Author's Note: This is dedicated to my bb, Jolene for her 17th birthday! I don't know how long this is going to be. As I publish this first part, in total it's over 6,000 words, and I figured I might as well cut it up and have something for her to read like I planned to. This part is more of the prologue than anything. The next part is going to be much longer since I didn't really put in a part to cut it until I got to those 6,000 words.
This is not a Blaine-friendly fic. I repeat, this is not Blaine friendly! If that bothers you in any way, then my god just stop reading here. Also, it is canon for the majority Season 3, except for Klaine not being together. Blaine is a year younger than Kurt, and Finchel is still engaged. Anyway, Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: As awesome as that would be, I don't own Glee or any of its characters.
Once upon a time, in a very small kingdom, there lived a brave king, and a beautiful queen…
Though the pair were not of royal blood, they had taken over the kingdom like it was what they were born to do. It used to be a very gloomy place, caused by the reign of the royals before them.
It wasn't a very pleasant place to be, with crime crawling the streets, and all of the opinionated, and rude people that lived there. A lot of residents had been bitter from where their kingdom had been torn apart for the entertainment of the royals, but almost all of them had just been sad. They had nothing to believe in now that the people they admired and looked up to were long gone.
They had no idea what to do when the former king and queen had fled the kingdom, so they walked around like chickens with their head cut off the majority of the time. Without rule, they had no order. Burt Hummel realized that soon enough when he moved there from a neighboring kingdom, seeking work.
The whole makeshift system that they had put together was totally ineffective. He only wished that he could do something to nurse the kingdom to health again. He wished he could bring peace among the people, and bring happiness upon the land. But it was definitely a long shot on his part.
After years of hearing his elders tell him that he wouldn't be able to do it on his own, he gave up, and decided to start his own business. One step at a time, he would always think. Baby steps.
Even if it wasn't much, he was helping people, and that's all he could really ask for.
His shop was the only thing in the kingdom that was somewhat functional. With the business, and the help of some people who had the same goal as him, they finally built up the community from the ground up. It took a long time to do, but soon enough, there was hardly any more chaos.
Burt was voted among his people to become the rightful ruler of the land, and he took up the position with a hope to make everything right again for his people. He realized after a while (as well as a lot of hinting from some of his friends on the council) that he couldn't rule the kingdom on his own.
It was like it was meant to be for Burt Hummel and Elizabeth Woodacre to meet. He had just come from a meeting, where the original topic of discussion had been pushed aside to discuss the issue of finding a queen to rule by the king's side. It was like a beacon of light shone down on the woman as soon as he spotted her. He had known for certain that he hadn't seen the woman before in his life. The kingdom of Lima was a small one, and also being the king, he knew everyone in the kingdom. Besides, he would have certainly remembered a face such as hers.
She had beautiful milky white skin, and dark mahogany colored hair that fell into wild curls down her back, and in her face. Most women kept their hair up and out of their face, but Elizabeth's framed her face so beautifully, as her crystal blue eyes shone as brightly as her smile; traits that he was unaware would reflect those of his own son's in the future.
Kurt Hummel was born into a world where all he was given was love and compassion from his parent's and what would be his kingdom in years to come. Though Lima had been a place filled with constant happiness and celebration since Elizabeth became the queen, the birth of the prince was the biggest cause of celebration yet, and the festivities lasted for weeks on end. From the castle walls, there were always the sounds of joyful singing to be heard.
Though the kingdom was very happy about the arrival of Kurt, no one could be as happy than the king and queen themselves about their new bundle of joy. Though, the happiness was short lived, when Elizabeth suddenly grew ill when Kurt was only eight years old, and passed on, leaving Kurt and his father, as well as the kingdom in utter turmoil over the loss of their beloved queen.
Kurt wasn't raised like almost every other prince in the neighboring kingdoms. He wasn't raised by nursemaids, and didn't have everything handed to him on a silver platter. Burt raised him himself, though it became hard at times when all of his kingly duties became too much to handle. But Kurt was a very strong and intelligent boy, so he learned that sometimes it was necessary to take care of himself. He didn't have to rely on any servants or anyone else and frankly, he didn't want to. He had his father after all, and in some ways, his father had him as well. They made each other strong, the two of them.
Another way Kurt wasn't like most princes was that he wasn't raised to fit any standards, or to be forced to become the heir to the kingdom. He had just grown up naturally, to become whoever he wanted to be. He always had the freedom to do what he pleased, and his father trusted him enough to know he wouldn't do anything stupid.
Burt knew it wasn't good for a special boy like him be kept inside the palace walls, with no room to grow.
The king knew his son was special from a young age, and he knew that wherever Elizabeth may be, she knew too. He was a bit anxious to give Kurt his freedom at first. Part of it was the possessiveness over his only son; the only thing he had left to trace back to Elizabeth, and how he wanted to keep him with him forever. But also, part of it was also that there were still a few of those discriminative people left in the kingdom, who wouldn't hold back from voicing their opinions to Kurt; the fact that he was the prince of Lima be damned
He knew that Kurt was strong enough to deal with it, and he had his friends to back him up. They were real friends, because they never took advantage of Kurt for being the prince, or thought any less or more of him for being just that, as well as being openly gay.
Except for the all too noble Blaine Anderson.
Sir Blaine had won over Kurt's heart from the moment they met. Blaine was from another kingdom that was close by. His father was high up on the council there, and sometimes came to the kingdom of Lima to work under the king. Kurt loved to romanticize everything, and say that the moment they saw each other on the steps of the castle was love at first sight.
Blaine was everything that the prince could ask for. He was so perfect, and wonderful. His charm surmounted the charm of even some of the noblest princes he had met, and if Kurt was being honest, he could say that he was even more handsome than any royals to ever live.
He was so gentle, and good to him. He didn't consider that he might have been so nice to him because of his status as the heir to Lima, or that he could have been sucking up to the king by becoming such good friends with his son. And that was just the problem.
Kurt knew from the beginning, he wanted to be more than friends with the boy, and Blaine didn't seem interested than being more than that. But that couldn't stop Kurt from dreaming, or aimlessly doodling little hearts on his schoolwork whenever he could.
He wanted to be the one that the dark haired boy serenaded with silly love songs, and to be the one that was always on his mind. He wanted to be able to kiss him whenever he pleased, and take long strolls through the kingdom, hand-in-hand as they whispered sweet nothings to each other.
The prince was infatuated with him, and everyone knew it. It was kind of like he had a bright neon sign hanging over his head that said "IN LOVE WITH BLAINE ANDERSON" in big letters, with a huge arrow pointing to him. Kurt was surprised that Blaine seemed to know nothing about it.
For a year, he tried to hide his feelings from Blaine, afraid of the rejection he might face. He hated himself for hiding it for so long. All he wanted to do was shout it from the rooftops, for the whole entire world to hear. But he couldn't even tell Blaine, nonetheless the whole fucking planet.
Kurt had talked to his girls, trying to find the perfect way to tell Blaine that he wanted to be more than friends. Sure, it could simply just be brought up in a casual conversation, but from knowing Blaine, he liked the whole romance thing almost as much as Kurt himself.
By the time his eighteenth birthday rolled around, he had the perfect idea. He decided to throw a ball in celebration of his birthday, and invite Blaine. That way, Kurt would have an excuse to make a move, or maybe Blaine would step up and finally do something. His imagination went wild as he imagined soft kisses, and slow dances, pressed up close to the boy he loved.
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