Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters. I don't own Peter Pan or the wonderful world of Never Land.
Chapter 4: Happy Little Thoughts
As the lights flicked on, Kurt whirled around to see Finn barging into his room with Rory right on his heels. "Get away from him!" Finn screamed, lunging towards Peter with his umbrella. Rory ran up beside him, holding his baseball bat high above his head, screaming something that sounded like a warrior's cry for battle.
Peter immediately backed up towards the window, holding his hands out in surrender. "Wait!" Kurt cried. He frantically jumped in front of Peter reaching out for his hand, fearing that the boy would fly off into the night.
Finn, looking at Kurt like he was crazy, took the opportunity to grab Kurt by the collar of his pajama shirt, yanking him away from the intruder. Surprised by the sudden movement, Kurt tripped on his own feet and stumbled back to the floor with a painful gasp.
The second Kurt was pulled back, Peter reached out to try and catch him before he fell; his shadow completely discarded on the floor. "No!" Finn screamed, pointing the umbrella at Peter, stopping the boy in his tracks. "Don't. Move." Finn warned, staring directly into Peter's eyes. "Rory, take Kurt downstairs and call the police. I'll hold this guy off until they get here."
"Stop!" Kurt snapped, reaching over to grip onto Finn's leg. "It's Peter. He isn't going to hurt me."
"Who?" Finn screamed again, clearly high on adrenaline.
"Peter Pan?" Rory asked scratching his head, his bat now hanging limply in his hand.
"The one and only," Peter answered flying up to the ceiling.
"Holy shit," Finn gasped, dropping his umbrella as he and Rory backed up against the wall.
Peter quickly flew back down to where Kurt lay on the floor. "Are you ok?" he asked softly, kneeling down beside the other boy.
"Yes," Kurt answered breathlessly, staring into the other boy's concern hazel eyes. He took Peter's extended hand and allowed the other boy to help him up. He quickly brushed off his pajamas in an attempt to regain his composure.
"Ohmygod. You flew. You're real." Finn blabbered, his eyes wide as saucers. "I-I thought you were a robber."
"Of course he's real," Kurt huffed. He turned to Peter looking apologetic. "Please forgive my stepbrother. He didn't hurt you did he?"
"No," Peter laughed, looking over at the two stunned boys. "It takes more than an umbrella to hurt me."
"Oh good," Kurt said with a sigh of relief.
"I thought he'd be taller," Rory whispered not so quietly to Finn; his eyes fixated on Peter.
"Rory!" Kurt hissed, glaring at him.
Peter only chuckled as he gently guided Kurt to sit down on his bed. "It's ok. Actually, you tend to get more flight when you're smaller," he said smiling at Kurt.
Kurt faked a small cough in an effort to hide the growing blush in his cheeks. Why was he even blushing? "So," he began, "you came for your shadow?"
"Oh, yes I did." Peter said, remembering his shadow. He quickly flew to the corner of the room to retrieve it. He then flew back over to Kurt and sat down next him, pulling out a bar of soap. He brought up is leg and began to rub the soap on his foot.
"You can't put your shadow on with soap, Peter." Kurt giggled, taking the bar of soap out of Peter's hand. "It needs to be sewn on. I can do that for you if you'd like."
"Please." Peter answered softly, trying to tear his eyes from Kurt's.
Kurt nodded and walked over to his vanity to retrieve his sewing kit. When he returned, Peter was floating slightly over Kurt's bed. "This may hurt a little," Kurt warned, threading the needle.
"That's fine," Peter said, stretching his arms, "I trust you."
Kurt took the shadow from Peter and held it in place. "I'm glad you came back," he said, quickly sewing the shadow onto Peter's foot. "I held on to it all this time because I knew you would come back. I hope it isn't too rumpled, maybe I can iron it when we're done," he said thoughtfully.
Peter smiled as Kurt continued on to his other foot. He resisted the urge to reach down and card his fingers through Kurt's hair.
"I can't believe you're real," Finn blurted out, still in shock. "I knew Kurt liked telling stories but I thought they were just stories."
"That's why I came back," Peter said explained, "Well, besides my shadow. I come by every now and then to listen to Kurt's stories and then I return home to tell them to the Lost Boys."
"The Lost Boys?" Rory asked excitedly.
"Yup," Peter grinned, "they really enjoy Kurt's stories as well."
"Alright, I'm finished," Kurt said as he picked up his sewing kit, "Go ahead and test it out." Peter flew over the wall, testing out his shadow until it was behaving properly.
