Title: The Prince and The Pauper

A/N: This is my first Glee fic, and I haven't written anything in about a year :\ This came to me while I was watching TV and I saw a commercial for that new movie, Monte Carlo. I don't have a beta, and if anyone's interested please PM me. Please review with comment, criticisms, or concerns, but please no flames :)


"Chris, you're going to be late for school!" Tom Colfer shouted to his seventeen-year-old son, knowing that if he didn't remind Kurt of the time, he would spend all day perfecting his outfit.

"I know dad! Give me a minute," Chris rolled his eyes, trudging up the stairs, preparing himself for another day at McKinley. An extra set of clothes weighed his bag down, but Chris knew they would come in handy after Karofsky and his minions slushied him. Glancing at his reflection in the mirror one last time, Chris internally gave himself a pep talk, imagining his future in New York. He knew all the people who bullied him would one day work for him.

"Have a good day at school, Chris," Tom nodded at his son from the kitchen table, slowly drinking a cup of coffee.

Putting on a brave face, Chris replied, "I'll try, dad. See you later."

Starting his car, Chris drove to the Lima Bean to get his morning latte. While he was waiting in line, the countertenor perused the magazine headlines. The most popular subject appeared to be Kurt Hummel, the openly gay prince of Genovia. According to People Magazine, the young prince was engaged to Darren Criss, a duke, and was not happy about the pending partnership. Chris felt his heart go out to both men, knowing how hard it was to be an openly gay man who was constantly being criticized, whether it is from a high school bully or from a majority of the population. Chris did have to admit, if he was Kurt and being forced to spend the rest of his life with Darren, he wouldn't mind one bit. Not only did Darren have the most adorable dark, curly hair, but there was something about his eyes drew Chris in, and gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Chris approached the counter to order his coffee, along with a copy of People. After looking at the magazine, the cashier did a double take, glancing quickly between him and the magazine.

"Do you have a problem?" Chris continued to dig threw his school bag, searching for his wallet.

"No… not at all. You just look a lot like Kurt Hummel!" The wide-eyed girl continued to stare until Chris's exasperated sigh shook her out of her stupor, "Sorry… Sorry. What would you like?"


Kurt Hummel was having a horrible day. Not only did his hair not want to cooperate, but the news of his arranged marriage had gotten out. Now, Kurt was not happy about having his whole life planned out for him, but he was beginning to accept it. He did not need the whole world thinking he was a stuck up snob who didn't appreciate all that he had in life. Kurt just didn't understand why he couldn't have time to find someone he could love throughout his life. Being aware of his royal lineage his whole life, Kurt knew he would have many limitations, but not having the opportunity to find someone to love was a little drastic.

Darren Criss was a nice man, and quite attractive. Kurt and he got along quite well, but not enough to spend the rest of their lives together. Not only would Kurt personally suffer from the partnership, but also Genovia might suffer, and Kurt didn't want innocent people to be hurt by his family's decision.

"Kurt, honey, I know you are not happy, but you know the rules." Kurt's grandmother, Queen Lucy, walked into Kurt's suite, looking genuinely sad. "Genovia never wanted one person to be responsible for ruling the country. To become king, you must be engaged in some sort of partnership by your eighteenth birthday. I am truly sorry."

Kurt turned around in his desk chair, tears gently falling from his eyes. "I know grandma. I… I just wish that I could have met someone I truly love. Darren is nice, but not for me. He deserves someone more like him… We just do not click. He is a lovely young man, but just so different."

"I know, but he is our only option. Unless you do not want to take over the throne?" A panicked look crossed his grandmother's face, and Kurt knew he could never cause anyone he loved that much trouble. Kurt would do his duty and to rule Genovia with Darren. Deep down though… Kurt wished there was another option.


Darren Criss walked away from Kurt's door. 'Oh gosh… I cannot do this. I do not love him. I promised my mom before she died that I wouldn't marry for reasons other than true love, and no matter how hard I try, I could never love Kurt.' There was someone out there for everyone, and Darren knew he would find his soul mate, if only he had time. Running to his car, Darren made a quick decision. He didn't have much time, but he would make some.

He was going to America. He was going to visit his cousin for a few weeks and then he would come back and follow out his engagement to Kurt. Certainly a few weeks with his extended family would help clear his mind and relax him.

When he was younger, Darren remembered pretending to be a prince, fighting battles, and winning a prince's hearts, but now that he was supposed to co-rule a country, it wasn't as glamorous as it seemed. No true love and happily ever after, just Darren being forced into another horrible life choice. Wasn't his happiness important to anyone? Ruling Genovia may be more important than his own love life, but from Darren's point of view his happiness was fairly important.

After boarding his family's private jet, which Darren had called on his drive to the airport, he relaxed on his favorite chair. Reminiscing about his childhood, which was spent mostly in Ohio, hanging out with his cousin Blaine, the curly headed boy hoped being back to a familiar place will help prepare him for the rest of his life.


Blaine Anderson rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually in glee. No one understood why he was mute, but most people ignored it, to wound up in their own lives. Blaine liked to observe others. His parents raised him only to speak when he had something meaningful to say. At McKinley High there was nothing Blaine could say that he deemed meaningful. Chris Colfer, his best friend, was one of the only things that really kept Blaine at McKinley. If it wasn't for Chris, Blaine would have run away to Dalton, a private all boys school with a no bullying policy. Chris and Blaine were the only two openly gay boys at McKinley and, surprisingly, were not romantically involved. The two boys agreed after an extremely awkward kiss that they were better off best friends.

Blaine stood silently outside in the student parking lot, waiting for Chris, so they could walk to first period together. Unsurprisingly, the best friends shared most of the same classes, except for foreign language, with Chris taking Italian and Blaine French. Chris black car pulled into the parking lot and Blaine began walking towards it.

"Blaine, you have to see this magazine! I can't believe some royals. They don't understand how lucky they are. I mean this Prince Kurt Hummel doesn't want to marry Darren Criss. How insane can someone be!" It was truly surprising how to people who were so incredibly different could be such great friends.

Blaine ripped the magazine out of Chris's hand, scanning the front cover, "Chris, don't meddle in other people's business. You can't believe everything you read in tabloids. Maybe Kurt has a good reason for not wanting to marry Darren."

"Oh Blaine, stop trying to be so dapper. You're not fooling me, I know you to well." The bell rang signaling the beginning of the school day. "Let's get to class, but this discussion isn't over!"


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