Author here.

This is probably one of my favorite chapters to far. Not only because-voila!-some Klaine for you all. But also because I get to introduce-a little more, at least-my OCs. At least Aleksey and Pavel... two of my favorite OCs. (I know, I shouldn't play favorites. But they're actually the leading couple in the novel I'm writing so... I think I'm allowed just a bit, don't you think?) Anyway... I hope you like this chapter as much as I do, and I hope you have good things to say about my dear Pasha and Alyosha.

Please review.

I so don't own Glee or How To Train Your Dragon. I sometimes dream about it, but it would never work out.


Chapter Seven: Forbidden Friendship

At the next full rehearsal for Regionals, Kurt seemed… distant. At one point, he allowed Mike to bump into him (when he was clearly supposed to move out of the way) and then he caused a pile-up on himself with all of the girls on top of him, and Puck topping them all.

Will glanced at the countertenor when they had to take it from the top for the fifth time. "Kurt, please focus? If I tell it to the others, I mean it…"

Kurt nodded his head and managed to get through at least two numbers before his mind drifted again.

So… what was going through his head?

Well… the rivalry's roots, between New Directions and the Warblers, was definitely fresh in his mind. He couldn't get over the fact that the rivalry was practically over because Mr. Schuester seemed to want it too, and Kurt was all for it (at this point).

Next up in his mind were Pavel Tsarevna and Aleksey Skarlova. Obviously the other countertenor had a crush on the bespectacled blond. But, with all gay crushes, there was the prospect of him being straight. No wait… Blaine had stated he thought Aleksey and Rayne were intimate. So did that mean… TWO people like me. Kurt smiled at the prospect. But he wasn't as attracted to either Pavel or Aleksey as he obviously was for Blaine Anderson.

Which was weird, because Kurt still had a crush on Sam (cue Sam stepping on his foot, slipping, and landing on top of him)—"Sorry, Sam…"

"Jeez, Hummel."

"FOCUS, Kurt!"

"Won't happen again, Mr. Schue." (Probably a lie.)—and yet, every time he caught Blaine's eye or thought about him or even talked to him (just that once. Oh well) his heart pounded faster than a rabbit on the run from a coyote. Even now, he was feeling faint (cue dizzy spell, running into Rachel, being caught by Finn)—"Kurt!"

"Kurtie, hon, are you all right?"

"Kurt Hummel, will you please focus or I'm going to have to ask you to leave!"

"Kurt? Kurtie, are you okay? Hey! White boy, don't you walk away from me!"—Kurt had to get out of there. He had to see Blaine again, had to set things right and… maybe change his situation right then and there. He couldn't live without being friends with the Warblers.


Blaine was in civilian clothes when Kurt came to see him: a nice-fitting black shirt and jeans, and a skinny silver scarf was hung nicely around his neck. Looking out the window, Blaine looked like he was waiting for someone, but when Kurt walked into the room (like there wasn't any rivalry between them), he looked at Kurt and smiled.

"The Warblers and I saw How To Train Your Dragon last night…" Blaine said, no hello or anything, just that adorable little smirk.

"Yeah? And..?" Kurt asked.

Blaine took his phone out of his jacket pocket and said, "We managed to find the sound clip of the end of the sequence. You know the song, maybe? It's called 'Forbidden Friendship?'"

Kurt put his hand to his cheek and smiled, "Oh my Gaga, I always cry at that part. Rachel and I act out the part at the end of that sequence, where the dragon finally lets Hiccup touch his nose? We act that out… only for some odd reason, I'm the dragon…"

Blaine chuckled at the odd story and said, "I got it as a ringtone, but I don't know anyone I should use it for…"

Kurt blinked for a minute. Then he blushed. "Well… We would sort of have a forbidden friendship if… if you wanted to hang out some time."

"I'd love to," Blaine replied. "Can I have your number then? I'll send you the clip when I have it."

"Th-Thanks," Kurt said, and told the other boy his number.

Blaine texted him the clip, and Kurt saved his number, using the clip for the other boy's ringtone. Blaine must have done the same an instant before Kurt, because he was looking up at the other boy expectantly.

"I left my car back at school, so Pavel and Aleksey are coming to pick me up…" Blaine explained. "We're having a little 'Gays Afternoon Out' before we have to go to practice tonight for Warblers," he said, "Oh… I just came out…" he added sheepishly.

"Oh no… no. If you couldn't guess, I'm gay too," Kurt said, his heart warming to the idea that, yes, Pavel, Aleksey, and especially Blaine were gay.

"Wow… I… I thought you would be," Blaine replied, then pointed to his chest area as he added, "—Killer gay-dar—" then he grinned at the other boy as he continued, "but I never assume. We all thought Rayne, another Warbler—the metrosexual-looking African-American? – well anyway, we thought he was gay but… we found out the hard way that he was not. So I never assume."

Kurt nodded, "It's best not to assume anything these days, I guess."

"Well… Kyle—another Warbler, the especially fabulous Asian—would join us today, but he got roped into helping his mother shop for a dinner party they're doing this weekend, so… we might bump into him, but I doubt it," Blaine said, looking out the window again. "I do hope, for my sake, that Pavel hasn't professed his love for Aleksey and they're making out in the car. The least they could do is wait until I get home…"

"Shut up, Anderson," a voice said from the door.

Kurt nearly jumped when he saw both Aleksey and Pavel at the door. Pavel smiled at him, "You're Kurt Hummel!" he said, excitedly skipping toward the other countertenor.

