Dalton's School of Magic Chapter 14: Vacation, a glee fanfic

You know the drill. References are not mine, and reviews are totally awesome. Also... this fic has become crossed over with Merlin a little bit. This will come together in later chapters.

14 – Vacation

"Have a great time, sweetie," Carole said, kissing her stepson's cheek. She and Finn had taken Kurt (and his several bags, including a duffel bag buried in one of the others for any shopping excursions Kurt would go on) to the airport. Finn helped get the last of Kurt's bags out of the trunk, nodded at his mother, and helped Kurt get everything inside. Once inside, Finn gave another nod to Blaine, who came up from behind Kurt and took the two largest bags from him and then got into line for British Airways. Kurt smiled at his friend as he did so.

"Hope you have a great time… and get me a souvenir," Finn said, swooping the smaller boy into a tight hug. "Kick Jeremy for me. I hate seeing Pavel despair."

Pavel really was like a child everyone wanted to take care of. But Kurt smiled at his brother, "In the balls or in the shins?"

"I'm going for the balls," Blaine said, coming up from behind him with the tickets and the bagging tags.

"Then kick him in the shins. Or his ass, if you have a clear shot," Finn replied. Then he shook Blaine's hand and headed back to the car. He gave one last wave, and Blaine and Kurt found themselves waving back before going toward their gate.

There was immediate silence and awkwardness between them. It was probably like that because FaceBook was the only place where Blaine (and Arthur) were getting their updates from Kurt. And last night's update was:

Kurt Hummel is in a relationship with Andrew Smith.

"You could have called me about him," Blaine finally said when they had set their carry-ons near a pillar and were making to sit down to wait for their flight.

"I felt… bad," Kurt replied.

"I know you… you care about us immensely," Blaine said, "So why… why are you and Andy together right now?"

"To stall for time. He knows that," Kurt said, "It was only fair that everyone knew about us so that when they saw us around, they wouldn't think I was cheating on you or leading you on or something…"

There was a tight silence, and suddenly the watch spoke, "Yeah, remember the embarrassment when Wes tried to push you two together and you wound up sniffing Blaine's earwax, Kurt?"

Kurt laughed out loud, covering his mouth with his hand. "Hello, Arthur. Did you want some attention?"

"I hate seeing us so tense around each other. Especially Bailey here, who decided, apparently, to wear her tightest pair of knickers, as they say in jolly ol' England," Arthur replied. Kurt could hear him winking even though he couldn't see his face.

Kurt smiled, but then Blaine made a sort of disgusted sound, and Kurt looked to him. "Andrew knows?"

"Doesn't everyone know? About you and Arthur?" Kurt asked.

"No! I mean… everyone knows about Arthur, yes. At Dalton, at least," Blaine explained, "I meant he knows that you're just using him while me and Arthur are repairing our relationship and spending more time as friends?"

"He's okay with that," Kurt replied calmly. "We both think being together is fun. And since I'm being such a nun with you, I'm allowed to be a little less conservative with him. I don't… I don't want to slip up with you…"

"I'm not a doll, Kurt…" Blaine said. "Yes, I would miss Arthur, but there are mirrors we could talk through, so—"

Kurt pressed his lips to Blaine's, mostly to shut him up. No one was really paying attention to the two teenagers, but Kurt pulled away quickly anyway, "Think of that as a promise. I'll come to you when I feel that you two are ready," Kurt turned from the gawping Blaine to the pocket watch and cutsified his voice, like he was talking to a dog, "Arty, are you ready to leave your Blainey-kins?"

Kurt heard a sniff, "Noooooo! Don't take me away from my Blainey-kins! Or my midnight broomstick rides! Or my pocket-watch!"

Kurt gestured to the watch as he turned to glance back at Blaine, who was still gawping like a (very cute, very magical) fish. "My case is closed."

He took a sip from his water bottle (which he had sneakily filled after going through baggage check) and then straightened. When he looked back at Blaine, the other boy's mouth was finally closed. "But is it fair to Andrew?"

