Chapter One
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Glee fanfic, but the idea for it has been with me for a while. I love both Disney and Glee, so why not combine them? The characters from Glee are in the places of the Little Mermaid characters, and I plan to add a few more problems to thicken the plot. They're coming soon, I promise! Enjoy!
"Mercedes, come on! We don't have a lot of time!" A clear, soprano voice rang out across the typically serene marine landscape. Miniscule bubbles swirled in the churning water, caused by a set of speeding, azure fins slicing through the warm water. The fins continued their journey as their owner, a fetching young merman, called over his shoulder once again to his companion.
"Come on darling, I know you can swim faster than that! Don't tell me you're being a guppy…"
"I…(huff)…am not…(huff)…a guppy!" An exhausted, brightly colored fish inched its way toward the merman, mustering as much sass as it could whilst being out of breath. "Kurt, honey, you know I can't swim as fast as you! We weren't all gifted with your tail structure," the fish quipped, one eyebrow raised.
"I'm sorry Cedes, I just want to check out another shipwreck before King Schue needs us back for the glee club concert."
"Shipwreck?! You told me we were going shopping! Hell to the no Kurt, I am not going in there!"
"Guppy," Kurt teased as he swam toward the majestic yet ominous ship settled on the ocean floor. Riled by the name and afraid to be left behind, Mercedes quickly followed Kurt to the ship's broken porthole and wiggled inside. Kurt's breath caught as he took in his surroundings. Despite the layer of barnacles, sand, and mold covering the entirety of the ship, he saw only treasures in the abandoned human objects. As he moved slowly toward a delicate jewelry box that seemed relatively intact, he was reminded of his beautiful mother, a mermaid who had advocated for merpeople-human harmony. After her death, Kurt had developed a fascination with the human world that both his father and his beloved mentor, King Schuester, feared would put him in danger.
…danger like the shark that was lurking right behind him.
"Hey mer-boy," the shark sneered, "picking up another human item, I see. I don't think your idiot father or your ridiculous king would appreciate that." Kurt and Mercedes whirled around, eyes wide with terror.
"Karofsky!" Kurt yelped, panic flooding his consciousness. Without thinking, he shoved the box he was holding into the bag draped across his shoulder, "Mercedes, swim!' The two darted away before the oafish shark could register what was happening. Infuriated, he lunged toward them, shouting insults revolving around humans and glee club. As Kurt swam for his life, he noticed an anchor gleaming before them.
"Follow me," he panted to Mercedes, and they weaved through the narrow hole at the top. Karofsky, barreling after them full force, hit the anchor with such an impact that half of his massive body squeezed through before he slowed down. Kurt smirked at the trapped shark. "Sorry Karofsky, maybe next time," he taunted as fish and merman floated toward the ocean's surface.
After breaking through the waves into the sunlight, Kurt spotted a low rock formation nearby. He closed the gap with a grin, and Mercedes followed with a disapproving head shake.
"Oh! Hi there narwhal, I wasn't expecting you!" a voice squawked as Kurt approached.
"Hello Brit, I have a few things for you to look at," Kurt spoke softly as a large, white seagull hopped to the edge of the rock. Britney was Kurt's personal encyclopedia of all things human. Because she flew to their world so often, she claimed to know everything about those with legs. As long as Kurt brought her candies from Atlantis, she would answer any questions he asked about humans.
Kurt pulled a rusted fork from his bag and placed it gingerly on the rock before Britney. Upon examining it, she became excited and started speaking quickly. "Now this is a real find, narwhal! A genuine dinglehopper, huh? Humans use this to brush their hair. Works real well, see?" She jabbed the fork into Kurt's hair, and he promptly swerved to avoid the "dinglehopper."
"Come on Brit, you know better! It took me fifteen minutes and a handful of jellyfish gel to get this swoop," the merboy complained. He sighed and pulled the jewelry box from his bag. "How about this one? I think it's my favorite find of this month."
"Ah yes, this is a box that humans use to store valuables, like food," the gull chattered, "and see, when you open it, it plays music!"
Kurt paled as the realization sunk in. "Music? I forgot about glee club! Cedes, let's go!" He swept his treasures back into the bag and began to swim away. "Thanks so much Brit, I'll call you!" he called over his shoulder.
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"Kurt, buddy, you made a promise to the Royal Glee Club, and you can't skip practices to make it fit your schedule," Burt Hummel sighed, exasperated. As official advisor to King Schuester and official father to Kurt, it was his job to ensure Kurt honored his commitments to the kingdom.
"I know dad, I'm sorry," Kurt mumbled. Mercedes nervously flitted her fins next to him.
King Schuester smiled slightly as he addressed the group in front of him, "Kurt, I know the glee club is a big commitment, but you had a solo this week. Luckily, Rachel was able to-"
The kind king was cut off by a little red crab who had recently skittered into the room and next to him, a haughty smirk on her face. "As Glee Club captain, naturally I took up the burden of covering YOUR solo for you. Of course, it was no problem for me, with my flawless vocal range, rigorous rehearsal, and sense of RESPONSIBILITY toward my team and myself. I expected this from Mercedes maybe, what with the laziness and sass she brings to the team-"
"Hey! You big mouthed, bigger egoed, self-righteous little crab-"
"-but I never expected this from you, Kurt. You always seemed dedicated to this team, and to your FUTURE…"
"Okay Rachel, that's enough," King Schuester cut in, "Since you are the club's captain, I would like you to accompany Kurt in his explorations on days we have practice for the time being, just to be sure he doesn't lose track of time again."
A slack-mouthed, insulted expression graced both Kurt's and Rachel's faces, and for once they were in agreement.
"King Schue, you can't'"
"I don't need her-"
"-expect me to take time out of my rigorous schedule-"
"-perfectly capable-"
"-become his BABYSITTER?!"
"Sorry guys, but if this is the only way to ensure my very talented countertenor actually comes to rehearsal, then so be it." Kurt and Rachel sighed in defeat. A king's order was not something to argue, regardless of the stupidity of it.
"Alright fishboy, let's get going then. What do you usually do about now?" Rachel huffed. Kurt only groaned and swam off with Mercedes, leaving Rachel to rush behind them.
