112 alerts, 57 favorites, 79 reviews. :) Thank you. You've made my horrible weekend about 10,000 times better. If anyone wants to give me a prompt for a story, I'll take a shot at it. I'm bored and out of ideas - I'll pretty much do any pairing with Kurt if you want. :)

.Chapter 7.

Kurt's alarm went off too early for both of them, Blaine kissed Kurt good morning despite their morning breath, and then snuck off to his own room to get ready for the day.

Kurt too got ready, then checked his Facebook and accepted all the Warblers who had added him, and changed his status to "Officially a Dalton Academy Warbler."

Blaine entered his room fourty minutes later with a special pin that they had forgotten to give to him the day before, a gold pin of a warbler to be placed on the lapel of the jacket to let everyone know who the warblers were. How Kurt had missed the pin on the three boys on Friday, he would never know.

The day flew by. Kurt's books had been placed on the same seat he had taken the Friday before, and after every class he found himself throwing his books inside, not wanting to carry around the forty pounds of textbooks he had accumulated throughout the day.

In Warblers rehearsal it was more about possible choices to sing at Sectionals. The top contender was currently Hey Soul Sister, with lead sung by Blaine. Everyone seemed to agree with this song choice when Kurt raised his hand.

"The floor recognizes Junior member Kurt Hummel" Wes said.

Kurt wasn't sure if he would ever get used to being called that, "I think it's a great number, but I was just wondering what other songs would be on the list."

Everyone looked at him like he had ten heads. "We only sing one song at our competition performances."

"Oh. Well, I apologize for the confusion then. Just so everyone understands why I asked, in my old school we performed anywhere from two to three numbers per competition as did most other schools competing. In all the times I competed, every school that only performed one song did not place." Kurt said finally.

Everyone was looking around the room. "Well, that would certainly explain why we haven't won sectionals in three years." Wes said.

"I thought it was in the show choir handbook that each performance must be at least six minutes long."

All three of the council members looked at each other before face palming themselves. "We are such idiots. We forgot all about the handbook."

"Well, at least you remembered before we actually competed." Kurt replied.

"Thank you Junior Warbler Kurt Hummel. As a thank you, do you have any song suggestions for Sectionals?"

"I have many, but most would not work with an all boys choir, I would need time to come up with suggestions. May I suggest, however, that you either do a group number where the leads are divided amongst the group, or a duet rather than just one person singing all the time to showcase more of the talent within the group?

Warbler's eyes lit up around the room at the thought of having their voice showcased even if for a moment.

"That is one idea we have not yet considered. The council will talk about it. If that is all, I call the meeting to an end."

Blaine and Kurt held hands and walked out of practice, but not without being stopped by David who yelled, "Nice hickey Blaine!"

Blaine turned red and continued walking out the door with Kurt. They dropped their school bags off in their respective rooms and walked outside to where Joe was leaning against the hood of the limo.

"Damn, I wonder who is visiting that came in a limo" Blaine commented. Kurt just smirked and walked toward the limo where he said "Hey Joe."

Joe picked up his head and saw Kurt walking by, "Hello Kurt" Joe answered before opening the door for the two boys.

"You have got to be shitting me" Blaine remarked before climbing in.

"Please, I just cleaned the interior. If you need the restroom, please go back inside." Joe said before closing the door.

"Why didn't you warn me about this?" Blaine asked.

"I forgot to be honest."

"Well, that would explain why you don't have a car here. Why have a car when you can have a limo take you everywhere!" Blaine said with a smile.

Kurt just kissed him, "You're secretly loving it. Large interior, unlimited drinks, and tinted windows."

"Oh yes, I am loving it."

So began their long make-out session to Kurt's grandmothers' hotel. About twenty minutes away, Joe rolled down the divider, "Boys, you are about twenty minutes away, may I suggest you stop canoodling so you do not have to explain red puffy lips and a hickey?" Joe then rolled back up the divider.

"How the hell did he know?" Blaine asked.

"Unsure." Kurt replied.

