Hey! Not much to tell you this time around. This takes place the same time as last chapter but from Blaine's POV. This story is almost done. I don't know how many more chapters there are left but not too many. Enjoy!

(I've hardly done any disclaimers but if I owned glee or Princess Diaries...I'd probably be rich.)

"Is Carl driving you?" Pam asked while Blaine was getting ready for the Beach party.

"No. Carl was nice enough to take the night off. I'm going to take the school bus with the other kids." Blaine called from his bathroom.

"Are you nervous about the beach party?"

Blaine entered his room wearing his blue swim trunks and a white T-shirt.

"No. Actually, I'm kind of excited. I think I might get my first real kiss."

"Oh! Who from?" Pam asked with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Sebastian Smythe." Blaine blushed.

"That Backstreet Boy clone you've had a crush on forever?" She asked shocked.

"Okay, he is not a Backstreet Boy clone. He's a sailor." He defended.

"I thought he was never nice to you."

"Oh, well, I don't know. He is now."

Pam knew in her heart why he had asked Blaine out by him but just in the off chance she was wrong, she didn't want to say anything. Plus, Blaine was old enough to make his own decisions. She could try telling him what she thought but, in the end, he was going to decide what he wanted to do regardless.

"I just kind of hope that if he kissses me...my foot pops." Blaine continued.

"Pops?"

"Yeah. You know, in old films whenever a girl gets seriously kissed her foot would just kind of...pop." Blaine zoned out for just a moment as he imagined what kissing Sebastian would be like but he had to finish getting ready before he got carried away. "But, I am going to go finish changing now."

"I hope you get your first real foot-poppin' kiss!" Pam called after him while Blaine rolled his eyes.


Blaine was in heaven. Throughout the night, Sebastian never left his side. He ate the best watermelon he'd ever had, he watched Hunter glaring at him from afar, where he then took advantage of the situation by grabbing Sebastian's hand, rubbing it in Hunter's face just a little bit. He also got to watch the glee club perform. He was apart of the club but he chose not to perform still not being over his fear of being in front of crowds.

Blaine didn't think his night could get any better but then they started playing a slow song just as the sun was setting. He was dancing in Sebastian's arms in pure ecstasy when his night changed in an instant. Everyone's attention was overtaken by the helicopter flying just by the dance floor.

"Hey, Prince! Give us a smile!" the reporter screamed.

"How did they find me here?" Blaine said.

"What?" Sebastian yelled.

"How did they find me here?" Blaine shouted over the noise of the helicopter.

"Here. Come on!" Sebastian grabbed his arm grabbed his arm and started pulling him away from the dance floor and the reporters.

Blaine heard the voices screaming at him getting quieter as Sebastian and he arrived at a shed full of supplies for beach games.

"Sebastian. Oh, no. I am so sorry about all this!" He cried as the door closed.

"No, it's fine. It's fine. They can't get us in here." Sebastian whispered, holding Blaine's face in his hands.

"But we were having such a good time and then they came and ruined it."

"I know, I know. Look, they can't see us, we can't see them. We're all alone in this little shack. Actually, you know what? It's kind of cozy in here, and there's no one I'd rather be here with than you, Blaine."

"Really?" Blaine's heart started pounding against his chest.

"Yeah."

Blaine felt his heart all but stop when he saw Sebastian close his eyes and get closer to his lips. Blane was prepared to pop his foot but...

"Sebastian?"

"Hmm?" He mufflled from Blaine's neck which is where his lips ended up when Blaine turned his head.

"This isn't romantic." Sebastian pulled away. "No, it's just my foot. It's caught in a volleyball net."

Sebastian leaned down to help him with his foot and when it was released, Blaine lost his footing and landed in a crate. He heard Sebastian giggle and Blaine blushed. Though he wasn't sure if it was from embarrasment or if it was from the sound of the giggle.


Blaine wasn't sure how long it had been but it felt pretty quick. It might've been because he was having such a good time with Sebastian. They took a break from their conversation and Blaine grabbed a soccer ball and started playing with it while Sebastian took time to look out the window.

"Blaine, the coast is clear." He whispered.

"Really?" Blaine asked excited.

"They're gone, yeah."

"Oh, good."

"So, what do you say we go and find a more romantic spot?" Sebastian said.

"Okay." That was the only word Blaine could get out. He didn't think he'd be able to say anymore.

The second the door opened, Blaine saw the flashes of the cameras and heard the speaking of the dozens of reporters. He turned around to go back in the shed but Sebastian held him back and heard him say, "No! Stay!"

Blaine was used. He knew it the instant Sebastian tried to keep him there. He immediately felt stupid. He should've known.

"Give him a smooch." Blaine distinctly heard from one of the reporters holding a microphone and before he knew it, Sebastain grabbed him by the arms and forcefully jammed his lips against his. This was not at all how Blaine wanted his first kiss to be. Not in terms of location, situation or even person now. Blaine brought his foot up to his waist so he could rip off his flip flop and hit Sebastian in the face, distracting the reporters enough so he could run away.


"What are we friends with Blaine now?" Jeff asked.

"Yes. We hate Sebastian." Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Sorry. It's hard to keep up with who we're not talking to."