Kurt glanced at him, "We have fun. But Andrew knows that it can't last. Not when I…" here Kurt paused looking at the Blaine's watch, and then back at the dark-haired warlock, "…well… you get it. He knows it'll end between us because of you."

Blaine blushed and looked at his feet, "I'm… going to kiss that boy myself after this is all done."

"Let's find him another lover in the meantime!" Arthur called out.

"That might be difficult. He is omnisexual, after all…" Kurt pointed out, "And he really is pretty much just doing me a favor…"

"But… it doesn't seem right…" Blaine mused, "I mean… to know that you're going to be dropped any day for another person?"

"That's why we should get him another lover! He's a library nerd! Let's start there!" Arthur said, sounding more and more like a strange voice in Kurt and Blaine's head…

Blaine glanced at the watch, and then at Kurt, "I think Arthur's right. I'd feel too bad in taking you away from Andrew. I'm going to be on the lookout for someone else for him. I'll look at both girls and boys, and you'll have to fill me in on who Andrew might like…"

Kurt smiled and shook his head a little, "You really are the boy Katy Perry wrote 'Hot N Cold' about."

"Well, Arthur helps a bit with that," Blaine replied, smiling only slightly.

"No really," Kurt went on, "You were jealous about Andrew, then you were angry at him, and now you're compassionate about him…"

"Well…" Blaine trailed off. "I guess… I don't know. I was selfish before, then I was confused… and now I'm coming to terms with it all…"

Kurt smiled at him. "You only have to be patient, and… if it makes you feel any better, we won't do any couple-y things around you…"

Blaine breathed in slowly, and then let it out at about the same pace. "Okay…"

And they shook on it.

"Oh my gooood!" a voice called as Blaine and Kurt got to the baggage claim at Heathrow.

Pavel was all ready there, Pavi coming up behind with the smaller boy's bag. Pavel and Kurt shared an epic hug that lasted for a few minutes, both squealing and cheering and jumping up and down. Finally, the twins materialize on either side of Blaine.

"What up, Blaine my man?" Oliver asked.

"Aww… you lost that sexy Welsh accent… I was beginning to feel a bit like Jack Harkness to your Ianto Jones…" Blaine said, clearly disappointed.

"Accept Lisa would still be alive," Oliver replied. "Jeremy, you want to be Blaine's Ianto?"

"I'll pass," the other replied.

"You too, huh?" Blaine asked, pointing out the Cockney accent again.

"We've been back in London for a couple weeks now, genius," Jeremy replied, slapping him on the back. "Sorry about the whole Andrew/Kurt thing, by the way."

Blaine looked over to Kurt, who was leading Pavi and Pavel toward their flight's baggage carousel. He smiled back at the twins, "Oh no. We've come to an understanding about all that."

"More than I can say for Jer-Jer over there," Oliver hissed in Blaine's ear.

Blaine shook his head and pulled away from the twins as they followed Kurt and Pavel to the carousel.

Meanwhile, Kurt and Pavel were watching as the machine started up. "He's started using Welsh," Pavel was saying, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jeremy?" Kurt asked.

"Da," was Pavel's curt reply.

"Kurt! Get over here and give the twins a hug!" Jeremy said, swooping the smaller boy into a backwards hug.

"I see you still randomly grope people," Kurt said as Oliver came and joined the hug-fest.

"Jeremy wouldn't be Jeremy if he didn't," Oliver said. "It was horrible. At the Emrys family reunion in Cardiff we met our cousin Bryn, who's as bad as Jeremy if not worse. Those two were going around groping every one of our grandparents and great grandparents."

"Great-Uncle Iago seemed to like getting a palm on his glorious man-boob—" Pavi coughed and Jeremy stopped talking, but Kurt and even Pavel were launched into violent fits of giggles.

It was known by the Fearsome Five that the twins were pureblooded warlocks. Pavi was from a Welsh family said to be descendents of Merlin (hence the last name Emrys by the boys' maternal family). Jack, the boys' father, was from London, but he was from a pureblooded family as well. Pavi had kept her ex-husband's name because that was the name on the publishing house she had taken over in the divorce.

