Author's Note: I didn't mean to have this story up so soon. I actually didn't think I would get done with this chapter until sometime this week, but instead of working on my math homework, today, I decided to write instead. I'm practically done with my math anyway. But, I did finally get around to writing this fic and finishing chapter one.
Now, to better understand this fic away from the summary, I have to explain some of my thought process for it, because it's something that has been in my mind since halfway through my last fic and I've just wanted to write it since then, but contained myself to get that one done first.
This is inspired by The Little Mermaid I say inspired, because I am not taking the plot and making it Klaine. In fact, this very loosely follows certain ideas. So, a few things will be familiar, but for the most part this is still in the Glee world. This is however, AU and mid-NBK and might have even have elements of fantasy/sci-fi/the supernatural. I'll also add, not mermaids in this fic, and it'll be different from other fics that have explored the Glee/Little Mermaid thing.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not Glee, and not The Little Mermaid. I make no profit from this fic.
Summary: Little Mermaid inspired AU mid-NBK. Blaine is looking for love. Kurt is tired of being bullied. An incident, and an opportunity with heavy consequences brings them together, but have they found what they've been looking for? Klaine.
In dreams you lose your heartaches - Cinderella
JUST LIKE IN FAIRY TALES
"You need a boyfriend."
Those were not the words Blaine Anderson had ever expected Wes to utter. When he'd been asked to stay behind with the council, he'd already resigned himself to getting a reprimand for daydreaming. That, or the announcement that they were giving him another solo, if Wes, David, and Thad hadn't realized that Blaine hadn't paid attention for the better half of the meeting.
So, when Wes said that, Blaine wasn't expecting it. "What?" he asked.
Wes who had been standing by one of the large windows, intricate windows in the room looked towards the other two council members.
"You do," David said in agreement.
Blaine blinked at them and turned his eyes to the last council member, hoping there'd be disagreement there. But Thad just nodded. Blaine really shouldn't have expected anything else. As much as these three boys respected and took his advice in Warbler matters, they were still higher than him in the Warbler hierarchy and lead singer, he may have been, they still held all the real power among them. They also rarely disagreed with each other, and if they did, they never showed it in front of the rest of the boys.
Once, David had clearly disagreed with something Thad proposed, but after a whispered, "solidarity" from Wes, smiled and not put forth an argument.
Eyeing them warily, Blaine sighed, "And why, pray tell, do you mean by, I need a boyfriend?" His curiosity mixed in with just there anger at Wes assuming he could have control of even that part of Blaine's life.
Wes looked confused for a moment and Blaine wondered if it was because he wasn't just agreeing with him. "Well, you can't exactly have a girlfriend," he said at long last, "that would be a disaster all around."
Blaine rolled his eyes and stood up from the comfortable leather sofa, "Wes, I know I'm gay. There is no reason you should need to convince me. And, furthermore, I am happy being single, and it really is none of your business."
It wasn't that he didn't want a boyfriend. It was just that there was no one at Dalton that fit the image he'd created in his mind of what the perfect boy for him would be. And he wasn't lying about being comfortable in his single life. He didn't need to have a boyfriend to feel good about himself. Things were, after such a very long time, finally working out for him and Blaine did not want the complication of a love life ruining everything good in his life.
"No, you are not," Wes insisted, "and it is our business."
Wes clasped his hands behind his back and walked to the deserted council table to pick up the closed notebook that held the minutes of every Warbler meeting since the beginning of the year, as ascribed by David and on occasion Thad. Wes flipped through a few pages and then stopped at a dog eared page.
"Thank you, David," he said, "although you know I don't abide by messiness, even with something as small as a fold..."
Before Wes could break into a long rant about tradition and the Warblers, Thad coughed and motioned to the notebook.
"Right." Wes had the decency to look sheepish. "Three times this week," he continued, addressing Blaine again, "we have caught you not paying attention during Warbler meetings, looking out the window with - David, you really need to not scribble down words - ah, longing."
Blaine wanted to open his mouth and argue that, that in no way pointed to him needing a boyfriend. For the past two weeks, Warbler practices had become monotonous. It wasn't only him that had stopped paying attention. Blaine was bored. Every meeting was the same. All the songs felt the same.
