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Klaine 3-2-1 Prompt Bang Fic: The World Holds Magic

Author: very-kurtious

Artist: @gleefuldays

Prompt Provided by: @coffeegleek

Pairing(s): Kurt Hummel/Blaine Anderson

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 12,454

Characters: Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson, OCs for story purposes

Summary: A curious Blaine has no clue what he's getting himself in for when he asks Kurt about the weird monster he'd seen in his cupboard. It could have been a dream, or something else, but he just needs to know. Kurt has a secret Blaine doesn't know about, and it's a lot bigger than Blaine could have ever imagined.

Genre/Tropes: Fantasy AU

Warnings: anxiety, angst, swords, weapons, ritual mention, magic, mentions of attacks, self esteem issues, let me know if I missed any

Author’s Notes: This is my first submission for the 3-2-1 prompt challenge run by @the-lima-bean - This prompt was by @coffeegleek and the artwork will be posted (and added here) by @gleefuldays / @sonnetmelodies and it was a lot of fun to write, I have 2 more stories being posted in this wave and three more for the second!

Thank you guys for reading and thank you to the hosts for coming up with this idea and for putting up with my bullshit XD Hope you all enjoy~

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39157230/chapters/97967034

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The World Holds Magic

Prologue –

Blaine had been having a good night’s sleep. Up until now, that was.

For some reason the boy woke and couldn’t get himself to drift off again no matter how hard he tried. Wondering what was up with him, he glanced to his best friend, Kurt. The other boy was still asleep after their game’s night in Finn’s room with the other lads from Glee.

Of course, Blaine and Kurt had promised to stay in Finn’s room with the others – mostly to appease Burt and Carole – but they’d decided to sneak away into Kurt’s room once they knew the adults in the house had gone to bed. They’d had more room in Kurt’s room after all, and could lay there chatting and listening to quiet music in the dark; which Kurt had obviously turned off since Blaine had nodded off.

And that’s how Blaine found himself now, not knowing what was keeping him awake. Kurt wasn’t a snorer, he slept soundly near him, peaceful Blaine would say. There was the tiniest bit of noise from the other bedroom – Finn wasn’t as silent a sleeper as his step-brother – but other than that it was a calm and quiet night, normally the Warbler would have no problem falling back to sleep, if he even woke up in the night at all.

Double checking, he thought about whether he needed to toilet. No. His phone hadn’t gone off with a message or anything . . .

Sighing, almost frustrated, he rubbed his eyes, and came to a sudden pause when he heard a tiny creek from across the room.

Chapter One –

Feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, Blaine glanced to Kurt once again. The other boy still slept soundly. So, what was that noise?

He forced himself to gulp, his mouth suddenly dry. Blaine knew for a fact Kurt kept the doors closed; he watched too many horror movies and tended to freak himself out if the doors weren’t all closed.

Keeping his eyes on the gap between the door of the closet and the darkness beyond, Blaine waited. What for? He couldn’t say. But the feeling of being watched wouldn’t leave him, causing goosebumps to raise across his arms.

He wanted to get Kurt to wake up, but he was too worried to make any noise.

And then he saw it. A strange creature. The door only opened the tiniest bit more but it was enough for Blaine to catch a glimpse of the monster beyond. It was pale with pointed ears, almost looking scaled in a way, its eyes were large, taking up a lot of its face, and it watched Blaine for a moment, before vanishing back into the closet, the gap in the door remaining.

It may have been dark, but Blaine knew what he saw that night. A monster in the dark.

Blaine, surprisingly had woken the next morning. Which meant at some point he’d actually managed to get back to sleep. They hung out in Kurt’s room, the other boys had gone out to see their girlfriends or go to the cinema, but the two boys had decided on a lazy day instead.

Kurt ambled about his room, putting away some clean clothes in his drawers, not knowing that Blaine simply couldn’t draw his mind away from what he’d seen the night before.

Try as he might, the younger boy couldn’t fully focus. His gaze would slowly go to the now-closed closet and he’d picture the same pale face he’d seen the night before. Perhaps it was an alien? Though that didn’t explain why it would be in his best friends’ closet . . .

“Blaine?” Kurt asked, gaining the other boys’ attention again and huffing, shaking his head. “What’s going on with you today?”

He paused, but decided he had to say something. “Ok, this might sound crazy but . . .” Blaine looked to his best friends’ unjudging and somewhat worried gaze as he paused in his folding of clothes. “Ok, well . . . Kurt, there’s a monster in your closet.”

Looking to the window, it was closed. The door, also closed. And then his eyes settled on the closet door, which was partially open, revealing a sliver of darkness from within.

Kurt raised a brow, but got back to putting away his clothes. “I know, it’s gotten a bit messy, I’ve been meaning to clear it out-“

“No, Kurt!” Blaine sighed, telling himself to calm down. “Not that, there’s a literal monster in your closet.” He insisted.

Kurt offered the same look he gave Rachel when the girl said something stupid, like her being psychic, and Blaine huffed again. He knew it sounded crazy, but surely his best friend should listen to what he had to say?

Sensing Blaine’s seriousness, Kurt’s look turned blank and he shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

Blaine stared at him for a moment, not believing that that was Kurt’s response to this whole thing. He was pretty sure he preferred being looked at like he was crazy. “What do you mean, ‘don’t worry about it’? Monster, Kurt!” He pouted, and if Kurt wasn’t so scared of having to have this conversation, he would have laughed.

“Fine. I guess you were going to find out anyway,” His shoulders dropped and he softly placed down his shirt into the drawer, keeping his back to Blaine for a moment in hopes that if he ignored this for a while longer it might go away. But when he looked to his best friend, his big brown eyes full of confusion and pleading, he knew it was necessary. He had tried to be dismissive, but he knew that wouldn’t work. He sighed, perching down on the edge of the bed next to Blaine and staring at the floor. “Ok . . . as my best friend . . . I need to tell you something.”

Kurt had never thought he’d have to have this conversation really, and he wanted to explain, but it was difficult to. It was so complicated, and he figured the best way to explain to Blaine, would be to show him. He took a deep breath. “It’s not something that’s easy or . . . normal to explain, Blaine.”

Blaine simply continued watching him, waiting and showing he was listening. Kurt wanted to smile at the childish look he was giving him, but he was too scared of what the outcome of this ‘demonstration’ would be.

“I guess the easiest way is to show you.” He finally told the other boy. Blaine was obviously confused, and Kurt continued: “I need you to promise me that you’ll keep this to yourself, it’s important. You can’t tell anyone.” His tone left no room for argument, and Blaine nodded, his own expression turning serious. “To show you, we need to do some form of . . . ritual.”

“Ritual?” Blaine questioned, practically able to feel how anxious Kurt was about this.

“Ritual, spell, whatever you want to call it, but it needs to be done first.” Kurt tried to explain. He'd never had to tell anyone before, so he didn’t exactly know how.

After a short while for Kurt to prepare; gathering supplies for this ‘ritual’, Blaine sat on the bed, his legs crossed under him as Kurt had told him to, as he waited for the countertenor to join him. Kurt had placed down a small bowl which he'd filled with water, a couple small candles, a small vile of some form of dust - which Blaine couldn’t even begin to make guesses on its name or use - and a tiny ornate mirror that had almost an ethereal feel to it.

He took his time setting them up, and Blaine could tell it was from years of practice and precision, but he felt as if Kurt was stalling somewhat, avoiding looking at Blaine. He was obviously not relaxed at all. In all honesty; he was scared of what Blaine would think.

Chapter Two -

While the younger boy was sceptical, he could see how anxious his best friend was being, and assured him a few times that if this was something Kurt believed in, then he did too.

The ritual was fairly simple, Kurt grabbed a tiny gemstone from his bedside table and ran it around the rim of the bowl of water. He lit the candles carefully and placed them in a square around the bowl, and then picked up the vial. Uncorking it, a small plume of sparkling dust rose into the air, and the older boy tipped it into the bowl of water, stirring it again with the crystal.

Blaine watched him with intrigue. While he didn’t exactly believe in stuff like this, he was almost captivated by Kurt’s careful movements and practiced hand. He dare not speak and interrupt what Kurt was doing.

The older boy continued, picking up the mirror and holding it over the water so that it was facing down at the sparkling liquid, and muttered something under his breath, before he quickly moved the mirror, the candles all going out and small plumes of smoke rose up from them. He waved the mirror through every plume a few times, and the bowl of water began to glow softly.

Blaine stared from the bowl to Kurt, who was watching the bowl as well as the glowing became brighter, almost ethereal as it pulsed slightly. The older boy placed the mirror back on top of the bowl, and the glowing finished.

It felt as if a wave of energy threw itself across the room, coming out from the objects before them. It felt almost soft, and it was strange, something Blaine had never felt before, but it wasn’t scary. It was almost . . . relaxing?

He looked back to Kurt, who finally met his eyes for the first time since he’d began the ritual. Kurt’s eyes held a soft blue glow, but Blaine could pass it off as a trick of the light, or his imagination.

The older boy didn’t say anything and neither did Blaine, and then . . . a soft breeze slowly blowed at them from the closet. It shifted Kurt’s hair slightly and Blaine, for once, didn’t know what to say.

Chapter Three –

Neither of the boys said anything for a moment, Kurt watched Blaine with a focus the younger boy had never seen, as if he was ready to be attacked or mocked.

But the soft blowing of the breeze from the closet was so distracting, that Blaine had to drag his eyes away from his best friends’, and toward the closet.

“Blaine!” It was the first time Kurt had spoken in ages, and Blaine jumped as his friends’ fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks with a look of fear plastered over his face. “Wait, please . . .”

Blaine paused for a moment, but nodded regardless, waiting for Kurt to say what he had to say.

The countertenor didn’t exactly know where to begin. “Um . . .” He let go of Blaine’s wrist, and the other boy didn’t miss that Kurt’s hands were shaking. He took a deep breath, staring down at his lap and Blaine perched next to him, back on the bed, watching his best friend because he looked so . . . un-Kurt-like right now. Scared. Something the older boy never let others see in him.

“Hey. I’m here,” he reassured, patting the other boy’s arm.

Kurt nodded as if he didn’t believe him, but upon looking into the other boys’ eyes he sighed. “Blaine, I have a secret.” He told him, and it was the first time Blaine had noticed the tears come to his eyes. He really was scared . . .

“More than this?” Blaine asked, trying to joke but realising it wasn’t the time. “It can’t be that bad, Kurt?”

The other boy shook his head. “This doesn’t end well for me. Either way I say it.” He nodded to himself as he often did when upset, biting his lip and looking down. “Either you think I’m completely insane and run out that door, or you know what’s happening, and when I show you proof you get freaked out and never come back.”

Blaine fidgeted a little, glancing back to the closet. “Ok, you’re starting to scare me, Kurt.” He gave a nervous chuckle. “I mean, it can’t be that crazy right-?” But the look Kurt gave him had his smile slipping. “Ok, I promise not to run.” He told him, honestly. And he realised he actually meant it. His best friend could show him a dead body in that closet and he realised he’d be offering to help him hide it before he ran away and left him alone again.

Kurt finally kept his gaze and let out a tiny laugh. “Ever read Narnia?”

“I’ve seen the movies.” Blaine shrugged a little, confused by the change in topic.

Kurt sighed. “Ok, time to rip off the band aid.” He stood quickly, startling Blaine as he’d clearly made up his mind as he smoothed down his already immaculate shirt. “Get up. Please . . . And, um, I know it’s pointless saying it but . . . well, try to prepare yourself.” He told the younger boy, facing the closet the whole time.

It seemed normal enough, but the door softly moved back and forth with the wind, and the sound of a bird chirping had Blaine getting to his feet to investigate.

A glow seemed to fill the room and Kurt offered him a nervous, but settling smile before he opened the door fully and Blaine’s life changed forever.

Before he knew it, Blaine found himself on the edge of a forest, overlooking a small beach grove that seemed to run into an ocean. There seemed a glow in the air, the scent of the sea hitting him full-force now as the soft white sand shifted beneath his shoes. He took a couple steps back out of confusion once he’d seemed to wake up fully, and found himself tumbling onto his butt on the sandy floor. The sky was clear and the sun was warm but not burning, it seemed the perfect temperature. A birdsong he didn’t recognise signalled from a nearby tree and he finally remembered; he wasn’t alone.

Kurt. He looked to where Kurt had been stood and the other boy had taken a couple steps away, looking up at the sky with his eyes closed, as if basking in the sun. Blaine watched him, pushing himself up and dusting himself off. He took a couple steps toward the other boy, and now he noticed that his friend had a small smile playing on his lips, a smile Blaine had never seen on the other boy before. One of complete content and happiness.

“Where are we?” Blaine asked, looking around himself again, but not missing Kurt jumping at his sudden speaking.

“It’s hard to explain.” Kurt finally settled on. He looked around the place as if he knew it like the back of his hand. “Really hard to explain . . .” He sighed.

Blaine watched him for a moment. In the sunlight he looked almost ethereal, his pale skin almost glowing. His perfectly quaffed hair had rustled by the sea breeze and he noticed Kurt had undone his waistcoat. Blaine felt his mouth go dry, though he wasn’t sure why, and looked around once again, seeing the look Kurt was giving him made him nervous.

“You still promise not to run?” Kurt asked him softly after a moment, stepping up next to him and following the younger boys’ gaze out to sea. The horizon between the sharp cliff faces in the distance, across the field of deep water.

The two boys looked to each other. Blaine’s trousers were covered in sand, his overshirt had come undone in his tumble and his hair wasn’t as perfectly gelled as usual. Kurt found himself wondering why the other boy didn’t use less of the stuff.

“I won’t run, but . . .” Blaine looked around them again, opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. Kurt found himself smiling at the comparison. “But, Kurt,” he sighed. “At some point I’m gonna need an explanation.” He put his hands out as if making a point as his brows furrowed and a disbelieving scoff left his lips. “And, I think we’re a bit past the point of denial!”

Kurt sighed. He seemed to be doing a lot of that today. He looked back to sea one more time, his hair ruffled once again by the wind as he swallowed thicky before nodding at Blaine. “Come on. The kingdom’s not far.” He took a slow step toward the forest, his eyes not leaving Blaine until he was sure the other boy was following. Not that he had much choice, Blaine thought. It wasn’t as if he knew how to get back now was it? “I’ll explain as soon as I can think of how.” Kurt promised, his eyes pleading.

Blaine nodded his acceptance of that. It was obvious his friend simply needed time. “Ok. Where are we going?”

“This way for a bit. It won’t take too long.” Kurt explained. “And . . . don’t worry if we see something . . . strange.”

Chapter Four -

Blaine chose not to ask any more questions for now and simply got himself into step next to Kurt, letting the older boy lead him through the forest, clearly learned in the way to this ‘kingdom’ they were heading towards.

He was sure it would all hit him soon enough . . . though it hadn’t quite yet. So, he simply plodded along, taking in the wonders of wherever the hell they were, asking Kurt a simpler question every so often. To which he answered. Whether it be a flower Blaine had never seen, a creature, the grass seeming a bright blue instead of green; the other boy answered as if this were a simple case of Baine never having read about them back home.

It hit Blaine full-force, however, when they bumped into a creature Blaine recognised, and had him jumping back and exclaiming in shock as the fear he’d felt the night before, seeing the same creature looking at him from the closet, all came rushing back.

Chapter Five -

Kurt! That’s it! That-that’s the monster I saw!” Blaine found his voice, pointing accusingly at the creature that walked out from the trees in front of them, a bewildered look on its face.

It was definitely the same monster, pale skin, large, bug-like eyes . . .

Kurt chuckled.

Whipping round to face Kurt again and looking from the creature to his best friend, he didn’t know what to say, anything he tried to say died on this throat. Why was Kurt amused by this?! This monster would probably eat them both!

“Blaine, this isn’t a monster.” Kurt offered him a placating look, but Blaine could tell he was trying to hide more laughter.

Blaine watched his friends’ back before jumping up, wanting to ask just what he was supposed to be preparing himself for exactly, when Kurt simply walked toward the door of the closet, gripping the handle in his palm and looking back to Blaine as the smell of sea water slowly crept into the room and a breeze ruffled the other boys’ hair once again as Blaine watched.

The ‘monster’ in question looked to Kurt with the same look, placing its fist to its chest and bowing slightly. “Prince Kurt.” It nodded at the countertenor.

Kurt bowed a little back. “Messenger.” He greeted in return.

Blaine was thoroughly baffled. He still kept his guard up, but in the light of the forest and not the dark of Kurt’s bedroom, he could see the other details of the creature. The small, scale like details that ran from the cheeks and to the hairline, where they grew larger in a hair type way. Its back held tiny, see-through wings that connected at the elbows. Its legs were long and ran down to feet that weren’t human. Its hands were the same, instead of a thumb and four fingers, the creature had three pointed talons?

“Blaine,” Kurt gained his attention again and he drew his gaze away from the creature and to his friend. “He’s not a monster; he’s an elf.”

It took a moment for Blaine’s brain to catch up, and when it did, he had only one question. “Did he just call you ‘prince’?!” He blurted out.

Kurt smiled a little. “Come on. We’re almost there, I’ll explain soon.”

Blaine stood where he was for a moment, but watching Kurt for a while, he couldn’t just turn around and go pout on the beach until the other boy offered to send him home. So, he loosened his stance, and nodded a little, continuing on with Kurt, but attempting to ignore that the creatu- the elf, was even there.

True to Kurt’s word, it didn’t take long before they came up to some form of village, which sat below some form of kingdom, which lead to some form of palace.

Blaine looked around in awe as they neared the large doors that lead through the outer wall. In this area, there was mostly farmland, barns, stables. To one side sat a cart depot, a horse and carriage outside.

Beyond that seemed to lead into the next section of the town, which appeared to be some form of marketplace.

The farmers and other creatures – ones Blaine hadn’t seen before – greeted them as they passed. Kurt gave polite greetings in response, leading them through to the marketplace.

“Prince Kurt, sir,” one of the stall-owners bowed slightly. “Care for a look today, your highness?” He motioned down to the wares he was selling, it seemed to be an array of different things, some trinkets and such. But there were also ornate looking daggers, a bow and arrow strung around the top of the stall, some flower reefs and jewellery. It seemed this stall sold a bit of everything.

Kurt shook his head a little with a smile. “Not today, palace business needs attending to, perhaps later,” he answered. “Have a good day.”

Similar interactions continued the further they got into the town and the closer to the palace they were. Blaine was simply confused, letting his legs lead him along as he tried to take in as much as he could. They passed taverns and shops, a blacksmith sat on the corner next to the palace entrance, and Kurt had a word with the large man behind the anvil for a moment. It seemed the two of them were friends.

Kurt continued his guiding after a moment, still having explained nothing to Blaine, bar whispering the race of different creatures when he noticed Blaine staring; these explanations were accompanied by a tiny nudge in the ribs, because Blaine was being rude by staring.

And finally, Kurt turned to him, handing him a drink he’d taken two of off of a tray one of the people held. “I don’t think I’ve ever known you go this long without talking.” He tried to lighten the situation with a delicate smile. Blaine took the offered drink, staring at Kurt. “Please say something . . .” he added, softer, that anxiety obviously creeping in again.

Blaine took a calming breath, and tried to focus, forcing himself to sound calm though he was freaking out just a little . . . “This is another world?”

Kurt nodded a tiny bit. “Yes . . . In a way.”

Blaine nodded slightly. “This is your palace?”

He let Kurt led him to the palace, through the doors with a nod to the guards in ornate, beautiful armour that stood outside, down the corridors and up to what appeared to be a throne room.

Another nod. “And you’re in charge?”

Kurt tilted his head from side to side. “Mostly.”

The younger boy rubbed his eyes a little, his questions were being answered, but Kurt was being very vague and at this point he just wanted an explanation. Upon looking back at his best friend – who, he realised, he didn’t know as well as he had thought – he softened a little, realising Kurt was doing what he could to explain while trying not to overwhelm the younger boy. He was answering the questions at Blaine’s pace because he realised it was a lot on information that seemed so foreign and would probably be a lot to take in.

Blaine nodded once more, a nerve thing Kurt was realising. “You’re the prince?”

“Yes.” Kurt shrugged a little.

“So, who’s the king?” Blaine pondered. “Burt?”

Kurt nodded. “Yes.”

Blaine took a moment to think about this all. “In a way? You said, about this being another world?”

Kurt sighed, looking down for a moment before looking to the others in the room, who all took the hint and gave them some space. The only one who remained was the elf that had met them in the forest; though he . . . she . . . they, stepped to one side out of respect. Kurt turned back to look at Blaine, finally taking a swig of his drink.

Blaine did the same, and he realised this was the purest water he’d ever tasted. It was so refreshing! And it had that same feeling to it, the feeling he’d felt wash over Kurt’s room when he’d done that ritual that had led to this whole adventure.

“I . . . think I’m gonna need the whole story.” Blaine told Kurt, calmer than he’d felt since coming here.

Kurt bit his lip, but seemed to accept that he’d have to tell Blaine now. He just hoped the other boys’ promise not to run would continue. “Ok. I’ll tell you everything. Just . . . I-I just hope you won’t think different of me once you know.”

“I think the messenger needs to talk to me about something, so I’ll try to be thorough, but not take too long,” Kurt began, placing his glass down on the small table to one side. “If there any questions you have or should I just explain as best I can?”

Blaine thought for a moment, but knew that Kurt would give him more information if he just let the boy vent. If he asked questions, Kurt would give simple answers and Blaine would have to coax him into explaining further. “Go for it. I’ll ask if anything pops up, but I know you need to be quick.”

Kurt offered a grateful smile. His whole demeanour was different here. He held himself higher, though not in a way that he thought himself above anyone; more in a way he’d probably been taught. It looked good on him, really. It was almost humble, Blaine thought, that was the right word for it. Strong yet humble. Sounded about right for his friend.

“So, you were . . . somewhat right about this being another world, I guess. It’s hard to explain, basically,” he raised both his index fingers. “Think of it this way, Earth is here, but running parallel to it in a different zone, of sorts, is this world. It’s not a parallel universe style thing, though that would be easier to explain . . . it’s more like, this world, your world, and other worlds, are all connected by some form of . . . aura.”

Blaine nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. The way Kurt talked about it . . . it almost captivated Blaine.

“That’s the basic explanation anyway,” Kurt smiled a little.

