A/N Homophobic language ahead.

A Night on the Town

Their flight landed in Shibuya, Tokyo shortly before lunch time, and Kurt and Blaine weren't scheduled to visit the first of the four locations in this area until the next morning, so after checking into their hotel, the group decided to have lunch at Mitsukoshi, the famous department store. Of course, eating in a department store led to Kurt, Jeff, and the ladies spending most of the afternoon shopping, while the guys reluctantly tagged along.

Blaine and Nick didn't mind so much, smiling indulgently at their boyfriends from across the aisle at another large department store later that day, as Kurt argued with Rachel, forbidding her from buying a Hello Kitty raincoat.

"She really should listen to the little fag. That coat would be hideous on her."

Blaine frowned and turned to see who had spoken, surprised to see a blonde girl not much older than himself standing behind them, watching the dispute. She wore the store's apron, proclaiming her to be an employee here. She smiled what was most likely meant to be a seductive smile at both boys.

"Excuse me?" Blaine said.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, people like him do know their fashion. It's just a pity they are allowed to wander around flaunting themselves in the face of normal people, like us."

"People like him?" Nick asked, side-eyeing Blaine.

"You know, homos. If I was a gay man, I'd lock myself away and die somewhere, I'd be too embarrassed to leave my house!"

"Really? Why is that?" Blaine asked.

"Well, it's just gross, isn't it? Anyway, my name is Mandy. Can I help you two find anything in particular?" she said flirtatiously, making it clear that she would like to be the thing in particular they were looking for.

"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary, Mandy," a voice said, dripping with scorn. Blaine smiled as Kurt leaned into his side.

"Hi, babe," Blaine said, kissing his cheek. "Did you talk Rachel out of buying the coat?"

"I didn't have to after we overheard this homophobic bitch talking. We've decided to shop somewhere else."

"Excuse me!" Mandy said indignantly, as Jeff hugged Nick from behind.

"No, there is no excuse for pathetic people like you!" Jeff said.

"No, no excuse," Kurt agreed, and felt the power inside him building. "People like you really should learn to be more accepting, instead of spouting vile hatred. So here's a learning opportunity for you; every time you open your mouth to speak something cruel or negative, you'll taste the crap that you are spewing! And you won't be able to get rid of the taste until you learn that if you don't have anything nice to say, you shouldn't speak at all!"

Kurt felt the curse leave him and find its target, leaving him unsteady, though not nearly as shaken and weak as the first time when he had cursed Azimio and the jocks. He still felt the need to lean on Blaine.

Mandy staggered back a step, as if she'd been slapped. "What the hell are you talking about, you little faggot?!" Suddenly her eyes went wide with horror as she slapped a hand over her mouth. All four boys stepped back at the stench that spewed forth from between her lips as she spoke.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Blaine said, supporting Kurt. They met up with the rest of the group, including Lord Tubbington, Peaches, and Teddy, on the first floor, and decided it was time for dinner. They chose a popular sushi place nearby.

After they ate, Burt, Carole, Lizel, and Ji took the younger kids to get ready for bed, along with Peaches and Teddy. It turned out that Teddy was an awesome storyteller, and ever since Stevie and Stacey had learned that he and the cats could talk, the dog had been telling them bedtime stories every night. Peaches enjoyed Teddy's stories, too, and curled up with Stacey to listen, as Teddy snuggled with Stevie. Tonight he was telling them the story of Bastet, the warrior cat goddess.

Meanwhile, the others decided to explore one of the most popular tourist areas, Shibuya Crossing. Many of them had expected it to be like Times Square in New York, and were greatly awed by the reality of it. They rented a karaoke 'box,' a large semi private room where they could sing and dance, and spent a couple of hours having some fun.

They explored some of the markets and food stalls as they slowly meandered towards their hotel. As Finn, Sam, Trent, and Dave stopped to buy some snacks, Kurt and Mercedes stopped to admire some painted fans and paper umbrellas for sale at a nearby stall, while Blaine used the restroom.

"Oh my gosh! You're Kurt Hummel!" A voice cried out from nearby. The two friends turned to see who had spoken. "Oooh! And Miss Mercedes Jones! I have died and gone to heaven!"

