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Summary: Kurt is enchanted. A fairy gift gone wrong has made him a danger to himself and others. When his father remarries due to necessity things quickly spiral down - the only thing Kurt can hold onto is his friendship with the Prince of Dalton - Blaine - but even that could end in tragedy if the wrong people find out about his curse. Based off of Ella Enchanted.
13. Fairies
It was a bit of a disappointment to learn that the elves actually didn't know much about fairies. But Kurt spent a few days with the elves admiring their pieces of art and listening to their songs and stories. They were good company to keep and even gave him a gift.
"It might help you locate them faster," one of them had said, "it's a storybook, but it was made from magic and it might help you locate magic."
The storybook was actually so amazing that Kurt wouldn't even care if it didn't actually lead him to the fairies. At first it had only showed him a couple of stories, but then when he opened it again there was a picture of Carole and Rachel baking in their kitchen. Another time there was one of his father. He was at a wedding. A giant's wedding from the look of the background.
It didn't happen until he'd travelled almost all the way to the giants' village. That was the first time the book showed him a fairy. She was beautiful and dressed in too many colors to count. She was sitting on a rock by a river and other fairies were there with her. The surroundings didn't give Kurt much to go by so he continued on towards the giant's village and he hoped that he might find his father. He didn't know what his father was going to say about Kurt not being home, but he hoped that he wouldn't be too angry.
The morning before he reached the village – and he knew he was close because things were getting bigger and bigger – Kurt opened the book again. He was surprised to find Blaine's handwriting.
I cannot believe what Sebastian did today. I don't think I've ever blushed so hard. I think I saw one of the lords laugh. They're always so stoic that I should be glad to have seen that. But all I can feel is humiliation and annoyance. Everyone knows – or at least they suspect. And I'm not over Kurt. I don't think I'll ever be over Kurt.
Sebastian is nice, and giving me flowers like that was flattering. But he isn't Kurt and he isn't all that interested in me the person. He keeps asking me about being a Prince and when he's not doing that, he's talking about himself. It's making me realize that even if I ever move on from Kurt, there might not be anyone else that I like – that understands me how he did.
It was short and more heartbreaking than anything else. He was jealous about Sebastian, and yet glad to know that Blaine wasn't interested in him. And he was torn about Blaine's feelings. A small part of him wanted to believe that maybe once he didn't have a curse that he and Blaine could still be possible but a bigger part told him he'd hurt Blaine too much. Yet another told him that he might not ever be without his curse.
He closed the book and stuffed it in his bag and then got up and continued walking. Kurt tried to keep the words from becoming ingrained into his mind.
Giants celebrated their weddings for about a week with their many traditions and ceremonies and all sorts went to their weddings, it was no wonder his dad had ended there.
When Kurt arrived at the village they were still having some sort of ceremony. The bride and groom stood together with other people in their family. Their hands were joint together with a scarf. A number of benches that could have been the size of a house for Kurt were set up, but there were also smaller accommodations for humans, elves, and others.
Kurt didn't see his dad in the crowd, but he did see a fairy. And then another. And then another. They sat together holding one giant tissue that looked like a blanket draped over them – they kept using it to wipe at their eyes. Kurt had never thought that fairies could be his size, but there they were. Their wings shimmered and it was that and that alone that gave them away.
Kurt slid into the bench behind them and sat down to watch the ceremony.
"So beautiful," one of the fairies said.
"Yes," another said.
The third only sniffled.
Kurt kept an eye on them until the ceremony was over. Once it was he jumped at his chance.
"Excuse me," he called, "excuse me!"
They turned to look at him, all three surprised.
"Yes?" The one that had spoken was the fairy from the picture in the book. She was far more beautiful in person.
"My name's Kurt," Kurt told them.
One of the fairies looked at him for a long moment. "I gave you a gift," she said.
It was just what he'd needed. He couldn't talk about his curse or tell anyone about it unless they figured it out and it was his hope that maybe with the fairies that it might be allowed if they knew on their own he'd been gifted by something. He nodded.
"And you'd like to thank us? Is that it? Oh, darling boy, it was nothing – our pleasure, really."
Kurt shook his head furiously. "NO! That's not it. I would never – that is, the gift hasn't exactly been all that great. I was wondering if…if there was a way to get rid of it. It's only, it's become more of a curse than a gift and I'm – I'm sure it wasn't intended it that way."
The three fairies all stared at him with their mouths open.
"Rude boy!"
"Inconsiderate!"
"Ungrateful!"
"But you don't understand—" Kurt began.
"Don't understand?" the fairy that had spoken first said, "You have the gift of obedience. I gave it to you myself. And you should be glad to have such a wonderful gift. To call it a curse? Unheard of."
Kurt could see exactly what Carole meant. They refused to accept the truth or acknowledge that they could be wrong. But he wasn't going to give up yet.
"Imagine living a life in which you have to do anything anyone tells you," Kurt said, "that is what my life has been like since I was born – since that spell was placed on me. You tell me to hop, I hop and I won't stop until you tell me to stop. But that's not all – if someone told me to kill someone, I'd do it. Not happily, and not willing. I would just have to because of your gift."
The fairies were listening. One of them had clasped a hand over her hand. Another was tearing up, and the one that had actually given him the curse looked defeated. Her wings drooped down and she stared at Kurt like she couldn't believe it.
"It is a curse when I cannot control it – when my obedience is so absolute."
"But we can't take a gift back," the fairy that had been on the brink of crying said, "it's not the same as giving a gift. Magic is weird like that. I am so sorry this happened to you, honey, but there's nothing we can do."
Kurt had known that they didn't take gifts back, but he hadn't known that the reason they didn't take anything back was because they couldn't. He wanted to sink to the ground right there and start crying again.
"But you can stop giving gifts," Kurt said, "you can think about what might happen first. I'm not saying all of them will screw up someone's life, but a lot of them do."
"I'll do one better," the fairy that had cursed him said.
"Sugar, what?"
"We need to understand," she told her fellow fairies, "in order to change this. We aren't the only fairies in the kingdom and this type of thing should never happen again. I propose we all take on all of the gifts we have given unto others – a week per spell so we might learn what it's like."
Kurt stared at them. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made him glad to know that maybe he would put a stop to what the fairies were doing, but that didn't help him – that didn't leave him without the curse.
"What about me?" he asked.
"Oh, sweetheart, there's nothing we can do for you. Magic is very odd, you know, and we cannot take back what we give. But you should be proud of yourself – we will call a fairy meeting and things will get better."
Even though this was exactly what he'd wanted the fairies to realize what they were doing, it was hard to really grasp that they couldn't help him.
"Couldn't you do something?" Kurt asked. He was desperate.
"Not without causing more harm," one of the other two said, "you've proven that we aren't very good at the whole gifting thing – it's probably not a good idea for us to do any more magic on you."
They had a good point, but all Kurt wanted to do was stomp his feet and demand that they do something.
"Alright," he said.
Sugar grabbed his arm before he could turn and go. Her touch was gentle but firm and Kurt had to turn to look at her.
"I am really sorry, Kurt, and I hope you know what coming here and speaking up about this is something only someone very strong could have done. You are stronger than any spell. If you ever need me, just shout my name – I'll be busy for a couple of months, learning – but I want to make up for it somehow."
Author's Note: Hope you liked it. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Most likely tomorrow night.
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-Erika