Guess who's back! Sorry it took so long. But I'm glad to release another chapter of Prince Diaries. Before I begin, let us all take a minute to be super excited for Lea who just got engaged! I know we all miss Cory and we loved them together but I'm so glad that she is happy. I'll stop talking now and let you enjoy chapter 3. This chapter is for you, Nancy, for being patient and for YOU, David. I miss you already! I hope you enjoy! xoxo
Blaine ran to his locker to grab his things to head to meet this mysterious grandmother. Why she wanted to meet with him, he didn't know. He pulled out the address his mother had written down for him this morning and set off. He was grateful for all that time he spend camping with friends because now he didn't need to pull up Google maps to direct him where to go. It also helped that he knew Lima, Ohio like the back of his hand.
He started walking for what felt like forever before getting into the neighborhood of where he needed to be. He kept looking at the paper and back up to look at the house numbers. He looked at the house to his right and internally whooped for finding it. It was big and extravagant, locked by a gate that had to be opened from the inside. He stepped forward a few more feet and saw the call button. He cleared his throat before pressing it.
"The school tours are on Saturday, young man." He heard the voice from the speaker.
He pressed the button quickly.
"I'm here for a meeting with my grandmother."
"Name."
"Emma Pillsbury Renaldi."
"Oh. Please come to the front door."
He heard the gate make a noise when he saw it opening out of the corner of his eye.
"Thank you very much." He wasn't about to lose his good manners now.
He walked through the gate that was now open and pulled his sleeves further down his arms until they were covering his wrists. He looked around as he stepped onto the grass. He heard someone yell over the speaker.
"Get off the grass!"
It startled Blaine so much, he almost fell over. He turned around to run off the grass when he noticed the speaker going off again but in a different language. He had no idea where it was coming from but it was making him nervous. The third speech was going off when he finally made his way off the grass. He took a deep breath and started walking again...this time on the driveway.
He made it up to the front door and knocked. He waited no longer than 5 seconds when the door finally opened, revealing a man in a black suit and white gloves. Blaine couldn't help but notice how fancy his grandmother seemed to be.
"Welcome, Mr. Anderson. We've been expecting you." The man said.
He walked inside holding onto his backpack tightly, almost too afraid to let go. He was looking around admiring the house when he felt something tug on his backpack. He turned around and saw another man, dressed the same as the first, feeling his backpack. But for what, Blaine didn't know.
"Oh! Be careful. Please don't crush my soy nuts."
"Your soy nuts are safe." He responded, holding back his obvious chuckle.
Blaine felt a little embarrassed but he didn't say anything.
The man felt around a little bit more before nodding to the first man and saying, "Okay."
"Right this way." The man opened his arm directing her where to go.
Blaine hesitated slightly not having been in this situation before but moving anyway. He continued to look around the grand house that seemed to be covered in gold when he saw when looked like a vase with a lid. Curious, he walked over and stared to open it up.
"Please," Blaine jumped at the sound, almost losing his grip on he lid. "Make yourself comfortable."
Blaine put down the lid and headed over to the couch. He dropped his backpack on the floor in front of the couch and sat down. He watched as the first man jumped over his backpack to leave the room. Blaine moved his eyes around the room once more before he noticed something very strange. He leaned forward to make sure he wasn't just seeing things. Nope. Not seeing things. There were definitely pears in those flowers.
"...for their daughter, Marissa. She's allergic to peanuts." Blaine heard a voice say. "And we need to pillows for the prime minister's wife." Blaine looked up and saw a tall, blonde woman in a tight, black dress walking into the room talking on the phone. "She's allergic to goose feathers."
Blaine stood up, not knowing what else to do.
"Hello, Blaine. I'm Sue, from the Genovian attache corps." She held out her hand, which Blaine accepted.
"Hi," Blaine smiled. "It's nice to meet you. Um, where am I?" Blaine asked. He may know Lima but he had never been aware of this house.
"The Genovian Consulate." Sue answered.
"You've got pears in your flowers." Blaine said, not really knowing what else to say.
"Genovian pears. We're famous for them. Now, if you'll sit down, she'll be with you in a moment."
Blaine and Sue were just about to sit down when Blaine heard an unfamiliar voice but yet he knew exactly who it was.
"No, I don't need a moment. I'm here."
