A/N: It's been a while I know. I got sick, I got busy, life sucks as usual except for ... well, I got sick becasue I caught a cold from kissing boys (or one boy at least) - so, silver linings etc!
(It was a COLD, not the other thing, I ain't no Finn & Quinn!)
Hope this chapter suffices. Not a lot of action (well, a bit of pseudo-smut I suppose) - most of the action happens in your own imagination, so feel free to make it as dirty or as clean as your predilictions indicate.
I promise more updates much sooner than this one was!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee or Fox or Trump Towers or most of the real estate of New york (ok, maybe a few buildings, but not more than 34% of the city)
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Kurt had never felt like this before.
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It was...intoxicating.
Every cell in his body felt alive, no... was alive! Every breath he took tasted sweet. Every time he moved he felt the muscles of his legs and arms responding with joy to the excited nerve impulses that ran through his body's systems.
He could feel his hair growing.
The memory of the last few minutes slowly began to return to him.
His mother...she had been there, waiting for him in the dark beyond the stars.
He remembered the feel of her arms around him, her voice whispering into his heart.
"I love you my baby, but you can't go where I go now. It is time for you to claim your birthright. Learn to fly my baby, touch the spark within you. Go back to your Dragon and fly with him. Fly with your love!"
Kurt knew he would never hear her voice again.
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Blaine was kneeling on the grass of the rooftop garden, holding Kurt's father in his arms as the man wept.
Carole knelt beside them, her arms stretched over the two men as she murmured calming nonsense and dried their tearstained faces with the Kleenex she always kept tucked just under the right shoulder strap of her bra. (A habit she's gotten into when Finn was still nursing)
Kurt remembered...
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"Coach Sylvester, I have always tried to treat you with the respect your position deserves, but I just have to say. What the hell were you thinking?"
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The McKinley students gasped as Kurt turned to where the tall blonde woman was sitting, cleaning her gun and waited for the inevitable explosion from her.
"I beg your pardon Porcelain?"
"You shot me!"
"I know I did."
"You could have killed me!"
"That was kind of the point actually. I'm beginning to think that your husband's rather disturbing obsession with hair product may have chemically damaged your brain Porcelain."
"Blaine is not my husband...!"
"Semantics! Give it time."
"...nor are we currently in school. I have always had a soft spot for you Coach Sylvester. You were the only member of staff who was actually able to do something to try to help me, other than offering meaningless platitudes, when I was going through hell last year. You have always been harsh but fair. Maybe a little excessive sometimes but I always thought you had a soft spot hidden down underneath the crazy, yelling crust. But then you just walk in here and...actually, how the hell did you get in? Oh, and put that damned gun away, it is never going to work again anyway, so don't bother cleaning it."
Those who knew her waited for Sue to explode in her usual fit of rage, but instead she dropped the pistol casually into her sports bag and leaned back on the wooden park bench.
"You jinxed my favourite concealable weapon while you were yelling at me Porcelain?
"My name is Kurt, Ms Sylvester, Kurt Hummel! I am not Porcelain, or Lady or Tickle-Me-Doe-Face or anything else other than Kurt Hummel, and if you find yourself unable to do me even the simplest of courtesies such as addressing me by my correct name, I would be very relieved if you would refrain from addressing me at all, ever!"
Sue actually smiled.
"Finally, "She whispered almost to herself, "You found your fire at last."
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"Ok, I thought you were hot enough with the whole shirtless thing... amazing abs there by the way Hummel, very nice... but you are totally turning me on right now with your badassness."
Lauren smirked as the girls in the room (and a few of the guys too) nodded appreciatively at the free show, and as the young man suddenly realised his shirt had turned to ashes and he was currently standing in front of all his friends in the singed remains of Blaine's cotton sweatpants.
"Could someone get me a shirt please...or a jacket...or even a tablecloth?"
"Not this one Kurt, "Quinn's voice was calm but a little strained, "It's being used at the moment."
