A/N: HOW DO YOU DO?

This plot bunny has been gnawing on my brain for many moons.

It's Mer!Blaine and Humanish!Kurt. You'll find out what Humanish!Kurt means later...

I know some of y'all might be thinking: "Why is Blaine a mermaid? Kurt's s'posed to be a mermaid!"

And here's my answer: BECAUSE I WANTED TO.

Okay? Okay.

So I really hope you guys like this.

And now I am proud to present the first chapter of...*drumroll*...Submerged Dreams!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Hard to believe, right?

Kurt Hummel clutched his suitcase as he entered the small cottage. One eyebrow was raised. The house definitely looked bigger on the internet.

Kurt's stepbrother, Finn, was a bit confused himself. "It's so tiny."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "It's a cottage, Finn. Cottages are generally small."

"Oh."

Burt Hummel walked through the door, into the miniscule house. "Wow, this is small." He looked at his wife, Carole. "How much was the rent for the entire summer for this dinky little thing?"

Carole sighed, "I don't think you want to know."

"It probably would've been cheaper to rent the house that I used to stay in." Burt explained, "Sure, it was farther away from the shore—"

Carole smiled and shook her head, "Burt, you've been going on about that since we got here." She then looked at the two teenagers, "You're sharing a room."

The boys simultaneously groaned.

"Dad, Carole, you both know very well enough that Finn and I—"

Burt interrupted, "It's only gonna be for the summer."

"You two will probably be spending more time out of the house, anyway." Carole added, "Being that the beach is less than two blocks away."

The two sighed.

"Well," Kurt spoke, "I'm going to unpack and then change. I cannot wait to finally see the ocean for the first times." He turned to Finn, "You?"

Finn yawned, "I was dragged out of bed at three in the morning….shoved in a car by my stepbrother….I have this problem where I can't sleep in cars…..I'm taking a nap." He dropped his suitcase on the ground, walking over to the nearby sofa. He collapsed.

Kurt, carrying his suitcase, walked up the narrow staircase leading to the second floor.

The second floor was not a big sight to see. Just a small hall with two doors. A bedroom and a bathroom.

Kurt opened the white painted door that led to the bedroom. The room was small. There was a cot on to sides of the room. One for Finn, one for himself. They both looked a bit dusty. There was a chest to keep their clothes. It had four drawers. Kurt unzipped his suitcase, taking out his Wicked T-Shirt and a pair of royal blue swim trunks. He also took out a bottle of sunscreen, the SPF was through the roof.

He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. He folded it, and laid it in the bottom drawer of the chest. He squirted to sunscreen in this hand and began to rub it in.

He slipped off his pants, replacing them with the trunks. He pulled on his T-Shirt.

"I'll unpack later." he thought. You see, Kurt had never seen the ocean before in his entire life. Why wouldn't he be excited?

He left the room and quickly and rushed down the staircase.

Finn was on the sofa, snoring.

"I'm heading to the beach!" Kurt shouted, as he began to walk out the door.

The salty air was intoxicating. The warm sand between his toes. The wind blowing through his hair. The waves crashing against the shore. For some odd reason, he felt home.

There were children playing in the sand, a few girls tanning, an elderly woman reading a mystery novel, some teenagers playing volleyball….At first sight, the beach was amazing to Kurt.

He squinted his eyes. The sun was much brighter here than it was back in Lima.

As he walked toward the water, he bumped into something….or rather, someone.

"Watch where you're going!" A girl's voice said. Kurt looked up from the ground. Standing above him, was a Hispanic girl around his age. She wore a black bikini top and denim shorts.

"I-I'm sorry." Kurt told her, getting up from the ground.

"Well you should be, Lady Lips." She put her hands on her hips.

He rolled his eyes, "Looks like someone got pushed to the wrong side of the shore."

"Listen you, don't make me—" She was interrupted by a blonde girl standing behind her.

"Hi!" The blonde smiled, "I'm Brittany!"

"Erm….hi Brittany?" Kurt was a bit confused.

She looked at Kurt's ocean eyes. "You have pretty eyes. Are you a mermaid?"

"No…."

"That's Santana." Brittany pointed to the Hispanic girl, "She has anger problems."

"I do not have anger problems, Britt."

Brittany smiled at Kurt. She held a sandy volleyball. "You wanna play with us?"

Kurt shook his head. "Thanks for offering, but I'm not really a sports person."

Brittany sighed. "Maybe later?"

"Maybe." Kurt answered, slowly walking away.

"I like him." Brittany told Santana.

Santana shrugged, "Eh."

Kurt walked along the shoreline. Looking at the water move in and out. It was beautiful, you could say.

He heard birds squawking. Someone probably threw a hamburger on the ground or something.

The squawking became louder and even more irritating. Shooing those birds away might give him some peace.

The birds were crowded around something. It wasn't a hamburger. It was a fishing net.

Kurt carefully began to approach the flock, trying to see what was in the net.

His eyes grew wide. It was boy…sort of. A boy from the middle up. He had unruly dark hair. The lower half of him was a crimson fishtail. It was….a merman.

"Shoo!" Kurt yelled at the birds. "Get off!"

Still squawking, the birds flew away.

Kurt was in awe. Mermaids don't exist! They're just fairytales. Well, that's what he thought.

There was a fishing hook through the Merman's hand. He was struggling to get out of the net.

"Here, let me help you." Kurt kneeled next to him.

The Merman looked frightened and confused.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

The Merman stayed silent.

"Do you not speak?" Kurt asked. "Or maybe you just can't understand me."

"Why can I understand you?" He asked.

"Excuse me?"

"How do you know Mermish?"

"What?"

The Merman raised his triangular eyebrows. "You're a human."

"I think I already knew that." He rolled his eyes, "Now let me help you."

"But, you're a human."

"I think we already established this." He started untangling the net. "Now, how about we make some conversation? I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel. What's you're name?"

"My name?"

"You do have a name, don't you?"

"Of course I have a name."

"What is it then?"

"Blaine."

"Hmm….Blaine…." Kurt liked the way it rolled on his tongue.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"What question?"

"How do you know Mermish?"

Kurt was now puzzled. "What on earth is Mermish?"

"It's Merfolk tongue. Only Merfolk can speak it."

"Maybe you're speaking English."

"English?"

"It's what I'm speaking right now." Kurt told him, "The only other language I know is French. So I can't possibly be speaking Mermaid Language or anything."

Blaine huffed.

"There. All done." Kurt pulled the net off of Blaine's tail. "Now we need to get this hook out of your hand and you're good to go." Kurt took a breath, "I'll go get some antiseptic and—"

"No…I'll do it myself."

"It'll get infected."

"I-I need to go." With all his strength, Blaine pushed himself back into the water.

Kurt was still in a state of shock. A merman. A real living, breathing merman.

He truly hoped that wasn't the last he ever saw of Blaine.

A/N: Like it? Love it? Hate it? Wanna punch it in the face? Review and let me know :)

Does anybody have an idea why Kurt can speak Mermish...?

Thank you so so much for reading!