They smiled at the young black man. "Do we know you?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, no! We haven't met, I'm just a huge fan of yours! I saw you a few weeks ago in New York, for the Show Choir Nationals. You both were the stars of your second song, I don't know why you weren't singing leads! After the program, I went back to my hotel and googled your group. You two really killed '4minutes!'"

Mercedes beamed at him. "What's your name?"

"Oh! I'm just Wade. This really wasn't how I imagined meeting you both!"

Kurt looked confused. "What does that mean, 'just Wade?'"

The young man looked bashful. "Well, I'm just plain me. Nothing special. But she…" he hesitated. "She is amazing, but she's not here right now. I always imagined it would be her who met you."

Mercedes and Kurt exchanged a look. "Who is 'she?'" Mercedes asked.

He looked down at his feet. "Her name is Unique. She's the special one. She's everything I wish I could be. But my parents wouldn't let her leave the hotel, so I had to come out instead."

Kurt was beginning to understand. "She's you, or who you feel like inside, isn't she?"

The boy smiled at them. "Yes. I just wish I could be her all the time, but my parents are afraid that people won't like her here. They are okay with her when we're home, but when we're traveling, she has to stay in the hotel. I don't like going out without her. She's the confident one. I stutter and babble when I get nervous!"

"You aren't stuttering right now," Mercedes said.

"Babbling, maybe a little," Kurt said, smiling kindly to show he was teasing. "It's okay, though."

Wade smiled at him. "I just kind of wish we were going to be here next month, when they have the Summer Festival. I could wish for confidence on the wishing tree."

"Wishing tree?" Mercedes asked.

It was Mike, who had just joined them with Tina, who answered. "During Tanabata, the Japanese Star Festival, people write wishes on colorful strips of rice paper, and hang them from wishing trees. If the wind pulls your wish from the tree, it will come true."

"Oh, that sounds lovely," Mercedes said.

Kurt had a sudden idea. He slipped his hand in his pocket, smiling when he felt the wishing coin slip into his palm. "Well, I wish you could see how confident and special you are right now. You must be, if Unique comes from you. And I wish that both you and her can share that confidence with others!"

Wade blushed, but stood straighter, and smiled. "Thank you, Kurt, that means so much coming from you!"

Kurt smiled. "No problem. I just hope I get to meet her someday!"

"That would be awesome!" Wade said, as someone called out his name. "Oh, that's my mom. I gotta go! It was wonderful to meet you both!"

Mercedes smiled and kissed his cheek. They waved as he jogged off to catch up with his parents. "He was sweet."

"Yes," Kurt said, as they were joined by the rest of their group. They'd taken only a few more steps towards their hotel when Kurt, Blaine, Artie, and Nick all went stiff, at the exact same moment all the lights went out.

"Somethings wrong," Kurt and Blaine said together.

"Fear, lots of fear," Nick said, his empathic powers coming through.

"I sense something malevolent at play," Artie said. "It's coming from back there!" he pointed back towards the crossing. They could hear people starting to scream now.

"It is the Sidhe," Grandpa Chang informed them. "They can only manifest in the dark."

Blaine thought back to the conversation they'd had about the Sidhe before. "You said they feed off chaos and fear, and can turn people against each other, and that love is the key to defeating them."

"Correct, Grandson Mine."

"Artie, how many people can you link telepathically?" Blaine asked.

"Only one way to find out."

Blaine nodded as the group began retracing their steps back to the crowded intersection. "I need you to connect with as many people as you can and share a message of love and peace. Brittany, I think it's time for you to show off your coin wish. Kurt, you'll need to flame up as well. Anyone who can conjure a flaming weapon, now would be a good time to shine a light."

Artie nodded. "I can piggyback Tina's ability to persuade people with my message, to push the crowd into showing acts of kindness and love."

Blaine nodded. "Let's do this!"

