Klaine Princess Diaries epilogue
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tigriswolf Kurt’s favorite part of Genovia was being able to walk around with his boyfriend, holding hands, sharing quick little couple kisses, cuddling in public. Maybe it had to do with the two bodyguards and the fact that everyone knew Blaine was the Crown Prince, but still – he felt safe in Genovia.
Blaine had even almost mastered French, though his accent was still atrocious. Total immersion really seemed to work.
Kurt called Dad every morning (night in Lima) and shadowed Charlotte until lunch, which he shared with Blaine and Clarisse whenever she was available. In the afternoon, he sat in on Parliament or meetings; Blaine and Clarisse had the important seats, of course, but Kurt took his own notes and gave his opinion whenever asked.
Kurt wasn’t sure he’d ever have actual power over Genovia, per se, but Blaine and Clarisse appreciated his thoughts.
In the evenings, he sketched and wrote and sang with Blaine. Over the summer months, they actually performed for the staff a few times, to standing ovations.
At night, he and Blaine shared a bed and no one even blinked. Everybody knew he’d be Blaine’s husband one day, and that he was taking everything seriously, and he just really loved Genovia.
He loved Blaine, too. And Blaine was in his element, completely blossoming under the responsibilities he’d been given, and the trust placed in him, and a part of Kurt – a small part, mind, but still there - didn’t want to go to New York. Wanted to stay in Genovia, in this little safe haven.
But time was up. He and Blaine were flying to the Fort Wayne International Airport, where their dads were waiting, and they’d spend a couple days in Lima before driving to New York, where Clarisse had bought them a townhouse for however long they’d be in New York. Eliot and Joseph, as well as three other bodyguards, would be sharing the space, and Blaine was enrolled in NYU while Kurt would be starting Julliard.
His dream, for as long as he could remember. Blaine was asleep on his shoulder, Eliot and Joseph were deep in discussion about firearms, and Kurt felt so exhilarated.
“Take a breath,” he whispered, resting his cheek on Blaine’s head. “Count to ten.” He counted in French, German, and Spanish, and noticed as he murmured, “Treinta,” that Blaine’s eyes were open.
“Hey, babe,” Blaine muttered, grinning sleepily. “We there yet?”
“Almost,” Kurt told him. “You can go back to sleep. I know you didn’t get much last night.”
Blaine’s grin shifted into a smirk. “Like you did.”
Kurt blushed, glancing back at Joseph and Eliot, but they were still neck-deep about bullets. Blaine was laughing when he looked back, and said, “I really like it when you blush.”
“Believe me, I know,” Kurt told him, sitting up. It knocked Blaine off balance and he fell into Kurt, laughing again. “You’re such a dork,” Kurt muttered.
“Hey, I’m the Prince of Dorks,” Blaine said, faking a haughty tone. “Don’t you forget that you’re the prince’s boyfriend.”
Kurt nudged his shoulder, humming ‘Teenage Dream.’ Blaine murmured it, in English until Kurt nudged him again, and then he shifted to French. He stumbled a few times, of course, but it was still so hot.
I love you so much, you gorgeous, adorable boy, Kurt thought. And one day I’m going to marry you.
Lima, New York, then back to Pyrus. Back to Genovia, and the rest of their lives.
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Blaine had even almost mastered French, though his accent was still atrocious. Total immersion really seemed to work.
Kurt called Dad every morning (night in Lima) and shadowed Charlotte until lunch, which he shared with Blaine and Clarisse whenever she was available. In the afternoon, he sat in on Parliament or meetings; Blaine and Clarisse had the important seats, of course, but Kurt took his own notes and gave his opinion whenever asked.
Kurt wasn’t sure he’d ever have actual power over Genovia, per se, but Blaine and Clarisse appreciated his thoughts.
In the evenings, he sketched and wrote and sang with Blaine. Over the summer months, they actually performed for the staff a few times, to standing ovations.
At night, he and Blaine shared a bed and no one even blinked. Everybody knew he’d be Blaine’s husband one day, and that he was taking everything seriously, and he just really loved Genovia.
He loved Blaine, too. And Blaine was in his element, completely blossoming under the responsibilities he’d been given, and the trust placed in him, and a part of Kurt – a small part, mind, but still there - didn’t want to go to New York. Wanted to stay in Genovia, in this little safe haven.
But time was up. He and Blaine were flying to the Fort Wayne International Airport, where their dads were waiting, and they’d spend a couple days in Lima before driving to New York, where Clarisse had bought them a townhouse for however long they’d be in New York. Eliot and Joseph, as well as three other bodyguards, would be sharing the space, and Blaine was enrolled in NYU while Kurt would be starting Julliard.
His dream, for as long as he could remember. Blaine was asleep on his shoulder, Eliot and Joseph were deep in discussion about firearms, and Kurt felt so exhilarated.
“Take a breath,” he whispered, resting his cheek on Blaine’s head. “Count to ten.” He counted in French, German, and Spanish, and noticed as he murmured, “Treinta,” that Blaine’s eyes were open.
“Hey, babe,” Blaine muttered, grinning sleepily. “We there yet?”
“Almost,” Kurt told him. “You can go back to sleep. I know you didn’t get much last night.”
Blaine’s grin shifted into a smirk. “Like you did.”
