Not Every Wish Can Be

Part Two - First Wish

Blaine was a little confused later when he had finished making dinner. Did genies eat? Would Kurt be offended if he asked him to dinner? Was there some sort of genie to master rule that Blaine should be following right now? He wasn't sure, but he pulled the trejule up and ran his fingers up and down the rings along the edge. He felt it heat up but this time it didn't start shuddering in his hands. The stopper seemingly disappeared and when he looked up, Kurt was standing with his arms at his side and a smile on his lips.

"That was a short wait. Have you already come up with your first wish?" Flushing, because honestly Blaine hadn't even thought about it yet, he shook his head.

"No, I uh... I was wondering if you ate?" That could have gone better, he thought, but he left it as it was and waited.

"My kind does not need to eat, but we can." He was confused, hands lightly folding infront of himself.

"Well I was wondering if you'd like to join me for dinner? I sort of made extra already but if you say no I can just put it in the fridge for tomorrow." Kurt looked from Blaine to the other room, where he could see the table and two places set, and turned back with his eyebrow raised again. However there was also a faint flush on his cheeks.

Blaine wondered once again if he had done something wrong. He didn't know the proper etiquette for this. Was inviting Kurt to dinner some sort of genie-offense? Would genies have really weird table manners? Was Blaine probably going insane over all of this? He was so stuck in his head, thinking of all the ways this would go bad, meaning he almost missed when Kurt spoke. Almost.

"I would be honored to join you." Blaine's face broke out into a smile as he ushered him into the small kitchenette, pointing at the table. Kurt seemed suspended for a moment, looking at the table and then at the pots and pans on the stove.

"No, no, I'll get it. I hope you eat spaghetti, it's one of the few meals I can cook without adult supervision. Sit, sit." Finally moving, and sending a quick nod, Kurt sat down at one of the plates and seemed to look it over. Blaine stepped up with the noodles, scooping out just enough onto Kurt's plate that it wasn't too much or too stingy, before doing the same for him. Quickly he returned with the meat sauce, spreading a little on the top of each plate.

"The biggest drawback to spaghetti in America is that we use too much sauce. My grandmother? She understands that noodles are the main center piece to spaghetti. She was a terrific cook. I didn't even think, do you even eat spaghetti?" He was placing the garlic bread in the middle of the table, fingers curling as if to gather everything up.

"I am not really sure I've ever eaten it, to be honest. But it smells lovely." Blaine nodded and moved to the fridge. He called out his drink selection, not very surprised when Kurt simply requested water.

After pouring two bottles of water into glasses, he sat down and looked at the meal. It didn't hit him until that moment, while making sure that everything looked neat and edible and... wow, it felt a lot like a date. He hadn't been on a date, not since his promotion, and he had unknowingly created that atmosphere. The only thing that helped was that it didn't seem like Kurt noticed, although Blaine was brought back to the fact that he really didn't know the man. He couldn't rightly read his facial expressions.

"Are you going to eat?" Kurt glanced up from his plate and looked at Blaine's, which he still hadn't touched either and tried to smile. It looked just forced enough for Blaine to wonder if he really did do something wrong.

"It is custom for my kind to start after their master." Blaine nodded, feeling a little put out at the master title again, but he grabbed his fork and twirled it before raising it to his mouth. He watched as Kurt tilted his head, watching him for a moment, before copying his movements exactly.

He waited for a reaction, as to whether or not the food was good, but Kurt seemed to just close off more instead. He took a few more bites, chasing it with a drink of his water before realizing that Blaine was staring at him. And he was staring, fairly hard actually. He hadn't even touched his own plate since Kurt's first bite.

"Is something wrong with your meal mas... Blaine?" His eyes had widened a tiny bit at the slipup, barely catching himself. Blaine sent him a smile, half to thank him and half to reassure him.

"No, not at all. I was just wondering if you were enjoying it." Kurt cocked his head to the side for a split second before righting it, sending his own reassuring smile to Blaine. It was the most real smile he'd seen out of him since he'd come out of his trejule.

"It's perfect. I've never tasted something quite like it." His voice dropped as he said it, his eyes downcast at his plate. Knowing that if he waited too long, his own dinner would get cold, Blaine took a few bites before approaching the subject delicately.

"When was the last time that you... ate?" He seemed to think about it before turning his head to the side and then righting it quickly.

