Klaine Princess Diaries interlude 2
Something had been weird all week. Kurt was acting squirrely, almost like back when things with that Karofsky kid were heating up, but not quite. And Schuester called at the shop, to make sure Kurt was feeling okay, since he missed a day of school and glee practice. (Burt was almost certain that the practice hacked Schuester off, not school.)
Then, just as Burt was about to sit down with Kurt and talk about whatever was going on, Blaine called and Kurt was off like a shot. Burt was fine with that - something was clearly wrong, if Kurt saying, “Oh, hell” was anything to go by - but he would get to the bottom of things.
Soon as Kurt got home.
.
It was after ten by the time Kurt slunk through the door. He walked over to Burt and sank next to him on the couch. “Hi, Dad,” he said, letting the back of his head rest on the back of the couch.
“Kurt,” Burt said. “You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on yet?”
Kurt sighed. “It’s all such a mess,” he murmured. “I can’t even…” He sighed again, heavier this time, rolling his head to look at Burt. “Dad, I don’t have any grandparents lying in wait to tell me about a heritage I should’ve known about from the beginning, right?”
Burt stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Uh, no, Kurt.”
“Good,” Kurt said, nodding decisively. “That’s how it should always be.”
Almost a full minute passed in silence before Burt asked, “So, what’s goin’ on with Blaine?”
“A grandmother he never knew about showed up and told him she was a queen, he was a prince, and that eventually he’d be an actual king.”
Kurt said the whole thing deadpan and dead serious, so Burt excused himself for blinking stupidly at the kid. “Run that by me again,” he said.
Instead of speaking, Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the stairs. “Is Finn…?”
“Listening to Rachel rant about something,” Burt said.
“Okay.” Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath, and then he said, “Mr. Anderson is not Blaine’s biological father, but Blaine didn’t know that. And his bio-grandma showed up earlier this week.” He paused, tilting his head, keeping his gaze steady on Burt. “Blaine’s been freaking out silently since his grandmother told him he was Crown Prince of Genovia and that she’ll be announcing to the people he’s the heir, and tonight he finally broke, so.” Kurt shrugged. “He needed me and I went.”
“Okay,” Burt said, “let me see if I’ve got this right.” Kurt nodded; Burt continued, “Blaine’s grandmother - who he never knew about, much less knew - showed up and told him he’s a… prince?” Kurt nodded again. Burt blinked, then took off his hat and rubbed at his head. “Damn, kid. How’s he doin’?”
Kurt shrugged again, letting himself fall over onto Burt’s shoulder. “He’ll be better tomorrow, I think. It all sort of exploded this afternoon. But, God, Dad. I can’t… he’s a prince. How awesome is that?”
“Pretty awesome,” Burt muttered, “but I’m guessin’ Blaine doesn’t really see it that way?”
“No,” Kurt said. “He’s angry, and confused, and hurt. So hurt. He thinks his dad’s been lying his whole life, and now he’s got a new grandma talking about thrones and his people and having to learn French in a month. And he hates French.”
“So what’s he gonna do?” Burt asked.
“He’s going to become a king,” Kurt said. He paused and smiled up at Burt. “And I’ll be right there with him.”
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Then, just as Burt was about to sit down with Kurt and talk about whatever was going on, Blaine called and Kurt was off like a shot. Burt was fine with that - something was clearly wrong, if Kurt saying, “Oh, hell” was anything to go by - but he would get to the bottom of things.
Soon as Kurt got home.
.
It was after ten by the time Kurt slunk through the door. He walked over to Burt and sank next to him on the couch. “Hi, Dad,” he said, letting the back of his head rest on the back of the couch.
“Kurt,” Burt said. “You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on yet?”
Kurt sighed. “It’s all such a mess,” he murmured. “I can’t even…” He sighed again, heavier this time, rolling his head to look at Burt. “Dad, I don’t have any grandparents lying in wait to tell me about a heritage I should’ve known about from the beginning, right?”
Burt stared at him for a moment before shaking his head. “Uh, no, Kurt.”
“Good,” Kurt said, nodding decisively. “That’s how it should always be.”
Almost a full minute passed in silence before Burt asked, “So, what’s goin’ on with Blaine?”
“A grandmother he never knew about showed up and told him she was a queen, he was a prince, and that eventually he’d be an actual king.”
Kurt said the whole thing deadpan and dead serious, so Burt excused himself for blinking stupidly at the kid. “Run that by me again,” he said.
Instead of speaking, Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the stairs. “Is Finn…?”
“Listening to Rachel rant about something,” Burt said.
“Okay.” Kurt nodded, taking a deep breath, and then he said, “Mr. Anderson is not Blaine’s biological father, but Blaine didn’t know that. And his bio-grandma showed up earlier this week.” He paused, tilting his head, keeping his gaze steady on Burt. “Blaine’s been freaking out silently since his grandmother told him he was Crown Prince of Genovia and that she’ll be announcing to the people he’s the heir, and tonight he finally broke, so.” Kurt shrugged. “He needed me and I went.”
“Okay,” Burt said, “let me see if I’ve got this right.” Kurt nodded; Burt continued, “Blaine’s grandmother - who he never knew about, much less knew - showed up and told him he’s a… prince?” Kurt nodded again. Burt blinked, then took off his hat and rubbed at his head. “Damn, kid. How’s he doin’?”
Kurt shrugged again, letting himself fall over onto Burt’s shoulder. “He’ll be better tomorrow, I think. It all sort of exploded this afternoon. But, God, Dad. I can’t… he’s a prince. How awesome is that?”
“Pretty awesome,” Burt muttered, “but I’m guessin’ Blaine doesn’t really see it that way?”
“No,” Kurt said. “He’s angry, and confused, and hurt. So hurt. He thinks his dad’s been lying his whole life, and now he’s got a new grandma talking about thrones and his people and having to learn French in a month. And he hates French.”
“So what’s he gonna do?” Burt asked.
“He’s going to become a king,” Kurt said. He paused and smiled up at Burt. “And I’ll be right there with him.”
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