A/N: Hey guys! I'm back!

Sorry for the wait! My computer's been broken and I've been busy.

I'm sleepy and it's like 1 am.

New peeps are introduced in this! And flashback! And Awesome stuff!

And it's super long. Longest chapter I ever wrote. Over 4000 words.

Rory. Rory. Rory. Yay! He's introduced in this chapter! So is Sam! And...Cooper! Woo-freaking-hoo.

Did I mention I was sleepy?

So without further ado, I present whatever number this chapter is of Submerged Dreams

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee at all.

"Mammy, Dad? Where are we going?" Rory Flanagan asked his parents. He flicked his emerald green tail, trying to keep up, "Where are we going?"

"Hush, Rory," His father told him, "Patience."

Rory raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Mam?"

From a distance, Rory looked to have the traits of his father. Same emerald green tail, same goofy smile. But, up close he looked just like his mother. The most intense blue eyes, chestnut hair streaked with turquoise, and pale skin. The only difference was the tail, of course. His mother's was turquoise with tiny flecks of gold.

"Yes, darling?" His mother held a satchel close to her breast. Inside was a glistening blue orb. It was an egg.

Rory looked behind as they swam away from the border, "Why are we leaving Tides?"

"The flood of colors poisoned our waters," She spoke with a soft tone, "It's unsafe for us and the baby especially."

Rory was confused, "Can't we just remove the poison?"

His father tightly clenched his fists, "The air breathers dumped it, we can't remove it."

"Can't we just ask them to clean it up?"

"Sweetie," His mother sighed, "You know that we can't get involved in human affairs."

"Then why did they do this to us? What have we ever done to them?"

"I don't know."

"Do humans hate us?"

She raised her eyebrows, "What?"

Rory shrugged, "They must if they polluted the entire nation."

"Most humans don't even know that we exist," She explained, "And I'm sure they didn't hurt us intentionally."

Rory's father glanced at his wife. He knew that she always had a soft spot for the filthy creatures from above, he just never knew exactly why.

"Where are we going?" Rory asked again.

"Wherever Mr. Anderson takes us." His father answered.

"Who's Mr. Anderson?"

"Mr. Anderson is my uptight papa," An unfamiliar voice spoke, "Call me Cooper."

In front of the family was a merman. He had deep blue eyes, dark hair, and a navy colored tail to match. And, behind the merman was a whale. A whale!

"You all must be the Flanagan family of Tides." said this Cooper character.

"Indeed we are," Rory's father told Cooper, "My name is Hurley, this is my wife, Liz, and our son, Rory."

"I don't mean to be intrusive," Rory piped up, "But, what's with the whale?"

"It's our ticket out of here, kid," Cooper told the teenager, "So, it's either death by oil or a ride on the whale. Your choice."

"I'll um…I'll go with the whale."

"Good choice." He motioned towards the whale, swimming to its back. The family followed.

"Thank you so much," Liz sounded very grateful, "We are forever in your debt."

"Aw, don't mention it." Cooper was blushing, "Is that a Currentian accent I detect?"

"Yes," Liz nodded, "I grew up there."

Rory interrupted, "Where are we going exactly?"

"Graiza," Cooper responded, "Or as my brother calls it, 'The Armpit of the Atlantic'."

"You sound Currentian yourself," Liz said to Cooper.

"Because I am," He chuckled, "So, why'd you decide to leave Currentia? The psychopath we call our king?"

"Excuse me?"

"Did you leave before he lost it?"

"I left nineteen years ago."

"Ah, I see."

Liz was confused; she held her egg close, "What do you mean?"

"You must've left before the bans and slaughters."

"Bans and slaughters?"

"Yeah. When I was six, the king went totally bonkers and lost his mind. Something about his eldest daughter being murdered," Cooper explained, "He arrested every single merman and mermaid with a red tail in the capital and had them killed," He shuddered, "The killings never reached outside of the capital city, but every single red tail born there would be burned in the sun."

Liz was shocked. Speechless.