When everything seemed to be in order, Peter turned to Kurt with grateful eyes. "Thank you," he said, "I've been waiting a long to get my shadow back. Thank you for keeping it safe for me."
"You're welcome," Kurt smiled. "I'm just glad that you finally came to get it. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to see you so I could return it to you."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked in confusion.
"Next year I'll be moving to New York," Kurt explained. "I wasn't sure if you'd be able find me once I left for college ... once I grew up."
Peter gasped softly in surprise. Moving away? The last time Elizabeth moved away he never saw her again and now Kurt was moving away. He knew he waited too long to come for Kurt and now he was going out into the world to become an adult. He couldn't let that happen, especially now that he finally met Kurt. He couldn't lose him.
Peter shook his head, quickly clearing his thoughts. "No," he said sharply. He reached for Kurt's hand and pulled him towards the window, "Come on."
"W-where are we going?" Kurt asked, following Peter and grasping his hand tightly in his.
"To Never Land, "Peter said, pushing the windows wide open, "you'll never have to grow up there."
Kurt froze mid step, his hand becoming dead weight in Peter's warm grasp. "Never Land?" he whispered.
"No!" Finn cried, finally coming out his dazed state. "Kurt, you can't leave. What about your dad and Carole? What about us? Think about New York, Kurt. You just can't leave." He reached over to pull Kurt out of Peter's grasp, but Peter wouldn't loosen his grip. "Let him go," he snapped.
"No." Peter said flatly, staring Finn down.
"Stop," Kurt said suddenly, pulling his arms free from both boys. He turned away from them, wrapping an arm around himself while nervously chewing on his other thumb. Sensing Kurt's distress, Peter stepped forward to offer comfort, but Finn snapped out his arm, preventing him from doing so. Sighing in defeat, they waited in silence as Kurt tried to make sense of the war going on in his head. Peter vaguely wondered if he could get away with punching Finn in the face and throwing Kurt over his shoulder before flying out the window.
He was pulled from his thoughts when Kurt finally turned around to address both boys. "Finn," he said quietly, stepping towards his stepbrother, "I have to do this." Finn opened his mouth to protest but Kurt continued to speak before he could. "I'm not going away forever but this is something that I have always dreamed of. Please let me do this."
Finn stared at Kurt for moment taking in his brother's pleading eyes. Deep down, he knew he had to let Kurt do this. After all the times he caught Kurt crying to Peter when he didn't think anyone was listening; he knew he couldn't keep him from going. It was his mother's dying wish after all, for her son to embark on the same adventure she did so many years ago. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth, glaring at Peter, who smiled smugly. Kurt squealed in delight and reached over to hug him but Finn cut him off. "But you're not going alone – Rory and I are going with you."
"What?" Peter exclaimed.
"We are?!" Rory asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement.
"Oh, of course!" Kurt exclaimed happily. "I can't believe we're going to this! Oh, Never Land! We should change into our regular clothes, there is no way I'm flying around in these pa-"
"I am not taking them along," Peter said stiffly. He braced himself as the taller teen began to stalk towards him glaring angrily.
"No, Finn!" Kurt cried out in surprise.
"Listen here, you little elf," Finn growled pointing his finger right into Peter's chest. "You either take us with you or you don't take him at all. And if you even try to take him without us, so help me I will pound you and your shadow into the ground. Got it?" Finn snapped now towering over the curly head boy.
Before Peter could answer, the closet door burst open and a shimmering red light burst out from the darkness. It quickly flew up towards Finn, darting around his head twinkling in fury.
"Get it off!" Finn screamed stepping away from Peter and trying to swat whatever it was buzzing around his head.
"Tink!" Peter called. He quickly flew over and snatched Tinker Bell in his cap before Finn could swat her to the ground like a tennis ball.
"What the hell was that?" Finn panted.
"Tinker Bell," Peter answered. He flew over to the furthest corner from Finn and gently peered into his cap. "Are you ok, Tink?" He asked worriedly. The tiny pixie sat inside with her legs stretched out in front, her arms cross angrily over her chest and her ice blue eyes standing out against her dark scarlet glow. She twinkled hotly her frustrations to Peter, her face distorted into a scowl. "I'm really sorry, Tink." Peter apologized. "I didn't mean to lock you in the closet but there is no need to worry, I've got everything under control."
"Tinker Bell?" A voice asked softly. Peter looked up from Tink to see Kurt slowly stepping towards him, his eyes staring at his cap.
"Yes," Peter answered. He glanced down at his fairy and was relieved to see her changing back to her normal golden hue. "Would you like to meet her?"
