Halloween was fast approaching. The boys wanted to go as Ariel characters. Kurt insisted that Blaine had to be Prince Eric, because of his hair, and Kurt wanted to go as Ariel. As supportive as Burt was of Kurt, he thought that maybe... maybe he shouldn't. Their preschool class was having a costume party, and after the incident with the Dave kid, it might not be such a good idea. Kurt had insisted, though, and the two came to the agreement that Kurt would go to the costume party in a less attention-catching costume, but he could go trick-or-treating in his Ariel costume. Burt figured no sane parent would let their kid go out trick-or-treating without supervision when they were in preschool, so they'd be able to control the kids who would more likely want to tease Kurt. Plus, no one's gonna judge a four-year-old if they dress as a princess.
Burt was stuck with the task of taking the two to the Disney store at the mall to buy their costumes. To get into the main area of the mall, they had to walk through Sears, and the two boys were enthralled by everything, from clothes to lawnmowers to video games. He finally made it to the Disney store, and the boys went absolutely wild. Kurt ran to the Ariel costumes, thrusting the Eric one at Blaine and hugging the Ariel one to his chest. Then he ran around, grabbing the Ariel dolls and her shoes that matched her dress, and the wig, and the flashlight and bags that he "had to have, Daddy, they match exactly!" So they got their costumes (and matching flashlights and bags) and Burt brought Blaine back to his house.
"Hi, Mommy!" Blaine said when Lucinda opened the door. "Look at my costume! It's Prince Eric!"
"I see, sweetie. What's Kurt going as?"
"Kurt's gonna be Ariel! He got his dress. It's really pretty."
Lucinda looked at Burt. "You're going to let your son be a princess for Halloween?"
"Why not?" Burt asked. "It'll make him happy, what's wrong with that?"
Lucinda just sighed. "I'm assuming the boys will want to go trick-or-treating together?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Yeah, Mommy, our costumes match!"
Lucinda groaned. She'd gotten the movies mixed up. Eric was from Ariel. Great, just great. "Okay, sweetie. So, Bart, Halloween's on Friday. Do you want to meet at your house? Seven?"
"Sure. See you then. Bye, Blaine," Burt waved at the boy.
"Bye, Mr. Burt!" Blaine said, grinning.
Friday, the families met at the Hummel's house. Kurt was already dressed by the time the doorbell rang, and he ran across the hall to greet the Andersons, his feet pattering on the floor.
"Blaine's here! Blaine's here!" Kurt opened the door and was greeted with "Trick-or-Treat!"
"Hold on one sec, Blainers." Kurt ran to the kitchen and grabbed the bowl of candy. "Only take two, Blaine. We need more for the other kids."
Blaine grinned and grabbed a Tootsie Roll and a Reese's Cup.
"Kurt, can you get your dad?" Lucinda asked.
"Uh-huh. Blaine, come with me!" Kurt grabbed Blaine's hand and the two ran into the other room, where Burt was testing the batteries in flashlights. "Daddy, Mrs. An... Anerson wants to talk to you."
"OK, buddy. You guys ready?" Burt asked, getting up and chaperoning the two to the door.
"YEAH!" they both screamed.
"Bart, can you take them?" Lucinda asked when the three reached the door. "Blaine's brother is sick, and his father's not home. Do you mind?"
"Not at all," Burt said, and he really didn't. He was internally grateful that he didn't have to put up with her, actually, because she was such a pain. After she left, he set out with the boys. They drove over to Rachel Berry's neighborhood, since it was safer and better for trick-or-treating. Plus, if they happened to run into her, the boys liked her and it may be easier on the parents to have a few eyes.
They got through a few houses, and the kids got some chocolate, some gummy bears, some fun dip. At one of the houses they got apples, and when they came back up the driveway to where Burt was standing he couldn't help but laugh at their faces. Kurt looked like he was about to cry (which was weird, because he liked apples, but it's the principle of the thing), and Blaine looked like someone had kicked his puppy. They definitely didn't appreciate him laughing though, and they both got pretty indignant (which was also hilarious).
After they made their way through the first street and were turning the corner, Burt saw Dave Karofsky coming their way with his mom. The boys saw him too, because Kurt froze in place and tried to hide against Burt, and Blaine around him to block Karofsky's view. It didn't help much though, because a few minutes later, Karofsky had reached them and realized that Blaine wasn't Burt's son. "Mommy, can I go talk to my frien's Kurt and Blaine? They're over there," Burt heard Dave say.
"Of course, sweetie," they made their way over, and by this point Kurt was shivering.
"Hi Blaine, hi Kurt!" Dave said, and he sounded completely innocent. Burt knew better, though.
"Dave, go 'way" Blaine said, standing in front of Kurt with his arms out. Dave's mom looked confused, like she was trying to figure out why Blaine was protecting Kurt.
"Hello," she said to Burt, "I'm Linda Karofsky, I'm Dave's mom. Do you know what's going on?"
"Yeah, I do. Your son has been terrorizing these two, and right now, my son's completely terrified because he's dressed as Ariel and he's afraid he's gonna be beat up," Burt snapped.
"Davey, is it true? Have you been teasing Kurt and Blaine?"
"Yeah, but they don't care. They know I'm only jokin'."
"No, Dave, I don't think they do. We're going home right now. No more candy for you," she turned to Burt. "I'm so, so sorry. Davey, apologize."
"Sorry, Kurt. Sorry, Blaine," he mumbled. The mother and son marched off in the opposite direction.
Kurt was crying by this point, his eyes completely red. "Can we go home?" he asked.
"Of course. Blaine, that okay with you?" The boy nodded, his eyes filled with concern for his best friend. They made their way to the car, Kurt in Burt's arms, and Blaine stayed over a little longer. He sat with Kurt on the couch with his arm around him while Burt made hot chocolate. The two fell asleep hugging, and only woke when Lucinda came to pick Blaine up.
A/N: Ugh I hate this chapter, but I can't think of how to write it better. I haven't updated because I had pneumonia and missed quite a bit of school, so I've had a ton of makeup work. But no school today, because of Sandy, and I have a half-day tomorrow (HALLOWEEN!) and I was supposed to have play practice tomorrow, but it was cancelled, so I'm pumped. Is anyone going trick-or-treating or going to a Halloween party as anything cool? I'm gonna be a Warblerette, so I spent yesterday sewing red trim on the blazer I got (so grateful we didn't have school). It looks pretty good, with the exception of the collar (the turns got me :/). I was gonnna be Taz from Starship, but there was too much stuff to get that I didn't have. But yeah, I'm pumped. And Glee's back on in like a week, and it's November Thursday (I just really want it to be November, I'm so ready for the holidays). This has been along author's note. Gah.