They did however listen to Joe's advice. They sat snuggled as Kurt gave Blaine a synopsis of what his grandmother was like and what to expect.

They rolled up, and much like the last time Kurt was there, they followed Joe up to the penthouse. They were ushered into the sitting room to await Kurt's grandmother.

When she entered, Blaine stood up and bowed out of respect, addressing her as "Your highness". He took her hand and placed a small kiss on her knuckles and she smiled.

"Please, call me Susan. None of that your highness business, but I can see that you are indeed a gentleman."

"Thank you your…Susan. I was raised to be one." Blaine said. He waited for Susan to sit down, and then took his own seat.

"Kurt dear, how do you like your new school?"

"I'm loving it grandmother. The course work is much harder and will take time to adjust, but otherwise I am quite enjoying it."

"Good." She said with a smile. "Now, Blaine Anderson is it?" Blaine nodded in confirmation, "If I am not mistaken you are related to the Andersons of Denmark if I am not mistaken, correct?"

"Yes, that is correct. They are my parents."

"I see. Now if I remember them correctly, they are training their daughter to be queen, but you appear older. May I ask why?"

"Well Susan, I told my parents when I was thirteen that I was gay. They say they accept it, but deep down I know that they do not. They had told me that unless I married a woman, I would not take the throne. I refuse to do that to a woman, so I told them I would not take the throne, and they started to train my sister Lauren."

"I am terribly sorry dear. So is it safe for me to assume from the bruise on your neck and the information Joe told me that you and my grandson are an item?"

Blaine blushed to his toes it seems, "Yes ma'am."

"No need to be embarrassed. Kurt, you however might be, would you mind taking a walk for about five minutes?"

With Blaine's pleading eyes to please leave, he did.

"Now, what are your intentions with my grandson?"

"Susan, when I first laid eyes on him I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. I was terrified that my voice would give out on me and crack. I had never met a more charming, intelligent, funny, gorgeous man in all my life. It took me all day to even find out that he was gay. Our connection was instant. I took him out on a date before touching him, and then I told him about my prince status and he told me about his. I don't know what I did to deserve him, but I said it to Kurt and I'll say it over to you and anyone else who asks. You could have every man and woman in the world strip naked in front of me, and there would be no reaction except for Kurt. I know I've only known him for three days, but I can see a future between us, and I think I might love him."

Susan sat in shock. "That is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard about my grandson. If you can tell a queen those words, I'm sure you will have no problem with Burt, Kurt's father. He might seem intimidating, but he's a softie on the inside. Don't let his talk about his shotgun scare you."

Blaine smiled and Kurt walked back in. "All the intimidating done?"

"No, there was no intimidating, that's your fathers' job." Susan said with a small smile. Kurt looked away, "You haven't told him have you?"

Kurt blushed and returned his gaze to his grandmother, "No. I wasn't sure what he would think of me if I said that in the three full days I had been there I had landed myself an amazing boyfriend. He would probably think I am some type of male whore."

Susan and Blaine laughed. "Kurt, I told your father about me requesting Blaine to show you around the school with the intent that something might spark between you. He probably now thinks that I am a meddling old fool. Please tell him tonight. He doesn't know however that Blaine's a prince, but tell him that in person. He won't get mad. If he does, he doesn't know about my shotgun." Susan replied with a twinkle in her eye.

"You set this whole thing up? How did you even know that he was gay?" Kurt exclaimed.

"Kurt, I'm a queen. I have my ways. Now, I have the all important question to ask, I need to start planning the ball two months from now. The question is, are you going to take the title of King?"

Kurt stalled for a minute. Blaine didn't breathe and neither did Susan. "I'm still so unsure."

"Kurt, I really think that you are going to make an amazing king. You are charming, kind, considerate, and overall just amazing. Don't worry about the whole marriage within five years thing. Follow what your heart tells you." Blaine said with a smile.

Kurt looked at Blaine with a smile. All the words he used to describe him had his heart skipping beats, unable to breathe and a fire in the pit of his stomach. He looked to his grandmother. "I'm going to be king, but can I help you plan the ball?"

