Title: The Glass Capsule

Author: crazyauthoress

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.

Rating: T

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!".

Rachel Berry sighed as she shut the story book, a tiny smile on her face. She had always loved fairy tales, ever since her fathers had begun to read them to her as a child. Holding the book close, she stood up and walked over to the reference desk, smiling at the librarian sitting behind the desk. "Hello, Wes," she said with a smile. "I'd like to check this out."

Wes smiled and took the book from her. "Aha, this story book, hm?" he asked. "Doesn't it have "The Glass Capsule" in it?"

Rachel nodded as she handed him her library card. "Yes; it's my favorite story. Although this version is much more abridged than the one I know," she said with a tiny pout.

Wes' eyes flashed. "I have just the book for you," he said, standing up. "Wait here; I'll have David go get it for you."

The brunette girl nodded, and waited patiently at the desk for Wes and David to return. As she waited, she carefully poked around Wes' workspace, knowing that the other wouldn't mind. The only thing of interest she found was a framed photo of Wes, David, and two other boys.

She had just reached down to pick up the photo when Wes called out to her. "Rachel, here's the book," he said, handing it to her. His eyes flicked down to the photograph, a frown on his face. "What're you doing?"

Rachel swallowed. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, holding the two books close to her chest. "It's just that... I saw the picture and I wondered who was in it besides you and David."

Wes sighed and picked up the frame. "That's Kurt and Blaine," he said. "Blaine is David's and my best friend and Kurt was his boyfriend."

"Was?" Rachel repeated. "Did they break up or something?"

The Asian male smiled a little and shook his head. "No, they're still together," he said. "Just... read the first story in the book I gave you. You'll understand when you read it."

Rachel frowned. "Alright..." she said softly. "I'll come see you tomorrow, then?"

Wes nodded. "Tomorrow. See you then, Rachel," he said as she waved and walked away.

David materialized from between the shelves and leaned against the desk next to Wes. "You think she'll understand?" he asked softly. "Remind me again why we're trusting Rachel Berry with this."

He turned to look at his companion, raising an eyebrow at him. "Because, I think she'll be the only one who's able to do it," he replied just as softly. "If this doesn't work, we have to find someone else and it already took us so long to find her."

The black male sighed. "So we're putting their fate on a girl we think we'll be able to do it?" David asked, flopping down in Wes' chair. "Wow, we're great friends."

Wes smacked him and sat down in another chair. "Shut up. It's the only hope we have," he said softly. "I just hope she understands it."

"Me too," David said softly, glancing at the photograph again. "Me too."

Later that night, Rachel lounged on her bed, the book Wes had given her open to the first story. On one of the pages was a beautiful illustration of a glass capsule. Decorative iron bands wrapped around the glass, making it difficult to see what was inside the capsule. But, when Rachel looked closer, she saw two figures kneeling on either side of the glass plate in the middle.

"They look... familiar," she murmured, moving closer to examine the picture. But, she couldn't tell who they were or why they looked so familiar. The drawing was just too small. Shaking her head, she turned to the next page, swallowing as she started to read.

.-.-.-.-.

Many children grew up hearing the story of "The Glass Capsule" and of the wizard who created it. It is a beloved story by many children, but none of them believed that the story was true. There was one boy, however, who did.

His name was Michael and he was a descendant of the wizard who created the glass prison. At first, he didn't believe it because he too thought that it was only a story. But then, he found the journal the wizard kept, detailing everything he had done to create the prison and how he trapped the woman he loved and her chosen lover in the glass.

With the journal, he found a sealed box and inside the box was the glass capsule. Michael was terrified of the box originally. Part of him told him to destroy it, but another part told him to use it for he too found himself in a very similar position to that his ancestor had been in.

He was in love with someone who did not love him back.

Michael was deeply in love with another young male named Blaine. But Blaine did not choose Michael, no matter how much Michael tried to make him do so. Blaine instead chose a young man named Kurt, who loved Blaine as deeply as Blaine loved him.

Unable to accept this, Michael confronted Blaine like a spurned lover.

...

Michael watched Kurt and Blaine from the shadows, his blood boiling. Blaine did not belong with Kurt; he belonged with him! As he watched, Kurt said something that made Blaine laugh and caused him to lean over and kiss Kurt softly.

When the kiss broke, Michael stormed over to them, causing the pair to jump apart in surprise. Blaine looked surprised and somewhat embarrassed, but Kurt looked at Michael coldly, slowly pulling Blaine back into his side. "Can we help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Michael snarled. "Hands off what's mine," he snapped, causing both Blaine and Kurt to look at him in surprise.

Kurt was silent for a moment before he laughed. "You think Blaine belongs to you?" he demanded, an edge of ice in his voice. "Blaine isn't a possession; he doesn't belong to anyone."