"The last time I was released from the trejule was in 1967, and that master was not very... he was quick to take his three wishes." Blaine almost choked on the garlic bread he had bitten into.

"1967? But that's... like, 44 years ago?" Between bites, Kurt nodded before looking up at Blaine.

"For a few of those, I was trapped in a storage container. Another few I was lost in a lake. However the trejule always finds its way. Our purpose is solely to be used, being lost does not help that. And I can't be used if the trejule does not find someone worthy."

"Forty four years, minus a few that you were lost, to find someone worthy? How does it decide who is worthy?"

The thought made Blaine a little uncomfortable. Could the seemingly innocuous container have seen into his soul or something? Was that even possible? However the genie simply shrugged.

"I doubt you want to here all of this. It's dreadfully dull." Blaine shook his head, his hand slapping onto the table a little harder than he was expecting and sending an apologetic look to Kurt when he jumped.

"Sorry. But honestly, I do want to know about all of this. I'm curious, and I'd love to hear more about you and your life. As a genie."

He waited, wondering if he had stepped over a line. He hadn't been this careful around a guy in years, since the time of wondering about closet cases, but Kurt wasn't just any guy. He wasn't even really a guy, except that he was. He was a genie. There was a difference.

"Okay. I will tell you then. If you'll let me clear the plates, since you cooked, after we've finished eating." Blaine nodded, showing that he approved of the deal, and turning back to his food. He was excited, very excited, to hear about Kurt's life.

As they finished their meal, Blaine made the mistake of standing up to clear the dishes from the table. Kurt made an offended noise, soothing it by smiling, before reminding him that he was going to clear the plates.

He glanced around, his smile downright turning into a smirk, before snapping twice in quick succession. Then, the dishes seemed to disappear, and Blaine heard a light clank coming from the cabinet where he kept his plates. He stared from the now empty table to Kurt, smiling as he did so.

"So you can do magic without it being for a wish?" Kurt nodded, leaning back in his chair a bit and rubbing his arm, about the area that Blaine remembered there being a tattoo.

"Yes, my kind uses magic for certain things. Usually though, it cannot effect humans. This only counts because we made a deal that I would do the dishes so therefore I wasn't helping you, I was helping me. Simple things though."

Blaine nodded and then ushered Kurt into the living room, hesitating before turning on the television to a random channel. It was a mindless movie, making Kurt tilt his head as he watched the action unfold, before he settled himself onto the couch as he had done before. He still looked stiff, uncomfortable almost, but Blaine kept it to himself as he waited. Kurt promised, well maybe not expressly promised, that he would explain about his life, so he waited.

"You wanted to know things, so ask. I will answering anything." It sounded like a promise to Blaine so he nodded, thinking on things before opening his mouth.

"Sometimes you tilt your head as if you're listening to something. Is that just a thing or..." Kurt laughed, running his fingers over his arm before nodding.

"I do it when I'm gathering information. It's not something I have to do by any means, it does not help or hinder the process, it's just something I got used to doing." Blaine pulled one of his legs onto the couch and turned to face Kurt a little more.

"Gathering information. As in...?"

Kurt opened his mouth to answer and instead cocked his head to the side and then smiled.

"You are 26, you have a brother and a sister, your parents live in Ohio. You want a dog but you are also not sure your apartment is big enough for it. Your neighbor's name is Linda, not Lauren, by the way." At Blaine's opening and closing mouth, Kurt laughed, raising one hand to cover his mouth to stifle his giggles.

"I'm sorry, but your face." He seemed to regain himself, his cheeks still a little pink but other than that, he seemed to have control over himself. Blaine however, had no grasp on himself.

"Did you read my mind? How'd you do that?" Kurt shrugged, glancing around the room as if the answer was waiting on his bookshelf.

"It's not exactly reading one's mind, more of just knowing. I don't know the future, I don't know the past, I just know."

Not really knowing how to respond to that, Blaine decided to ask another question, one that had been touched on earlier.

"How does the trejule decide who is worthy?"

Kurt seemed a little uncomfortable, shifting on the couch and keeping his eyes down, but he opened his mouth to explain. He had said he would, after all.

"The trejule is like I am, it just knows." Blaine leaned forward, stopping just short of reaching out to Kurt.

"Come on, that's a cop out answer!" He watched Kurt tilt his head, most likely gathering the information as to what 'cop out' meant before blushing, looking down at his hands and nodding.