Blaine smiled back. “So, when you said ‘your world’ about Earth, that means you’re from . . . here?” He looked around a little before his eyes fixed back on Kurt’s blue ones. He watched those eyes, and only just realised that tiny particles of shining, bright blue swam through the pupils while in this world.

Kurt paused for a moment, taking a breath before giving a short nod. “Yes, I’m from here. This . . . this realm, was where I was born. It’s my home.”

Blaine found he wasn’t as freaked out by this revelation as he would have thought. “Ok.” He nodded.

Kurt simply blinked at him. “O-ok?” He asked, his voice quiet and small.

“Ok.” Blaine repeated. “You’re from another realm, in a beautiful world, honestly. You’re the prince of said realm, your dad’s the king,” he repeated what he’d learned. “The people seem to like you guys considering the warm welcome we got when we walked through town, which is good, I mean, I’m not in the palace of an evil dictator or something.”

Both boys laughed and Kurt looked down a little, a smile still on his face. “You’re really ok with this?” His blue eyes searched Blaine’s. “Honestly?”

Blaine sighed. “Honestly? Kurt, honestly, I have no clue what’s going on.” He admitted with a chuckle, the one he did when nervous, a chuckle he only really seemed to do around Kurt. “But . . . I’m not scared anymore.” He reassured Kurt with a pointed, look. “I promise.”

Kurt watched him for a moment, trying to see if there was any hint he was lying. “Ok.” His voice sounded weak, but he finally gave a sharp nod. “Ok.” He said, firmly this time. “But there’s something else you want to know.”

Blaine opened his mouth and closed it, thinking for a moment. “How did you know?”

“You have that look on your face.” Kurt shrugged a little with a smirk. “I know you, Blaine . . . evidently a lot more than you know about me. So go ahead. Ask away.”

Blaine looked to the elf who stood to the side of the room, and glanced to the doorway where the guards had gone. “You’ve sorta pointed out that other creatures live in this realm,” he began, not sure how to phrase this. He gave an awkward cough. “And I don’t want to be ignorant or anything, and I don’t want to offend you, but . . . well, I guess I want to ask-“

“If I’m human or not.” Kurt finished for him, cutting off his rambling.

Chapter Six -

Blaine was telling the truth, he didn’t want to offend Kurt, but he nodded a little. “Yeah . . . yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask.”

Kurt smiled slightly. “Ok.” Was all he said, before stepping back a little. The light shining in from the long glass windows to the side of the throne room hit his features perfectly, and that anxiety returned as his eyes began to glow brighter. “Just . . . I’m still me.” He muttered.

Blaine gulped slightly, but gave a short nod, and Kurt closed his eyes, tilting his head back slightly; a similar stance to the one he’d had on the beach. He clenched his fists a few times, and the light almost seemed to manoeuvre itself around him now. Blaine didn’t know what to say or do, so he simply watched. It was somewhat beautiful.

Kurt took a sharp intake of beath, and just like that, he changed.

He slowly opened his eyes, running his hands through his hair and breathing as if he hadn’t been able to properly in days. The glowing blue from his eyes settled down from the blinding light they had been to a gentle glow as his eyes settled on Blaine, before looking down to the ground, just waiting for his friend to run away.

Blaine didn’t run.

In fact, the younger boy didn’t know what to do. He took in Kurt’s features. He still looked like himself, his skin still pale and unblemished, his blue eyes still mesmerising – only accentuated with the ethereal glow emanating from them – his hair (though a lighter tone which shone in the sun) was still the same, if a bit more perfect; but it was obvious there was changes. There was something reminiscent to the elves and ‘fae’ as Kurt had pointed out, but he was different to the other ‘creatures’ Blaine had seen. His ears were pointed now; that was something Blaine noticed.

“Still promise not to run away?” Kurt finally broke the silence, seeming so confused and shocked that Blaine still stood there, and looking somewhat uncomfortable, having the other boy staring at him without speaking.

Blaine shook himself. “I’m still here, aren’t I?” He tried to joke, offering a half-smile.

Kurt looked to the floor, seeming to be thinking over Blaine’s words.

The younger boy stepped forward a little, stopping himself from getting too close. Kurt seemed to take that as a bad thing, and looked away again. “Sorry . . .” Blaine muttered, in all honesty, he wanted to touch Kurt’s skin, just to see if this really was real, like Kurt was an anchor to his sanity. But he stopped his hand, feeling it would be rude. Instead, he tried to capture the other boys’ gaze once again. “What . . . are you?”

Kurt bit his lip, glancing to Blaine’s imploring eyes and taking a deep breath. “There’s not really a word for it, in Earth-Speak anyway . . .” He tried to explain. “Um, I guess the best way to describe it would be . . .” He paused for a moment, thinking it over as how to best explain what exactly he was to the other boy. “I guess I’d say an energy being. An almost . . . vampire, or another fae. I take a lot of power from the planets, the stars, the moon. Night-time really, but the sun sorta acts like a . . . solar panel, I guess.” He tried to smile a little. “I can take my strength from other beings, but I’ve never liked doing that.” He tried to explain, when he saw Blaine’s attention go to his slightly sharper canines, as if Kurt was an actual vampire who would suck his blood. That’s not how he worked though.

Blaine seemed to think of something, raising a brow and looking back to Kurt’s eyes. “So how come you can look human?” He seemed to think about what he’d just said and shook his head at himself a little. “I mean, like, the other . . . people, in your kingdom, they can change as well, or?”

Kurt shook his head slightly. “It’s a skill that my mom passed down to me, and taught my dad the magic for. Technically, I guess I could be considered a ‘shapeshifter’ of sorts. I can look human, fae, fairy, my original form,” he motioned a little to himself. “I think I’ve even gone mermaid a couple times . . .” He chuckled a little.

Blaine smiled. This was amazing! Now that he had more information, he wasn’t as scared. Kurt was . . . fascinating. This side of his life, the fact he could change himself to fit into his surroundings, and yet the Kurt he knew still liked to stand out from the crowd. Everything he’d just learned – he realised – wasn’t a different person to what he already knew about his best friend. Kurt was still Kurt, and all his quirks and intricacies and strength . . . Kurt was still Kurt, and everything he’d just learned only made him that much more amazing to Blaine. “This is . . . so cool.” He finally spoke, and Kurt blanched.

“Huh?”

“You heard.” Blaine laughed a little. “I didn’t think it was possible for me to think even more of you.”

Even with Kurt’s form being changed, he flushed a little, looking to one side with a tiny smile he couldn’t help. “Oh . . .” He whispered, before seeming to remember what was happening. “Have I answered your questions for now?” He asked his best friend.

Blaine nodded, remembering Kurt had something to sort out. “Oh, yeah! Yes, sorry, go ahead.”

“Yes.”

Kurt nodded at him in thanks as his form shifted back to his human one and he turned to the messenger that had met them in the forest. “Lelvie, you wanted to speak to me?” He asked, and the elf walked back over to them, giving another bow.

“Yes, your majesty,” the elf – Lelvie – nodded. “There’s news of the forces gaining energy, some of the villages to the North haven’t been heard from in days, any chance of scouting out the problems have been disrupted by storms, ambushes and other such events.” The elf explained. Kurt listened intently, his expression turning stony and serious. “I tried to contact you and your father last night, but . . .” He glanced to Blaine and then back to Kurt.

Kurt smiled. “Yes. I see . . .” He sighed. “Do we think it may be the Darkness?” He asked softly.

Lelvie took a breath. “We’re unsure, however . . . rumours are spreading around the surrounding towns, word is going around the village. The people are starting to become worried, sir.”

Kurt looked to one side, thinking for a while. “We’ll collect a group of warriors to scout out the places that have fallen. If we can offer help, then we will.” He finally spoke. Diplomatic was not a word Blaine would have ever used to describe Kurt, but he suited the role well. “We won’t let them fall. And perhaps we can get to the bottom of what exactly is going on. Lelvie, gather a team you think will be good for the task, I shall meet you at the stables.”

Lelvie bowed again with his fist to his chest, before heading off to do as Kurt had asked.

“Woah, wait, what about me?” Blaine asked, realising Kurt hadn’t included himself in this plan. “I can help!”

Kurt shook his head. “This isn’t a simple thing, Blaine. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Well, surely the prince shouldn’t be going and doing it himself either!” Blaine argued. Lelvie hadn’t exactly looked happy with Kurt involving himself in the plan.

Kurt scoffed a little, rolling his eyes. “They know that I’ll join no matter if they tell me not to, so they don’t argue anymore. I’m not going to let people get hurt by the Darkness. This isn’t the concert of the band, Blaine. This Darkness has hurt, and killed. I don’t want you near that.”

“Well, I’m not one of your subjects, or your guards, or someone you can stop from coming with you.” Blaine argued. “I’m your friend, Kurt. And like it or not, I’m not letting you go get yourself hurt when I know I can help. So, even if you tell me not to, I’m gonna follow you anyway. So, you might as well just accept.” Blaine smiled, and Kurt huffed, folding his arms.

Kurt frowned, clearly not happy, but he nodded. “Fine. Come with me, we’ll stick out like sore thumbs if we go dressed as this.” And he led the way from the throne room and back off down the corridors.

Blaine was feeling less out-of-place now that he wore clothes similar to everyone else. His outfit wasn’t as fancy as what he could see of Kurt’s from down the corridor as the other boy spoke to someone. But he had to admit, the material was quite lovely. He sported a white fancy shirt with ruffed sleeves, a yellow-y gold-y tunic? Waistcoat? He loved Vogue, but Kurt was the one who knew all the names of fashion. A red string wrapped around the collar of his shirt in a loose bow, and chestnut trousers that he’d tucked into the dark brown leather boots Kurt had left out for him while he changed.

So, Blaine did the same. Kurt’s outfit was definitely more spectacular than his own, though not exactly something he would expect a prince to wear. It seemed almost common, with few flashy parts.

He could get used to dressing like this. He particularly enjoyed the baggy sleeves and he thought he looked quite dashing; if he did say so himself.

He smiled as Kurt turned back to him, clearly agitated by something the person had been telling him. But he let out a small sigh and a smile came over his face when he spotted his friend. “That’s better.” He folded his arms, taking in Blaine’s choice of outfit.

His shirt was blue, his tunic – amazing looking in quality and tailoring – was purple with black detailing, donned with silver buttons and a small silver brooch on his left side that looked like a bird skull. His trousers were black and tucked into his own black boots with silver detailing. He dragged his eyes back to his friends’ own and saw the amusement there. “Do I pass?” He smirked.

“I never realised fantasy style clothes would be so comfy.” Was his response.

Kurt chuckled. “That they are. Here.” He held up a small leather thing.

Blaine raised a brow but took the item none-the-less. He realised it was a strap of sorts, with a small pouch attached. “Um . . .?”

Kurt rolled his eyes. “It’s a knife scabbard. You strap it to your leg or around your trousers at the hip with a bit of adjustment,” he motioned to his own leg, where a black detailed scabbard sat, strapped around his thigh with an ornate looking knife inside. “We don’t know what we’re gonna be running into, if you insist on coming with us, I insist on you being protected.”

Blaine nodded, attaching the scabbard to his hip. “A knife would be useful?” He joked.

Kurt huffed with a look as if to say ‘yes, I was getting to that’. He nodded down the corridor behind himself and they began walking. “So, what’s the plan, then, Kurt?” He asked as his friend strode down the palace hallways with poise, it was sort of good to see him like this. In his element, some might say.

Blaine looked at the guards as he followed his friend, offering an awkward smile at the two of them as they entered the room filled with weapons and armour and shields. Plus, a section Blaine couldn’t make out, because there appeared to be bottles of vibrant liquids and such that he’d only really seen in films. He wanted to ask, but instead continued following Kurt to one of the corners where the older boy pressed a button and a drawer of knives came out of the wall.

Kurt ran his fingers over the handles of some of them, obviously he enjoyed weaponry, because he seemed to care a lot about their upkeep and for some reason, Blaine simply got the feeling that the other boy knew exactly what he was doing and that he held respect for each blade in this drawer.

The other boy finally seemed to decide, picking up a white-handled, silver blade and lifting it up, running his fingers down the length of the blade. “I think this one will do you well.” He explained, turning to Blaine and showing him the balance of the knife by placing it on his fingers and letting it sit there, perfectly balanced. “Give it a go?”

Blaine nodded, carefully taking the blade from him and turning it a few times, not really sure how exactly you test a blade.

Kurt bit his lip as he tried not to laugh. “Does it feel too heavy? Too light?” He pushed.

“Ohh . . .” Blaine nodded, moving the blade up and down and nodding again. “Yeah, it feels good.”

“Good,” Kurt giggled, closing the drawer back up again. “You put it in the holster and you can attach the tiny strap over the top to keep it in if need be.”

“Right.” Blaine did as told.

A moment later Lelvie – or what Blaine thought he could recognise as Lelive – came in, placing his hand over his chest as before. “Your majesty.” He bowed slightly.

Kurt raised a hand to stop the formalities and Blaine could imagine the prince doing that his whole life. He didn’t seem the type to enjoy people bowing for him. “Yes, Lelvie?”

“I’ve gathered a group and the horses, we are ready at the stables when you are.” The elf explained.

Kurt nodded. “We’re pretty much there. I just need my sword.”

Lelvie motioned to a wall where the most beautiful, ornate, shiny weaponry was. “It has been cleaned for you, sir.”

The prince headed over to the wall, waving his hand before it and the air in front seemed to shimmer and almost ripple, before he then reached forward and took down the silver – almost white – sword. Its handle was mostly simple, but held a beautiful turquoise gemstone that seemed to glow somewhat akin to its wielder’s eyes. He smiled as he picked it up, looking at it as if it were an old friend. Not for the first time today, Blaine found it almost mesmerising seeing Kurt like this.

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The prince did a few practice swings, the blade flying through the air so fast and swift Blaine almost missed it. Kurt twisted it round his hands in well-practiced, purposeful swings. The sword was definitely just an extention of Kurt’s arm, moving the exact and measured way the boy wanted it to. He was probably training his whole life with the weaponry.

The prince lifted his leg to rest on the seat next to the fancier weaponry and began expertly tying the lower half of a scabbard around it, before standing back straight and tying the top part around his waist. “Did you find my bow?” He asked the elf, who nodded, watching Kurt wave his hand toward the wall again, the air rippling once more. Perhaps a repelling spell for intruders?

“Knives, swords and bows?” Blaine couldn’t help but ask as Kurt came back over.

The countertenor rolled his eyes. “Prince of a fantasy world, Blaine.” He droled, making his best friend laugh.

Blaine cooed over the horses at the stables as Kurt spoke with the team that had been assembled. They were adorable. There was one that refused to come over, hiding out at the back of the holding pen, but the rest were all more than happy to have the boy stroke their noses and feed them apple pieces.

Truth be told, he’d never really been around horses, despite being from Ohio. His parents liked him to have experiences, but horse-riding had never really been one of those things. But he found today that he didn’t mind the gentle creatures at all. Besides, with everything going on today, horses didn’t seem nearly as scary as they may have once been to him.

Blaine tried not to stare, but the drow – Malk, Kurt had called him – had almost chrome light purple skin, with deep crimson eyes and a thin-set jaw. Was it strange that Blaine wanted to call him beautiful? He didn’t know. He wasn’t from here, he wasn’t sure if that would be seen as offensive, in all honesty, but it wasn’t every day he saw someone with purple skin and red eyes, and it was as strange and amazing as everything else he’d seen so far.

He smiled and chuckled as one of the horses – a smaller, chestnut coloured one with black hooves and mane – brushed its snout against his cheek, his lips tickling the boy. “Settle down, buddy.” He laughed, scratching the horses chin.

“Seems you’ve found your horse.” Kurt’s voice came from behind him, before the prince stepped next to him, stroking the horses nose himself with a smile. “I thought you’d like him. He's very gentle and well-behaved. And he knows how to keep out of danger.”

Blaine pouted a little. “He’s not gonna drag me away from helping if things get tough, right?”

Kurt raised at brow at the other boy. “He’ll protect you both. That’s his job. His names Aluviai. He’s from the south coast.”

Blaine tested the horses name on his tongue. “Al . . . Aluv?”

“Ah-Loo-Vee-Ay.” Kurt pronounced for him. “It means ‘timid wanderer’ in Guylian. One of the southern languages.”

One of the guards walked over. “Sir,” he bowed, once again, Kurt raised his hand in a dismissive way, silently asking the . . . Drow! That was the word Kurt had used. Maybe Blaine was getting used to this after all! Asking the drow guard not to salute. “As usual, your horse is . . . Struggling.”

Kurt sighed, offering a smile. “It’s fine, Malk, you can say they’re being difficult.”

Kurt headed into the paddock where the horses were being kept before they set out. The guards were double checking they had everything, and strapping saddles atop the steeds. Blaine watched as Kurt approached the pure black horse that had been shying away this whole time. Of course, the prince would have that horse.

His best friend didn’t seem scared however, even when the horse huffed at the guards that were near it and tod its hoof down a few times in annoyance and warning.

Kurt simply held up his hands in a calming motion, showing he wouldn’t hurt it. The equine seemed to recognise the prince, as it instantly seemed to calm, moving toward the countertenor and butting its nose into his hand, letting him stroke his snout and behind its ears.

Blaine scoffed, impressed. The horse still seemed weary of the other people around them, but was happy with Kurt; who began getting the creature ready for travel while the rest of the group seemed relieved to not have to try and deal with the temperamental and anxious beast.

Blaine headed into the stables, slowly moving his way closer to the older boy and the horse. “He’s a flighty one.” He joked, trying not to startle it, because the horses glowing white eyes – which Blaine hadn’t noticed before – instantly caught on him, its neck rearing back slightly, ready to run or fight.

Now he was closer, he could see the horses’ eyes weren’t the only unusual thing about it. It’s deep, silky black mane seemed to flow like inky fire, the ends fading off into ash as it moved around. It was like a never-ending waterfall of liquid coal.

Kurt shushed the horse as Blaine tried to move closer, gripping its reigns as it reared back and kicked its legs out. “Easy, Valkyrie, easy.” The prince spoke firmly but reassuringly at the animal. “This is a friend.” He explained, as if the horse could understand him. He sighed to Blaine. The horse wasn’t kicking anymore, but was still pulling on its reigns. “I found her on the edge of a volcano, she was abandoned by her family and abused by locals. So, she’s not very trusting of others.” He explained. “As far as we know, she’s the only one of her kind. At least, the only one anyone’s found.”

Blaine nodded, slowly and deliberately putting his hand up – under the animal’s nose so it didn’t look like he was trying to come above it – and edged closer. “She’s beautiful.” He spoke. It was true. The unusualness of the horse was another thing that he found amazing and breath-taking about this world.

It took a while, and a lot of coaxing from Kurt, but Valkyrie finally – and briefly – let Blaine stroke her snout, before pulling back again. She didn’t start trying to escape again, or anything, so Blaine took that as a win. And, judging by Kurt’s face, he also did.

“She doesn’t usually take to anyone else.” He explained. “The guards try to bribe her with sweet treats, I’m pretty sure they have a bet going to see which one of them she’ll be alright with first.” He chuckled, stroking the horses nose. He turned to address everyone. “Let’s head out. We should be in WinterVale before nightfall.”

And everyone was up-and-about, getting their own horses and jumping up into the saddles, taking them out of the holding paddock and chatting amongst each other as they also checked that the prince was ok.

Some slung crossbows and regular bows over their shoulders, others placed daggers into their scabbards and swords into sheafs. A few of them seemed the carriers of the group, strapping bags and satchels and more bags to the sides of their strong and large horses. Men handed around pouches and skins of water and other thirst-quenching liquids and laughed amongst themselves when one made a joke.

Kurt turned to Blaine. “Need me to help you with your horse?” He asked softly as the others headed out to wait for them outside the castle walls.

It seemed Kurt was leading them to the armoury, where the guards did the same salute, the others had done upon seeing the prince, and Kurt nodded in turn to them.

Blaine nodded. “Yes, please. I’ve never done this before.”

Kurt ran him through the steps of the saddle and reigns, the packs on the sides and everything else with a practiced hand. He went fast, but the others were waiting for them. He would have showed Blaine properly, but there wasn’t exactly time. “You shouldn’t need to know all of that stuff; you’ll have someone with you who does regardless. Now, it’s time for you to try and mount.” He smirked, not saying anything about his pun.

Blaine nodded, looking to the small horse with a determined look. For a smaller creature than the others, it was still large. It came about a head above Blaine’s own, and he had no clue how he was going to get up onto the saddle.

The prince didn’t judge him, he simply smiled and headed over to Aluviai, Blaine following.

Kurt laughed at Blaine’s happy face, heading over to Valkyrie and swiftly mounting her. Blaine frowned at him as he continued giggling at his best friends’ look. “Show off.” The smaller boy pouted. And he thanked his horse for turning away, because then Kurt couldn’t see the small flush that coated his cheeks having seen Kurt’s legs move like that as he got onto the saddle. He often forgot how flexible and . . . bendy, Kurt could be. He’d only really seen him dance a handful of times that wasn’t his usual ‘jazz hands’ and such.

Kurt offered a sympathetic look. “Trust me, you’ll be fine. Aluviai is great for first time riders and learners. We also send him around to the children at fayre days for them to ride, so he’s as gentle as his name suggests.” He offered a cheeky grin.

Blaine huffed indignantly, but turned his attention back to the horse.

“Foot on that, swing the other leg over, grip onto this bit here and you should be golden.” Kurt explained, pointing out the various parts of the saddle.

The younger boy swallowed thickly, but nodded, stepping up and doing as told. It took a couple quick attempts where he chickened out, but he eventually managed to get his confidence up, swinging his leg over as Kurt had explained. It wasn’t the cleanest mount, and looked clumsy and he wondered how the horse hadn’t gotten sick of him and rode off already.

“Just give Aluviai a small tap with your foot on his side.” Kurt told him as the horse slowly ambled around toward the front of the pen and Blaine frowned because how do you make a horse go?

Blaine did as told, and Aluviai sprung into life, jogging – not too fast, but fast enough that Blaine had to suddenly lean down and grip onto the saddle in case he fell – through the gate, leaving a laughing Kurt behind. It was adorable seeing Blaine so out-of-his-depth with horses.