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Blaine stood and walked to his boyfriend, moving to take off his shirt as he did so.
"Blaine, honey, thanks for the offer, but uncomfortable as I may be with being half naked in front of my friends, I would be infinitely more uncomfortable with you being half naked."
"Here Kurt, take my blouse, "Carole murmured as she stripped down to her simple undershirt.
"It is a lovely colour Carole, "Kurt smiled, "But I doubt it will fit."
"It will fit dear."
Carole glanced at her magical ring and winked slightly at him.
The blouse not only fitted, but somehow it had been altered slightly to suit Kurt's shape.
"How did you...?"
"Your father has a way with wording wishes Kurt. Let's just leave it at that shall we?"
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"Kurt, Blaine, you need to come look at this. You too Lord Tubbington." Quinn's voice was soft but commanding.
The group returned to the interior of the meeting area, to see Brittany's tear-streaked face being lovingly cleaned by Santana (using a linen napkin and some water).
Kurt hurried over, pulling some moisturising wipes, cotton balls and some skin toner out of his bag which still sat on one of the chairs nearby.
Something seemed to be bothering him, but he concentrated on the job at hand, only a slight frown marring his perfect features.
"Oh my..." Lord Tubbington had leapt onto the table and was therefore able to see the large, neat handwriting, in black sharpie, which covered its formerly white surface.
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"Brittany started to talk in that funny voice again, "Steffi whispered from where two of the Warblers, Richard and Trent were helping her off the floor and onto a chair. "
"I figured you might need whatever she was saying." Quinn smiled shyly as Brittany's cat turned to her and nodded his appreciation.
"Since we lost whatever prophecies had been gathered at the lawyers' offices in the fire, we will need all..."
"But we have them. Kurt and I went to get them at lunchtime, that's why we were there."
"I rang them after Brittany had one of her turns on the plane." Quinn volunteered.
"You may well have saved several lives Miss Fabray. If Blaine and Kurt had not been there..." Lord Tubbington shuddered as he thought of the consequences.
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Blaine frowned slightly.
There was something he was missing.
"Do you have the box Blaine?" Lord Tubbington asked.
Blaine handed it to his father who placed it on the table.
"I know it is late, but we should all make a physical copy of the collected prophecies, "Lord Tubbington suggested, "I think then we should all go get some rest. We can think about them tomorrow. I know some of you have songs to learn too. The prophecies have been with us for thousands of years, I don't think events, however precipitous they may be, are about to fall tomorrow. Let us all get a good sleep and discuss these things tomorrow night after the rehearsals. Those of us who are too...four legged or too old to perform..."
"Or too up the duff!" Steffi interjected.
"...can start to mull over things while you talented young people make magic of your own up on that stage."
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Quinn was frowning too.
"We're... we've forgotten something." She muttered to herself.
Blaine nodded as he heard her.
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"Well, I for one need to go get some sleep. Luckily for me I already am quite familiar with all of my songs and solo lines, "Rachel never changed, Kurt thought as the young girl talked her self-confidence back up, "And I'm sure I will be able to pick up the new song Stephen Schwartz has written for me to sing fairly easily. I can sight read music you know, and I have perfect pitch."
"Never change Rachel." Kurt smiled as the girl put on her brave facade.
"Let's get to breakfast early and practice in the piano bar, "Tina whispered to her, "I'm sure they'll open it for us if we ask."
Rachel smiled at her friend.
"It's going to be so much fun, "She whispered, "We've never had a duet before!"
"Just don't drown out my reedy little voice Rachel."
"Tina, your voice may not be as powerful as mine, but it has an emotional depth and a breathy tone to it that I must admit I have been threatened by in the past. Besides, I am a professional and as such I..."
"Shut up Rachel."
Tina hugged her frightened friend even as she said it though.
"So... bedtime all? Once we've made a copy each of these prophecies!" Carole was taking over as Den Mother.