Blaine cleared his throat. "Right here; don't talk about me like I'm not," he grumbled, causing Kurt to lean over and kiss his cheek gently in apology.

Michael seethed at them, reaching down and grabbing Blaine's wrist. He tugged Blaine away from Kurt with all his strength, sending the curly haired male sprawling. "I said, hands off what's mine," he repeated.

Blaine pushed himself up, wincing a little as he brushed off his clothing. "Michael, you already asked me out," he said softly. "And I already turned you down. I'm sorry, but I don't like you like that. I lo- I like Kurt, not you."

Michael saw red. "You love him?" he demanded, reaching out and grabbing Blaine by the collar. "You love... him?"

Blaine's eyes widened in surprised and immediately pushed at Michael, forcing him to let go as the curly haired male stumbled backwards. He would have fallen if Kurt hadn't been there to catch him and hold him upright. "I don't see why it's any of your business," Blaine snapped, straightening up and taking a step away from Kurt. "But yes, I love him."

Michael stared at them for a moment. his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "You think I'll let this happen?" he hissed. "You belong to me, Blaine."

Kurt scowled deeply and reached out to pull Blaine closer to him. "You heard him, Michael," he said calmly. "He doesn't want you. He wants me; he chose me."

Blaine frowned before shaking his head and turning to Kurt. "Let's just leave, Kurt," he said softly, reaching out and taking Kurt's hand. "There's no point in arguing. I made my choise." He looked straight at Michael as he spoke, gently tugging Kurt's hand.

Kurt nodded a little and twined his fingers with Blaine. "Alright," he said. "We can stop by the Lima Bean to get some coffee." He smiled at Blaine before leading his boyfriend away without a backwards glance at Michael.

Michael stood there shell shocked as Blaine walked away hand in hand with another man. His face suddenly twisted into a dark scowl. "If you think I'm going to let you get away with this, Blaine Anderson, you've got another thing coming," he snarled before he turned on his heel and disappeared.

...

Michael found his ancestor's journal and read everything he could about the capsule, eager to discover exactly how it worked. He wanted Blaine and would do anything to make Blaine his, even if it meant trapping the other in a glass prison for the rest of his life. He would not let some fashion-obsessed diva take what he had worked so hard to win.

Part of him felt guilty for doing this, but it was squashed by the louder voice that was screaming for revenge. And so, ignoring the smaller part of him, he decided to go through with his plan. He had to have Blaine as his own.

The next time he saw them together, he would do it.

...

Michael watched Kurt and Blaine from behind a newspaper as they sat by the lake shore. Kurt was leaning against Blaine, snuggling close to him as Blaine wrapped an arm tightly around Kurt's waist. They looked so peaceful and happy. It made Michael crumple the newspaper tightly in his fists. That was supposed to be him; he was supposed to hold Blaine like that.

Throwing the newspaper away, he walked over to the couple, taking the capsule out of his pocket. He held it parallel to the ground as he walked, his eyes nearly glowing. Soon, Blaine would be his.

As soon as he was close enough, he tossed the capsule towards the couple, watching carefully. When it touched them, Blaine turned to look down at it, tipping his head to the side. "Kurt, look at this," he said, picking it up.

Kurt frowned. "What is it?" he asked, reaching out and touching one side of it.

Michael grinned maniacally when he saw they were both touching it. "Now!" he whispered and the glass began to glow brightly. Before either Kurt or Blaine reacted, the capsule suddenly broke apart and grew as large as they were.

"Kurt! Move!" Blaine shouted, trying to push Kurt away, but it was too late. The glass plate slammed down between them and the two sides of the capsule pressed close, completing the shape. It began to shrink, but not before Blaine turned to see Michael standing there with a dark smile on his face. Blaine's face twisted into a look of pure anger, but there was nothing he could do. He was trapped.

Once it shrunk down to it's original size, Michael scooped it up and pocketed it, his work complete. Whistling, he walked away from the sight, one of his hands pressing against the cool glass cage in his pocket. Soon, very soon, Blaine would be his.

.-.-.-.-.

Rachel stared down at the book in horror. The story wasn't finished. "What?" she demanded, searching for any signs of vandalism, but there was nothing. It was as if the author had just got tired of writing after Kurt and Blaine had been swallowed by the capsule. She scowled and shut the book tightly, placing it on her bedside table.

Tomorrow, she would go talk to Wes and figure out exactly why the book wasn't finished.

"It can't end there," she whispered, turning out her light and pulling her covers up to her chin. "It just can't. "The Glass Capsule" always ends with the lovers being freed. It doesn't end with them being captured like that!" Huffing, she burrowed into her pillows, hoping that tomorrow would come sooner.