Part of Your World (Klaine)
Title: Part of Your World
Prompt: Boat Ride
Medium: fic
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Schmoop, crack
Summary: AU. A mixture between Disney’s Little Mermaid, the original Hans Christian Andersen version, and Glee.
It was only after his father found out that Kurt had gone to the surface in the presence of humans that the merman realized he really didn’t think his plan through well. So he knew his father would disapprove, but Kurt just couldn’t stay away. Kurt loved music, and the humans’ always had the best music. He could always hear it drifting over the waves and he longed to get closer. Maybe that including pulling himself up onto ornate sides of the grand ship to see the creatures that threw such wonderful parties, but who could blame him? Especially when one in particular had caught his attention. With dark hair and bright eyes, he was perfect, and to top it all off, he was a prince.
When the ship caught fire and began to sink, Kurt knew he couldn’t let the prince drown. Though it would go against everything his father ever taught him, Kurt knew he had to rescue this boy. Even if it was amazing to touch the man, his father’s consequences would never match up to the crime. (Even if he would gladly do it again anyway.)
Because his father concluded that since the guards obviously couldn’t contain him, Kurt needed a babysitter. Possibly the most humiliating thing ever, not to mention that it just had to be Rachel.
So what if she had a good singing voice? She was just plain annoying when she wasn’t performing, and sometimes even if she was. She talked all the time about pointless things Kurt didn’t care about and he just wanted to escape.
Luckily enough, Rachel seemed apt to distraction as long as his brother Finn was around, so, though he felt bad for leaving him alone with her, one day Kurt ditched her to swim to his cavern again. He might have taken a statue off of the ship that bared a remarkable resemblance to the prince, but, hey, who could blame him? As long as it stayed hidden away in his cavern, what could it hurt?
Mercedes was probably already there since Rachel wouldn’t let her into the palace as a “possible conspirator to his escape.” Even if she wasn’t, Kurt could use the time to think.
Mercedes was in the cavern when Kurt got there. He quickly swam over to her and flopped down on the sand, hair flying out from around him. “Oh, ‘Cedes, why doesn’t Father understand? I just want to see the world. The Ocean’s so large, but there are so few things that are actually going on down here. Besides my family, what is there to hold me here? The youngest of seven, I have no power in the kingdom and yet I still have to deal with people openly criticizing or sucking up to me. How is that at all fair?”
“I don’t know, Kurt. Maybe he’ll come around, yeah? You are his favorite.”
“That doesn’t matter. It probably makes it worse. He doesn’t want to lose his beloved son. He’s probably let Finn go up tons of times because ‘he could handle it.’ Maybe even Quinn if she went with Sam. Just because they learned to fight and I learned how to dance doesn’t mean I can’t survive. How am I supposed to resist the surface when all seven of my brothers and sisters have already gone and told me of all its beauty? Oh, what should I do? I have to go, just once more at least.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, but I just don’t know what to do. I mean, how could either of us defy your father? He’s king!”
“Maybe I can help with that.” An ominous voice emanated from nowhere in particular. “Outside, tickle-me-do-face. Moving boulder-doors are below me.”
“Kurt, I don’t like the look of this. I’ve got a really bad feeling about her. Isn’t Sue the she-witch that King Schuster banished before the end of his reign?”
“Well, I’ve learned that kings aren’t always right. How could a world that makes such wonderful music be bad? If Father thinks that the human world is bad, maybe King Schuster similar about Sue. She can’t be all bad, and even if she is, what harm could it do to just talk to her?”
“Your funeral, white boy. I’m not telling your father though, nuh-uh, I have nothing to do with this.”
Kurt exited the cavern to see the famed sorceress, tall with a long red tail and hair cut short. Kurt had never known a mermaid to ever cut her hair, but he was too scared of Sue to say anything about it. “So, Porcelain,” Sue barked, “I hear you want to go and live on the surface. It will bring you great sadness, Princess, but it’s your choice, and I can make it happen.”
“At what price?”
“You have the best voice in the kingdom, right? I want it.”
“My voice? Why would you want my voice?”
