"And now, your 2011, McKinley High Prom Queen with an overwhelming number of write in votes is…" There was a pause. Figgins was dragging it out. Surely because after the heavy campaigning that had occurred over the past few weeks, he wanted to drag out the tension. He certainly was doing that at any rate. "…Kurt Hummel."

The room was silent. No one spoke. You could barely hear the rustling of gowns as they moved across the floor. It was not something that either Kurt, Blaine or anyone actually in the running for prom queen would have expected. Kurt just stood there for a moment, before slowly backing away. Suddenly one guy, some random guy that Kurt didn't even know let out a cat call, and a girl started clapping. That's all this was to them. Some joke, just some stupid joke that they could laugh at.

Kurt thought it was going to be better at McKinley now that Karofsky was more or less on his side. Now that Santana was blackmailing him, and that Karofsky actually seemed to regret what he had done. But it was never enough. Karofsky was never the only bully to harass Kurt. He was just the top offender.

As Kurt was running out of the gymnasium, vaguely hearing the calls of "Kurt….stop, Kurt!" from Blaine. He ran, and he ran until finally he just stopped in the middle of a random hallway where no one but him and Blaine were standing.

"I've never been so humiliated." Kurt sobbed out while Blaine had chased him down.

"Stop! Stop, Kurt please! Just stop, come on." Blaine said sadly, as he looked at his boyfriend who was crying.

"Don't you get how stupid we were?" Kurt asked, anger pouring out of him, even if it was directed at the wrong target. "We thought that because no one was teasing us, or beating us up…that no one cared."

Blaine could only stand there, watching his boyfriend fall apart in front of him. He wishes he could do something about it, but he knows that nothing he says or does it going to change things for Kurt. Not now, not this time. Not after what happened a few weeks ago.

They had been in London, at the Royal Wedding. Kurt and Blaine. Since Kurt was actually part of the Royal Family to some degree, they weren't stuck in the back section of the church, but instead were in closer towards the altar. There were cameras all around, filming the guests coming in. One of the cameras had zoomed in on him and Kurt when they reached Westminster Abbey, and unbeknownst to them at the time, the news in Lima, Ohio had started swarming immediately. All the mothers who had been watching on TV had recognized Kurt from their children's birthday parties growing up, or just around town. All the girls who watched with their mothers recognized him as the 'gay kid' from school. They had no clue how he had even been invited to the Wedding of the Decade. But once the announcer had made mention of him being Prince William's second cousin, the news had spread like wildfire.

By the time Kurt and Blaine had gotten off the plane that Sunday, there was a swarm of reporters waiting for them, eager to ask questions. Kurt kept his mouth shut, and Blaine herded Kurt towards the car that had been awaiting them. Kurt had gotten the heads up that this was going to happen when Burt called him in London and said "Kurt, sit down…because you're never going to believe this."

When Kurt got to school on Monday, there was a picture of him, with a photoshopped tiara on top of his head taped to his locker. All the jocks in the school kept mock-bowing to him as he walked passed. All the girls who weren't his friends, kept glaring at him, as if he had a choice in what family he was born into.

Luckily when he walked into the Choir Room, all his friends in Glee were supportive. They didn't make fun of him for being 'royal' or try and show him the respect he deserved. They did ask questions about his heritage and if he had ever met the Queen (Hello, he was named after her, and he was just at her grandson's wedding…of course he had met his Great-aunt before). But that was pretty much it. They got to work preparing for Nationals.

But the looks from everyone outside of Glee hadn't stopped. They hadn't changed, and every day there was a new picture taped to his locker. There was the one with a tiara, there was another dressed in a crown and scepter. Then there was the one where he was standing atop the balcony at Buckingham Palace kissing Prince William in the place of Kate Middleton. He tore that one down in disgust. That was absolutely the last thing he would ever do. Incest was so not his thing, and especially with the Duke of Cambridge.

He didn't think the entire student body would sink this low though. Electing him Prom Queen, just for laughs. "It's still the same…" Kurt fell to the floor and pulled his knees up to his chest with his arms around him in a protective pose.