They reached the center of the crowded intersection, and Artie closed his eyes in concentration, reaching out to the thousands of minds surrounding them, connecting them. Tina reached out with her powers, and together they began to broadcast images of love in all of its forms, encouraging those around them to share love and compassion with everyone around them. People began to calm down and reach for those around them, assuring themselves and each other that they were safe, that there was no need for panic, and if they just remained calm no one would be hurt.

Kurt took the form of his Phoenix, while Brittany began to glow like a pillar of light in the center of the crowd. Several flaming weapons appeared among the group of teens, casting more light into the area. Artie used the mental link he held over the crowd to have as many people as possible light up their cell phones to add more illumination.

Dozens of shadowy wraith-like creatures shrank back from the light. For the moment, the general feeling of love and compassion, along with the small amount of light, was holding the creatures at bay, but they weren't fleeing, nor were they evaporating.

"Now what?" Kurt asked, along his mental connection with Blaine. "Can we physically fight them?"

It was Grandpa Chang who answered. "They have no corporeal substance, Young Master. Attacking them is like attacking air, pointless. You must confront them with a powerful display of love!"

Kurt considered for a moment, before landing and resuming his human form. He turned to Blaine and took his hands. "Do you remember when I slipped the ring on your finger, and I said it was not a marriage proposal?"

Blaine smiled and nodded. "I said that while we were too young then, I felt certain one day one of us would ask the other to marry them."

Kurt smiled back. "Well, I still don't consider that a marriage proposal, but I think I might, just a little, consider it our wedding day."

Blaine's smile widened. "I feel the same way. We both said 'I do.' Surely that means something."

Kurt nodded. "And we sealed it with a kiss. My dad will insist on a real wedding, with everyone gathered, and Mercedes will kill me if she's not my maid of honor, but I kind of already consider us husbands."

"Me too," Blaine said, and to prove the point, he leaned in and kissed Kurt. There was a collective sigh of awe among the crowd, and the Sidhe cringed. Tina and Mike smiled at each other, and leaned in for their own kiss, as did Pam and James, Nick and Jeff, and Dave and Elliott.

The latter two had shown Kurt their rings the afternoon before, in Nagasaki. At first Kurt had been confused, as both boys seemed to have the exact same black stones in their rings, but upon closer inspection, Kurt had realized that one was obsidian, while the other was hematite. While the former was black through and through, hematite was actually a dark blood red when sliced thin and held up to the light.

As more couples joined in with mild PDAs, the Sidhe began to shrink and fade out. From somewhere in the crowd, someone began to slow clap.

"Well, well, well, Porcelain, that sickly sweet display of nausea inducing word vomit might just have saved the worthless lives of everyone here."

They all turned to stare at the tall, blonde woman in the tracksuit that emerged from the throng of people as the lights began to come back on around them. "Coach Sue?"

"Yes, it is I. I was scouting a local pole balancing act for the Cheerios when the lights went out, and I came to investigate."

Kurt frowned at the woman. "I find it very interesting that you've now shown up twice, outside of Ohio, after we've confronted supernatural beings."

"Supernatural beings? I see nothing of the sort. I see a group of teenagers chasing shadows, and trying to get their faces plastered all over the internet!" she argued.

Kurt smirked. "That's not going to happen, as every camera and cell phone in a two mile radius has been convinced not to record the event."

"Oh really?" Sue said. "What about the half dozen satellites that are constantly in orbit around this chunk of floating space garbage? Did you think to have them turn a blind eye as well?"

Kurt's face paled. He hadn't thought of that. He wanted to ask her how she knew about his ability to control mechanical objects, but they were suddenly cut off by a large group of people leaving the area. When they'd passed, the cheer coach was gone.

"Come on," James Anderson said. "Let's get back to the hotel."

...

The crew from Ohio gathered in Kurt and Blaine's suite. The two boys had explained that they wanted everyone's help to try and remember more about the queens.

"But how can we help?" Sam asked from where he sat beside Mercedes, his arm around her shoulders. "We don't know anything about them."

Blaine nodded. "True, but Dave said that hearing his neighbor yelling at some kids triggered a memory for him. We thought that maybe, if we told you what little we do know or can reveal, and what we've remembered, one of you might say or do something that could trigger more memories."