“Never mind why I want it; I just have to take something from you. I’m an enabler, I need something to enable, Princess.”
“That made no sense. And I’m a prince, thank you.”
“Whatever, Lady, you gonna deal or not?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to be human.”
“Way to find the magic words. You have to make the prince fall in love with you … blah, blah, blah … three days … true love’s kiss … You get the whole shebang.”
“Yeah, I got it. Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.”
~*~
Kurt woke up on a sandy beach, close to the castle where he had left the Prince some days ago. He was confused at first, wondering how he got there and what had happened. It was then that he remembered, and he immediately looked down to where his tail used to be.
He had legs. Real, human legs, with ten toes and everything.
He didn’t know if he had ever been happier, so that was when it had to happen.
“Oh my Triton, what have you done!” came Rachel’s shrill voice. “Your father is going to kill me. I’m dead! Why would you ever do this to me? Do you hate me that much, to the point of wanting me dead? Because that is what’s going to happen, you self-centered, stupid … boy. My God, you’re human! What were you thinking?”
Kurt opened his mouth to respond, glad that Rachel had finally allowed him to talk, but nothing came out. So he really had traded his voice. He tried to pantomime this to Rachel who must have been amazing at charades because she managed to get the whole story down perfectly within minutes.
“Well, not that you’ve completely ruined my life one way or another, I can at least lessen the blow by helping you to not die. Maybe if you live a happy human life, I can just be imprisoned for life instead of mercilessly executed.” At Kurt’s look, she huffed and said “Don’t look at me like I’m the drama queen here, you traded three hundred years of wonderful aquatic life to be with a boy you met three days ago! Now we need to get you some clothes; no sensible prince is going to fall in love with a nudist.”
Kurt blushed at that, and tucked himself into a hidden spot while he waited for Rachel to scout out a place to discretely get clothes. She came back with a bundle of rather odd pants, a confusingly laced shirt, and a beautiful, double-breasted blue coat. It was good that she arrived when she did, because not even a minute after the now man Kurt had finally managed to tie the shirt, he was knocked over.
The animal barked like a seal at him and licked his face, overeager and like nothing he knew from the sea. Kurt let out a silent laugh, sure to be boisterous if he could actually use his voice. What happened next was most important to Kurt however, as the Prince, the prince he had saved all that time ago, came stumbling out onto the beach.
“Max! Oh, Max! I’m so sorry, sir, he got away from me. Still a puppy really, but he’s quite big.” At no response, the Prince became more and more flustered. “I’m sorry, he must have knocked you over; you’re soaked! Come with me to the palace, please? We can get you cleaned up there, promise. I’m so sorry I caused any trouble. It looks like a new coat, too.”
Kurt nodded in response to this, not quite sure how to communicate with the Prince without resorting to charades and looking like an idiot. Besides, he probably wouldn’t be able to pick up on his meaning like Rachel.
“Is that a yes?” The Prince questioned. Kurt could only nod again, which prompted the Prince to ask, “Can you speak?”
Kurt quickly shook his head and even reached for his throat, trying to make sure that the human he might have just given his life up for understood that he really would like to talk to him and get to know him, but that he just couldn’t. He kind of understood why Rachel was freaking out about this now, because how could you make someone fall in love with you if they can’t even talk to you?
“Oh, I’m so sorry. But all the more reason you should join me. It would be hard getting around without being able to talk to people, and you don’t look like you’re from around here. Are you, by chance?”
Kurt shook his head no, and quickly realized that he was going to grow tired of that rather quickly.
“Didn’t think so. You looked familiar, though.” The prince seemed perplexed and almost sad for a moment before he perked up and went on. “Anyway, I’m Blaine. Technically, I should tell you that I’m Prince Blaine, first heir to the throne of Dalton, but please, let’s skip that part, yeah?”
Kurt quickly nodded his ascension before following Blaine off of the beach and up a long, winding staircase built into the wall of an overhanging cliff. At the top of the stairs stood the palace Blaine must have been speaking of, big enough to rival his father’s and made of gleaming white stones.