"When I was eight, my mother laid another egg, my brother." He paused for a moment, "We were a well-to-do Capital family. High up in the social rankings. My mama worked for the government and my papa was, and still is, a healer…"

*flashback*

An eight year old Cooper Anderson peeked into the cradle of his new baby brother. The baby was chewing on the end of his translucent tailfin. He was gurgling and squealing. He looked at Cooper and giggled.

The nursery was very dark. All of the windows were covered in tarps. Cooper didn't know why.

Cooper was very bored. Ever since the baby was born, he was shut away from the world. The only time Cooper was allowed out of the dwelling was for school. His parents wouldn't allow his friends over or allow him to go outside.

The only one Cooper could play with was the baby. And babies don't do much. Just eat, sleep, cry, and poop. Being bored, he lifted the child out of his crib and set him on the floor. The baby wiggled its small red tail and laughed.

"My teacher told me Red Tails were bad," Cooper said to the baby, "But I don't think you could do anything bad, Blainers. You're just a silly baby."

"Marla!" He heard his father yell, "We're not safe here anymore!"

"Richard," His mother answered, "We're perfectly fine. Why in the Atlantic would we be in danger?"

"Oh, I don't know," Richard spoke in a sarcastic manner, "Why are we locking our children away from the outside world?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

He sighed, "We've kept the baby a secret for four months so far. Do you know what will happen if —"

Marla cut him off, "No one is going to take him away from us. The king—"

"The king's lost his mind, Marla! He's killing merfolk left and right!" He became quiet, "You don't know half of the things I've seen. He won't stop until every Red Tail is extinct, and Blaine won't be an exception."

"I know a Red Tail murdered his daughter, but why g and kill off a quarter of the city's population?"

"I've done my research, Marla. The Red Tail is a recessive gene. And merfolk who are born with it are born the great power," He paused, "My theory is that the king fears a rebellion of these powerful people. He fears being overthrown."

A baby's cry then broke the silence. Richard and Marla rushed into the nursery. They saw their infant son lying on the floor and crying excessively. His squeals were shaking the entire room.

Marla lifted the baby off of the floor and she cradled him in her arms, "Shh…shh…hush now…" She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"I think he's hungry," Cooper spoke up, "He was trying to eat his own fin."

"Coop?"

"Yes, Mama?"

"Can you get Blaine's jar of plankton and kelp off of the kitchen table and bring it to me?"

"Ew," Cooper sounded disgusted, "But it's all mushy."

Marla gave the boy her signature death stare, "Cooper…"

He rolled his eyes, "Fine." Cooper swam out of the nursery and towards the kitchen. On his way, he heard a knock on the door. Being curious, as many little boys are, he opened it.

In front of Cooper were two very large and brawny mermen. They wore sashes around their waists with a glimmering badge stating, 'Government Official'.

"Are your parents home?" One asked.

Cooper simply nodded, then he called out, "Papa!"

Richard swam into the scene. His eyes widened when he was the two officials.

"H-How can I h-help you two g-gentlemen?" He nervously asked the two.

"We're here for annual inspection," One said, "Is that a problem?"

If Richard had sweat glands, he would be sweating, "N-No, not at all."

The two mermen made their way inside.

"Papa?" Cooper whispered, "Why are they here?"

"Go get your mama," Richard told his son, "Tell her to leave Blaine in his cradle, the Inspectors are here."

"Kay, Papa," Cooper swam back to the nursery, there, he saw his mother cradling and singing a soft lullaby to Blaine, "Mama?"

"Yes, Cooper?"

"Papa told me to tell you that the 'Spectors are here and that Blaine has to go in his cradle."

Marla gasped. She laid Blaine back in the cradle, putting a woven blanket over him, "Hush now. Mama will be right back."

Marla and Cooper swam out of the nursery and into the sitting room. The Inspectors sat on the sponge sofa. They held seaweed parchment and octopus ink cartridges.

"Mr. Anderson," The smaller one of the two spoke, "Your occupation is a healer, am I not correct?"