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Pens and paper were passed around so that everyone could copy the words down.
"Why can't we remember these if they aren't written down straight away?" Finn asked. "Or at all even?"
"One can remember that a prophecy exists, "Lord Tubbington explained, "Some people are strong willed or magically powerful enough to even recall some of the words of a particular prophecy. But the magic of prophecy means that remembering the exact wording is almost impossible, and it turns out, transmitting it by any other means than in writing or by word of mouth is impossible too."
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"We don't have many do we." Blaine asked as he looked at the collected prophecies written on his paper. "And some of them are obviously missing parts."
"This bit is only half of an obvious first sentence." Thad pointed to his page.
"And this one has no verbs." Dr Lopez shook her head.
"Just be grateful the lawyers had English translations for the one's they brought over. Some were written originally in Ancient Greek, or even earlier languages." Kurt felt the need to defend Blaine's family line.
"It will have to suffice, 'Lord Tubbington huffed, "Prophecy is only meant to be a guide anyway, not the be all and end all."
"What do you say Grandpa Pang?" Kurt asked.
There was no reply.
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A quick check of the room and the gardens revealed that the elderly Chinese Dragon was no longer in the building.
"He's gone! But where..."
Blaine narrowed his eyes as he strained to recall ...something.
"Where is Coach Sylvester? "Brittany asked, "She was here before...wasn't she... or am I remembering wrong again?"
"She was here! "Quinn exclaimed, "She killed Kurt! She's gone too!"
"I wonder who she's going to assassinate this time?" Wes asked wryly. "McKinley was assassinated years ago, so she's unlikely to have returned there."
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Nick chuckled ruefully as he scratched his head.
"With our luck, she's probably headed off to Washington to find Lincoln!"
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"Kurt, come back to bed!"
"In a minute Blaine! I just...I need to..."
"You're skin is flawless Kurt, not a scar."
"But I..."
"Come back to bed. We have to be up in a few hours. Do you want to spoil the perfection of your features with unsightly dark bags and puffy brows Kurt?"
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Kurt left the huge mirror in the bathroom and slipped back between the sheets Blaine was holding up for him."
"I'm sorry Blaine, it's just..."
"I understand Kurt, really I do. I spent a good fifteen minutes in the shower after we got back from the rehearsals checking to see if I was missing any parts or had gained anything."
"And?"
"Seems normal."
"Good, because I refuse to settle for a blurry photocopy of my boyfriend, I want the original and the best."
"We could always..."
"What?"
"Well, we don't want to have any missing bits, do we? I think perhaps we should check out each..."
"Blaine! I thought you wanted me to get some sleep!"
"I do. I just know you are incredibly tense at the moment and I was going to suggest..."
"Blaine!"
"A massage Kurt. A simple, harmless, totally non-sexual massage."
"Your fingers touching my body can never be either harmless or non-sexual Blaine."
Blaine blushed uncomfortably.
"I'm sorry Kurt. I didn't mean to press..."
"I didn't say 'no' Blaine!"
"Oh."
"I'm comfortable you touching me Blaine. I'm more than comfortable actually. You are my boyfriend and..."
"Kurt?"
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"I was just thinking. So far, since we got here, how many people have told us 'gay marriage is legal in New York now'?"
"Umm... let me think. Patricia on the plane was first, then Sir Henry, then..."
"...then Julie Taymor and Stephen Schwartz both spoke to us about it while they were taking us to lunch...huh, there's a phrase I only ever dreamed I'd say!"
"And Mo, at the Gershwin mentioned it after we came back from lunch."
"The bus driver who picked us all up from the bomb site assumed we'd brought a whole wedding party with us."
"Yes he did, didn't he."
Blaine had by now pulled back the sheets and was straddling Kurt's legs as Kurt removed his T-shirt and let Blaine's fingers begin to relax the tense muscles of his shoulders.
"Kurt, your skin is so smooth."
