Chapter 3! Kurt's POV(in his journal) and his new bodyguard Chuck make an appearance.
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Kurt found his dad lounging on the couch watching some football game when he arrived home. He rolled his eyes before standing in front of the tv blocking the view.
"Kurt!" Burt almost screamed, "I'm trying to- oh."
"'Oh' is right. How could you keep something as important as that a secret from me all these years?"
"So I'm guessing you talked to your grandmother?" Burt deadpanned.
Kurt rolled his eyes, "I had a very lengthy conversation with grandmere thank you very much."
"An 'I'm sorry' wouldn't be enough right?" Burt asked his son.
"I'm trying to keep calm here dad, but you're not helping."
"I should have told you sooner." Burt leaned forward and put his head in his forehead, "But before your mother died she told me that I shouldn't have to worry about your grandma and your lineage and that it was all taken care of."
"But I couldn't have at least gotten a small idea that I'm part of a royal family even though it isn't Britain?"
"I was going to tell you eventually when your grandmother invited us to some important party or coronation or something, but then your uncle and his family died and it went crazy from there."
Kurt pouted. Normally he would argue with his dad about the issue at hand, but with his heart problems, and his growing problem(that being a country, of course), he didn't want to have a feud with his dad now.
19 October 2008 – In my room
6:30 pm
It's been only a few hours since I confronted dad. I'm not mad at him…yet. Even if I am, it won't last long. No one asked for my uncle and his family to die. It just happened. And the outcome of that is me being the ruler of a country that almost no one knows about.
Dad did tell me one thing before I went up to my room to think about this.
"You have a choice."
That's the complete opposite of grandmere's 'There's no other option' spiel.
6:45 pm – Living room couch
So I might have just googled the next heir to the Genovian throne and –surprise!- it's not me. It's a six-year old boy named Chris. He's my-he's related to me.
I read an article about my mom though. It was talking about her son in America with her peasant widow. They don't know much about me except for my age, but they're just waiting until an announcement comes from the palace.
7:15 pm – Kitchen table
I'm going to bed now. Maybe I'll dream of unicorns and rainbows and Blaine anything to make me forget about everything.
20 October 2008 – Kitchen table
7:30 am
Charles called and told me that my new driver was going to be outside soon.
7:45 am – Front of Anderberry residence
Finn was excited about the prospect of going to school in a limousine until I reminded him that I was going to park a few blocks away from school so no attention would be drawn to us.
My new driver/bodyguard was bodyguard-ish. I mean, what do bodyguards look like? (Not the secret service ones, the big, burly ones). They're big and burly. And my new bodyguard(he later told me his name was Chuck) is just that. Big as in muscle-y and not fat and burly as in intimidating.
He was bigger than Finn. Let's put it as that.
I asked Chuck if he could stop by the Anderberry residence so we could pick up Blaine and Rachel and now we're currently sitting in front of their house.
Blaine was the first to step out and he did a double take at the limo in front of him instead of the usual Navigator. Kurt was leaning against it, writing in that old journal of his again. He chuckled to himself, Kurt was too adorable for words.
"Did you guys win the lottery overnight or-?" Blaine walked down the stairs, with his guitar in hand as always. It managed to survive yesterday so he was good for now.
Kurt's eyes widened, "Uhm-uh, my g-grandma is in town like I told you a-and this is hers?"
"I see," Blaine nodded, "Rachel will be out soon. I blame you for introducing her to skin cream and moisturizing routines."
Kurt smiled, "I try to do me best. Speaking of which-"
He extended a hand to touch Blaine's cheek and Blaine felt his heart quicken. Kurt ran his fingers over his cheek for a few seconds before pulling back, "You need skin cream. Thank goodness you're a boy. I could let you borrow some of mine."
Blaine touched his cheek where Kurt's fingers had been a few moments ago, he still felt tingles on it, "I'm fine. Thank you very much. I'm trying to grow my scruff for that 'disgruntled musician' look."
"I remember the last time you did that," Kurt smiled, "We had a bet for how long it would be until you shaved it."
"And you still owe me ten bucks for that," Blaine winked.
They heard a door shut and Rachel ran down the steps and stopped in front of the limo, "Are we-?"
"Yes," Blaine and Kurt said at the same time.
Finn opened the door and smiled at Rachel, "Hey! Come in. It's so cool inside."
Rachel smiled at Kurt and Blaine and got inside the car.
Blaine held the door open, "After you."
"Thank you."
10:00 am – Library
I got made fun of quite a few times for having Chuck follow me around. But it did a few good things.
Karofsky laughed when he saw him("Did you sell all of your clothes to hire a bodyguard, fairy?") and shoved me into the lockers. Then Chuck twisted his arm around and threatened to do bodily harm if he ever did that again. I might be getting fond of him.
He also told me that he had no problem with me being gay and would hurt anybody who says so otherwise.
Seriously, I love this man.
Gotta do Spanish homework now. Blaine arrived to tutor me.
10:15 am –Still in the Library
I don't understand anything. I don't even understand why Mr. Schue teaches Spanish. Why can't he teach music? Glee club and Spanish don't mix, unless you're talking about Santana, but that is beside the point.
Spanish just isn't my thing. I excelled in French and was going to move on, but the school messed up and I got stuck in Spanish.
With Blaine at least.
Now he's telling me to stop writing in here and do the worksheet. How am I supposed to-
1:30 pm – English class
Blaine took my journal. And didn't give it back until now.
Also, Chuck doesn't fit in the small one-person desks, so he's sitting at the table in the back.
Why is Chuck sitting in the back? –B
He doesn't fit. And you don't need to write your initial Blaine. This is my journal. I know who's writing in it.
Can I see? –B ;)
Nice try.
Que? –B
No. Just no.
Ha! Can you come over for rehearsals after glee tonight? –B
STOP DOING THE INITIAL THING. I can't. I have dinner with my grandmere.
Grandmere? Dinner with abuela? –B
Are you mocking me?
Did you just steal a Thad line? –B
Why do you keep changing the subjects?
Oh look! There's a bird outside the window. He seems nice. –B
I don't understand you sometimes Blaine. Are you sure you're related to Rachel?
Sadly, yes. –B
I just don't get it. Okay. Stop distracting me. I need to pass this class.
You need to pass Spanish too, yet you don't pay attention. –B
That's why I have you. You're my tutor :)
I see how it is. You're using me to pass Spanish. I am the maid to your prince needs. –B
What did you say?
Maid to your prince needs? –B
That's a really bad metaphor.
I'm sorry for my metaphor-writing skills then. I'll buy lunch tomorrow to make it up to you? –B
It's a date.
Uhm. Yeah. sounds nice.
…
Okay. Stop throwing your gum wrappers at me or I will NOT buy you anything. -B