"Mister Schue? Could you tell us a story?"

Will Schuester looked down at his captive audience, smiling as he noted the hopeful look on every single face. It was a Saturday afternoon and he was on his monthly visit to the children's ward at the local hospital. The kids had sung with him for most of the afternoon and they were sitting around him in a semi-circle looking tired but content. He smiled back and strummed his ukulele thoughtfully, searching for a good plotline. It was then that his eyes fell on the old television in the corner which was surrounded by old videotapes. There were a number of Disney classics but the one that stood out the most was the purple case with the title 'Aladdin' emblazoned across it in gold letters. Maybe if he changed the story and modernised it a bit, something could be worked out.

"You wanna hear a story?" He asked, placing his ukulele on the floor.

"Yeah!" The children answered, some nodding and others clapping their hands.

"I said, do you wanna hear a story?"

"YEAH!" Came the reply, so loud it caused one of the sisters of the ward to look through the window disapprovingly.

"Okay, okay," Will raised his hands in an 'I surrender' pose, "So have I ever told you guys the one about a poor street boy who went on to save an entire kingdom?"

Some of the children shook their heads while others simply looked confused.

"No?" Mr. Schue grinned, "Well I guess it's your lucky day. This happens to be one of the best stories I know. And…it's based on a true story." He paused, making sure the kids wanted him to continue, "It all starts on a dark, cold night in a kingdom called Lima…

"Blast it all!" Sue Sylvester threw her staff at the wall in frustration, "I really thought we had it this time! After years and years of waiting and that idiot gets himself killed and I have to find a…what was it, Becky?"

"A diamond in the rough, Miss. Sylvester," Her servant replied, trembling slightly from the degree of rage her mistress was displaying.

"I mean, what does that even mean?" Sue ran her hands through her short blonde hair in frustration, "How the hell am I supposed to find a 'diamond in the rough' in a city this big? It's just preposterous. I have enough to do what with managing the guards and trying to destroy the Sultan and his brat."

"You could always use the Sultan's ring to find him, your evilness," Becky offered, "The guards would find him in no time." She quailed under the calculating look Sue gave her.

"The Sultan's ring?" Sue raised her eyebrows, "Of course, that would show me this boy's whereabouts straight away." She swiftly picked her staff up and strode towards the door, "Come, Becky. We have work to do."

"Run!" Blaine yelled, tossing the baguette towards Jeff and diving down a side street, trying to make the guards follow him instead. It worked. The guards ignored the tall, blonde boy and raced after Blaine, ignoring the annoyed cries from the shoppers they were pushing past.

Blaine sped forward, weaving in and out of shoppers and trying to put as much distance between himself and the sultan's guards as possible.

"All this for some bread?" He thought incredulously before jumping onto a tall gate and scaling it quickly. He chanced a look backwards when he reached the top and saw that the guards were advancing on him quickly. Blaine sighed and jumped off the top of the gate.

"It's way too early for this."

"Hey, pretty boy! Come here so you can taste my fists of fury!" The head guard, Karofsky, was gaining on him by the second.

Blaine grinned, "I think I'll pass. How about I engage you in a nice sing-a-long instead?"

"Don't push me, street rat!" He heard the bigger boy yell before he leapt sideways onto a fire escape and began climbing up it.

"Let's see…what song do I know that will really annoy guards?" Blaine glanced upwards and saw a familiar blonde head hovering above him from the rooftop, "What do you think, Jeff?"

Jeff grinned and extended his hand to help pull his friend up, "You know Blaine, I think I have just the song."

I don't care about a thing today
I used to but I'm fed up
And I can hear the words you say,
I wish that you would shut up.

Blaine grinned and allowed Jeff to heave him up onto the rooftop. They then took off, jumping along the roof tops and still singing.

I got responsibility
That is my liability
A menace to society...
At least that's what they say to me.

Karofsky and the other guards were still hot on their tail as they leapt from roof to roof. With a look at each other, they threw themselves off the next one, landing on a washing line and swinging easily to the ground.