"Yeah… and you're going up against Sam this Friday…" Kurt said.

"Ooh… I'm nervous," Pavel said, extending his hand, "I'm Pavel Tsarevna. Feel free to call me Princess."

Kurt was taken aback, "Uhm… why would I do that? I just recently got out of being called 'Lady'—"

"Relax," Blaine said, picking up the small duffel bag from the end of the cot he had once occupied, "'Tsarevna' in Russian means princess. So Pavel's English name is Paul Princess. But we like to call him Pavel, Pasha, or Princess."

"Oh," Kurt replied, feeling foolish. He turned to Aleksey, "And do you have a translation of your name that serves as your nickname as well so I don't freak out again?" he asked.

The bespectacled blond pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he took Kurt's extended hand, "No," he chuckled. "Just the Russian diminutive. I'm Aleksey Skarlova, but you may call me Alyosha."

"Me and Kurt are starting a forbidden friendship," Blaine said, lightly hitting the aforementioned male on the shoulder as he breezed past them to leave the room. "So we're starting by having a 'Gay's Afternoon Out' alongside you two. If you don't mind having two chaperones."

"No problem. But no hand-to-nose contact. You're not a giant lizard… cat… dog… thing," Aleksey said.

"Very eloquent, 'Lyosha. Especially towards the end," Blaine said, leading the way out of the room.

Kurt was blushing as he followed the others out. Pavel hung back to walk with him as Aleksey and Blaine took the lead out of the hospital. "So you're Toothless?" he asked the other countertenor.

"Nope! If anything, I'm more dragon-like," Blaine said, looking back at the two, rather short, rather girlish boys.

"What? That makes the Warblers the dragons! I don't want to be a dragon!" Pavel whined, flailing his arms.

Kurt remembered Pavel was prone to hurting himself due to all this flailing and silliness and put Pavel's arms against his side in a rather awkward hug-like-thing. Pavel silently thanked him out of the corner of his mouth.

"Calm down, Pasha. You're more like those cute little 'Terrible' Terrors. Those little dragons that Toothless and Hiccup encountered and Hiccup gave the fish to and the little guy kind of curled up against like a little puppy or a kitty?" Blaine asked, laughing. "And Aleksey would the Nightmare. You often set yourself on fire…"

Aleksey groaned and rolled his eyes, "If by 'set on fire' you mean my passionate soul for all things music, then yes. Wes and David would be the two-headed Zippleback."

"Yes! They're never apart from each other. Except they both have girlfriends and they're totally straight… which makes me worry just a tad," Pavel replied, "Aaron and Dawei would be Gronkles. All meat and very little brain. Although Dawei's smart… he's just… big."

"Kyle would be a Nightmare too. Just 'cause he's scary," Blaine pointed out, "He has a big temper when it comes to the people he cares for," he said to Kurt, keeping the other boy in the conversation as much as possible.

"And Rayne and Jesse would be… Nadders? Those things looked like peacock/chicken things… and Jesse and Rayne think pretty highly of themselves…" Pavel said. "You know… pride and peacocks?" he asked when Kurt looked at him like he was nuts.

"And I'm sure everyone else would be some other type of dragon… but I don't want to think about it right now," Blaine said as they reached a very chic, black Mustang. "Oooh… looks like you got your car back, Leks…"

Aleksey rolled his eyes, "You think I was going to let our warbling hero go home in Pavel's stinker of a Suburu?"

"Hey! Don't make fun of Lassie! What has she ever done to you?" Pavel whined/asked.

"Pasha, your car is named after a dog," Blaine replied, rubbing the boy's back, "Shotgun!"

"No fair! You distracted me! And Lassie's reliable, which is why I named her after that adorable little collie!" Pavel replied, sliding into the back of the car alongside Kurt

"She also saved Lyuba from a well, didn't she?" Aleksey asked, getting into the teasing session.

Pavel crossed his arms as Blaine opened the door for him. The car was a two-door, so Pasha went behind Blaine, and Kurt went behind Aleksey, and the other boys, gentlemen as they were, got in last, Aleksey finally putting the keys in the ignition.

"You guys… changed," Kurt said, looking mostly at Blaine.

"Yeah… we don't want to be in uniform when we go in public. We just wear the uniforms at Warbler practice and during classes," Pavel said, smoothing down his button-down pink shirt. "And when we perform at Sectionals. Probably Regionals too… and Nationals, if we get there."

"But Aleksey manages to do it all the time," Blaine quipped.

To his credit, Aleksey was wearing a long-sleeved, button-down white shirt under a red and blue argyle sweater-vest and khaki pants. At least Pavel was wearing button down pink shirt and crisp jeans. A scarf would do nicely in Pavel's ensemble, but that was just Kurt.

"Where are we going?" Kurt suddenly asked.

"Afternoon snack at the mall, a little shopping, and then we're catching a quick improv show before we head back to Lima to drop you off and then us three'll go to Warbler practice," Pavel said.

"Good… because I think a scarf will make this ensemble look better on you," Kurt said, glancing over at the other countertenor.

Blaine chuckled from the front seat, but he turned on the radio and allowed the whole car to get into a cacophony of songs they heard on the station.


Preview For The Next 'Scene': Now that Kurt has no fears about befriending the Warblers, can he continue the balance between being part of New Directions and this forbidden friendship between himself and the Warblers? And in the song-off between Pavel and Sam? Who exactly won that? Another notch on the New Directions end, or did the little Warbler win in the end?