I don't any of the references. Most of them are Merlin related, and I apologize for that. The unicorn in Season One just won't leave me alone!
Please review. I'll give you the unicorn if you do. Anything to get him and his crazy fringe out of my hair. Oh, and sorry for all the drama I'm putting in. There will be more drama, more OCs, and more chapters. I've literally managed to stretch this story to 25 chapters instead of the original 12. You're welcome.
10 – Escape
The Warblers had lost Regionals, but there was still hope. Blaine was a better person after his reconciliation with Arthur. (He wasn't still taking solos, at least.)
They had gotten second place at Regionals thanks to Kurt and his duet in "Abracadabra," and then his and the twins' version of "If I Had You," but Kurt seemed a bit down that he hadn't gotten first place. New Directions had, simply because they had a few original songs.
But then Kurt had gotten quiet. No more quips about Blaine's atrocious French… nothing out of him when Arthur sneezed from within the watch in the late evenings (when Blaine and Kurt often watched a musical on Blaine's DVD player), just… nothing. Kurt was mopey.
"And I thought 'If I Had You' was sexy enough," Arthur said from within the watch as Blaine got dressed for the night. Arthur was going out flying now that Spring was around and the snow had kept away from Dalton for a while. So Arthur was going out into the forests behind the school more often. His secret place was his favorite place nowadays. He often thought about Kurt as he lay in the nighttime grass. But he was not getting sentimental.
"You totally are. Looking for a unicorn out there? You know I'll have to be around for that," Blaine quipped, "Since I'm so virginal and crap."
Arthur laughed out loud, "Yes, you are a girl. But only sometimes. Besides, I think the unicorn would run away from you. You're not as pretty as a girl. Close, but no cigar."
"Who's prettier than me? Mirror, Mirror, Mr. Banters-a-ton, who's prettier than Blaine Anderson?" Blaine laughed at himself. He was getting wittier with Arthur around more often.
"Wow… maybe we should have written original songs for Regionals too. Beginning with that little gem," Arthur replied. "And to answer your question: 'My dear lady Blainey-poo, Kurt Hummel is far more fair than you.'"
"Oooh… that's actually true," Blaine replied, turning to the watch as he finished dressing, finally. He picked up the watch, "I'm wearing hiking boots and a sweatshirt from when Dad came home from Oxford," he said, "I feel rather un-fabulous right now…"
"Ah, but I wouldn't want you to get one of your dapper-looking button-down shirts dirty when I go out and go all commando looking for a unicorn…" Arthur quipped.
"When you find it, don't shoot it. Dalton might go hungry, and then I might have to sacrifice you willingly by tricking you with a sleeping draught," Blaine said. "And I'd really miss you."
"I love you too, man," Arthur said, voice getting slightly whiny. Blaine could hear him biting his knuckles a la Harry Potter in A Very Potter Musical.
"Hmm… I'm going to go check on the fair maiden, my lovely Lady Hummel, before turning into you," he said nonchalantly, like turning into Arthur was second nature… which it was, to be fair. He picked up the watch and stuck it in his jeans pocket before locking up his room for a minute and walking down the steps to the second floor.
He didn't trust a mopey Kurt, but he knew Kurt wouldn't do anything drastic…
… Would he?
"Here it is. Oliver gave it to me. So the Prat didn't touch it," Kurt reassured Pavel. 'The Prat,' was the affectionate name Kurt called Jeremy while in presence of his equally mopey roommate.
Pavel took the note and smiled, "Ready to figure out what form your soul takes?" he asked, pointing his wand at him, "Don't worry, I'm better with controlling my magic than I am at being coordinated," he said when Kurt flinched a bit.
Kurt nodded, and Pavel said something in Russian. It was nice and rhymy. All at once he felt himself shrink. Instead of skin, he grew feathers out of his arms, and his legs became skinnier.
"Aww… you're a little canary…" Pavel said, picking him up.
"This is degrading," Kurt replied, sighing. "Now you?"
Pavel sighed and closed his eyes. Kurt thought about a spell and incanted it, the French rolling off his tongue like water off the rocks. Kurt saw him transform into a little rabbit. His ears were floppier and his beady blue eyes were still gorgeous. His fur was a lovely golden-brown color. "You're a rabbit. God! Why are our souls so cutesy?"
"Now to make it permanent," Pavel said, hopping over to the paper he dropped in his transformation. "Oliver found this charm in one of his mom's books. The twins got permission from her a few days after they had permanently established they're transformations."
Kurt chuckled, "Did Oliver do it so he could relate to Andi?"
"Probably," Pavel said, "Now… are we sure want to do this?"
