Hello! Long time no see, huh guys?

First off, a quick apology to anyone who was reading my previous story, An Evening with Kurt. I know I said I was going to make it into a multi-chapter fic, or at least longer than I did make it, but I thought that it was the best that it could be as a two-shot.

Secondly, here is my newest story. This will basically follow the plot of The Little Mermaid. There will be some major changes made though, so it won't be just a basic retelling.

Thirdly, please review? 3

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or the little mermaid (no matter how many times that I wish upon a star that I did), nor do I own any characters mentioned, :)

Now without further ado, I present to you The Little Mer-Blaine

(P.S. This is from Finn's POV)

I woke up on Tuesday morning to a Kurt-shriek.

It wasn't an oh-my-god-there's-a-burglar-Finn-come-hit-him-with-a-baseball-bat-shriek, but more of an oh-my-god-I'm-so-excited-shriek (Kurt tends to do the second one more often so I made the name shorter).

After the Kurt-shriek, Kurt came into my room practically jumping off the walls. I was kinda' scared. It takes a lot to get my little bro so wound up.

Turns out that King Burt, my stepdad, Kurt's dad, gave Kurt like the most awesome birthday present ever. Kurt and I were going to take a trip out to sea on one of his finest ships (it was called the Ew Infection or something). Which was a big deal to Kurt. His mom loved the ocean, but when she died Burt didn't let Kurt go sailing like they used to. No one really knew why but Kurt told me that it was probably because the memories were too painful or something.

So today was Kurt's first time being out to sea in, like, a lot a years. And me, being the super-tough and totally cool big brother, was given the job of being his fearless protector. At first I was all, "We're gonna' be on a boat, what could happen?" But after I thought about it for awhile, Kurt could totally fall over board and get eaten by a shark. Burt's always thinking ahead like that.

We were on New Directions (I liked Ew Infection better but whatever). It was a good ship, as far as ships go, I suppose. I'll admit it; I don't know diddly-squat about sailing or rowing or port-bows or whatever the heck they are. So it was kinda' like walking around a store you've never been to before. You don't know where any of your favorite foods are or if the cashier ladies are nice or not. Or in this case, if the sailors would tell me where the heck the bathrooms are.

OK, so apparently, I don't know anything about ships for a reason. I get seasick, like, really bad sea sicknesses. Like, I'm barfing all the way down the side of the boat right now sea sickness. And let me tell you, it sucks with a capital S.

But what makes it suck even more is that Kurt is jumping around and shouting for freakin' joy right behind me. And that makes me a little jealous. Which is weird because, I mean, Kurt's totally awesome and all, but I've always been cool with just being me. But I'll give it to him; the kid can really pack a punch what with all this rickety rockety.

"Oh my gaga, Finn! Isn't this just the most amazing thing we've ever done? The roar of the waves, the smell of the salty sea air as it blows through your hair! It's so exhilarating!" But hearing Kurt all happy-go-lucky like that almost makes all the puking worth it. Almost.

"Sure thing little bro. This is totally aweso-BLERG." EW. Eew. Eewww! Man, what did I eat for breakfast?

"…Are you okay, Finn?" Kurt reached out and gently put his hand on my back. Yeah, OK feeling kinda' dizzy now.

"I'm fine, dude, but thanks." I tried to smile at him but I'm pretty sure it just looked like a grimace. Oh well, I tried.

"Alright." He made the word sound really long so I knew that he didn't believe me, but you know, that's my little brother. He can be really sarcastic. "And don't call me dude!"

I responded with another barf. Good thing Kurt walked away when he did. That one was super nasty.

I waited a few moments for round two but it never came. I straightened myself up and called out to Kurt with my signature Finn-grinn, "Hey dude! I think I'm empty!"

Kurt turned from where he was helping a sailor pull a rope and tie in down. "Finn, that's disgusting. And what did I just say?" No matter how many times does that scary glare thing, it'll still send shivers up my spine.

I blushed and waved sheepishly nonetheless. "Sorry, dude."

"FINN!"

"What?"

Burt had planned fireworks to go off after sunset along with a whole buncha' food and dancing and music. The fireworks were, like, totally awesome and the food was totally awesome, too. Kurt was a lucky guy. I mean, this was one cool party, plus he got some super sweet presents.

