I do not own glee


Kurt was sitting in his father's office again.

"Didn't you think I trusted you? I trusted you Kurt. I thought you would be a perfect king. But no, everything you said is a complete lie" he said. Kurt nodded. "You made me say I'm not gay. Do you think I would say that myself?" He asked. Burt shook his head. "You're right. You aren't ready to be king. But you could at least try."

He stopped talking and after a while he laid a paper in front of Kurt. "You better start packing, Prince" He said. Kurt quickly scanned that paper. "America?" Kurt asked surprised. His father nodded. "I only want the best for you. And I think taking you out of this environment that you are too used to. Will help you. With finding yourself and realising which task you have and who people expect you to be. You are a good actor Kurt. Why don't you act on it. Be yourself in America. Be who you really are. But come back as to Denmark as a soon to be king" he said it with so much tender in his voice. Kurt almost believed that he actually cares about him.

Kurt knew that he was going to America whatever he did. His father was serious, so he hurried his way to his room so he could start packing.

That same night 10 pm Kurt was standing in the main entrance hall with his suitcases ready to go to the airport. "Kurt. You'll stay at a host family, a rich family in Westerville. He thinks you're a rich Danish kid and your last name is Jensen. I ordered you a phone. It will be arrived by the time you are in America. Nobody can know you are the crown prince. You'll go to a boarding school. Don't you worry. You won't be missing any luxury. But, no parties. Kurt. I know that you like getting drunk and going in against the law. But, I'm serious if I say that if I find out you went clubbing and I will find out. Finn is going to be the crown prince. I have given you so many chances. This one is the last one" his father said. Kurt nodded and looked up from where he was staring at the ground. He let go of a sigh. "I'll return home as the son you always wanted me to be. If you promise me now that when I return you and I are going to have a serious conversation about who I will be able to marry" Kurt said. Wasn't that his right? To at least talk about it without receiving 20 slaps. His father nodded and hugged Kurt. Burt never really hugged his son.

"I'll call you. Make sure to pick up if you do so." He said. Kurt wanted to hold on to his father. But this guy lost all his warmth. He lost everything he once was when Kurt's mother died. "I miss you dad" Kurt murmured. Not wanting go let go. "Your sentence is wrong Kurt. You're supposed to say. I'm going to-" he started Kurt interrupted him. "I miss my father. I am not going to miss you" Kurt said cold before taking his bag and running to the car that was going to drive him to the airport.

The second the butler threw the door close Kurt let go of a breathe. The chauffeur smiled at him friendly.
"So you're going away?" He said. Roger the royalty chauffeur. He had been with them the day Kurt's father was crowned as king. It's 1 of those people who Kurt is forced to talk with. Kurt turned to love Roger over the years because he never judges him.

"King Burt is sending me to a boarding school in America. So I won't see you in a while" he said. Roger just shook his head. Taking off the stupid hat knowing that Kurt doesn't mind. "What about Chandler? Aren't you madly in love with him?" Roger asked fixing his eyes on the calm road. Kurt sighed and rested his head against the window. "I am. I haven't been able to talk to him. But king Burt told me that I'm getting a phone in America so maybe I can text him or FaceTime him or maybe I'm going to create a fake facebook profile or e-mail. I don't know. I don't want to lose him" Kurt tried to explain. He doesn't get a lot of time to talk about it with someone. Chandler isn't really the listener and his father is not fond of their relationship.

"I would be very careful Kurt. Your father has a lot of power. I wouldn't do grazy things in America if I were you. Remember that he can't hurt you there." He said. Kurt nodded. The drive was silent. 1 thing that is good about being a prince is that Kurt never got a phone. So he has so much more time to actually think.
"I hope you have a good time Kurt" Roger said when they arrived at the airport. Kurt nodded and sat a bit more straight in his seat. Straightening out his clothes. There is no way more than 1 person is going to see who he really is." Thank you Roger" he said when someone opened the door. Kurt stepped out and picked up a bag. Without saying a word he followed a bodyguard to the royal private jet. But a guard stopped him from entering.

"Excuse me prince Kurt. But, you'll have to take a normal plane to America. Orders from your father" the guy said. Kurt stood even straighter. He was now taller than the guard. "I do not take this. King Burt promised me that you would treat me as a Prince. I am a Prince and I deserve to take the private jet." Kurt said his voice cold and harsh. "Yes, but your father told us-" he started. But Kurt shook his head. "Call my father for me. That's a demand too" Kurt said. The guy shook his head. "Prince. The plane is leaving soon we can't-" but once again Kurt interrupted. Didn't they realise he wasn't just friendly asking it.

