Title: Over the seas
Written by: Sano
Pairings: Sam+Kurt, some Quick and whatever other couples I can come up with.
Warnings: Fluff
Ratings: PG13 for now but would go up in later chapters
Disclaimer: Don't own Glee, if I did it wouldn't be fit for family TV.
Summary: All Prince Samuel wanted was to live his life according to his own rules, and he never knew that saving a human could change the course of the rest of his life.
Author's notes: Inspired by Ajjizom's Hevans drawing of a merman Sam with his own Kurt statue and the whole Hevans does Little Mermaid art. This series is for you, Allison!
Chapter 2: Engagement
Shit! He was late! Sam thought as he swam furiously. Damn that overly-fluffy seaweed bed! Damn Puck for getting him drunk last night!
If he didn't make it, he would personally bash his fist into the mohawked merman's skull. Seeing the familiar island, he pumped his tail faster. Sunlight was already shimmering on the surface of the water and he cursed his best friend to the bottom of the shark-infested ocean.
A few more feet and he finally arrived.
Breaking the surface of the water as quietly as he could, he slowly swam to the large boulder that almost seemed second home to him each morning for the past week. Peeking around the edge, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lithe boy sitting gracefully on the rocks by the shore.
It seemed only yesterday that Sam had finally found the only person that made his life complete, but knowing that the person was actually a human didn't deter the future King of the Ocean one bit.
But it was a whale-sized hurdle that he couldn't even begin to cross.
He tossed and turned that night after the shipwreck, his pretty little blond head wracked with ideas on how to be together with Kurt. He considered going up to the surface and just telling him, but he quickly scrapped that idea since exposure of mermaids to humans was forbidden. Not only would he be endangering himself, but he would be killed by his father if he found out.
Slowly, with that huge-ass trident.
Plus, he didn't even know if Kurt would fall in love with him… something that beautiful probably had a legion of suitors just begging to be noticed, and Sam wasn't fond of getting his proposal slapped back into his face.
How could he court a human when he couldn't even manage to show himself without leading the other boy into a seizure?
Hoping to discover more about his ethereal love, he swam to the island where he left him the day before, hiding behind a boulder close to the shore as the first few glimmers of sunlight broke through the clouds.
The blond prince had no idea if Kurt would appear or not, but his gut told him to wait, that he needed a glimpse of the other boy before Sam changed his whole life just so he could be part of his.
Then as if by some awesome God in heaven, Kurt appeared on the shore. The boy seemed deep in thought as he twirled a wicked-looking sai sword in his left hand while walking. He sat down on one of the rocks on the beach, was quiet for a moment, and then began humming a bittersweet melody.
Sam watched, entranced at the boy's graceful hands twirling the sharp piece of metal as if it were made of ribbon and was slowly being seduced by the boy's voice.
For half an hour Kurt sat on the shore, silent except for the humming and the twirling, eyes scanning the water, as if searching for something, or someone. Then he would sigh heavily, stand up and walk back to the castle.
The next day Kurt came back to the beach with Sam hiding a mere few feet away from him. The merman would always be silent, content watching his love from afar, wishing with all his heart that he could reveal himself.
On the third day, Sam was leaning into the boulder when his arm hit a stray rock perched on top and it fell to the water with a splash. It was a small rock, but for all the silence of the ocean the sound was like a seal jumping into the water.
Kurt's head whizzed to where the blond boy was hiding, his back flat against the boulders, not even daring to breathe. The boy took 3 steps towards the water and Sam almost peed in his fins, then deciding that removing his designer leather boots off just so he could wade into the water to investigate a splash in the freakin' ocean was apparently too much paranoia, even for him. Then the human left and Sam was allowed to breathe again.
And so the routine began. The prince who never liked waking early unless it was due to his father's threats on killing him if he didn't arrive to the morning sessions on time, suddenly made the effort to wake up 2 hours before the scheduled meetings just so he could stare at Kurt and imagine that he was one of those sai swords.
On this particular day, Kurt seemed more perturbed than usual. Usually Sam would only see a purse of his lips, or a sigh. But this morning, his beautiful Kurt had a frown marring his features. He would give up his entire collection of 'Captain Seaweed and the jellyfish wars' just so he could hold the boy in his arms and comfort him.