"Yeah… ever since the twins said they could transform me and make me… you know, able to turn into an animal anytime I wanted to… I've been really thinking about it," Kurt replied, "To get away anytime I wanted to? Now that I know I'm…" he looked down at the yellow feathers and tweeted lightly, "… this? I can fly away for a couple of hours, get away from all this… mess."
Pavel nodded and put his paws over Kurt's beak, whispering the words Oliver gave them in Russian. He handed the paper over to Kurt, who tried it out, thinking about being human (and becoming human) and then thinking about being a bird (and becoming a bird). Smiling slightly, he turned human again and put a finger on Pavel's wiggly rabbit nose and whispered the spell ("Equalize me with the forces of nature and make this form a permanent choice…") in French. Pavel played around with his two forms a bit before they both smiled at each other, going into their animal forms before…
…Blaine popped into the room (without knocking. How like Merlin he was becoming since he and Arthur become tight) and stared at the two animals. Since he was the prefect of the residence hall (nearly), Pavel and Kurt froze, Kurt just about to take off into the air (there was a certain instinct Kurt had for flying in this form. It was kind of overwhelming).
Blaine blinked and the two prepared themselves for the worse.
"All right…" Blaine said, smiling and picking Pavel up carefully, "Which one are you?" he cooed slightly, causing rabbit!Pavel to roll his eyes.
"Pavel. Pavel Tsarevna?" Pavel replied.
Blaine chuckled and stroked Pavel, "I knew you'd be something cute. That makes this warbler Kurtie, hm?" he asked, putting his hand palms-up for Kurt to hop cutely on to it. "No wonder the Warblers love you…"
"Haha," Kurt chirped. "Could you open the window? I'd like to try my hand at flying, and going out would be nice."
"If you wait up, Arthur would join you on a broomstick," Blaine said, bringing up the canary slowly so that he could stand up straight. He moved to the window and gently set Pavel down. "You know, the twins never let me handle them when they're in their animal forms…"
"Consider yourself one of the lucky ones for handling us," Kurt replied, watching Blaine as he opened the window.
"I will," Blaine replied, smiling. He put his hand out carefully, and Kurt ruffled his feathers a little bit, and then looked back at Blaine.
"Have a spell ready to catch me if this doesn't work," Kurt said, sucking in air and hopping to the end of Blaine's fingers. He blinked, spread out his wings, and flew off, whooping for joy as he did.
Blaine looked at Pavel, "Careful of the twins in this form. They sometimes go with the animal instinct and go hunting for small animals…"
"No wonder Jeremy is being a prat to me…" Pavel sighed.
Blaine picked up the bunny and hugged him close, "I'm sure Jeremy has a legit reason for being an asshole to you. Want me to kick him for you?"
Pavel snuffled his nose at Blaine when he felt the warmth of the human's face, "No. But thanks. You're a good friend. To Kurt and me both…"
Blaine set the rabbit down on Kurt's bed, and Pavel returned to his human form. "I'll go out with Kurt later, maybe, if he's up for it. If not… I'll go off tomorrow after classes or something," he said, getting up and dancing around Blaine a little toward his desk, "For now, I've got a Health paper due in the morning, and I should really write the conclusion."
Blaine nodded, "Well… I better exercise the mutt," he said, taking out the watch.
"Oi, I heard that. Is Kurt a pretty bird?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, but I don't think he wants a cracker…" Blaine replied, then when he got to the hallway to get back to his room, he muttered to himself: "And he's not a parrot."
"I'm not an idiot, Blaine—"
"—Could have fooled me—"
"—Hey! I was just making a joke!" his other shouted as they got back into his room.
Blaine laughed and shook his head, opening the watch. "Now all our friends transform into something interesting."
Arthur crooked his eyebrow, smiled dashingly, and Blaine's world went black for only a moment as he woke up in the watch…
"For the last time, Mr. Hummel!" Mr. Tails yelled in Kurt's ear.
He had blanked out, thinking about the wind in his feathers, and the fact that he was in love with Blaine and Arthur, but they needed more time to be friends before he said anything or the curse would go away.
"If you're not going to pay attention, Mr. Hummel, you can go ahead and leave my class. Say hello to the headmistress for me," Mr. Tails hissed.
Kurt sighed, fed up with the class anyway. He slammed his palms in the table and stood up, the chair making a disgusting noise across the floor. The twins grimaced at each other, then Jeremy actually grinned. "Actually… say hello to the headmistress for us," he said.
Kurt rolled his eyes at Jeremy, still angry at him for his treatment of his best friend. He stormed out of the class, thanking Rachel Berry for her wonderful lessons in divadom.
