Hey there! I'm back! So, I have good news. My AMAZING friend, Nancy gave me her old computer since she got a new one and I no longer need to share with my sister and I can update whenever I want! Thanks, Nancy Pants. I appreciate it! :) I can't guarantee that I'll update every week though. My family is getting ready to move right now so I kind of have a lot on my plate with that. But I'll do as often as I can. I also need to take a minute to thank my wonderful friend, David for giving me so much encouragement and advice for this story. I have a lot up my sleeve for you, David. ;) So, enjoy!

Another day and he was back at his grandmother's. Today was the day he was going to start his "Prince Lessons" as Emma called them. And from what he gathered, today he was going to be taught how to walk, stand and sit. He also heard through the grapevine he was going to be told how to make him look like a Prince. He didn't know what that called for and he wasn't quite sure he wanted to find out either. But after waiting in the main room and breaking a statue (which he was NOT going to tell anybody), Sue came out to tell him his grandmother was ready for him.

He arrived in the lounge and looked around. The couches were covered in red velvet, placed under a large, gorgeous chandelier. Placed above an elaborate marble fireplace was a painting. He stared at it and couldn't seem to stop. The detail in it and the color scheme was mesmerizing.

"Blaine!" Emma clapped. "Does your bad posture affect your hearing?"

Blaine was brought back into reality and turned to his grandmother.

"Turn." She said.

"Oh, sorry." He said. He turned quickly but was stopped.

"No, no, no. Slowly, turn."

Blaine looked at her rather funny and felt awkward but did as he was told while listening to his grandmother while Sue took notes.

"Well, carriage, obviously. Hairstyle. Complexion. Stop!" She yelled as he was facing her again. "Eyes...lovely..." Blaine smiled. "But hidden beneath bushman eyebrows." Blaine frowned. He actually liked his triangular eyebrows. She walked over to him and grabbed his chin. "The neck is seemly. Ears...like his father."

"Really? They are?" Blaine blushed. He had never really been compared to his father looking like his mother so he had to touch them. He raised his hand when Emma grabbed it.

"Oh, my! Who has nails like these?"

Blaine looked down at them and frowned. They just had marker all over them. He got bored in a lot of his classes and doodled on his fingernails. He wasn't the only one that did it. Almost the whole school did.

"Everybody." He said shyly.

"Well, tomorrow I would like to see clean fingers. And you will wear nice socks. And I never want to see those shoes again."

Blaine would never be able to figure out what was wrong with his shoes. They were just Vans.


Blaine had gotten home from a long day of lessons. He had fallen off a chair, been told that he "shlumped" and did have some really good tea. And he was very grateful to find out that Carl was more than willing to drive him home so he didn't need to ride his scooter. The limo in particular was going to be something that he knew he wasn't going to get sick of. He was really looking forward to getting home, eating dinner and just relaxing when his mother dropped the bomb on him.

"I had a parent teacher conference with Mr. Goolsby today."

"Oh? How did it go?"

"It was...productive. He said you're doing really well in class, despite the stage fright."

"Oh, good. Anything else?"

"Yes. He...um...well, he asked me out on a date...and I accepted."

Blaine sat down, shocked.

"What...?"

"Mr. Goolsby and I are going out on a date."

"Tell me, how does my mother or, really, any person for that matter, go into a parent teacher conference and come out with a date?"

"Blaine, Mr. Goolsby is not married, he's not living with anyone. Plus he's not pierced, tattooed, or hair-plugged. Do you realize how rare a find that is south of Market Street?"

"Okay. Did it ever occur to you that if you dated one of my teachers, it would give the other kids license to mock me for the rest of my life?"

"No, you're right. I didn't, and I'm sorry. It's just that Dustin...Mr. Goolsby...is such a nice man. He's a real gentleman and I haven't met one of those in a long, long time."

"Okay, it's...it's fine."


Blaine hadn't come around in awhile. Which was fine. Kurt didn't need him to be around but it was pretty weird to not have him spend a lot of time with Finn. But Finn didn't seem too confused about it.

"Hey, Finn?" Kurt asked one day after school.

"Yeah? What's up?" Finn looked up from the table where he was doing his homework.

"Why hasn't Blaine been around? Did you guys have a fight or something?"

"No. He's just been spending a lot of time with his grandmother. You know, the one from Europe?"

"Why though? She hasn't ever been around until now so I don't get why he is spending all this time with her."

"Beats me. He hasn't told me anything. All I know is he is going to be spending a lot of time with her for awhile."

"Hmm. Okay. Thanks." He turned to walk away when...

"Why?"

