Once Upon A Dream - Chapter 2 - I Know You
Author's Note:
Just a reminder, this is based off of Disney's Sleeping Beauty, but there are some parts and characters that I added in just to make it different.
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- Audrey
Many sad and lonely years passed by for the King and Queen and their people. But as the time for the princesses sixteenth birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Sue's domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.
"This is incredible. Sixteen years and not a trace of her! Are you SURE you search everywhere?" Sue interrogated her servants.
The tallest and dumbest looking one, Finn, spoke up, "Yes, master, we did. Through every mountain, house, and all of the cradles!"
"CRADLES?" Sue yelled, "You were still looking for a BABY? You IDIOTS! You FOOLS! You sicken me! Get out of my face, I can't bare to look at you all any longer!"
At once, all of her servants ran out of the room to the dungeon. Sue sat down and started to pet her raven, Becky.
"Oh, they are hopeless," Sue said miserably. "Looking for a baby. How stupid of them. You, Becky, are my last hope."
"What would you like me to do, your Excellency?" The Raven asked.
"Circle far and wide and look for a maid of sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me!" Sue ordered.
"You got it, master," and with that, Becky flew away to search for the princess.
And so for sixteen long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery, while deep in the forest, in a woodcutter's cottage, the three singers carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had raised Brittany as their own, calling her Rose.
On this her sixteenth birthday the singers had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise.
"What about this one?"
"Oh goodness, Mercedes, that's ghastly. It needs to be a pretty shade of blue," Rachel advised, and Mercedes rolled her eyes and looked at Kurt.
"Well I think it should be pink. Kurt, what do you think?"
"I don't care, dears, I'm sure she'll be fine with anything. Besides, I'm the baker for tonight so don't think I'll be any help. But how are we going to get her out of the house?"
"I'll have her go pick some berries for a pie. That should keep her until just before sundown!" Rachel explained. The other two nodded and hid their stuff just as Rose walked down the stairs.
"And what are you three dears up to?" she said with a sweet grin.
"Oh just about to start baking a pie, but we're out of berries!" Mercedes lied convincingly.
"Oh, well then I better go and pick some berries for you!" Rose said as she picked up her basket. "Goodbye Aunt Rachel, Aunt Mercedes, and Uncle Kurt!" She kissed them each on the cheek before heading out the door.
Kurt called out the window, "Be careful dear! And don't talk to strangers!"
"I won't!" Rose called back, and she was off.
"I wonder if she suspects…" Rachel started, but Mercedes stopped her.
"Of course not. She'll be so surprised!"
"Well she won't have anything to be surprised of if we don't make her dress and cake! Let's move, ladies!" Kurt snapped his fingers to get them moving.
"Great! Now I'll go find the spell song that makes dresses…" Mercedes started to head upstairs before Rachel stopped her.
"No, no dear! No magic!"
"But the 16 years are over!" Mercedes pouted.
Kurt spoke up, "We're not taking any chances!"
"I don't know how to sew though! How am I suppose to make a dress for her if I can't sew?"
"That is a good point. I've never baked a cake in my life…I've baked pies, but that's different…how DO you bake a cake?" Kurt wondered allowed.
Rachel pointed to a book, "here, look. It's all in the instructions. Just follow the recipe, dear!"
"I still don't know how to sew, Rachel!" Mercedes huffed, and Rachel took her hand and guided her to the stool.
"I'll help you, just go get the fabric," Rachel instructed. Mercedes did what she was told and brought out a huge roll of pink fabric.
"Found it!"
"It's pink!" Rachel exclaimed in annoyance.
"Yes, it's a lovely shade, isn't it?" Mercedes cooed as she gazed at the fabric.
"I wanted it to be blue."
"We decided that PINK was her color."
"No, YOU decided!"
"Would you both be quiet! We don't need the anyone hearing you squabble. Especially not one of Sue's spies," Kurt warned. The two girls nodded and quietly continued their work.
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Rose walked through the woods, slightly swinging her basket and every once in a while stopping to pick some berries. She was singing, nothing in particular, just singing a melody of notes on an "ah". She smelled the air, it was so crisp and woodsy, just how she likes it. She started twirling, but stopped when she saw someone standing several feet away.
"Oh goodness," she looked back and forth, contemplating if she should move away from the person coming towards her.
"My Aunts and Uncle told me not to talk to strangers…but I'm not a baby anymore! I'm 16 years of age…I need not listen to anyone!" She told herself, and waved at the stranger coming towards her. As he got closer, Rose saw what he looked like. He was kind of short, no taller than she was, and had brown hair. He was kind of goofy looking, but not unattractive.
"Hello, fair lady," said the stranger. He took her hand and shook it in welcome, "my name is Artie."
"Hello, Artie!" Rose smiled at him kindly. She didn't know why he was talking to her, but at least he was nice.
"I couldn't help but overhear you singing. You have a beautiful voice."
"Why thank you Artie! That's very kind of you to say."
"You know, you seem very special," he added, "what is your class?"
"Pardon?" Class? What does class mean? Rose thought.
"Your class. Your status. Are you a peasant?" He asked.
"I guess so. I'm definitely not a princess…"
"Well you are the most beautiful peasant girl I've ever met. My father and mother say I should find a bride, and I believe I have found her."
"Oh, congratulations, Artie!" Rose clapped her hands, "Who is she?"
"I'm looking at her."
Rose looked around before realizing that he was talking about her. She took a step back.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I…I just…I don't-"
"Oh, there you are darling!" came another male voice behind her. She turned around to see another boy about her height with curly black hair and triangular eyebrows walking towards her.
