Authors Note: IDK which country has royalty, but I just picked one. Deal with it. Authors' privilege ;)

So, to my fans that have been following me for the past five years, times have changed and I am now a Klaine shipper. :) So sorry if this doesn't suit your interests, although there are some Harry Potter references later. I have also matured with my writing a bit, being a college senior and all.

I have written the entire story, originally intending it to be a one-shot, but it's 32,112 words, and has a lot of breaks where I can place chapters, so it's a total of 10 chapters. So I can update quickly, I just need reviews. So without further ado, here you go.

Princes do it better

Chapter 1.

Kurt walks into his house, head still sticky from the slushie Karofsky threw onto him right before heading out for the day. He decided he would just get home quickly and shower. After running his fingers through his hair to get out excess slushie, he changed his shirt and got into his Navigator and drove home. He saw his dad's car parked on the driveway so he walked in the front door, dropped his bag on the floor and put his keys on the table. He screamed, "Dad! I'm home!"

"In here son." Was his father's reply from the living room.

When he saw his grandmother from Norway sitting on the couch along with his father, he was quite surprised. His grandmother, whom he hasn't seen in ten years, is sitting on his couch, surveying him up and down. "Well, this simply will not do."

Burt took the time to turn around and get a good look at his son, who looked out of place in his black skinny jeans, a plain grey oversized t-shirt, and messed up hair that looked like he got slushie in. He looked alarmed, "Kurt are you alright?"

"Yeah dad, Karofsky got me with a slushie just as I was walking out the door, I figured I would just come home and shower real quick, if you don't mind." Burt nodded, but shifted his eyes towards Kurt's grandmother. "Oh my gosh, Grandmother! It's such a surprise to see you. I'm terribly sorry. Would you mind if I go and clean up first, I'm still sticky."

"Of course not dear. Please, go." his grandmother replied.

"Thanks" was Kurt's quick response as he ran down to his basement retreat and jumped into the shower. The hot water felt good as he was still cold from where the slushie had hit him. It was the end of September, and the leaves were starting to turn, and getting slushied outside really did him no justice.

After he was sufficiently clean, he stepped out, and did a brief moisturizing routine, so his skin would not get damaged from all the corn syrup and #5 red dye. He perfectly coifed his hair, and selected his outfit. He selected a different pair of black skinny jeans, a black button up shirt and a grey vest over it. He decided to forego shoes, as he hated to wear them around the house, but did put on a pair of black socks. He went back upstairs and joined his grandmother and father in the living room

"I am so sorry about that." Kurt said as he walked into the room and took a seat next to his father. Before he could sit, however, his grandmother stopped him. "Wait. Let me get a good look at you! Turn around." Kurt stood back up and did a slow turn. "Ah, much better. You may sit."

"So what brings you to the lovely Lima Ohio grandmother?" Kurt asked. I mean really. A lady like her didn't belong in this small town. She should be treated like royalty. Hell, she lived in Norway and dressed like it. She was in a powder blue skirt suit, pearls galore, and a large hat on her head. She belonged with the southern bells at the Kentucky Derby, not in Ohio.

"Well Kurt, I decided to make this visit, because I thought it was about time you knew everything about yourself." His grandmother replied. Kurt's face was one of pure confusion.

"What do you mean everything about myself?" Kurt looked to his father, "What does she mean Dad?"

His father sighed, "Kurt, how much of your mom do you remember?"

Kurt thought about this. He could never forget her bright and shining face, the smell of her perfume, or the taste of her homemade cookies. He could remember the look of the hospital room and how she looked in her bed for the last two years of her life, and could always hear her voice saying, 'Be strong Kurt, no matter what.' He remembered that it was then that Grandmother was always over to visit, but shortly after the funeral when he was 7, he never saw her, but always heard from her four times a year – his birthday, his father's birthday, Christmas, and Easter.

"I remember certain traits about her, and certain things she said. I also remember Grandmother was always around a lot more shortly before she died, and that I haven't seen her since mom's funeral. Why do you ask?" said Kurt.

His father sighed. "Please don't kill me for not telling you this sooner, but we thought it would be better if you didn't know until you were older." Burt started. Kurt's face was one of pure confusion. He inclined his head to his father as if to say 'well…'. "Kurt, I'm sure you know that while mechanics can make a good lump sum of money, there is no way that my salary can cover your car, my medical bills, and not to mention your clothing taste!" he chuckled. "The reason your grandmother is here, is because in eight months you turn eighteen. It was one of your mothers last requests that we not tell you until you were eighteen, but we figure it's close enough and given the circumstances, you have to know."

"Dad, you are stalling. Just tell me." Kurt said, anxiously wringing his hands.