"Yes, I am a healer."

The Inspector glanced at Marla, "You work in a government office, is that not so?"

"Yes, Marla nodded, "I do."

The other one asked, "How old is the child?"

"Nine years in five months," Marla told the merman.

"Any fertilized eggs recently?"

"N-No," Marla and Richard both spoke in unison.

All of a sudden, the sound of a baby's cry was heard.

"What was that?" An Inspector suspiciously asked.

Looking like nothing had happened at all, Richard said, "What was what?"

The Andersons knew it was Blaine. They knew that their secret was going to be revealed.

"Don't you hear the cry of an infant?"

"It must be the neighbors." Marla told them.

"No, it's definitely coming from this dwelling." Being curious, the Inspectors got off of the sofa and swam towards the sound.

The nursery.

"No!" Marla rushed to the nursery's entrance, dashing to the crib. She wrapped Blaine in the blanket and held him close, "Don't you dare touch him!"

Blaine's fin was sticking out of the blanket. The Inspectors were shocked.

"Give us the monster, and your life shall be sparred."

"Never!" She shrieked.

"You defiant little—" Right when the Inspector was about to strike her, Richard blocked. He was struck hard by the merman's spear, slicing down his arm.

"AHHHK!" He yelped in pain. He held his wound with his opposite hand.

"Papa!" Cooper screamed.

Richard turned his head to Marla, "Go! Take Cooper and Blaine! I'll meet up with you!" He gave a mighty kick with his tail, pushing one Inspector into another.

Marla swam to Cooper, "Richard, we're not leaving you!"

An Inspector got up from the ground. He swam behind Cooper, holding a spear against his neck.

"Give me the baby, or I'll kill the boy!"

Cooper flailed and squirmed, slapping him with his tailfin, "Let me go!"

All of a sudden, a scream came out of the Inspector's mouth. A spear went through his back. It was Richard. Though, he was wounded, he still had the strength to protect his family.

"Don't you ever lay a hand on my children!" He yelled as he impaled the merman with the other's spear. After the Inspector fell to the ground, he turned to the other, "You stay back!"

"You are a traitor to the crown!" The Inspector scolded Richard, "A disgrace to the race!"

"You don't touch my family!" He growled, "You don't lay a finger on them!" He shot the spear into the Inspector's stomach.

The Inspectors were extremely injured. Who knew if they were dead or not?

Richard sunk to the ground, holding his arm in pain, "We have to get out of here."

*end of flashback*

"We fled the city," Cooper told Liz, "We found ourselves in a town in the outskirts of the kingdom. We took refuge there. A family with a red tailed daughter took us in until my father was healed and had the ability to open his own practice."

"Oh my gods," Liz whispered. She was paler than ever, "Your family is alright?"

Cooper nodded, "They're fine. Papa's still working as a healer, Mama works for a publishing corporation now, and I think Blaine is almost of marrying age. My parents are probably trying to find a partner for him."

"I hate to be rude, Cooper. But, where's your partner?"

"Let's just say that we never really saw eye to eye." Cooper sighed, "In other words, she left me and swam off with some other merman. Who knows where they are now?"

"When my father found a partner for me, I left home. I didn't want to be in a loveless relationship. After I left, I met Burt."

Cooper raised his eyebrows, "Burt?"

"I-I said Hurley!" She tried correcting herself, "I meant Hurley!"

"Don't worry about it," Cooper yawned, "You're just probably overtired. You should try to get some sleep."

"Yeah," Liz looked up, "Sleep."

"Cooper's coming home tomorrow," Marla told Richard, "He's bringing a family of Tidish refugees."

Richard rolled his eyes and sighed, "And how does he think that we'll be able to support a whole other family?"

"We were refugees once, remember?"

"I'd like to forget."

"Good morning, Mama. Good morning, Papa." Blaine's voice was heard. He swam into the sitting room, holding Kurt's wrist.

"Good morning, Blaine," Richard raised his eyebrows and glanced at Kurt, "And who is this?"

