Klaine Princess Diaries interlude 5
On Tuesday, the day after his bouncy little boy-toy was outed as a prince - of all the ridiculous things - Porcelain stopped by Sue’s office, bodyguard in tow. “Coach,” he said, “can we talk?”
Sue looked at him. After Becky, he was her favorite. He sang them to victory in his first year as her minion. He hadn’t rejoined after transferring back, but he honored her sister, and there’d always be a soft place in her stone heart for him just because of that.
She turned her laser gaze to his tag-along: on the short side, buzz-cut, eyes as blue as Porcelain’s, smirking. Handsome in a dangerous way.
“Have a seat, Porcelain,” she said. “Who’s your friend?” She had her suspicions (she knew those eyes), but surely even she had to be wrong in this instance.
“Eliot Spencer,” Porcelain said, and at her sharp look, the bodyguard’s smirk got even toothier.
“Ma’am,” Spencer said, giving her a respectful nod despite the smirk.
“Coach,” Porcelain broke in, cutting off her interrogation of Spencer. He’d gone missing five years ago after Moreau died in a sudden hostile takeover.
“Why are you helping Queen Clarisse?” Porcelain asked. “You don’t like Blaine, and I can’t imagine you care at all about a nation thousands of miles away.”
Spencer leaned down to tell Porcelain, “I’ll be just outside.”
“Thanks,” Porcelain said, but he kept those ice-blue eyes on Sue.
Sue didn’t watch Spencer go. She looked down at her desk, searching her formidable mind for which lie to tell. There were so many options, and the truth was embarrassing: out of all the reasons she had to ally herself with Clarisse Renaldo and her itty-bitty speck of land - although, commanding the loyalty of Eliot Spencer was impressive - the reason Sue decided to play along had nothing to do with political machinations or bids for power.
The reasons she had thrown her considerable force behind Renaldo and Genovia was sitting in her office and staring at her, having grown up somewhere along the line. He’d been so small when she first noticed him. And now he was dating a prince and being protected by goddamned Eliot Spencer.
Oh, Jeannie would’ve loved to hear him sing. She should have arranged that when she had the chance.
“Coach,” Porcelain said again. His face was a blank mask. His bearing promised he’d wait all day, unless he got the explanation he wanted.
“I owe someone something,” she finally said, meeting his eyes. “Nothing that concerns you, Porcelain.”
He almost smiled. “Thank you, Coach,” he said quietly, rising smoothly to his feet.
She couldn’t imagine him dropping a baton now. The boy who won her Nationals had grown into an elegant man, and soon enough, the whole world would see it.
“You’re welcome, Kurt,” she replied, equally soft, and then raised her voice to order Spencer, “Keep him safe.”
Spencer poked his head back in to smile and say, “Yes’m,” and then he escorted Porcelain away.
Sue pulled out her journal, turned to a new page, and wrote, Today I learned that not only is Eliot Spencer alive, he’s at McKinley and protecting our own favorite Porcelain gay, Kurt Hummel.
She paused, drumming her fingertips on her desk, then added, If he’d been here last year, he’d have cleaned up this place for us. Another pause as she reflected on herself. She could admit it, deep down in her heart where Jean lived, that even one Sue Sylvester had a few faults, and she may have fallen prey to them last year.
But no matter. Sue Sylvester did owe someone, and she paid her debts. So she wrote, Journal, mark this day: I, Sue Sylvester, have joined forces with Clarisse Renaldo of Genovia. My own former minion Kurt Hummel will one day be the boy-toy of the king - and I’ll see to it he’s the happiest boy-toy in the world.
She looked up as Becky bounced in; Becky had intel, so Sue closed her journal and put it back in her desk.
There was plotting to do.
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Sue looked at him. After Becky, he was her favorite. He sang them to victory in his first year as her minion. He hadn’t rejoined after transferring back, but he honored her sister, and there’d always be a soft place in her stone heart for him just because of that.
She turned her laser gaze to his tag-along: on the short side, buzz-cut, eyes as blue as Porcelain’s, smirking. Handsome in a dangerous way.
“Have a seat, Porcelain,” she said. “Who’s your friend?” She had her suspicions (she knew those eyes), but surely even she had to be wrong in this instance.
“Eliot Spencer,” Porcelain said, and at her sharp look, the bodyguard’s smirk got even toothier.
“Ma’am,” Spencer said, giving her a respectful nod despite the smirk.
“Coach,” Porcelain broke in, cutting off her interrogation of Spencer. He’d gone missing five years ago after Moreau died in a sudden hostile takeover.
“Why are you helping Queen Clarisse?” Porcelain asked. “You don’t like Blaine, and I can’t imagine you care at all about a nation thousands of miles away.”
Spencer leaned down to tell Porcelain, “I’ll be just outside.”
“Thanks,” Porcelain said, but he kept those ice-blue eyes on Sue.
Sue didn’t watch Spencer go. She looked down at her desk, searching her formidable mind for which lie to tell. There were so many options, and the truth was embarrassing: out of all the reasons she had to ally herself with Clarisse Renaldo and her itty-bitty speck of land - although, commanding the loyalty of Eliot Spencer was impressive - the reason Sue decided to play along had nothing to do with political machinations or bids for power.
The reasons she had thrown her considerable force behind Renaldo and Genovia was sitting in her office and staring at her, having grown up somewhere along the line. He’d been so small when she first noticed him. And now he was dating a prince and being protected by goddamned Eliot Spencer.
Oh, Jeannie would’ve loved to hear him sing. She should have arranged that when she had the chance.
“Coach,” Porcelain said again. His face was a blank mask. His bearing promised he’d wait all day, unless he got the explanation he wanted.
“I owe someone something,” she finally said, meeting his eyes. “Nothing that concerns you, Porcelain.”
He almost smiled. “Thank you, Coach,” he said quietly, rising smoothly to his feet.
She couldn’t imagine him dropping a baton now. The boy who won her Nationals had grown into an elegant man, and soon enough, the whole world would see it.
“You’re welcome, Kurt,” she replied, equally soft, and then raised her voice to order Spencer, “Keep him safe.”
Spencer poked his head back in to smile and say, “Yes’m,” and then he escorted Porcelain away.
Sue pulled out her journal, turned to a new page, and wrote, Today I learned that not only is Eliot Spencer alive, he’s at McKinley and protecting our own favorite Porcelain gay, Kurt Hummel.
She paused, drumming her fingertips on her desk, then added, If he’d been here last year, he’d have cleaned up this place for us. Another pause as she reflected on herself. She could admit it, deep down in her heart where Jean lived, that even one Sue Sylvester had a few faults, and she may have fallen prey to them last year.
But no matter. Sue Sylvester did owe someone, and she paid her debts. So she wrote, Journal, mark this day: I, Sue Sylvester, have joined forces with Clarisse Renaldo of Genovia. My own former minion Kurt Hummel will one day be the boy-toy of the king - and I’ll see to it he’s the happiest boy-toy in the world.
She looked up as Becky bounced in; Becky had intel, so Sue closed her journal and put it back in her desk.
There was plotting to do.
masterpost