Some of you might have seen this on tumblr when the Anderberry craze was happening, or not. Either way, hello.

This is Anderberry/Klaine Princess Diaries based off a prompt on tumblr. Kurt is Mia, Rachel is Lilly, and Blaine is Michael. If you haven't read or seen The Princess Diaries(who hasn't? If you haven't, you've been under a rock your entire life), then I highly suggest you do so right now. GO.

This is completely AU with some OOC. Not a lot though. And I'm not sure if this is a crossover since I'm not going to use any characters from the original TPD.

Onward with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or The Princess Diaires.

Enjoy :)


"Kurt! You're late for school!" Burt called as he knocked on his son's door loudly.
Kurt groaned and buried his face in his pillow. He usually woke up earlier to do his daily moisturizing routine, but he wasn't feeling it today and he was out last night. He sat up and checked the clock next to his bed, "Fuck."
He got up and ran to his bathroom where he did the quick version of his moisturizing routine and changed quickly before going down the stairs to his dad.
"Good morning dad," Kurt greeted when he walked into the kitchen, "Did Finn leave yet?"
Burt looked up from his newspaper, "He's waiting for you in the car. Grab some food before you head out."
Kurt took a slice of toast before he walked out the door, "See you later."


"Are we picking up Rachel and Blaine?" Kurt asked Finn as he got in and buckled his seat belt.
Finn nodded and started the car, "Yeah, she just texted me."
They drove in silence for a few minutes before they stopped in front of the Anderberry residence. Both Rachel and Blaine were standing in the driveway, Rachel, Kurt's best friend was looking a little too perky for the early morning while Blaine, her older brother was the complete opposite, if the bags under his eyes were any indication.
Kurt got out of his seat so he could move to the back so Rachel could sit next to Finn.
Blaine picked up his guitar from next to him and put it in the trunk before hopping in the back with Kurt.
"You look like crap," Kurt told him once he got settled.
Blaine rolled his eyes, "Gee, thanks. But you weren't the one who had a gig until one in the morning last night."
"That I didn't, but I was at that gig though. I really liked your set." Kurt smiled at Rachel's brother. He was the only other gay kid he knew at Lima and one of Kurt's closest friends, even if he was Rachel's brother.
"Puh-lease." Blaine said dramatically, "We figured out the set five minutes before the show started."
Kurt shrugged, "It was still good."
"Well thank you. Hey, I've got practice with the band later. Wanna watch?"
"I'll see," Kurt said, "I could never pass up an opportunity to showcase my voice."
Blaine laughed, "It's my band. Who says you're singing?"
"Guys, we're here." Finn said while he backed into a parking spot.
"Alright then," Blaine got out of his seat and held the door open for Kurt("Thank you.") before getting his guitar from the trunk, "I'll see you guys later."
"Be careful Blaine," Rachel told him. Blaine had just begun bringing his guitar to McKinley again. The last time he did, it just ended up in the trash bin.
"Don't worry Rach," Blaine replied, "Hard case and I brought the one I bought at Target."
He waved one last time before walking over to join his band mates on the steps.


Kurt had just gotten settled into his 3rd period class when he heard his name on the speakers: "Kurt Hummel to the principal's office. I repeat, Kurt Hummel to the principal's office."
The usual resounding 'Oooooh' rang in his ears before he gathered his things and headed to the office with only a nod to the teacher.


"Kurt," Burt stood up when he saw his son walk through the doors of the principal's office.
"What's going on dad?" Kurt looked at him confusingly.
Burt cleared his throat, "Your grandmother's here."
"I thought she was dead," Kurt raised his eyebrows.
Burt chuckled a bit, "No, not that one. Your grandmother from your mom's side."
"What?" Kurt froze. He barely remembers that grandma. The only thing he knew about her was that she had some big government position in a country in Europe that was relatively unknown.
"Your grandma's here. In Lima. And she wants to see you." Burt repeated, "She sent a taxi for you. You've been excused for the day."
"Wait-" Kurt started.
"Go. There's a taxi outside. I'll see you later, kiddo."


Kurt arrived the Lima Hotel. He was about to go through the revolving doors when an arm stopped him, "I'm sorry. You can't enter."
"But my grandma-" Kurt started.
"Do you have a reservation?" the doorman asked him.
Kurt gave the doorman his signature bitch glare, "I just told you my grandma-"
"I'm sorry," the doorman coldly said, "I can't let you in unless-"
"Excuse me," a man suddenly stood next to the doorman, "Is there a problem here?"
"Yeah there is," Kurt looked at him, he was dressed in all black, he was balding, and he had sunglasses in the cold weather Lima was experiencing, "I'm trying to see my grandma in the hotel but this person won't let me through."
The man took off his sunglasses at the mention of Kurt's grandma, "May I ask for your name sir?"
"Kurt. Kurt Hummel." Kurt raised his eyebrows for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Let him in," the man motioned for Kurt to enter, "Ms. Windsor is waiting for him."
The doorman's eyes widened, "Oh dear, I am so sorry for the trouble. I-I promise it won't happen again."
Kurt gave a small chuckle at the doorman's new-found nervousness, "Don't flatter yourself." and walked through the doors.


"Sorry about that," the man told Kurt once they entered the hotel, "New security guidelines and all."
"Who are you?" Kurt couldn't help but ask.
The man stopped them and turned to Kurt with his hand outstretched, "Charles Stuart. Head of Genovian security."
Kurt shook his hand, "Genovian security?"
"I'm your grandmother's bodyguard." Charles said.
"Where is she?"
"I'm right here," a very sophisticated, British, voice said from behind him. Kurt turned around to face his grandmother. Genovia was the little piece of land on the edge of Britain which would explain the accent. Kurt looked at his grandmother more closely. She looked a little like Julie Andrews, but only because of the hair. She was wearing a beige dress suit and had a few pearl accessories. Kurt was about to speak when she cut him off, "Are you going to stand there all afternoon or are you going to hug me?"
Kurt raised his eyebrows yet again, but hugged his grandma nonetheless, when he pulled back, he commented on her outfit, "Nice Valentino."
"I heard you had an eye for fashion, which will do you wonders in Genovia." She paused, "Do you know why I'm here?"
"Not exactly," Kurt said, "Though I doubt you're here to visit me, or else you would have done that years ago."
His grandma laughed, "Let's go sit down." She led them to the nearest couch in the lobby and sat across from Kurt. Charles remained standing next to her.
"Uhm-grand-?" Kurt fumbled.
"Grandmere. You shall call me grandmere." She said, "Now, I know you're still wondering what I'm doing here. It's a bit of a long story, when your mother died, that left only her brother, your uncle in line for the throne-"
"The throne?" Kurt gasped.
"Yes. Well, a few months ago, your uncle and his family passed away when their plane crashed on the way here." Grandmere said sadly, "With him and his offspring gone, you're the only other person left directly from my bloodline to claim the throne."
"So I'm a prince?"
Grandmere nodded, "You are not merely Kurt Hummel of Lima, Ohio. You are Kurt Elizabeth Philippe Renaldo Windsor Hummel, Prince of Genovia."
"Shut. Up."


I hope you liked that :) The first two chapters are not my best work, but the chapters after that are better.

You're probably wondering if I'm going to have a 'diary' like thing. It's not called The Princess Diaries for nothing, so yes. The third chapter is when Kurt starts using his bedazzled journal.

Reviews are inspiration and if you have any ideas of stuff you want to see happen, feel free to leave it in a review or message me! :D