"What do you know about them?" Tina asked.

"Not much," Kurt said. "Pam, you know some generalities about them. Can you tell us more?"

"Wait," Quinn interrupted, "wasn't Lord Tubbington an advisor to The Court? Can't he tell us what he knows?"

The cat in question managed to look bashful. "Unfortunately, Ms. Fabray, I am as bound by the same magic as Grandpa Chang. I can speak in generalities, but unless one of the Lords remembers a detail first, I am bound from speaking anything more. Mrs. Anderson can tell you what she knows, although it isn't much more than I could say."

Blaine's mom looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, the Elven Queen was known as the Queen of Autumn. She was the dispenser of wisdom and justice, and brought the bountiful harvest. She had some ability to heal the sick as well. She was also known as the crone.

"The Queen of Summer, the Pixie Queen, was said to be the source of light and life. She was a renowned weaver, and could transform objects into better versions of themselves. They say she could also harness other people's powers and make them into something stronger. She was sometimes called the mother.

"As for the Queen of Spring, the Fairy Queen, she was the bringer of hope and love. She could heal minor injuries, and had a form of Fairy Sight. They called her the maiden."

There was a moment of silence as they all thought over the information. It was Wes who spoke first. "From your description, it doesn't really sound like any of them had any special powers that could defeat The Queen of Shadows, other than perhaps the Queen of Summer, if she could weave together other people's powers and make them stronger."

Pam shrugged. "There is no record of how they helped Danu defeat her sister the first time, just that they played a big part in the outcome."

Wes bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Okay, let's start with the Queen of Autumn. What have you remembered so far?"

Dave straightened up from where he'd been leaning into Elliott. "Not much. I mean, I know her name, but thanks to the protective spell, I can't speak it. Other than that, I remember she had a temper, and that she was my niece in our previous life."

"And she was known as the crone," David added. "So it sounds like we're looking for a cranky old woman."

"Not necessarily," Elliott spoke up. "While most people think of crones as old, grizzled women, it actually refers to any wise woman, regardless of age. They are usually fierce women who have a connection with nature, and often have healing abilities."

Dave furrowed his eyebrows. "I think you're right. I don't think she was old. We were about the same age. She might have been a year or two younger than me, but she definitely wasn't old. At least not in appearance. She was immortal, after all. We all were."

"If you were immortal, how did you all die?" Thad asked.

"We didn't," Kurt explained. "We...they allowed themselves to fade out of existence until they were needed, casting themselves into the void until they were reborn as, well...us."

There was another moment of silence, before Trent spoke up.

"What about the other two? Summer and Spring? What do you remember about them?"

Kurt and Blaine exchanged a look.

"Well," Blaine said, clearing his throat. "All I've remembered so far is being awed by her magic." He paused for a moment to think. "And I think we might also have been related somehow."

Kurt frowned. As soon as Blaine had said it, he knew it was right. "I think my queen and I were related as well. And she was a virgin."

A few people blinked at this information. "A virgin?" Santana scoffed.

"Yes. I think her magic was bound by her innocence. She'd lose her powers if she…" he trailed off, his face flushing red.

Wes cleared his throat. "Okay, so, we're looking for a young, wise woman, a mother who can weave, and a virgin."

They all exchanged looks, and then glanced at Grandpa Chang, who had been rather quiet uptil now. "Is there anything more you can tell us?" Kurt asked.

The old man looked regretful. "I can confirm that all three Queens had a familial relationship with the Lords. And I can also confirm that the Elven Queen was not an old woman, and that the fairy Queen's magic was bound to her innocence. Beyond that, I can only offer a few more generalities."

Kurt groaned in frustration. "Can you at least tell us where we are supposed to be looking for these women? What if we've already walked past one of them on the street and didn't know, and now we'll never encounter them again!"

"Calm yourself, Young Master," Grandpa Chang said. "I can assure you that you have not missed them. When you remember, when the time is right, you will know where to find them."

Kurt still felt frustrated. He couldn't help feeling like time was their enemy right now. They'd already been attacked three times. How soon until the rest of Faerie and The Shadow Realm broke free?