Kurt swam over to Richard and put out is hand, "Kurt Hummel."

Richard looked confused, "What are you doing?"

Kurt put down his hand, "Never mind."

"Apparently Kurt saved Blaine's life." Marla commented.

"Is that so?" Richard said, "Well, we're glad you're safe, Blaine."

"Alright, I'm taking Kurt to the markets," Pulling Kurt, he swam out of he dwelling, "Bye!"

Richard was extremely confused, "What just happened?"

Marla shrugged, "I haven't a clue."

"Is this Sam character at this so-called marketplace?" Kurt asked.

"Yes," Blaine answered, "He works in one of the shops."

"And will he be able to turn me back?"

"We can only hope." The truth was, Blaine didn't want Kurt to turn back. Things were so much easier this way. Other than sneaking around, of course.

Kurt looked at his surroundings, "I don't see anyone around…"

"Well," Blaine chuckled, "It is pretty early."

With not much force, Kurt kissed Blaine slowly.

Little did they know, a mermaid was just exiting her dwelling.

"Blaine?"

Blaine took his mouth off of Kurt's and looked to the side. Floating there with an open mouth was Rachel.

"What's going on?"

Blaine turned his head away from Kurt and looked at Rachel, "It's not what it looks like! This is all an illusion!"

"Excuse me?" Rachel and Kurt both questioned in unison.

"I had seaweed stuck in my teeth!"

"Was he getting it out with his tongue?" Rachel had sarcasm in her tone, "I'm sure he was."

"You should get your eyes checked, Rach," Blaine sounded nervous, "I hear there's a special on goggles."

Rachel put her hands on her hips, "I'm not stupid! I saw you two kissing!" She looked at Kurt, "Who are you anyways?"

Kurt put out his hand, "Kurt Hummel."

Rachel raised her eyebrows in confusion, "What are you doing?"

He put down his hand and sighed, "Why do I even attempt?"

"We weren't kissing!" Blaine tried to convince his friend.

"Sure…and the ocean isn't salty…" Rachel glanced at Blaine, "I seriously don't know how my dads actually thought you were heterosexual," She had a large grin on her face, "This is perfect!"

"How is this perfect?"

"Once we tell my dads that you are fond of mermen, we won't have to marry!"

It was Kurt's turn, "Marry?"

"Rachel!" Blaine whisper-yelled, "We are not telling your fathers that I'm a you-know-what!"

"They won't care, Blaine. I am absolutely positive they'll just call the whole thing off."

"No!"

"So you are…"

"I am not!"

Rachel smiled sweetly at Kurt, "And how did you two meet?"

Blaine said, "He leaped out of the water and saved my life."

"This is even more awkward than the time Finn stepped on a beehive…" Kurt muttered to himself.

"Stepped?" Rachel asked, "Did you just say 'stepped'?"

"Why?"

"I've never really heard that word used in context before, except…"

"Except what?"

"I'm positive it's a verb," Rachel clasped her hands together, "It's a verb for the movement for…for land creatures!"

Blaine then blurted out, "Kurt's not human! He's not! I swear he has gills!"

Kurt shook his head, "Blaine…"

"What are you even talking about?" Questioned Rachel.

"Can we just tell her?" Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear, "She has some knowledge about humans, maybe she can help."

"Fine," Kurt groaned.

"Okay, Rachel," Sighed Blaine, "Kurt…he's an air breather."

Rachel started laughing hysterically, "That's hilarious! For a second, I almost believed you!"

"I'm not lying, Rachel."

"What?" She giggled, "Does this mean I'm a Royal? You must be a dolphin then! Is it opposite day?"

"Rachel, I'm serious."

She looked into Blaine's eyes, "Oh my gods, you're not kidding," She swam away from Kurt, "Should I be afraid?"

"Yes," Kurt said sarcastically, "Because I'm a blood thirsty beast who wants to devour your family. Better watch out!"

"If you really are human then…where are your excess limbs? How can you breathe here? How can you even speak our language?"