Chapter Seven -

“Come on, Valkyrie. Show them the meaning of haste.” He whispered to the equine beneath him, and she also sprang forth, quickly overtaking Blaine and the others. Once she was outside, she slowed a bit, but still lead the way.

Apparently Aluviai wasn’t having any of that, because Blaine felt himself go faster as the smaller horse came up to speed with Valkyrie and Kurt.

“I heard that reference!” Blaine called over to his best friend.

Kurt smirked back, riding with ease as he laughed, the wind jostling his hair. He’d missed riding. “Couldn’t resist~”

Kurt informed Blaine that they had gone fast for the first half of the journey, but now they’d slow down because they were ahead of schedule. It was the way they usually travelled. They would go fast the whole way, but they didn’t want to push the horses, they cared about the animals. And the prince’s tone made it obvious that some other places in this world didn’t look after their animals as much as his did.

Despite growing used to riding, Blaine didn’t mind slowing down. His legs were hurting and aching and he felt as if his . . . male parts would be bruised forever.

He and Kurt ambled at the back as the guards and group took the front under the prince’s wishes. As one passed, they handed Kurt something, and he thanked them. “Forgot about my bow, thank God . . .” He muttered, smiling at the guard as he headed toward the front. Kurt slung the bow over his shoulder, and Blaine realised it was probably because they were bringing up the rear, and that meant they needed to be weary of ambushes.

Kurt stifled a yawn before someone turned to inform them that they were almost there. Kurt quickly went back into his prince roll, nodding sharply with a smile and trying to pretend he hadn’t been yawning and slouching like he wasn’t royalty. Somehow, Blaine doubted he cared too much, but it was probably something he’d been taught since he was a child.

They chatted as they went. Kurt handed him a pouch of water; Blaine thanked him. He took a swig before handing it back and Kurt drank some too.

“We’d usually stop off somewhere, but this is urgent.” Kurt explained as Blaine winced when Aluviai jostled him a little. “Here, he’s probably getting restless.” He threw a bright-red apple over to the other boy, who caught it with ease.

Aluviai happily munched on it as Blaine leant down and handed it to him. The younger boy smiled. He’d definitely grown attached to the horse.

“We have about twenty minutes.” Kurt explained to Blaine with a small smile.

The younger boy nodded. As much as he loved his horse, he was sure if he didn’t get off soon, he’d never be able to close his legs back together again.

“So,” he began, trying to make conversation. Kurt turned his attention to the other boy. “Another question?”

The prince nodded. “Yeah, go for it. If I can answer it, I will.”

Blaine smiled, thinking over how to ask. “Why didn’t you and Burt just stay here in the kingdom? Especially if something bad’s happening?”

Before Blaine could say anything else, someone in their group called out that they’d arrived. The princes face turned more into a royal mask as he straightened up and looked forward.

The group parted to let Kurt through, and Blaine followed, though stayed a little behind him friend.

A couple of people stood before them on the sandy path at the edge of the new town. One had up-turned teeth that jutted out a small amount from his bottom jaw. His skin had a green tinge to it, and his black hair was swept back into a ponytail. The other, a smaller person, looked mostly human, except for the pure white eyes and glowing yellow freckles. When Blaine looked closer, the person had tiny animal ears atop their head, and a small lion-like tail whipped around their legs.

Kurt offered a placating smile at the two. Other people stood around, and his glowing eyes spotted smoke in the distance. He could hear people crying nearby, and he knew something had been happening here, so he would have to treat carefully and be resourceful. He wanted to help these people, not start a fight. “Master Orc, Morle Kit.” He greeted. “We heard of some troubles, we’re only here to help; if it is needed.”

“My dad wanted me to have a normal life. He opened a portal to the normal world that runs alongside ours. He applied me for school, bought the house, opened the shop. It was mostly my mom’s idea.” Kurt explained, smiling softly as he mentioned his mother. “I love both worlds, and I couldn’t imagine living without either of them. Especially now I have friends and family and everything else in my life.”

“Well, the fae prince,” The green one stepped forward. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

It was hard to decifer the man’s tone, Blaine thought. Was he annoyed? Was he simply asking? The one word that popped to his mind was . . . defensive.

The lion-person deflated a little, their tails till flicking back and forth. “Your majesty, we don’t really know what happened. There was smoke, dust filled the village and flooded our homes.” They explained.

“Are there injured?” Kurt asked next, nodding to two of the members of their party, who came forward on their horses – but didn’t make a move to start helping or dismounting yet.

“Yes, we thankfully didn’t lose anyone. Yet.” The Orc finally responded, gruff with a fold of his arms. “The attack settled fairly quickly. We don’t know what it was, but we can take educated guesses.”

Kurt nodded sharply, his jaw set. “You believe the rumours, then?”

The orc’s face set as much as Kurt’s own. As if they were having a silent battle. “I do. Most of us do. We’ve seen hurricanes of black ash on the horizons, looking like a thousand ravens swarming. We’ve heard the tales from similar villages, as I’m sure you have as well.”

Kurt didn’t give an answer, as such, though steeled the other man with a small nod.

There was a moments silence.

“Put the horses in the stables and show them around,” The orc told one of the villages, who stepped forward.

Kurt took that as his queue to be safe to dismount, and his men followed his lead. Blaine struggled to get off of his horse a bit, but managed to land back on the ground on his feet, rather than his butt.

The men let their horses be lead away, but Kurt stayed close to his own mare, stroking her neck and sending a warning look to the young teen that stepped forward. “She doesn’t do well with people.” Kurt explained. “I will need to tend to her myself. But thank you for the gentle approach and warm welcome.” He told the kid, who beamed with pride. “Perhaps one of my men’s’ steeds will be better suited?” The kid nodded, rushing off to do as told.

Blaine had never heard his best friend sound so . . . diplomatic. He did wonder what a ‘morle’ was, or a Kit for that matter. But it was obvious Kurt knew what he was doing, his movements, expression and words were careful and calculated, and – by the way he held himself – he already knew he’d gotten through to them.

Kurt whispered something to his horse, before the creature nodded and trotted back off down the path, almost seeming to patrol at the border near the trees.

The prince then stepped toward the orc, holding a hand out in greeting. The orc wrapped his own hand around the prince’s forearm, and Kurt reciprocated. “You know of our greeting.” The orc stated, though it was obviously more of a question.

“My kingdom welcomes and accepts anyone that wishes to stay, as long as they are respectful of each other.” Kurt explained, as if it should be obvious. “If my men can be of assistance with the rebuilding let them know where to go.”

The orc let go of his arm with one last strong shake, before stepping back with a nod. “They can start with the worship house.” He told the prince.

Kurt looked back to a group of his men, before nodding to them. They did the usual salute – closed fist over heart – before being led toward the worship house by another of the villagers.

“Your majesty-“ the lion-person stepped forward, and Kurt raised a hand with a shake of his head.

“Kurt, please.” He told them. “I realise I don’t have your names either?”

The orc nodded, folding his arms. “Grengur.”

The lion-person huffed a little. “Grengur is on the council of electives, mostly under the branch of hospitality and tourism.” They explained. “I’m Tow. I’m the town planner and on the council I’m in charge of the defence branch, with a hand in fight-training and disaster relief and protection.” They explained.

Kurt’s men knew what to do, already getting to work helping around the village. It was obvious Kurt wanted to jump into helping as well, especially when he saw some of the injured towns-folk. But his roll as prince dictated that he be the one talking to the officials and being political and all other myriad of stuff Blaine could see wasn’t exactly something Kurt enjoyed, despite being good at said things.

Kurt smiled a little. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, though I wish the circumstances were better.”

Both of the others nodded at the prince. “Let us show you the damage.” Grengur said, taking a step in the other direction and the group followed.

“The attack happened from the West, it whipped through and destroyed a lot. Nobody was killed or severely injured, but a lot of people are wounded.” Grengur explained as he led them through the streets of the small village. The buildings around them held broken windows, holes in walls and roofs. Glass glittered and shone on the sandy floor and most things looked almost charred around the edges. Eaten away and eroded. “We’re trying to get everything settled, obviously the people are scared. Nicron and Parvislle – the other council members – are busy trying to fix everything. We came to find you when we realised you were coming.”

“We hope you don’t blame us for being . . . defensive, upon your arrival.” Tow added. “We’re open to visitors, but we’ve been attacked before. A few people in town don’t believe in the royal family, either. Not everyone shares that view, but we are a village that doesn’t have one set leader, instead we have the council.”

Kurt nodded, understanding completely. “Relax, I know the royals aren’t for everyone, I get it.” He offered a kind smile. “Do you need more supplies? Blankets, food, make-shift shelters? I can send construction crews out to help rebuild? Anything you need.”

Both people bowed their heads in thanks. “We dread night times. There are creatures around these parts, and there are children, babies, we can’t protect everyone.” Grengur shook his head.

“We’re not an aggressive village, we focus more on defence, we have few men.” Tow added, looking upset. “We don’t have enough to protect everyone.”

“I understand.” Kurt told them simply, honestly. “I’ll leave half my party, enough to help protect you all until I can guarantee the supplies will be here. We have plenty of tents and bedrolls to go around and you can take our reserves and spread them throughout the people.” He told them, signalling to his men who moved about doing different jobs. Explaining to his men, they nodded and bowed before heading off with their new tasks. “I’m afraid I cannot do much more until I’ve gotten back to my kingdom. I will send teams to help rebuild upon arrival and they will bring supplies, food, water, everything you’ll need with them for you.”

“I don’t know what to say . . .” Tow’s brows furrowed.

Kurt shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, as long as the village and its people are ok. I will offer any help I can.”

Grengur eyed him for a moment, but nodded. “You’re a good man.”

Blaine watched as the prince knelt near a group of children who were crying, their skin covered in black ash marks that their tears rolled through, clearing paths to different coloured skins beneath. Blaine recognised an orc child, what appeared to be another fairy, and what he could only assume was a dwarven child and someone with pale blue skin.

Kurt smiled at the group, thanking one of his men as they handed him some blankets. “Hi . . . are any of you hurt?”

The kids shook their heads. “We’re scared.” The dwarf explained, seeming the eldest of the group.

Kurt nodded, understanding. “I know. But we’re going to fix everything, ok? Trust me, we’ll fix your homes and you’ll be ok.” He spotted the small girl with blue skin holding her wrist. “Can I have a look?” He asked softly, gently.

She hesitated, but slowly and painfully held her arm forward. Kurt softly turned it, looking it over and stopping the movement when she winced. “You’ve broken your wrist.” He explained, his tone gentle. “Does it hurt?”

“I do what I can.” Was Kurt’s response, before he nodded to the two and headed off.

The girl sniffled but nodded.

Kurt smiled, looking to one of his men. “This little one has injured their arm, a break, do you mind getting one of the medics and patching her up?” The man walked off with a nod and Kurt turned back to the kids in front of him. “It’s gonna be ok, sweetie. They won’t hurt you, we’re here to help, ok?”

Kurt had helped with some of the medical side of things, handing out blankets, settling the animals of the village who had been spooked by the attack. And at the end of the day, the two boys were heading back to the kingdom with a small number of the party that they’d left with. They didn’t rush as much as they had earlier, but there was still a hurry to get back to send more help down there.

The kids’ tears seemed to have dried up, and Kurt smiled. “Where are your parents?”

“They’re getting patched up.” The orc spoke up. “We got told to stay here for now.”

Kurt nodded. “Well, no more tears, ok? You’re all safe, your families are safe and your village will be ok. There’s a lot more to cry about when you’re older, but so much more to look forward to. And you’re all going to be able to do it, ok?”

The group of kids nodded and Kurt smiled before standing from his kneel and heading back over to Blaine. The prince smiled at him before continuing on his venture round the village, Blaine following him.

She once again hesitated, not nodded, wiping her eyes.

The sun had set and was rising by the time they arrived, taking the horses to the stables in the hazy orange and yellow light of the early morning. Kurt spent a moment stroking his mares muzzle before they all headed back into the palace, sleepy but not done yet.

“Hargoh, please gather the builders and a group to pick up and take supplies, I want the village to have everything they need, that we can offer.” Kurt told one of the guards as they headed into the armoury. Kurt thanked Blaine as the younger boy handed him back the dagger and placed it in its respective place, before doing the same with his sword and his holster. They then headed to the throne room, having a debriefing and Kurt sent everyone off with different tasks – some of which were simply to sleep.

And finally, Kurt’s attention turned to Blaine with a smile. “Fun day, right?”

Kurt’s smile fell a little. “We may be helping the village now, but the attacker is still out there somewhere. And it’s setting everyone off into fear . . .” He sighed, running a hand over his face tiredly. “But we’ll do what we can for now, we still don’t really know what we’re fighting.”

Blaine nodded, unsure what to say. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Kurt smiled a little, thankful for the confidence his friend had in him, because he surely wasn’t feeling it himself right now. “Thank you . . . Right, I think that’s enough adventure for now. Should we get you home?” He stepped forward.

The younger would be lying if he said he didn’t want to stay in the kingdom for longer and see all it had to offer. But he knew there was stuff to be done here, and he would have to go home at some point.

Blaine returned the smile. “So, is the evil vanquished?” He joked.

As if reading his mind Kurt smiled. “I’ll bring you back here . . . if you want?”

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

Blaine grinned with a few quick nods, excited and Blaine laughed a little. “That’d be amazing!”

Kurt nodded in a knowing way. The kingdom was pretty magical.

Kurt took one step, then another, he slowed.

Blaine watched as Kurt fell to the floor, the other boys’ name slipping from his lips in worry. Kurt’s eyes closed.

THE END – TO BE CONTINUED

- Exza~)

(A/N - I am so sorry for leaving it on a cliff-hanger, basically, I turned the short prompt into a novella style plan and I simply didn’t have enough time to finish it. But I talked the organiser of the 1-2-3 challenge and they said I’d be able to leave it off at a good place and then do a sequel in my own time. Basically, all this I’ve written? Not even 1/10th as long as it should be based on the plans, I’ve not even managed to scratch the surface. . .

Very sorry! I hope you guys enjoy regardless? I would make excuses and say 3 jobs and all that but I did genuinely want to finish this, but there was no way I’d be able to get it done. It’s a day before the deadline while I’m writing this as it is.

Yes, there will be a sequel, hurray? Hope you guys enjoy, please share, comment, like, etc. and if you wanna support my writing more, please feel free to check this story out on Ao3 - that’s also where I’ll be posting the sequel!

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Chapter 12 By TeddysHoney

As it turned out, Alex’s phone call was rather important. He left a voicemail, and as soon as Kurt could pull himself away from Blaine’s pants—and staring at his butt—sending him back into the closet to change into his regular clothes, satisfied he had all the measurements he needed to make the final alterations, he listened to the voicemail.

“Hey, Kurt. It’s Alex. I need to meet early. There’s this extra stuff I need to do to help my parents prep for my sister’s engagement party. Let’s do breakfast at The Lima Bean at 8:30 tomorrow morning instead. If that doesn’t work, just text me. I really need to talk to you, and I’m looking forward to seeing you. Thanks. Bye.”

“Bad news?” Blaine asked when Kurt clicked off his phone.

“No. Alex just needs to meet earlier than I thought. It’s fine, though.”

It didn’t really feel fine to Blaine. His anxiety was through the roof, despite how hard he was trying to ignore it. What if they get back together? What will happen then? Will I lose my chance at telling Kurt how I feel forever?

“What do you wanna do now?” Kurt asked, oblivious to Blaine’s swirling emotions.

“Uh, how about a movie? Just have a lazy afternoon?”

“Sounds great to me.”

—*—

Sunday, April 29

The next morning, Kurt was at The Lima Bean at 8:15. As he stood in line to get his coffee, he wondered what it was that Alex wanted to talk about. It sounded like he had an agenda now, not like this was just a regular hangout to catch up as they’d originally planned. Maybe he wants to get back together? I can’t do that, though. We talked about how the distance wouldn’t work, and I couldn’t do that to Blaine anyway. I know that what we have isn’t real, yet I can’t hurt him. And besides, there is something real in my heart, even if Blaine will never reciprocate that feeling. My answer has to be no, even if he does ask me. He’s cute, but he’s not Blaine, just like Mercedes said.

“Hey, cutie.”

Kurt turned, smiling when he saw Alex standing behind him. He looked just like he always did, dressed in a tight-fitting t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a dark leather coat, boots on his feet. Why does he remind me of Blaine all of a sudden? Kurt mused. Oh, right. The Olivia Newton John thing. “Hey.” He felt awkward, like he wasn’t sure what to say.

“It’s nice to see you again,” Alex said. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah. It has. I’m glad you had time to meet me for coffee and breakfast. It’ll be good to catch up.”

“Right. Sorry to move the time so suddenly. Apparently, my sister’s having a whole fancy party with champagne and waiters serving tiny foods and a DJ. It sounds like an entire second wedding reception, including gifts, so we have a bunch of set-up to do. I have to be at the venue to help with tables and chairs at 10:30. Sorry that we don’t have long.” He smiled apologetically.

“Don’t worry,” Kurt reassured him. “A few hours are better than nothing.”

When it was his turn to order, he told the barista what he wanted then stood off to the side, waiting for it. He wondered if Alex would comment on him ordering the same coffee he always did, just like Blaine teased him, but Alex made no comment. Maybe he doesn’t remember? Or maybe he never knew. Blaine knows. He mulled over that for a few moments until the barista was calling out his name. “I’ll go find us a table,” he told Alex before walking away with his drink and the chocolate muffin he’d ordered.

Kurt found a quiet table back in the corner, away from the few other patrons who were in the coffee shop. He specifically chose a seat with his back to the door so he could focus on Alex for the short time they had together.

“So,” Alex said when he slid into a chair across from Kurt, “what’s new in your world? Anything exciting?”

They chatted for a few minutes about this and that. Kurt told him about his dad’s tire shop and how he was running for Prom King. Alex told him about college and how he was enjoying his freedom and his classes. When the small talk finally lulled, Alex said, “I hate to just jump into it like this. There’s something I really need you to know, though.”

“Oh, god,” Kurt chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. “Is it something that’s going to break my heart? It sounds serious.”

“Well, I don’t think it will. I’d hate to do that to you again,” Alex chuckled.

Kurt smiled, glad that they could joke around about their amicable breakup, even if he was feeling a million other emotions running through him. Why do I have this unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach? “Just tell me,” he said, hoping he was keeping the concern from his voice. “The suspense is killing me.”

“I need to ask you an important favor,” Alex admitted with a sigh, taking a bite of the cinnamon scone he’d purchased and had, so far, left untouched. “It’s something that’s really important to me, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with the job.”

“Of course. I am the best, most trustworthy person you know, I’m sure,” Kurt teased, trying so hard to keep it light.

“Mhm… Well, it’s kinda complicated to explain… You see, there’s someone special I need you to look after.”

Kurt nodded slowly, waiting for more.

Alex got on his phone then, starting to look around for something, not saying a word.

Annoyed, Kurt joked, “Just spit it out already, please.”

“Okay. So, I need you to look after…him.” Alex flipped his phone around, showing Kurt a picture.

—*—

Sebastian pulled up to The Lima Bean just after 8:30. He was meeting Karofsky there because his message had said it was really important, and for his sake, it had damn well better be. Sebastian was not a fan of waking up early, and he wasn’t a fan of being lied to, either. This had better be good. Really good.

His bad mood was uplifted just a bit when, as he was walking in to order the largest coffee they had, he spotted Ladyface sitting at the table with a tall blonde. Oooooh! He’s cheating on Blaine! Yes! This is the proof that I needed to win back that gel-wearing Anderson once and for all. He decided then and there that coffee wasn’t nearly as important as eavesdropping, so he found a table nearby them where Kurt wouldn’t be able to see him and listened in.

And he was quickly bored again after hearing them mention Burt Hummel, the tire shop, a college he didn’t care about, and the phrase “after we broke up” a few different times. This is his ex, isn’t it? I am really striking out today. I never had this much bad luck in Paris.

Sighing, Sebastian rose and went to the counter, ordering himself a gigantic coffee anyway, choosing a booth on the opposite side of the room from Kurt and his sexy daddy longlegs. He wanted to be able to ogle the blonde while simultaneously glaring at Hummel, and he hoped that Dave arrived soon. He was ready to go home.

Finally, when it was nearing nine, there was a heavy thud as Dave sat down on the chair opposite Sebastian. “Hey.”

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. I’ve been here, waiting on you for more than 30 minutes. I was bored, and spying on Ladyface is annoying. This had better be good because I am tired. If you made me get up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday for something stupid, I’m going to be sure that no one ever talks to you at Scandals ever again, let alone considers dating you.”

Dave shrugged. “Fine by me.”

Sebastian stared at him, flabbergasted. “What do you mean ‘fine by you’?”

“I mean that it’s fine. Because I’m not here to talk to you about anything stupid. And I’m not looking for a date.”

“What the hell is it? And what does it have to do with Scandals?”

“Oh, my god. It’s not really about Scandals.” Leaning to one side, Dave pulled something small and hard out of his pocket and set it in the middle of the table. “It’s about this.”

Sebastian looked long and hard at it for a minute. Finally, he asked, “What is that?”

“It’s Kurt’s brooch. You know, the hippo head one that I stole from him that day before we talked at Scandals? The one I was playing with at the bar while I was sipping my drink?”

“And why are you giving it to me? I want nothing to do with that soft, spineless boyfriend stealer. All I’m interested in is Blaine. Hummel is your thing.”

“I’m not giving it to you. I’m here to tell you my plan. Because I’m tired of waiting.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I…have figured out once and for all how I’m going to get Kurt to be mine. And you’re part of my plan.”

—*—

Kurt just stared at Alex’s phone for a moment. “Who’s that?” he finally asked.

“That’s my cousin, Landon. He’s coming to live with my sister to finish out the school year because his parents are going overseas for a while for his dad’s job, and Landon doesn’t have a passport or time to get one. So, he’s coming to McKinley, and he’s… Well, he’s kinda not like everyone else. He’s gay, too, by the way, and he has a hard time relating to others. He’s had some trouble at school. So, I just want him to have a friend there to help him transition. Or at least someone he kinda knows.”