"Well, technically it is less than three hours old Blaine, it's bound to be a little more supple than usual."
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Blaine grinned as he worked out the knots on either side of Kurt's spine, provoking a deep groan of pleasure. Blaine's pink tongue poked out his mouth slightly as he bit down on it and tried to avoid laughing.
"Does this mean you won't need to spend so much time and money on that skin routine you've developed over the years baby?"
"Why fix what ain't broke baby?" Kurt replied sarcastically, "Besides, I like my routine, and it's a hell of a lot less stressful than having to die and burn up my old body every time I feel a bit wrinkly."
"And you're sure you have no memories of being the Phoenix?"
"None at all Blaine. Although once my mom had shown me what to do, and shared her memories of it with me, and Sue had yelled at me, I did recall the other times I'd rebirthed myself."
"Rebirthed?"
Blaine made a face.
"You get to use the word regenerate for your special 'come back from the dead' trick, I get that word I guess."
"I don't like that word Kurt, you can share mine, ok?"
"You're always so nice to me Blaine!"
Kurt moaned into his pillow as Blaine's strong fingers found a particularly stubborn muscle and teased and cajoled it into letting go of the tension.
"I really need some sort of lubricant here Kurt."
"Top drawer, my side of the bed."
No, not that sort of... Kurt, please don't say things like that when I am trying to behave in a gentlemanly fashion."
"Gentlemanly?"
"I'm being dapper and non-sexual here Kurt."
"Blaine, I can sort of feel your...little gentleman."
"Oh, I'm so sorry..."
"I didn't say 'no' Blaine."
"I am so confused right now."
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Kurt sighed into the sheets beneath him as he felt Blaine's inner tension through their magical bond.
"Blaine, just close your eyes for a moment. Have you got them...oh, ok, good. Now, I'm aware that even though we talk about this stuff over and over, words can only convey so much meaning, and it's very easy to misconstrue something either of us says, so..."
He concentrated on his feelings and 'pushed' them towards Blaine.
"Kurt? What are you...Oh!"
"There you go Blaine, my desires, hopes and limits for the evening's activities are now written in your mind, problem solved?"
"What about my limits?"
"Oh please Blaine, you are easier to read than a first grade primer."
"I... am I being insulted?"
Blaine could feel Kurt's humour and love still wrapping itself around his heart, so he knew the answer already.
"Less talk, more fingers Blaine!"
"I still need something to... I want to be able to slide my hands over your skin without..."
"There's some Vitamin E infused Almond Oil amongst my stuff in the bathroom..."
"I don't want to move though."
"Pity the Harry Potter thing never worked out for you then isn't it Blaine?"
"No need to rub it in Kurt."
Kurt giggled.
"Rub it in!"
Blaine sighed melodramatically.
"You wouldn't want me to rub you up the wrong way would you Kurt?"
"No, not if you aren't going to get up to get the oil Blaine."
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Blaine stifled a giggle as the banter reached even higher levels of silliness.
"If I were Harry Potter I could just go 'Accio Almond Oil" and..."
Blaine stopped talking.
"What is it Blaine?"
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"Is the Almond Oil in a small orange bottle with a lid shaped like a tulip?"
"Yes. Why do you...?"
Blaine reached over Kurt's shoulder to show him the bottle that had just flown into his hand.
"Oh... Blaine, that's..."
"Is it bad that I've now reached the point where something like this doesn't even make me raise an eyebrow anymore?"
"Well... your eyebrows are really, really thick Blaine. I can easily see why you might get tired from hauling them up and down a million times a day."
"Ha ha."
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Kurt's entire body was rapidly filling with almost indescribable pleasure as Blaine's hands worked their magic.
"Oh my Gaga, that feels amazing!"
"I don't understand how a human body can build up this much tension when it's practically brand new."
"Don't you diss my tension Blaine! I like my tension, it helps me to function."
"Well, I'm going to move it from here..."