But tonight, tonight, it's on tonight
I don't want your boring life
And I don't want your 9 to 5
Or anyone to tell me how to live my life.

A glance upwards told the boys that Karofsky and the guards wouldn't be following them anytime soon. They high fived each other as they sprinted through the streets of Lima.

People always tell me not to waste my time
To get a real job and get back in line
You can say I'll never be a millionaire
Tell me this guitar won't get me anywhere

Your future's no future
Your future's no future
I control my future.

"Seriously though, man," Jeff panted as the boys slowed down into a walk, sure that the guards were no longer on their trail, "We got in trouble a little early today…even for us."

Blaine grinned, "You're only in trouble if you get caught."

Jeff smiled back and handed half of the baguette to Blaine before turning down a dark alleyway full of bins. Both boys stopped as they spotted two small figures at the end of the alley. When their eyes adjusted to the gloom they realised they were looking at a small boy and girl, no older than seven. The two were rooting around in a bin, seemingly oblivious to the two boys.

Blaine looked guiltily down at the baguette in his hands. He might have nothing, but at least he knew how to get food. These kids obviously had no clue.

He cleared his throat and the two flinched and immediately jumped backwards.

"Hey, it's okay guys, seriously," He raised both his hands to show he wasn't going to hurt them, "You hungry?" He gently tossed the bread towards the girl, who caught it, looking surprised.

"It's on the house," He smiled, before starting to climb the ladder at the end of the alley, "C'mon Jeff."

Jeff rolled his eyes at Blaine before tossing his half of the baguette towards the boy. The sound of music and horse hooves, however, stopped him from following his friend up the ladder.

"Do you hear that?" He asked, looking up towards Blaine. Both boys turned towards the noise, which sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall.

Blaine swiftly climbed over the top and slid down the other side, quickly followed by Jeff. The sight that met their eyes was enough to make any self respecting person cringe.

A young blonde woman in a rather revealing dress was sitting on top of a pure white stallion, looking extremely self satisfied at the crowd she'd drawn around her. A thin cigarette was carefully positioned in one hand while the other was gently coiffing her hair.

"No fellas, I'm afraid I'm already taken!" She trilled in a high giggly voice, "I intend to marry the Sultan's beautiful son!"

The men around her made noises of disapproval and she giggled even more, "Sorry boys! There's nothing I can do about it. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

Blaine saw the two children out of the corner of his eye but, before he could stop them, they had run straight into the stallion, causing her to almost fall backwards off the horse and her hair ornament to fall to ground and smash to pieces.

"What the f-?" She screeched angrily, as the children edged backwards, looking scared, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Look what you've done to my jewellery!" She raised her hand above her head and brought it down, making to slap the terrified girl in the face.

"Blaine-!" Jeff yelled but the smaller boy had already run forward and caught the blonde's hand before she could strike the child. He threw it back at her as Jeff rushed forward and pulled the children out of harm's way, a look of disgust on his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" The woman yelled at Blaine, "Did you not see what that little brat did to my hairpiece?"

"What do you think you're doing?" Blaine shouted back, equally as angry, "You can't just hit a kid! It was obviously an accident."

The woman scoffed, looking Blaine up and down, "Oh, I get it. You're trying to prove yourself, is that right? Well, let me give you some advice, honey." She leaned in closer so that her and Blaine were nose to nose, "Give it up. You are a worthless street rat. You were born a street rat and you will die a street rat." She smirked, "Now get out of my way so I can go and make myself someone's beautiful wife while you just carry on stinking up the streets and collecting fleas."

She smirked again before setting off towards the palace gates, leaving a crowd of admirers and a furious Blaine in her wake.

"I'm not worthless!" He yelled after her, "And I don't have fleas!"

The crowd were staring at him now, some of them stifling giggles and others whispering to each other. Blaine gave one last glare before heading off down the side street where Jeff was waiting, looking worried.

"Dude, just ignore her. She was just some stupid b-"

Blaine sighed and shook his head, "I don't want to talk about it. You go home, okay? I'll try to find some more food."

Jeff nodded and started to make his way towards another ladder in silence, leaving Blaine to his thoughts.

