[A/N: Very minor character name/trait spoilers for Tangled, the movie. Nothing major.

Also, there are some new people reviewing, so this is for them (not that I don't adore everyone who had been responding to every chapter, because you guys are the reason that this is still happening), because they make me happy. Enjoy.]

As they walked out of the movie theater there were two things on Kurt's mind. Firstly, Wes should never be allowed to eat gummy bears, jelly beans, and licorice in the same sitting, especially when other people were being subjected to him. They could not take their eyes off him for a minute. Secondly, there was nothing like a Disney movie in a dark theater to make you want to reach out and hold hands with your cute, adorably excited, Disney-loving best friend, especially if he just so happened to be sitting next to you. Which Kurt had not planned. Not at all. Just in case you were wondering, or anything.

Wes was dancing around singing "Mother Knows Best", clearly having enjoyed the movie even more for the massive amounts of junk food he had consumed. David was texting his girlfriend, who was watching Tangled at another theater on a girls night out, and Blaine was keeping an eye on his sugar addled friend. Wes stopped his manic flailing when they got out into the parking lot and turned around.

"We should do a stage version of that movie right now!"

Wes thought they should do a stage version of every movie they saw. It was a hazard of putting him in a room with anything mildly entertaining.

"Of course we should." Blaine rolled his eyes, getting his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the car.

"No, think about it!" This was his third brilliant musical pitch this week. "David could be the chameleon -"

"He doesn't sing. Or talk," David objected as they all climbed in.

"No, but he looks at everyone like they're crazy, and you're good at that."

"I have a great deal of practice."

"Anyway, I would be Flynn, obviously. And -"

Kurt snorted from the front seat as Blaine pulled out of the parking space. Wes abandoned his cast list to look at him with distain.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kurt spoke before he thought. "Well, Blaine would obviously have to be Flynn."

The driver/leading man braked a little harder than was strictly necessary at the red light.

David laughed, and hurriedly tried to cover it with a cough. "Of course, Wes, what are you thinking?"

Blaine glanced over at the passenger seat then into the rear-view mirror, smiling slightly. "If the choice is between me and Wes... well, Wes, you're more like Max. Stubborn, persistent, good-hearted but mildly annoying at first."

"You'd cast me as the HORSE? The horse doesn't even talk!"

"Let's see how you like it," David muttered.

"Yeah, you're both my interfering animal sidekicks. The more I hear this, the more I like it." Blaine was clearly warming to the subject as they headed back towards Dalton.

Wes was pouting. "I still think you're far too much of a goody-two shoes to play Flynn."

"Maybe, but I've got the looks." He winked at Kurt, who blushed.

David didn't miss that. "He has the weird name, too... Now, let's see... who would Kurt play?..." He pretended to think about this for all of five seconds. Blaine's lips pursed slightly, seeing where this was going. "Well, I suppose we'd need someone to play the Princess..."

Kurt's eyes widened as the subtext of that hit him, and he reflexively looked over to check his roommate's reaction. It was very carefully blank, eyes on the road, which was no help whatsoever.

He laughed nervously. "Sure, David. Not sure I'd look good as a blonde, though."

"Oh, I don't know. What do you think, Flynn? Would Kurt be a worthy Princess for you?"
Blaine's voice was cheerful but detached. "Of course he would. But I'd especially look forward to our fight scene, Wes."

The boy in question, who was beginning to come down from his manic rush, brightened considerably at this. "Yeah! It'd be awesome . We could have -"

And he was off again, plotting his Tony award winning musical. Blaine and Kurt exchanged a look that spoke of inner conflict, and posed a lot more questions for each than it answered.

"Do you really think I'd make a good Disney prince?"

Kurt dropped the half a bagel he was holding onto the desk. It was later that same night, and they were eating a snack while studying. Well, Blaine had been studying. Kurt had been drawing pictures of towers and lanterns in his physics notebook. Pathetic? Yes. But everyone needs to embrace their inner 12 year-old girl sometimes. He jumped when his roommate spoke.

"What do you mean? Of course you would. He isn't a Prince, though."

"I always saw myself more as the sidekick, really."

"Well, I definitely think you have prince potential." Where were these words coming from and when did he suddenly become so brave? "You saved me, after all."

And... hello, courage.

Blaine seemed to consider this, blushing a little, but not nearly as deeply as Kurt was.

"I don't know about that, but I always thought that in all the best Disney movies the Princess saves the Prince a little bit too. They – well, they save each other."

Kurt wanted to play back this conversation to check on some things. Like, for example, that it was actually happening

"I... I guess so. I never really considered that."

"Oh, yeah. Prince helps the Princess realize that life can be better... Princess helps the Prince realize it's okay to be himself." Blaine cleared his throat and broke eye contact. "Or... you know, something like that."

Kurt was a new and exciting shade of pink by this point. "Yeah."

They both went back to studying in what was now a slightly awkward silence, and it wasn't until about ten minutes later Blaine had a thought. "Hey, you want to see something I worked out earlier?"

"Sure."

He was reaching under his bed for something, feeling around past the guitars (he had two there, Kurt knew), violin, mandolin, miniature keyboard and god knows what else – once, Kurt could have sworn he saw something that looked suspiciously like a drum stick. He surfaced after a minute with a wooden box, which he opened, and pulled out a harmonica.

"Well," Kurt said, "that was anti-climatic. I was hoping for a trumpet or something."

"It isn't Aladdin's cave under there, you know. I'm not a magician. And I don't play the trumpet."

"I'm not so sure. And it's the orchestral equivalent."

"Well, anyway, I was listening during the movie, and I think I've got it worked out."

He put the harmonica to his lips, and Kurt was irrationally jealous of the metal. He'd never really liked harmonicas – they were always a bit grating, to his mind – but when Blaine began to play it was haunting and gorgeous. He recognized it immediately. It was the duet, 'I See the Light', that Flynn and Rapunzel sang. He opened his mouth in awe.

"How do you do that? You heard it once!"

Blaine put the harmonica down and shrugged. "I remembered it, and I was thinking about it during the movie. It wasn't that hard to pick out the melody. It's improvised a bit though, 'cause it isn't really meant for a harmonica. Obviously."

"You do realize that not everyone can just do that, right?"

Blaine shrugged in what Kurt could only describe as a quintessentially Blaine-like manner. He didn't like it when people pointed out that he was unnaturally gifted.

"It's not a big deal." He flopped back down onto his bed. "So, what did you think of the movie? Similarities between myself and the hero aside, I mean."

"Hero?"

"Oh, do not start with me on this. He is totally -"

"If you'll notice, Rapunzel is the one who -"

And the Prince and Prince(ess) argued over who was the hero of the story, even though neither of them really cared as much as they pretended they did. They each just liked spirited debate, okay? It had nothing to do with their roommate's flushed cheeks and flashing eyes.

Not that they noticed things like that.

Obviously.