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(I don't own Glee, Princess Diaries or the characters thereof.)

"For 15 years, you couldn't find a spare minute to tell me that my father is a royal?!" Blaine shouted.

The conversation started not too long after his mother got home and he had decided he wasn't going to beat around the bush. He just wanted to get right to it and let it out.

"I thought I was doing the right thing." Pam responded gently.

"Oh! The right thing for who, Mom?"

"For all of us."

Blaine looked confused at the response and grabbed an orange while waiting for his mother to continue.

"I mean, if we secretly divorced, he would be able to find a woman who would be able to stay by his side and produce heirs and I would be free to live my life with you. I mean, please! We met in college! I was young! I wanted to paint. Can you see me walking one step behind someone for the rest of my life? I mean, with rules and regulations and the waving and the bowing and the scraping? I was scared!"

Blaine shot back.

"You know, living with a mother who lied to me for 15 years scares me."

He grabbed his orange and started running out of the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" He heard his mother ask.

"I'm going to straighten up the royal bed chamber."

He ran upstairs to his room and sat on his bed. He was still so mad that he didn't even know what he wanted to say. He ate his orange as he tried to figure out what to do. Move to Genovia? He didn't want to do that. He would have to leave everything behind. On the other hand, he didn't have much to lose. He had Finn and Kurt and they were pretty important to him. He almost didn't feel his mom come in and sit on the bed next to him. He saw her place a bowl of soup on his bedside table.

"Can we talk? Calmly?"

Blaine sighed.

"Let me brush my teeth first, please."

He jumped off his bed and went into his bathroom to put in his retainer. He hated it enough but if someone else found out he wore one, he'd be an even bigger dork.

He came back in his room and sat down on his chair, facing his mother.

"I'm listening."

"After the divorce, we all discussed it. Your father and your grandmother both agreed to keep that distance so you would have a chance of a normal childhood free of emotional complications. We were going to tell you when you were 18 years old. But when your father died, things changed, Blaine. We wanted to protect you."

Blaine was almost fed up at that point. He stood up and looked at her.

"Okay. You know what? I don't feel protected. You try living for 15 years thinking that you're one person and then in 5 minutes you find out that you're a prince! You know, just in case I'm not enough of a freak already, let's add a crown!"

Blaine could tell his mom had had enough for the evening. She sighed as she got off the bed.

"Well, drink your soup."

"I'm not really hungry."

"Fine," She walked to his door and started closing it. But not before she said, "Good night, sweetheart."

Blaine stood in the same place not moving for a few seconds. He went over to his bed.

"Fat Louie...you are so lucky you don't know who your parents are."

He meowed in response causing a small smile to appear on Blaine's face. He crawled into bed, setting his alarm for the next day, but being fully prepared to have a restless nights sleep. Which is just what he got.


Just across town, Kurt was having just as restless a sleep as Blaine but for different reasons. Kurt had a big test the next day but he wasn't quite prepared, he had band rehearsal coming up and Blaine kept entering his mind. The hazel eyed boy was going to kill him but just because he was so perfect. He kept trying to come up with different ways to get Blaine to notice him. Nothing entering his mind was good enough and he let those thoughts lull him off to sleep.


William Schuester was standing by his mailbox early next morning getting his mail when he saw a limo pull up outside his neighbors house.

"I've never ridden in a limo. He admitted bitterly to himself as he crossed to the open window, and looked out at the bay, the fog looming, like his pathetic life before him. I can't believe I won an Emmy."

He grabbed a pencil and sat himself down on his directors chair to start writing. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed the woman knocking on the door of the Anderson's house.


Pam answered the door and immediately recognized Emma standing before her.

"Emma? Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I was wondering if I might be able to come in and speak with you and Blaine?"

"Yes. Yes of course. Blaine isn't ready yet but let me get you some tea while we wait for him. Please come in."

"Thank you, Pamela."

Pam brought her into the kitchen and offered her a seat while she got started on the tea.


Blaine was looking at himself in the mirror and waving his eyebrows around, wiggling his nose, playing with his glasses and just staring. Trying to see if there was anyway to make himself look semi presentable at school today...but he knew it was no use.

"Well, Louie. As always, this is as good as it's gonna get."


"I have this favorite photo of Devon." Pam said after giving Emma her tea. "We had so much fun when we were he in college. He was so full of joie de vivre, always laughing and smiling."

"I remember." Emma said softly. "Pam, if Blaine reused to accept the throne, the Genovia will cease to exist as we know it."

Pam sat down in front of her holding a box of pictures before responding.

"So the future of your country is in the hands of my 15 year old?"

Emma simply nodded.

Pam didn't respond and instead went looking through the box once more. She smiled when she finally found the picture she was looking for.