Kurt Hummel was sitting in the back garden of the palace, his head in his hands and his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Kurt?" He glanced up and saw his best friend, Mercedes, coming towards him. She was pulling off her work apron and had a concerned look on her face as she knelt beside him, "Kurt…what's wrong?"

The boy shook his head, "Just, you know, the usual."

"You mean the fact that your Dad's making you marry a total stranger in three days because of some stupid law?"

"Yeah, that." Kurt put his head back in his hands, "…I hate this."

"He's just looking out for you, Kurt. He wants you to be looked after," Mercedes tentatively put her arm around her best friend, "He cares about you."

"Well I'd rather he just me that instead of enforcing this stupid law. When I marry, I want it to be for love and not because of something I can't control."

"Maybe you'll find someone? Some of the girls have been okay…"

Kurt looked up, "But that's the problem, Mercedes. I'm gay and my Dad's been sending girls for me to court. It's not really helping matters. And I can't tell him, I just can't. It might make things even worse."

Mercedes sighed and looked at her watch, "Well I'd better go. My break's nearly over and Miss. Sylvester will go crazy if she sees me out here."

Kurt nodded, "I'll talk to you later." He smiled and watched as she left before adding, "Unless I'm already gone by then.

Blaine headed back towards the market, kicking stones furiously as he went and singing quietly to himself.

Can anybody hear me?
Or am I talking to myself?
My mind is running empty,
In this search for someone else
Who doesn't look right through me
It's all just static in my head
Can anybody tell me why
I'm lonely like a satellite?

Blaine numbly swung himself up onto a window sill, ignoring the annoyed sounds from inside as he moved further and further up the building.

'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted off
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forget.
Can I please come down?
Because I'm tired of drifting round and round.
Can I please come down?

On the other side of the square inside the palace walls, Kurt was staring miserably out of his bedroom window with his iPod dock belting out music at full blast. A small bag was sitting on his bed, already packed. He found himself singing along miserably, wishing the words weren't so relatable.

I'm deafened by the silence
Is it something that I've done?
I know that there are millions
I can't be the only one
Who's so disconnected
It's so different in my head
Can anybody tell me why
I'm lonely like a satellite?

The young prince paused as he scanned the skyline, as he was searching for someone – anyone – who would understand.

'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted off
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forget.
Can I please come down?
Because I'm tired of drifting round and round.
Can I please come down?

Blaine hesitated as he reached the top of the rooftop and looked across the square towards the huge iron gates that led into the palace. He swore he could hear someone singing along with him in a high tenor voice as he belted out the bridge, not caring who heard.

Now I lie awake and scream in zero gravity
And it's starting to weigh down on me
Let's abort this mission now.
Can I please come down?

He paused again, his eyes squinting towards the palace. There was a light on in one of the high tower windows with a shape silhouetted against it. From the slump of the shoulders and the hanging head, Blaine would have guessed they were feeling as down as he was right now. He raised his voice and sang even more loudly, directing the words towards the drooping figure.

So tonight I'm calling all astronauts
Calling lonely people that the world forgot
If you hear my voice come pick me up.
Are you out there?
'Cause you're all I've got.

'Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
And I lost all signal when I lifted up
Now I'm stuck out here and the world forgot.

Kurt lifted his head, staring out into the night sky. He could see a dark figure on top of the one of the roofs above the market. It almost sounded like they were singing along with him but…that was impossible right? Kurt smiled and shook his head before closing the window, muffling the music.

Blaine watched as the figure left the window and sighed, wondering if he'd imagined the whole thing. He laughed at his stupidity before starting to climb down towards the stalls, hoping that one of the owners had been feeling especially generous that day.

Cause tonight I'm feeling like an astronaut
Sending SOS from this tiny box
To the lonely people that the world forgot
Are you out there?
Cause you're all I've got!
Can I please come down?
Cause I'm tired of drifting round and round.
Can I please come down?

If you're interested, the songs used in this chapter are 'Festival Song' by Good Charlotte and 'Astronaut' by Simple Plan.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! :)