He had been to the headmistress's office before. He had signed transfer papers for her and had learned about a whole warlock world right here in the hallowed halls of Dalton Academy. But he had never noticed the pictures on the woman's desk, nor on the walls. He also never knew that the woman had a pet cat…
And where is the headmistress anyway? He thought vaguely as he looked at the pictures. There was one of the woman with two twin boys, both with dark hair and cat-like eyes—wait, what? Kurt did a double take at the picture.
"My boys. Jeremy and Oliver McDoile," a voice said.
Kurt looked around frantically. He could have sworn he was alone with the Headmistress' cat. Oh. "Headmistress? You're… a cat. And… the twins' mother… and the author of several of my textbooks for this year…" he blathered as the cat on the headmistress' desk turned into a young looking woman. She was now seated on her desk, her legs dangling off, crossing each other. Her own cat-like grey eyes gleamed.
"Welcome back! And for what do I owe this lovely visit, Mr. Hummel?" she asked, grinning like he had seen the twins' do. Well… like mother like sons, Kurt guessed.
"Mr. Tails finally snapped," Kurt muttered.
Ms. McDoile shook her head, "I can neither fire the man, nor can I stand him," she sighed. "Always trying to suspend my sons, as well as anyone he can't stand. But he's a damned good teacher, and there is no one else who can teach the juniors at this school Astronomy…"
They were silent for a minute before Ms. McDoile seemed to read Kurt's thoughts. "Want to talk about it, lad?" she asked, her Cockney accent much smoother and lady-like than the twins'.
"It's just… well… you edited the book on Curses. I learned about Blaine Anderson's curse—" Kurt was cut off by a quick motion from Pavi, who motioned for the boy to sit.
Kurt nodded and sat in one of the armchairs he and Burt had first encountered a few months prior. Pavi nodded and proceeded to turn into a cat. She jumped off the desk and climbed up the chair so she was sitting in his lap. "A purring cat, or any animal to stroke, for that matter, is a good healing technique passed down even in the Mundy communities…"
Kurt had forgotten that the McDoiles were purebloods. But he continued with his story, "I think I've fallen in love with both sides. Actually… scratch that. I know I have fallen in love with both sides. But a couple days ago they finally came to terms with one another and are starting to become friends…" Kurt explained.
"And you don't want to 'zip them up' just yet?" Pavi purred.
Kurt nodded, "Yeah…"
Pavi chuckled, "I know the Andersons quite well, Kurt. Zachary Anderson—Blaine's father—might have taken a Mundy wife, but she was also a witch at our sister school. She and I were good friends, having graduated in the same class. She told me about the Anderson curse, because before her, no one had come to love Zach as much as her. So she knew about his other, and even after she confessed, she could hear them bantering when he went into the bathroom to shower and shave…"
Kurt blinked upon hearing the past tense about Blaine's mother. But then he blinked about the whole mirror thing, "So… when there's a mirror… they'd still be able to talk?"
"They may zip up, so to speak, but that only means their souls will zip up again. It doesn't mean that Arthur will disappear completely…" Ms. McDoile replied, standing up when she felt Kurt shift under her weight. She jumped on the arm of the chair and sat down in her regal cat-like way.
Kurt continued to pet her, "I still think… I still think I should give them time…" he said.
"If that is what you think, then that is what you should do," Pavi replied, her eyes closing. "You smell like a canary, by the way. I learned to keep the animal instincts away, but a smell is a smell."
"Pavel and I have the same spell on us as you and your sons, ma'am. I hope you don't mind," Kurt replied.
Pavi's eyes flashed open and a cat-like smile appeared on her face. "I don't mind at all. It is the ultimate escape, that charm…"
Kurt smiled and stood up, and Pavi returned to her human form, he black tresses falling neatly over her tiny shoulders. She lounged in the unoccupied chair and said, "Go to your dorm and rest. I'll talk to Mr. Tails after his classes," she said. "And tell you're roommate that Jeremy is only being a prat to tell him something. He should figure it out soon…"
Kurt paused and nodded, not wanting to pry just in case Pavi McDoile's motherly intuition stopped there. He thanked the woman and left the office, looking up at the half-moon as he made his way across the campus to his dormitory. He saw Arthur's broomstick (with the aforementioned boy on it, of course) go over the moon for a brief moment, before he shook his head. How long would it take Kurt to finally tell Blaine and Arthur Anderson? But he didn't regret his decision. Everything would come together… it was only a matter of time.
Coming Up Next: The school year ends. Kurt decides he still needs help getting his magic just right, but Blaine's teachings are not welcomed. Pavel, still angry at Jeremy, chooses another lover for the summer. But as the five split up for Lima, Russia and London, they know they will miss each other greatly.