“Right,” Kurt said. “And I’m the logical choice for that, of course.” He couldn’t decide whether he felt relieved or concerned about how this was going to affect his relationship with Blaine the week before Prom. Things between Blaine and I are already so hard to read, and now we have to look after someone else, too? There’s so much to do between prepping our songs and finishing the tuxes and just…balancing the insane feelings I get when I look at his face or his cute round butt. This is Alex, though. He’s asking a simple favor, and I can’t say no…

“So, I know it’s a lot to ask, especially so close to Prom. However, I really think he needs a friend. And I heard through the grapevine that you finally got together with Blaine, so I was hoping the two of you would be willing to look after him.”

“Sure. We’d be happy to give him a friend. He could join the LGBT groups at school to find some friends.” Kurt decided to ignore the part about “finally” getting together with Blaine. Maybe if he didn’t address it, Alex would drop the subject.

“That’s a great idea, Kurt. Thanks so much for agreeing. It means a lot to me.” He paused, eating some more of his scone and giving Kurt the eyeball. “Sooooo…” he said finally, smiling, a hint of smugness in his eyes. “Gonna tell me how you got together with Blaine? I always knew that was going to happen. You two are meant to be.”

Kurt considered that for a moment. He wasn’t the first person to say that, and he was beginning to wonder if there was something about Blaine that he was missing. I mean, I know there have been moments where I’ve wondered, kisses that have felt like real kisses instead of fake ones, but I don’t know. Maybe Alex is just jealous. “Well, you know. Blaine asked me to Prom.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean?” Kurt asked, eying his ex suspiciously. He wasn’t sure he was up for this line of questioning.

“I mean, there was no fanfare after all that time you spent pining after him? Nothing else that led you two to be together? He just asked you out to Prom, and it was all natural after that?”

“Uh…”

Alex smirked at him. “You don’t have to tell me. You can keep your secrets. I just wondered what finally made the two most oblivious guys I know finally admit their feelings for each other. I’m happy you finally did it, though. I knew, even when we were together, that the two of you were meant to be.”

Kurt gulped. If only you knew how very few feelings have been admitted to each other, he fretted. “And that, uh, that didn’t bother you?”

“No. Not really. I knew I was being given a wonderful chance to help you learn what being in love would feel like. I’m sure that sounds pompous, but I just wanted you to know, when you and Blaine finally did admit what your heart eyes were already telling the world, that he was truly your love, not any of the other relationships you would have before him.”

“It’s only been you,” Kurt admitted softly. And I think you were reading Blaine wrong. As wonderful and amazing as fake dating has been, as much as it’s made my skin tingle to kiss him, it doesn’t seem like any of this is real to him. He still just sees me as his best friend, not dating material. There have been times I’ve wondered, though…

Alex only nodded, not saying anything else about it. He drank a bit more coffee and ate a few more bites of scone before saying, “So, do you want to know all about my drama teacher at college? She is a hoot!”

Nodding vigorously, Kurt listened to Alex tell him all about the crazy things she’d had them do in class while inside, he could feel his attitude shifting to an even more determined state. I need to tell Blaine once and for all how I feel. I’m tired of playing pretend. I’m tired of hiding it. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way and Alex was reading him wrong, he wasn’t reading me wrong. I need to tell him. Now. He resolved to text Blaine when he was done with his breakfast date and find a time to go over there.

—*—

For a minute, Sebastian just stared at Dave. I thought I was the one coming up with the plan. I thought I was the mastermind. Now, he’s got a plan all of a sudden? What the hell? “Spit it out,” he finally said, doing his best to maintain his uncaring air. “What’s your plan?”

“Well, Kurt’s going to Prom with Blaine, right? And you want Blaine back. I can’t figure out what you want with him since you can apparently have the dick of every gay guy in town. You want Anderson, though. And so far, your little plan hasn’t done anything. We’ve proven nothing. So, I’m going to sabotage the Prom King and Queen election. I’m going to do what I should have done last year. Kurt and I will be elected Kings—I’ll make sure of that—and I’m going to make a passionate speech about everything he’s done for me and everything I can give to him. I’m going to ask him to be my boyfriend, and I’m going to present him with this brooch. I’ll tell him that I’m giving him my heart for safekeeping, represented by the brooch. And I’ll tell him I found it somewhere after we hung out that day. It will be a huge, romantic gesture. He will have no choice but to say yes.”

“You’ll tell him you found it when you actually stole it?”

Dave nodded.

“Why did you steal it in the first place?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted something of Kurt’s, I guess. Something to make me feel less awful about being rejected. It hasn’t helped, though. It’s only made me angrier, and I’ve got to do something now. I’m tired of sitting around, waiting for him to get over Anderson and figure out that I’m the right guy for him!”

“I thought we were in the process of trying to get proof that their relationship is fake, remember? That’s why I had you break into his locker and mess with his phone. That’s why we’ve been following them around. That’s why we’re even speaking to each other.” Why exactly do I subject myself to this kind of torture? I could pull this off alone.

“First, I already addressed that. Your plan isn’t working. Second, who needs to prove their relationship is fake when we could just follow my plan? Kurt will hear me pour my heart out to him and realize he’s been wrong about me the entire time. Blaine will be ‘heartbroken’ that his ‘boyfriend’ broke up with him and was in love with me the whole time, and he’ll fall back into your arms the first chance he gets. I’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. It’s a win-win for everyone!”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Dave. “And what if Kurt doesn’t believe you?”

“What?”

“What if he still believes you are exactly who you are, a guy who has chased him down for months, gotten into his personal space, and messed with him constantly as a way to flirt with him when you couldn’t admit to yourself who you were? What if he realizes you’re just a hamhock bear cub, and he has no interest in being with you?”

Dave looked more determined than Sebastian had ever seen him. “He won’t. He’ll know the truth.”

Sebastian considered his choices for a moment. Obviously, telling Hamhock the truth is getting us nowhere. So, let’s let him play. He can do his thing, I’ll do my thing, and eventually, as long as we can prove that Ladyface is faking to get into perfect-ass Anderson’s pants, everyone will get what they want. “Why don’t we just do both?” he said finally. “We keep our eyes open for proof that they’re making this whole dating thing up, and if we can’t prove it by Prom night enough to give a big presentation, we’ll go with your thing.”

“Fine,” Dave said. “Have it your way.”

“Great. That’s settled then,” Sebastian said, standing up abruptly. He’d had quite enough of people for the morning, thank you very much, and he could clearly see that Gay Mary Poppins and Tall Blonde were still chatting away at the table. He wasn’t sticking around for anything more. “By the way,” he called as he walked away from the table, “you’re taking me as a date to your Prom. It’s the only way I can get in, and I have to be there. Wear blue. And congratulations. You’re no longer going stag.” Then, he sauntered out, unhappy that he’d wasted so much time for exactly nothing to change.

—*—

Breakfast with Alex got over just before 10:00, and Kurt pulled out his phone to text Blaine as soon as he got to his car.

Kurt: You busy? Can I come over?

Blaine: Uh, sure. Just so you know, I’m not feeling very well, though.

Kurt: Are you throwing up or sneezing everywhere?

Blaine: Uh… No?

Kurt.: Then I’m definitely coming over. I can’t have my best friend and Prom date suffering alone. I’ll be there soon.

—*—

Blaine smiled when he read that message. Kurt was an amazing friend, and the fact that he wasn’t worried about getting sick just further proved it.

When Kurt arrived, Blaine greeted him at the door, happy to be immediately pulled into a very tight hug by his best friend.

“How long have you not been feeling well?” Kurt asked when he stepped back, eyeing him up and down suspiciously.

Blaine wasn’t sure how truthful to be. He wasn’t really sick. His anxiety was heightened, though, wondering if Kurt’s breakfast date with Alex was about to change anything between them. Kurt hadn’t said they needed to talk, yet that didn’t quell the fear rising in his stomach. Finally, he decided to go with the truth. “Since yesterday afternoon.”

“Well, why aren’t you in bed then?” Kurt asked, shooing him toward the stairs. “You can’t be sick for Prom; you’ve got to get better. Go on up. I’ll ask your mom to make you some broth, and then I’ll come up and sit with you while you eat. Maybe we can watch a movie or something until you fall asleep.”

“Kurt, you really don’t have to do that.”

“I’m happy to. Now, just go.”

Blaine started toward the stairs but stopped before he reached them, turning back around. Am I going to be scared to tell Kurt everything I’m feeling? I can’t do that. He needs to know the truth. “Kurt, wait.”

“Yes?” Kurt turned around to look at him expectantly.

“I’m not really sick.”

Kurt arched an eyebrow at him. “Really?”

“Really. I’m just… I’m really scared.”

Oh, crap. Does he not want to go to Prom with me anymore? Is he thinking about that Sadie Hawkins dance? What’s bothering him? And does this mean I’m going to miss my opportunity to tell him how I really feel again? “What are you afraid of?”

“Can we… Can we go up to my room to talk about it?”

“Sure.” Kurt followed him up to his room, sitting on the edge of the bed as Blaine made himself comfortable against his pillows. “So, what are you afraid of?” he asked again, taking Blaine’s hand in his in comfort.

Blaine’s breath hitched before he said, “That you’re going to start dating Alex again now.”

Kurt blinked at Blaine. That was not at all what I was expecting to come out of his mouth. We talked about this. “Uh, no… I’m not. Why-why would you think that?”

“I mean, if you did, that would be okay. I know you really liked him, and it was hard for you when the two of you broke up, even though you understood. It’s just…” Blaine opened his mouth to tell him the truth, just like his brain was screaming at him to do. Something about the look on Kurt’s face made him backpedal, though, afraid that he would have a horrible afternoon if he brought it up. “It’s just that I was looking forward to all those dances that you promised me at Prom, and I really like the suit you’ve been working on, and I’d hate to lose the opportunity to go to Prom with my best friend like we’ve been planning this whole time. If you are going out with him again, though, I get it. You’ll want to take your real boyfriend to Prom.”

All Kurt could do was throw his head back and laugh loudly, eliciting a groan from Blaine as he put his head in his hands, embarrassed. “Hey. Blaine, look at me,” Kurt said after a moment when he could get himself back under control. “I’m sorry I laughed. It’s just that you get so cute when you’re nervous, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m not getting back together with Alex. Neither of us want a long-distance relationship, and with him at college, there is no other choice right now. Don’t worry. You’re safe. We still get to go to Prom together.” He gave him a smile. “He actually wanted to meet with me to ask us a favor.” Kurt gestured between them.

“Oh?”

“Apparently, his cousin is coming to live with his sister while his parents are out of the country for a while, and Alex wants us to keep an eye on him, be his friends. He’s apparently had some problems at school before, and Alex thought he would adjust better if he had someone to talk to on the first day.”

“Oh…” Blaine felt a little silly now and, magically, a lot less sick to his stomach than he had before. “So, that was all he wanted?”

“That was all. We just made small talk the rest of the time, catching up as I told you we were going to,” Kurt replied, conveniently leaving out the part about Alex not being surprised that they were together. He didn’t need to get into that right now. “Let me guess,” he said after a few beats of silence, “you’re not feeling so sick anymore?”

Blaine nodded sheepishly. “If I tell you that I am, can we still watch that movie you promised me?”

“Only if we can make some lunch to eat during it. I’m starving. I had a muffin at The Lima Bean, but I am starved again.”

“Sure,” Blaine replied, climbing out of bed. “How would you feel about watching Star Wars?”

Kurt just rolled his eyes, following his best friend down the stairs. I wonder when I’ll get the chance to tell him how I really feel, he mused.

—*—

As it turned out, Sunday wasn’t that day. They watched several movies together, and the atmosphere was so fun and laid back that Kurt decided not to ruin it by admitting to something that Blaine might not agree with. So, he decided, We’re at least friends. That’s better than being nothing because he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings. I can be happy with that for now.

So, on Monday morning, Kurt dressed to impress in some tight black-and-white-striped pants, some calf-high black boots, a black t-shirt, and a fitted gray suit jacket that really pulled the whole look together. He admired himself in the mirror as he coifed his hair, happy with the way everything looked. I’m ready to meet Alex’s cousin and impress him. I’m sure we’ll be amazing friends. And maybe I’ll impress Blaine, too. The thought made his heart jump in his chest, even though he still wasn’t convinced that Blaine liked him as anything more than a best friend.

When Kurt met him in the parking lot, Blaine thought for sure he was going to die. Kurt looked sinfully delicious in his tight pants and fitted top, and it made Blaine wish that he was braver, that he’d told Kurt how he felt and they were dating for real. I would love to pull him into my car and do sinful things with my mouth to that body, he thought as he tried to get himself to stop staring and will his body not to get too excited. Don’t need to try to explain that on a Monday morning.

After a bit of small talk, the two of them made their way to the front doors of the school. They were meeting Alex’s cousin by the flagpole, and they didn’t have to wait long for him to show up.

A tall boy with wide-set shoulders and a broad chest, dressed in a dark gray sweatshirt and baggy jeans walked up a few minutes before the bell was supposed to ring, a basketball tucked under his arm, a black backpack slung over one shoulder.

He had what Kurt wanted to call a Justin Bieber haircut, even though his shaggy bangs hung to the wrong side. Still, he gave the boy a smile. “Hi,” Kurt said, sticking out his hand. “I’m Kurt. You must be Landon.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m Blaine,” Blaine told him, giving him one of his award-winning smiles that made Kurt’s heart flip every time he saw it, especially when it was directed at him.

Lights up my whole world, he thought. “I’m Alex’s ex-boyfriend. I’m sure he told you about me.”

Landon nodded. “Mentioned you.”

“Good. Well, Blaine’s my boyfriend, and we’d like to show you around McKinley, be your friends. We thought maybe you’d like to join some of our school clubs that support LGBT youth at our school. Would that interest you?”

Landon merely shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Okay. Well, uh…” Blaine said, glancing at Kurt for direction. “What’s your first class?”

“Algebra.”

“We can show you to your room then,” Kurt said, taking Blaine’s arm when it was offered to him. The two of them tried to keep a slow pace so that Landon didn’t have to follow them. He kept meandering, though, bouncing his ball and getting distracted by awards and pictures in the trophy cases. They tried including him in their conversation, going over the latest Broadway blog gossip and discussing what part Landon might like to sing if he was interested in joining Glee. They even tried to get him to help them pick some good Prom songs since they were debating over several to sing as a whole group. Landon was anything but interested in what they had to say, however.

“Well, here we are. Algebra,” Kurt said, gesturing toward the classroom when they arrived. “Would you like one of us to meet you out here after class and show you to your next one?”

Landon merely shrugged. “Sure. I guess if you want to. Thanks.”

Kurt and Blaine exchanged glances before heading off to their own class. “See you next period,” they both said to Landon before walking away.

“Well, that didn’t go as expected,” Kurt whispered as they went.

Blaine just squeezed his wrist. “Maybe we’ll have better luck as the week goes on. He’s probably just nervous.”

“You’re right. And talking about Glee reminded me... We’ve got to pick some perfect songs for our duet at Prom and get practicing. There’s not much time.”

“Yeah. Wanna meet later this week to go over some options?”

“Sure. I’ll text you the deets,” Kurt said, pausing at his classroom door. “See you before next period?”

Blaine nodded and smiled widely, just like Kurt had seen him do at Landon earlier in the morning. And he just couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and pressed a light kiss to his lips, whispering, “I’ll miss you,” against them before Blaine turned to walk away, his cheeks coloring.

Oh, my god, what was that? Blaine thought to himself. Was there someone else around? Was that for show? He glanced around him; the hallway seemed to be empty. Was that for me? What does that mean? Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. Since he seemed to have trouble telling Kurt how he felt about him, maybe he could sing about it instead.

Meanwhile, Kurt was having his own crisis. Crap! Was that way too forward? That was way too forward. Blaine’s going to be so confused. This is horrible! What have I done? I need to figure out a way to… Oh. Maybe singing and Glee is going to be the answer to telling Blaine exactly how I feel.

—*—

The boys did not have better luck as the week went on. Landon didn’t give them much more than one-word answers to anything they asked him, and he didn’t seem at all interested in anything that they were discussing. In fact, he didn’t seem like he was much like them at all, which made everything a little more difficult. They’d promised to keep an eye on him for Alex, yet he didn’t do much but bounce his basketball and look around the school aimlessly, as if he wished he could be anywhere else.

On Thursday, as Dave was walking by the boys’ locker room, he heard a loud crash. Immediately curious, he rushed in, finding a towel rack knocked over, towels all over the floor, and a dented locker. On a bench not far away from the mess sat a boy he didn’t recognize, a basketball in his lap. His face was red, and he was breathing hard while trying to suppress obvious tears.

Having been in that exact position not long ago himself, Dave sat down next to the boy, careful not to sit too close and invade his personal space. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

“Do I look like I’m okay?” the boy spit.

“It’s okay if you’re not. We all have bad days. I’ve had plenty of them in here myself.” He chuckled to lighten the mood.

“Yeah? Well, I doubt you know anything about this.”

“Try me.”

The boy looked at Dave curiously for a moment before getting a determined look on his face. “You want to know what I’m going through? You think you can relate?”

“I can try.”

“I’m gay,” the boy spat, the word coming out like venom. “I’m gay, and I’m stuck in this freaking school where everyone like me is made of sparkles and unicorn poop, especially those two my cousin tried to stick me with. My parents are gone on a trip to a country that would be way cooler than this, and I’m stuck here in Cowpie, Ohio, forced to be friends with my cousin’s ex and his way too bright and exuberant boyfriend. I’m into basketball and football and wrestling, and they both think I want something to do with their Glee Club and their LGBTQ clubs. They think I should know who Liza Minelli is and give a hoot about what Barbara Streisand is doing. Well, I don’t. I want nothing to do with those things! I just want to be left alone until I can get out of here and go back home where no one bothers me or tries to get me interested in things that I’m not interested in!”

Dave was pretty sure he knew who he was talking to now, and he could definitely relate. “First of all, my name’s Dave,” he said, wanting to get that out of the way. “I’m guessing you’re Landon?”

The boy narrowed his eyes at him. “How did you know?”

“Well, you mentioned someone named Alex and gays who remind you of sparkles and unicorn poop. That could only be Kurt and Blaine, and I know Kurt dated a guy named Alex while he was at Dalton, so all that checks out. And I know from spying on Kurt that he’s mentioned a Landon a few times, so that must be you.”

“Guess you’re a pretty good detective,” Landon admitted.

“Second of all, I know exactly what you’re going through,” Dave told him.

“You do not. You’re just making stuff up.”

“No. I really do. Up until recently, I wasn’t out myself, and I was the school bully because of it. In fact, I bullied Kurt so hard that he had to switch schools, and that’s where he met Alex in the first place. Now, I’m out, though, and a lot of my old friends don’t want anything to do with me. They think I’m being creepy in the locker rooms, and they assume that because I’m gay I’m automatically going to be into Broadway and all that stuff. I’m not. I still love football and basketball, just like I did before I came out.” He shrugged. “I’m just kinda starting to figure out that it takes a while for people to realize that you maybe don’t fit into every mold you’re expected to fit into, no matter what you call yourself.”

Landon nodded. “Yeah. I’ve gotten all those comments, too, about staring at guys’ junk in the locker room or trying to hit on them when I ask for simple stuff, like handing me a towel. It hasn’t happened here yet. I bet it will, though.”

“It might,” Dave said. “Really, the kids here aren’t so bad. They’re pretty accepting usually, and Kurt’s pretty cool when you get to know him.” He sighed dreamily, a little smile coming over his face.

“Oh, yeah? I don’t think we like many of the same things.”

“He is into the fairy princess stuff a lot, but he’s nice and a good friend. He cares about people, and he’s willing to help them out as much as they can. Even though I bullied him so much, he’s been one of my best friends since I came out. He’s never judged me or accused me of anything, and he’s actually tried to help me through my problems, especially when I felt like they were too big for me to figure out how to deal with.”

“Sounds like you have a crush.”

Dave smiled sadly. “Yeah. A big one. For years now. You know what, though? I think I ruined that for myself, and I really regret it. If I could change things… I would. It doesn’t really matter now, though. Kurt’s dating Blaine, and even though Sebastian thinks it’s fake, I’m pretty sure it’s real. I see the way he looks at Blaine, the way he smiles when he’s around and how his breath catches when they kiss. He doesn’t look at me like that, think about me like that.”

“Maybe you two are just meant to be friends. Did you think about that?”

“I’m starting to. It’s hard to accept, though.”

For the first time, Landon smiled. “Maybe we can help each other. You seem cool. We could shoot some hoops, not talk about Broadway, and keep our minds off of…other things.”

“I’m game,” Dave replied. “There’s a nice outdoor court at the park we could go to.” At Landon’s nod, Dave followed him out of the locker room and into the hallway, a huge grin on his face. Thursday was turning out to be pretty great.

#The Prom-us #Teddyshoney #klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #the prom-us #klaine fanfiction recommendation #klaine

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1908jmd · 2 years

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What’s your top 5 Klaine hand holding scenes?

Ok can I say, firstly, thank you for the ask, but secondly that there’s no way I can restrict this to five, I’ve managed to restrict it to nine.

In chronological order, rather than listing favourite first.

The first meeting - Never been kissed 2:06

The whole story started in the most adorable way possible - with Kurt out of his comfort zone and visiting Dalton - to spy, possibly, or more likely have his curiosity sated - about this all boy public school, that the ND claimed was full of gay guys. And we have the perfect meeting of Kurt and Blaine. So up to know Kurt has shirked away from personal touch, unless it’s dad or Mercedes, but he had expressed a desire to hold the hand of a person he loves in the school corridors. So we see him allow Blaine to touch him four times in a few minutes - shaking his hand, touching his lapel and his shoulder, and of course, taking his hand and running down a school corridor/hall. And the hand hold looks a bit weird as Blaine holds Kurt’s right hand, as Kurt looks round as in some magic kingdom, being dragged along by a Disney Prince. My tiny theory why they did it this way? Because they both have bags on their left shoulder, they look in sync, the run in sync, if Blaine had his left hand then, It wouldn’t look so much that he was leading Kurt down the corridor. The lighting is wonderful, the aesthetics are wonderful.

At Pavarotti’s grave 2:16

They’ve lost at regionals, Pavarotti is dead, it’s all a bit sad, but hang on - Blaine reminds Kurt of the most important thing - they’ve got each other out of all this. And he’s there to support Kurt now during the tough times. Blaine offers Kurt his hand, and he takes it, mirroring the scene in Grilled Cheesus, when Burt took Kurt’s hand after his mom’s funeral. The script at this point in 2:16 says “they proceed down the hill, a couple at last”. And we all sigh in appreciation. The dramatic effect of the tree budding and their shadows as they head into the future together is perfect.

