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It was in the castle of the kingdom Denmark. Inside where 4 people. A king, a queen. The prince that will follow the crown and another son. Although, the 2 sons aren't blood related. They have been separated for 14 years. Till their parents decided to celebrate their love and marry. That would probably have been the story if it was written in the 17th century. This story is based on it. It's almost the same to be honest. Just a tad bit more modern and real this time. It's also a night in the kingdom in Denmark. But in this story 16 year olds refuse to read books or study. They drink and have fun. And when there in the story are 5 people in the house instead of the normal 4. It's because the son. The king in line. Prince Kurt. Had a lot of fun.
"Kurt" The king said knocking on his son's door. Normally the king doesn't come down to the room of his son. If he wants to speak his son they go to the living room or his office. King Burt doesn't like to be in his son's room. Just like he doesn't like to go in his stepson Finn's room. Normally king Burt sends a maid if he wants them to wake up. Normally a maid knocks on the door till he wakes up. But Burt knows that his son came home really early in the morning. And also that he wasn't alone. So that's why King Burt is standing in front of the door. Hoping that he would wake at least 1 of the 2 people inside the room. When there was no answer. He knocked again. Louder this time.
"Kurt!" No answer once again. "Don't make me come inside!" He shouted barging hard on the door. Before he knew it the door opened and the prince of Denmark stood in front of him. Burt could smell the alcohol when the door opened. Kurt was dressed. Well stop there. Prince Kurt wasn't dressed he was wearing some shorts. No boxer shorts. Just shorts. They were too big for him. Burt guessed that the shorts where from Kurt's partner in crime Chandler. Everyone knew that Kurt and chandler shared more than just a passion for drinking. It was in the newspapers every day. The only one who didn't say it out loud was King Burt Hummel. "Good morning kiddo. You look wonderful today. Okay. Get the dirt of your face. Your guest out of your room. Maybe put on clothes that fit you and. Underwear. Please wear underwear. I would like to see you in the dining room in 5 minutes." Burt said.
Kurt who looked like he just saw a zombie. No, he looked like a zombie. The prince nodded his head and slammed the door shut again. In his father's face. "Chandler get your ass out of the castle" Kurt mumbled pulling off the pair of shorts that belonged to his boyfriend Chandler and threw them at his face. Hoping that he would at least get up. Kurt looked through the clothes that had been made for him last week. He hated the coulors, he hated the designs and hated the figure he got in it. Every time he gets new designers. And they disappoint him every time again. Denmark best's designers passed the castle. But Kurt had read something interesting he should say to his dad. The only designer he trusts. -Karl Lagerfeld- Is in the country. And he is the best of the best. So, Therefor. Kurt deserves him. Because. Kurt is also the best of the best.
Kurt went with a comb through his still good looking hair. He had added an extra layer hairspray last night. So, After combing it through it actually felt really soft. But he didn't like his hair when it felt soft. Because that meant his hair wasn't laying good. So Kurt sprayed some more hairspray in his hair. He looked behind him. Chandler was putting on his shirt.
"Come on Honey. You have to leave now. Before press show's up again." Kurt said kissing the guy he just wake up next to his cheek. The son of the duke of south Denmark laughed out loud. And yes. Kurt did get annoyed. How dares he to laugh with a person like a prince?
"What?" Kurt bit to him. "Look outside little prince. There is no way I'm getting out of the castle without being noticed." He said. Kurt just turned around. "Well I don't care. You must get out of the castle unnoticed. You look like shit babe." Kurt said to his boyfriend. He smiled. "Thank you. I'll sneak through the garden. Now. Go downstairs and meet your father" he said buttoning close his shirt. Kurt smirked and kissed him long while pressing him close to his body. "1 day. I'm sure. That we. You and I. Are going to live together. I'll be king and you'll be prince. No more sneaking out. No more media scandals. Just you and I" Kurt said not wanting to let go. Because Kurt knew that Chandler was the only one who understood him. And that says a lot.