Blaine took him inside and gave him a tour before leaving him to his new room to prepare for dinner. He would have new clothes sent up to Kurt shortly, but for now, Kurt wanted a bath more than anything. He missed the water, sure, but mostly the urge came from the uncomfortable feeling of salt drying on his new human skin that drove him to call a servant for the hot water.
~*~
Kurt was clean and dressed in time for dinner, though he did arrive to the table late anyway. Blaine has him sit next to him at the head of the long table, talking to fill the silence that Kurt can’t break himself, and laughing good-naturedly at Kurt’s own attempts to communicate.
Eventually dinner is over, however, though neither of them wants the night to end. Blaine has the brilliant idea to take a boat ride, and Kurt goes along, hoping against all odds that he can get Blaine to kiss him in the next sixty hours.
~*~
Blaine leads him down the same stairs that they traveled up this morning, this time veering left to go under the cliff to what must be the most secluded and hidden lagoon ever.
It was beautiful and it was perfect for Kurt’s plan.
Blaine apparently came here often because he had a good enough boat and a pair of oars already stashed along the bank. He helped Kurt into the boat, as chivalrously as anyone had been to him and he didn’t even know that Kurt was a prince. This was all for him, not his status, especially since Kurt thinks that Blaine got the idea that he was a peasant from another country looking for work in Dalton.
He wasn’t and he knew it, but as long as Blaine kissed him and fell in love with him, Kurt didn’t care. There was time for the truth later, when he had his voice and could explain properly.
That was when he thought everything was going to go downhill, however, because despite the fact that he was wearing an amazing black corset over one of his new white shirts with even more form-fitting trousers, Rachel could always make anything worse. It was only after she rallied about every creature in the lagoon and serenaded Blaine for him that Kurt remembered she was actually trying to help him.
And apparently it worked, because not two minutes after she had finished, Blaine kissed him. The Prince just leaned over the oars, half-way across the boat itself, and Kurt was surprised that it didn’t tip over. But despite the precarious position, Blaine kissed him and Kurt knew that the spell was broken and that he could be happy with Blaine, on land, forever.
Prompt: Boat Ride
Medium: fic
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Schmoop, crack
Summary: AU. A mixture between Disney’s Little Mermaid, the original Hans Christian Andersen version, and Glee.
It was only after his father found out that Kurt had gone to the surface in the presence of humans that the merman realized he really didn’t think his plan through well. So he knew his father would disapprove, but Kurt just couldn’t stay away. Kurt loved music, and the humans’ always had the best music. He could always hear it drifting over the waves and he longed to get closer. Maybe that including pulling himself up onto ornate sides of the grand ship to see the creatures that threw such wonderful parties, but who could blame him? Especially when one in particular had caught his attention. With dark hair and bright eyes, he was perfect, and to top it all off, he was a prince.
When the ship caught fire and began to sink, Kurt knew he couldn’t let the prince drown. Though it would go against everything his father ever taught him, Kurt knew he had to rescue this boy. Even if it was amazing to touch the man, his father’s consequences would never match up to the crime. (Even if he would gladly do it again anyway.)
Because his father concluded that since the guards obviously couldn’t contain him, Kurt needed a babysitter. Possibly the most humiliating thing ever, not to mention that it just had to be Rachel.
So what if she had a good singing voice? She was just plain annoying when she wasn’t performing, and sometimes even if she was. She talked all the time about pointless things Kurt didn’t care about and he just wanted to escape.
Luckily enough, Rachel seemed apt to distraction as long as his brother Finn was around, so, though he felt bad for leaving him alone with her, one day Kurt ditched her to swim to his cavern again. He might have taken a statue off of the ship that bared a remarkable resemblance to the prince, but, hey, who could blame him? As long as it stayed hidden away in his cavern, what could it hurt?
Mercedes was probably already there since Rachel wouldn’t let her into the palace as a “possible conspirator to his escape.” Even if she wasn’t, Kurt could use the time to think.
