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Rated T for mild language.

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Kurt knew it was a bad idea the moment he was directed to park in the side of the road, by the dirt. They just had to take a detour and Jeff's phone just had to die and the blonde just had to spot a sign that read: Gypsy Faire Ahead In 3 Miles leaving Kurt no choice but to succumb to the blonde's suggestion of maybe possibly finding directions to get them back on the road to Ohio. Kurt wasn't stupid – he knew the reason Jeff wanted to go to the fair was because he was an eight year old at heart.

"I don't think this is a good idea Jeff," Kurt said as they trudged to the fair. Of course he had to be wearing his McQueen boots at a time like this. The amount of dirt and mud that stained them precisely at that moment made him cringe.

Jeff didn't seem to take notice at the other boy's discomfort. "Oh my God, Kurt – look at how cool this whole thing is!" He clutched Kurt's arm and started to point. "Can we stay here for a few minutes? Please – I'll go find someone and ask for directions, I promise I won't get distracted but it's going to be really hard and …"

Kurt let the other boy ramble on while he surveyed the fair. There were caravans everywhere – each more flamboyant than the previous one. Not only that but there was a few tents scattered here and there as well as stands filled with a variety of artifacts that sparkled from even where Kurt stood. The thing that stood out the most about the fair was the people. Sure, there was a fair amount of visitors like him and Jeff who checked out the fair simply because it was there, but there were others (Kurt pegged them to be the gypsies) that walked around barefoot. It was their outfits that caught his attention. The women were dressed in colorful, layered outfits with a few streaks of gold jewelry here and there while men were either bare-chested or wore little clothing.

It absolutely mesmerized him. Unfortunately, the amount of horses present was just as many as the gypsies and the smell brought Kurt back to reality. Then he realized he lost Jeff... with no way to reach him. He could feel his panic level rising.

If he were the blonde where would he go first? Since the fair was practically devoid of carnival rides, Kurt would narrow it down to the attractions. Seeing as there wasn't much to begin with, he would try the fortune-teller caravan and maybe ask for some directions while he was at it. It was a good thing it wasn't dark yet because that was when Kurt would be screwed.

Fortune teller – Purple caravan! Up ahead and to your left!

Kurt followed the sign hammered on to the ground. He knew this was a bad idea with every step he took. He was going to pummel Jeff once he finds him.

Get your fortune read by the lovely Santana – only six dollars!

This sign was positioned right in front of the caravan. He walked up the few steps of the caravan and knocked on the wooden door. A crisp, "Come in," was heard and Kurt hesitated before after the command.

The caravan was dimly lit. There was strange incense burning throughout the van and a single light that focused on the small table perched in the center. To Kurt's surprise, there wasn't a crystal ball like he would have expected but there tarot cards set neatly in front of the teller.

Speaking of which, the fortune-teller was beautiful, even Kurt had to admit. She wasn't stereotypically dressed but she did have layers and layers of bangles and jewelry. Her dress impressed Kurt; it was a nice blue and black that was strewn almost effortlessly together. He was half tempted to ask her who the designer was but then he remembered his setting.

"What can I help you with, my child?" The teller had a sultry voice, which Kurt deemed inappropriate. She gestured to the wooden stool across from her. "Sit down and let Santana help you with your troubles."

Kurt shook his head and said politely, "Oh no, no sorry. I'm not here to get my fortune read… I just need directions into the highway…" He never really did believe in "fortune-telling". That was Finn's job.

The teller, or Santana, seemed unimpressed with Kurt's answer. She seemed to lose her aura of mystery and replaced it with annoyance. "Then get the hell out. I ain't a map quest," she spat, pointing a manicured finger to the door.

Kurt sighed and tried again. "I'm sorry… I lost my friend and I was wondering if he dropped by again… he's blonde – almost unnatural – a bit childish… his phone died and he just sort of disappeared and I can't really leave without him because my dad and Carole will kill me if they find out I lost Jeff at a travelling gypsy fair and –"

Santana rolled her eyes and put up a hand to silence Kurt. "Okay, I'm done listening. To be bluntly honest, your voice is really annoying and I don't have the patience for this. He's by the entertainment where the hobbit is, you won't miss it. Give me six dollars and I'll give you the precise directions. Do it quick though, because I can guarantee you Nickie Duval will snatch up his pretty blonde ass and there is a huge possibility you may never see Jeffie –" She stopped short when Kurt threw the money on her table and ran out the caravan.

Kurt may or may not have believed the gypsy but at least he had a lead. He was going to get Jeff and they were going to get their asses to Ohio without a second's hesitation.

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It didn't take long for him to find the entertainment; he simply had to follow the crowd. Once he reached his destination, he realized why it was so popular. A short girl was standing on a set of boxes, singing in tune with a boy playing the guitar. The words that left the girl's voice was a language he couldn't describe, but it was pretty all the same. The crowd seemed to love them and Kurt would have taken the time to appreciate the gypsy music had it not been for the flash of yellow hair at the corner of his eye.