The Lima Bean - 3:1

So back after summer break, and a new season, what are they going to do with Blaine then, and Klaine’s relationship? Spoilers had already picked up on a new contract for Darren and that Blaine was to move to McKinley. This is the first scene of them together in season 3, and it doesn’t disappoint. They’re happy, playful, joking, in love. And Kurt asks Blaine to transfer, and Blaine is unsure, but gives him his best puppy eyes, and takes his hand. And Kurt runs his finger over Blaine’s hand in a touching display of love, which they’re not afraid to display in the Lima Bean.

The first time 3:05

The build up was immense, the anticipation during the episode was building. Darren and Chris had hinted there was a lot more filmed than was shown, but with network restrictions and the fact that this is two teenage boys, the show handled it appropriately. As Kurt had talked about before, to him the touch of the finger tips was as sexy as it gets. So this scene, with the background music of One Hand, One Heart playing, and the lightest touch of their hands together is a great moment in the Klaine, and Glee story.

In McKinley corridor - On my way 3:14

So this one was the briefest of moments, after a cut scene where they discuss visiting Karofsky in hospital. But it’s probably my absolute favourite because it fulfills Kurt’s wish that he talked about in Grilled Cheesus, of walking down the corridor holding onto the hand of the person he loved. It’s after regionals, so maybe there’s not so many people around, but nevertheless, it’s Kurt fulfilling one his deepest wishes.

Lima Bean, Wonderful 4:21

Now correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this is the only time in season 4, that we see them holding hands (not including flashback). They’re only actually physically in eight episodes together (I include CWM scene). So this one is special. Kurt is freaking out over his dad’s health and there’s only one person that can provide the calm and reassurance that he needs, leading up to the appointment. And it’s a very touching moment, when they really don’t need to say anything to each other but the looks exchanged are enough to say a thousand lines of plot.

Walking together - New New York 5:14

Another simple screen moment, no words necessary, but again it says so much. This is the end of the episode - they’ve argued, they’ve worked out a solution, they’ve made up. They’re comfortable hand in hand and in love in New York, in a way they couldn’t have been in Lima. Blaine buys Kurt flowers - it’s the little things that show their romance and deep love. Again, we don’t get much hand holding in season 5.

A Wedding - 6:08

Again for this episode, I could pick a selection of hand holding. But I love this one. They’re back together, after a very traumatic time apart, and they’re not letting anything separate them now. It’s Kurt with his hands on Blaine’s, as he’s willing to show much more affection to him now than he had been for a long time. It’s what Blaine needs, and Kurt is aware he’s got to make the effort to supply that. Kurt wistfully looks around, it could have been us. And yes, very soon it will be.

Dreams come true 6:13

Ok, and the last one, hands held high in triumph, through the barriers: they did it, they got married, they’re happy, they’re having a baby, they have great careers. Fearlessly and forever.

Thank you this has been great fun!

#klaine #holding hands #season 2 to 6 #thanks for the ask

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twinkkurt · 2 years

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top 5 kurt outfits GO

Listen Kurt has so many outfits so I am actively trying not to just choose the ones with turtlenecks and tiny scarves

1. First because it’s my favorite, the Lima bean “working boy” outfit. Any time kurt wears a little hat and a little scarf I get heart eyes okay. I just know he threw on this little cap and a plain top so he could dress all proletariat at work, but then he couldn’t resist adding a scarf… I mean compare his outfit to this propaganda and tell me I’m wrong

2. The color block sweater and jeans during “Just The Way You Are.” I just love that sweater, and Kurt looks so good in slim turtleneck styles!! Him balancing it with the blue pants… perfect

3. This outfit, a fan favorite for good reason. The harness-like details on such a soft looking sweater, the skirt, the bag, he looks so comfy and yet still so ready to fight Mr. Schue

4. There is so much to love here. Kurt looks so good in these slim classy outfits, I love the print on the shirt and of course the tail!!

5. You see I just love when Kurt dresses like a queer-coded Leyendecker illustration and this is so much the epitome of that. A cape!! In Ohio!! The boots are so cute. I love the idea that Blaine actually does do equestrian sports and he sees Kurt dressed like this to glee club

#there’s seriously so many outfits #ask #Kurt Hummel #glee

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freddieslater · 2 years

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For the ship writing challenge, number 39 for Blam!

Blaine rolls his eyes because it's all he can do with Tina sometimes. He loves her, truly, with all of his heart, but she just doesn't really know when to stop sometimes.

"I can see that you still like him!" she insists, hands motioning wildly across the table at him; she leans so far across it that she's practically flat against it. "It's so obvious."

And this has been her favourite subject for the last two days since coming back to Lima for Homecoming. He was expecting Mike to be with her, but instead, she showed up alone, and Artie has been busy, so that has left her able to focus her full attention on him. And his love life.

He shakes his head and takes a drink of his coffee, but not before saying, "It's not obvious because I don't." He savours the few seconds of warm coffee, swallows it while Tina groans and drops her head onto the table, then casually adds, "I got over Sam years ago, I mean..."

He's completely lying, of course. Truthfully, he thought he had gotten over him, thought that his feelings for him were just a simple crush that manifested out of his loneliness and heartbreak over the first breakup with Kurt.

Even if, when they were all in New York, the best time he had was when he was with Sam. He was sure. Until he came back to Ohio and saw Sam again for the first time, and he realized that he never wanted to be apart from him again.

Tina's staring at him. He hadn't realized he had gone quiet, looking at the wall with a smile and a wistful glaze over his unfocused eyes. He blinks back to reality, then he rolls his eyes.

"We're just friends, Tina," he insists. "That's all. That's all we're ever going to be. So, stop trying to play cupid, okay?"

Tina smiles despite his slightly stern tone. She shakes her head slowly. "You really don't see it, do you?" She props her head up in the palm of her hand. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

She never stops. It's possible that a tiny part of him doesn't want her to; hearing her say that springs a drop of hope into his heart. Is she right? Oh god, is he just being too obvious and she's projecting that onto Sam as well? Or does he really look at him too?

"If you've forgotten, Sam's straight," Blaine points out, only even he doesn't sound convinced. "He knew I liked him back in senior year and he didn't like me back!"

Tina shrugs. "Maybe back then, but feelings can change. And, for the record, I'm pretty sure he just ever acted on anything between the two of you back in senior year because you had just broken up with Kurt and were still moping around about it!"

Blaine scoffs - except, she might actually be right. Sure, he was pretty much head-over-heels for Sam back then as well, but a lot of conversations did come back around to Kurt a lot of the time. Maybe he really did just make himself completely unapproachable romantically.

"You still tried with me," Blaine says, reaching for any possible holes in her logic. He simply can't let himself believe that maybe Sam likes him, too. "Why weren't you put off by my supposed moping then?"

Rolling her eyes, Tina waves him off. "Because I thought you'd get over him if you liked me instead. But Sam knew you needed the time to really get to a place where you were comfortable getting into another relationship without worrying that you were somehow betraying Kurt again."

"Did you talk to him about this or something?" Blaine suddenly asks, a touch accusingly.

But Tina shakes her head and says, "No, I just know my best friends really well. I was right about you still having feelings for him, wasn't I?"

Blaine just kind of shrugs but doesn't answer her. He might as well have, though, seeing as how he isn't exactly denying it. And she clearly takes it as a yes anyway.

As if sensing them talking about him, Sam walks into the Lima Bean at that exact moment. He spots them immediately - or he spots Blaine immediately, at least. His face splits into this big, dorky smile.

"Hey!" he mouths enthusiastically, giving a half-wave of his gloved hand. He winks at him, then he notices Tina and realizes he's still standing in the doorway.

He quickly holds up a finger to indicate he'll be over in just a second.

"And I am telling you," Tina says softly, lowering her voice as Sam hurries over to the line of two people waiting to be served, "he likes you, too. Just talk to him about it. You'll be surprised."

"And if you're wrong?" Blaine asks, his eyes never leaving Sam, watching him bounce on his heels with his hands in his pockets as he scans over the menu overhead. "What if he doesn't?"

He hears Tina take a deep breath, then gently say, "Then he stays just your best friend. I think it's still a pretty good deal."

#1908jmd #ask away earthlings!#glee #blam #blaine anderson #tina cohen-chang #ship drabble challenge #okay so this may have kinda also turned a little bit into:#blamtina #so sorry about that but I couldn't help it #I also had the urge to make this angstier and god do I still really want to do it so if it happens that #that particular number and ship end up in my inbox again I will most definitely write the angstier version #thank you so much for requesting one by the way it was a nice distraction! <3

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katyobsesses · 3 years

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Brittana + hot chocolate

Kadam + breakfast

Kadam + pillow

(Sorry I'm on a kadam kick 💛)

I love Kadam, glee did them dirty, I'm in the middle of reading a Kadam fic series actually! 💛

Brittana + Hot Chocolate:

Santana is actually really good at cooking and baking and stuff in the kitchen but she hides it because she doesn't want to be seen as a stereotypical girl.

But obviously Brittany knows this because she knows everything about Santana, and Brittany specifically knows she makes a mean hot chocolate, like completely from scratch with dark chocolate and heating the milk on the hob in a pan and everything, she also adds things, like chilli for a kick, or peppermint during christmas, or sometimes a shot of Bailey's.

(Brittany's not allowed in the kitchen after the incident where she lit the curtains on fire, hence the fondue machine in her bedroom lol)

Kadam + Breakfast:

Okay, so AU where Kurt never hooks up with Blaine at the wedding, they never get back together and Kadam continue on:

Kurt eventually begins to stay over at Adam's because it's closer to NYADA and not out in the middle of Brooklyn (that train journey into manhattan from bushwick is rediculous and I'm still flabberghasted over why Rachel and Kurt moved into that loft instead of an apartment near NYADA) And Adam, being the sweatheart he is, wakes him up with Breakfast in bed OR when Kurt wakes up first it's the other way around. Of course sometimes one of them wakes up while the other is making breakfast in the kitchen, but they always end up eating it in bed anyway

Adam's flat is a studio, so it's not like they have many other places to sit and eat it together anyway.

sometimes they'll splurge and go to SoHo for brunches.

Adam found this amazing little british tea/cafe/bakery place, that's really freaking british and has all of the home comforts he misses in the states. It's the only place he can find marmite and the right type of beans for beans on toast, so often they end up there on the weekends. (Kurt actually grows to love marmite, but they introduced it to Santana once and she though they were trying to poison her)

Kadam + Pillow

Adam has a lot of pillows on his bed because, well, it kinda doubles as a sofa in his tiny studio flat.

He used to just leave them on his small double bed (idk american bed sizes, it's the smallest one that can still concievably fit two people) because he didn't have someone else that needed the room. But now Kurt often spends the night so he and Kurt pile them on the floor next to the bed every night he stays over.

Kurt likes to pile them in rainbow order, even though they're mostly shades of red and blue with the occasional ochre. Like he piles them darkest to lightest whatever to make a nice gradient. (idk)

Kurt sleeps with one pillow (or with his head on his partner's chest a la boyfriend pillow), Adam has to have at least 3.

💛💛💛send me a ship and a word and i'll tell you some headcanons💛💛💛

#idk man #apparently I have thoughts?#i didn't even know i had these thoughts until i started writing them lol #kadam headcanons #kadam #adam crawford headcanon #kadam headcanon #kurt headcanon #brittany headcanon #santana headcanon #brittana headcanon #brittana

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parfaitkiwi · 3 years

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Carlos Rei-mon

I’ve decided to go for a bit of groaner on the titles for what is hopefully an interesting series (Could we call it a series? Who the heck knows. We’ll see, I guess).

If the reference isn’t clear, then first of all, sorry. Second of all, hold on to your pants, it’s coming.

Y’al know this guy?

Of course you do.

He’s an angel.

Recently, some of you learned for the first time that the aforementioned sweet li’l bean (the one and only Rei Kon) is voiced by Daniel DeSanto, who plays this less sweet li’l bean - Jason “The Muffin Butterer, Allegedly” from Mean Girls.

Someone in this God send of a fandom created an edit with the BBA boys and this exact scene, but I can’t remember who you are, nor can I find it :(.

Now, what someone you didn’t know, is that you can also hear the vocal stlyings of Daniel DeSanto AKA Rei Kon in the every classic Magic School Bus as none other than the pun maker-face palm inducer-all around funny guy, Carlos Ramon.

If you’re looking for an embarassig piece of trivia about moi, I had a heck of a crush on Carlos AND Rei....so this, as you can imagine, blew my 11 year old mind out of the water.

Note the Rei-esque colour palate, as well as his purple clad companion (Dorothy-Ann). I’ll let the shippers conspiracize (Is it a real word? Who knows. Not me).

If you’re still looking for a Rei-Voice fix and aren’t opposed to ingesting some potentially obscure but still iconic Canadian 90′s television, you can also see a bb Daniel DeSanto in Dudley the Dragon (He is in this very episode as a tiny, tiny, boy). This also blew my 11 year old mind, and I then took to watching episodes of this (despite being a healthy 5-6 years out of the target demo) because my dumb li’l 4 year old brain didn’t yet know Beyblade when I watched it the first time. I was also really weirded out that ACTORS COULD BE IN OTHER THINGS? ALSO HE HAS A PHYSICAL BODY?

Here he is dressed as kind of detective in aforementioned show:

Watch at your own risk. I have a nostalgic memory of this, but I also remember being afraid of it.....specifically of the episode where our boy and co stumble upon THIS SMOKING LEPRECHAUN. Why a leprechaun? Who knows. Why a smoking one? Double don’t know. My sincerest apologies to the great nation of Ireland. Tá brón orm, gach duine.

If you’re looking for some spooky time, though, the first big role that we can see the voice of our favourite long locked blader is as Tucker in Are You Afraid of the Dark?, a show that I am still too scared to watch (even though I’m fairly sure it’s not meant to be overly scary).

Other notable mentions include Brock from Braceface and Blaine from my personal favourite Totally Spies!, all the episodes of which have now been uploaded on their official channel and was at one point on at the same time as Beyblade on another network (I emailed both networks at the time, asking them to consider changing the time. They both refused).

Brock from Braceface

Blaine from Totally Spies!

That’s ya boi for you.

Should I do the rest?

#beyblade #Rei kon #Ray Kon #daniel desanto #Beyblade VA #the crossover between some of the VAs is wild #especially considering the age differences

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grlnxtdr30 · 3 years

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The Five Times Kurt Hummel Walked Away (And The One Time Blaine Pulled Him Back)

Day Six of the @klaineccfanficlibrary ‘s Valentine’s Challenge. The Song is You Are The Reason, by Leona Lewis and Calum Scott.

The Five Times Kurt Walked Away

(And The One Time Blaine Pulled Him Back)

1. Your friendship is precious to me.

There goes my heart beating

Cause you are the reason

I'm losing my sleep

Please come back now

…

Blaine couldn’t sleep. He was still thinking about what Kurt had said at the Lima Bean that afternoon, after the failed GAP Attack. How could Blaine not have realized that Kurt had feelings for him?

Kurt was amazing, and Blaine knew the older boy was destined for great things, and he loved having Kurt as his best friend. He didn’t want to lose that. They’d agreed to just be friends, but as the pale boy had walked away after they'd talked, Blaine could see a crack in Kurt’s usual Devil-may-care armor. He knew he’d broken something, but it was for the best, wasn’t it?

He’d rather keep their precious friendship, than ruin everything if they began dating, and then had a falling out.

…

2. Why do we always hurt the ones we care about the most?

Blaine could have kicked himself. Why had he called Kurt’s attempt at being sexy gas pains? He’d seen the sting in the glasz eyes as the other boy had withdrawn, and walked away. Great, now not only did Kurt believe he was forever in the ‘friend zone,’ he believed that Blaine would never find him attractive. Why did Blaine always have to say the wrong thing?

…

3. Don’t say goodbye.

There goes my mind racing

And you are the reason

That I'm still breathing

I'm hopeless now

…

Kurt was leaving. He was going back to McKinley, just as Blaine had finally given in and admitted that he had feelings for the auburn haired boy. Blaine knew he couldn’t make him stay. Kurt deserved to be happy, and he deserved to be with his friends in New Directions, and to go to Nationals in New York.

But why did it feel like Blaine couldn’t breathe as he watched the boy walk back to his group of friends and be pulled into a group hug?

…

4. If you love someone, let them go.

He knew Kurt felt trapped. The moment he’d gotten the rejection letter from NYADA, Blaine could see the hopelessness creeping up in those beautiful eyes. So he convinced him to go. Reminded him that he belonged in New York. He set him free, and watched him walk away, towards his dream.

Blaine tried to remind himself that it wasn’t forever. He’d be in New York in less than a year himself, and their relationship would be stronger for it.

5, Regrets, I’ve had a few.

There goes my hands shaking

And you are the reason

My heart keeps bleeding

I need you now

…

He’d ruined everything. One stupid decision, and he’d destroyed the most precious thing he’d ever had. Kurt would never forgive him. He saw the shattered pieces of their love, smashed into a million tiny bits in the tears that streamed down Kurt’s face before he’d turned and walked away.

How could he ever repair this?

…

+1. Carpe Diem

If I could turn back the clock

I'd make sure the light defeated the dark

I'd spend every hour, of every day

Keeping you safe

…

Kurt was shaking his head. “This is crazy! We can’t just...Blaine?”

Blaine just looked at him for a moment, a mixture of confusion, and hope, uncertainty and daring filling him. He’d let Kurt walk away before, but this time was different. He was willing to plead and fight for them this time. He didn’t want Kurt to walk away again. He wanted him to stay, forever.

“Let’s do it.”

“Blaine?” Kurt asked again, but this time Blaine could hear the spark of...something, in the other man’s voice. Hope? Wanting? Fear? Blaine didn’t know.

“I love you, Kurt, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you want me, too.”

The pale man was silent for so long, Blaine couldn’t breath, but when he did speak, the two words changed his life forever.

“I do.”

…

And I'd climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I've broken

Oh, cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

I don't wanna fight no more

I don't wanna hide no more

I don't wanna cry no more

Come back I need you to hold me

(You are the reason)

Come a little closer now

Just a little closer now

Come a little closer

I need you to hold me tonight

I'd climb every mountain

And swim every ocean

Just to be with you

And fix what I've broken

Cause I need you to see

That you are the reason

#klaineccvalentines2021 #Klaine #Valentine's Challenge #2021

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akfanficlove · 4 years

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“Navy blue” - #SeblaineWeek2020

Written for Seblaine Week 2020 – Dalton

The AU where Blaine returns to Dalton because let’s be honest, it’s what should’ve happened after the breakup. Plus, the steroids-thing never happened because how ridiculous was that? Check out all of my other Seblaine-stories here at AO3 :)

“Don’t you dare, Jeffrey!” Sebastian’s voice echoes through the halls. “Don’t you dare cry! I swear to God, man the fuck up and stop behaving like a little pussy if someone only as much as looks at you the wrong way.”

“Okay, okay, why don’t we all calm down a little?”, Nick says, stepping between a frowning Sebastian and Jeff whose lips are trembling. “Jeff, we know you try your best, just keep working, you’ll be fine. Okay? Maybe we should all take 5, especially you, Sebastian. You’ve been an ass all week.”

Sebastian huffs. All week? More like 10 days. Since the day his beautiful plan of luring a certain ex-Warbler back home, back to the group, back to his brothers, failed. His advances dismissed just like the navy blue blazer by hazel eyes that used to be light and sparkling but became more dull and sad during the past months. Sebastian hated it. He hated him. And most of all he hated how much he still cared.

Sure, to Hunter he sold it as a solid plan to win the next show choir competition, Blaine Anderson having more talent in his pinky toe than all of Ohio’s artists combined but in reality? If he was completely honest, he missed him, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone. He is no fool, Trent probably has a shrine build for, quote, “the Blaine Anderson” but he is not that desperate. He has plenty of fun without Blaine. Or, well, he used to. Back then when they bonded over awful coffee and navy blue with red piping, but enduring the bad coffee was okay because Blaine liked it, Blaine laughed about his usual rant and his eyes were warm and honest and lovely – wait, what? Lovely? Okay, he is not a blushing teenage girl, he cannot say things like that, or even think them, for that matter.

Besides that Blaine somehow was a blushing teenage girl or, well, boy, technically. That whole bashful schoolboy thing he didn’t know he was doing? Usually not Sebastian’s style. But on Blaine? Super hot. Sometimes when he was in bed late at night, he wondered how far down this blush went on, how it would feel if he traced it with his fingertips and that thought alone leaves him hot and panting as his own hand trails down his body and he imagines it’s Blaine’s. When it comes to that, he is every way the teenage boy his 17 years of life make him… Get yourself together, Smythe!

He made a mistake, he apologized and maybe Blaine had even forgiven him a little but things never went back to how they were before. Blaine never smiled at him like that again, he thought Blaine never really smiled anymore at anyone but that didn’t make it any less painful. Not that he could really make this assumption, they barely see each other anymore. Not since the mistake.

The only time he saw glimpses of the old Blaine, Blaine Warbler, king of Dalton, was exactly 10 days ago when they started singing “Dark Side” and Blaine buttoned up the blazer. Blaine who jumped on furniture. Blaine who sang his heart out standing in the center of the stage, or, well, their choir room. Blaine whose eyes seemed a little more vibrant, alive with each word and note. Blaine in navy blue with red piping – pretty similar to the Blaine who was leaning into the doorway frame right now, hands tucked in grey slacks, feet wrapped in black dress shoes, crossed one over the other at the ankle and what the hell?

Sebastian shakes his head and closes his eyes. He is going crazy, his fantasies sneaking into reality because, oh boy, how often did he imagine that tiny frame wrapped in navy blue, red and grey, bent over a couch, a dresser, a table in the library. When he opens his eyes again – it might’ve only been fractions of a second but it sure felt like minutes – Blaine is still there, all prim and proper, still dressed in Dalton’s school uniform. Their eyes meet and if Sebastian was into cheesiness he might’ve been tempted to say that it feels like time stands still. Then he sees the shy smile on Blaine’s lips and the hope and fear in Blaine’s eyes. It’s all it takes to shake him out of his state of mind.

