"I like your shoes." Brittany said as they walked on, Kurt looked down, a pair of bright red converse. Of course. He smiled
"Thanks,"
"Y'know, they're special shoes," Brittany said, Kurt nodded.
"I know…hey Brit…do you know where we are?"
"Nope." She said "But you just said to keep following the road…and we are." Kurt shivered, the forest around them was kind of creepy. It was dark and damp and just…weird. Suddenly, Brittany stopped walking
"What is it?" Kurt asked, trying to follow her gaze,
"I saw something shiny…over there" she pointed, unhooked her arm from Kurt's and began to run through the trees, Kurt reluctantly on her heels. And as they ran Kurt saw something…or someone come into view.
It was a girl, she had long brown hair with a silver bow clipping some back to one side. Her dress was made of silver sequins and her shoes sparkled in the dirt. Her lips were red and her eyes were framed with thick lashes and colored a deep brown.
"She's pretty," Brittany commented, the girl's eyes seemed to soften as she looked over Brittany.
"Hi…" Kurt ventured "are…are you stuck?" the girl rolled her eyes
"Do you think I'd be standing in the middle of a forest if I weren't stuck?"
"No, you don't look like the type…" she smiled
"Care to help me, then, lady face?" Kurt rolled his eyes
"Sure, Santana"
"How did you-"
"Lucky guess." Kurt viewed the thick vines that wrapped around Santana's ankles
"Ax over there in the tree." She said, pointing. Kurt nodded and walked over, gripping the ax by the handle, Pavarotti flew off his shoulder as he tore it out of the tree and lugged it back over to where Santana was standing. He brought it up and swung it down, effectively cutting the vines. Santana stumbled away from them and began tugging the remnants off her ankles.
"Not even a thanks?" Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow, Santana scoffed
"Congrats on cutting weeds." She sneered
"That was mean." Brittany said,
"Well, if you had to stand around in heels for years you'd be kind of a bitch, too." But Kurt saw the ice melt from her gaze as she continued staring at Brittany.
"Where are you guys going?" she asked,
"To see the wizard!" Brittany squealed, Kurt nodded in affirmation.
"Well, I'm coming with, I could use some wizarding." Kurt rolled his eyes
"Fine. Come on."
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"What are you going to the wizard for, Kurt?" Brittany asked as they walked on
"I'll ask her to send me home. I need to get home…it's really important, I can't exactly remember why…" he shrugged, trying not to think too much of it.
"What about you?" she asked Santana, who seemed to think it over.
"I need a heart. Not in the nasty transplant sort of way but…I'd like to love someone." She smiled, and looked to Brittany, who declared
"I'm going to ask for a brain! I'm not very smart…" Kurt chuckled, truer words had never been said.
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"What the hell do you mean, he won't wake up?" Burt asked,
"It's just…they've tried to wake him up, they said he was stable and all his vitals are okay…but…he's stuck in his head or something."
"Have you seen him?"
"No, they won't let me." Blaine shook his head. Burt sighed and went up to the front desk. In the matter of moments a doctor was walking towards them.
"Can I see my son?" the doctor nodded
"Follow me." He continued to walk "I'll have to warn you that he's unresponsive, we're doing everything we can, although I don't think it's doing much." Blaine swallowed hard. They walked down the hallway until the doctor turned into a doorway, they followed.
Kurt was laying on his back on the bed, he had a cast on his arm and right leg, but he was alive, although the heart monitor was the only proof of that. Blaine made a small noise in the back of his throat and found himself wrapped up in Carole's arms again.
"Oh, honey, he'll be okay, Kurt's strong, don't you worry."
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"I'm starting to worry…" Kurt said, "We've been walking through his forest for hours." Santana sighed
"Which is why I ditched the heels back there." Kurt chuckled and sighed, this was getting a bit tedious. What in the world did he have to do to make some progress? He was about to stop walking and take a seat on a log when he heard something. A low, grumbling noise coming from the bushes. There was a rustling, and Pavarotti flew off his shoulder and swooped down a bit, chirping. Before Kurt could wonder any longer, someone jumped out of the bushes and growled in their faces. Kurt wasn't sure whether to scream, or laugh.
(AUTHORS NOTE: How's it coming along? I'm pretty happy with it! Don't forget to review!)