Kurt blushed, glancing back at Joseph and Eliot, but they were still neck-deep about bullets. Blaine was laughing when he looked back, and said, “I really like it when you blush.”
“Believe me, I know,” Kurt told him, sitting up. It knocked Blaine off balance and he fell into Kurt, laughing again. “You’re such a dork,” Kurt muttered.
“Hey, I’m the Prince of Dorks,” Blaine said, faking a haughty tone. “Don’t you forget that you’re the prince’s boyfriend.”
Kurt nudged his shoulder, humming ‘Teenage Dream.’ Blaine murmured it, in English until Kurt nudged him again, and then he shifted to French. He stumbled a few times, of course, but it was still so hot.
I love you so much, you gorgeous, adorable boy, Kurt thought. And one day I’m going to marry you.
Lima, New York, then back to Pyrus. Back to Genovia, and the rest of their lives.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-14 11:29 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2012-03-15 02:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-15 10:19 pm (UTC)Yeah, a bit. *giggles*
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Date: 2012-03-15 07:06 pm (UTC)Will you ever write more in this 'verse? It would be brilliant to find out more about Sue's history with Eliot, and the resolution between Kurt and Blaine and the Glee Club (if there ever was one!).
All in all, I LOVE THIS. So excuse me: off to read all over again! <3
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Date: 2012-03-15 10:19 pm (UTC)I may come back to this. I'll keep those ideas in mind.
Thank you so very much!
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Date: 2012-03-15 08:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-15 10:22 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2012-03-16 01:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-16 03:07 am (UTC)The second movie is one of the ones I watch when I need a pick-me-up.
Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2012-03-17 04:02 am (UTC)The banners with the links to each part were lovely. The interludes were a bit frustrating but it in a good way because Glee is full of teenagers. I know if I was in Mercedes' shoes, I'd feel the same even though there's obviously more to the story than she knows.
Kurt tightened his arms, humming a short lullaby. “Just rest, sweetie,” he said. “I’m sure you didn’t sleep much last night. I’ll be right here.” He hummed some more and Blaine closed his eyes, listening, safe and warm and loved.
Kurt's take charge manner and how matter of factly he deals with life's situations really shines through here with Blaine. It's great to see how much he cares about Blaine in his actions. Blaine has a key to the Hudmel house! *flappy hands*
He didn’t cry. Had to bite his lip and bury his face in the pillow, but he didn’t cry.
*gives Blaine to Kurt for snuggles* Poor, conflicted boy. I hope you get the catharsis you need.
And Kurt has a key to the Anderson home *sappy grin* Seriously, I get so fuzzy inside at these little domestic details. I'm so glad that Burt gets to know about Blaine's new status. I bet he was seriously wondering what was going on plus I like getting to see Kurt-Burt interaction.
He’d worry about Kurt and Blaine later. It was probably just the usual teen drama, anyway.
This is why Schue fails as a human being, an educator, a person who is in charge of teenagers. The student who left the school because of death threats tells you nothing's changed...and this is your response. (My apologizes if you do like Schue. I have many issues with his character.)
Kurt laughed. “That’s probably the only time anyone has ever said anything about Coach is convenient.”
Kurt threw off the comforter and climbed off the bed. “No one,” he said, “is going to hurt or use Blaine.” He stood tall, head held high. “And I’ll be by his side every step of the way, to make sure.”
I loved Joseph in the books & movies but I may adore him even more now.
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.
Excellent Sue voice. I am intrigued by her past relationship with Spencer.
Thanks for the great story! I truly enjoyed every moment and it made me so very happy.
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Date: 2012-03-18 04:42 am (UTC)Thank you so very much!
(I don't like Schue. At all. I worked hard to make sure I didn't totally bash him, though.)
I worried about the boys having keys to each other's houses, but it really fit the story, and I figured with everything else I was *handwaving* away, that bit didn't matter so much.
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Date: 2012-03-18 01:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-18 04:42 am (UTC)I'm so very glad I could help! Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2012-03-20 04:46 am (UTC):D
Loved it!!
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Date: 2012-03-20 11:24 pm (UTC)Aww, thank you so much!
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Date: 2012-03-24 06:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-24 08:53 pm (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2012-03-25 04:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-03-28 02:03 am (UTC)Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2012-07-22 04:43 pm (UTC)This. This line, this epilogue, this entire friggin' story. Gave me ALL THE FEELS. ALL OF THEM. asjdfka;sfelaf so cute ; u ; HUMMING "TEENAGE DREAM" TOGETHER AHHHHH. That is irrevocably a Klaine song for me now, so whenever I so much as hear the opening notes I think of them, but now that context will be firmly replaced by that lovely image up there.
Lima, New York, then back to Pyrus. Back to Genovia, and the rest of their lives.
♥ WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING.
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:26 am (UTC)Oh, thank you so very much!
This story swallowed my time at the beginning of the year, and I put so much work into it, and had a blast writing it (whenever it wasn't stalled, or that week I just really didn't want to look it), and I love it.
Thank you for all your comments; they really made me smile.
Adorkable!
Date: 2012-09-23 11:00 pm (UTC)Re: Adorkable!
Date: 2012-09-24 03:35 pm (UTC)I have a few ideas for more in this 'verse.
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-09-24 12:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-09-24 03:35 pm (UTC)Thank you so very much!