Wes eyed him and then flipped a few more pages to the next dog eared page and then he continued, "you've also been known to glare at couples in the library. Once, you made sure Jeff and Mark get kicked out."
Even that had an explanation. It was even reasonable. Who went to the library to make out with their boyfriends anyway? There were rules about that and really, they were distracting and noisy, and annoying. And they chose the worst possible shelves to hide between. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but David shook his head.
David had known Wes longer than anyone else at Dalton, and he was one of the few people that knew how to deal with the sometimes power hungry Warbler council member. So, Blaine closed his mouth and waited.
"Aha," Wes said, stopping at yet another page.
For a moment Blaine wondered if David just carried that book with him everywhere to overanalyze every move of every single Warbler. How else were those notes in the minutes?
"Last night at dinner," Wes said, "you rudely snorted and scoffed at Nick while he was talking about his date with his girlfriend."
Blaine couldn't help but make a noise of protestation at that. They all knew why he'd been containing his laughter the previous night. They all knew what the issue was. If there was one known fact about anyone at Dalton, it was that Nick had terrible taste in girls. The latest one wasn't even interested in Nick farther than his money, and Blaine knew for a fact - as many boys at Dalton knew including the three council members - she was cheating on Nick with some boy from her own school.
Drama, many would have thought, would not have been present in an all boys school, but when boys from well to do families with large trust funds in their names and the possibility to do anything right at the tip of their friends, it really should have been expected.
It was yet another reason Blaine didn't want to date any of the boys at Dalton. They all had so much baggage with each other already, or so well known for their money and Blaine wanted normality and autonomy.
"So," he said, ignoring explanations that would go unheard by Wes, "you want me to become distracted by a boyfriend instead?"
Wes glared at him, as if he were missing the whole point. Blaine entirely doubted there actually was a point.
"No! We want you to date someone from the Warblers."
Blaine gaped at him. They didn't just want him to get a boyfriend for ridiculous reasons, but they also wanted to pick the poor guy out.
"What?" he asked again. "You can't be serious."
"It'll keep you focused," Wes continued, "you must like one of the boys."
Blaine didn't. They were his friends sure, and he got along with some of them better than others, but in his mind he didn't see them as possible boyfriends.
"No," he said. "I will not date anyone. Specially not a Warbler."
"You will," Wes insisted and then when Blaine didn't look like he was going to give, added, "or we'll push you out of the spotlight and eventually out of the Warblers."
Blaine snorted and stood up. "You need me," he said, "you have no one better to lead. And if you expect me to just go along with this, I'll quit."
David and Thad shook their heads violently. David glared at Wes.
"Blaine, you're right, we do need you," David said, "you can't quit and we won't be pushing you out of the Warblers either. But, you do need someone."
Thad nodded. "You don't think so, because you think you're happy this way, but you need someone. We want you to be happy. You've been different lately and as your friends we think this is what you need. Just go on a few dates. They don't have to be Warblers. They don't even have to go to Dalton."
Wes looked like he wanted to protest now.
Blaine looked at them and sighed. They were still his friends. Despite everything, these boys were his friends and he knew they weren't just telling him to do this for the Warblers, or because of his lack of attention, they did care.
"I...maybe I'll try."
There's a boy I keep picturing in my mind. This perfect boy with perfect hair and clear wide eyes, the doors to his every emotion. I can see him just within the corners of my mind, a smile playing on his lips. He's a mischievous little thing, fragile and so strong. He's a singer with a clear voice that fits perfect with mine. He's someone I want to take care of. I want him to take care of me too.
Sometimes, I dream he'll save me from my monotonous life, other times I save him. He's perfect in every way. I don't know his name. I don't even know if he exists beyond those corners of my mind.
No one at Dalton compares. Not to this wonderful boy in my head, this boy that doesn't exist. They don't understand. The boy I want isn't the illusion of perfection, he's perfect for me.
Wes wants me to get a boyfriend, but he doesn't understand. I know what I want, and I haven't found him yet. Perhaps, I never will, but in my mind that is the boy I want, and no one will ever compare.