Kurt isn't an attention seeker. Not at all. He loves to wear some controversial clothes on balls and banquets. But. It stops there. All the drinking, all the partying, causing all the media scandals. It's just to get away from everything else. People don't treat Kurt as a prince when He's standing there grinding against them. They act like he's just another boy. Chandler understands that Kurt is used to be treated as a prince though. And he'll accept that. What he doesn't accept is that Kurt has to keep the little good reputation he still has clean. Just like he doesn't understand that Kurt has obligations. And because of that. In everyone's eyes. Chandler is the bad guy.
Chandler still a bit drunk let go of a big sigh, his hot breathe hitting Kurt's lips. Kurt on his turn pecked the sweet alcohol taste from his boyfriends lips while standing up straight. "Sneak in the back tonight. I'll be waiting at 10. It's Saturday. We need to have some fun" the prince said. He smirked at the duke's son.
Kurt doesn't think he has ever needed less than 1 minute to race down the stairs cross the whole ballroom and the official part of the castle. His dad always had people over but it rarely happened he ran into someone. He did saw a king from some other country when he walked in drunk at 10 o'clock in the morning. But usually he never comes here. This is just a shortcut.
Kurt had ran so fast he was slightly out of breathe when he arrived in the dining room. The maid was already taking away his plate. Orders of the king of course. She saw Kurt and her grip tightened. Kurt gave her a dirty look and took his plate. He sat down before they took away his food.
"You are late" his father said when Kurt was trying to put everything on his plate because he knew that the staff did have the order to take everything away. "It's a big castle. Beside. I needed to help Chandler sneak out. Have you seen the press in front of the castle. I was only peeking through the curtains and they were already making me dizzy. You wouldn't want them to snap a picture of my boyfriend who is still half drunk. Would you?" Kurt said picking up his utensils. He looked at his father longing for a reaction. But instead of his father. Finn spoke up.
"Congratulations Kurt. You missed another Friday night ballroom party" Finn said. Kurt just stared at his stepbrother. "So?" He asked not getting what Finn is telling him. "You know that as crown prince. You should be there." He said. Kurt just sighted and looked at Finn. "Okay. As new 'prince'. You might find this everything really exciting. And fun. You might even enjoy going to those Friday night ballroom parties. You are the romantic soul. You like to impress that hideous annoying girlfriend of yours. I'm a real prince. I have been to every party for 15 years straight. It's just not fun. And by the way. Someone. Has made it pretty clear to me that my boyfriend is not welcome at those parties" Kurt looked at his father.
"He wouldn't fit in" Burt answered. "Finn's girlfriend is a normal girl. She has no background and she has 2 fathers. She is not going to university but to some stupid acting school. Chandler is the duke's son. He is home schooled and he is going to Harvard in America. Why wouldn't he fit in dad?" Kurt asked. Burt reached out to Kurt and slapped him across the face.
"Kurt George William Elizabeth Hummel VI. You will not question me. As punishment you are not leaving the house the whole weekend and you will be in my meeting with the king of Belgium." He said. Shocked Kurt nodded. "Answer me!" Burt said raising his voice. Kurt just nodded. He felt humiliated and put back in place. At lease the place Burt thinks Kurt has. Every time he does something like this. The fire inside of Kurt only get blown on. If his dad took him the permission to leave. He was defiantly leaving tonight. But. Over day. He would the crown prince his father wanted him to be. Especially to the king of Belgium. He never really liked him. He's cold and never in for a laugh.
"Yes father. I won't talk back. I'm sorry that I broke your rules your highness" Kurt said bowing his head. His father nodded. Feeling like he received something. "I want you to go upstairs and clean yourself up. At 10 am I expect you in my office" he said. I nodded. Kurt left his plate half empty and ran upstairs. He put on decent clothes and actually tried to look good.
At 10 am exactly Kurt was standing at the office of his dad. Well office. It's a really big room with all portraits of the past kings. Kurt knew his father already let one make of himself too. He would put it next to his grandfather's portrait the day Kurt gets the crown.
There was a big lounge area. There he would sit when the king of Belgium arrives. When you are past the lounge at the end of the room is standing a big dark wooden desk. Kurt personally doesn't like it. Because the desk has been renovated a lot of times. And if he can believe his dad it has been in their family since the late 19th century. At least 1 child has been conceived on there. There must have been.