Blaine watched as everyone else stood up and felt like he should probably follow suit so he immediately stood again. Blaine let his gaze go over to the staircase where he laid eyes on his grandmother for the first time. She was beautiful. She had red hair that was obviously falling a little gray from age. She was wearing a black dress, paired with black tights and shoes with a dark purple scarf. His father looked just like his grandmother.
"Blaine. I'm so glad you could come." She smiled. She had a very heartwarming smile.
"Hi. You've got a great place." He returned the smile.
"Thank you. Well, let me look at you."
Blaine smiled and took off his glasses so she could better see his eyes, even over the mesh of curls.
Emma sighed.
"You look so...young."
Blaine looked confused but he kept his smile.
"Thank you!" He put his glasses back on. "And you look so..." What was he supposed to say? He didn't know her but she didn't look old. Just say something that isn't incredibly embarrassing. "Clean." Wow.
Blaine noticed Sue trying to hold back a chuckle that immediately went away when Emma turned to look at her.
"Sue, would you check on tea in the garden?" She nodded and immediately walked away. Emma turned to look back at Blaine. "Please, sit."
Blaine sat down across from his grandmother and he felt it immediately get awkward. He didn't want to be the one to break the silence when he didn't even know why he was here. He started tapping his teeth together merely just to make the silence go away. He assumed it was getting annoying so he figured he should probably say something.
"So. My mom said you wanted to talk to me about something. Shoot."
"Oh, before I 'shoot' I have something I want to give you." She leaned forward and picked up what looked like a jewelry box from the table. Blaine loved it. It was gorgeous. It was silver with small blue diamonds on it. "Here." She smiled.
Blaine leaned forward and grabbed it from her.
"Oh, um, thank you!"
He opened it up and gasped. It was a small necklace in the shape of a heart. In the middle of it was an engraved 'G', atop a banner. It really was very lovely. He looked up at his grandmother and smiled.
"Wow."
"It's the Genovian crest. It was mine when I was young."
Blaine grabbed the necklace and pulled it out to stare at it more. While staring, he dropped the jewelry box, almost making it fall on the floor. He heard Emma gasp.
"Ah. And that was my great-grandmother's."
Blaine chuckled nervously.
"I'll keep this safe. I will take good care of it."
He opened his backpack and started stuffing the box into it and hard as it would go. If he had been less concentrated on what he was doing, he would've seen his grandmother looking like she was about to cry. When he finally got it into the backpack, he slammed on it a few times to make sure the box was secure.
"Now, what did you want to tell me?" He asked, immediately putting on the necklace.
"Something that I think will have a very big impact upon your life."
"I already had braces." Blaine laughed.
"No, it's bigger than orthodontia."
Blaine was about to respond but Sue beat him to it.
"The tea is served, ma'am."
After having arrived in the garden that Blaine found incredible, they sat down at the table in the yard that had their tea on it. Blaine grabbed the sugar and added a little bit of milk to his tea. He didn't care much for tea so he always made sure to add something to counter the taste. He picked up his spoon and started stirring. He banged the spoon up against the side to make sure it was stirred completely. He only stopped when he heard his grandmother speaking.
"Blaine, have you ever heard of Eduard Christoff Devon Gerard Renaldi?"
"No." Blaine said without hesitation.
"He was the crown prince of Genovia."
"Mmm." He said, trying not to sound disinterested. "What about him?"
"Eduard Christoff Devon Gerard Renaldi...was your father."
Blaine couldn't hold back a snort.
"Yeah, sure. My father was the prince of Genovia. Uh-huh. You're joking." He took a sip of his tea.
"Why would I joke about something like that?"
Blaine started to get a little nervous because he was starting to think that she didn't understand joking and that she was being completely serious. She couldn't be because that would mean...
"No! Because if he's really a prince, then I-"
"Exactly." She smiled. "You're not just Blaine Anderson. You are Blaine Devon Anderson Renaldi...Prince of Genovia."
He was speechless. No...no that couldn't be true. Not him. Not Blaine Anderson.
"Me...a...a prince? Shut up."
Emma almost choke on her tea.
"I beg your pardon? 'Shut up?'"
"Your Majesty, in America it doesn't always mean, 'Be quiet.' Here it could mean, 'Wow' 'Gee whiz' 'Golly'"
"Oh, I understand. Thank you." She responded.
Blaine had almost completely zoned out of their conversation. He just needed time to process this.
"Nevertheless, you are the prince. And I am Queen Emma Renaldi."
Blaine took a deep breath.
"Why on earth would you pick me to be your princess?"