"Here he comes!" Nick called.

"Blaine!" Hunter, Jeff, and Nick called after him.

"I'm really sorry. I can't talk right now. I need to go get my clothes."

"Well, here. We've got your clothes. You'll be a lot warmer." Nick held out his hands that had Blaine's T-shirt and pants.

"You guys want to help me?" Blaine asked surprised.

"Yeah. You know, Sebastian is such and idiot. We're going to make sure no on bothers you." Hunter smiled.

"Thank you. That's really nice of you. This is so great of you. Thank you so much." Blaine grabbed his clothes from Nick and ran quickly into the changing tent in front of him. He wanted to change so fast and get out of there as soon as possible.

"Everything's fine." He heard Nick yell from outside.

"Is anybody coming?" He asked.

"No." Jeff and Nick answered together in unison.

Blaine was putting a towel over him when the changing tent was knocked over and he saw the flashes of the cameras. He had been set up...again.

"Get away! Leave me alone, all of you, please!" He was practically begging and he knew for a fact he was crying.

Coach Bieste blew her whistle and wrapped Blaine up in his arms and lead him away as quick as she could from the paparazzi. Blaine couldn't hear what they were saying but he did see a glance of Hunter laughing as he was pushed by him.


Blaine didn't remember getting home or how he wound up crying in his mother's arms. But he did remember what she told him.

"My mom always told me I couldn't cry and told me to be a big girl. But you've been hurt, so you just cry."

"It was really bad. My foot didn't even pop."


"It was just last night that Lima, Ohio's own little Prince partied at the beach. But what started out as innocent fun, sooon turned into allegedly too much fun." Blaine heard on the TV the next morning. He put his face into his hands and started crying again.

He couldn't get over how drastically his life had changed in under 24 hours. He was so grateful that today was Sunday because he didn't know how he would face anyone from school today...he didn't even know how he was supposed to do it tomorrow.
He wasn't even trying to text Finn because he doubted Finn would answer. And if he did, there was no way that Finn would sympathize with him right now. He remembered last night about the cable show when he finally looked at his phone and saw the missed calls, voicemails and text messages from Finn. Starting small with 'Where are you?' and got more and more angry. He knew he messed up big time.


He was asked by his grandmother to come see him before he went to school that Monday and he wasn't even scared. He deserved whatever his grandmother was going to do or say. But that didn't mean he was looking forward to it. He felt awful and couldn't get over that he let his grandmother down. That thought alone made him feel sicker than he ever had been.

When he walked in, his grandmother was sitting behind her desk reading that morning's newspaper with two pictures of him from the Beach Party on the cover. One of them was Sebastian kissing him and the other was of him just after the changing tent was knocked over. He didn't even say anything to her. He just took a seat across from her and watched as she put the paper down and went back to some paperwork. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Blaine decided to break it.

"Please say something." Blaine said meekly.

"Well, there's not much to say. A picture's worth a thousand words. And you have two pictures." Emma scolded.

"I embarrassed the family, didn't I?"

"Not to put too fine a point on it, yes, you did. I think you're making a wise decision to abstain from the job." She said finally looking up at him.

"I suppose I won't come to the ball."

"Well, of course you should come. You're still family. Just because you don't want to be our prince doesn't mean we're sending you into exile. Your mother's planning to come. All your guests are invited. Except for your beach friends."

Blaine looked over at a small table that was placed in front of one of Emma's bookshelves with a picture of himself and his grandmother from the photo booth they did the day they spent the day together. It made his heart ache even more.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm meeting with the press in an hour to do some damage control." She continued as she went down to her paperwork again.

Blaine didn't argue and got up. He only did a backwards glance at his grandmother before he left the room.

"You can come in now." Emma called.

"If I may say so, that did not go very well." Carl said as he entered the room.

"Is this the way a prince should act?" She finally yelled, holding up the newspaper so Carl could see.

"My information tells me that boy was using her. The kiss was merely a device so that he could get his 15 minutes of fame. And his friends didn't help either. Hunter and the other ones...whatever their names are."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Why didn't he have enough common sense to deal with this?

"He's only 15! But today he acted beyond his years. He showed great respect and gracefully accepted your criticism."

"You're saying that as a queen, I was too harsh on him?" She asked as she stood up from her desk and walked over to him. "I was critical of the person who could become the next ruler of my country."

"No. I'm saying as a grandmother, you might have been too harsh on your grandson." Carl explained.

Emma took a sharp intake of breath immediately feeling bad. She didn't think about it that way.

"Do you think he can do it?" She asked.

"Oh, I have no doubts, ma'am." He said without a moments hesitation.

"I thought so too." She smiled.

Hmm. Short chapter. But, fear not! I'm hoping to have another chapter posted this week. Once I get started, it's so hard for me to stop. Let me know what you think! :) You may have noticed that there is no Kurt POV in this chapter but that's because the last chapter you got it. You already know what was happening with him. Also, before I forget. My sister is going to write a Glee/Princess Diaries 2 crossover as soon as I'm done with this one. So, keep your eyes peeled for that. It will be written by bookworm0702 I don't know about you, but I'm actually super excited to read it. Have a great day/night. Until next time. Peace and love! xoxo