Okay, so I've had some alerts and some reviews, and I actually like this idea, so I decided to continue this story.

I added a prologue, so the chapter I posted before, (this one) is now the second chapter. I hope it's not to confusing. I'm pretty positive to post the next chapter in the next few days.

thanks for reading you guys!

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Disclaimer: I wish I would, But sadly, I do nit own Disney or glee. if I did, believe me, there would a lot more disney songs on glee!


How Blaine met Kurt, Aladdin style.

"Okay, so you distract the vender, while I take one of his melons. Get it?"

"I,… I don't know Blaine," Blaine sighed at his best friend, "It's stealing."

"Well, do you want something to eat today or not?" David answered.

"Yeah, of course I do, but it just doesn't-"

"Do you have some hidden stash of money that I don't know about?" David raised an eyebrow.

"You know very well that I don't."

"Then man up, and go create a scene!" with that David pushed his friend at the stall, while he stayed at the background. His eyes followed Blaine. He knew Blaine hated stealing, and it wasn't his own favorite pastime either. But man, he was hungry and he wanted some food.

Blaine sighed while he approached the melon vendor. He set up his straight face and eyed the men like he had actually the money to buy this whole market, "Are these all the melons you have to sale?"

The vendor nodded, "only the best, for the best sir."

"Well, that will simply not do, I have a feast tonight, and I want something bigger, at least twice this size," he looked at his friend that was approaching the stall from behind, and gave him a tiny nod, that meant: now, do it now!

"I'm sorry sir, I'm afraid we don't have any larger sizes, they're all about the same," the vendor replied, trying to stay polite while Blaine threw a fit over the melons. If only he had the money to be demanding this kind of stuff. Life would be neat. Blaine sighed inwardly, one day!

He saw David putting two melons in his pouch. Just at that moment, the vendor decided to turn around, in a desperate attempt to find a melon that would satisfy his customer, "HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Blaine's eyes widened and as he saw David sprinting away, "never mind, bye," he rushed after his friend.

"Too close men, way too close!" Blaine shouted at him.

"Shut up and run," David yelled back.

It didn't take them too long to leave the eyesight of the vendor. They were young and fit, while the melon vendor had been old and well, let's just say, not so fit.

They ended up at the other side of the market, where they plopped on the ground with their backs against the wall and started laughing.

"Did you," Blaine tried to catch his breath, "did you see his face when he saw you?"

"I did," David grinned, "you were brilliant men, pretending like you had the money to make demands like that."

"I was, wasn't I, I should be an actor." Blaine had to admit, he was slightly proud of himself. If he had the clothes to match, he could easily play a prince of some sorts, "Well, though I hate it, I'm glad I finally have something to eat. One day, when I have the money, I will pay them all back."

David smiled to himself and nodded. That Blaine, always the gentleman. He started slowly separating the first melon with a pocket knife he had on him. He handed a part to Blaine.
It was that moment when Blaine saw him!
At first, he didn't pay much attention to the boy who was walking gracefully between the market stalls. He was too busy enjoying his first meal of the day. But something caught his eye. He wasn't sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that this must be the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He was pale, in comparison to all the other men that were walking around. He was careful, like he was afraid to touch anything. Walking gracefully, and avoiding any direct contact with anything or anyone? And he looked around him with those big blue eyes. Oh those eyes. He looked like he was seeing everything for the first time in his life.

"Blaine? BLAINE," his friend poked him.

"What?" he answered absentmindedly.

"I asked if you wanted to eat the second one now, or save it for later?" David asked again.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"Blaine did you hear what I said?" David asked, following his friends longing gaze. He blinked twice, "don't even think about it Blaine. We can hardly stay alive as it is. Besides, he is WAY out of your league."

"Mm," Blaine didn't even replied. He was too busy watching the boy interact with one of the children who was looking longingly at one of the apples in a stall. He saw the boy giving one to the little one. How sweet of him. But did he, wait, did he just turn around without paying? His eyes bulged when the vendor grabbed the young man and threatened him. The young men's eyes grew wide and he could see fear in them, and he heard the young men's pleas.

"Blaine, don't!" in the back of his mind Blaine heard David protest, but before he knew what he was doing, he stood in front of the young men, defending him against the vendor.

"I'm terribly sorry sir, I'm so glad you found him before anything happened!" his eyes encircled the waist of the blue eyed boy and pulled him close towards him.

"You know this men?" the vendor growled.

Blaine looked at the boy in his arms and scowled at him, "I've been looking all around this market for you, you know you aren't supposed to leave the house alone!" he looked at the boy with pleading eyes, hoping he would get the hint.