I got Kurt a bird. He was cute and small and yellow and when I was at that the pet store he wouldn't stop singing. Just like Kurt. Except Kurt isn't yellow…or a bird. But you know, they're both smaller than me, and sing a lot. I thought it was a good present. Kurt hadn't taken him off of his shoulder yet so I think he likes him, too.

My favorite present though was a giant statue of warrior Kurt. He had a sword and everything. It was even really pale and white like he is. I hope I get a warrior me statue for my birthday. Then they could be warrior-statue buddies. That be so cool.

After the statue was shown Kurt was talking to some sailors. They looked sorta' shady so I decided to investigate.

"-was a mighty fine day fer sailin' m'prince. King Triton must be in a good ol' mood fer yer birthday."

"King Triton?" Kurt was looking up at the shady bald guy with his wide curious eyes. He's always been interested in fairytales and such so it didn't surprise me when he was ready to believe any crazy story this guy would tell him.

"Why, he's da King o' da mer-people he is. You ain't nev'r heard o' him m'prince?" Baldy looked confused so I supposed mer-people were 'well-known' or whatever.

Kurt just shook his head at the man. "No, sir. I haven't."

"Chirp chirp chirp!"

"Hehe, I guess little Pavarotti hasn't either." Kurt pet his little yellow head.

"Well, m'prince, he rules o'er da sea an' all its storms, he does. An' his people, da mer-people, are half fish, they are. Wit fins like a porpoise an' scales like 'em fish gots. An' they gots heads an' arms like we do. An-"

"Alright, Kurt! I think that's enough of that! There's no such thing as mer-people or whatever. Baldy here doesn't know what he's talking about." I placed my hand on Kurt's shoulder and started leading him away.

"Now ye' see here, Mr. Frankenteen! I've seen 'em I have! I saw 'em sittin' on da rocks not three years ago, I did!" He was flailing about now. Kinda' like when I'm about to fall over.

"Stop filling my brothers mind with your lies, dude?" I shouted over my shoulder to the bald sailor. He was all red and puffy now, kinda' like a swollen lip.

"So, Kurt." I turned my attention back to my pouting little brother. "How about a subject change?"

"Depends on what we're changing it to, Finn." He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his nose up in the hair. I'm pretty sure then when he looks like that he could totally walk over someone…Is that even possible?

…

Ah, focus Finn!

"Well, uh…I was just thinking that maybe we could talk about Noah Puckerman, the badassador from Lima Heights?" I inwardly cringed knowing Kurt wouldn't want to talk about it.

"Finn…"

"OK, OK, OK, OK." We stopped walking and leaned against the railing along the side of the ship. I tried not to look at the rolling waves and instead shifted so I was facing Kurt. "Before you say anything just let me say this. You are going to have to get married soon, Kurt. We're celebrating your eighteenth birthday here, dude! The entire kingdom was hoping to see you engaged by now! And I really don't want to say this but there really that many gay men, let alone princes, that you have to chose from."

Kurt seemed really sad now. Especially his eyes. I hate it when Kurt's eyes get all droopy and grey like that. All hurt and sadness and misery and fear.

Fear.

God, I hate it when Kurt's scared. He always seems to have something, or someone, to be afraid of. It's not fair. I've seen so much fear in his eyes over the past few years. When he came out to me. When he comes to my room crying almost every night about the tormenters that I couldn't protect him from. When he had to leave all of his friends behind in the dust of all of it.

In all that fear.

I had known for a long time that Kurt didn't deserve all their hate and ignorance. My hate and ignorance.

Kurt was afraid to get married. Scared of what others will do. He was fearful of all the hate he knew he was going to get.

Kurt was afraid to fall in love.

…

"How could you be scared of something so wonderful?" I heard myself speaking before I had even thought.

Kurt looked up at me, clearly confused by my outburst. His thin eyebrows were creased together and his eyes were all squinty like he was trying to see something really tiny even though I'm really tall. His cheeks and the tips of his nose were pinkish and my little brother was kinda' adorable. And the fact that he had a small chirping bird on his shoulder just sealed the deal. Why was he the one being hated? Who cares who he falls in love with? I don't, so why should anyone else?

"W-what, Finn?"

I snapped out of my little reverie when I heard Kurt speak in that small voice he got whenever he was nervous.

"Kurt, love and marriage and your happiness aren't things to be afraid of! You should be chasing after them! Who cares what everyone else thinks or says or does? It's your life and your happiness we're talking about! Aren't who the one who's always saying that true love conquers all? So why don't you go and conquer that love?" I was breathing pretty heavily now and almost shouted the last part right into Kurt's face.