"Kurt, your grandmother is the Queen of Norway."

Kurt's jaw dropped.

"Do please close your mouth, it is most unappealing" Kurt's grandmother stated. Kurt snapped his jaw shut.

His father continued, "If you know anything about royalty that would make your mother a princess. Being the only child of your grandmother and grandfather, she was next to take the throne. Your mother did not want you to grow up in a palace with all the fancy things, she wanted you to have a normal teenage life, and have normal friends. She wanted you to experience normal, and then if so desired when you turned eighteen, give you the opportunity to live like royalty. Your mother hated growing up like that, which is why she left and went to school with me. I fell in love with your mother, not the 'princess'." Burt's eyes were glistening with tears. "Beside the point, what we wanted to tell you is that you are a prince, and you are next in line to take the throne."

Kurt sat there, hands over his mouth, in complete and utter shock. He was a prince. Karofsky had been throwing slushies at him, calling him lady and shoving him into lockers, and he was royalty.

"Part of the reason Kurt that your father and I decided to tell you early, is that I am not getting any younger, and I want you to take over starting this upcoming summer after you turn eighteen so that while I am still alive I can teach you the ropes. That is, if you chose to take it. If you don't then it gets passed to another family – but the decision is yours."

Kurt was worried at this, but also smiled that she was giving him eight months to decide, and he was allowed to decide. He smiled at this.

"Your father has also told me that you are getting bullied at school, is that correct?" his grandmother asked.

Kurt nodded. "I'm not sure if you can tell, but I'm gay." He said with a chuckle.

His grandmother also chuckled, "Yes, I've known since you were five. To me, it does not matter. For an old lady, I am quite hip."

Kurt smiled. "So, what does me being bullied have to do with being a prince?"

"Well Kurt, now that you know, I'm sure you want to shove it in Karofsky's face and tell him to back the hell off, but we believe that it would only make things worse." Burt said. Kurt nodded sadly. "I also couldn't lie to you. You work the books with me at the shop, and you know that there is no way in hell that I could afford it, but we would like to send you to Dalton Academy in Westerville. It's an all boy's school with a zero-tolerance bullying policy. It also has a great security system so if word leaks to the press, you will be safe. The tuition however, is not cheap, but after just hearing that you are royalty, it barely poses a problem. Your grandmother has been talking with them, and they are willing to start you on Monday. You would move in Thursday, explore the school Thursday and Friday, spend the weekend to get acclimated, and start officially on Monday."

Kurt had so many words to say, but couldn't form them. Burt and his grandmother knew this, and kept quiet. After a minute of silence, Burt prompted, "Kurt..."

"It's like a dream come true. I finally get to be away from Karofsky and the bullying. But I don't want to leave my friends. They are like everything to me. They are already going to treat me differently because I'm royalty, but now I'm leaving them? They are going to hate me!" Kurt replied.

"Kurt, its Monday. You can go to school tomorrow, explain everything to your friends, and if they really are your friends, they will understand. Dalton is an hour away, and you are always welcome home on weekends to visit. They could also go and visit you there as well. It's not like they will never see you again!"

Kurt nodded. "Would you mind if I go and think on this for a little while?"

"Of course sweetheart. I'm going to be in town all week. Tomorrow after school I want you to stop by my hotel room, there are a few things I wish to discuss further with you." His grandmother replied.

"I have glee club until four. Would it be okay if I waited until after that to come see you?"

"I'll have a car come get you at four then. Oh, and I might as well pick you up and take you to school as well, so your car doesn't stay in the parking lot."

Kurt nodded. "Okay."

He turned and walked back downstairs, hearing his father and grandmother continue on with a conversation. He went downstairs and flopped on his bed face first. Kurt saw that his phone was blinking and saw a text from Mercedes,

I saw that you got slushied right as you left. You okay? I know how you hate to get the seats in your baby dirty. Hope all is good. Love you boo.

Kurt smiled, and then it quickly faded. How in the world was he going to tell his best friend that he was leaving? With the thought in his head, he fell asleep.

Authors Note: So what do you think? Like it? I really enjoyed writing this story and I can't wait for you to read the rest of it, so review. I started this story two weeks ago, and it took me that long to write. I think I sat down for a full four days to write the entire story.

Remember, the chapters are done, so the more you review, the more you get.

I like constructive criticism, not flames please. I understand I suck with apostrophes but, oh well.

Review please.
Lots of love

Sweetie813

Edit: I'll put this in the next chapter as well, but people have been mentioning how Ireland wasn't a royal country etc. So I fixed it. I had an idea for later on, but it ended up not happening. So I just changed it. :)