Author's Note: Hiiiii guys. I got his weird idea after listening to Julie Andrews sing and typing my other fanfic, Of Princesses and Meerkats. What if I combine them together? As in, Kurt is Maria, the Captain is Sebastian. OMG IT WAS SO WEIRD THAT I WANTED TO DO IT. Please tell me if it's good, send me reviews, all that love. Here's the first chapter so enjoy !
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee (ugh I wish), nor the Sound of Music
"I'm just...I'm not sure this is the life for you," Burt told his son hesitantly.
Kurt cradled one baby with a hand and limped over to Burt, one toddler still holding onto his leg. "What do you mean?" he gasped, trying not react negatively when the baby pulled his hair in a vise-like grip. "My life's perfect."
Burt looked skeptical. "Kurt, I'm serious, bud." He glanced around at the Johnsons' household. Wealth practically leaked from the house. "You might be a good babysitter and all, but you're wasting your life here. You're the smartest person I know. You deserve better than this, bud. You need to find someone. Settle down. Get some kids of your own. You can't let what happened with that abusive jerk Bla-"
"Yeah, I know Dad," interrupted Kurt. He really did not need to hear the name of his ex again.
Burt looked at Kurt with steely eyes now, determination shining in those very depths. "You might hate me for this, but I signed you up for a job."
Kurt abruptly sat down on the floor. The toddler started crying, and he cradled her dumbly. "What? But...but, I already have a job."
Burt winced, but plowed on. "Yes you do. A new one, and that's what I'm trying to tell you. You've always wanted to go to Paris, right? I've got you a job there. Before you say anything, yes, I bought the tickets already. You're to go to the Smythe household, and a driver will take you there. You're going to be a tutor of some sort and-"
"Oh my god," Kurt whispered, hardly listening to Burt. "Where am I going to stay? I...I, crap, I can quit, can't I? I-"
"Kurt," Burt cut in gently. "You're going to be staying with the Smythes, in a nice neighborhood called Bois de Rose. Isn't that nice?" After a pregnant pause, Burt sighed. "You need to get outta here, Kurt. Too many memories in Lima right now," Burt added, eyes softening at Kurt's wince. "You've always wanted to go to Paris, Kurt. Now's the chance. It's perfect, and to be honest, the Smythes desperately need your help. C'mon now, bud. You going to let them down?"
Numb, Kurt shook his head. Burt looked slightly pained. "Carole's packed everything. Sam and Finn want to spend their last week with you playing video games and singing with that Glee club of yours back in high school."
Now, Kurt had to crack a small, almost invisible smile, because really? He was a sucker for all things Finn and Sam did for him. He knew hey did it for him, everything genuine. They didn't expect anything in return. They just did it for the sake of love.
"Yeah, okay," he said. Tilting his head and frowning, Kurt wondered why he wasn't reacting more. Some part of him wanted to scream and thrash and demand his father why he was doing this, didn't he see that Kurt wanted to be in Lima? The majority of Kurt, though, acknowledged that Burt was right. It was sort of a vacation, and plus, he had some friends in Paris. He was going to live in someone's house, teach the kids some basic stuff, and get paid. What was so hard? After all, he was going to live in Paris, the city of his dreams. Plus, he loved kids. Speaking of which…
"How many kids do I have to teach?" Kurt asked.
Burt looked guilty and sheepish now that Kurt had asked that question. "Er, right...about that."
Suspicious. "How many, Dad?" Kurt asked in a firm voice.
Burt scratched the back of his head and offered Kurt an apologetic smile. "I might've assigned you to seven kids?"
Fuck.
Author's Note: Oh my gosh, guys, I'm so scared you won't like it! Please review. Tell me what you think.