From the journal of Blaine Anderson
Kurt Hummel sat cross legged on his bed with a hand mirror held up in front of him, his back to a larger mirror. The bruise on his back was unmistakable and sitting right above an already healing bruise. Kurt dropped the mirror on his bed and let his shoulders slump out of his usually perfect stature. He gently straightened out his legs and lowered himself onto his back. The pain was just bearable, something Kurt was only too used to. He barely even noticed it.
He laid on his bed for a while, eyes roaming his white ceiling. It was too blank, cold. It went well with the Dior gray of his walls, but Kurt thought that maybe his entire room needed a change, a new beginning. What he really needed, Kurt knew, was a good distraction, a project that would keep him occupied and away from thoughts about Karofsky and why he was targeting Kurt so specifically over something everyone in the school had known even before he'd officially admitted it.
The phone he'd dropped on his bed earlier, vibrated on the bed and Kurt snatched it up, confused when Rachel's name flashed on the screen. He answered the call.
"What can I do for you, Rachel Berry?" He asked, in an inquisitive voice that was neither warm or cold, just neutral.
"Kurt, I hope you're having a good evening and that I'm not intruding," she didn't pause before continuing, "and I know usually you wouldn't be the person I'd call, but Finn refuses to help and I doubt he'd be very good help anyway, and I don't feel comfortable asking Sam or Mike to do this, and Puck and Artie are definitely out of the question. So, really, it only left you and..."
Kurt rolled his eyes and gingerly sat up. "Rachel," he said and again louder, "Rachel!"
She stopped talking.
"Stop explaining yourself, or I will hang up on you. What do you need?"
He heard her heave a sigh. "Do you want to help me spy on The Dalton Academy Warblers?"
Kurt knew at once that saying yes would end badly. This was Rachel Berry, after all, and any plan of hers would end disastrously. But he was curious.
"How do you plan to accomplish that?" He asked.
"Well, Kurt, that's where you come in. I'm not a boy and I doubt I'd be able to disguise myself well enough. And I know you're very effeminate, Kurt, but you're still, you know, a boy. So, I thought you could sneak in and video tape them or just, you know, get a voice recording of them singing. I've already taken the liberty of finding out when the best time to spy of them would be. A performance is scheduled for tomorrow and I was hoping you could go and get us a good idea as to how good they are."
Kurt would be lying if he said he wasn't interested in Dalton Academy's Warblers. The very idea of an all boys school intrigued Kurt like no other. One couldn't help but wonder about what kind of boys would join an all boys glee club.
He listened to Rachel as she went on, describing anything that could convince Kurt further that he should help out.
"It's for the good of the club, Kurt," she was saying now.
Kurt rolled his eyes and then sighed. "Alright, fine, Rachel, but you better get me a picture or something of their uniform or I'll stand out and give myself away at once."
"I've got you one better," Rachel said and paused for dramatic effect, "My gay dads had to meet a friend from school yesterday and I went with them. They were meeting in Westerville, so I asked to stop by the school and I stole you a uniform. I think it's close to your size."
He really should have expected nothing less from Rachel. He decided in that moment that if he was ever to plan a murder or something of equal gravity that Rachel Berry would be number one in his list of people to call for when he needed to rid himself of the body.
"So," he said, instead of praising her for her work, because really he and Rachel needed to keep their status as not really friends, "you already assumed I would just do it?"
She grunted. "Finn was never an option," she admitted and then her voice turned serious again, "Okay, so tomorrow at school, we can figure everything out. We'll have to skip lunch and three of our classes after it, but we'll be back by Glee. Is that okay?"
Kurt knew there was nothing he could say to protest. "Sure. Don't forget the uniform. You better have this planned out, Rachel, I seriously do not want to get caught. This isn't like Vocal Adrenaline. I'll be trespassing into a private school."
Rachel reassured him she had everything under control and Kurt decided that he might as well trust her. Rachel's plans didn't always go wrong.
I bruise easily. Mommy always said I got that from her, but that at least I wasn't as clumsy as her. She used to have bruises all the time. But hers were small, caused by running into doors, or falling up stairs or knocking her knees or elbows into walls, or tables. But my bruises aren't like hers.
I flinch every time I see him. I'm afraid all the time, and there's nothing anyone can do. Mr. Shuester even told me I shouldn't let it get to me. But how do you not let this get to you? How do you just ignore the names or the bruises on your back?