Kurt groaned as Blaine's fingers worked their magic.
"...to here..."
Groan.
"...and then..."
"Oh God, Blaine. Do that again."
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Blaine couldn't stop smiling as Kurt practically writhed beneath him.
"What were we talking about before...?"
"Everyone telling us about how New York had legalised Gay Marriage. I think we were up to the bus driver."
"Oh yes! Then Julie Taymor mentioned it again,"
"You can go harder than that Blaine, just don't snap a bone."
Blaine giggled, snorting as he tried to stop it.
"Oh please. What now?"
"You said 'bone', and I can feel my..."
"I told you, you can do stuff Blaine, I didn't say you could talk about it, or giggle inappropriately."
"Meany head!"
"Goof!"
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"Anyway... Artie and Puck have both been on at me about 'making an honest boy out of you'...was that too hard Kurt?"
"It was wonderful Blaine." Kurt snorted a little as he stifled a small giggle of his own.
"What...?"
"You said..."
"I know I said it Kurt, and I bet you are too, aren't you?"
"As steel."
"Should we...?"
"Finish my back first, please?"
"Of course my dear."
"I want to get all the tension out of my back before I flip over. I think you might have to work on my front even more Blaine. I can feel terrible tension building up there you know."
"Are you sure you're ready to..."
"Blaine! I'm going to give you a lesson in multi-tasking tonight. I'm sure even your advanced Timelord brain can manage it. You are going to keep your mind focused here..."
Kurt sent a telepathic pulse through their link.
"...while we talk about other things and your amazing fingers continue to perform arpeggios of pure pleasure across the finely tuned instrument that is my seventeen year old, almost eighteen year old, despite recent events, body."
"I love it when you talk dirty and refined at the same time Kurt."
"Multi-tasking Blaine."
"Sorry."
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"So... do Nick and Trent really think I'm just using you for sex?"
"What? Of course not. I would never...when did they...?"
"Joke Blaine."
"Tease."
"I had Sam and Tina both trying to talk to me about how to get you to propose to me, and Richard, David, Thad and Wes sort of ambushed me as a group at the theatre and were trying to be so subtle about asking if I knew where Tiffany's was and did I know your ring size..."
"So basically your New Directions friends think I should propose to you, and my Warbler friends think you should propose to me?"
"Basically that's right Blaine."
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"Which would you prefer?"
"I don't think we even need to do the asking do we Blaine? I mean, you already made a 'this is not a proposal of marriage' proposal when you put the ring on my finger."
"And you sort of made a 'not proposal' of your own when we were in the car on the way here that first night."
"And we made a joke about 'in sickness and in health' and 'richer or poorer' and you..."
"...We talked about kids, and I said I do and..."
"...and I said 'I will' and..."
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Blaine continued to massage the plaint body beneath him as he felt his heart filling with even more love than he had felt before.
Kurt was silent too, deep in thought.
Finally he spoke
"We kind of..."
"...married ourselves in the back of a limo? Yeah, we did, didn't we?"
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Kurt was silent again.
"Mercedes and Rachel will be pissed they missed it."
"Wes and David will kill me."
"We could not tell them, and do it properly."
"We're not eighteen yet Kurt."
"I think between our parents, our lawyers and the full magical force of Faerie, that small legal technicality doesn't stand a chance."
"You want to do this before school goes back? Assuming there is a school year to go back to of course."
"There will be. I am Kurt Hummel and I decree it shall be so."
"Who died and made you king, Kurt?"
"We both died Blaine, and I'm the Queen baby, and don't you forget it! The morons at McKinley voted for me in an overwhelming landslide of write-in voting, remember?"
"You want us to go back to McKinley as..."
"I want to see the look in their faces when they try to tease me about my boyfriend and me holding hands in the corridors, and I get to watch my husband go all 'caveman' on their butts."
"Kurt! Could you not say things like that when my...when I have my...when I'm practically lodged..."