"It's just a stupid joke." Blaine said, trying to comfort him, getting on the ground so he can hold his boyfriend close.

"No it's not. All that hate…they were just afraid to say it out loud. So they did it by secret ballot." He wiped his eyes. "One big anonymous practical joke." He dropped his head into his arms and refused to look up. Blaine shook his head and reached his arm around Kurt and pulled him as close as possible.

"Kurt, they're just a bunch of idiotic kids who don't know any better." Placing a kiss to his boyfriend's temple. "They're just jealous, Kurt."

Kurt lifted his head up. "Of course their jealous, Blaine! They want to be royalty too!" Kurt said with his patented 'I'm Kurt Hummel, and I'm here to mock you' glare. He shook his head. "They want to go to royal parties, and be rich and powerful. They don't get it. I'm not either of those things. I'm just a kid, living in Lima, Ohio who happens to have a mother whose the Queen's niece. That's all."

"Kurt, you know that. I know that. But do you think that understand that? All they know is that they saw you on TV, at the Royal Wedding. You weren't sitting back in the cheap seats with Elton John and Victoria Beckham, you were sitting with the Royal Family. Of course they're jealous of you. But they don't understand that you're just like them. You live in Lima, Ohio. You go to school in McKinley. You got bullied and harassed every day. All they see is your photo at the Royal Wedding, and think "Royalty." They're jealous, and they want to take you down a peg or two, to try and bring you back to their level. So don't let them. Show them who you really are. Show them who Kurt Elizabeth Hummel really is."

"Do you think I can do it?" Kurt looked at Blaine, insecurity written all over his face. Blaine smiled, and leaned in to place a kiss on his lips. It was chaste at first, and then Kurt slipped his tongue along Blaine's lip. Soon both their tongues were meeting and they were full on making out in the middle of McKinley. After a minute they broke away.

"I think you can do anything you set your mind to." Blaine said as he stood up. "You got me, didn't you?" He smiled as he held his hands out for Kurt. Kurt grabbed them and Blaine helped him to stand.

"I didn't sing Blackbird, in hopes of making you fall for me, Blaine." Kurt let out a soft chuckle.

"Hey, did I see a smile in there." Blaine teased, as Kurt smiled fully and pulled his boyfriend into a hug. "Everything's gonna be okay." Blaine whispered into Kurt's ear. The hug was firm, and full of emotion, expressing everything the two of them didn't want to put into words. "So what are you going to do?" he whispered once again.

Kurt pulled away and looked towards the gymnasium doors. He thought about running for a moment, before deciding that running was not an option. "I'm gonna go back in there, and get coroneted. I'm gonna show them, that it doesn't matter if they are yelling at me, or whispering behind my back. That they, can't touch me."

And he did just that. Blaine was so proud of his boyfriend right then. Kurt waltzed right into the gymnasium, walked right up to the stage and waited gracefully as Principal Figgins placed the crown atop his head, and placed the scepter in his hand. Under normal circumstances, Figgins wouldn't have let Kurt give a speech, but after what just went down, he knew that Kurt had a point to make.

"I know why you all did this. To some degree, I understand why you felt you needed to do it. Simply put, you're jealous. You're all jealous. Everyone of you who wrote down my name on the ballot is jealous of who I am. Maybe you haven't realized it, but I have. You all wish you could be me, because I'm special. Because I know people who are…famous. Because I am related to people who are…." he gulped before saying the next word, "…royal." He took a deep breath. "But hear me now. No matter what you do to me, you'll never be me. You'll never be able to take away what I have." He said as he let the words sink in. "You'll never have the friends I have, the boyfriend I have, or the family I have. You're all just jealous." He went to walk away, and then thought better about it. "Oh and by the way, next time I talk to Great Auntie Elizabeth, I'll be sure to tell her how you all forgot to take her into account when voting for me. I'm disappointed in all of you. You should have named Kurt Elizabeth Hummel as queen."