Right – Jeff.

It was a good thing Jeff's hair was so "blonde" or else Kurt would have lost him in a second again. It looked like he was following another boy – a gypsy. It was like the world was against Kurt today.

"Jeff – Jeffery!" Kurt called among the crowd, earning him a shhh from several onlookers. He weaved through the people and ran to catch up to Jeff, who seemed to be having an enjoyable conversation with the gypsy. "Jeff!"

The blonde stopped in his tracks and turned around at the mention of his name. His face expressed a slight hint of annoyance but was quickly masked with gratitude. "Hey Kurt – there you are! I was looking everywhere for you!"

Kurt approached the two and rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you were. It's time to go Jeff; I got directions to the highway." He looked at the gypsy warily before looking back over to Jeff who looked unhappy.

"Do we have to? I really like it here –"

"It hasn't even been an hour since we got here," Kurt interrupted. "We're wasting time; your parents might be worried. Let's go back to the car…"

"What if he doesn't want to go back with you?" The gypsy asked with a raised eyebrow. Honestly, he wasn't that taller than Kurt, nor was he threatening in the latest. But Kurt knew enough to know that gypsies were a group of sketchy people and if he wasn't careful, Jeff would be whisked away.

Kurt sighed; his headache was growing more and more pronounced. "Look…?" He trailed on while looking at the gypsy.

"Nick," the gypsy said proudly. "Of the Duval clan, we're really better off, you know. I was telling Jeff all about it."

Kurt ignored him. "Look, Nick. We came here to find directions and we got them. You're only delaying our trip and we want to see our parents as soon as possible so if Jeff and I could just leave and you can go back to the fair, everything will be just fine." It felt like he was talking to a small child.

Nick rolled his eyes and crossed his arms threateningly, the muscles on his chest becoming more and more pronounced. "You don't own Jeff and neither do I –"

"But his parents do," Kurt interrupted. "And I know his parents so I'm only doing my job –"

"I'm not a child, Kurt," Jeff mumbled while Nick said, "I've been informed that Jeff was legally an adult so it's his choice whether he stays with me or goes back with you."

Kurt can't believe he was having this conversation now. Seriously, as far as he was concerned, he had known Jeff since high school and this gypsy just met him. The logic of the situation made his head hurt more. He rubbed his temples and tried to think of a suitable parting goodbye.

"What's going on here, Nick?" Another voice joined his conversation, allowing Kurt to focus once more. Unfortunately, it seemed that another gypsy was involved although at least this one had on a shirt and Kurt was ever grateful. It seemed that every gypsy was granted with a set of wonderful genes, but this one was extremely lucky. Unlike Nick, his hair was messily curled and his eyes shown kindness as opposed to hostile.

Nick shuffled his feet, "Nothing. I can handle it."

Kurt took the boy's vulnerability to his advantage. "Actually it's not nothing, Mr.…?"

"You can call me Blaine," the gypsy said, amused.

"Blaine," Kurt nodded. "You see… Jeff and I just want to go back to the highway and drive to our families but Nick is not making that possible because he's acting like Jeff belongs to him and that's not true because I've known Jeff since high school and we go to the same college and it's not making any sense," Kurt cut his rambling short. "The point is, I just want to leave this fair and charge our phones so we can call our parents…"

The curly-haired gypsy seemed to listen with every word out of Kurt's mouth. "I see... Nick?" His attention turned to the other short boy and the two seemed to have an unspoken conversation while Kurt waited impatiently.

"I will throw a bitch fit, you know," Kurt mumbled.

Nick laughed loudly while Blaine said, "I know what you heard about us gypsies may seem to keep you on edge, but we're really very kind people. Nick just enjoyed Jeff's company like how I'm enjoying yours." Blaine's eyes twinkled as he continued, "It will be very dark soon; Santana predicted that this night would happen…"

Jeff's ears perked up. "What's going to happen tonight?"

"Nothing of importance," Nick answered happily. "The moon is going through this phase so it'll just be extremely dark… nothing I know you can't handle."

When Jeff chuckled, that was when Kurt knew it was time to cut the flirting short. "Well, I guess it's time for us to go anyway," he looked at Blaine to express his gratitude for helping get Jeff back but it looked like Blaine understood.

He gave Kurt a firm nod. "Be safe tonight, Kurt," he said before giving Kurt's shoulder a gentle squeeze. Kurt was so lost in the action that he had not heard Nick utter a sentence to Jeff.

"I will see you soon."

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A little background – I've always been fond of the gypsy culture and their stories and I thought I would merge Klaine in it because Klaine is endgame. It's definitely a different setting to what I'm used to writing so I hope you find it entertaining. Rating may change in the future but I'll warn you ahead of time.

Leave a review, if you wish;)

Until very soon,

BAHG x