"And on that note I think it's time to turn over."
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"Ok, but before I lose what is left of my mental faculties, I assume you want another ring?"
"I wouldn't say no to something that matched this one, as a sort of engagement ring. We'd need one each of course. I'll check out the jewellers after the concert, pick something out and then we can propose to each other and shut the crowds up."
"You are so practical Kurt."
"Shut up Blaine and let's find out what all the fuss about second base is about, I'm feeling sporty tonight. Who knows, I may even make a play to try to steal third."
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Blaine groaned as Kurt turned over, his skin sliding over the bare flesh of Blaine's torso and legs and suddenly he was face to face underneath him.
"Kurt, stop with the sports metaphors. It's really turning me on."
Kurt grinned wickedly as he felt Blaine's breath burning into his neck and gloried in the shuddering of Blaine's toned body as it lay on top of him, not to mention the throbbing of Blaine's...not so little gentleman.
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"Blaine...Remember I told you about the time I was the kicker on the Titans? Allow me to demonstrate the dance I taught them. No, stay here Blaine, you'll want to be close to the action for this one, trust me."
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Rehearsals were going well.
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Kurt smiled as he watched Rachel glowing from the praise she had just received from Julie Taymor.
"You did a wonderful thing Kurt, when you offered to share your part with her."
Blaine's breath on the back of Kurt's ear as he whispered to him made Kurt shiver slightly with physical sensation, and memories.
"Oh like I could ever have managed the workload in the time we have, "Kurt murmured.
"I think it was the shock in Julie's eyes that got me the most. I guess she just isn't used to wannabe stars giving away half their solos to a friend."
"Well, Stephen Schwartz agreed that splitting the character into twins made a lot of sense. He's been down in the manager's office writing more songs and more story for when they put this musical on for real."
"Is he keeping your character a boy?"
"Yes, he says it's time the world pulled its head out of its collective ass and joined the 'community of the enlightened' is how he puts it."
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"How did Rachel's duet with Tina go?"
"They nailed it, of course."
"I still can't get over Dave being given a solo, have you heard him yet?"
"No, "Kurt frowned slightly, "He's been down in the smaller rehearsal room with the musical director all morning, even Jeff hasn't seen him."
"It's going to be amazing hearing that song sung by a man instead of a woman isn't it. Dave has so much emotion when he sings, I predict tears all round."
"You seem to have changed your opinion of Dave recently."
"It took me longer to forgive him for what he did to you Kurt, mostly because I'm just not as compassionate a soul as you, but I can see who he really is now, and I think I'm really starting to love the guy."
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"What the hell did you just say?"
Puck was frowning as he walked past the pair.
Kurt and Blaine blinked at him, surprised by the anger they saw on his face.
"Did you just say...?"
Kurt gasped as he realised the mix up.
"Noah! Pull your head in. I understand perfectly what Blaine meant. I love Dave too. He saved my life...well, I suppose if Grandpa Pang's snowstorm hadn't stopped me from dying I might have regenerated, but Dave took my wounds from me, even though he didn't know Jeff would be able to heal him."
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"Oh, sorry dude. I guess I'm just a bit antsy today."
"What's wrong man?" Blaine asked the Mohawked teen.
"Lauren told me to keep my paws to myself just before. All I wanted was a chance to show her how I feel."
"By copping a feel?" Kurt raised a brow to communicate his opinion of Puck's methods.
"I have needs."
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Blaine and Kurt sighed almost in unison and Kurt made the decision he would break his strict 'non-interference' rule.
"Noah, you might make more progress with your lady-love if you treated her less like a collection of tantalising, grabbable body parts and more like someone you want to be in love with."
"You guys don't understand..." Puck began whining.
"Because we're gay? Oh please Puck. Love is love, the plumbing is totally irrelevant, despite what Santana all too frequently asserts."
Kurt was frowning at him.
