Thanks so much for all the support! I am so happy with the feedback and story alerts I got. I hope that everyone likes this chapter. I just want to note that when I say this is loosely based on the movie "The Prince and Me" I mean is very loosely based. While I was writing this chapter I realized that I just wanted to let the readers who have never seen the movie not to take this as a guide to what happens in the movie.

I would like to thank bethanycriss, GhostOfMe, Sarahamanda, Khemikle Disaster and CrissColferaddicted for reviewing chapter 1.

I OWN NOTHING!

Blaine sighed as he brought the final boxes into his room. It was the same room he had last year, room 310N. Blaine was followed by his parents.

"Ah, same room Blaine," his mom said.

"Yes, Blaine, same small dorm room. You could stay at home," Blaine's dad said.

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"I'm rooming here Dad. This way I don't have to drive."

"You know son, I saw a poster downstairs for a fundraiser Dalton is doing with that sister school, Crawford Country Day, maybe you should go. I think it is Saturday. You might meet a nice girl or too."

Blaine groaned. Not this again.

"I have to work Dad."

"Oh, well I could just give you a day's pay and you take the day off."

"No Dad, I said I have to work."

Blaine's dad mumbled something but before Blaine could ask what he said there was a knock on the door.

"ROOMMATE," someone yelled before hugging Blaine. The only clue to who it was, was by the blonde hair.

"Hey, Jeff, but Wes is my roommate."

Jeff shook his head.

"Not this year. The new rule is that you can not room with your significant other. Apparently, some board members complained about the image of the school or whatever. So, Wes is rooming with Nick and I am rooming with you. Oh, hi Mr. and Mrs. Anderson," Jeff said noticing Blaine's parents. Blaine did not miss the slightly disgusted look on his dad's face when Jeff mentioned Nick as his boyfriend.

"Hello Jeff, you make sure to look after Blaine," Mrs. Anderson said to her son's friend.

"Yes Jeffery, make sure Blaine's mind stays on academics and he does not get distracted," Mr. Anderson said.

"Of course," Jeff said.

"Okay, well time for parents to go," Blaine said ushering his parents out.

"But Blaine you have not unpacked yet-" Mrs. Anderson started to say.

"Don't worry mom, me, Jeff and the other Warblers can handle it."

Jeff chuckled as he watched Blaine push his parents out of the room. He sat on his bed and took out his phone to text his boyfriend.

As Blaine guided his parents out he saw a boy—no, a beautiful boy—entering the dean's office.

'Wow,' Blaine thought, 'I wonder who that is.'

"Well, I guess this is goodbye."

Blaine was pulled out of his thoughts by his dad's voice. He looked at his parents and shook hands with his dad but was pulled into a hug by his mom who was crying.

"Oh Mom, I am not that far away. I promise to come home as well."

"I know," Blaine's mom said.

Blaine and his mom smiled.

"I love you mom and look on the bright side, I am only on the other side of town, like fifteen minutes away. It is not like we are going to be on two opposite sides of the planet."

Kurt and Burt sat in front of Dalton Academy dean's desk.

"Welcome Kurt and umm, King Hummel," the dean said.

"Burt will be fine," Burt told the dean. Despite being a king, Burt preferred people to call him by his first name.

"Well, welcome to Dalton. I was looking through your file and you have very high marks. Now, have you received the uniform?"

"Yes, Dean Adams," Burt said. Kurt rolled his eyes. He despised the thought of having to wear a uniform all day. The dean continued to talk.

"Well we are happy to have you here for your senior year. The superintendent has informed myself that no one is to know of your true identity."

"Yes, if people found out who Kurt was there would be a media circus. That is something we do not need," Burt said.

"That is completely understandable. Only the superintendent and I will know," Dean Adams said and Burt looked pleased.

"On to further business, Kurt, I have printed out your class schedule and rooming information," Dean Adams said handing Kurt the papers.

"You will be living in the North wing. With your transfer so close to the start of school there were limited options."

Dean Adams looked at Kurt waiting for him to speak up. After a few moments of silent Burt spoke.

"We understand. Now, where is the North wing?"

Dalton was more like a college than a high school in the structure of the campus. Four buildings made up the entire school. One building had all the classrooms and offices, another building was the cafeteria, and a third building was the library and computer labs. Then, there was the largest building with 10 floors, which had the 4 dorm areas—North wing, East wing, South wing and West wing.

"The dorms are in the largest building on campus. I believe you drove past it when you entered the campus. The North wing will be the dorms facing the North."

"How creative," Kurt sneered earning him a glare from his father.

"Yes," Dean Adams said, "Well your room number is 302N. You are on the third floor, second room in the North side."

"I figured that," Kurt said.

"Kurt, be respectful."

"Oh, Burt, I understand he is a teenager," Dean Adams turned his attention back to Kurt.

"And under the room number is the name David Thompson. He will be your roommate."

Burt sighed. He knew what was coming. Kurt looked from the dean to his dad and then back to the dean.

"Roommate?"

"Yes, Kurt. You and David will be sharing a room."

"No, No, No! No way! Hell NO! I am NOT sharing a room with someone," Kurt said.

"Well Kurt all the single rooms are taken. Double rooms are all we had left."

"Kick someone else out," Kurt said.

"KURT," Burt said, "Stop being so rude. This is why you are here, to learn to behave better."

Kurt rolled his eyes, snatched the papers and stormed out of the office. Burt looked at the dean and sighed.

"I am so sorry sir. I have been having issues with Kurt but I have never seen him act to disrespectfully before."

Dean Adams shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. I understand this is hard on him. He has his schedule so let him get settled in. If he has any problems let him know he can come talk to me. And do not worry I hand-picked his roommate. David is a nice boy. I am sure he will help Kurt adjust."