"Kurt. Wonderful. You are on time" he said. Kurt just nodded. He lead Kurt to his desk. Letting his son take place behind it "Kurt. You are almost 17 now." He rolled the chair so Kurt's belly was hitting the edge. "You and I. We both know. That it won't take long till I stop this. We both know that in a couple of years. You'll be king. And. I know you won't be ready. To be exposed to the world when you are 18 like I had to be. But. I wish, Kurt. That you would be ready at 19." He said. Kurt had to swallow.
"I had been really patient though. With you. With your grazy teenagers phase you have. I have been really patient. This has been going on for little over a year now. And I'm tired of it!" He said slamming his fist on the table. Kurt jumped a little in the chair but it didn't stop him from talking back. "I'm just myself, Father" He said. Burt laughed. "Kurt. You have been searching for yourself. But. I want to wake you up. This is who you are. You are going to be the king of Denmark. And you have to start acting like it. Oh and I want you stop messing around with the Duke's son." He said. Kurt shook his head. "Dad. I am willing to stop whatever I'm doing wrong in your eyes. But. I will not break up with Chandler" he said.
"Kurt, you are the crown prince. You will have to stop messing around with boys. You are going to have to find yourself a lovely girl where you have a lot of kids with." He said. Kurt was now frantically shaking his head. "I'm not straight. Beside. I love chandler and he is from blue blood too." Kurt tried to explain.
His cheek made connection with the King's hand again. "I'm not saying this twice. You are not seeing the duke or his son again." He said. Kurt then just nodded knowing that he would break those rules anyway.
"Okay Kurt. We know where we are again. The king is coming in 10 minutes. We both go outside. The press who is still there from your night out. They will capture his and most important your appearance. After that he will meet Carole and Finn inside. Because you were actually right about you being the only Hummel or real prince. Also because Carole is not your birth mother. I don't want the press to see her meeting the king. After their brief meeting. We come back here where you will offer him something to drink. He'll politely thank you for it. But won't accept anything. It being too early to drink. Be careful. Only the Belgian king does that. The Irish king actually will accept something. And then he's drunk by the end of the day. Anyway. You sit down next to me on the big couch. And I introduce you as the crown prince. We'll see where it goes from there." Kurt nodded.
"Do I have to say something specific?" He asked. Kurt's father shook his head. "No but I want you to come over interested. This is supposed to make our band with Belgium stronger. So we want to know how everything is going on there. I want you to ask simple questions. And I expect you to answer some simple questions he asks about Denmark" Burt said. Kurt nodded. "You know Kurt. I like it when you work with me. And not against me. Maybe. You are going to be a good king after all." He said. Kurt smiled. He's a very good actor after all.
"Now. The king is arriving in a few. Be a prince okay." He said opening the door for Kurt. "Of course dad" Kurt said to him passing him. The heels of his dress up shoes behind him was the only sound that Kurt heard on the way to the foyer. Finn and Carole were standing there already. Kurt quickly scanned their outfits. He mentally sighted when he saw Finn his worn out jeans with sneakers.
"Well you dressed up nicely." Kurt said to Finn. "I get it. You don't meet royals everyday don't you?" He said sarcastic. Kurt heard Carole pleading his name. But Kurt just kept his face straight when he shared a look with his father. The 2 Hummel men were thinking the same. Kurt is just the only one who has the guts to say it.
King Burt took of his costume jacket and gave it to Finn. "Put that on" Kurt took off his bowtie and quickly helped him out of his worn out striped sweater. Kurt tied the bow tie and looked at him. "If we don't mind the sneakers and jeans. You kind of look decent. Still not royal worthy. But. You'll never really be so" Kurt said. He buttoned close the upper button of his shirt because his neck felt naked now. "Kurt" Carole said again. Kurt just shrugged. His father ran back in the foyer with a new costume jacket. Kurt now looked through the curtain covered windows. "The press is going grazy. There is a mix of tabloid press and royalty watchers. It's grazy. " Kurt said sitting down on the window still. Is this going to be his future? Hiding away in a big castle with a wife he will have to flakily love. With children who will remind him of his self when he was 8 year olds. Longing for real love, for a man to love.