It was also known that Pavel himself was part of a set of twins: his sister, Lyubov, went to St. Lilith's, Dalton's sister school, in Westerville. She was feisty and beautiful, gaining the attentions of David Breckenburg (even though those two had broken up a couple weeks prior). She was also much more coordinated that her twin brother ever was, as well.

Blaine and Kurt collected their bags and followed Pavi, the twins, and Pavel out onto the street where the McDoile limo was waiting. Everyone piled in, and set off toward the edge of town (on the East End, of course), two the twins giant four-story house…

"Come on! Karaoke!" Jeremy shouted, leading a yawning Blaine toward the basement of the house.

They had just eaten a large meal after Pavel and Kurt had fallen asleep in the bedroom they had picked out. Even though there were thousands upon thousands of rooms in the McDoile household (for it was Jack McDoile's house before Pavi moved in after their honeymoon), Pavel and Kurt wanted a two-bed room so that they could talk and laugh and be roommates again. Suffice to say, Blaine had chosen a one-bed room and called it good.

But the food they had just ate made Blaine sleepy, even though now Kurt and Pavel were wide awake. He shook his head, "Can't I just go to bed?" he whined.

"Well… you can, Blainey," came a silky voice from his pocket-watch, "It might as well be my turn to see the sights…"

"Yeah… we have tons of broomsticks for you," Oliver said, tapping the watch gently. "But you can definitely sing karaoke with us since Blaine here is falling asleep standing up…

Jeremy was now prowling the hall, pacing in front of Kurt and Pavel's door, which was shut.

"Come on! Kurt, hurry up fy nghariad, will you?" Jeremy said, finally pounding on the door.

Blaine blinked, "Has Jeremy resorted to Welsh insults?"

"They're not insults," Oliver said, "Now go beddy-bye and let me see my man Arthur!"

"I feel the love," Blaine replied, sarcasm dripping from the tired voice. But he opened the watch and waved cutely in his sleepy-stupor. His eyes were suddenly flecked with silver.

"Arthur, how are you?" Oliver asked, doing a complex handshake with him just as Kurt and Pavel finally emerged, dressed in their pajamas.

They were different than the ones they wore to the sleepover back when the storm hit last February. Kurt's was comprised of a light blue button-down shirt and matching pants, and Pavel's was a yellow shirt with Russian words (Later he told them they translated into "History in the Making"), and black and white pinstriped pants.

The twins were wearing pajamas, too, having changed in five seconds back up in their room. Arthur shook his head and sighed. "I'll meet you in the basement. I feel left out."

Finally, they were all seated on couches or on the carpeted floor covered in pillows. Jeremy was flipping through the iPod, having called dibs on singing first. His grin melted into a frown, but then it turned into a very slight smile: all in the course of five seconds.

"All right… here I go," Jeremy said, pressing the play button on his selection and picking up the microphone:

"In the midnight moonlight I'll be walking a long and lonely mile.
And every time I do, I keep seeing this picture of you.

Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
And it comes as no surprise to me, she's with another guy.
Here comes my baby, here she comes now,
Walking with a love, with a love that's oh so fine,
And never could be mine, no matter how I try.

You never walk alone, and you're forever talking on the phone.
I've tried to call you names, but every time it comes out the same.

I'm still waiting for your heart, cuz I'm sure that some day it's gonna start.
You'll be mine to hold each day, but 'til then this is all that I can say.

He finished the song and put the microphone on the karaoke machine, smirking lightly in his twin's direction. Oliver made a thumbs-up signal. Pavel had his head buried in a pillow. The song was a perfect match.

After a few songs (Kurt and Pavel sang a song in Russian, the twins sang a song by a gay boy band from the 80's, the twins dragged Arthur into a couple trios), Arthur went up, looking through the song lists as the rest talked about their summers. The twins went into detail about what went down when a bunch of descendents of Merlin got together.