I know everyone has problems. I'm not selfish or trying to get pity. I haven't told anyone, have I? I just shouldn't be ignored. My pain should matter to someone. But no one notices a thing. Not Finn or Mercedes. Mr. Shuester knows. So does Tina. They've seen it. But all they ask is if I'm okay, or to just ignore it. They think it's okay because it's always been normal at this school.
Mommy would have noticed the difference. She would have known at once. I don't want to worry dad. Not after his heart attack, and not when we're getting along so well. Not when he and Carole are working out so well.
I can handle the bruises, I can handle the pain, I can handle the names. I picture the day when I'll get out of here, be a part of a world where my differences and who I am will make people like me. Where this bullying would never be tolerated. I wonder if there even is such a place out in the world or if I'll ever even find it.
From the diary of Kurt Hummel
The next day found Kurt in the girls bathroom, for once not getting slushie out of his clothes, but still getting out of one outfit into another. The Dalton Academy uniform was not the most atrocious thing Kurt had ever laid his eyes on, but it was still an uniform and the material it was made out of was not something Kurt was very familiar with wearing. It was stiff and the trousers were awkwardly loose. The collar of the white oxford shirt made his neck itch, and the red piping on the blue blazer was something he could have done without.
"Kurt, hurry up," Rachel hissed. She was standing outside his stall and he could hear her tapping her feet.
Kurt sighed and unlatched the door. She stepped back as he pushed it open, and clapped her hands when he came into sight.
"Perfect," she said.
He walked to the nearest mirror and fixed the tie, and then the blazer, before making sure his hair wasn't out of place. Rachel, who looked impatient, grabbed his arm before he could start on something else or break out his bottle of hairspray.
"Rachel!" he cried.
Rachel ignored him, except to say, "we have to go. Or we'll be late."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You act like this is some sort of appointment."
She lead the way out of the school through one of the side entrances whose camera had once been hit to point up to the ceiling and never set back in place. Once they were outside, they made a beeline for Kurt's car and quickly got in.
Kurt, who had already programmed the address into his GPS, turned on his car, the Tom Tom and radio before they were on their way.
Rachel for once, did not try to talk to Kurt for the first half of the ride there, but once they were just twenty minutes away from the school, as indicated by the GPS, began to instill in him what he had to do.
"Rachel," Kurt said when they finally entered Westerville, "would you please just, shut up. I know what I have to do."
She eyed him and sighed. "It's just important, you know." She sniffed and looked out the window.
Kurt ignored her.
Dalton Academy turned out to be a wonderment in architecture, so much so, that upon first glancing at the main building, Kurt almost crashed into another car.
It was obvious the school had money, not only was the building beautiful and reminiscent of a Victorian era manor, it was so well kept it looked like it had just been built, but its lawn was well cut and the flowers and trees strategically placed to be the most pleasing. The buildings that surrounded the main were all close to the same.
"It's beautiful," he told Rachel as he drove into one of the parking lots and found a free space.
"I know," Rachel said, smiling a little and then began to explain to Kurt what door to go in through.
"I watched them that day I was here, and as long as you're in uniform they won't ask if you belong...so we have that covered. I don't know where the performance will happen exactly, but I did grab this map and so I think it could be in either the Arts Building or the main one. They're all interconnected through the basement. You'll be going into the Arts building. You'll figure it out I think. Anyway, you should go. And you have the camera and voice recorder we got from Artie?"
Kurt nodded and patted his pocket. He suddenly felt like this was a terrible idea. He wanted to tell Rachel as much and that they should just go back to McKinley, but she was already pushing his school bag towards him and she didn't look like she'd be willing to let the spying go. So, after reassuring himself that it wouldn't be a terrible disaster, he got out of his car and headed calmly towards the building Rachel had pointed out, focusing on admiring the campus rather than his task at hand.
He made it into the school easily, and imagined that the uniform really did do the trick. Who would question a boy in full Dalton uniform, after all?
There were a few boys in the halls, some walking leisurely, and others quickly. None of them chattered away with friends, just walked along and a few whispered to each other. Kurt watched them and followed a few boys who were talking excitedly in low tones.