Susan clapped her hands together in delight. "Wonderful! Oh, and of course you can help me! I'll send over swatches to your room and you can call and tell me what you would prefer. Oh this is fantastic! I can't wait for you to tell your father."


The rest of the week flew by. The warblers had agreed to a duet, and it was quickly decided would be done by Kurt and Blaine. Kurt tried to refuse, but it was a unanimous vote yes for Kurt. Any other time outside of class and Warblers was Blaine helping Kurt with the coursework in Kurt's room. Kurt had called his father Monday after meeting with his grandmother on the ride home and told him about Blaine and how he was having the ball in two months. Surprisingly he took both well, just demanding that Kurt bring Blaine home this weekend to meet him.

Blaine had agreed, mostly because every night he slept next to Kurt, so the thought of not having Kurt next to him for the weekend made him crazy. The sooner you meet the parents, or in this case parent, the better right? So after classes on Friday, they grabbed their bags they had packed the night before, changed out of their uniforms and met Joe outside. Most boys were staring at the limo as they walked to their respective cars to go home for the weekend, and their jaws dropped when Kurt and Blaine got in. The secret of Kurt being a prince was still that, a secret, Blaine on the other hand, was not so secret.

Luckily, Blaine's hickey had started to fade by Wednesday, and now it just looked like a small dark patch. Kurt had promised not to leave any more. Blaine, not wanting to be murdered by Burt had not sought out revenge…yet. Kurt briefed Blaine on his father, and warned him that his house was not a palace, just something small for his father and himself. They soon arrived at the Hummel household where Kurt grabbed his hand and walked into the house. "Dad, are you home?"

"In the kitchen" was the reply from Burt.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand as they dropped their bags in the hall before proceeding into the kitchen. "Hey dad, this is Blaine, Blaine this is my father Burt."

"Nice to meet you sir" Blaine said shaking Burt's extended hand.

"Please, just call me Burt. Nice to meet you as well Blaine."

"Dad, mind if I give Blaine a tour of the house?"

"Not at all. Just leave his bags in the guest room."

"Dad, we've been dating a week. We aren't going to do anything. Besides, he's been sleeping in my room practically since the day we met."

Burt's eyes narrowed. "Fine, but I want the door open whenever you are both in there."

"Thanks dad!" he said kissing his dad on the cheek, "Come on, let's go."

Kurt took Blaine through the kitchen, dining room and living room before getting their bags and heading downstairs to his basement bedroom. Blaine's face was one of surprise when he realized the basement was Kurt's bedroom, "Wow, didn't realize you lived in the basement."

"Well, when I quickly outgrew my closet space upstairs and was taking too long in the bathroom every morning for my father, he built this and let me move down here. It's easier that way."

Blaine explored Kurt's black and white bedroom, quickly discovering that Kurt's room at Dalton was so much bigger, bathroom and closet included.

"So, my friends from New Directions want to meet you tomorrow, so they will all be coming over here to meet you if that's okay."

"Yeah totally! I want to meet Mercedes."

Kurt started to give Blaine the short description of everyone while simultaneously pulling up their Facebook pages so he could see faces to names.

"This is Mercedes. She's a diva, can sing, and threatens to do things but doesn't actually do them. She's my best friend and shopping buddy. So she might yell at you for taking her way her personal shopping assistant."

"Brittany may also call me her boo. Last year I tried to impress my dad and denied being gay, dated her for about two days. My friends call it my Mellencamp days, cause that's what I looked like and sounded like. I dated her because I had joined the football team and she wanted a perfect record. She likes my soft baby hands, and calls me dolphin too because dolphins are just gay sharks."

"Woah. I just got six bits of information in that, you dated a girl, pretended to be straight, were on the football team and you're a dolphin? Anything else I should know?"

"Well, you already saw that I was a cheerleader. And other than the fact that my cheerleading coach calls me porcelain, that's all I can think of." He said flipping to Rachel's profile. "This is Rachel, she's also a diva and calls herself captain of the glee club. She always signs her name with a gold star. She posts a new video of her singing a different song every day at six sharp. She's the bitch who I threw the high F for, and to this day she still throws it in my face. I want to scream that I threw the note, but I won't."

