"Fag!"

Kurt heard, followed by a sharp pain in his back as he got pushed into the lockers behind him. He felt the sharp pain following afterward as he slid down the lockers until he was sitting on the floor. His tormentor continued walking down the hall laughing. He rested his head against the lockers to try and calm his breathing. He thought he would be used to it now, not knowing who is around the corner to beat and abuse him while calling him names but it still scared him. Everyday it's the same, he'd go to school, get shoved around, sometimes slushied, while the rest of the student body walks by as if nothing happened. The staff didn't care, the students didn't care, he was all alone.

Thankful that the school day was over he gathered his things and headed for his car. Kurt walked straight to his car from the parking lot clutching on the strap of his bag like a life line and darting his eyes around, knowing that any moment someone could jump out behind the cars. Once he got close enough he found out that once again his car got vandalized. There were insults painted all over it. Some were names like homo, others were phrases like, you are worthless and no one will ever love you. Kurt quickly went into the back of his car and pulled out a rag and spray bottle. He made sure to erase everything before he went home to his dad. He tried not to read what they said as he frantically scrubbed away the insults that were meant directly for him.

On the drive home he couldn't help the tears that had fallen, they flowed down his cheeks as he thought about his life. Will it ever end? Is this how it is going to be for the rest of my life? He pulled into his driveway and tried to wipe away all the tears and put drops in his eyes to hide the puffiness. He did not want his dad to know he had been crying. He loved his dad very much, but he didn't tell him what really goes on at school. It will just hurt him and there is nothing he could do. You can change schools but you can't change people. Just one and a half more years and Kurt will be out of the hell hole people like to call public high school.

Taking in a deep breath and setting his face to calm and unfazed, he walked in the front door to find his dad watching sports.

"Hi son, how was school?" he asked as he did everyday when Kurt came home from school.

"Fine," Kurt lied.

Kurt walked to his bedroom to find his kitten, Tulip, greeting him happily and meowing. If only everyone liked him like Tulip liked him. He set his things down and picked up Tulip to pet her. She purred happily and nuzzled into his hand.

"Kurt, I'm hungry," he heard his dad yell from the living room. "What's for dinner?"

Kurt sighed and walked out to his father. If it wasn't for him, his dad would not eat at all.

"Lasagna," Kurt said stroking Tulip in his hands.

"Hmm," his dad hummed in approval.

Tulip jumped from his arms and he set for the kitchen cooking dinner for two.

He didn't mind making dinner, he actually liked cooking. It calmed him, and for a little while he was able to forget he even went to high school.

He also wouldn't mind being cooked for once in a while too, but that was out of the question since his dad did not know how to cook and his mother died when he was a young age.

They ate dinner in a comfortable silence, well since Kurt's dad likes to stuff his mouth and was unable to talk.

"Dad," Kurt said causing his dad to lift his head from his food.

"Hmf?" he answered.

"How was your high school experience?"

He shrugged, "alright I guess. I met your mother in high school. I liked playing sports. Why?"

"No reason," he said nonchalantly.

Kurt's dad went back to eating his lasagna.

Kurt came to the conclusion that he was really alone in this world.

They finished their dinner with Burt complimenting on how good it was and he cleaned up the kitchen. Kurt was thankful that his father wasn't completely lazy. He helped out with cleaning dishes and laundry since it was just the two of them.

Kurt took this time to get started on his homework. It wouldn't take long since the lessons were very easy for him. They teachers didn't want to fail any of their star football players.

The sun had set and he was writing in his notebook that was lit by the chandelier above him. Just as he was taking notes, bright lights filled the room. They were coming from outside and were shining through the kitchen window. They filled the whole room with light slightly blinding Kurt's eye sight. He figured someone with obnoxiously bright headlights was parking outside. He got up and walked to the living room. "Dad, someone's parked out front."

"Okay," his dad mumbled his eyes focused on the TV.

Kurt went to the front door and looked out the window.

"Dad, there's men in black suits walking to our door."

"Okay, son," his full concentration was on the game that was playing on the TV.

"They're walking… walking… there going to knock."

There was a knock on the door.

"They knocked," Kurt said.

The knock on the door got Burt's attention and he turned his head away from the TV.

"Whose at the door?"

"I told you, men in black suits."

"What?" Burt got up and walked to the door. He looked through the window, "you're right."

Kurt snorted, "yes, I know."

Burt pulled the door open, the bright light flooding the room. There stood three men wearing black suits with a black shirt and but the tie was light pink.

"Can I help you?" Burt asked.

They all smiled uncharacteristically. "We are looking for Kurt Hummel," the one in the middle said.

Burt turned around and looked at his son, "care to explain?"

"I have no idea why they are here, honest," Kurt said, surprised that they said his name.

Burt turned back to the men, "State your business."

"May we come in? And we will explain everything."

Burt automatically did not trust these men, especially when they wanted his son, so he walked outside and closed the door leaving Kurt alone in the house.