"No, because the two of you are complete virgins who have never had a...thought of...a...sexual..." Puck slowed and stopped speaking as he saw Blaine and Kurt both colour slightly and twitch a little.
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"O. M. G! You got some Hummel! Way to go Frodo! So who did the deed and who got the deed done to them? I bet it was..."
"Noah Puckerman, finish that sentence and playing with Lauren Zises will forever be so far out of reach of your physical abilities you may as well join a convent."
Puck shifted nervously as he remembered he was in fact talking to a twenty foot long Dragon and a horse-sized immortal bird made of pure flames.
"Sorry...I just..."
Kurt smiled at his friend.
"We haven't gone all the way yet Noah. Unlike you, Blaine and I are taking things as they come and don't feel like it's a race we need to beat everyone else at."
"How far..."
"No Puckerman, just...no."
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Puck nodded and smiled warmly.
"You make my boy happy Blaine, or else. I don't care if you're a damned Dragon, I'll find a..."
"Noah! Blaine and I can't ever hurt each other. Ever! "
"Just be careful Kurt, and use protection, especially if you decide to play defence. You don't want to get knocked up you know. Take it from one who knows, ok?"
"I'm a boy, Puckerman!"
"He is, I can verify that! All man, and quite impressively qualified if I..."
"Please don't help me Blaine."
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Puck laughed as the two lovers began to bicker silently.
"Kurt, from what I heard and saw last night, you're some sort of immortal bird thing that was always both male and female. Who knows what sort of crazy shit you could pull if you aren't careful."
Kurt was flabbergasted.
"Noah, I promise, if I begin ovulating I will come straight to you and borrow a whole truckload of condoms, deal?"
"What size will you need Blaine? I mean, I tend to only keep rubbers designed to tame Puckzilla here so..."
"Those will have to do if you haven't got bigger ones." Kurt's face looked like he couldn't believe what had just come from his own mouth.
Blaine just blushed.
Puck sniggered, and fist-bumped the shorter boy.
"I guess what they say about Dragons is true then!"
"Puck!"
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Puck left the boys standing in the wings and walked off, laughing, to find Lauren.
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"Let's try arranging the three we got most recently at the top and see if there's a pattern."
Elaine Anderson scratched her head ruefully. The parents, Meggle, Dog, Lord Tubbington and Steffi had been working on the prophecies for hours. Well, Steffi had actually taken one look at the paper she had been handed and decided she was in desperate need of a nap.
Before leaving for the theatre that morning, Blaine had called Song Lee up to the rooftop meeting area again. Elaine and John had recognised the girl instantly, and had been very grateful when the assistant manager had agreed to remain with the group to act as an assistant for them.
John, Burt and Paul moved the large pieces of cardboard which the group had decided to write the prophecies on into the desired order.
The second cannot find herself until the first is found, but the first will do the finding.
She will not speak until the deathless has died and the fire has been lit anew.
One shall feel the touch of terror
One shall taste the kiss of flame
Her mask of lies is torn asunder
When love sets fire to the rain
Sing a song of love in the heart of summer
When fear runs riot from the father's fall
A winter's song feeds the child of Ariadne
And hope shall spring eternal, in the hearts of all
"Did that help?" Dr Lopez asked from where she was coming back into the room.
"No, "Carole sighed sadly, "How is Steffi?"
"She's going well. She just got a call from Judy Fabray. Apparently Rachel's parents have cancelled their viewing party and have been trying to organise a party to come to New York to be closer to the kids when they make their Broadway debuts."
"Oh that is so sweet, who is coming?" Elaine Anderson smiled.
"Everyone. Somehow someone contacted Mr Trump and he has offered them accommodation here. Unfortunately, his plane is already on its way to pick him up, so they have no way of getting here. No flights are available at this late stage, not even to charter, and they simply can't find a bus that's available. They'd have to leave by this afternoon to make it on time."
Burt Hummel nodded in understanding.
"What about the school bus?"
Dr Lopez laughed.