"Oh, o, omg" Kurt jumped up when the gates opened. "Dad. Oh god. Dad he's here." Kurt said standing next to his father now. "Okay. Then we'll go outside" Burt said. "Prince Kurt and I are going. You guys stay here" he said his hand hoovering the door handle. They nodded and Kurt followed his father outside
The king of Belgium his big car stopped just in front of us. Somebody opened the door of his car and he stepped out. The flits of the camera's went grazy and we almost got an epilepsy attack. "King Burt" He said shaking Kurt's father's hand. Kurt's took a close watch on the king's body language. He was really nervous. Kurt himself tried to look really relaxed. He should look like he was born for this. He hopes that he looks good when he king looked at Kurt. "You must be Kurt" he said. Kurt nodded. "Yes. Your highness. I'm the crown prince of Denmark" Kurt said shaking his hand outstretched hand. Then they posed for the press.
"That's enough. Let's go inside" Burt said. Before Kurt walked in, he looked around him. He actually doesn't like the shape of the big bushes in the middle of the front lane. Maybe he's gonna let it cut it in the shape of the Hummel family shield when he gets the crown. Kurt then realised that he has been looking way too long. And if he was not hurrying himself in anytime soon he would be the only one in the papers and magazines tomorrow.
Wait! Yes, he will. That's it. He won't just sneak out. He must stand in the public eye. People must recognise him. People must know who their prince really is.
"It's a big honour to meet you sir" Finn said in English. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Il est tres honore de rencontre vous, monsieur" he quickly translated. Kurt knew Finn was stupid. But not that stupid. "I didn't know your French is so good, Kurt." Finn said. "It's as good as my Dutch, Italian, Spanish, German, Portuguese, English and Danish, as prince that's only normal." Kurt said. "So the king knows English?" Finn asked. Kurt nodded. "Normally. But it's globally known that French people have problems with English" Kurt said. "Oh" Finn said looking awkwardly at me. "Tu as qui?" The king asked Finn. "Il est le fils de ma nouvelle mère." Kurt quickly said. "Let Finn say something too" Burt said to Kurt. Kurt just held his hands up in defence. "No problem. I like a good laugh every now and then" Kurt said.
"Kurt" carole said getting helpless. Kurt got her where he wanted her. "Follow me to my office sir" Dad said knowing that it was not smart to leave us all together. He can't slap his son when there is a king standing next to him.
Kurt took his bowtie back and started knotting it on the way to the office. Passing our ballroom again and then to the office. Kurt sat down on the big couch next to his father. "Can I offer you something to drink?" Kurt asked. The king shook his head. "No thank you it's friendly" he said. Kurt just nodded and smiled.
"So Kurt. How old are you?" He asked. Kurt looked up after crossing his legs. "17." he said trying to be as polite as possible. "Are you going to take over the crown soon?" He asked. "Not so soon. We'll see when he's ready. It's a big responsibility after all. I don't want to push him into it like I have been pushed into being a leader" Kurt's father said. Kurt is actually happy he saved him out of that one. Kurt tuned out his father's and the other king their conversation till they started talking him again.
"So Kurt. I have seen quite a lot about you in the papers the last year. And, can I ask something?" He asked. Kurt just nodded. "Are you gay?" The king asked spatting the word out. Like it was a disease. Kurt immediately wanted to fight back. 'Yes. I am gay. And if you don't like it you better leave' but instead he glanced at his dad. He was really gonna force him into saying it. His look was too stern. So Kurt just sighted.
"No. I like girls" Kurt said. He could feel his father's smile. Burt was surprised. And so was the Belgian King. "Oh because I saw some pictur-" he knows it's rude to interrupt people but he has no choice. "I know. There are pictures. But. It's just my best friend. He has a girlfriend. I'm seeing a girl. We're just friends." Kurt said. He knows he was going to prove everyone who still believed that lie wrong tonight anyway.
"You remind me of the king of the Netherlands" he then said. Kurt nodded. "Really? Why does my son resemble Willem?" His father asked. "He also loved a party every now and then" He said. My father nodded. "At least my son stopped that teenage partying. Willem is 40. He'll always be a party thrower" Burt said. With every word the urge to disappoint him became a tad bigger. If Kurt couldn't say things in words. He would have to let his actions speak.