Kurt nodded his head silently, his eyes wide with excitement. He stopped right in front of Peter and peaked inside when Peter opened his cap for him to take a look.
"Kurt Hummel, this is Tinker Bell. Tink, this is Kurt," Peter smiled introducing them to each other.
"A fairy," Kurt breathed in amazement.
"A pixie!" Rory exclaimed suddenly standing next to Kurt. He slightly nudged him out of the way to get a better look.
"Firefly from hell," Finn muttered under his breath, keeping his distance.
Tink flew up slowly to greet the boys, gripping the rim of the cap as she cautiously inspected Kurt and Rory. She hesitantly glanced up at Peter, looking for some sort of reassurance that the boys wouldn't harm her.
"It's ok, Tink. They won't hurt you," Peter assured her.
She flew out of the cap and paused right in front of Kurt's face. She stared at him in deep thought; his bangs brushing back slightly from the fluttering of her wings. She then turned her attention back to Peter, tinkling something softly to him.
"Yes, he does," Peter smiled fondly. "That's because he is her son."
Tinker Bell tinkled happily in reply as she fluttered closer to Kurt and landed softly on his shoulder. She walked over to the crook of his neck and hugged him, causing Kurt to gasp softly.
"Tink and your mother were really good friends," Peter explained, answering the look of confusion Kurt gave him.
Eventually, Tinker Bell pulled back from Kurt and flew over to Rory. "Wow," he smiled dreamily, staring into her bright blue eyes, "she's the most beautiful pixie I've ever seen in my life." Peter grinned as Tink turned an interesting shade of pink and flew closer to Rory to kiss him softy on the nose.
"What is she saying?" Finn asked from his spot by the door, earning a scathing remark from Tink.
"She thinks you're a big ugly giant," Peter laughed. Tinker Bell fell into a fit of laughter as well, almost falling off Rory's shoulder.
"Whatever," Finn grumbled, "You're still not flying off with him, Kurt. I don't trust him."
"Peter, can they please come along? Please?" Kurt begged. Peter knew there was no way that he would ever be able to resist the small pout that Kurt gave him. He reluctantly nodded his head.
Kurt's pout vanished in an instant and was replaced with a beautiful smile. Peter mentally thought that he would do anything for Kurt as long as he could see that smile every single day.
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe this is happening!" Kurt squealed, wandering around his room and pulling out clothes to pack. "We need to change and pack quickly you guys; I don't want to waste another minute." Rory practically ran out of the room with Finn reluctantly following behind him. Tinker Bell stayed behind to help Kurt pack by dropping each of the bottled products she discovered into Kurt's backpack.
Fifteen minutes later, the boys were all waiting on Kurt to come out of his bathroom. "So how are we getting to Never Land anyway?" Finn asked gruffly.
"Fly, of course," Peter answered, sitting on top of a chair.
"Fly?" Rory asked excitedly, cradling Tinker Bell in his hand.
"It's easy," Peter answered, waving his hand dismissively.
"I'm ready," Kurt called, walking out of the restroom. Peter nearly fell off the chair at the sight of him. Kurt wore a plain white V-neck shirt that fit snugly around his arms and chest, and a pair of skinny blue jeans, which looked comfortable, but hugged his slim thighs rather nicely. Gone was the rather adorable bed head and instead his hair was styled to perfection. "Are you guys ready to go?" Kurt asked, completely oblivious to Peter's wandering eyes.
"Yes," Rory answered in his thick accent, "Peter was just 'bout to show us how to fly."
"Um, yes," Peter answered in a daze. It took him a moment before he realized that Kurt was standing next to him with a look of concern in his eyes, asking if he was ok. "Yes, sorry." Peter quickly apologized. He flew up to the top of Kurt's bedpost in an attempt to quickly clear his head. "The trick to flying is to think of a wonderful thought."
"Any happy little thought?" Rory asked.
"Like a huge discount sale at Marc Jacobs?" Kurt asked excitedly.
"Uh-huh!" Peter answered.
"Or say, eating the entire turkey at Thanksgiving?" Finn asked hopefully.
"Yup, just watch me now. Here I go!" Peter said as he leaped into the air and flew in circles around the chandelier. He smiled at the gasps of amazement he heard below from the boys. He landed on the bed once again, extending his hand to Kurt, "Now you try," he said.
"I'll think of a mermaid lagoon," Kurt sighed happily, "underneath a magic moon."
"I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave," Finn said with a goofy grin.
"I think I'll be an Indian brave," Rory said standing between them.