He heard his father say, "we can talk outside," through the door, followed by a, "can you turn off those damn lights?"

He saw the lights stop shining suddenly through the windows. He got as close to the door as he could but it was useless, he could hear nothing beyond that point. He decided to just sit on the couch and wait till they were done talking. Minutes seemed like hours as he sat patiently waiting. Millions of thoughts raced through his head but none seemed reasonable as to why there were three men wearing all black at his door asking for him. He also wanted to know why their lights were so bright.

His dad finally came in and Kurt jumped to his feet. The three men followed in after him. Why was his dad letting them inside?

"Kurt, sit, we need to talk."

Kurt was confused and sat down slowly in the arm chair watching the three men take seats on the couch, while his dad sat in the other arm chair.

He sat waiting for his dad to speak, who was fiddling with his hands nervously. Kurt started to get nervous watching his dad.

His dad took a deep breath and spoke, "have you ever heard of the country Tangella?"

"No," Kurt said wondering where this was going.

"Your mother was from there."

"Oh," he didn't know his mother was from a different country.

Burt sat back and looked as if he was remembering the first time he saw her. He had a serene smile on his face.

"When I met your mother, I was in high school, she wasn't. She was traveling from somewhere and I asked her out right when I saw here. She felt conflicted about her country but started spending more time with me. We ended up falling in love but she had to move back during the summer. It was hard living without her presence but we wrote each other everyday." Kurt wondered why his dad didn't tell him this, it probably brought back to many emotional memories. "One day she came back to America saying she couldn't spend anymore time that far away from me so she decided to move here. I asked her to marry me and then you know the rest of the story."

Kurt sat there soaking this all in, he still didn't understand why his dad was telling him this and why there were three men sitting on his couch. When Kurt didn't say anything Burt continued to talk.

"I knew she came from a wealthy family because she had all this money but there was something else she didn't tell me. These men just told me outside and I am shocked that she didn't tell me. You can take it from here," he nodded to the man sitting in the middle.

"Hello, Kurt," he said casually. "I am from the country Tangella." Kurt figured that.

"Our King and Queen are Kelp and Coral Boukie." Well, those are strange names.

"They had two children, Kipper and Amber." Kurt perked up at the last name, Amber.

That was his mother's name.

His mother was the daughter to the king of a country?

The man continued talking and Kurt closed his mouth, unaware of when he dropped his jaw.

"When Amber moved away we were all very sad, but her death hit us all very hard. I am sorry for your loss. But two weeks ago another tragic event happened that made our country's heart break. Our prince, Kipper, past away as well."

Kurt was trying to wrap around the information that he has grandparents and an uncle that died two weeks ago. Burt also had a stricken face on.

"Kurt, the country of Tangella has no Prince."

Wait. Is he going to say what I think he is going to say? This is all two much. Way to much and too fast.

"You are next in the line to become Prince."

Oh.

The room blurred around him. He could no longer hear the man talking, it just came out a muffled sound. His frantic heartbeat drowned out all the noise.

He was a prince.

He was going to be a prince.

Was he? Could he refuse?

Would he refuse?

A Prince of a country he never even heard about. People needed him, a country needed him. He never felt needed in his life before. It kind of felt nice.

"Kurt?" his dad asked. "Are you okay?"

Kurt blinked and slowly moved his head towards his father, "dad, I'm a Prince."

"I know. It's up to you if you want to move there."

Move there? Right, of course the Prince would live in his country,

The man dressed in black spoke up, "You would move in the castle and start your training right away."

Castle. Training.

Castle!

Kurt would be moving in a castle!

"We understand that this is a lot," the man said. "We'll give you a day to think about it and be back tomorrow same time for your decision."

"Can I go and visit the country before I make a decision and move?" Kurt asked.

He didn't want to drop everything in his life and go move there and have it turn out to be the worst place ever.

The three men huddled together talking and nodding.

They pulled back after they all came to an agreement.

"Yes, that would be fine," the middle one said.

They all rose, "we will be back tomorrow."

Kurt and Burt stood and shook hands with them at the door as they left.

Once they left, Burt sat back down on the arm chair bent over with his elbows on his thighs. He was rubbing his balding hair and exhaling a deep breath.

Kurt slumped down on the chair next to him.

"This is a lot of information to take in," Kurt said.

"Yeah, I know," he said with a tired voice. "It's up to you, we can move there if you really want to. It is going to be a lot of responsibilities you must understand. I would like to visit it first, too."

"Yeah I know, Prince of a country. This is crazy! I am just a junior in high school."

Kurt laid his head back on the chair and just thought. Thought about his life, his constant bullying, his no friend situation, his loneliness. Hasn't he been wanting a change all this time, an escape?

"What do you want dad?"

Burt was silent for a little bit.

"… I wouldn't mind living in a castle."

"I know what I want to do."