“If you’re trying to spy on us, Killer, you are doing an awful job blending in, even with that uniform.” Sebastian gets up, casually making his way over to where Blaine is now standing straight, every other boy’s attention on him. “Everyone in these holy halls remembers the Blaine Anderson, you can’t really hide –“, Sebastian stops right in front of Blaine, towering over him, so Blaine has to look up to him with those eyes, gosh, those pretty, pretty eyes, full of uncertainty but also full of, what, hope? Fear? Hope and fear? “I’d recognize that ass even in slacks with a blazer trying to cover it up”, he says with his voice lowered.

The room is silent for a while, Blaine staring into Sebastian’s eyes until he takes a deep breath and says the absolutely last thing Sebastian would’ve expected: “I’m not here to spy on you, Sebastian. I’m not part of the New Directions anymore. I can’t be because”, another deep breath, “I don’t go to school there anymore. I’m back at Dalton, for good, and I’d like to audition for the Warblers.” Sebastian can only blink, his brain unable to cope with the information. Back at Dalton. Blaine is back at Dalton. And he’d like to audition. What?

After several seconds (minutes?) of silence, Blaine follows with a simple “Please” to the group standing behind Sebastian. He is not only asking Sebastian as Captain, he is asking the group he abandoned in favor of chasing a love that, in the end, shattered him again. He is asking his brothers who once picked up the pieces of his broken self when the broken bones had already healed, to do it again. He is asking to come home to a place where he always belonged and, more importantly, where he always felt like belonging.

“Oh my god, yes!” Trent is the first to break the silence and it’s like those four words break down all the walls, Blaine finds himself wrapped in friends and hugs and “Man, we missed you”s. Hunter smiles almost genuinely when he extends his hand, shaking Blaine’s and saying something, probably something like “No need to try out, Anderson, you’re in” but Sebastian doesn’t hear a word he says, still standing on the same spot, frozen.

And then Blaine turns around, looks up to him with a smile Sebastian recognizes immediately. It’s the same fond smile Blaine had when he told Sebastian about the secret Warbler traditions he didn’t know about yet. The smile when he finally agreed that, yes, okay, fine, The Flash is hotter than Superman, chill. The smile Blaine had when Sebastian complained about Lima Bean coffee again and drank it nonetheless. Something inside of Sebastian stirs, a warmth spreading from his stomach to his fingertips and toes, a wide smile spreading on his face he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. It’s his eyes, Sebastian thinks, his eyes so full of joy and relief and excitement that have Sebastian surging forward, hugging the boy tight. He stills sees the pain hidden behind wide smiles and relaxation, feels the way his body is still tense in some places but he also feels Blaine’s hands resting on his back, rumpling the navy blue fabric and he never wants to let go. Has the sudden urge to hold this beautiful boy, hide him from the world so no one could ever hurt him again, safe and sound in their own little world. It’s cheesy and he almost wants to vomit when he thinks it, but it’s true anyway. He slowly pulls back, reluctant to let go and maybe he feels Blaine hesitate, too.

“Blaine Warbler, our lost sheep, has returned home, guys! Welcome back to the team, B…”, he says and, wait, what’s with the nickname, but then Blaine blushes and averts his eyes and what exactly was he just thinking about?

“Thank you, guys... Damn, I’m glad I’m back, I missed this.” Then, Blaine is talking, something about Grease and superheroes, about filling out papers and explaining to his parents, about moving into the dorms soon and starting school at Dalton again in a few weeks after break. All the time standing so close to Sebastian that he can feel his body heat, smell his cologne and something like coffee and raspberries, all the time with Sebastian’s hand on his lower back, feeling the press of his fingers against the navy blue blazer, his plain white dress shirt, his tan skin underneath. And somehow, it grounds him. Both of them.

#seblaine week #2020 #seblaine #dalton #dalton au #what we all deserved because it made way more sense #blaine anderson #sebastian smythe #back to school #return home

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klaineanummel · 4 years

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looking for something that’ll (never) come 2/6

Blaine Anderson-Chang knows that his crush on his brother’s best friend, straight football star Kurt Hummel, is foolhardy. But every now and then Kurt gives him a look and Blaine can’t help but wonder.

Welcome to chapter two!! This chapter is quite heavy on the Seblaine, but it's the only chapter of the story where Sebastian makes a physical appearance. Thanks so much for your comments so far <3 They mean so much!!

Sebastian texts Blaine that very night, informing him that he’s very eager to meet up and get to know him a little, and asking if he’d be open to getting coffee that Friday. Just two days away.

Blaine agrees, then spends the rest of the night freaking out about it in his group chat with Sam and Tina.

Both of them think it’s a great thing. Sam tells him that it’ll be a good way to distract himself from Kurt, and Tina unhelpfully chimes in that since prom is two weeks away there’s still time to invite Sebastian as his date if things go well.

Blaine wants to agree with them. He knows they’re being logical, that they’re just looking out for him, but he’s also having a bit of a hard time imagining going to the prom with some guy he’s never even met. Especially since basically all of his prom-related fantasies so far have been about Kurt asking him to dance and then admitting that he’s madly in love with him while they’re on the dance floor.

Which, of course, is unrealistic, and that’s the point he supposes. Because no matter how much he wonders and hopes, at the end of the day Kurt is still straight, and Blaine is still very much a boy. It’s not going to happen, and he’s known it since the day he started to realize he’d developed feelings for his brothers best friend. He needs to accept it.

Especially since now he has a guy who actually likes guys and seems to like him wanting to go on a date with him.

He falls asleep that night telling himself that this will be a good thing, knowing full-well that he doesn’t believe it for a second.

The days leading up to his date with Sebastian are weird. Mostly because Kurt is weird.

He isn’t ignoring Blaine, per say, but he also isn’t seeking him out. He doesn’t stop to talk to him when they pass each other in the hallway, and at lunch he doesn’t try and convince Blaine to join them at the football table. He just nods and waves, or says a quick, “Hey,” and is on his way.

The hopeful part of Blaine keeps whispering that maybe, maybe, maybe, but he tells it to shut up. Kurt’s been weird around him forever, even before Blaine started to like him. He’s not about to suddenly develop feelings for Blaine, especially not feelings deep enough to evoke this kind of jealous reaction.

Maybe he’s annoyed about Blaine saying that he’s more Mike’s friend. Maybe Kurt took it to mean that Blaine doesn’t consider them friends.

Or, maybe Kurt is in a fight with Finn (a very common occurrence) and took Blaine agreeing to be set up with Finn’s friend as Blaine siding with Finn.

Or, maybe he’s just stressed about the upcoming football game, or any of the other dozen logical explanations that Blaine forces himself to come up with to shut up the tiny voice in his head whispering that it’s because Blaine is going on a date with someone else.

Either way, by the time school ends on Friday, Blaine feels weird.

Not weird enough to cancel the date, but still weird.

“Hey, baby,” Mama J is waiting for him in the parking lot a block down from the school. She greets him with a hug and a quick kiss to the top of his head. “You okay? You looked deep in thought there.”

Blaine shrugs, heading toward the passenger door. “Just thinking about later.”

She grins, “That’s right! Your big date is tonight.”

They both step into the car, and Blaine sighs. “Mom don’t get too excited. I don’t even know this guy.”

“I know, I know, but come on honey, it’s your first date. I’m allowed to be a little excited about it.”

He rolls his eyes but smiles as he does it. “I guess it’s better than Mama P wanting to threaten him with grandpa’s old shotgun.”

Mama J rolls her eyes as she starts the car. “Oh, ignore your mother, she’s just upset that this means you’re not a baby anymore. She did the same thing when Mike started going out with Mercedes, and now look, she adores her.”

Blaine chuckles, remembering how yes, in fact, Mama P had also wanted to threaten Mercedes when Mike admitted they’d been out on a couple dates and that he was going to ask her to be his girlfriend. Mama J, on the other hand, had been just as excited about Mike beginning to date as she seems to be about Blaine doing so.

His phone dings, and he sees that it’s a text from Sebastian with a picture attached. He opens it to find a selfie of an admittedly cute guy, captioned with Can’t wait to see you in a few hours! This is what I look like, in case you forgot ;)

“Is that him?” Mama J asks.

“Yeah,” Blaine says, texting Sebastian back saying that he’s looking forward to it as well. “He just sent me a picture so I’d be able to recognize him.”

“Oh, let me see!” She immediately snatches the phone out of his hand.

“Mom, oh my god, you’re driving,” Blaine says, eyes widening as she looks at the picture, eyes continuously flicking back to the road.

“I can multitask, baby,” she says. She looks a bit longer, then tosses the phone back to Blaine. “Huh.”

Blaine frowns. “What’s ‘huh’? What does that mean?”

She shrugs, suddenly very invested in keeping her focus on the road. “Nothing.”

“Mom.”

She glances at him briefly. “It’s just… He looks a little like Kurt, don’t you think?”

Blaine’s lips immediately press tight together. He pulls the picture back up, looking at it a little closer. At the angular face, the upswept light brown hair, the hint of freckles across his nose.

Shit.

“Oh my god,” Blaine closes his eyes, bringing his phone up to his chest.

“It’s okay, though!” Mama J quickly says. “Maybe it’s just the picture.”

It’s not, though. Because now that she says it, he specifically remembers seeing a Dalton player that he thought looked like Kurt, and he remembers thinking he was cute, but that Kurt was way cuter.

Shit.

He takes a deep breath, then says, “It’s fine.”

“Baby—”

“Really, Mom. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m kind of nervous enough already.”

She nods, and after a few moments of silence she turns on the radio.

Well.

He feels even weirder now.

Sebastian wanted to meet at the Lima Bean, which is thankfully within walking distance of Blaine’s house. Meaning neither of his moms, or Mike, need to drive him, meaning they can’t linger and watch him during any part of this.

Mama J still gets emotional, telling him he looks really nice, and Mama P reminds him to be careful and that if, “that boy tries absolutely anything I will hunt him down myself.” Mike just gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Blaine texts Sam and Tina the entire way there, letting their excitement over this pump him up and distract him from the fact that he’s trying to move on from Kurt with a guy who looks like he could be Kurt’s cousin.

When he arrives at the coffee shop, he immediately sees Sebastian sitting inside. He’s still wearing his Dalton uniform, which makes Blaine look down at his own carefully picked out outfit with a frown, but he also has two cups of coffee sitting in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine pushes the door open and walks in.

Within ten minutes, all of Blaine’s worries have flown out the window.

For one, Sebastian doesn’t look that much like Kurt this close as he had on the football field, nor like he’d looked in the picture. And whatever similarities they have disappear in Blaine’s mind as they talk and it becomes crystal clear that their personalities are absolute opposites.

Sebastian is cocky and a little bit pretentious, but just enough to interest Blaine instead of turn him off. He talks like a kid who’s gone to private school his entire life, and actually engages Blaine when he talks about what he’s learning in English and History class instead of trying to get him to shut up like most of his friends do. He doesn’t tease Blaine for liking to study, or for having mostly academically focused goals. And, when he eats his biscotti, he finishes chewing before he speaks.

But, most importantly, he doesn’t confuse Blaine.

There has not been a single second since Blaine sat down that he hasn’t felt Sebastian’s interest. It’s almost palpable. It’s in the way he watches Blaine, the way he listens. How he compliments him every other second, and occasionally says, “I really can’t believe how much hotter you are than I remember.”

How he plays with Blaine’s foot under the table, and, as the date goes on, starts to trail said foot up Blaine’s calf.

It’s intoxicating. Being wanted. Blaine’s never been wanted this obviously by anybody before.

It envelops him.

Which is why he’s more than happy to agree when Sebastian asks if he wants to go for a drive. “This place is starting to get a little stuffy, I think,” he says, foot rubbing up Blaine’s calf slowly.

He stands up with Sebastian, heart warming at how the taller boy immediately reaches out to take his hand. He lets Sebastian lead him out of the shop and to his car, heart hammering in his chest.

He wonders if Sebastian is planning to kiss him.

He kind of hopes that he is.

He gets in the passenger seat of Sebastian’s car. He glances at the backseat, and immediately notices that it’s spotless. No McDonald’s bags or cups thrown around, no Cheeto dust stains on the seats, no heap of dirty laundry taking up one of the seats.

He shakes his head, forcing the comparison out of his mind. Even if he’s favoring Sebastian with it, he knows it’s not good to compare him to Kurt in any way.

Instead, he forces himself to focus on how Sebastian tells him about this little park he found after the game a few weeks ago, and how as soon as he’d seen it, he knew he wanted to take someone special there. It’s easy to focus on that, especially when Sebastian smiles at him and then leans over and places his hand just above Blaine’s knee, making it more than clear that he’s the special someone he’s referring to.

His hand is a warm, constant presence on Blaine’s leg the entire ride, and it makes Blaine’s heart rate speed up.

He’s definitely going to kiss me.

It takes about ten minutes to get from the Lima Bean to the park. It’s small, like Sebastian said, mostly trees and grass, with a tiny pond near the center.

It’s also completely deserted.

Sebastian takes his hand off of Blaine’s leg to undo their seatbelts (and something about the way that Sebastian unclicks Blaine’s seatbelt makes his stomach do a flip), then turns to him with a mischievous smile.

“So,” he says, glancing around. “This is it.”

Blaine nods, looking out the front window to the park in front of them. “It’s really nice. Peaceful.”

“Yeah,” Sebastian says.

Blaine turns back to him with a smile. “Do you want to walk around a bit?”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow at him, smile growing a little. “Not yet,” he says.

Blaine is about to ask what he means by that, but then Sebastian is leaning forward, hand going back to Blaine’s thigh, higher this time, and pressing their lips together.

It’s basically everything Blaine dreamed his first kiss would be. It’s soft, tender, slow. Sebastian doesn’t deepen it yet, just presses their lips together gently. It’s totally and completely perfect.

(Well. Almost. But he pushes that thought away).

When Sebastian pulls away, it’s with a, “God, you’re so hot,” before he leans back in, bringing a hand up to cup the back of Blaine’s head so that he can angle their second kiss better.

This one is harder, deeper, and Blaine lets himself be swept away by it. He lets Sebastian lead, lets him move Blaine’s head however he wants it, lets him slide his tongue into Blaine’s mouth when he tries.

“Just,” Sebastian whispers, separating briefly before kissing Blaine a third time. “So hot,” a fourth kiss follows, and Blaine is pretty sure that he’s starting to lose some brain cells.

How do people do this all the time?

“Your mouth,” Sebastian says after they part again, bringing his hand from the back of Blaine’s head to his jaw, cupping it and bringing his thumb up to rub against Blaine’s lips.

As though it’s the most natural thing in the world, Blaine finds himself sucking Sebastian’s thumb into his mouth. It’s clearly the right move, because Sebastian’s eyes close and he groans, head falling back ever so slightly.

Encouraged, Blaine swirls his tongue over the tip of Sebastian’s thumb, and that just makes Sebastian moan a little louder.

Sebastian’s eyes flutter open, and he slips his thumb out of Blaine’s mouth. “Do you want to?”

Blaine nods immediately, brain not fully understanding the question. Still, he’s hard in his jeans, and he really wants Sebastian to kiss him again, and at this point he’s pretty sure that he would let Sebastian do anything he wanted.

Sebastian grins at Blaine’s assent and leans forward to kiss him again, and it’s so, so wonderful. Blaine wonders how he’s managed to live seventeen years without experiencing this, because it really is one of the best feelings in the world.

He hears the sound of metal clinking together and pulls away from the kiss with a wet smack of his lips. Following the source of the sound, he looks down and sees Sebastian has just finished undoing his belt and is now popping the button on his jeans.

Blaine’s heart speeds up. He hadn’t thought this far, not at all, but he just told Sebastian he wanted to, and he knows he can back out because he really hadn’t understood, not really, but his cock is so hard in his jeans, and Sebastian’s is too, he can see it as Sebastian lowers his zipper, bulging against his underwear and oh god, oh god…

Sebastian manages to lower his jeans and underwear down just enough to free his cock and balls, and Blaine feels his own cock jump in his jeans at the sight. It’s nice, honestly, nicer than Blaine’s own, and nowhere near as intimidating as he always imagined it would be.

He must be too quiet for too long, because Sebastian brings his hand back up to Blaine’s chin, frowning. “Hey,” he says. “I know you said yes before, but if you don’t want to…”

Blaine’s eyes fall back down to Sebastian’s dick and he licks his lips nervously. The action causes Sebastian’s cock to twitch, and the sight of it causes Blaine’s cock to do the same.

“Blaine,” he forces himself to look up and into Sebastian’s eyes. Sebastian looks at him steadily and asks, “Do you want to?”

There’s no doubt anymore. No questions about what he means. Blaine is now fully and completely aware of the situation, no longer overwhelmed by the feeling of kissing another boy for the first time in his life.

He licks his lips again and then, in a moment of complete clarity, replies with a soft, “Yes.”

#klaineanummel fic #klaine fic #klaine au #klaine #multi chapter #lfstnc

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spaceorphan18 · 4 years

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in season 6, during “a wedding” when they show kurt having coffee with walter and then him telling him he’s going to the wedding with blaine and then they have a montage of kurt running to profess his love, what’s the timeline of that? Like was it Walters words that inspired Kurt to go to Blaine right after or was the story not being told linearly and was it told in montage merely to express emotional impact and show what happened already?

Yeah, this is kinda wonky with the way they edited together. According to the script, however, Kurt goes to talk to Walter first, then runs off to find Blaine.

I do wish the Walter thing had happened second, because I think that does make more sense? But alas, the script is more straightforward about it.

Anyway - my own headcanon....

I don’t think there’s that much time between that double date Kurt and Walter went on with Rachel and Sam and when he runs to Blaine. My guess is that date happened -- Kurt knows something’s up with Blaine, but still goes ahead with it - and as much as he enjoys Walter’s company, he’s not Blaine.

Then over the course of the next day or so -- helping Brittany and Santana build their wedding barn, and between probably reading in between the lines of what Blaine’s saying, understands that he and Karofsky are probably done and that Blaine wants more than friendship again.

There was a tiny bit more in the script with Brittany and Kurt -- Brittany insinuating that it must be hard for him to help her plan her wedding when he had a failed one of his own -- which gets Kurt thinking about how he’d probably rather be with Blaine instead of with Walter. This is the part of the episode I’m endlessly annoyed with -- in good writing, characters need motivation and/or a catalyst to do the next thing. And while Kurt motivation, there isn’t a clear catalyst point for him to finally break it off with Walter and run back to Blaine.

It’s messy writing - the whole episode is - which is unfortunate as this is essentially the ending of the Klaine story, but ah well. Things won’t change, so I’ll just be married to my own headcanons on it.

Anyway - Kind of reassured that Blaine will probably take him back, Kurt goes to talk with Walter and the whole ‘I’m going with Blaine’ thing is probably a lie and wishful thinking. (Or maybe they did talk about going together - and there’s a missing scene somewhere in another draft.) Anyway, that’s his way of breaking off the non-thing he had with Walter. Walter’s remarkably cool about it -- and, tells Kurt to go live while he’s young (and is a metaphor for the writers telling all the young gay tadpoles to go live, too, cause this is their time -- this whole episode is more of commentary to young queer folks than it is about the characters in the story - but I digress.)

So, Kurt checks outta the Lima Bean pretty hard and runs to Blaine’s apt, which I’m assuming isn’t far away - the both of them having gotten over some of their baggage and being on the same page in life again, kiss and make up and go off and get married ;)

Hopefully that helps!

#that's how s.o. sees it #Anonymous

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blurglesmurfklaine · 4 years

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Christmas Eve With You (Let It Snow)

Summary: It's Christmas Eve in Lima Ohio, and Kurt has a lot to do: find the perfect gift for his dad, make a life changing decision, and--after an unexpected turn of events--escort pop star Blaine Anderson around town. You know, the usual...Based off of Netflix's Let It Snow

A/N: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, and Happy Kwanzaa to you all!! I personally celebrate Christmas and it's my favorite holiday and I've never written a Christmas Rom-Com AU so I decided last minute to write one lol. Relatively short, part one today, part two to come hopefully before the New Year!

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Congratulations!

We are delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into the New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. With an acceptance rate of less than 4%, NYADA is one of the top tier schools for those wishing to perfect their

Kurt tore his eyes away from the page and slowly drew in a deep breath. He didn’t need to keep reading. He had practically memorized the damn thing in the first hour he opened the envelope. He began folding up the acceptance letter for what must have been the hundredth time and opened his desk drawer, tucking the letter underneath some old papers where his dad would never find it.

He pulled on his coat and any other winter wear necessary to make the freezing train ride to the swap meet bearable.

He would probably come home later and read the letter just one more time, scouring it to see if it had the answer he needed, but right now he had an elf to find.

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“I’m looking for a Townhouse Moments Christmas Elf number forty-three.” Kurt explained to the man at the swap meet while this year’s crappy pop Christmas song played on in the background. “I ordered it online ahead of time, but they gave me number forty-two.”

The vendor simply looked at him with an almost bored (and definitely condescending) expression. “Listen, kid. You and every other collector out here are looking for this guy, and I don’t have him. You’re not gonna find it. Not on Christmas Eve.”

Kurt sighed, the background song seeming even more annoying than usual. Seriously, the swap meet couldn’t find any holiday music better than some lame Blaine Anderson single? “Look, I really need this figurine. My dad’s Christmas kind of depends on it.” He explained desperately.

The vendor shook his head. “Like I said, I can’t help you.”

Kurt angrily huffed and shoved the figurine he’d brought with him back in his pocket. “Merry Christmas,” he muttered under his breath before heading back to the train station.

At least the train had a stop near the Lima Bean. There was nothing quite like sitting with a warm cup of coffee in your hands while watching the snow fall down through the frosted windows.

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Blaine stepped up from the platform onto the train, immediately searching for a seat in an area that wouldn’t be too crowded. He rarely got a chance to walk through the world without being gawked at like some Zoo animal, and he wasn’t about to have that ruined by an overexcited fan.

It’s not that he wasn’t grateful for everything his fans provided him, but sometimes it got to be a bit much and he needed a moment to just… retract from all the pandemonium.

He finally spotted a somewhat secluded area and headed towards it. Before he could make it, though, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out from behind him.

Blaine sighed before reluctantly turning around to face a boy, probably around his age, with pale skin and a nose slightly pinked by the cold they both just entered from.