Kurt snorted. "Jeez, Finn. You sound like some sage trying to find his purpose in life." He then turned away from me to look out to sea, his face serious again.

Kurt didn't respond for quite awhile so I spun around, resting my forearms on the ship's railing and facing the New Direction's deck.

I don't know how many seconds or minutes past, me watching the singing and dancing sailors and Kurt, with Pavarotti, watching the rolling waves. When he spoke to me it was quiet, but he had confidence and pride in his voice.

"Thank you for your concern, Finn, but you don't understand and I don't expect you to."

"And what if I want to understand?" I looked at Kurt with what I kinda' hoped was a challenging look.

He sighed and shook his head. "Finn, you have it easy. Well, easier than me at least."

"That's not true." I clasped my hand on my shoulder and he looked at me with his wide eyes. They were already full of his unshed tears.

"No, Finn. You can walk around the kingdom hand-in-hand with the person you love and even though people are pretty excepting these days, I can still feel they're disapproving stares when I walk past. And that's just when I'm alone, Finn! If I was ever to find my true love, who knows what they would do to us!"

Kurt was openly crying now, he's tears streaming down his face, and sparkling from the light of the lanterns. Pavarotti chirped sadly from his shoulder, already in tune with Kurt's emotions.

I pulled Kurt into a hug and just held him for awhile. I may have my moments, but I don't always know what to say. Especially not to Kurt, he's so sensitive all the time.

"But they're our people, Kurt; I don't think that they'd want to hurt their future King."

"It doesn't mean that they don't think about how disgusting I am." He turned his head away from me and tried to get out of my big bear hug. I'm a lot stronger than Kurt, though.

"Wait, but aren't you the one who's always doing that daily face-wash thingy for like an hour every night? I say that's a lot cleaner than anyone else has ever wanted to be. A-and that lotion stuff you're always trying to get me to use, right?"

Kurt giggled and Pavarotti chirped happily on his shoulder. "T-thanks Finn. I know I shouldn't be afraid of marriage, and I'm not I guess, just of how people will act once I do. But Finn, I want to find the one. My soul mate, the person that I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with. And until then, you, the kingdom, and Dad will have to wait."

Yeah, there's the romantic Kurt I know. I gave him one last squeeze and then let him go; still resting my hand on his shoulder (the one Pavarotti wasn't on).

Kurt laughed again and whipped a tear from his eye and then looked up at me, smiling. "You've gotten good at this whole big brother thing. Have you actually been listening to me when I bring you your warm milk every night?"

I shrugged and shook his shoulders. "It's kinda' hard to ignore you, little bro."

We both laughed for awhile until a nice, happy silence settled over us. It gave me time to think over this little bonding session we just shared. I knew it was always gonna' be hard for Kurt to find love, but I still worried about him.

I glanced down at Kurt. He was still smiling slightly so I decided to push my luck.

"So…Puckerman?"

He immediately sent a glare my way and answered coldly, "Is not my true love and can pack his mohawked head up and go back to his sex-driven lifestyle as soon as possible."

Kurt's witty remark had us both at the mercy of our laughter for quite until he suddenly poked me in the chest and turned away.

"Now if you'll excuse me, Finn Hudson-Hummel, I wish to woo these sailors with my amazing skills. Toodles." Kurt waved at me from over his shoulder and Pavarotti chirped a cheery goodbye.

I leaned against the railing again, just soaking up the laughter coming from all the now-drunk sailors. It was a happy day and I was pretty glad Kurt was getting to forget about some of his princely duties for once. I love Kurt, but he needs to learn to just chill sometimes and-

Splish.

What the-? I spun around and looked out to the water. What was that? A fish maybe? But where?

SPLASH.

There it was again. I leaned over the railing, the splash coming from almost directly below me this time. It was after sunset but I could've sworn I saw I black unruly mop of something go under the water.

…And what was that red and blue shiny thing…? It looked almost like…scales? Must have been one hell of a fish.

…

Either that or I'm going crazy.

OK, so this was mainly just a quick introduction, no major plot development here. Once again feel free to review and if you guys noticed any errors please let me know (I didn't show this to my beta but I will for all the other chapters, so don't worry :P) Criticism is always welcome.

Chapter Two is in the making and should be up by the very latest Wednesday evening, though I highly doubt it will be that late.

Thanks for reading - Gummybear22