"Deep breaths, Young Master. You really must learn to have more faith in yourself and your friends and family. All shall work out for the best. I believe Danu chose well when she chose you as her heir. If nothing else, believe in her faith in you."

Kurt sighed at the voice in his mind. Grandpa Chang was right. If he didn't start having more faith in himself, he was going to mess up, and they couldn't afford that. He trusted his friends, and believed in their abilities to fight the Shadow creatures. Why didn't he believe in himself?

They called it a night after that so that they could all think over what they had learned, and try to figure out who the Queens could be and where to find them.

…

"How have I never heard of this movie before?" Kurt asked as he snuggled closer to Blaine on the train as they headed back from touring a couple of the properties on the opposite side of Tokyo Prefecture. Paul and Maggie had accompanied them, and were sitting a few rows up the aisle as they headed back.

Blaine shook his head and turned the volume up on the laptop as his favorite part of The Slipper and The Rose began to play. "I have no idea. I'm more surprised you've never heard of Richard Chamberlain! It was such a huge deal when he was outed in the late eighties."

"But we weren't born until the nineties," Kurt reminded him.

The shorter boy just shrugged. "So? You swoon over Clark Gable, and he died long before we were born."

Kurt had no response for that, and just looked back at the screen where Richard Chamberlain and Christopher Gable were dancing around a tomb of dead kings.

"So, are we going to talk about what happened last night?" Blaine asked a while later.

"Which thing? You'll have to be more specific," Kurt said. "Are you talking about Sue showing up out of the blue once again after a battle with the Shadow forces? Or the fact that Trent and Artie were making out in the elevator when we decided to go down to the lobby to get some popcorn after our talk with everyone else? Or were you possibly talking about the rather intimate hug Wes and David were sharing in the hallway when we got back?"

Blaine chuckled. "Actually, I was talking about our declaration of marriage, but I suppose we should talk about the rest of it as well."

Kurt blushed, but smiled. "What's to talk about? We're married. I thought we agreed on that."

"Yes, but I noticed you didn't tell your dad that."

Kurt shifted until he was sitting up straighter. "You want me to tell my dad that we're married? Are you suicidal? He'd kill us both!"

"Don't you think you're overreacting?"

"Blaine, he threatened you with a nonexistent flamethrower when I told him we were dating."

"Nonexistent flamethrower notwithstanding, your dad and I have talked many times since then, and I think he'd be fine with it."

Kurt sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. "He still thinks of me as that little kid whose knees he had to patch up when I fell while learning to roller skate."

Blaine smiled. "You're his only child, of course he's always going to see you as the little boy he has to protect. But he also understands that you are grown up now. He'll be fine. He may not be happy about it, but he'll accept it."

Kurt sighed. "He'll insist we have a real wedding."

"So? I think that's a great idea. As you said, Mercedes will be upset if she doesn't get to be your Maid of Honor. We can have a ceremony when we reach our castle in Ireland."

"I still can't believe we own a castle."

...

They arrived back in Shibuya mid afternoon, and went directly to the third of four properties, an old temple on the outskirts of Shibuya, surrounded by a lush garden park. The Society believed the gardens were home to several tennyo, the Japanese equivalent of nymphs, and had purchased the area in the early eighteen hundreds.

While they didn't spot anything that resembled a nymph, the gardens were beautiful, and Kurt and Blaine couldn't help but notice how close Paul and Maggie were getting as they examined some of the vibrant flowers. It seemed like a lot of people were starting to realize their feelings for others.

...

They rejoined the rest of their friends and families for dinner at the fourth property they were to inspect, a large farmers' market, where the freshest produce and seafood was found year round. According to Society records, the area was blessed by a benevolent dragon to bring prosperity and good health to the families who had treated him well, and granted them bountiful harvests and filled their nets with fish.

Once they finished inspecting the area, they settled in to enjoy a feast prepared for them by a local chef, who was also a Society member, said to be descended from the same dragon that had blessed the area. The man had been excited to meet Grandpa Chang and Blaine, who had indulged his request to show him their dragon forms. They waited until well after dark to do so, of course, but still, the man had been awed.