Hello my wonderful readers! I hope you are all well and thank you for clicking on this story to give it a chance! This one is a little different from my usual ones. This is an AU Supernatural Klaine fic! That's right, Kurt is a merman! There will be lots of Klaine and fluff so I hope you will all enjoy this! As usual I will try to do regular updates but sometimes I might not be able to.

Summary: Blaine is a famous writer who lives at beach with his only daughter Peyton and their pet seal Pavarotti. Oh, and don't forget Peyton's imaginary merman friend Kurt who may not be as imaginary as Blaine thinks.

Sorry for any mistakes in here and I hope you all enjoy!

Call of the sea

Chapter 1: The sound of crashing waves

The sound of the crashing waves on the beach was the only sound outside. It was a peaceful, beautiful sunny day, hardly a cloud in the sky. The sand glowed gold under the bright sun and the ocean looked a deep blue today. Along the miles of beach that stretched far and wide sat a house just behind the dunes.

It was a beautiful house. Two stories with hard wooden floors, large rooms, a modern kitchen, four bedrooms and an office. It was a modern beach house that cost a lot but was worth the prince. On this private bit of beach lived Blaine Anderson and his five year old daughter Peyton.

Blaine Anderson was a famous writer, ranging from children books – for his daughter – to teenage fiction to adult fiction. He was a popular writer and everyone was always eager for his next book to come out. Not only that, his bright smile, and gorgeous features also made him very popular and gathered him many fans.

Blaine was twenty five years old and a single dad, not that he minded. He loved Peyton with all his heart. She was the sweetest girl with the biggest imagination he had ever seen. She had his long dark, curly hair and beautiful hazel eyes. She always came with him when he did book tours and the fans loved her too, eagerly getting pictures with her.

She was not, however, Blaine's biological daughter. She was his brother's – Cooper Anderson- who tragically passed away with his wife in a car accident when Peyton was only one. Blaine had explained this to her, but he wasn't sure if she fully understood but she would always be Blaine's little girl, her dad.

Blaine was currently sitting on the front veranda on the swinging seat with his legs spread out and his laptop balanced on his lap as he worked on his latest book. He wore bright pink sunglasses to stop the glare of the sun and was in shorts and a loose button up short-sleeve shirt. His latest book was based on Peyton imaginary friend Kurt Hummel. Kurt was a merman who lived in the ocean but would come up to the secluded rock pools that were by the house.

Down a small path, away from the crashing waves of the ocean was a small rock pool. It was shallow, only coming up to Peyton's waist, but there was one small rock pool that was very deep and tunnelled back to the ocean. Peyton was not allowed anywhere near that section of the rock pool and she followed that rule, never once falling in.

Kurt, according to Peyton, was beautiful with chestnut brown hair, flawless pale skin and a shiny, scaly green and blue tail that matched his eyes. Kurt also had a friend, Pavarotti the seal. The seal, however, was not imaginary. Blaine had gotten the shock of his life when Peyton came wondering in to the living room one day with a seal happily flopping along behind her.

"Daddy!" Peyton had cried. "This is Kurt's friend Pavarotti. He said that Pav could stay with us sometimes."

"Did he?" Blaine mused, his mind blown away by his daughter's imagination. "I suppose Pavarotti could visit us sometimes."

Pavarotti had quickly become a part of the family, disappearing sometimes to go play with Kurt – according to Peyton – but he always came back. He also happily wore a red collar around his neck that a had clip for a lead that Blaine had picked up one day while out shopping with Peyton.

Blaine loved hearing Peyton gush about Kurt, describing him with brutal honesty that only a child could. From her description, Kurt sounded like an amazing person and Blaine wished that he could find someone like that. Being gay, a single dad and a famous writer, he didn't get many opportunities to go out on dates and the dates he did go on didn't last long.

Blaine shook his head of those thoughts and pulled him back to his writing. He re-read over his last paragraph and quickly got drawn back into the flow of the story. The keys clacked under his quick fingers as he typed and he could feel himself getting absorbed into the story, becoming a part of the book as he wrote. He was so absorbed that he almost missed Peyton coming running down the beach path and clambering up the steps.

Blaine glanced up, startled by her presence. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her olive skin a shade darker from spending so much time in the sun. Her hat sat on her head, her dark curls falling out from under them, her chinks pink from running.

"Hey princess," Blaine greeted.

"Hi daddy," Peyton gasped, coming to him. "I need your help."

"My help?" Blaine asked, his face turning worried. "What's wrong?"

"It's Kurt," Peyton pouted and Blaine's frown was replaced with a relieved smile. He was glad that she wasn't hurt or in any danger.

"What's wrong with Kurt?" Blaine asked, making a mental note to write down what she said later. Blaine had been taking notes on everything about Kurt that Peyton told him so he could write the story and include some of Peyton childhood adventure in there.

"He's caught in a fishing net!" Peyton cried and she took off running into the house. Blaine quickly saved his word document and could hear Peyton rummaging around inside. He frowned and winced when he heard a crash and he didn't have to wait long before she was back outside, holding a pair of scissors.

"Whoa! Careful," Blaine cried, pushing his laptop off his lap and quickly grabbing the scissors from Peyton's grip. "What have I told you? You don't run with scissors."

"But dad," Peyton whined. "Kurt is in trouble! He's hurt daddy."

"You don't ever run with scissors," Blaine told her firmly and Peyton nodded distractedly.

"Daddy, please, you have to come and help him," Peyton pleaded.

Blaine frowned again. He had never seen Peyton so worried about Kurt before. She had told him many times that Kurt could take care of himself and to be honest, Blaine didn't think that her imaginary friend could get hurt. Kurt had always seemed strong to Blaine and since he was a merman Blaine assumed that he knew how to navigate around the ocean without getting into trouble, like from sharks or coral. Peyton went to Blaine and quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him up and tugging him towards the stairs.

"Daddy you have to help him," Peyton cried, her lower lip wobbling.

"Hey, alright, alright, slow down," Blaine soothed Peyton. "I'll help Kurt. Where is he?"

"In the rock pool," Peyton said and she began running off down the stairs and to the path. Blaine leapt off the stairs after her and quickly caught up with her. The sound of the waves crashing grew quieter as they followed the path to the rock pools. The sun still beat down on their bags but it was nice. The rock pools were secluded and only known by them so it was peaceful and such a beautiful area that Blaine had worked it into his book. It was a quick five minute to the pools so they arrived there quickly.

Blaine followed Peyton across the rocks as she bounded over them with familiar ease. Blaine hurried after her carefully, wobbling a few times and nearly loosing balance.

"Kurt! I brought daddy!" Peyton cried.

Blaine frowned as she stopped at the shallow rock pool and sat down. Blaine could see Pavarotti there too, gently nudging something. Blaine continued over to them and finally reached them and froze.

There, sitting in the shallow water and tangled in a green fishing net was a man. He had chestnut brown hair and flawless pale skin, just the way Peyton had described it. Blaine's eyes travelled down his naked torso and he swallowed thickly as the hips began to turn scaly. His eyes widened as he took in the blue and green scaly tail that ended with two beautiful, translucent fins that glimmered in the sun.

Blaine eyes travelled back up Kurt's body and to his face where Kurt was staring at him with wide, scared eyes. Peyton had been right, his eyes did match his tail. Looks like Peyton's imaginary friend wasn't so imaginary as he once thought.

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