"Um...I was just curious."

"Kurt...just tell him how you feel. It'll hurt you more in the long run if you don't."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine."

"Kurt, you don't have to pretend with me. I know how much you love him. And I want you to know that I'm here for you." Finn said sincerely.

Kurt didn't respond and chose to leave the room instead. Finn was right. It was going to hurt more in the long run if he didn't say how he felt. But the aching pain in his chest would tell him otherwise.


Blaine couldn't have been more excited to leave. He had been tied to a chair with and Hermes scarf, a nice one but that wasn't the point, to improve his posture at the dinner table. After he learned how to "eat properly with manners" he had to dance. Which is something Blaine wouldn't have been able to do if his life depended on it. But he spun so hard into Carl, his dance partner, that he caused Carl to almost topel over. How in the world was Blaine supposed to be a Prince? But he did get some relief when he and Carl started dancing again and he did it just fine without any mishaps. And if he hadn't run out of the ballroom like his life depended on it after Emma said he could go home, he might've seen his grandmother and Carl dancing around the ballroom in each other's arms.


School had just ended the next day and Blaine was heading to his locker. He was looking down at his feet, which is something he did almost everyday, when someone bumped into him.

"Oh. Sorry!"

Blaine went speechless. It was Sebastian.

"Sorry." He said almost breathless.

Sebastian didn't even seem to notice him and just called out for his friend. Blaine was still in shock when he heard his name.

"Blaine! Are you ready?" Finn called.

"Oh, hey! I'm really sorry but I can't do it today. I've got a Grandma thing. And...just...I'll call you, okay. Bye!"

He turned around and ran off in the opposite direction. He could have sworn he heard Finn calling after him but he couldn't stop to hear what.


"And...just...I'll call you, okay. Bye!"

"What? Has your grandma turned into the big bad wolf?" Finn screamed.

"Shazam." He heard from behind him.

He turned around and saw Rachel standing there with a quarter in her hand.

"Cute, Rachel. But the way to a boy's heart is not by treating her like a vending machine."

"What's wrong with you?" She asked, offended.

"Nothing. Let's just go." He huffed.

He turned to his locker to grab the rest of his books not caring where they landed in his bag.

"Hey." He heard.

"Hi."

"Where's Blaine? I thought we were all going back home together." Kurt said.

"Yeah, well, not anymore. Apparently his grandmother took priority again. He's not coming."

Kurt tried to ignore the aching in his chest to help Finn instead.

"I thought you were okay with the whole grandmother thing."

"I was. But he was going to help me with the Green Peace Petition long before his grandma showed up. He knew this was happening and he just bailed."

Kurt understood. Finn had been talking about this for a long time and he knew how passionate he was about it.

"I'm so sorry, Finn. I can help you if you want."

"Well, you're better than nothing." He grumbled.

"Wow. Okay."

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry. I'm mad at Blaine. I shouldn't be taking this out on you."

"I accept your apology." Kurt wanted to add that he thought Finn was overacting just a little bit but he wasn't about to do that. "Come on. Let's get started."


Blaine ran in late. He knew he was late and he knew his grandmother was going to be upset that he was late. But it wasn't completely his fault. It was makeover day. And what were they going to do?

He sat in the chair for what felt like hours but when Emma looked at him satisfied and happy, he had to turn and look at himself in the mirror.

Oh my gosh.


Finn had told Kurt yesterday that Blaine was planning on picking them up in the limo the next day and Kurt decided to hitch a ride. To be honest, Kurt was a little surprised Finn was still going after how angry Blaine made him yesterday. But the anger in Finn's energy was so deafening, Kurt decided to go outside and play the harmonica until Blaine arrived. He had only been out there for about 10 minutes when he saw the limo pull up.

"Finn! Car's here!"

"I'm coming." He called back, clearly still angry.

Kurt was already halfway down the driveway when he heard his front door open signaling Finn leaving the house and saw Carl getting out of the car.

Kurt held out his hand to tell Carl that it was unnecessary to open his door and he would do it himself.

"Thanks for the ride. Thank you." He smiled.

He was on his way to open the door but it was already being opened by Blaine.

Kurt lost his breathe and became speechless.

I think I'm going to end it right there! ;) But I should update again this week since I'm very very excited for next chapter! The first part of the next chapter will be from Kurt's POV. If you've seen the movie, it will be the fight that Mia and Lilly have in the car but from Michael's POV. I've also been pretty curious as to what was going through his head when he saw her. So a good majority of next chapter will be Kurt's POV. Leave a review and tell me what you think! Until next chapter! Peace and love! xoxo