"Uh, hello…" she started, extremely confused.
The new boy took her hand and stared at Artie. Artie took a step back.
"My apologies, miss. I didn't know you were already spoken for. I shall leave," he bowed and walked the other way. The new boy let Rose's hand go and looked at her.
"I'm sorry if I frightened you, miss. It's just, you seemed as though he was making you feel uncomfortable, and I wanted to help. My name is Blaine," he held out his hand and Rose shook it.
"Thank you, Blaine. I'm very glad you helped me…" she trailed off.
"You seem troubled, miss. What is making you unsure?"
"I'm afraid you'll be like Artie, asking for my hand in marriage and such," Rose admitted with a sheepish look. Blaine began laughing, and Rose immediately felt embarrassed and hurt. "What is so funny, Blaine?"
"I'm not laughing at you, miss. I'm laughing at the situation," he noticed the confused look on Rose's face and continued, "You don't have to worry about me, miss. I don't love girls like most boys, I prefer a prince to a princess."
Rose nodded her head in understanding, "that's very nice! I'm glad you know what you want in love. I'm not so sure. I've never met anyone outside of my family until today."
Blaine's eyes went wide, "that's interesting. Do tell me why that's so."
"I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. My Aunts and Uncle have just always told me never to speak to strangers."
"You seem to be speaking to plenty of strangers today, miss," Blaine said with a silly smile. "Well, unfortunately I must go, miss. I have to get back to my cottage before sundown, and that will take me hours. I hope I see you again someday, you are very nice company."
"As are you, Blaine! It was lovely meeting you," Rose waved as Blaine walked in the opposite direction, and then she continued to sing.
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Santana could faintly hear a beautiful voice singing a distinct melody off in the distance. She had her horse, Sam, move closer towards the voice.
"Do you hear that, Sam? It's…beautiful. What is it? Come, let's find out!"
Sam huffs and stays still, even when she orders him to go.
"What about an extra bucket of oats? You sure do love to fill your abnormally large mouth with oats!" Nothing. "Oh, come on! Please? What if I also give you an extra carrot?" Sam then began moving forward, too fast, and Santana was not ready for it. She immediately fell backwards off of Sam and onto the ground.
"Ugh, you are SO not getting any extra carrots now, Trouty Mouth."
Santana dusted herself off and got back onto Sam, and she rode off towards the beautiful voice.
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Rose continued to sing as she picked berries, and soon she realized she had an audience of two cats. One was white and perfect looking, while the other was very, VERY fat.
"Oh, aren't you two precious?" she pet each cat on the head, and they began purring. She looked to the small white one. "You are very beautiful. I'll call you Charity." She turned to the fat one, "You are also very cute! And very tubby. I'll call you Lord Tubbington." The two cats purred and rubbed against her, and she began to sing once more.
"I wonder,
I wonder,
I wonder why each little bird
Has a someone
To sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little love melody.
I wonder,
I wonder,
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
To someone
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song
To me?"
"Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child? I've never met anyone else until today! Well, that's what they think, at least. I did meet someone!"
The two cats looked at her curiously, as though to ask, "who?"
"I met a Princess. A beautiful princess. She was so very kind…and so romantic. We walked together, and talked together, and just before we said goodbye, she took me in her arms and then…I woke up."
She could tell the cat's faces fell.
"Yes, it was only in my dreams. But, they say if you dream something more than once, it's bound to come true! And I've seen her so many times…"
Rose continued to sing the distinct melody and began picking berries again.
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"You know Sam, there was something strange about that voice. It was too beautiful to be real," Santana inquired, but she noticed as she was getting closer, the voice was getting louder.
Her jacket dropped on the ground, and before she could stop and pick it up, a white cat came and picked it up in it's mouth and ran off with it.
"Wait! Stop!" Santana jumped off of Sam and ran off after the cat, and Sam followed behind.
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"Why…what's this? Charity, what did you bring me? It's a jacket! Well let's put it on you and see how you look!" Rose giggled and put it on the cat.
"Why, it's my dream Princess!" Rose curtsied, chuckling, "you're Highness. You know, I'm really not suppose to talk to strangers…but we've met before!"
"I know you
I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a gleam…"
Rose danced with Charity and twirled to the music. What she didn't know is that Santana was watching her in amazement behind a tree.
"And I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did
Once upon a dream."
As each second passes, Santana walked a tiny bit closer to Rose as she sang, but kept quiet as to not disturb her.
"La, la,
La, da, la, da, da, la
Da, da, la, la, da, la…
But if I know you, I know what you'll do,
You'll love me at once…"
Suddenly, Santana joined in the song and caught Rose mid-twirl.
"The way you did
once upon a dream…"
Rose turned around in shock and locked eyes with Santana, "Oh? Oh!"
She tried, half-heatedly, to run away, but Santana caught her arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."
"Oh, I'm not frightened, it's just…you're a-"
"A stranger?" Santana asked with a smirk on her face. Rose nodded sheepishly. "But, we're not strangers remember? We've met before! You said it yourself: once upon a dream!
I know you
I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a gleam…"
Rose gave in, and the two began waltzing through the forest, singing together.
"And I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did
Once upon a dream."
"Who are you? What is your name?" Santana asked when they stopped dancing.
"It's…well…I'm…I've got to go! Goodbye!" Rose ran off, and Santana tried to run after her.
"But when will I see you again?"
"Um…tonight!"
"Tonight? Where?"
"At the cottage, in the glen!"
And with that, Rose ran off to the cottage with her basket of berries.
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