Mercedes was in the cavern when Kurt got there. He quickly swam over to her and flopped down on the sand, hair flying out from around him. “Oh, ‘Cedes, why doesn’t Father understand? I just want to see the world. The Ocean’s so large, but there are so few things that are actually going on down here. Besides my family, what is there to hold me here? The youngest of seven, I have no power in the kingdom and yet I still have to deal with people openly criticizing or sucking up to me. How is that at all fair?”
“I don’t know, Kurt. Maybe he’ll come around, yeah? You are his favorite.”
“That doesn’t matter. It probably makes it worse. He doesn’t want to lose his beloved son. He’s probably let Finn go up tons of times because ‘he could handle it.’ Maybe even Quinn if she went with Sam. Just because they learned to fight and I learned how to dance doesn’t mean I can’t survive. How am I supposed to resist the surface when all seven of my brothers and sisters have already gone and told me of all its beauty? Oh, what should I do? I have to go, just once more at least.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, but I just don’t know what to do. I mean, how could either of us defy your father? He’s king!”
“Maybe I can help with that.” An ominous voice emanated from nowhere in particular. “Outside, tickle-me-do-face. Moving boulder-doors are below me.”
“Kurt, I don’t like the look of this. I’ve got a really bad feeling about her. Isn’t Sue the she-witch that King Schuster banished before the end of his reign?”
“Well, I’ve learned that kings aren’t always right. How could a world that makes such wonderful music be bad? If Father thinks that the human world is bad, maybe King Schuster similar about Sue. She can’t be all bad, and even if she is, what harm could it do to just talk to her?”
“Your funeral, white boy. I’m not telling your father though, nuh-uh, I have nothing to do with this.”
Kurt exited the cavern to see the famed sorceress, tall with a long red tail and hair cut short. Kurt had never known a mermaid to ever cut her hair, but he was too scared of Sue to say anything about it. “So, Porcelain,” Sue barked, “I hear you want to go and live on the surface. It will bring you great sadness, Princess, but it’s your choice, and I can make it happen.”
“At what price?”
“You have the best voice in the kingdom, right? I want it.”
“My voice? Why would you want my voice?”
“Never mind why I want it; I just have to take something from you. I’m an enabler, I need something to enable, Princess.”
“That made no sense. And I’m a prince, thank you.”
“Whatever, Lady, you gonna deal or not?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to be human.”
“Way to find the magic words. You have to make the prince fall in love with you … blah, blah, blah … three days … true love’s kiss … You get the whole shebang.”
“Yeah, I got it. Let’s get this over with before I change my mind.”
~*~
Kurt woke up on a sandy beach, close to the castle where he had left the Prince some days ago. He was confused at first, wondering how he got there and what had happened. It was then that he remembered, and he immediately looked down to where his tail used to be.
He had legs. Real, human legs, with ten toes and everything.
He didn’t know if he had ever been happier, so that was when it had to happen.
“Oh my Triton, what have you done!” came Rachel’s shrill voice. “Your father is going to kill me. I’m dead! Why would you ever do this to me? Do you hate me that much, to the point of wanting me dead? Because that is what’s going to happen, you self-centered, stupid … boy. My God, you’re human! What were you thinking?”
Kurt opened his mouth to respond, glad that Rachel had finally allowed him to talk, but nothing came out. So he really had traded his voice. He tried to pantomime this to Rachel who must have been amazing at charades because she managed to get the whole story down perfectly within minutes.
“Well, not that you’ve completely ruined my life one way or another, I can at least lessen the blow by helping you to not die. Maybe if you live a happy human life, I can just be imprisoned for life instead of mercilessly executed.” At Kurt’s look, she huffed and said “Don’t look at me like I’m the drama queen here, you traded three hundred years of wonderful aquatic life to be with a boy you met three days ago! Now we need to get you some clothes; no sensible prince is going to fall in love with a nudist.”
Kurt blushed at that, and tucked himself into a hidden spot while he waited for Rachel to scout out a place to discretely get clothes. She came back with a bundle of rather odd pants, a confusingly laced shirt, and a beautiful, double-breasted blue coat. It was good that she arrived when she did, because not even a minute after the now man Kurt had finally managed to tie the shirt, he was knocked over.
