Title: The Glass Capsule
Summary: Fairy tales are just that, fairy tales. But one day, Rachel stumbles upon a version of her favorite story that makes her realize that not every fairy tale is just a story.
Warnings: Slash, but that's kind of expected by now. Uh, magic and completely and totally AU
Author's Note: This is the expanded version of number four from my ten song challenge "Music Music Music!".
The next day, Rachel stormed into the library after school, glowering when she saw Wes sitting at the desk. She walked over to him and slammed the book down in front of him, causing him to look up at her. "Rachel..." he started to say, but she cut him off.
"Wesley, this is not a finished book," she said, poking the center of the cover. "Do you know why this is an unfinished book?" When he opened his mouth to speak, she spoke over him again. "Because "The Glass Capsule" never, and I mean ever, ends with the lovers being stuck in the capsule. So, Wesley, I am going to ask you why you gave me this book when you knew that it was unfinished."
Wes was silent for a moment, staring down at the book. "Because it's not finished," he replied softly, opening the book and staring at the illustration of the capsule. He reached out and gently touched the colred page, staring hard at one of the figures. "It's not finished because the story hasn't been resolved."
Rachel frowned deeply. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said softly, tipping her head to the side. "What do you mean the story hasn't been resolved?"
Wes sighed and spun around in his rolling chair. "David, you'd better come here," he called, causing David to poke his head out from between the shelves and join them. "Help me explain the book."
David hummed softly and sat down next to Wes, safely behind the librarian's desk. "This story is about "The Glass Capsule"," he said, holding up a hand to stop Rachel from speaking over him. "The other stories in that book have been resolved, with the lovers freeing themselves from the capsule and living happily ever after. They have all been resolved becausein real life they freed themselves from the capsule. Kurt and Blaine haven't."
Rachel frowned. "What are you talking about?" she asked. crossing her arms and leaning against the desk. "They're just a collection of stories, aren't they?"
Wes shook his head. "No, they're not," he said. "The stories in this book have actually happened. Each couple told in this book have been trapped in one of those prisons. Their stories were written down in this book, so people can realize that it's not just a story, like you believe."
David nodded. "That's why we need you," he replied, tapping the cover of the book gently. "We need you to find where Michael is hiding the capsule and break it so they can be free."
The brunette girl scoffed. "Who exactly?" she aked. "I'm not buying this. This is just an elaborate ruse you two cooked up to trick me. Where are they really? Those two boys - Kurt and Blaine."
Wes and David exchanged looks and sighed. "I told you so," David replied. "We're trusting their lifes in the hands of someone who doesn't even believe us."
Irritated, the Asian boy turned back to Rachel. "You read the story right?" he asked, causing Rachel's brow to furrow. "You read the first story and that's why you got so irritated at me, right? Because the story wasn't finished?"
Rachel nodded slowly. "Yeah..." she said carefully.
Wes stared straight into her brown eyes. "If you don't help us, their story will never be finished. Kurt and Blaine will be trapped inside that damned prison, inches away from each other but never able to touch because some twisted psychopath got jealous that Blaine chose Kurt over him. Is that really what you want?" he asked.
"They need help, Rachel," David said softly.
Rachel tapped her fingers against the desk. "Why can't you save them, if you believe in this story?" she asked.
"Michael already knows what we look like," Wes replied, standing up. "If he sees us with twenty feet of him, then he'll move it and we'll never find them. You're Blaine and Kurt's only chance."
"Why do you care so much?" Rachel asked, turning the book around so we should look at the picture of the capsule.
"Blaine is our best friend," David replied, picking up a photo and showing it to her. "This is us when we graduated Dalton Academy."
Rachel took the picture and looked down at it. Wes and David stood on either side of a shorter male with dark curly hair that was poking out from underneath his standard black graduation cap. "You all look so happy, especially Blaine," she said, handing the photo back to them.
Wes smiled a little. "That's because Kurt's the one who took this picture," he said. "They met in junior year and they were head-over-heels in love with each other within moments. It took them a while, but eventually they pulled their heads out of their butts and figured it out. They've been together for... how long, David?"
David hummed a little. "Three years," he replied.
Rachel stared at them with wide eyes. "This... isn't a hoax, is it?" she whispered, feeling her knees shake. "This is real."
David and Wes noded and Rachel felt her knees give out. A chair was pushed underneath her before she fell back against the floor and she sagged against it. "Thanks," she breathed out before looking up at them. "What do I have to do?"
Wes shot a triumphant grin at David before turning to Rachel. "You have to find out where Michael is keeping it and break it in two, just like in the story," he said as David disappeared.
Rachel nodded. "Do you have any idea on where Michael is?" she asked as David reappeared with a bottle of water. He offered it to her, but she just shook her head.
Wes sighed softly and shook his head a little. "We have no idea," he answered honestly. "We don't know much about him, honestly. Blaine only mentioned him once or twice, and he never went into detail about what he was like."
David blinked and sat up. "Hold on, didn't he mention that Michael would always pop up around that one bookstore that Blaine used to always check out for new books?" he asked, tapping his finger against his chek. "What was the name of it again?"
Wes shrugged. "Something about Potter, maybe? I don't remember," he grumbled. "We know where it is, so we can take you there, but you've gotta go in on your own. Can you handle that?"
Rachel nodded slowly. "I should be able to," she admitted. "I think I know what place you're talking about. A friend of mine... works there..." she trailed off, her eyes widening a little.
The brunette frowned. "I think I might know who he is," she said softly. "There's a guy I know who works at the Potter Place. His name's Michael Armstrong. He always did freak me out... kept staring at this guy who was always there." She stopped talking and looking down at the photo on Wes' desk. "It was Blaine."
David smiled a little. "So that's the guy," he murmured. "Now all you need to do is find it and break it in two. It shouldn't be that hard."
Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. "Riiiiiight, not that hard," she said, shaking her head. "We have no idea where this guy lives or if he even keeps it with him at all times!"
Wes hummed a little. "We'll just have to do check him out before we know where he's keeping the capsule. Are you ready to go now?" he asked.
She looked at the photo of Kurt and Blaine, staring at the two smiling boys who were wrapped in each other's arms. "Yeah," she said, looking away from the photo. "I'm ready."
Blaine pounded against the glass separating him from Kurt. He had lost track of how long they had been locked inside the capsule, but he knew that it was too long. He pressed his forehead against the barrier, slamming his fist against it again. "Kurt!" he shouted, knowing that it was pointless.
Kurt pressed closer to the glass, his hand resting over where Blaine's was. He mouthed something to Blaine and even though Blaine couldn't tell exactly what he was saying, but he knew that it was probably "I love you."
"I love you too, Kurt," Blaine said, staring straight into Kurt's bright eyes. "I love you and that will never change, no matter how long we're locked in this godforsaken place."
Kurt smiled, as if he could hear what Blaine was saying. He pressed both his palms onto the glass, over Blaine's and closed his eyes. The curly haired male just stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight and trying desperately to remember everything he could about Kurt. His scent, his feel, his voice...
This torture was slowly wearing him down.
"I'm never going to stop loving him, Michael," Blaine said, as if Michael could hear him. "I will never stop, no matter how long we're here."
The capsule shook and Blaine pounded on the glass again as a bright light began to shine behind him. He looked back, his eyes widening as he felt his body lifting up. Kurt opened his eyes and stared with an open mouth, beginning to pound on the glass as Blaine's hands lost contact with the glass.
"No!" Blaine shouted before he disappeared in a flash of light, leaving Kurt alone.