"I'm so glad they're doing it today," one boy, short with sandy blond hair said, "getting to miss Perrault's exam is the only thing that will make this week alright."
His friend nodded. "When I got the text, I just knew today would be a good day. I can't believe Jeff didn't mention it last night...and I kept complaining about my class today, too."
The last of the boys, piped in, then, "they don't always know when they're doing something like this. Impromptu, you know."
The second one to have spoken, a tall dark haired boy that was quite handsome snorted. "With Wes on the council? That boy has to have everything scheduled into his journal, you know that. There's not one impulsive bone in his body when it comes to the Warblers."
Kurt's ears perked up at that and he continued following them with just enough space between them so they wouldn't notice that he was a) following them, and b) eavesdropping on them.
But for trying to keep his distance, Kurt lost the boys, once they headed through double doors that had been left open into another hallway that was full of boys headed in all directions, all excited and babbling about a text they'd all received.
"They haven't done this in a month!"
"...think Blaine's lead?"
Kurt caught multiple versions of snippets of conversation and he began to follow some of the crowd. For a moment he considered asking one of the boys what was going on, but keeping himself as much out of the way as possible. He didn't need attention brought to him, so instead he followed the boys and tried to stop himself from noticing how good looking most of them were, but failing miserably.
Eventually he arrived at a large room, this was where they had all been headed and to Kurt it looked like a room that should have been nothing special at this school.
He'd been focused more on where he was going than the interior decorating, but from what Kurt had actually stopped to admire, he knew that it was all very beautiful.
Boys were moving furniture out of the way and laughing together. Some held whispered conversations, and others were silent in their anticipation.
Kurt found himself a spot to stand in that could keep him out of the direct sight of any of the boys, but so he still managed to look at the space that had been cleared.
More and more boys came into the room and found places to stand or sit, and then some of them were suddenly in the middle of the room, ready to break out into song, Kurt could see it in the way they stood. He fiddled with the camera Artie had given Rachel and hoped it would work. It was small enough to hide, but Kurt couldn't keep trying to make sure he was getting everything without letting everyone around him know he was filming the performance. He had just gotten it to the right spot, when two boys walked in, arguing in not too loud tones.
He noticed them at once, because the one closest to him though he was wearing the same uniform as everyone else, seemed to pull it off like only some of the other boys could. He was handsome, despite all the gel in his hair.
"...just saying...could...for you," the other boy, an Asian boy with an aura of authority said, Kurt only managing to hear a few of his words.
The boy that Kurt had become interested at once, rolled his eyes and Kurt heard everything he said, then, because he paused just in front of Kurt, "you need to understand boundaries, Wesley, I don't appreciate this. And no, Lucas will not do."
"Blaine!" Wesley said and then sighed, "this isn't over."
After this, they stepped forward and the other boys that had been in the center of the room joined them in a predetermined formation and the boy that'd been called Blaine, stepped forward.
Kurt didn't expect them to do Katy Perry, but it was what they sang. He expected even less, for the other boys around him to be so enthused by the song. The Warblers were good. They could have done more for their choreography, but their voices were perfect. Blaine performed with confidence and a demeanor that hadn't been there when he and Wes were walking into the room.
Kurt watched them, amazed, his eyes not drifting away from Blaine. This year they really were going to have some competition.
When the performance was over, the Warblers mingled with each other and the other students. Kurt waited until some of the other boys around him started to leave, now that the Warblers had announced they weren't doing another song, and then followed them out, catching a last glimpse of Blaine and Wes once again deep in discussion, this time with another boy.
I don't know how it works. It's different than I expected. Dalton is beautiful, but beauty should not have made it enough for me to fall in love. Maybe it was the acceptance a group of boys singing Katy Perry got from their peers.
I'll never really admit it anywhere else, but I hope the lead singer is gay. I don't think I could describe my feelings further than that.
Dalton is like a dream world. But I don't know all the details. I don't know if there's more to it than just the glimpse I caught today. Somehow I find I want to thank Rachel for letting me see this. I want desperately for this place to be what I've been looking for, but you can never be too sure about that sort of thing.
From the diary of Kurt Hummel
"Any of them, Blaine," Wes said. "They all love you. You could have any boy in this school. Gay or straight, I think they would all go for you."