The boy looked slightly startled, as if he had just realized who Blaine was, but remained calm.

“Look,” Blaine started. “I really don’t feel like taking any pictures right now.”

The boy pursed his lips and glared at Blaine. He then extended his hand out and Blaine looked down to see he was just returning his phone that must have fallen out of his coat pocket.

“You dropped this,” the stranger said with a bit of sting in his voice as he shoved the phone back into Blaine’s grasp.

“Oh,” Blaine replied lamely. “Sorry, I—“

Mystery boy scoffed and held up a hand to silence him. “Don’t bother.” He muttered, then turned around to find a seat.

Fair enough, Blaine thought.

Just as Blaine was about to head back to find a seat of his own, the boy whipped around, apparently not quite done with him yet. “And by the way,” he began. “You don’t even know anything about me. I don’t care for your trashy pop music, I’m not one of your Blaineiacs who swoons at just the mention of your name, and I’m definitely not the type of person who would just throw myself at someone just because they’re famous.”

“I never said—“

Once again, Blaine was cut off, but not by the (admittedly attractive) boy. The train suddenly jerked forward and the momentum sent the strange boy flying backwards into Blaine’s unsteady arms.

Blaine felt his breath hitch, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all. He looked down and caught the boy’s gaze, realizing he had some of the clearest crystal blue eyes Blaine had ever seen. Awesome. The universe throws a super cute guy into your arms and it’s someone who thinks you’re a complete asshole.

As soon as it happened, it was over. Before either of them knew it, the train was on its way, steady enough so that the pale boy had the balance necessary to shoot himself out of Blaine’s arms like a repelling magnet.

His face flushed bright red and he gaped at Blaine for a moment. “I–That wasn’t—that was the train,” he said in a huff before whipping around and heading to his seat on the other side of the train car.

Blaine followed him with his eyes the entire time.

***

Not even ten minutes into the ride, Kurt felt the train slowly come crawling to a stop. “No,” he pleaded under his breath. “Please, no, we’re so close to the Lima Bean,” he whined.

But sure enough, the conductor’s voice came over the intercom and loudly announced that the train would be stalled indeterminately due to the recent snowfall.

Kurt sighed and looked longingly out the window towards the Lima Bean. This was ridiculous, he could see the rooftop to his favorite coffee shop just over the snow-covered hill. There was no reason he couldn’t make it there without incident.

He drew in a steadying breath before standing up and heading towards the doors. Unfortunately, before he could completely escape the defective cab, another figure came up in front of him and unintentionally blocked his path.

It so happened to be none other than the Blaine Anderson. Of course it was Blaine. Of course it was the idiot celebrity who thought everything revolved around him.

“You headed to that coffee shop, too?” Blaine asked without turning back to look at Kurt, using his clover hand to block out the morning sun as he stared off into the distance.

Anderson only kept trucking on forward as Kurt followed his lead—coincidentally, of course.

“I’m not following you,” he felt compelled to say. “I also just want a decent cup of coffee.”

Blaine gave him a charmingly warm smile and hopped off the platform into the soft snow. “Of course. Then, I suppose, you wouldn’t mind keeping me company.”

Kurt followed his lead and hopped off the train, beginning to trudge through the snow after Blaine—again, completely by chance that they were headed in the same direction.

“Fine. Just know that this is completely coincidental!”

“Deal.”

***

“Deal,” Blaine said. “So, uh, do I get your name? I mean, it’s only fair since you already know mine.”

“Yeah, because everybody knows your name, right?”

“I–no-! That’s not what I meant…”

The pale boy narrowed his eyes slightly at him and looked him up and down like he was deciding whether or not to trust him. “Kurt,” he finally answered. “Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine extended his hand out and Kurt stared at it for a second before taking it. “Blaine Anderson—because I’m not going to assume anybody knows my name anymore.” Blaine noticed the corner of Kurt’s mouth twitch up, barely noticeable. “Nice to meet you, Kurt.”

They walked on for a few moments in silence before Kurt spoke up again. “Why did you even take the train into town?” He asked.

Blaine shrugged. “I wanted to get away from the tour bus for a while. It felt real being in there. Surrounded by real people.”

Kurt chortled. “If the train made you feel real, the Lima Bean is gonna blow your mind.”

***

Kurt and Blaine stood in front of the long awaited coffee shop, both staring up at the broken and incomplete sign at the top of the building. The worn out block green letters should have obviously spelled out “LIMA BEAN”, but time and weather had taken out the L.

“Say it to yourself,” Kurt instructed Blaine. “Out loud.”

“Ima Bean?” Blaine said questioningly.

“I’m A Bean.” Kurt said dismally. “Because nobody in this town is—or ever will be—anything but a tiny bean in the universe… at least, that’s what we would say growing up.”

“That’s… morbid.”

Kurt simply shrugged before heading in through the doors. “It’s the truth,” he grumbled, remembering the letter burning a hole in his desk drawer and knowing he could never ever let it see the light of day again.

The Lima Bean was empty for the time being, but Kurt knew it would be filled with McKinley high teens in no time.

The couple silently made their way to the counter and Blaine took note of the barista who was… not exactly someone he imagined to be working at a coffee shop, but a job was a job he supposed. The barista had his head down, showcasing his unique haircut (a mohawk) while he began to take their orders.

“Welcome to the Lima Bean,” he sighed before slowly upturning his head. “What can I…” Just as Kurt had expected, Puck’s eyes grew wide upon seeing Blaine. “Get for you today…”

“Uh, Puck.” Kurt started timidly. “This is Blaine… I didn’t expect you to be here, I thought you’d be preparing for your long awaited Christmas Eve Rager?”

Puck pouted. “Uh, yeah… so my parents flight was delayed ‘cause of the snow, and they caught me setting up for the party. Decided I should come to work instead. But!” He held up his index finger and his face lit up. “I convinced Sam to let me have it here! So if you’re free tonight, just come on down to I’m A Bean.”

Kurt stifled a laugh at his friend’s wild antics. “Sure thing, Puck. Though, at this point,” he jerked his head towards Blaine. “I don’t know where this day will take me.”

“Been there… anyways, what’ll it be?”

***

“Order for Kurt!” Puck called out.

It was both their orders, but they’d decided it’d be best if they didn’t use Blaine’s name. It turned out to be a good call considering the fact that a group of Titans and Cheerios walked in as soon as Kurt and Blaine sat down.

Kurt got up and shortly returned with their coffees and pastries.

“Are you going to actually finish all that?” Kurt asked, referring to the small mountain of food Blaine had ordered including a tomato and mozzarella panini, a snowman cookie, a breakfast biscuit, and his medium drip.

“Yeah, I don’t like to waste food. It’s like a charity thing for me.” At Kurt’s unamused look, Blaine rolled his eyes and gave his real explanation. “We uh, didn’t grow up with a lot. It feels kind of wrong to throw out a meal when I remember the days we didn’t get one.”

After a moment of processing, “Oh…” was all Kurt could pathetically offer, suddenly feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.

Here he’d been, making assumptions about Blaine when he really didn’t know anything about him. Kind of the way certain football players would do to Kurt.

Okay, so Blaine had kind of come off as a presumptuous dick, but now Kurt realized he himself was making that same mistake.

He watched as Blaine took a bite of the panini and the too full sandwich overflowed with cheese into Blaine’s upper lip. Kurt giggled. “You’ve got a little…” he pointed to his own mouth, trying to point out the stained area on Blaine’s face.

Blaine stuck out his tongue, but completely missed the area. “Did I get it?”

“Not at all,” Kurt laughed again. “But I’ll go grab you some napkins, your royal highness.”

As Kurt was standing up, Blaine opened his mouth to contest before noting the playful look on the other boy’s face.

“And add some more creamer to this bad boy while I’m up,“ He said, gesturing to his half full coffee.

Kurt was nearly to the condiment table when a hauntingly familiar figure blocked his path.

“Where you going off to, fairy boy?”

“Merry Christmas to you, too, Azimio,” Kurt scoffed, trying to side step his long time tormentor.

Azimio followed Kurt’s move, leaving him in the same position he was not a moment ago. “Heard my boy Karofsky’s got a boyfriend over at Thurston high now.”

“Good for him.”

“That’s the farthest thing from good, my man. If it weren’t for you turnin him gay, we’d still have a winning offensive line.”

“I really don’t have any time for this,” Kurt lamented.

“Not so tough without your army brother to protect you, huh?”

Kurt opened his mouth to explain that he didn’t need anyone to protect him, but was immediately silenced by Azimio suddenly slapping the cup out of Kurt’s hand. Kurt flinched as lukewarm coffee splattered around him, the majority of it spilling right on his shirt.

“That’s for turning my best friend into a homo.”

“Hey!” Puck called from behind the counter. “Get out of here!”

“I am a paying customer!” Azimio argued.

“Read the sign, dickwad. Right to refuse service to anyone. That includes no good Lima Losers like yourself!”

Azimio rolled his eyes and angrily stormed out of the store.

As Kurt looked down his stained shirt, he could feel Blaine’s horrified stare burning right through his back. “Oh my god, Kurt. Are you okay?”

He turned around to face the other boy, still shaking with rage and that twinge of humiliation he always felt after scenes like this, no matter how hard he tried to push it down.

“You wanted real?” Kurt asked, feeling tears he would never let Azimio and Langanthal see begin to burn behind his eyelids. “How’s this? Only out gay kid in the entire town gets harassed on a daily basis—even publicly, as you just saw—finally gets an out when he gets into his dream school, and can’t even go because his dad is too sick to be left alone!”

Blaine reached out to place a comforting hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “Kurt—“

Before Blaine could finish his sentence, Kurt heard the table full of Cheerios become more chatty than usual, and he came to a startling realization. He quickly turned around, scanning the table to see that several of the McKinley High cheerleaders were whispering to each other and pointing at Blaine.

“Shit,” he muttered before facing Blaine again. “Restroom, back window,” he ordered as the head Cheerio stood up from the table and made a beeline towards them.

“What?”

“Just go!” Kurt ordered nudging Blaine in the right direction.

Blaine finally seemed to notice the onlookers and started to quickly walk towards the bathroom as one of the cheerleaders walked right behind Kurt.

He spun around to face her, a fake smile on his face. “Hello, there Satan—Santana!”

“Was that... Blaine Anderson?” She asked brusquely, staring down Kurt and crossing her arms.

Kurt raised his eyebrows before turning his head behind him to check that Blaine had made it to the impromptu escape route. He turned to Santana again and sighed, throwing his hands out in defeat. “Yes,” he said, feigning a trenchant dismay. “You caught me. Blaine Anderson is here, with me, at the I’m A Bean …” Kurt scrunched up his nose and smiled wryly at her. “And if you wait a few more minutes, I’m pretty sure TuPac is going to start a flash mob!”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. As she turned around her perfectly cooked ponytail nearly whipped him right across the face.

He watched her take a seat with the rest of the Cheerios and let out a sigh of relief before heading out to go find Blaine.

***

Blaine writhed and squirmed with all his might, but still wasn’t able to get enough momentum to hoist himself out of the window. He lay on his back, the top half of his body exposed to the bitter cold while the bottom half was stuck in the warmth of the I’m A Bean. The opening wasn’t big enough for him to turn around to get on his stomach. In that position, he could easily reach out for something and just pull himself out.

He he was straining to reach for the window to get some sort of leverage when he heard a giggle. And if he weren’t in the situation he was currently in, he might’ve taken more time to appreciate how beautiful that laugh was.

“Wow,” Kurt chuckled. “I wonder what TMZ would pay for a photo like this.”

“Not enough,” Blaine grunted, struggling for some sort of hand hold. “Now, are you— going to— help me— or not?”

Kurt rolled his eyes and headed over to Blaine.

He laced his arms underneath Blaine’s. “Alright,” Kurt said. “I’m gonna pull on the count of three, so brace yourself. One…”

“Wait, on three or after three?”

“What? Clearly on three, Blaine.”

“Wait, did that count as three?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Kurt tugged and Blaine slid out of the window with ease. The momentum of the pull sent them both toppling backwards—Blaine’s entire body on Kurt—towards the ground.

They hit the frozen ground with an “oof,” and immediately bust out into a fit of laughter.

“That went well.” Kurt giggled.

Still laughing, Blaine turned his body to face Kurt. “Yeah, we’re the epitome of grace.”

They settled into a surprisingly comfortable silence, both warmed by being in the other’s embrace. After a moment, Kurt cleared his throat and shifted backwards,as if he’d just realized the position they’d fallen into. He shuffled to his feet and brushed off some snow from his pants. “So, um, it was so nice—and super random and bizarre—to meet you,” Kurt said, shaking his head. “But I have to go. I have… things to do.”

Kurt headed off in the direction of his next destination, but not without Blaine following close behind. “Like what?”

“Like go meet my dad to watch my Jewish best friend play mother Mary in a multicultural holiday play. “

Blaine rolled his eyes. “Fine, don't tell me.”

“Oh, I only wish I were joking… Whatever, I have other things to do. Important things.”

“Like what?” Blaine pried again, hoping it was something he could accompany Kurt to. He was intrigued by him, and wanted to get to know him better.

“Like make the biggest decision of my life!” Kurt finally snapped, whirling around to face him. Blaine wondered for a moment if he had been too intrusive before Kurt deflated, like a cat un-bristling its tail. “I got into NYADA. It’s one of the best schools in the country for musical theatre, but it’s in New York and I can’t go.”

Blaine thought back to the incident that happened moments before he had nearly been discovered, then back to when he first met Kurt. No wonder Kurt was so wary of him.

“Because of your dad.”

Kurt gave a meek nod of confirmation. “He had a heart attack last year that put him in a coma for a few days, and now, he has… cancer… and we don’t know which way it’s going to go… I asked NYADA for a deferral, but they said I would lose my scholarship.”

They both stayed silent for a moment, neither quite knowing what to say after that. “Sorry for the huge downer,” Kurt mumbled. “I just… haven’t said that to anyone yet. Aside from kind of yelling it at you in the I’m A Bean a few minutes ago… Anyways,” he started up again, turning from Blaine and heading off into the snow covered terrain. “Merry Christmas, I gotta go.”

Blaine continued to trudge after him. “What, where?”

“I told you, multicultural nativity play.”

Blaine caught up with Kurt and sent him his most charming grin. “Sounds fun.”

***

“A hundred and fifty six piece elf village?” Blaine asked in astonishment as he and Kurt walked through the underpath of some trees.

Kurt let out a dry laugh. It sounded even more ridiculous aloud. “Some people’s dads collect coins, or artisan beer bottles; mine collects elves and their homes… So, what are your plans for the holidays?”

Blaine just gave him a halfhearted shrug. “I’ll probably just stay in the hotel room.”

“Christmas Eve in a hotel room?”

“I travel a lot. I’m used to it.”

“And I’m used to getting harassed by idiot meatheads, that doesn’t mean I like it.”

Blaine barked out a laugh, making Kurt’s stomach flip involuntarily. “I guess, just once… I’d like to stay in one place for a little while.”

Well, Lima isn't the worst place to spend Christmas Eve, Kurt nearly said before stopping himself and realizing he would look like a total creep if he did. He lightly shook his head, trying to bring himself back to reality. Head out of the clouds, Hummel. He probably has a girlfriend on the tour bus waiting for him.

“So why does your dad like Christmas so much?” Blaine asked, breaking Kurt out of his thoughts.

“Oh. I think… I think it’s because my mom passed away between Thanksgiving and Christmas.” He took note of the sympathetic look on Blaine’s face before continuing. “So now I think he wants to make Christmas this big and spectacular thing… for me, I guess. I used to love the little figurines when I was little, because I kind of looked like them. My mom decided to start collecting them a few weeks before she died.”

“I’m sorry about your mom,” Blaine said, adding a gentle hand on Kurt’s shoulder. “But that’s pretty sweet of your dad.”

“Yeah… I guess it is.” Kurt smiled warmly. “He’s a great dad.”

The two boys finally reached the peak of the hill. The view overlooked a beautiful wintry scene, complete with frosted evergreen trees and a meadow blanketed in fresh pillowy snow.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.”

Kurt scoffed. “Snow can hide a lot… it’s like the spanx of weather…” Blaine laughed and another comfortable silence fell between them for a moment. “So, where did you grow up?”

“New York. Queens. Growing up, you had to be tough and my brother was… I, on the other hand, was a little more sensitive… and I think that came off as weakness to the other kids.” Blaine shrugged it off. “But it was okay because I always had music.”

Kurt nodded and smiled understandingly. “I know exactly what you mean. The only thing that keeps me sane around here is the glee club. When I’m not singing, I don’t really feel… whole. It’s like—“

“Like you’re barely even a person.”

Kurt let out a little puff of air in astonishment. “Yeah… kind of exactly like that…” As they tread on, Kurt could hear the sound of ice softly crunching beneath their feet. “So uh, what do your parents think about your job?”

Blaine let out a short laugh that felt just the tiniest bit bitter. “Well, my mom supports me but… My dad doesn’t think performing is a real job. He’s really strict. He wasn’t too happy when I came out to him either, but he got over it… sort of.”

Kurt snapped his head up to look at Blaine, eyes wide as he processed the words he just heard. Came out, as in… “Wait a second, you’re…”

A smile tugged at the corner of Blaine’s lips. “Queer as a three dollar bill.” As soon as it was there, it faded. “But uh, it’s not something I advertise, you know? My dad thinks it’s better—safer, if I don’t.”

Kurt cocked an eyebrow, doing his best to push down the butterflies raging in his stomach. “Like a safer career move?” Why would Blaine’s dad care about his career if he didn’t even think it was valid?

Blaine shook his head. “When I was in middle school, before my first album, I went to a Sadie Hawkins dance with a friend; the only other gay guy in the school. While we were waiting for his dad to pick us up, these three guys came and beat the crap out of us.”

In an instant, Blaine felt Kurt’s hand on his. “I… I’m so sorry.”

“I uh, never pressed charges or anything. Just transferred and never looked back, which made sense at the time, but now I just regret not standing up to them.” Blaine looked right into Kurt’s crystal blue eyes as he came to a stop. “So if you ever get the chance to do what I didn’t, you should take it.”

***

They lumbered on through the snow, finally reaching the peak of a hill with a gentler slope than the last one.

Families stood huddled together while groups of children, wrapped up tighter than the presents under their trees, waddled to sleds and rode down the hill.

Kurt watched a smile crack Blaine’s face and he narrowed his eyes with a light suspicion. “What are you smiling at?”

“We should go sledding.”

“We don’t have a sled..?”

Blaine just picked up his pace to a light jog and headed towards a group of women huddled together. He faced Kurt, but kept up his jog in a backpedal. “Young moms; kind of my bread and butter.”

Kurt huffed out a laugh as he looked on at Blaine introducing himself to the star struck mothers. He offered to take a few selfies with them before shortly returning back to Kurt with—lo and behold—a sled.

A minute later they were at the edge of the slope and Blaine settled himself behind Kurt. Kurt felt his heart racing and if he was being completely honest, he couldn’t tell if it was because of the dropoff or the way Blaine was pressed flush against his back, his arms wrapped snug around Kurt’s waist so that he could take hold of the reins.

Blaine started to scoot the sled forward and Kurt felt his nerves kick in. “Wait!” He cried out.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just… despite living in a snow covered town for eighteen years, I’ve never actually been sledding before.”

Blaine leaned forward and rested his head in the space between Kurt’s head and shoulders. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

Kurt had absolutely no reason to believe Blaine—considering the short time they’d known each other—but for some reason, he found that he did. He believed he’d be safe with Blaine because he already felt safe with him. Safe enough to tell him about his mom, safe enough to confide in him about his dilemma with his dad, and now, safe enough to go sledding for the first time.

He nodded and felt himself pressing his cheek closer to Blaine’s. Blaine pushed them forward and off they went, down the gentle curve of the hill.

The air started rushing quicker and quicker against Kurt’s face, until they were riding at an enjoyable speed. Kurt felt Blaine’s arms close in a little tighter around him and he turned his head to smile back at the other boy, who graciously returned it.

The smiles were wiped clean off their faces when they faced forward once more and suddenly came into contact with a bump in the hill that sent Blaine tumbling backwards with an “oof.” Kurt managed to stay on, panic rising as he realized he had no control of the sled.

“Oh no. No no no,” Kurt yelped as he approached the sharp incline of a snow bank, unable to do anything to slow down or avoid the oncoming collision.

The sled went up the ramp and Kurt went flying, landing hard on a cleared path of snow he didn’t even have time to recognize as the road. He heard a harsh noise in the distance while he groaned and tried to gather himself. Kurt finally made it to his feet and the (now much louder and closer) noise finally registered as the revving of an engine from an oncoming car that was coming down way too fast for this weather.

The car seemed impossibly close and Kurt wasn’t sure he’d make it out of the way in time.

Out of nowhere, Blaine came racing across the road and practically tackled Kurt to the safety of the other side of the road.

The curly haired boy lay with his body pressed warmly against Kurt’s for a moment before clearing his throat and rolling off to the side.

Kurt let out a breath (of relief or disbelief, he really couldn’t tell) and watched it wisp away into the cold air. After the initial shock faded, Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine, who lay next to him looking just as dazed.

Of all the things he expected to do after a situation like this, feeling a smile start to curl on his lips definitely wasn’t at the top of the list. But Kurt took one look at Blaine’s (horrified) honey colored eyes and couldn’t help but think how ridiculous this whole situation was. Before he could help himself, he exploded into a fit of laughter.

Kurt felt an unfamiliar tingle in his chest—something light and warm, that he maybe only had a memory of. As his laughter grew and he watched a smile spread on Blaine’s lips, the glow spread down through his arms and legs and all the way down to his toes until his entire body felt sunny, despite being surrounded by mounds of snow.

#klaine #glee #wow look at me im writing!#kurt hummel #blaine anderson #merry christmas!#let it snow #fic rec

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Facing Your Dragons Chapter 3

I did tell you I was planning on continuing this story, right? Thanks for waiting patiently, and here's the next chapter for you. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: Scoring a Date

The next day, Blaine turned up ten minutes early, and was chatting with Dolores when Kurt came in.

Kurt seemed happily surprised to see him, and his eyes lingered on Blaine’s green eyeliner and his leather pants. Blaine internally fist-pumped.

“Hey Blaine.”

“Hey Kurt. Uhm, I kind of have a story to finish today.”

Kurt quirked an eyebrow.