"Mr Schuster and that girlfriend of his tried already Judy said, but Figgins has already hired the bus out for the summer. That man would sell his shadow on a cloudy day if he could."
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John Anderson thought for a few moments.
"I have an idea, Dalton would be happy to offer them a bus I suspect. Could you give me a contact number for the Berrys or Mr Schuster Burt?"
Burt smiled, "Hold out your phone John."
John did so.
"Um... excuse me phone... could you transfer all the relevant numbers to John's phone...umm...please?"
Burt's phone beeped several times. After a few moments, John's phone made a surprised sounding beep of its own.
"Kurt's influence on machinery?"
"It has its advantages, but trying to keep a ceasefire going between Finn and our refrigerator can be nerve wracking."
"I know, let's put the fragmentary ones up next!" Elaine was concentrating on the puzzle.
The Elements combined shall call forth the...
...and thus the immortal's beloved
Two parts, two hearts, two lives, two wives
...her fortunes reversed
Yet the Queen will search for her crown, never knowing that...
"That first one reminds me so much of Captain Planet it just isn't funny." Carole quipped as she read over the list.
The others looked at her strangely.
"Finn used to watch it religiously."
"He still does." Burt rumbled, "I think it's the only thing that gets him up on a Saturday morning."
/walk time best before sun rises/smell of dew and the warmth of dawn/human boys too lazy sometimes/
Paul Karofsky smiled as he found himself forced to agree with his son's pet.
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"Shall we stick the other three up and see if a pattern leaps out at us?" Carole smiled at the others.
"And after that, I think we should go shopping. I want to wear something nice to the concert." Dr Lopez smiled as she twirled around.
"Kurt and Blaine left us a credit card, so let's go mad shall we!" Elaine grinned.
Paul Karofsky made an enquiring look at her.
"Magic isn't the only inheritance the boys received. Let's go grab some lunch, and then go stimulate the economy." Elaine smiled at him.
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Paul and Burt moved the final three cards onto the table.
The Emperor shall choose a Queen to be his consort and then shall the fools who tested them know remorse.
The child cries for the mother
The mother aches for her child
The Queen dies for the World's life
When the Magic finally runs wild
The Queen shall see the danger, but too late
But still, the messengers can save the King
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"Nine prophecies, can anyone see a pattern?" Lord Tubbington asked the others hopefully.
"Lots of Queens and crowns and references to dying." Burt sighed.
"I can't see anything, but now I am getting the Captain Planet theme in my head too!" Paul Karofsky laughed.
"Love setting fire to the rain reminds me of the water falling from the fire hoses at the fire at the courthouse." John Anderson said thoughtfully.
"Sue Sylvester said Kurt died and was reborn in the fire there, that would qualify as 'the kiss of flame' wouldn't it?" Elaine said gently, conscious of Burt's continuing fear for his son.
"And if Blaine wasn't 'touched by fear' wrapping himself around a bomb like that and then falling..." john Anderson stopped with a shudder.
"So who is the 'her' referred to then, and what is this 'mask of lies' that gets torn asunder?"
Dr Lopez paused in her deliberation to pour some water into a small bowl for Meggle.
/Thankyou Dr Lopez. I might just pop out to check if Steffi has managed to get to sleep, I swear that girl rebels against common sense just for something to do/
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Dr Lopez watched the small kitten drink her fill and then go ask Song Lee to carry her to Steffi's room.
"If someone had told me this time last week that the best nurse I would ever work with would turn out to be a four month old ginger kitten, I would have had them committed."
"Please don't tell her that to her face, "Lord Tubbington said, "Her ego is already far too well developed for her own good. Now she can talk, she's going to prove insufferable. If only her mother were still around to exercise some parental control."
"You sound as if you know her well Lord Tubbington?" Carole smiled as she moved a few of the prophecies around.
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"I should, "Lord Tubbington said stiffly, "She is my daughter after all."
