Chapter Seven

A/N: Glee belongs to Ryan Murphy and The Little Mermaid belongs to Disney.

Wow, I am SO sorry for basically abandoning this story. School this year is more busy than I had ever imagined and I honestly forgot about this story for a while. I doubt anyone's still with me, but this story will be finished out to the end, I promise! So if by chance you were checking back to see if I ever update again, I promise I will as much as my hectic schedule allows. Thank you for not deserting me:) xox


Blaine paced across the dining room, hands behind his back, with a concerned look plastered across his face. "What is taking so long?" he moaned to Sam as he shot a glance at the exquisite dark wood doors that lead into the room.

"Dude, the guy was in a ship wreck. You can't expect Sugar to be able to clean him up in a couple of minutes." Ms. Sugar Motta (Blaine had never been able to figure out her real name) was the Crown's exclusive stylist. She designed and sewed clothing for the Andersons, and for special events, she did their hair and his mother's makeup. Sugar was amazing, although eccentric in both dress and personality. Blaine had asked her to clean up the boy for a formal dinner. Blaine wanted to know more about him and Sam wanted to meet the mysterious guest.

Suddenly, a click echoed from the massive doors, which promptly swung open. Blaine's gaze flashed to the entrance, and as his eyes reached the boy, his breath hitched.


Kurt stood at the threshold of the royal dining room, rooted in place. The magnificent room took his breath away. Two walls were made entirely of windows, overlooking the a colorful sunset over the churning ocean. There was a massive mahogany table in the middle of the room, sitting on an oriental rug, that could easily seat seventy-five people. Each chair, made of hand carved wood, looked like a throne, and each place was set with priceless china, silver utensils, and crystal wine glasses. High above was a glittering chandelier that bathed the room in a warm glow. The room exuded the human glamor of Kurt's dreams. He had fallen in love with the smallest details of the design and could not believe that he was about to eat in there. It was like a fairy tale.

With a slight push, Sugar jerked Kurt out of his daydream. The designer, who had taken a liking to Kurt, wanted him to make a good impression on the royal family. "Go in," she hissed with a supportive squeeze of his arm. Kurt shook his head slightly before tentatively stepping into the room. He rolled back his shoulders and walked confidently toward Blaine.


"Wow, look at you," Blaine remarked with a grin. "You look like you were never shipwrecked. And by that, I mean that you look very handsome. Sugar did a good job." Blaine really easily pressed. The boy looked remarkably attractive in clothing that didn't consist of sails. Blaine hoped he wasn't coming on too string, but he just couldn't help it around this boy. His naturally flirty disposition was only encouraged by the flush of pink on the stranger's porcelain cheeks and the way he moved. It was fascinating to watch the boy walk. Although wobbly like a baby giraffe, he had a natural bounce in his step that Blaine found absolutely adorable. Bringing himself back to the matter at hand, Blaine regained his host air. "Would you care to sit down, sir?" he asked, gesturing at the table. "We clearly have plenty of room." Blaine pulled out one of the heavy chairs for the boy. Blaine then sat down at the head of the table, a place typically reserved for his father. He loved the feeling of power that the seat gave off. Any time his father was busy, Blaine sat in the chair and relished the feeling.


"So I was thinking Blaine, maybe our guest here would like a tour of Prochmere tomorrow," Blaine's butler, who Kurt had learned was named Sam, mused. Kurt quickly figured out that Prochmere was the name of the country he was in and grew eager spat the thought of seeing real live humans in their natural habitats. Just as he began to picture what a city on land might look like, the kitchen staff rolled an enormous cart into the dining room. On it were three massive plates with silver covers, which were promptly placed in front of the three men. When the servants lifted the lids, Kurt found himself staring down into the eyes of a very frazzled Rachel. After recovering from his shock, Kurt beckoned her into the pocket of the flowing salmon colored blouse Sugar had dressed him in. When he was sure that no one had seen him pocketing his dinner, Kurt turned his attention back to to the conversation between Prince Blaine and Sam.

"...and after the carriage ride through the capital, we'll have to show him the sea, since it is our livelihood here," Blaine said, half lost in thought.

"Don't forget that you sort of wrecked your ship, Blaine."

"Right...I'll find a boat to borrow tomorrow morning." Blaine paused. He glanced at Kurt, whose heart fluttered when the prince's gaze hit him. "I'm so sorry, where are my manners? My dear guest, does all of this sound good to you? Don't be afraid to let us know if you're not interested."

Kurt's face immediately broke into an alarmed expression. He vigorously shook his head at the prince's suggestion of disinterest.

Blaine laughed at his reaction, saying, "Well good then, it's a date tomorrow! In that case, we should all get some sleep. I'll have Sam show you to a guest room, sir. Have a nice evening."

With that, the three of them rose and left the dining room


"I can't believe you're spending the day with the prince tomorrow!" Rachel screeched, "And you look amazing! I'll have you know that while you were spending quality time with royalty, I was being chased up and down the kitchen by Europe's best chef, Cassandra July, who was trying to hack me up for an entree! I'm telling you Kurt, you've got to get that kiss soon, because I am tired of the human world already, and an irritated Rachel does not make good company. And another thing, I think you need..." She trailed off at the sight of Kurt's expression: dreamy, hit-by-Cupid's-arrow love struck. The crab softened a little and said gently, "You really love him, don't you Kurt?"

A nod.

"You know, he really does seem sweet. And how could he not fall in love with you? You look amazing."

Kurt gave her a grateful smile and patted the pillow next to his head as an invitation to lie down. She accepted, and the pair drifted off to sleep.


"You like him, don't you?" Sam smirked at his best friend, teasingly poking his side. Blaine's slight blush only encouraged him, and he added "That's why you're insistent on taking him out tomorrow. Because you liiiike him!"

"Okay, fine, maybe I think he's cute. And maybe I feel like I've seen him before. But I'm taking him out to fulfill my duties as prince of-"

"Lies!"

"Alright, alright, you got me! I just want to get to know him better, I swear," Blaine said. Truthfully, Blaine didn't just feel like he knew the boy. He felt a pull toward this stranger, like magnets, and he wanted to know why.


A/N: Again, I'm so sorry for my unofficial hiatus and I'd like to thank you for the 500th time for sticking with me here. Leave a review for motivation purposes; it helps to know that I'm not talking to no one here. I love and appreciate you all! xox