"I'm sorry sir," he looked at the vendor again, "this is, err, my little brother!"

The vendor was still looking at him, his face scrunched up in doubt.

"Yes, my younger brother, he's a bit ill, if you get what I mean," he pointed at his head and shot him the most apologetic smile he could muster up. He could feel the boy stiffen is his arms, clearly insulted. He gave him a gentle squeeze.

"You don't look alike," the man growled again.

"Yeah, well you know, same mother, different father. He doesn't get out much, a bit delusional, you see." Please believe me, he pleaded in his mind, please, please, please. He shot the men one of his most pleading looks.

"Well, it doesn't change the fact that he has stolen one of my apples. And he was jabbering about asking the sultan for money."

"Here's your apple back," David suddenly appeared from behind Blaine, an apple in hand (one he obviously had taken while Blaine was defending the young men).

"Well, yes, you see, my brother here thinks my friend is the sultan," he laughed good naturally at the vendor, who had seemed to calm down when David had given him the apple. He nudged the boy, who seemed to catch up.

"Oh yes, good sultan," the boy, Blaine almost did a double take, actually bowed to David, "thank you for coming to our rescue."

"Okay little brother, come on," Blaine desperately bit his lip, to stop from laughing and pulled the boy with him. Away from the market. While David followed them. He smiled apologetically at the vendor and gestured to his head. Mental.


"What are you doing?" David whispered to his friend, who only shrugged in response. He was leading the boy to their home. Well, what you could call a home. A shabby place in an abandoned building. But it was where they lived. "You can't take him to our place," David pleaded, "Blaine, come on."
Blaine shot him a look that clearly said, back off and tugged at the boys hands.

A soft voice suddenly interrupted their argument, "I'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you anymore."

"Nonsense," Blaine replied, "you're not disturbing anything."

David huffed.

"If David doesn't like what I'm doing, he can simply leave," he looked at David pointedly.

"Are you sure?" the boy softly asked.

Blaine looked in his eyes, "definitely," his hand slowly raised to cup his cheek, his thumb slowly rubbing circles.

A timid smile appeared on the boys face.

"I'm Blaine," he said.

"I'm," the young men seemed to falter a moment, "I'm Kurt."

"Nice to meet you Kurt," Blaine smiled, "I take it that was your first time in the marketplace?"

"That obvious hu?" the boy, Kurt, looked guilty, but couldn't help but smile at the same time.

"Just a little bit. The fact that you didn't pay the vendor was a big give a way," Blaine looked at the boys sparkling eyes.

"Oh right, about that," he casted his eyes downwards.

"Hey, no judging, god knows I shouldn't judge," Blaine pulled his free arm around the boys waist, pulling him closer, while the other one was still caressing his face, "besides, it wasn't that what caught my eye."

"It wasn't?" the boy looked up at Blaine again.

"No, you kind of stand out."

The boy raised an eye.

"I mean, like, in a good way," Blaine corrected himself, "you are the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Really?" a blush rose on the boy's cheeks.

"Yeah," Blaine mumbled and let his eyes fall on the other men's lips. Looking him in the eye again, only to see that Kurt was doing the exact same thing. His hand slowly travelled to the other one's neck, pulling him closer towards him.

"Look, not that I want to interrupt or anything," David came between them.

"Then don't," Blaine grumbled at his friend.

"But it's getting dark and I don't like to wander out on the streets at night."

Blaine sighed, he knew David was right, "yeah, come on Kurt, I'll take you to my place."

The boy smiled and grabbed Blaine's hand again. Letting him lead him wherever he wanted.


"So," Blaine scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, "this is where we live."

"You live here?" Kurt sounded like he didn't believe it.

"Yep, me and David, we come and go as we please, it isn't much" he lead Kurt to one of the windows, opening the old curtain, "but the view is marvelous."

Kurt gasped. It was beautiful. The sun was setting over Agrabah, and from Blaine's window, you could see the palace in all his glory. It was breath taking.

"Beautiful, right?" Blaine smiled at Kurt, who was admiring the view, "just like you."

David huffed from the other side of the room, where he was cutting their second melon in pieces, clearly planning on eating the whole thing by himself.

"I like to sit here, dreaming what it's like to live there sometimes," Blaine said, closing the gap between himself and Kurt, "to have servants who have to obey every command, doing everything you want them to."

Kurt sighed, "yeah sure, people who tell you where to go, what to do, how to dress, wonderful!" he wasn't able to suppress his sarcasm.