Arthur grinned at the story the twins had just finished, "You know, my dad was born here in London," he said.

"Yeah, we heard," Jeremy replied, rolling his eyes.

"You wanna know the reason Blaine's middle name is Arthur, aka why I'm named that?" Arthur asked, flipping through the song list for the fourth time.

"Why?" Kurt asked, actually curious.

"Because my dad's side of the family is descendents of King Arthur…" Arthur replied, chuckling. "Merlin taught him magic when he became King, and so Gwen joined him."

"Who did Merlin get together with again?" Oliver asked, grinning.

"He left her soon after," Jeremy replied, "A druid girl named Aeron."

"That's really cool," Pavel said. "That King Arthur's and Merlin's descendents are such good friends, it's like… fate or something…"

"Is that why you're cursed with the Anderson curse?" Kurt asked.

Arthur blinked, "You know… my dad never told me anything about the history behind our curse," Arthur fiddled with the watch for a minute, "He only told me that one of King Arthur's great grandsons did something that slighted an old witch, and he was cursed with a split personality until he could find someone who could love both sides of him…"

Kurt nodded, "And then every son in the family got cursed, and on and on and on…?"

Arthur nodded. The room fell silent for a good minute before Arthur remembered his song and grinned, "I haven't heard us do any ABBA, so…" and he pressed play:

"If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me
Take a chance on me

We can go dancing, we can go walking, as long as we're together
Listen to some music, maybe just talking, get to know you better
'Cos you know I've got
So much that I wanna do, when I dream I'm alone with you
It's magic
You want me to leave it there, afraid of a love affair
But I think you know
That I can't let go

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best and it ain't no lie
If you put me to the test, if you let me try

Take a chance on me
Take a chance on me
Oh you can take your time baby, I'm in no hurry, know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last when things are rough
It's magic
You say that I waste my time but I can't get you off my mind
No I can't let go
'Cos I love you so

If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know, gonna be around
If you've got no place to go, if you're feeling down
If you're all alone when the pretty birds have flown
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me

Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
Gonna do my very best, baby can't you see
Gotta put me to the test, take a chance on me

Ba ba ba ba baa, ba ba ba ba baa ba-ba
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me…"

There was much cheering after the song, but Kurt's grin was all Arthur noticed as he smugly sat down, making room for Pavel to go up and sing…

Kurt and Pavel were very tired by about eleven, so they allowed Arthur and the twins to continue with their karaoke as they went up to bed. Jeremy stopped Pavel at the door and gently took his hand. "Annwyl… good night," he said, and gently kissed the Russian boy's hand.

Pavel blushed, but pushed his friend out of the door, and up two flights of stairs to their chosen bedroom.

"I need to know what he means," he said, after burrowing his head in the covers of the newly mussed bed.

Kurt smiled and took out his laptop, "Come here," he ordered, and Pavel obeyed.

They sat with their backs again the wall on Kurt's bed, the laptop on Kurt's lap as he searched the translation and transliteration sites. They got the spellings of the words. "He says only three things to me: fy nghariad, annwyl, and cariad…"

Kurt got the transliteration and put them into the best online translator they could. Pavel was amazed. "Fy nghariad is… is 'my love'… annwyl is 'beloved'… and cariad is… cariad is 'lover'?" he looked at Kurt with wide blue eyes.

Kurt smiled back at him, "Well… it's better than the others he'd been using…"

"Yeah but… now it just complicates things…" Pavel said, rubbing his hand where Jeremy had kissed it. "Now… now I don't know what to do."

Kurt sighed and put his laptop away, leading Pavel to his side of the room. Kurt tucked the other in as a mother would do and stroked his hair while he sang him to sleep. When he was sure Pavel was fast asleep, he whispered, "You follow your heart, is what…"

Song(s) Used: "Here Comes My Baby" by Cat Stevens
"Take A Chance On Me" by ABBA

Coming Up Next: The history behind the Anderson Curse is revealed only when it looks like the houses of Pendragon and Emrys are merging a little deeper...