"Since your father died, you are the natural heir to the throne of Genovia. That's our law." Blaine closed his eyes and rested his chin in his hand. "I am royal by marriage. You are royal by blood. You can rule."
Blaine opened his eyes.
"Rule? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Now you have really got the wrong boy. I never lead anybody. Not at Brownies, not at Boy Scouts, um...Queen Emma." He threw himself onto the table. "My expectation in life is to be invisible...and I'm good at it."
"Blaine, I had other expectations also. In my wildest dreams I never expected this to happen. But you are the legal heir-the ONLY heir- to the Genovian throne and we will accept the challenge of helping you become the prince that you are. Oh, I can give you books. You will study languages, history, art, political science. I can teach you to walk, talk, sit, stand, eat, dress like a prince. And, given time, I think you'll find the palace in Genovia a very pleasant place to live. It's a wonderful country, Blaine, really."
Blaine sat back up.
"Live in Genovia? Woah. Woah. Just-rewind and freeze!" He didn't even care how offended Emma looked. "I'm no prince. I am still waiting for normal body parts to develop. I refuse to move to and rule a country and; do you want another reason? I don't want to be a prince!"
He grabbed the backpack that was sitting next to his chair, stood up, and started running away.
"Oh. Blaine! Blaine! Come back here!"
Blaine heard her but didn't see her stand up to start running after him. He wouldn't have cared either. He needed to get away. He was so angry at his grandmother for springing this on him and even more angry at his mother for keeping this from him.
"Ohh! Well, that went well, didn't it?" Emma said to her right hand man, Carl.
"Perhaps he needs more time." He said.
"Will you help me?"
Blaine ran to the front door without even waiting for the door to be opened for him.
"Mr. Anderson?" He heard, but he still didn't stop.
"I'm the head of your security and you want me to be a chauffeur and baby-sitter." Carl sounded almost offended.
"For the time being, yes. The child needs protection." Emma explained.
Blaine was grateful they were already opening the gate for him because if he had to wait, he may have just screamed. He didn't stop running until he reached his house. When he finally made it, he could barely breath from running so hard. And just his luck, his mother wasn't home. Now he had to wait, in anger, before he could talk to his mom. He went to the tower and laid on the floor just for something to do. He heard his phone ringing and saw it was Finn.
"What do you want, Finn?"
"Wow. Hello to you too. Are you okay?"
"No. I'm beyond mad right now. I'll have to talk to you about it later. I just...I need a little time by myself first."
"Okay. Well, Kurt just wanted me to let you know that he's making dinner tonight if you want to come over. I know you really like his cooking but if you have other things on your mind then I'll tell him not to set an extra plate."
Blaine sighed.
"Okay. Tell him I'm sorry but I'm sure I'll be over another time."
"I will. I hope everything turns out okay."
"Thanks, man. See you tomorrow."
"Yeah. See ya." Blaine heard him hang up. He stared up at the ceiling for hours until he heard the door open. He changed into his pajamas before he went downstairs because he wanted to be comfortably dressed for such an uncomfortable conversation.
Finn hung up the phone and turned around where he saw Kurt standing at the entrance of the kitchen leaning up against it.
"He's not coming?" Kurt asked, clearly upset.
"No. He said he's sorry but he's not in a good mood. He didn't tell me why but I know that it probably had something to do with his grandmother since everything was fine before that."
"Oh. I understand. Thanks for trying." Kurt turned around and started walking to the stove when Finn called his name. He didn't turn around.
"Kurt? Look, I know how you feel about him but you need to stop trying so hard. Let him get to know how awesome you are without showing it too much."
Kurt just nodded his head and got back to what he was doing. His heart wasn't as invested as it normally would've been because he was cooking Blaine's favorite meal. Blaine's. And he wasn't even going to be here to enjoy it. He thought about what Finn said but he wasn't sure. He didn't know how to tone it down when his heart was constantly screaming at him and the butterflies in his stomach never seemed to stop. He felt like if he toned it down, he'd be even more invisible than he already was. He couldn't be. Not when Blaine barely noticed him as it was. Maybe if he started talking to Blaine more, he might get noticed. He was going to do it. He had to. If not for the sake of saving his sanity but for saving his heart.
Hope you guys enjoyed! I really am going to try and update more than I have been. I love writing this story. Please let me know what you think about the Kurt POV stuff because I actually really enjoy writing it. I think it's interesting and it really does bring a new take on this classic story. Let me know what you thought. Until next time, best wishes! xoxo
