Author's Note:

So... I'm back, after a long hiatus (sorry), and it's a new story, instead of the next WYM chapter (still stuck on that one, sorry again). I hope you'll give this fic a try anyway. I wrote it for the Todaydreambelievers fic exchange challenge, and it's a gift for mshoneysucklepink on Tumblr.

This was her prompt: "Kurt and Blaine meet at a summer music festival and have sexy times, think it's a one-time thing, but of course they run into each other, hey they both live in NYC, good thing because that sex was AMAZING and they couldn't forget it if they tried. And hey, maybe they are also fae/mage?"

I've taken some liberties with the prompt, though. They meet at a festival, yes, and they have sexy times, yes, and yes, the sex was AMAZING, but seeing as Kurt is a fae prince, and Blaine is his soulmate, they can't just run into each other again. The story will have a fairy-talish vibe :-)

Many thanks to my wonderful beta, hkvoyage/voyageasia, who agreed to look this story over for me, even though fairy tales are not her cup of tea, and she had to look up all the storybook creatures I mentioned :-) Thank you, sweetie, I really appreciate your help!

I've drawn inspiration from the following stories:

- The Tale of the Three Feathers, as recorded by the Brothers Grimm

- Krabat, by Otfried Preussler

- Buffalo Woman, by Paul Goble

- The Blue Deer or the Love Story of Rushvanshad and Fairy Queen Shahrastani, as written down by Endre Vazszonyi

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Glad I Bumped Into You

At the SummerStage Festival, Blaine was bouncing around happily, lost in the music, his arms flailing around and his eyes closed. He wasn't paying any attention to the people around him, and it wasn't until he bounced into something hard and felt himself lose his balance that he snapped his eyes open again.

A split second before that, however, a flood of warmth had rushed through him and a slideshow of pictures had flashed through his brain. They felt like memories, though Blaine was sure he'd never seen anything exactly like that before: a ring glowing with a bright blue light, a cat turning its head to the right and purring in ecstasy as Blaine scratched behind its left ear and finally a stunning blue-eyed man looking incredibly sad.

When Blaine opened his eyes after that visual onslaught, he did a double-take. The wall he thought he'd hit turned out to be a man, whose strong arms had immediately shot out and kept him from falling on his butt. Not only that, but it was the blue-eyed beauty from the vision he'd just had.

"You okay?"

Right… I should probably stop staring like a creep and apologize for having waltzed straight into him…

Blaine laughed sheepishly and nodded. "Sorry, should have kept my eyes open!"

The man grinned back. He really was gorgeous. Tall and lean, great biceps, a killer jawline and striking eyes. Now that Blaine could see them up close, he noticed that there was green and grey in them as well as blue, and a few gold flecks.

I need to bump into people more often. And ooooh, would you look at that butt? Delicious…

"Have you seen Los Cafres in concert before?" Blue-Eyes shouted over the music.

Blaine shook his head. "First time. Love them, though!"

"Me too!"

Blaine pointed at the empty solo cup Blue-Eyes was holding. "Want a refill? On me, 'cause I bumped into you."

Blue-Eyes nodded and handed him his cup.

When Blaine returned with two beers, the band was taking a break, and he decided it was only polite to introduce himself. "I'm Blaine, by the way."

"Kurt. Nice to meet you, Blaine."

"You too."

"I've never seen you at the SummerStage Festival before," Kurt remarked.

Blaine laughed. "You caught me. I'm a newbie all right. I've been calling NYC home for a few years now, but somehow I'm never here in summer."

"I come here every year," Kurt said. It sounded a bit wistful.

Maybe he used to come here with a boyfriend and now they've broken up? Well, if I can cheer him up, I will…

True to his resolve, Blaine stuck to Kurt for the remainder of the concert, and they stayed in Central Park long after it was over, walking and chatting about everything and nothing. Kurt was very easy to talk to, and Blaine found himself chatting with his new friend as if he'd known him since kindergarten. At long last, though, Blaine glanced at his watch and gasped. "It's three in the morning!"

"Do you have somewhere to be tomorrow morning?" Kurt asked. "Or, later today, I should say."

"No, nothing like that. It's just… We've been talking for hours! I didn't think it had been so long."

Blaine's body, intent on reiterating the message, made him yawn hugely.

Kurt laughed. "I guess it's time for us to say goodnight and goodbye, then?"

Blaine, his heart sinking at the thought of Kurt leaving him, impulsively took Kurt's hand in his. "Unless…"

"Unless?"

"You come home with me?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to, but… I don't want to say goodbye to you just yet."

Blaine paired his plea with his most beseeching pout, and Kurt laughed again.

"Okay, lead the way."

Once they were in Blaine's apartment, Blaine took Kurt's jacket, hung it up alongside his own and offered Kurt a drink.

"Better make that a tall glass of water, and have one yourself, too," Kurt advised Blaine. "Or else we'll feel like death in the morning."

They sat on the sofa and sipped their water. The silence didn't feel uncomfortable, but the air felt somehow charged with electricity. Blaine kept glancing at Kurt's lips as though they pulled him in like a magnet, and it didn't help when Kurt actually wet them and ran his tongue over his lower lip lingeringly.

Later on, Blaine wouldn't remember who made the first move, but the next thing he knew, they were kissing as if their lives depended on it. Kurt lay on top of Blaine, and far from resenting that weight, Blaine suddenly craved it, and whined when Kurt sat up to take his shirt off. After that, Kurt undid the buttons of Blaine's shirt, all the while running his hand teasingly over Blaine's chest.

"Patience!" Kurt laughed, when Blaine pulled them flush together again as soon as his shirt was all the way open, not even taking the time to shrug it off first.