Blaine let out a laugh, "well it beats this place," he walked over to David who still looked annoyed, and took two pieces of melon, "always wondering what to eat next, run from angry vendors and dodging guards."

"Not being able to make your own choice," Kurt added softly.

"Sometimes I just feel…," Blaine sat down next to Kurt and handed him a slice of melon.

"Trapped," Kurt finished and they smiled at each other.

Blaine ducked his head, "so, where are you from?"

"It doesn't matter," Kurt answered, taking bite, "I'm not going back," he swallowed and looked away angrily.

"How come?" Blaine asked and scooted closer to Kurt, laying an arm around the other boy.

"My father," Kurt sighed, "he's forcing me to marry someone."

"Oh," Blaine looked like someone hit him in the face, "that sucks."

"Doesn't matter. I won't. So I ran away," Kurt looked at him, "and I don't regret it."

David mumbled something with his mound full from the corner he was sitting in.

"What's he saying?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"He's," Blaine looked at his friend and shook his head, "he's saying that's not fair, and you should be with who you want to be, not someone your father is forcing upon you."

"That's," Kurt's eyes dropped to Blaine's lips, leaning in closer, "nice of him."

"Yeah,"

"I was SO not saying that," David yelled when he swallowed his melon. But it didn't matter anymore. Blaine was leaning in close and put a soft kiss on Kurt's lips, who smiled and pressed himself closer to the other boy. Arms encircling Blaine's neck, while the latter encircles Kurt's waist to pull him closer. Kurt sighed against Blaine's lips, and slowly opened his mouth, nibbling on Blaine's bottom lip.

"HERE YOU ARE!" a voice loudly interrupted hem.

Both Kurt and Blaine jumped up, exclaiming, "They found me!"

Blaine looked at the other boy, "they're looking for you?" while Kurt asked at the same time, "they found you?"

David was sitting in the corner, eyes wide at the display in front of him.

"Oh no, oh no," Kurt was panicking, "father must have send them to-"

"Do you trust me?" Blaine interrupted.

"What?" Kurt looked around scared. He couldn't go back, he couldn't. Not now, when he had actually found this great guy, who actually liked him and-.

"Do you trust me?" Blaine repeated.

"I," Kurt looked him in the eye, "Yeah, I do," he said, almost in wonder of himself. He hardly knew the other men. But he took his hand anyway and let Blaine lead him out of the back. In the hopes of escaping the guards. If he wasn't so afraid, he would almost enjoy this. Blaine was running, and tugging Kurt after him. Squeezing his hands as if to say, I won't let go. Kurt couldn't believe this. Here he was, running away hand in hand with this beautiful man.
He let Blaine lead him, and when they stumbled out of the back door, he almost thought they made it. He tugged at Blaine's hand and pulled him close, his free hand tangling in Blaine's curls and pressing a hard kiss against his lips. He felt Blaine smile against him and kissing back when the other boy was rudely pulled away from his embrace.

"Our paths keep crossing, don't they," the big guard, Blaine recognized as Karofsky, growled to him. He had arrested Blaine several times for theft.

"Please, just, don't hurt him," he could hear Kurt plead.

"Well, well," Karofsky turned around, "who is this? Not your usual sidekick," he sniggered, "another street rat?"

"Kurt, get out!" Blaine yelled, he didn't want them both to end up in prison.

"Let go of him!" Kurt suddenly said loudly, with much more authority then Blaine would ever expect from the fragile man.

"Says who?" Karofsky chuckled while stepping closer to Kurt, Handing Blaine over to the other guards.

"Kurt please, run!" Blaine pleaded.

"I do," Kurt said, discarding the cape he had been wearing the whole time, revealing his outfit.

Blaine's eyes widened in shock. That was no outfit any ordinary man would wear. That was designer. And did Blaine catch the royal emblem on his dress shirt?

"I, Prince Kurt from Agrabah, order you to release this man." Kurt said, standing tall and full of authority in front of Karofsky, glaring at him.

"Prince Kurt," Karofsky suddenly sounded submissive.

"The prince?" Blaine's jaw almost hit the floor.

"What are you doing outside of the castle sir?" Karofsky asked humbly, "and with this street rat?"

"That is not your concern," Kurt barked at him, "release him, NOW!"

"I would, prince. Believe me, I would," Karofsky said submissive, "but my orders come from Sue Sylvester, your fathers right hand. You shall have to talk to her."

"Oh, I will," Kurt growled.


so, let me know what you think. I love disney, and I wanted to see someting like this for while now. since I couldn't find it, I wrote it myself ;)

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