Blaine got to their study room to find his sister and his various other royal classmates waiting. He did not enjoy social inter action, but put up with it to appear normal. His "friends" were the ever proper Wes and David, princes of neighboring kingdoms. Lessons were only held in Dalton, because the finest teachers lived here. Wes and David got along perfect despite the differences in their kingdoms. Wes was from the western, coastal kingdom, had lightly tanned skin, black hair and dark eyes. David was from one of the land locked kingdoms, that had much of Llwynogia's deserts, his dark chocolate skin, eyes and short hair reflected the weather patters. Their castles were near each other and while their parents fought, they remained friends. Blaine tried to look interested as Prof. Shue went on about the country's history, but ended up staring out the window. Blaine's attention was lost until he heard the word "ball". He turned and Shue's voice came back into hearing range.
"Now, the previous milestone anniversaries were celebrated with a large ball, for example, the 400th year anniversary of Dalton was celebrated with a masquerade ball. For this year it depends on what the king and queen decide, but I'm sure like all the other anniversary events, it will be spectacular. This week I want you guys to go on a journey to the past and research each of your home kingdoms, it may be Dalton's anniversary, but it is important to know about your kingdom. Find something specific to tell the class next meeting." Shue checked his pocket watch. "That's all the time I have for today, and I will see you all next week. I expect to hear about something amazing."
Unlike the way most school's are, Shue was the first to leave, the students stayed in class to work or talk about royal things, at least that's what Blaine assumed. After every lesson he would try to escape, but someone would start talking to him. He had almost made it to the door when a female voice reached his ears.
"Oh Prince Blaine?" A short brown haired, brown eyes girl stood behind him, in a fancy yet somehow strange dress.
"Yes, Princess Rachel?" He tried to hide his annoyance, she always tried to talk to him. Ever since her break up with Carmel's Prince Jesse, she had been all over Blaine.
"While, I know I could get anyone to go with me to the ball, I want you to ask me." She closed her eyes with a smug grin on her face waiting for Blaine to answer.
Not if I was drunk on my fathers best wine Blaine though to himself. "I am afraid I have no intention of taking anyone to this ball at the moment, thank you for offering though." Before she could begin to let out the rage he saw in her eyes, he fled out the door and down the stairs. He could hear her screams coming after him.
"Well, this is going to end badly." He looked around for a place to hide, you'd think after living in the castle all his life, he would have known all the hideout, but the castle always surprised him. He ran down another carpeted hallway and hid behind a large expensive vase. "Please don't follow me, please don't follow me." He peaked his head from behind the vase and saw her coming. Damn it. He leaned against the wall in hopes she would miss him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked like a door handle. He looked at the wall behind the vase, and realized there was a small door. Here goes. He tugged gently on the handle, and to his surprise and relief it opened. Rachel was closing in, Blaine squeezed through the door without hitting the vase, close the door as quietly as possible and waited for Rachel to leave.
He found himself in an old and dusty room. It looked like no one had been in here for centuries. The tiny room looked even smaller with the walls covered in overflowing shelves of scrolls, and books. Blaine looked around in awe. "Its like a mini library" he picked up a scroll from the ground and opened it to see a dated map of Llwyngia. "Or maybe these are the old records...I guess I can do my homework now." He gently looked through the scrolls coughing from the thick layers of dust that covered everything. As he reached to grab what looked like another map, a book fell and hit Blaine on the head. Blaine groaned. "Ow..." He picked up the book and dusted off the cover making himself cough again. "The complete Laws and Codes of Dalton." The cover was written by hand as were the pages Blaine skimmed through. He shook his his head at it. "Laws and Codes, hell of a lot of good they've done me." He flipped to one last page and was about to shut the book, when once again the word ball caught his attention. "Ball? Again? This book is five hundred years old and even it knows more about this ball than me." He skimmed the page expecting to get upset, suddenly his eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "Married? I have to get married?" Blaine dropped the book to the floor and back away like it was toxic. "I can't get married..."