Chapter 1

Kurt Hummel looked up at the intimidating house. He swallowed, visibly. He was supposed to be here for a job. He had been hired as a nanny for Captain Andersons' seven children. Captain Anderson was a widower. He and his wife had been arranged in marriage. From what Kurt had heard they weren't in love. Actually from the sound of things Captain Anderson sounded gay. Not something especially good in the world they lived in. Though it wasn't as bad in some places. Kurt took a deep breath, and marched up to the front door and knocked. A older man opened the door.

"Can I help you?", he asked.

"Um.. Yes. I'm looking for Captain Anderson. I'm the new nanny, Kurt."

The man nodded, "I'm Frans the butler." He started back into the house, and Kurt picked up his carpet bag and followed him in. They stopped in the main foyer.

"The Captain will be here in a minute.", Kurt nodded, and took the moment to look around. The house was very stark. All the walls, stairways, and tile were white. Though there was a bit of black in the floor tiles.

"Governor Kurt?", asked a voice behind him, causing Kurt to turn. His breath caught in his throat. The man who had addressed Kurt was simply breathtaking. He had brown hair gelled back to his head and beautiful, hazel-gold eyes. Kurt mentally shook himself, he couldn't fall for his employer.

"Captain Anderson?", he asked sticking out his hand for the Captain to shake. He shook it once firmly, and then let go.

"Governor Kurt you have been called here to tend to my seven children. They are to be looked after strictly, and their schedule is not to be broken." He took a whistle and blew it. Upstairs the sound of running feet could be heard. Seven whistles later, there were seven children lined up in front of Kurt and the Captain. He took another whistle out of his pocket.

"Let's see how well you listened." Kurt took the whistle, and looked at it appalled.

"Oh, no Captain. I'll call them by their name. I'm sure they have lovely names. I could never whistle for them like one would whistle for a dog!", Kurt said holding out the whistle for the Captain to take back. He took the whistle back with a look of annoyance, and turned to head back through the door from where he had came.

"Captain!", called Kurt. Captain Anderson turned a look of clear aggravation on his face. Kurt smiled happily, and said, "What shall I call you?"

"You shall call me Captain Anderson", he grated out then he turned and walked into the room he came from.

Kurt turned to the children, "Alright, I want you to step forward one at a time and tell me your name, how old you are, and something interesting about you." He looked at the oldest girl expectantly. She stepped forward, "I'm Rachel, I'm sixteen years old and I don't need a governor."

"That's lovely, Rachel, maybe we can just be good friends."

"I'm Rory. I'm fourteen. And I'm impossible." Kurt chuckled at Rory's statement.

"I'm Lily. I'm thirteen, and I hate governors and governesses." Kurt nodded, and looked at the next child.

"I'm Kurt. I'm eleven, and I'm incorrigible." Kurt smiled, and nodded "It's very nice to meet you Kurt. My name is Kurt as well."

"I'm Brigitte. I'm ten, and I think your shirt is the ugliest thing I've ever seen."

"Brigitte you shouldn't say that!", said Kurt worriedly.

"I'm Marta. I'm six, but I turn seven soon.", said the second to youngest Anderson.

Kurt turned to the littlest Anderson expectantly. She wouldn't speak though. Rachel rolled her eyes. "That's Gracie.", she said. Kurt turned to Gracie.

"Well Gracie, can you tell me how old you are?", asked Kurt nicely. Gracie held up five fingers.

"Your five years old! Why your practically, all grown-up!", Kurt said sweetly. Gracie smiled at him. He turned so he could see all of the children.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you all, and I hope that you will enjoy your time with me as much as I hope to enjoy my time with you.