Authors Note: Wow, I am blown away guys. A little over 12 hours since I posted the first chapter & I have 24 people on Alerts, 6 people already have it on the favorites (hope I can keep them there!) and 9 reviews, so I give you an update.
PLEASE READ: If you read this story somewhere between 9:30 and 12 midnight Eastern Standard Time on Sunday May 22nd, I had originally had Kurt prince of Ireland. I had a reason for it when I started the story, but a lot of things changed in my head while writing it, so it wasn't necessary to keep it. It has now been changed to Norway to make it more like reality. Thanks to hp-lotr-etc for giving me that suggestion. :)
.Chapter 2.
Kurt woke up the next morning at five, still in the clothes from the night before and he remembered the entire conversation that took place. He remembered his father coming down to ask him if he wanted dinner but he just rolled over. He completely missed his nighttime skin ritual, and his clothes were completely wrinkled.
Kurt groaned and got out of bed. He took off his current outfit, put them on a hanger and hung them on the back of the bathroom door. He turned on the shower super hot and climbed in. Hopefully the steam from the shower undid some of the damage he did during the night sleeping in his clothes.
He was up an hour earlier than usual, so he did an extra long moisturizing on his skin to make up for the night before. He was dressed and went upstairs to make breakfast by 6:30.
He walked into the quiet kitchen and started the coffee pot, and also on two egg white omelets for himself and his father.
His father walked into the kitchen five minutes later.
"Morning Kurt."
"Morning Dad. What veggies do you want in your omelet?"
"Veggies? I want bacon."
Kurt shot him a look of death, "Dad, you know you can't have bacon."
"Fine, give me tomatoes and peppers." Burt said pouring himself a cup of coffee.
Kurt smiled, and decided that he would take a piece of turkey bacon, and microwave it – it was healthier that way. No fats, and it was turkey.
In between cooking, Kurt too poured a cup of coffee, sipping it while making the omelets.
"So, you slept an awfully long time last night" His father commented.
"Yeah, it was a lot to take in within a short amount of time. I can't help but think about how my friends are going to react."
"I understand kid. It was a lot for me to take in too. I asked to meet her parents because I knew I wanted to propose, and she dropped the bomb that they were the king and queen of Norway."
Kurt spun and looked at his father, "What did you do?"
"I passed out. I came to five minutes later with my head in her lap, and I told her that I loved her no matter what she was, and as long as she wanted to be with me, I would be with her."
Kurt had tears in his eyes. He could only dream of finding someone that would be just like that to him. "That's like something right out of Disney."
Burt chuckled. "They say that if you love someone, you love them for all of them – flaws and all. Not that being royalty is a flaw, but it was a flaw in my plan at the time."
Kurt served up the two omelets, observing his father's face when he saw bacon in his omelet, they observed a comfortable silence and ate their breakfast.
After breakfast was eaten and cleaned, it was 7:15 and the doorbell rang. Kurt went to go answer it, and a middle aged man with a balding head, dark sunglasses, and a sensible black suit and shoes was standing there. He took off his sunglasses and said "I'm assuming that you are Prince Hummel?"
Kurt looked at him for a moment. Oh, that's right, his grandmother sent a car. "Yes that's me. Give me two seconds to grab my books?"
The older gentleman nodded and Kurt ran off. He gave his father a hug who yelled after him "Good Luck!" picked up his bag and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. He looked at the man who said to him, "My name is Joe, and I will be your driver for this week. So, before we are late, let us go prince."
"Joe, please, just call me Kurt." He said with a smile.
"As you wish Kurt," He said smiling behind his dark sunglasses that were put back on his face.
Kurt looked at the car that his grandmother sent for him, but it was no car. It was a black escalade limousine. "Wow, my grandmother really goes for subtle." and climbed in.
Kurt contemplated having Joe drop him off a block away from school, but decided against it – more chances for dumpster dives, slushies and in general beatings. Let the school see him get dropped off in a limo, his grandmother is in town.
Joe pulled up to the school, and Kurt looked out the window seeing everyone looking at the limo that was pulling up to the school. He could see kids pulling out cameras and cell phones to catch a glimpse at what celebrity would be visiting Lima Ohio. Kurt giggled to himself. Joe came to a stop in front of the school and got out of the car to go and open the door for Kurt.
Kurt blushed at the act, getting used to the fact that he is royalty and climbed out. "Thanks Joe" he said. Joe gave a curt nod, walked back around the limo and said before climbing in, "I'll see you at four" and drove off. The look on everyone's faces when they saw Kurt Hummel climbing out of a limousine at school was priceless. Kurt threw his bag on his shoulder and walked into the school.
At his locker he was met up with Mercedes. Before he could even get a word out she said, "Hey! Did you see the limousine that pulled up? I wonder who was in it!"
Kurt couldn't help but giggle. Mercedes looked at him like he had six heads which made Kurt laugh even harder, "Guilty as charged." Kurt said opening his locker and checking the mirror.