The animal barked like a seal at him and licked his face, overeager and like nothing he knew from the sea. Kurt let out a silent laugh, sure to be boisterous if he could actually use his voice. What happened next was most important to Kurt however, as the Prince, the prince he had saved all that time ago, came stumbling out onto the beach.
“Max! Oh, Max! I’m so sorry, sir, he got away from me. Still a puppy really, but he’s quite big.” At no response, the Prince became more and more flustered. “I’m sorry, he must have knocked you over; you’re soaked! Come with me to the palace, please? We can get you cleaned up there, promise. I’m so sorry I caused any trouble. It looks like a new coat, too.”
Kurt nodded in response to this, not quite sure how to communicate with the Prince without resorting to charades and looking like an idiot. Besides, he probably wouldn’t be able to pick up on his meaning like Rachel.
“Is that a yes?” The Prince questioned. Kurt could only nod again, which prompted the Prince to ask, “Can you speak?”
Kurt quickly shook his head and even reached for his throat, trying to make sure that the human he might have just given his life up for understood that he really would like to talk to him and get to know him, but that he just couldn’t. He kind of understood why Rachel was freaking out about this now, because how could you make someone fall in love with you if they can’t even talk to you?
“Oh, I’m so sorry. But all the more reason you should join me. It would be hard getting around without being able to talk to people, and you don’t look like you’re from around here. Are you, by chance?”
Kurt shook his head no, and quickly realized that he was going to grow tired of that rather quickly.
“Didn’t think so. You looked familiar, though.” The prince seemed perplexed and almost sad for a moment before he perked up and went on. “Anyway, I’m Blaine. Technically, I should tell you that I’m Prince Blaine, first heir to the throne of Dalton, but please, let’s skip that part, yeah?”
Kurt quickly nodded his ascension before following Blaine off of the beach and up a long, winding staircase built into the wall of an overhanging cliff. At the top of the stairs stood the palace Blaine must have been speaking of, big enough to rival his father’s and made of gleaming white stones.
Blaine took him inside and gave him a tour before leaving him to his new room to prepare for dinner. He would have new clothes sent up to Kurt shortly, but for now, Kurt wanted a bath more than anything. He missed the water, sure, but mostly the urge came from the uncomfortable feeling of salt drying on his new human skin that drove him to call a servant for the hot water.
~*~
Kurt was clean and dressed in time for dinner, though he did arrive to the table late anyway. Blaine has him sit next to him at the head of the long table, talking to fill the silence that Kurt can’t break himself, and laughing good-naturedly at Kurt’s own attempts to communicate.
Eventually dinner is over, however, though neither of them wants the night to end. Blaine has the brilliant idea to take a boat ride, and Kurt goes along, hoping against all odds that he can get Blaine to kiss him in the next sixty hours.
~*~
Blaine leads him down the same stairs that they traveled up this morning, this time veering left to go under the cliff to what must be the most secluded and hidden lagoon ever.
It was beautiful and it was perfect for Kurt’s plan.
Blaine apparently came here often because he had a good enough boat and a pair of oars already stashed along the bank. He helped Kurt into the boat, as chivalrously as anyone had been to him and he didn’t even know that Kurt was a prince. This was all for him, not his status, especially since Kurt thinks that Blaine got the idea that he was a peasant from another country looking for work in Dalton.
He wasn’t and he knew it, but as long as Blaine kissed him and fell in love with him, Kurt didn’t care. There was time for the truth later, when he had his voice and could explain properly.
That was when he thought everything was going to go downhill, however, because despite the fact that he was wearing an amazing black corset over one of his new white shirts with even more form-fitting trousers, Rachel could always make anything worse. It was only after she rallied about every creature in the lagoon and serenaded Blaine for him that Kurt remembered she was actually trying to help him.
And apparently it worked, because not two minutes after she had finished, Blaine kissed him. The Prince just leaned over the oars, half-way across the boat itself, and Kurt was surprised that it didn’t tip over. But despite the precarious position, Blaine kissed him and Kurt knew that the spell was broken and that he could be happy with Blaine, on land, forever.