"Alright, grab hands and get ready," Peter said, linking his own hands with Kurt and Finn. "One, two, three!" Peter practically catapulted the three boys into the air, each flying only for a moment below falling face first to floor.
As Peter looked down in confusion, Tinker Bell laughed so hard she fell off her spot on the bedpost and fell ungracefully onto the bed. "Tink," he scolded lightly, flying back down to the boys, who were slowly picking themselves up off the floor. "Hmm, that's unusual. I wonder why it didn't work," Peter said mostly to himself. "All it takes is faith and trust ... oh, and a little bit of dust!"
"Dust?" Finn asked warily, rubbing his bruised shoulder.
At the mention of "dust" Tink leaped off the bed and flew as fast as she could to the window. However, she was no match for Peter, who caught her easily and brought her over to where the boys were standing. He lifted Tinker Bell up by her wings so that she was dangling just above their heads. "Hold still," he warned the boys before lightly shaking Tink. A light dusting of golden shimmer fell onto their heads and shoulders before disappearing all together.
"There we go," Peter said after a moment. He released Tink, who flew quickly to the bed once more turning red once again. "Ok, let's try this again, shall we? Just think of whatever makes you happy."
Kurt closed his eyes and thought of his mother. He remembered the nights he would fall asleep in her arms under the starlit sky and the scent of lavender and vanilla when he would breathe her in. He smiled to himself as he vaguely remembered the memory of soft lips on his forehead just before he drifted off to sleep.
When he opened his eyes he was at eye level with the chandelier. Below him, he saw his bed and furniture scattered around the room. He looked to his right to see Finn and Rory floating mid air as well. They were flying.
"Oh my gosh," Kurt gasped. He quickly lost his train of thought and suddenly felt himself falling forward to the ground. He snapped his eyes shut and braced himself for the impact. But it never came. Instead, an arm wrapped protectively around his waist and a hand linked itself gently in between his own. He slowly felt himself balance up right.
"I've got you," a voice whispered in his ear. Kurt snapped his eyes open and turned his head to the right to come face to face with Peter. A shiver ran up Kurt's spine as he stared directly into Peter's warm hazel eyes.
"T-th-thank you," Kurt stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up.
Peter thought his heart was about to explode out of his chest at that moment. His lips were mere inches away from Kurt's and he wanted nothing more than to lean in and taste the other boy. He felt Kurt's hand wrap around the arm he had around his waist, making Peter almost melt at the touch.
A loud thud knocked both boys out of their trace. "Ouch!" Finn yelped rubbing the top of his head from where he slammed it against the ceiling.
"You need to get horizontal once you're air borne," Peter smirked as Finn shot him an angry glare. He reluctantly let go of Kurt as he wiggled out of his arms and kicked his way up to the ceiling.
"We're flying!" Kurt exclaimed, flying away from Peter. He shook his head trying to clear his mind as he avoided Peter's gaze, which only made him blush harder. What the heck just happened?
Peter chuckled at the site of all them. They weren't nearly as graceful as he was but they were flying. Finn was somersaulting mid air attempting to gain his balance, while Rory was doggie paddling swiftly around the room. Kurt for the most part seemed to be the only one who caught on fairly quickly.
After a few flying lessons, the boys were deemed good enough to fly by Peter. They quickly collected their backpacks and walked up towards the window.
"Ok, this is it," Kurt whispered quietly, his nerves suddenly getting the best of him.
"Let's do this!" Rory yelled, not nervous at all.
"All right guys, follow my lead and don't stray off too far. We don't want to be seen by others," Peter warned. "Tink, stay behind us in case someone starts to drift off." Tinker Bell raised her tiny hand in salute and flew over the boys once more sprinkling another layer of pixie dust on each of them.
"Alright guys, here we go!" Peter leaped out the window and flew out to the side of house. After a deep breath, Kurt flew out the window. Finn followed shortly after and paused for Rory, who practically canon balled out the window. Tink was the last to leave, closing the window behind her as they flew off into the starlit sky.
A/N: Sorry I didn't update last week! I try to update this fic on Tuesday nights but I just didn't have enough down time to sit down and write this chapter. Big thank you to my beta, Danicadaisy!
Thanks again to every one who has taken the time to read this, especially to those who have left sweet reviews!
Cassie: I'm so happy you're enjoying this story! I looked & looked for Peter Pan/Klaine way back when I first discovered Klaine fics, but I could never find any. So I figured I'd write my own. As for the Lost Boys ... all will be answered next chapter. ;)