Blaine tried to discreetly get out his phone, but was caught by Kurt. Blaine said that it was Wes wondering if we got to Kurt's house safely and to ask about the limo. Kurt believed it. Kurt went on to Quinn.

Kurt went through Santana, Tina, and then was about to start the guys when a notification popped up and said he was tagged in a video. Curious Kurt clicked on it and wanted to punch Blaine.

Blaine had text Wes and asked him to put up the video of the audition onto Facebook. He always secretly had one of the Warblers wearing a camera to record the performance in case there is any question or doubt later on, but in this case it worked as well. When he saw Rachel had commented on it, he had to look.

Rachel Berry: Kurt, why would you do this song? It's amazing that the Warblers let you in despite not hitting the unmistakable high F.
Wes Li: Rachel, I suggest you watch starting around 2:00.
Mercedes Jones: Amazing job Kurt. I'm so proud of you.
Kurt Hummel: Thank you Wes and Mercedes. I'm waiting for Rachel's reply in 3…2…1…
Rachel Berry: You must have really practiced to hit that. Either that or this is fake
Blaine Anderson: No, I was there, and I can say that it's not fake and there are about fifteen other boys who can attest to the fact that he did not fake it. I also spent the entire weekend with him – he refused to practice. He said, and I quote "I could hit that note in my sleep"
(Wes Li, David Brown, and 65 others like this)
Kurt Hummel: Rachel, I threw the note the last time. My dad was getting harassing phone calls about me being gay, and I didn't want him to have any more stress, so I threw it.
Rachel Berry: You threw the note?
David Brown: Wow Kurt. Can your friend read?
Rachel Berry: I can too read! I'm just in shock and speechless.
Finn Hudson: Never thought I would see the day that Rachel Berry was speechless.
(Mercades Jones, Santana Lopez and 128 others like this)

"Well that shut her up. Guaranteed she'll want a repeat performance tomorrow" and with that Kurt continued with the rest of his friends. Soon Burt was calling them for dinner.

Burt had made simple baked ziti, something Kurt had taught him to make years ago and he had perfected and quickly became Kurt's favorite dish. Once everyone had been seated and full plates, Burt decided to end the awkward silence.

"So Blaine, Kurt tells me that you two are an item. What are your intentions with my son?"

"Well sir," Blaine started.

"Burt."

"Sorry. Burt, as I told Kurt's grandmother on Monday, when Kurt opened the door a week ago I had forgotten how to speak, how to move, and I was certain that my voice was going to crack when I spoke. In the time that I had spent with him, I had never met anyone in my entire life that was more intelligent, funny, charming and not to mention gorgeous than your son. I have no intentions of hurting your son, but if I do, I have already been threatened by Mercedes that she will cut me, and Susan will also hunt me down and kill me as well, but feel free to add on the threat."

"I'm sure Kurt has informed you of my shot gun."

"Yes he has."

"Well, I like you. I think you are good for my son, but hurt him in one way, I will kill you. I'm sure most of Kurt's friends will tell you the same."

"I have a feeling that my body will be unrecognizable should I ever hurt Kurt."

"You bet it will. Now Kurt, I assume you have told him since he's met your grandmother."

"Well, there's a funny story about that." Kurt started. "I didn't tell you over the phone, but Blaine and I went out on a date Saturday night. When we got back he said that he had to tell me something. I was afraid he was a serial killer, but it turns out that he's royalty as well. His parents are the king and queen of Denmark."

Burt's fork dropped into his plate. "You have got to be shitting me."

Blaine and Kurt laughed. "No Burt, it's true. I wanted to tell him before I started to pursue a relationship with your son, for fear paparazzi would find out and tell him before me. I was just as shocked as you were when he laughed at me and told me he was as well."

"Well I'll be damned."

The rest of the conversation flowed freely, and there was no more tension. Burt approved of Blaine, now it was just down to the New Directions.


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