"If I tell you to call the king you call the king. Have you understood?" He didn't like to be this mean. But, he has learned that this is the only way to get things done in life. The guard took his phone and dialled Kurt's father. "Was that so hard?" Kurt mumbled. Not losing any of his height by keeping his back extremely straight. After a few seconds Kurt could hear his father's voice. "King Burt Hummel. King of all the Danish people. How can I help you?" He asked. "King Hummel. It's Upper guard Lommers. I'm-" kurt ripped the phone out of his hands.

"Father?" He asked. There was a hum from the other side of the line. "Tell them I can enter the jet. There are annoying people here who clearly don't know what their place is" Kurt complained. His father sighed. "Okay. No you aren't going to fly with the jet but we hired off the business section for you. So it will feel like you are flying with a private jet" he explained. Kurt nodded. "Thank you sire" Kurt said before handing that guy his phone back. The guy finished the conversation and they got in a golf buggy to the other, way bigger Plane. They stepped on it and led him to a part where nobody was sitting. Kurt sat down somewhere in the middle.

"Would you prefer something to eat or drink prince?" A young stewardess asked. She looked like she is used to entertain her passengers on a different way than just serving them drinks. Kurt sighed. "I would like to sleep if that is possible. So just take your breasts out of my face and search someone else to fuck you." Kurt said closing his eyes not really waiting for her reaction. "Prince Kurt-" the same girl said. "What?" He snapped interrupting her while opening his eyes. "Enjoy your flight" she said as friendly as she could after being snapped at by the crown prince.

"I'm sorry okay. I would be a decent person if it wasn't for my father. So now go and do your job" Kurt said looking at the screen in front of him. He could hear her sigh and with his eyes he followed her where she sat down in one of the stewardess seats because she has nothing to do. Kurt put the earphones he has with him in the screen and watched the first movie that he could find. Well he at least tried. It was boring and he couldn't follow. This is why he never flies with a normal plane. He can't just walk around here like he normally does.

After 2 hours of the stupid movie Kurt starts to get cramps from sitting still so he pauses the thing and decides to search a bathroom. He looked around and went from one side to the other when he realised that the bathrooms were all the way in the back of the plane. "Is that seriously the only bathroom?" He asked. The stewardess nodded. "Yeah all the toilets are in the back of the plane" she said as uninterested in Kurt as she could be. Not looking up from her magazine. "So I just have to hold my pee till we're in America?" He asked. She shook her head. "Just go to the toilet. There are like a dozen toilets. I'm sure you'll find at least 1" Kurt sighed and shook his head. "Oh god. This is horrible" he said sitting down and continuing his movie.

He was in half of the second movie. When he heard someone call his name. "Prince. Prince. Prince Kurt" the girl said. Kurt looked up and nodded. "you can say Kurt by now I guess. Why do you need me?" He asked. "Do you still need the bathroom?" She asked. He nodded because of course. "Yes, why?" Kurt asked now a bit curious. "Well. There is this toilet here behind me and I was thinking. I guess I could let it be used by a passenger if he's our crown prince." She said. Kurt stood up and walked past her to the door of the toilet.

"You know I can get you fired for this?" He asked. She nodded. "Are you lucky that despite the fact I'm locked up in a castle I still have the realisation of the real world and know that you have to work for whatever little thing you live in so I won't" he said before closing the door behind him.

When he walked back out she was leaning against the curtain wall. "Don't you ever get tired of the bitchy persona. I mean. Don't you want to be yourself?" She asked. Kurt looked at her confused. "I always fight to be myself. To love who I wanna love. But believe me. The bitchy side that's who I am" Kurt said. She shook her head. "We all knew your mother. I might not be that old when she died. But she was the sweetest woman of our country." She said. Kurt nodded. "Yeah but she still died. Do you know how King Burt was then and how he is now? I grew up like this person and I am this person and if you don't like it you better go away. Because I'm not changing for anyone." Kurt said. Trying to walk past her.

"You'll have to change if you want to be king 1 day" she said. Kurt shook his head. "King Burt will never not make me the next king." Kurt said. "So what you telling me is that there is no little boy inside of you. Locked up behind 20 walls?" She asked. Kurt shook his head. "No. No little boy. Only a future King" he said before slipping under her arm. At least he wouldn't have to worry about her the rest of the flight.