"Excuse me ma... Blaine. It's just difficult to explain. I've never had to answer these questions before."

Scooting forward, Blaine didn't even try to stop from reaching out and touching Kurt's arm. The genie didn't exactly flinch, just seemed to pull from the grasp before relaxing. Blaine wondered what kind of things Kurt had seen, the kind of things that had happened to him that made him so uncomfortable around humans, even his master.

"No one? None of your other... no one else has ever asked about you like this?" Kurt shook his head, his voice coming out strangled as he spoke next.

"I had almost forgotten my own name until you asked me."

Blaine's heart felt like it was breaking. He opened his mouth, intent on trying to comfort the man next to him, but a ringing cut him off. Kurt looked around wildly, as if trying to figure out the noise, but Blaine simply held up a finger before moving to the table near the hallway to grab his cell phone.

Seeing his father's name, he frowned. There weren't many reasons for him to call anymore. Usually it was to ask how work was, to make sure he wasn't besmirching their good name. Other times though, most recently, it was for another reason entirely. He sighed as he answered it, dreading either conversation at the moment.

"Hello sir." There was a moment of quiet before his father replied.

"Your mom is coming home. The doctors want her to be comfortable." His heart stuttered painfully at the words. She hadn't been in the hospital for more than a week this time.

"What are they saying?" He could almost hear his father shrugging on the other side of the phone.

"Not much. She's fighting, tooth and nail that woman, but the cancer is taking it out of her."

He turned from where he was standing, making his way back to the couch and sitting back down where he had been before. Kurt had tilted his head just the slightest bit, as if he was listening to the conversation. It might have been unintentional, or possibly because of how drained it made Blaine look, but it was a little comforting.

"Has it spread?" There was a noise, his father's voice coming through telling Maria to go back to her bedroom. There was a moment of muffled conversation before a different voice came onto the phone.

"Blaine, baby, is that you?" Blaine sighed, biting down on his tongue as hard as he could before answering.

"Yea mom, it's me. How're you holding up?" His mom laughed, telling her husband not to hover before answering.

"It's not so bad Blaine. I'm tired a lot more lately but that's nothing new." Her voice was wavering, as if she wanted to say something. Maybe she wanted to tell him she was proud of him, maybe she wanted to tell him to take care of himself, his siblings, his father. Whatever she wanted him to say, he cut her off.

"Listen mom, I'm... I've got something to do but I'm coming into town in a week. I'll be there in a week, I promise. Tell dad I said goodnight. Love you both."

She sighed and whispered the words back, telling him she'd see him in a week, and he put his phone on the coffee table. Kurt's head had straightened and he knew then that he had been listening, the color returning on his cheeks from being caught. Blaine shook his head lightly.

"She's always been the strongest person I've ever met. And now she has cancer and the doctors keep telling us to think positive, but we're not stupid. It's not getting better."

This would be the time when a normal person would put their hand on his shoulder and tell him that if there was anything they could do for him, to let them know. It was that thought that reminded Blaine that there was something Kurt could do for him. His head shot up fast, eyes widening when he realized how close to Kurt he was sitting. He hadn't noticed before. He bit his lip before asking because everything relied on Kurt's response.

"Do you... can you... is there a way..." Kurt smiled, as if he understood exactly what he was asking.

"All you have to do is wish it Blaine, I can make it happen." Blaine's shoulders sagged for a brief moment before he turned himself to face Kurt fully once more.

"I wish that my mother's cancer would go away so that she can live." Kurt nodded, holding out his hand for Blaine to shake. When Blaine released his hand, he lifted it and snapped twice before smiling.

"What is done is done. It won't be immediate, but she will be cancer free before you visit them." The weight that had been on Blaine's shoulders for so long, since she was diagnosed, was lifted and his shoulders sagged once more before he wrapped his arms around Kurt, unthinkingly, and pulled him to him.

He kept his arms around Kurt, hugging him tightly, for a few moments before he realized what he had done. However as he went to pull away, he also realized something else. Kurt's arms had come to frame him in an awkward hug. His heart stuttered for a moment and he pulled back, looking into the eyes of the genie... man... person that had just saved his mother's life. His eyes drifted down to Kurt's lips, but once he realized what he had done, he pulled back. He may want to kiss Kurt again, properly this time, but he was not about to force something like that. He wouldn't, he couldn't.

No matter how badly he wanted to.


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