"Here it is." She leaned across the table to show Emma.

She took it and stroked her fingers gently across the picture, smiling.

"Oh." She whispered. "Devon was ready to be king. And then the...terrible accident."

"Even though it didn't work out between us...I loved your son very much."

"Thank you." Emma smiled. "I can't wait until she's 18."

Pam didn't get the chance to respond because Blaine had chosen that moment to slide down the pole and land in the kitchen. He turned around and saw both his mother and grandmother sitting at the table. His eyes widened.

"Oh, this is a nightmare. I'm going back to bed!" He turned once more to leave.

"Blaine, the three of us have to talk." Pam called.

Blaine faced them once more.

"Oh, okay. Is there something else about me and my life that just maybe I might want to know about? Oh no. Are you two waiting to take me on a talk show somewhere to let me know that I have a twin sister who's a duchess?"

"You have a cousin who's a contessa." Emma responded. "Fondly known as Bartholomew. Well, actually, we call him Pookie."

Blaine looked confused and was slightly grateful when his mother interrupted her.

"Yesterday did not go well. Will you just listen to your grandmother?"

Blaine didn't say no which they both took as a sign to continue.

"Blaine, in a matter of weeks, we have an annual ball. I was-I am hoping that I may present you to the press and the public on that occasion. However, you desperately need some instruction. I speak for the entire Genovian parliament and the royal family."

"And I speak for this family."

That pushed Blaine a little too far.

"Excuse me! I don't have a family with either one of you because you," He said pointing to Emma. "Ignored me for 15 years. And you," looking at Pam. "lied to me. Families don't do stuff like that to one another, okay?"

He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Where is he going?" Emma asked.

"The tower." Pam answered and immediately started running after him. "Blaine, you can't run from everything."

"He has a tower?" Emma called out, confused.


"Please? Just come down from there." Emma heard Pam say when she walked into Blaine's room.

"You know, most kids hope for a car for their 16th birthday, not a country!" He said, not leaving the tower.

Pam looked down at Emma.

"Just make yourself comfortable," Returning her attention to Blaine. "This is getting us nowhere! Talk to me."

"I can't talk to you right now. I'm late for a meeting with my guidance counselor."

"I'm late for a meeting with Spain and Portugal." Emma chipped in.

Blane rolled his eyes.

"I have a thought." Pam said. "Blaine promises to attend prince lessons until your ball."

"Well, it's not my ball. It's Genovia's annual Independence Day ball."

"I'm sorry." Pam smiled. "Blaine promises neither to accept nor reject your offer to be royal until this grand ball...and then he makes his decision. Now, can you both live with that?"

Silence was in the air until Emma decided to break it.

"It seems I have no option."

Blaine sighed.

"If I have to."

"But I want not one word of this until that evening. Is that understood?"

"Duh." Blaine responded.

"The press would have a field day."

"Well! Let's not keep Spain and Portugal waiting." Pam said, ending the conversation.


"Finn! I'm going on ahead. I have a few things to do before school starts." Kurt called.

"Are you sure? Blaine called and he said he's picking me up and that he has a surprise."

Kurt's heart pounded hard at Blaine's name but didn't let it show. He needed to keep telling himself that he desperately needed to do something for school because if he didn't, he knew he would have gone with them in a second.

"I can't. I really do have things to do. And don't use him as an excuse ever again. I'll smack you."

"You wouldn't dare."

Kurt gave him a look that Finn knew all too well.

"Actually, you would. But, fine. I just thought it would give you guys a chance to talk more."

"While I appreciate the thought, it wasn't going to work anyway. He's too hung up on Sebastian."

"Sebastian is a tool. Win him over."

"You know what, Finn, I'm not really in the mood for this right now. I'll see you at school."

"See ya later."

Kurt left the house and hopped on his scooter. He really did need to start looking into getting himself a car. It was more expensive but they were less strenuous and time consuming. Plus, if he drove, he would have to focus more on what he was doing and less on Blaine. Finn was right. Sebastian was a tool. Convincing Blaine of that was another story all together. He was blind to his evil. He was thinking of ways to get Blaine around without Finn there. Wait! Kurt could have slapped himself for being so idiotic. His car was at his father's shop. It was obvious. Band practice took place there and Blaine was there a few times they had practice to look at his "baby" as he calls it. Just invite him to a band practice. Kurt felt so naïve that it took him this long to figure it out. It seemed like such a good idea but Kurt knew that with his luck, something was bound to go wrong.

Hope you guys enjoyed! This was actually kind of a short chapter but it wasn't intentional. It seemed a lot longer while I was writing it. Haha. Let me know with a review what you thought. Thanks for still reading it, David! That means a lot. See you guys hopefully next week! Until then, peace and love! xoxo