Blaine shut Kurt up by fusing their lips with a searing kiss and clamping his legs around Kurt's waist for good measure. He ran his hands all over Kurt's back, exploring ever inch. Kurt seemed to like that, if his moans were any indication, only wriggling away and giggling when Blaine reached his sides. "Not there! That tickles!"

Filing that away for later use, Blaine flipped them over so that Kurt lay on his back now, and immediately started to mouth over Kurt's neck, going up, up, up until he reached Kurt's left ear. Blaine traced the shell of the ear with his pointer finger, which made Kurt gasp and turn his head to the right to offer Blaine better access.

Blaine grinned. Oh, you like that, do you?

Blaine ran his tongue over Kurt's ear, making Kurt shudder. Then he nibbled on the earlobe for a moment, and then licked behind the ear. Kurt whimpered, and Blaine's grin grew wider. That's the spot, is it?

Apparently, it was. The more Blaine licked and sucked behind Kurt's ear, the more Kurt moaned and gasped and trembled, so Blaine really went to town on that particular spot, until there was a purplish mark and Kurt, his pupils blown, pink spots high on his cheeks, keening and writhing, seemed seconds away from coming.

The sight made Blaine's dick throb and insist on more nakedness, now, so Blaine popped the button of his trousers. Kurt's eyes widened, and Blaine whispered, "Is this okay?"

Kurt swallowed and then nodded feverishly, his hands coming up to Blaine's hips to pull Blaine's jeans off, and - Oh! - his boxers too, in one go.

"Y-you too," Blaine stammered, feeling a bit self-conscious under Kurt's scrutiny, though Kurt seemed to like what he saw well enough, staring at Blaine's dick and ass with a cat-that-got-the-cream smile.

"Feel free," said Kurt huskily, gesturing to his belt.

Taking Kurt's trousers off proved to be a challenge. They were so tight that Blaine had to tug ridiculously hard to get them to move down just an inch.

Kurt laughed, lifted his hips and slid the trousers to mid-thigh in one go.

"How did you do that?" Blaine asked, but Kurt just laughed again and told him to get on with it.

Blaine obeyed the order and got the infernal trousers off. The tiny boxer briefs Kurt was wearing underneath proved much less of a challenge, and then Blaine found himself staring, too, because a naked Kurt was a sight to behold. Legs that went on for miles. All that creamy skin that just begged to be worshipped. Birth marks all over Kurt's body that needed to be mapped out. A butt that looked just as delicious au naturel as it had in skin-tight jeans. And, of course, a dick that made Blaine salivate, so he didn't hesitate and just sank his mouth down over it. Ah, bliss!

In no time, Kurt was thrashing about as wildly as he had been before, and Blaine laid a restraining arm over Kurt's stomach to keep him from bucking up and choking Blaine.

"Blaine… Blaine… I'm gonna… I'm gonna… Aaaah!" was the only warning Blaine got before his mouth was filled to overflowing. Blaine managed to swallow most of it, but some dribbled down his chin. Before he could get embarrassed about that, however, Kurt had grabbed Blaine's face in both hands and licked his chin clean. Then he kissed Blaine enthusiastically, pushing him down on the couch cushions and letting his hands roam.

Blaine jolted in surprise at Kurt's fingers trailing over his perineum, and bucked up in response.

"Do you have any...?" Kurt asked.

"In the bedroom," Blaine answered. That seemed much too far away at the moment. He wanted to stay on the sofa and have an orgasm too, please and thank you very much.

Kurt, however, was on his feet already, and tugged Blaine up. "Come on. Bedroom!"

Blaine followed reluctantly, sparing a brief thought wondering how Kurt had managed to make a bee line for the bedroom as though he'd been living in Blaine's apartment for years. But then Kurt pushed Blaine onto his bed, which had been divested of its comforter already - When did Kurt do that? - and all thoughts flew out of Blaine's head.

Kurt found the lube without any prompting from Blaine and started to prep Blaine, his other hand and his mouth exploring, his every touch electrifying. Thanks to Kurt's skilful fingers finding all of Blaine's sweet spots, Blaine found himself on the edge in no time.

"Now… Please… I need you… Now!" Blaine panted, and Kurt nodded and opened the nightstand drawer again for a condom, which he put on quickly. Then he draped himself over Blaine, smiling at him sweetly, and pushed in. Blaine closed his eyes and focussed on relaxing, so that the burning feeling would fade and it would start feeling good.

"Do you need me to hold still for a bit?" Kurt offered.

"No, no. Just… Go slow, at first."

"Okay."

Kurt started to move, and ooh… That felt amazing. Blaine put his legs around Kurt's waist again, and the change in angle made Kurt hit Blaine's prostate with every thrust, so Blaine begged him to go faster and harder. Kurt complied, and for a few minutes, there was no other sound than rhythmic slapping and laboured breath. Blaine closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure he was feeling, and his orgasm sneaked up on him suddenly, making him cry out and cling to Kurt even harder. Kurt kept snapping his hips, working Blaine through his orgasm. When Blaine started to whimper from over-sensitiveness, Kurt thrust one last time, shuddered and came, falling onto Blaine like a heavy blanket. Blaine welcomed the warm weight, though, and nuzzled the crook of Kurt's neck drowsily, happiness filling him up like a helium balloon.

After a bit, Kurt made to get up, but Blaine pulled him back down. "Stay. Please. Stay."

"We need to get cleaned up," Kurt countered. "I'll be right back."

"And then you'll stay?" Blaine slurred, half asleep already, but Kurt had left already and didn't answer.

Blaine vaguely felt Kurt wipe off his stomach, but after that, he was out like a light.