“Turns out Blaine isn’t very good at time management,” Dolores drawled, making Blaine squirm. “His session ran over yesterday. By more than an hour. So I told him to keep the rest of the story for today.”

Now Kurt’s other eyebrow went up too. “You stayed for more than two hours?”

Blaine fidgeted. “Yep.”

“Must have been quite the story.”

“It was good,” Dolores said. “Scary, though.”

Kurt hummed and gave Blaine a piercing look. “Well, we’d better head in, I suppose, if you have a story to finish.”

When they entered the snoozle room together, Lou and Ruth came to hug the both of them.

Kurt unlaced his Doc Martens, sank down gracefully into a lotus position, and told the children that Blaine would get to continue his story first. The children cheered, and Blaine ran a hand over his neck bashfully.

“All right, then…”

Lou squeaked excitedly and grabbed Ruth’s hand.

“Mr. Banner led them into the castle, where the pumpkin theme continued – there were dozens of them, from tiny to huge, intricately carved and flickering with candlelight. The biggest one said “WELCOME”, and yes, they did feel welcome as Mr. Banner chatted on and on about the family who’d built the castle way back in the 1500s.

He showed them a big banquet hall, with long tables in gleaming wood and crystal chandeliers.

“Mrs Rose and I keep them nice and polished, just in case we get visitors, you know. Oh, I’ll take you to see Mrs Rose first – you must be famished after your long walk here! Mrs Rose used to be the cook here. She’s a ghost, like me. She’ll whip you up something in no time. We made sure to stock up on food, since we knew the town would be sending someone over today. And now there’s three of you! Oh, she’ll be so pleased!”

Mr. Banner led them through a draughty corridor to the kitchen, where he introduced Mrs Rose to them. “Best not ask their names, Millie, or Sybil will find out, and the boy doesn’t like to be touched.”

Mrs. Rose laughed. “Well, honeys, I need to call you something. Make up a name that I can call you by. What would you have picked if you could have chosen your own names?”

Blaine looked up at Lou and cocked his head. “What would you pick?”

Lou clapped her hands in excitement. “Ariana! Like Ariana Grande.”

“I want to be Beyoncé,” said Ruth.

They looked at Keith, who looked upset and said he wanted to keep his name.

“No worries,” said Lou. “We can introduce ourselves to Mrs Rose as Ariana, Beyoncé and Friend. As in: we don’t want to say your name, but you’re a friend of ours. Would that work?”

“Friend?” Keith pondered that, deeply, and then nodded. “Okay.”

“Mrs. Rose beamed. “Well, Ariana, Beyoncé and Friend, would you care for a spot of dinner? I made pumpkin soup, and fresh bread to go with it. For the main dish, I have a venison stew, and for dessert, there’s apple cake.”

The girls exchanged a worried hand squeeze, and then Lou explained to Mrs. Rose, ever so tentatively, “That sounds good, ma’am, but the stew is going to be a problem for our friend. He likes to keep all the different kinds of food apart on his plate.”

Mrs. Rose nodded. “I see. Hmm, well, I always have a lot of meat in stock for the dragon, so I can always fry something else for your friend. Let’s see… Chicken fillet with potatoes and cauliflower? I could even make a nice cheese sauce for the cauliflower?”

Keith shook his head at that. “No sauce. Please.”

Mrs. Rose smiled at him. “No sauce it is. I have to say, it’s such a nice change to get visitors that don’t run away screaming. Last year’s visitor was so high-strung that you couldn’t say a word to him without spooking him. And look at you, much younger than that lad, and not afraid at all. And such polite sweet children. Just lovely. Do you want to eat in the banquet hall or here?”

“Here, please,” they all chorused.

It was nice and warm in the kitchen, full of amazing smells, and the children felt at home as they ate their dinner. Mr. Banner kept up a steady stream of chatter, with Mrs. Rose chiming in every now and then.

After dinner, they thanked Mrs. Rose and followed Mr Banner to see the rest of the castle. While climbing the stairs, they came across a woman with stringy hair and twitchy fingers.

“Hey Sybil,” Mr. Banner greeted her cheerfully. “Please don’t touch the children, they don’t like that.”

The banshee cackled, and the sound sent a shiver down everyone’s spine.

“Don’t like it, eh?” Sybil rasped, coming closer and wiggling her fingers. Lou and Ruth hastened to stand in front of Keith.

“So what are your names, loveys?” Sybil drawled.

“You can call us Ariana, Beyoncé, and Friend,” Lou rattled off glibly.

Sybil pouted. “But those are not your REAL names!”

“They’re all you’re going to get,” Ruth told her. “We don’t want you touching us.”

The banshee let out a loud shriek and then stormed off.

Mr. Banner chuckled. “Touchy, that gal. In more ways than one.”

Lou bit her lip. “I’m sorry if we hurt her feelings.”

“Now, now, none of that,” said Mr. Banner. “Your comfort trumps her feelings. Sybil likes hugging, yes, but that’s not something you should force on people.”

“I still feel bad,” Lou mumbled, and Ruth nodded.

“Well, you could draw her a picture, maybe, before you go? And wave at her when you leave tomorrow morning? I’m sure she’d like that.”

The girls smiled at Mr. Banner, and Keith thought it over and then said, “Okay.”

Upstairs, a swarm of excited pixies surrounded them.

“They want a gift from you. Best sing them a song if you want them to leave,” Mr. Banner advised. “They like music.”

Kurt laughed. “Well, isn’t that just perfect! Let’s sing a few songs for the pixies, shall we?”

Everyone concurred, and in no time, they were all singing their hearts out.

When the session was over, Lou came up to Blaine to ask if he’d be back. “You WILL tell us the rest of the story, won’t you?”

“Sure, I will,” Blaine promised.

He turned to Kurt and asked, “When’s the next session? Tomorrow?”

Kurt shook his head. “Sunday afternoons are for family.”

“So Monday, then?”

“I’ve got glee club on Mondays, so I won’t be here. But you can come, absolutely.”

They left the snoozle room together, and once again, Dolores asked how it had gone.

“The story’s still not finished,” Blaine confessed.

“A story in installments? That’s neat. So you’ll be back on Monday, then? I’ll jot that down in the spreadsheet. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, boys!”

Dolores clicked and typed away behind her computer, and Blaine and Kurt were already at the sliding doors when she called, “Blaine? Do I put you in for Tuesday, too?”

Blaine turned his head. “Uhm… Yep. Okay.”

“Oh, good. Sam called that he couldn’t make it this week. If you come instead, the children won’t be so disappointed. He reads to them, you see, and he does all the voices. They love that.”

Blaine didn’t really know what to say to that, but Kurt laughed softly. “They love Blaine’s story even more. You should have seen them, Dolores. It was like Blaine had them under a spell.”

Blaine shuffled his feet and dropped his gaze when they both turned to look at him.

“You’ve certainly taken to this fast, Blaine,” said Dolores. “I hope you’ll stick around after your forty hours are up. You’re a good asset to the team.”

Kurt giggled and mumbled something like, “Asset is right.”

Blaine felt his cheeks heat up, and his stomach swooped happily at being noticed. “Thank you. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

He walked towards his motorbike with Kurt behind him, and as he started fiddling with the padlock to open it, he felt Kurt’s hand on his shoulder.

“Hey… I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, just now.”

Blaine looked up with a grin and was just about to tell Kurt he could admire Blaine’s ass all he liked, when Kurt continued, “I was out of line. I swear I didn’t mean to… hit on you, or anything.”

Blaine’s face fell. “You didn’t?”

Kurt frowned. “No.”

Blaine nodded, and sat down on his bike. “No harm done. Have a nice weekend!”

He revved the engine, but Kurt, far from taking the hint to go away, grabbed one of the handlebars of his bike. “Did you want me to hit on you?”

Blaine bit his lip. “I wanted you to notice me. You’re hot.”

Kurt flashed him a brilliant smile. “Thanks. Flattery will get you everywhere.”

“Will it get me your phone number?” Blaine wheedled, and now Kurt laughed out loud, but he held his hand out for Blaine’s phone and typed his digits in, sending himself a message. “There. Now you have my number and I have yours.”

They grinned at each other, and then Blaine slid his phone back in his pocket and revved the engine again. A hand on top of his stopped him.

“I’m sorry I’m going to miss the next installment of the story,” Kurt told Blaine. “On Monday.”

Blaine cocked his head to the side. “Well… We could meet up at the Lima Bean after my session. And your glee club. And I could tell you the next part of the story. Say… Around five?”

“Hmm… I don’t know… Will you remember to check the time on Monday? If you don’t, you’re sure to stand me up.”

Blaine nodded quickly. “I’ll put on a watch. I promise.”

Kurt beamed at him. “Then you’ve got yourself a date.”

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Witch!Kurt #36: Be My Valentine

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Watching friends and loved ones file into his apartment in pairs and groups, Kurt realized that Adam had been right about this being a party. Everyone was smiling and bright-eyed, and each made a point to stop and say a few words to both grooms, to hug or kiss them, and congratulate them on making it to the big day. Everyone had an air of palpable joy and for the first time, Kurt really understood why the Joining was more important to the magical members of his community than an actual wedding ceremony.

Kurt’s dad, currently the only Standard member of the group, also seemed to sense that this was a very special event, and something that he was privileged to be witnessing. His round face fairly glowed with pride as he hugged his son and soon to be son-in-law, explaining that Carole and Sam would be along soon.

“Sam understands what you’re going to try and do today,” Burt explained. “We made sure of that, and that he was really okay with it. I wanted to make sure that he wasn’t just agreeing because he didn’t want to disappoint everyone. No offense, but I wouldn’t put him through something like this, not even for Finn, if I wasn’t sure he was on board.”

Adam nodded. “Agreed. We all hope that this works, and that it provides a true benefit to Sam in arresting the damage Blaine has done to him, but he is still doing an enormous kindness in allowing himself to be used as a vessel for another soul. If he wasn’t willing, for any reason, then we couldn’t go forward with this.”

“The last thing we want to do is traumatize Sam any more,” Kurt added, voice soft as he remembered the description Adam, Santana, and Brittany had given him of his old friend’s wasted state. He had not had a chance to see Sam for himself, but even when Sam lived in New York he had recognized that something had fundamentally changed in him. For a while he had wondered if Sam might be on drugs, but Blaine had slapped him down so firmly the one time he brought it up that Kurt had never mentioned it again. (The injured and indignant act had caused Kurt to back off on most things by then, just to avoid the inevitable blame-game fight that always seemed to follow it.) He had never once suspected that the drug Sam was suffering from might actually be Blaine. He had just been looking for a logical reason behind his sudden laziness, apathy, and significant drop in IQ. “He’s been through a lot. Even more than I ever knew.”

Adam squeezed his shoulder, telling him without words that he was not to blame, but Kurt could not help but feel that he was, just a tiny little bit.

“And Carole?” Adam asked Burt, gracefully changing the subject. “Is she all right with what’s happening? I can only imagine how she must be feeling today.”

Burt sighed, running a hand over his scalp. “It’s been hard. Ever since you told us what you’d be trying to do today, she’s been caught between hoping and being afraid to hope. She’s nervous for Kurt too, knowing what a risk he’s taking to try this. So am I, frankly. She needed a minute to compose herself, and I wanted to keep Sam back from the magical pressure as long as possible, so I suggested they stop by that flower shop on the corner and grab you some extra. Elliott told us flowers are a big deal in witch-world.”

Glancing around the room at the wealth of fresh flowers that his friends had also provided for the occasion, along with an assortment of heart-shaped balloons that had been randomly scattered throughout the apartment, Kurt nodded. “Thanks for that. Whether we need flowers or not, it’s a good choice. Sam and the florist’s dog were great pals when he lived here. She’ll make a great distraction from his nerves. Carole’s too. She likes dogs, and Garner loves everybody.”

Burt frowned a little. “Garner is a girl?”

“Named for Jennifer Garner,” Adam explained.

“Garner also has a cat-brother named Bristow,” Kurt added with a grin, knowing his dad would get the reference. One of the things Kurt and Carole had bonded over when his father’s new girlfriend had started coming around often was a shared love of the TV show ‘Alias’.

Burt laughed. “Carole will love that.”

“Is she really okay with all this?” Kurt asked, fidgeting in place as he glanced at the door, and lowering his voice as if he expected his step-mother to burst through the door and overhear him. “She’s been avoiding my calls, I think, and I’ve been afraid to push.”

“She’s not avoiding you,” Burt promised. “She’s just distracting herself from the fear that this won’t change anything. On the plus side, she’s been taking the opportunity to mother-hen the hell out of Sam and he seems to be doing a little better. I mean, the shields you put around our house probably helped too, but Carole needed someone to fuss over, especially since that cat will only take petting on his own terms.”

“Literal petting?” Adam asked with a laugh.

He shrugged. “Mostly. He’s sneaky about it, but I’ve noticed he’s taken to sitting on the floor in human form when we watch TV at night and letting her stroke his hair.”

“That’s sweet,” Kurt said, glancing over at Sebastian, who was deeply engrossed in conversation with Adam’s father and brother. They were standing by the breakfast bar energetically arguing the merits of something called Chelsea FC versus Manchester United. Kurt had no idea what they were blathering about, but he gathered from the body language that it was something sports-related.

Just the speed at which he had ingratiated himself within the group today made it obvious that Kurt’s former rival had come a long way since settling into the role of Familiar, and he was glad of it. It was becoming easier all the time to trust Sebastian. When he had arrived today, he and Tubbington, neither of whom was usually given to PDA, had walked in and given a slight bow, then solemnly and firmly embraced Kurt before doing the same to Adam. No snark, no sarcasm, just a show of approval and friendship.

Luckily, Adam had warned him this would probably happen. There were rules the witch community lived by when it came to significant rites like a Joining. By coming out of their 'Truth Time' vigil still carrying every intention of going on with today’s dual ceremonies, they had earned the full support of both Familiars. LT had long since given his, but Kurt felt proud to have it displayed so openly today, and still somewhat shocked to have the same respect shown by Sebastian.

A brief knock sounded and the door opened. Carole stuck her head in and grinned at Kurt and Adam, rather mysteriously coming no farther. “Happy Joining Day!” she said. “I checked with your group to make sure it was okay if Sam and I brought you a surprise from Lima. It just arrived but I need you to lower the wards for a second.”

Burt grinned brightly, rubbing Kurt’s back with one broad hand. “And there may have been one other reason they were late today,” he confessed.

Kurt looked at Adam, who seemed equally clueless but offered an amused shrug. The barrier had originally been created to block only those with magical ability, but after discovering that Blaine was using Standards to his own advantage, Tubbington had advised strengthening the wards to include anyone to whom Kurt or Adam had not expressly granted entry. Trusting Carole not to have brought anyone who was not safe with her, Kurt nodded his head sharply and the protective barrier around his home dropped.

Practically dancing with the joy of her surprise, Carole came inside, followed by a grinning Sam Evans who held the hand of, “Mercedes!” Kurt shouted, launching himself forward to hug his grinning friend. “Oh my god, what are you doing here!”

“I came to see my boy get married, of course!” she replied, hugging him with all her might. “And to see what all this big bad witch business was about.”

He pulled back, astonished. “You know about that?”

With her heavily church influenced upbringing, Kurt had never been quite comfortable sharing the news of his recently changed status with his teenage best friend, but at his flabbergasted question, she just laughed. “Of course I know. I never said anything because I didn’t know you knew either, much less that you were a witch, but I know all about this stuff. I don’t have any magic, unfortunately, but my Grandma Adele is a witch and so is my dad, my Auntie Patricia, and my brother Steven.” She shrugged. “Sucks that I didn’t get Potential, but I got the good looks and the pipes, while they can’t sing a lick, so fair trade, right?”

Her twinkling brown eyes gave away that she was joking, and Kurt couldn’t resist hugging her again, just from sheer relief that she was not going to turn her back on him over this any more than she had the day she had found out why her schoolgirl crush on him was doomed to hopelessness.

“But how did you find out my power had manifest?” he asked, after pausing to give his stepmother and his friend Sam each a welcome as well.

“Oh, uh, that was my fault, dude,” Sam told him, with a sheepish shrug. “She was in Lima for a visit and came by the house when she found out I was living with your folks again. I kinda spilled the beans.”

She smiled and squeezed Sam’s hand, then reached her other hand out to clasp Kurt’s. “Once the cat was out of the bag, he and Carole told me everything. I knew something was wrong before, but I didn’t push for answers. I really regret that now, because as awful as it is, it all makes so much sense. I hope you don’t mind that I know, or that I invited myself to be a part of your big day.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he said truthfully. “I really wanted you here and it hurt that I couldn’t invite you to one of the biggest events of my life, but I didn’t know how you’d feel about all this, or if you’d even want to be a part of it. You didn’t take my being an atheist too well. How were you going to feel about finding out I was a witch? And that I’m marrying another witch and getting ready to do a magical rite that involves trying to pull a lost soul from another dimension with the help of my very own coven? That’s kind of a lot to throw at someone.”

Mercedes nodded. “So you just sent an RSVP for the wedding reception and figured you’d leave it at that. I get it. But I’m here now, and if there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know. Because I’m sorry about the way I treated you.” She put her finger to his lips to stop the automatic protest and looked at him seriously. “I don’t just mean with Blaine. I mean all the times you needed me to help you, or just to see what you were going through. Especially that time your dad was in the hospital. I owe you a long-overdue apology for that, and since I understand that today is all about being open with the people you love, I wanted to clear the air. I’m sorry, and I love you, and from here on out I’m here for you Kurt. And you too,” she said, nodding to Adam who was looking on with a beaming smile. She held out her right hand. “I don’t think we ever got to meet officially. I’m Mercedes Jones.”

He shook the offered hand, and then pulled her into a hug. “Adam Crawford, and I’m delighted to finally meet you. Thank you for coming share our special day. I know seeing you means the world to Kurt, so you are most welcome. We’ve got a few moments before we begin. Could I take you around and introduce you to everyone?”

Watching Mercedes accept his fiance’s gallantly offered elbow, Kurt smiled. He recognized that Mercedes was wasting no time with that promise to be here for him. She was taking the opportunity to get to know the man Kurt loved. He remembered offering to introduce them once before, on a visit that had never happened once his relationship became secretly, magically sabotaged by Blaine.

Kurt sniffled and dashed at his nose, silently thanking whatever beneficent power might be out there in the universe, be it God, Fate, or the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for giving them all a second chance to make things right.

Before he could decide what to do next, a pointed throat-clearing grabbed his attention. Tubbington was standing a few feet away, weight on one foot, arms crossed over his round belly, and head tipped towards the front door.

Realizing he had forgotten to raise the barrier again after letting his newest guest inside, Kurt blushed, “Sorry, LT. I was a little distracted.”

“S’okay, kid. I know you got a lot a lot going on, but keep your head in the game a little. Okay?”

“Understood,” he said, and he did. It would be very easy to treat this gathering like a big party and leave all of his responsibilities to other people, and he had no doubt that they would all forgive him if he did so, but Kurt was slowly coming around to the fact that while he considered them all equals and friends, he was this coven’s leader, and that meant being always a little bit “on”, even during one of the most special days of his life.

With that in mind, he turned his attention to Sam. His friend had wandered off to look around the apartment and pick at the waiting buffet. Fighting down a little frisson of dread, Kurt blinked his Sight on. He had to know.

When Sam came into focus through the lens of magic, Kurt gasped, for the first time really understanding the damage that Adam and the girls had described as Sam’s healthy exterior gave way to another image of a man who was withering away, sick and starving, like the end-stages victim of a terrible wasting illness.

“God,” Kurt whispered, blinking hurriedly back to normal sight. “How could Blaine have done this to his supposed best friend?”

He jumped when he realized that Adam had rejoined him, having left Mercedes chatting with their old McKinley crew, gripping his shoulders gently as he replied, “I want to believe he didn’t realize the damage. As far as we know, that one doesn’t have the gift of Sight.”

Reaching up to give the hand on his left shoulder a light squeeze, he sighed. “That’s true, but I’m not so sure it would have made any difference if he had. I can think of too many other times he hurt people casually and without an ounce of remorse, because taking something away from them didn’t matter as long as it benefited him.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to think about Blaine anymore right now. This day is about us. It’s about you and me, together, and I won’t let him ruin that.”

The unspoken word ‘again’ lingered in the air.

Adam’s hands released his shoulders but turned him around to wrap Kurt in a loving embrace. “Me either. Everyone here is on our side. They love us, and they care about us, and we can and should open ourselves to all of that positive energy all day. Can you feel it, Kurt?”

Letting the last of his tension fade, Kurt returned the embrace, closing his eyes and dropping his shields completely for once. He could feel it. Excitement, joy, eagerness, love; the latter most of all. It surrounded and enveloped them, the energy buoyed by the power of High Magic, siphoned into the atmosphere from all the outpourings of emotion being shared throughout the world on this day, until Kurt could feel the magic singing through his veins.

Kurt could not help himself. Opening his eyes, he met Adam’s smiling ones and let go a peal of laughter, feeling a little high from the surging of positive emotion. “Can the rest of you feel this?”

“Of course,” Adam said with a fond grin. “Why do you think we count the High Magic days as being so very special?”

“Is it always like this?”

Adam tipped his head left and right, considering. “Not exactly, but close enough. This is why we wanted to wait until now to try summoning your brother’s spirit to join with Sam’s. Things can be done today that we might never successfully accomplish on a normal day.”

Reminded of his purpose, Kurt looked at Sam again. “We have to make that happen, Adam. We have to save them both.”

“And we will do our best,” Adam said. “But darling? In spite of what you’ve just seen, there is still time to reverse the damage for Sam just as you did for me. And if this idea doesn’t work out, then we’ll find another way.”

Kurt’s chin lifted, a sense of certainty filling his heart. “Yes. We will.”

Adam smiled, recognizing the determination in his lover’s eyes. “Right. Now, the first thing we need to concentrate on is us, and solidifying our union. We need to focus on ourselves and the joy of this occasion. Trust the preparations we’ve made, the power of this day, and in our love for one another. The rest will fall into place.”

Taking Adam’s face between his hands, Kurt kissed him hard. “I’m ready. I think you’d better marry me now.”

#witch!kurt #okay so i'm breaking the big day up into small pieces instead of one big chapter #give me some encouragement if you can!#kadam fic #next up: the joining

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