Blaine shrugged the arm Wes had placed around his shoulders to say this to him. "They like this illusion of me, the lead singer of the Warblers, none of them actually know me and for that matter I don't know any of them."
Wes rolled his eyes. "That's because other than Warblers, you do no other extracurricular activities. I keep telling you to join something else, not just for you college applications next year, either."
They were walking down one of the less used hallways in Dalton's Arts Building after Blaine had tried to leave what had been dubbed The Warblers' Commons because it was the one common room anywhere at Dalton where one could at any time find some of the Warblers, and where all their 'impromptu' performances were held.
"What I don't understand," Blaine said, "is why you're so set on controlling my life. You want me to join more clubs, you want me to get a boyfriend. Next what, you'll decide that I don't just like boys and start setting me up with your girlfriend's friends? Wes, seriously, I may be your lead singer, but you just can't make my every decision. I'm happy, Wes, I am. My life is finally making sense to me, and I don't want you to keep pushing. As my friend, just, please."
Wes looked for a moment taken aback. He stared at Blaine and shook his head with a sigh. "It's not that I think I know what's best for you, just that I worry. You know I worry. And I can't help thinking you're lonely. I just...you've never had a boyfriend, Blaine, and you're not even trying and...you don't know how it'd feel."
"No, I don't know, but I like how things are now." Blaine stopped and turned to face Wes. "I'm waiting to meet someone wonderful. And I know I haven't met him yet, but I'll know when I do."
"You haven't met anyone, because you refuse to meet anyone," Wes said and then rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Look, I have to go meet up with David and Thad, just think about it."
Blaine nodded and watched Wes go in the direction they'd come from, for a while wondering if Wes was right and he just didn't know that he wanted a boyfriend because he'd never had one before. He shook the thought for the moment and continued on his way, humming to himself.
He continued, turning into a different more busy hall and smiling at a few boys who called out to him about the earlier performance, but didn't pause to talk to them. Maybe he wasn't very social. He only ever hung out with some of the Warblers and the boys that resided on his floor at Stevenson, after all. But Dalton was a hard school. Blaine spent most of his time on school work, and if not that then practicing songs for the Warblers. He didn't have time to get to know every boy at Dalton.
Blaine walked out of the Arts Building and walked across the ground towards Stevenson. There were two other dorms at Dalton, and for a while Blaine had belonged to Stoughton, before Wes, David, and Thad talked to housing and got him to move into to spare single at Stevenson instead.
Though Blaine headed towards Stevenson House, he bypassed it, and walked instead to the parking lot just off of Stevenson, reserved for the juniors and seniors that lived there and drove. They were given freedom to come and go as long as they were back at their perspective House before midnight or their parents called to excuse them for the night.
Blaine got to his car and got in, glad to be able to escape Dalton for a little while, even if he was just going to get himself coffee and a biscotti at his favorite cafe. He pulled out of his usual parking spot and headed on his way, still wondering if his life wasn't as fulfilled as he thought it was, if Wes was seeing something he was missing.
I think maybe Wes is right. What do I know of love, if I've never felt it before. What do I know of life, when I've never been in love.
I think I'm happy. I think I know what I want. But will I ever find that boy if I don't try? Maybe he's looking for me too.
They don't get it. I want it all. I want the complications of a boy in my life, but I want the right one, not just someone to fill the spot until he comes along. The question remains: is he even real?
From the journal of Blaine Anderson
Author's Note: I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter. I really liked writing it. It's very different from my last fic. Let me know what you think about it, specially about the journal/diary entries, because I'm still a little unsure about them.
This was supposed to be in a first person point of view, switching back and forth from Blaine to Kurt, but it didn't really work out that way, and I like third person better anyway. But I did want more insight to Kurt and Blaine so the journal/diary entries happened. They're also a big part of the possible fantasy/sci-fi/supernatural stuff that could happen in this fic later.
I also obviously had to change how they met, and they will meet next chapter. Hope you guys liked it.
I don't know when next chapter will be out, it all depends on homework and such. I have quite a bit to get done, but the semester will be over in three weeks and even with school work I managed to get the other fic done, so, it shouldn't be too long.
Thanks for reading.
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