"I honestly don't know," Spoke Kurt, "That's what we're trying to find out. One day I'm human, the next…well, you get the point."

"What's it like," She pointed upwards, "Up there?"

"Not as wet."

Rachel crossed her arms, "I'm being serious."

"How do I even explain something like this?"

"How did you two actually meet?"

"I was trapped into a net," Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled, "He set me free."

"I never though a human would do a thing such as that."

"Hey!" Kurt defended himself, "We're not the heartless beats that you label us to be."

"Kurt?" Blaine tapped his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"We should get going before the crowds come."

Then Rachel asked, "Where are you going?"

"To see Sam," Blaine told her, "To see if he has an answer to any of this."

"Mind if I joined you two?" Rachel wondered, "I heard they got some new items in."

Kurt was confused, "Items?"

"Yeah," Blaine answered, "Sam works in a small shop that sells human artifacts."

"And you think he'll know what caused this and how to turn me back?"

"Possibly. He has a lot of knowledge about er…your kind."

"Great," Kurt muttered under his breath, "I bet he thinks that a fork is used as a comb like in the Little Mermaid."

"Must you make me close my eyes before every new sight you show me?"

"You can open then now," Blaine said, "And it's for dramatic effect."

Kurt opened his eyes.

"Welcome to the grand markets of Graiza," Blaine spoke with a smile.

Merfolk were bustling through the paths. Colorful booths and kiosks lined the streets, with a few buildings behind then. Dozens of people selling various goods. Shouting and yelling filled the streets.

"Sashes!" Someone shouted, "We have sashes for every occasion! Weddings, hatchings, parties, or just everyday!"

"Kitchenware made from rare shells of the Pacific!"

"Exotic treasures from the Gulf!"

"Whipped Kelp! We have five new flavors!"

"Buy one get the second free!"

"Discount!"

"Free samples!"

Taking everything in, Kurt gasped, "This is amazing!"

"Do you have anything like this in your world?" Asked Rachel.

"We have shopping centers and malls, but nothing as fascinating as this!" He swam up to a booth selling colorful fabrics. So many designs and colors.

Rachel and Blaine trailed behind, trying to keep up.

Kurt found an item that he thought to be a scarf. It had a pattern of greens, yellows, and blues, with a swirly pattern of silver beads. He grabbed it and ask the merman running the booth, "How much for this?"

"Eleven Cantas."

"I um…I don't know what a Canta is, nor do I have any."

The merman yanked the item out of Kurt's hand, "You stupid child! What good are you to me?"

Blaine took eleven silver colored coins out of his satchel, handing them to the merchant, "Here you are, eleven Cantas." He took the garment and handed it to Kurt.

As they swam away, Kurt said, "Blaine, you really didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to. Now, put it on."

Kurt started to wrap it around his neck.

Blaine raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

"Putting it on…"

Smiling, "Let me show you." He took the garment, unfolding it and twisting the ends. He then wrapped it around Kurt's waist, tying the ends. He pressed and folded it once more against Kurt's scales, tying it again, "And that is how we merman wear a sash."

"It looks quite dashing on you," Rachel added, "Very nice."

"So," Kurt clasped his hands, "Where is this Sam?"

"Just follow us," Blaine put out his hand and Kurt took it.

The three swam behind a booth and to a small building.

"Is this it?"

Blaine nodded as they entered.

A merman with a green tail and hair that was unnaturally blonde was putting silverware in a candleholder. He turned his head, looking at Blaine and Rachel, "You're back!' He swam over to Blaine, giving him a hug, "You know, your parents came here asking me a whole bunch of questions."

"I figured."

"What brings you two here today? Air breather favors for the wedding?"

"There is no wedding, Sam," Rachel pointed to Blaine, "We are not getting married, I assure you."

"That's what Mercedes tried to convince me last year when we were partnered," Grinning, "Now she loves me as much as I love her."

"Sam," Said Blaine, "Let's just say that me and Rachel don't see each other the way others would."