Mercedes jaw dropped. "How the hell did you afford to get a limo to drop you off at school? You sell off all your Alexander McQueen sweaters?"
"No, actually my grandmother is in town and decided to give me a ride to school today." Kurt replied. 'Well she did! Just because she wasn't in the car didn't make it untrue.'
"Damn white boy, she's acting like she's royalty!" Mercedes said with a laugh.
Kurt immediately stiffened and said, "Yeah, imagine that."
"Well I gotta go get my books and stuff, I'll see you at Glee later." Mercedes said with a wave.
"Bye Mercedes!"
Kurt stood there, shut his locker and placed his head upon it. 'How am I going to tell them that I am royalty?'
Kurt went through the day, but did not hear a word of what any teacher said. At lunch everyone was questioning how and why he got to school in a limousine.
"My grandmother is in town and offered me a ride to school. I didn't know it was going to be a limousine until I walked out of my house this morning." Kurt replied simply.
Everyone just took the answer and continued on with other conversations. Mercedes turned to Kurt and said, "Hey, wanna hit the mall after school? I need a new pair of shoes for my outfit this weekend."
"Oh how I wish I could. I have to go see my grandmother immediately after Glee." He said with a frown. "Tell me about the outfit, and I'll tell you what type of shoes I think you should get. I trust your judgment."
Mercedes smiled and started talking about her outfit, and Kurt was able to decide what shoes she should get, and said to send him a picture later of them.
Before he knew it, lunch was over, and so was the rest of the day and it was time for Glee club. Kurt felt like he had swallowed a rock and it was sitting in his stomach. He was so nervous. He took a deep breath and opened the door
Kurt was the last to arrive, walking in exactly when the bell rang. Mr. Schue looked at him and smiled "Kurt, glad you are here! Take a seat."
"Actually Mr. Schue, I have something that I need to say, if that's okay."
Mr. Schue looked confused but said, "Okay, the floor is yours."
Kurt dropped his bag on the floor, and leaned against the piano and took another deep breath.
"I'm sure as many of you saw this morning, to my complete surprise, I was picked up by a limousine."
Mr. Schue looked really confused. "That was you Kurt?"
Kurt laughed, "Yes that was me. As I told the glee club earlier, my grandmother is in town and insisted on picking me up for school this morning. But in relation to what I found out yesterday it came as no surprise to me."
"What are you talking about?" Mercedes asked.
"My grandmother lives in Norway, and I haven't seen her since my mother's funeral. To make a long story short, my grandmother is the Queen of Norway."
Everyone's jaw dropped, he didn't let them comment and continued. "That makes my mother a princess. I never knew. Her dying wish was to wait until I was eighteen which is in eight months. They decided to tell me earlier because I am next in line to take the throne if I chose it, and my grandmother wants me to take over starting next summer so I can learn the ropes while she is still alive."
"So dude, you're a prince." Puck said.
Kurt nodded.
"That's awesome!"said Finn.
"Can we go visit you in Norway?" Rachel asked.
"If you're a prince, why does everyone call you princess?" asked Brittany.
Kurt smiled at this. "Wow, you guys are taking it a lot better than I thought you would."
"Of course we are!" Artie said, "As long as you don't turn into a snooty rich guy and turn us all away, I think we will be fine."
"Can I be part of the CIA body team around you?" Puck asked.
Kurt's smile disappeared. "Well, that's part of the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. It's likely that it will soon get out and around that I am royalty, and the media will start to go crazy. With this school, it's likely Principal Figgins will accept money and let them come and attack me in the middle of class. Karofsky and everyone else will likely continue to bully me no matter what, and I can't have that. It's been proposed that I transfer to another school, Dalton Academy – an all boy's school with a zero tolerance no bullying policy in Westerville, and I'm thinking of going."
"What! No!" "We can protect you here!" "Don't leave my dolphin!"
"Guys! Calm down." Mr. Schue said after seeing tears start to form in Kurt's eyes. "I know it will be like losing a friend, but he's not going to be far. Westerville in a hour away from here. You guys could meet halfway, and I'm sure Kurt will come home some weekends, and with technology today, he's a phone call, text message, e-mail, Facebook message, tweet or Skye away. Take a look a Kurt." Everyone stopped and looked at Kurt who had tears spilling over his eyes, biting the knuckles of his fist. "He's clearly upset about leaving. What he said though, is true. Principal Figgins is always looking for ways to get money and will let them in. We have to also think about Kurt's well being. You guys can still be friends, but you just won't see each other every day is all."
Everyone started to look really guilty about telling him not to leave. Surprisingly it was Santana who got up first and walked over to Kurt. She placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Despite that I pick on you mercilessly like everyone else in this school, I really will miss you. Go where it's safe, your true friends will follow." She finished with a smile.
Kurt grabbed around her and hugged her, soon the rest of the club followed in a very large group hug.
"When do you leave?" Rachel asked.
