Author's Note: I had someone ask if I could write some chapters from Kurt's POV, and maybe in the future, if I hit some major writers block on other stories, but for now, I don't see that happening. I'm sorry. But, if it's any condolence, it's very similar to Blaine's POV. Here's a tiny epilogue.

"I think Candles by Hey Monday will be perfect for our duet," Blaine said happily while Kurt bedazzled their feathered friend's casket. Kurt looked up at him.

"I have a better song," Kurt said, putting down his bedazzler and pulling out a boom box. He plugged it in and orchestra music started. Blaine grinned instantly. "I know you. I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. Yet I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once. The way you did once upon a dream."

Blaine stared in wonder while Kurt walked around the common room, dancing with his invisible prince, singing almost as high as Sleeping Beauty can. Blaine smiled, getting up and taking Kurt's arm, pulling him into a waltz.

"I know you. I walked with you once upon a dream," Blaine started. Kurt joined in, the couple singing where a choir would normally sing, until the short Disney song was over and the two found a seat on one of the cool leather sofas.

"So?" Kurt asked, tilting his head. Blaine smiled and planted a kiss on the boy's overly soft lips.

"I think it's beautiful. Too beautiful for the judges at regionals to appreciate," he said, knowing also that Wes would never go for it.

"Do you ever wonder about that Blaine?" Kurt asked after they sat in silence for a short time.

"Wonder about regionals?" Blaine asked.

"No, wonder about how that happened. How we saw each other in dreams," Kurt said, tucking his legs so he was sitting pretzel style on the sofa. "It is a little strange, isn't it?"

"Oh, it's more than a little strange. It's completely bizarre. But no, I don't really question it," Blaine answered, wrapping an arm around the taller boy's waist.

"How come?"

"Because, those dreams brought me such a beautiful person. Those nights we spend together were absolute magic. Why question something like that?"

Kurt nodded, running his spidery fingers down Blaine's leg. The duo would never question the dreams, and wouldn't even mention them to other people until they had children of their own. Then they told the story to them at night, of two princes separated by a wall of glass, until one day, their love became so strong that the glass couldn't keep them separate anymore.