Klaine Princess Diaries interlude 4
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tigriswolf Joseph had been waiting for this from that first meeting, when he saw their joined hands and defiant expressions. Kurt Hummel was impressive on paper, and even more impressive in person. But he was only seventeen, and while he’d been so strong for the prince, Joseph had seen this breakdown coming.
It was always painful when illusions shattered. It had been obvious to Joseph that the boy built up his fantasy of a knight in shining armor turned prince, their happily ever after. But the reality: armed bodyguards and invasive reporters and violent threats.
Kurt had already experienced some of that, Joseph knew. While Joseph didn’t have the full story, he – and Her Majesty – knew more than anyone else except Kurt. Kurt had held some back even from Blaine, more than likely, and had told his father only the barest bones of what he couldn’t hide. He was clearly a very private person.
And now, the world turned his way with an inquisitive eye because he was dating the never-before-known Crown Prince of Genovia.
Joseph followed the boy upstairs to Blaine’s room and knocked on the door. “Mr. Hummel?” he called softly. “I’d like a word with you, please.”
No movement from inside the room, but he heard a sigh and then, “If you must.”
Joseph opened the door. Kurt sat up and wrapped Blaine’s comforter around himself, not meeting Joseph’s eyes. “Come to yell at me for running away?” he asked, trying for belligerent, but missing it for nervous.
“Do I seem like someone who would yell?” Joseph asked.
Kurt still didn’t look at him, but he shook his head.
“Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said, “I know you love Blaine. He utterly adores you.”
Kurt tightened his grip on the blanket.
“Life is about to get very confusing and hectic for both of you. Blaine will be hounded on all sides by people who claim to be friends and only want him because of what he is.” Joseph paused; when Kurt remained silent, he continued, “Enemies will be numerous. Some will want his title; some will simply hate him for what he represents – because he loves you, Kurt, and will not lie.”
Kurt winced, flicked a glance at Joseph, and looked back down. His fingers fidgeted on the blanket.
“You must make a choice, Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said. “From the beginning, I have watched you with our prince. You have been strong, the only one he leaned on. And now that everyone knows, now when the enemies begin to swarm – will you stay with him?”
Kurt’s fingers froze and he slowly raised his head. “The day after we met,” he said softly, “I called Blaine in a panic. He dropped everything and talked about – god, I don’t even remember. Katy Perry, probably.” He laughed a bit brokenly. “He talked until I stopped crying, and the very next day, he drove to my school and helped me confront a bully.” Kurt laughed again, shaking his head. “It didn’t really help the situation at all, of course. But it really helped me.” He met Joseph’s eyes. “I wasn’t alone. Someone knew, and didn’t blame me.”
Joseph waited, sure now what Kurt would choose. He’d never really doubted. Nor had Her Majesty. The parents in both of them had wanted to string Figgins up by his heels, but instead a few discreet calls had been made.
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.”
“Lead the way, then, Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said.
Kurt nodded decisively and strode from the room. Joseph followed him, smiling.
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It was always painful when illusions shattered. It had been obvious to Joseph that the boy built up his fantasy of a knight in shining armor turned prince, their happily ever after. But the reality: armed bodyguards and invasive reporters and violent threats.
Kurt had already experienced some of that, Joseph knew. While Joseph didn’t have the full story, he – and Her Majesty – knew more than anyone else except Kurt. Kurt had held some back even from Blaine, more than likely, and had told his father only the barest bones of what he couldn’t hide. He was clearly a very private person.
And now, the world turned his way with an inquisitive eye because he was dating the never-before-known Crown Prince of Genovia.
Joseph followed the boy upstairs to Blaine’s room and knocked on the door. “Mr. Hummel?” he called softly. “I’d like a word with you, please.”
No movement from inside the room, but he heard a sigh and then, “If you must.”
Joseph opened the door. Kurt sat up and wrapped Blaine’s comforter around himself, not meeting Joseph’s eyes. “Come to yell at me for running away?” he asked, trying for belligerent, but missing it for nervous.
“Do I seem like someone who would yell?” Joseph asked.
Kurt still didn’t look at him, but he shook his head.
“Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said, “I know you love Blaine. He utterly adores you.”
Kurt tightened his grip on the blanket.
“Life is about to get very confusing and hectic for both of you. Blaine will be hounded on all sides by people who claim to be friends and only want him because of what he is.” Joseph paused; when Kurt remained silent, he continued, “Enemies will be numerous. Some will want his title; some will simply hate him for what he represents – because he loves you, Kurt, and will not lie.”
Kurt winced, flicked a glance at Joseph, and looked back down. His fingers fidgeted on the blanket.
“You must make a choice, Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said. “From the beginning, I have watched you with our prince. You have been strong, the only one he leaned on. And now that everyone knows, now when the enemies begin to swarm – will you stay with him?”
Kurt’s fingers froze and he slowly raised his head. “The day after we met,” he said softly, “I called Blaine in a panic. He dropped everything and talked about – god, I don’t even remember. Katy Perry, probably.” He laughed a bit brokenly. “He talked until I stopped crying, and the very next day, he drove to my school and helped me confront a bully.” Kurt laughed again, shaking his head. “It didn’t really help the situation at all, of course. But it really helped me.” He met Joseph’s eyes. “I wasn’t alone. Someone knew, and didn’t blame me.”
Joseph waited, sure now what Kurt would choose. He’d never really doubted. Nor had Her Majesty. The parents in both of them had wanted to string Figgins up by his heels, but instead a few discreet calls had been made.
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.”
“Lead the way, then, Mr. Hummel,” Joseph said.
Kurt nodded decisively and strode from the room. Joseph followed him, smiling.