"Well, I move in Thursday afternoon, and Friday I get the day to explore. I officially start Monday, but I probably need tomorrow to pack all of my stuff, so today I guess is officially my last day."
The group just hugged him tighter.
"Mr. Schue, since I know that I won't be here I don't think I can actually stay, but before I go, can I sing one last song?"
Mr. Schue smiled sadly. "Sure Kurt."
Everyone scrambled back to their seats, Kurt pulled music out of his bag that he had found online earlier, and handed it to Brad. The music started and he started to sing.
You'll be fine tomorrow
The sun will rise again
It's never easy to say goodbye
You know I'll always love you
You know I always will
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My old friend (my old friend)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
We've reached the end (we've reached the end)
I don't cry with sorrow, I cry with joy
The memories we made can't be destroyed
You know I won't forget you
You know I never could
And when I said I loved you
You know I meant for good
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My old friend (my old friend)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
We've reached the end (we've reached the end)
You know I'll always love you
Goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My old friend (my old friend)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
We've reached the end (we've reached the end)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My old friend (my old friend)
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
We've reached the end (we've reached the end)
The entire room had tear stained faces. It was one more group hug, and then Kurt grabbed his bag and walked out the door.
Kurt had stopped in the bathroom and washed his face before heading outside just in time to see Joe pull up to the school. A quick look at his cell phone showed that it was exactly 4. He heard the clamoring from the hallways of the glee club getting their things to go home. Joe got out of the car and walked around and Kurt hopped in just as the glee club walked out the doors.
The entire club stopped and watched the limo pull away, waving as it went by. Kurt waved back, but the tinted windows stopped him from being seen. Once out of view, he pulled out his iPod and plugged in his headphones and listened to some Lady Gaga to cheer him up. Before he knew it, he was pulling up to his grandmother's hotel on the outskirts of town. Joe parked out front, opened his door and said to follow him.
Kurt followed as they went to an elevator inside the hotel lobby and took it up to the penthouse with a key Joe kept inside his pocket. They stepped out of the elevator, and Joe dramatically opened the double doors leading to the only suite. Typically the elevator would open to the suite, but for added security, it had a set of doors and two body guards outside. They had recognized Joe immediately and let them through.
Kurt was ushered to the sitting room where his grandmother was there with a tray of tea just being placed upon the table.
"Oh good Kurt, right on time. Come, sit. Have some tea with me."
Kurt sat down, and took the cup of tea offered to him with a polite thank you.
"So, Kurt. Have you decided about Dalton?" his grandmother asked
"Yes, I talked to my friends, and through lots of tears and harsh words, they have decided that it's better for me, and support my decision. So I will be going."
"Wonderful, I'll have Brian, my assistant, call the school and inform them to get your room ready. Now, onto other matters. Now that you have had time to process this a little bit, how are you feeling?"
"I feel no different honestly. I'm still Kurt Hummel, despite the fact that my official title is Prince Kurt Hummel. Joe tried to call me prince all the time and I just felt awkward and told him to call me Kurt. Other than that I feel fine."
"Well, in two months time, should you want it, would be an official 'coming out' ball as they call it." After the look on Kurt's face, she further elaborated. "Into society as a prince."
"Oh, I thought you meant out of the closet, which I have been for many years." He said with a chuckle.
His grandmother smiled. "I would understand how you would think that. But yes, into society of Norway. It would be held downstairs in one of the ballrooms, all of your friends would be invited provided that they wear appropriate attire, and after a few quick speeches you accept the title of prince and future king and get a crown and we dance and party."
"Wait, you mean I have to decide in the next two months if I want to take the crown?"
"I didn't mention that?"
"No! You said I had until summer!"
"Oh, my apologies then. You have until summer to take over the crown officially as king, but you need to let the country know that you will accept it at that time. Otherwise we have to train your cousins into becoming king."
Kurt sat there head in his hands. He had two months to decide. "Could you tell me more about what it would entail to become King?"
"Well, if you do accept it, being King is more of a figure head. Attend social events, parties, galas, theatre performances – everything is pretty much decided by Parliament, and just needs your stamp of approval so to speak. Of course though, within five years of taking the crown, you must get married."
"What?"
"Oh yes, and gay marriage is legal in Norway, and the country is quite open to it, so if there were two Kings to rule, they would be okay with it. You just need to find a suitable man to take the throne next to you. You could always pick a woman, and date whomever you like also."
"I would never do that to a woman! I don't know if I could take the crown knowing that I need to marry someone within five years. I haven't even been kissed yet!"
His grandmother looked on sadly. "Well, you are going to Dalton starting next week, and it's an all boy's school. I'm sure you are not the only one to have gone there because they were bullied for being gay. You never know. You might find someone there" she replied with a strange twinkle in her eye that went unnoticed by Kurt.
Kurt smiled into his tea cup, 'Maybe'.
Authors Note: Hope you liked it. Don't know about gay rights in Norway, but that's what I'm making it. ;) Review please. :)