Burt and Dean Adams shook hands and Burt left the office. Burt found Kurt leaning against the wall crying.

"Son."

Kurt turned around.

"I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I promise to behave and stop going out clubbing late at night and hooking up and-"Kurt was cut off by his dad.

"I'm sorry Kurt. I love you but this is for the best. Being out of the spotlight for a while do you some good."

Kurt couldn't argue with that.

"What if I get picked on?"

"I have already looked into that. This school has a strong no-bullying policy. No one will bully you. The dean said your roommate is a nice kid."

Kurt tried to smile. Kurt had never been away from his dad like this before. Burt hugged his song.

"This is going to be hard, but don't forget I love you."

"I love you too Dad. I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused."

Burt just held his son tighter before letting go.

"I have to be back in Denmark but if you want me to wait until after we find your room I will."

Kurt shook his head.

"No, go now, your country needs you. I'll be okay."

Kurt then walked his dad to the parking lot. It was not until Burt was in the car and heading to the airport that he started to cry.

After watching the car drive away Kurt gathered his things and headed into the dormitory. He left some of his things in the lobby and headed up to the third floor. He got off the elevator and followed the signs to the North wing. Kurt started saying the room the room numbers he passed out loud.

"300, 301, ah here we are 302."

Kurt pulled out the key he was given and opened the door. He walked inside and first noticed the room was tiny compared to his palace room in Denmark. The second thing he noticed was that one side of the room already had someone's belongings on it.

"Hi, you must be Kurt."

Kurt turned around and was met by a dark skinned boy.

"And I am guessing you are David," Kurt said reaching out his hand.

David shook his hand.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to this year. I'm sure we will get along well."

Kurt just smiled.

"I'm not sure of what side you wanted, so I took the left side but I can move-"

Kurt rolled his eyes.

"It's fine. I have to go get the rest of my things."

David looked around and already saw many bags on Kurt's side of the room.

"The rest?"

"Oh yes David, this is not even half."

Kurt refused help from David to bring his things up. It was a few hours later and Kurt had finally finished getting unpacked. He was relaxing on his bed,

'If you could call this a bed,' Kurt thought when David spoke.

"Hey Kurt, me and some friends were going to get some dinner. Do you want to go?"

Kurt rolled his eyes again and scoffed.

"No thanks."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I will not be eating what you people consider food. I will have my own chef coming with food."

David raised his eyebrows.

"Your own chef?"

"Yep."

Burt had sent the servant closest to Kurt, Sean, as a chaperone. Sean was the closest thing to a friend Kurt ever had. Kurt considered Sean his best friend, he was not just some servant but he was like family. Sean was to live in an apartment complex close to Dalton. Sean would also help keep Kurt's true identity of being a prince a secret.

"Well, okay, then," David said before leaving. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

"It's open."

Sean entered with a tray of food.

"You dinner is served," Sean said. Sean was in his late twenties. He was tall with dark hair and eyes.

"You don't have to be that formal," Kurt said as he started to eat. Sean smiled and sat down next to him and asked him how he was adjusting. Kurt just shrugged.

"It will take time Kurt."

Kurt just shrugged.

After Kurt ate and dismissed Sean he felt like going shopping.

'Nothing makes me feel better than spending a few thousand dollars. There has to be a good store around here somewhere,' Kurt thought.

Kurt was deciding to ignore the curfew Dalton had in place. Kurt grabbed his wallet to find it—empty. No credit cards, no debit cards and only 100 U.S. dollars. Kurt was pissed. He called his dad.

"Hello Kurt," Burt said when he picked up.

"Where are my credit cards? I only have $100. Dad I think I was robbed."

"I am aware of that Kurt, you were not robbed. You will receive a $100 allowance every month, no more. This will teach you the value of a dollar."

"But-but-but how am I supposed to survive?"

"Oh stop with the dramatics Kurt. You can survive on that much money, You don't have to buy food or anything else really."

"Well what about shopping? I want extra money."

Burt sighed.

"Well Kurt, then I suggest you get a job."

"Get a what?"

"A job Kurt. I know you are aware of the concept-"Burt tried to say but Kurt had already hung up.

Kurt sighed. This was horrible and he had never felt more alone.

By the time David reached the cafeteria Jeff, Nick, Wes and Blaine were already eating.

"Hey David," Nick said when David sat down with his food.

"Hey guys, how was everyone's summer?"

"Fine," the boys answered.

"So council," Nick said looking at Blaine, Wes and David, "Have we decided what songs the Warblers will be performing this year?"

The three council members laughed.

"Nick, school has not even started yet. We still have to audition for new members," Wes said.

"Well," Nick said, "I think my talented and gorgeous boyfriend should sing lead some more this year, no offense Blaine."

Wes and David snickered.

"Oh baby, that is so sweet," Jeff told his boyfriend before kissing him.

"See Nick," Blaine said, "you do not have to suck up to the council to get laid."

The boys laughed as Nick playfully punched Blaine in the arm.

As the boys laughed Blaine looked around the table. David and Wes had their eyes glued to their cell phones, most likely texting their girlfriends, and Nick and Jeff were flirting again. The loneliness feeling crept back. After a while the boys asked David about his roommate.

"He just seems like some super rich kid—I mean he has a personal chef. But I am hoping as the year goes on he opens up a little. All I really know is that his name is Kurt."

As Wes, Nick and Jeff continued to ask questions about David's roommate Blaine lost interest in the conversation. Blaine spaced off thinking about the boy he saw earlier. He was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

There is chapter 2! I hope this was okay.

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