"Okay then," Sam crossed his arms and sighed, "Then what really brings you two here?"

Kurt spoke up, "They were wondering if you could help me."

"And who is this?"

"Kurt Hummel."

"I guess they already told you my name, but if not, I'm Sam Evans," He introduced himself, "Now, what can I do for you?"

"Blaine told me that you're the human expert in these parts, is that not so?"

"I know quite a few things about humans. More than the average mermaid or merman."

Just spitting it out, "I need you to turn me human."

A bit surprised by Kurt's words, "Whoa! Look, I'm not really transforming kind of guy. Why would you want to be human, anyways? Sick of the ocean? Government got you down? Fall in love?"

"Would you believe me if I told you that I am a human and one day I woke up in bed, finding I had gills and a tail?"

"That's ridiculous! If you were human then you wouldn't be able to understand our language!"

"Sam," Blaine tried to convince the blonde, "Kurt is, well was human. I've seen it!"

"I'll prove it!" Kurt exclaimed. He picked up a golden ring off of a shelf. It was engraved in English, "To My Love, Hannah," he read aloud.

Sam wasn't convinced, "Anyone could've made that up."

"Fine," Kurt sighed, "Don't believe me. But, do you know of any cases of a human miraculously turning into a mermaid?"

"Come with me," He gave in, "There's some books in the back."

Kurt, Blaine, and Rachel followed Sam to the back of the store. There was a shelf filled with various books and scrolls. They were obviously Mermish.

Sam pulled a book off of the shelf. Kurt was clueless about what the book even said. It was obvious that he couldn't read Mermish text.

But Blaine could read it, "The Human Anomaly?"

"yeah," The blonde nodded, "This book is full of human knowledge." He looked at Kurt, "Though, your story seems far from the truth, I'll see what I can do to help." He opened to a page.

"What does it say?" Kurt whispered to Blaine.

"Transformations."

Sam flipped through a few pages. He began to read aloud, "Human to Merfolk transformations, like Merfolk to Human, are very rare. Only fifteen in the last seven centuries have been documented. A human can only be turned by a being with extreme power, which are very hard to find in the world above. But, if a Human to Merfolk transformation is done, or vice versa, they transformed still contain the genes they were born with."

Kurt interrupted, "That didn't help much."

"I'm not finished," Sam continued, "If a transformed Merperson or Human were to mate with a natural Merperson or human, the results would be an anomaly. A half human-half mer child would be born. Though, when born it would take the form of its parents, its genetic makeup would contain both human and mer traits. These creatures are extremely rare. Only several have been documented throughout history. Halfbloods, Partial-Sea, or the slang term, "Halfsie" are the names these creatures have been given."

"Halfsie?" Kurt wondered. Where had he heard that word before?

Sam read on, "If a mer-born halfsie were to be touched by a Human, a transformation would begin. They soon would take on the form of a Human. If a human-born halfsie were to touch a Mermaid or Merman, a transformation would begin and they would soon take the form of a Merperson."

"Can you go further into the details of the transformations?" Asked Kurt.

Sam nodded and read, "The transformation time of a human-born is seven days. Throughout the days of transformation, they begin to take on more and more Mer traits. Starting with finger webbing and ending with gills and a tail when the transformation is complete."

Kurt thought for a moment. The day he first met Blaine, he had touched him. And the next, he woke up with webbed fingers. And seven days later, he was a full blown merman. This couldn't be possible. Could it?

"Thank you so much for your help, Sam." Said Blaine.

"No problem," He waved goodbye as the three exited the store.

Blaine looked into Kurt's ocean eyes, "Kurt…"

"No," He said quietly, "It isn't possible! Both of my parents are human! They are!"

"What about your mother?"

"She drowned, Blaine! Humans drown! I'm not that! I know I'm not!" He started swimming away.

"Kurt…" Blaine chased after him, grabbing him by the shoulders, "It's okay."

"No, it's not, Blaine!" He yelled, "Even if I was one of those…why have a never known? Why hasn't anyone told me?"

"You might just be…"

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