The half hour was almost up and Sam watched with longing as Kurt stood up, brushed the sand carefully from his form-fitting pants and started to walk away. He saw the other boy's lips move. It might've been his imagination, or the wind's trick of carrying the boy's whispered words but Sam felt his chest tighten at those three words.
"Where are you?"
The prince was due in his father's chambers in an hour so he decided to get breakfast before heading there when he was detained by Puck.
"Dude! Where the hell have you been? Your dad has been ready to kill me because I couldn't tell you where you were!" Puck all but yelled at him.
"I was just at the surface, visiting Kurt." Sam whispered.
Puck looked ready to explode, "WHAT? You were at the sur-" Sam clamped a hand over his best friend's mouth before anyone heard them. Then another soldier from the kingdom suddenly appeared and proceeded to lead Sam to the receiving room where the Fabrays were apparently waiting for them.
Sam looked back at Puck, "Do you want to come with me, man? I would really like it if you met Quinn."
"Nah, man… blondes aren't my type."
"How did you know she's blonde?"
"Erm, just a guess…" Shooting a confused look at his friend, Sam swam away, his stomach in knots at meeting his future bride.
"So… what do you do in your spare time?" Sam asked Quinn as they explored the royal gardens of the East wing. The rare corals and sea flowers were talked about all over the ocean, since most of them were imported from foreign seas by his late mother.
Quinn had been silent throughout breakfast earlier with their fathers, speaking only when a question was directed at her. His father had said that the girl was perfect, misinterpreting her silence as being timid and following the dictates of decorum.
Sam fought himself from stating that her quietness wasn't borne of good manners, that the feeling of a net closing around you was a feeling he knew only too well. But he remained silent and just nodded in agreement with his father.
The girl was still silent, so Sam spoke again, "The flowers are beautiful, aren't they?" He waited for a response, anything at all to give notice to this farce of an engagement.
The last thing he expected was for the girl to burst into tears. At a loss, Sam looked around for a handkerchief or something, gave up and just led Quinn to sit on the stone bench. He sat down next to her and was patting her back awkwardly as she cried into his chest.
Quinn was hiccupping as she spoke, her voice choked with sadness. "I-I'm sorry, S-Sam. Our p-p-parents are forcing us to m-m-marry… I ju-just want you t-to know that I didn't plan this. You are the l-last-" She sniffed lamely and turned silent, tears trickling down her cheeks.
"It's okay, Quinn. I know what it's like to be forced into doing something by a parent." Sam shrugged, "I've been doing it since the day I was born. It's even written into my daily schedule, right after my 10 o'clock bathroom break." Quinn's face lit up with a small smile, which Sam returned.
They simply held each other for the next few minutes, each one trapped in a path that neither chose, but glad that they would be sharing it with someone who understood. Finally, Quinn lifted her head from Sam's shoulder and the prince stood up, holding out a hand to her. "So, shall we head back inside?"
Quinn shook her head, "Do you mind if you went ahead? I would like to be alone just for a few minutes." Nodding slowly, Sam went back inside the palace. She sighed heavily when the boy's form disappeared into the castle.
"What's up, melf?" Noah Puckerman appeared from behind one of the rare corals lining the garden and Quinn's heart leaped to her throat at the sight of the teenage merman.
"Go away, Puck. You have no business here." She snapped.
The other boy insolently leaned against the coral, his voice edged with amusement. "That's not what you told me on your debut. You seemed all up in my busi-" But was cut-off by the enraged mermaid.
"Don't ever speak of that night again! I was drunk and like the gentleman that you were, you took advantage of me!" Such a malevolent glare would've melted a lesser creature but Puck stood his ground, delighting in the exchange.
"Hey, you wanted it too!"
"Just go away." Puck didn't move, and she ground out. "I said, GO. AWAY. PUCK." Finally the boy seemed to get the hint and once he was gone, Quinn sat down again in defeat.
Her hand slowly crept over her stomach, fresh tears running down her face.
To be continued
Author's notes: Sorry if the updates are slow. I'm just taking real good care of this baby since the Little Mermaid is such a classic and I really don't want to ruin the plot. But please don't expect it be exactly like the story, I'll only be picking up on a few elements of the classic. Thank you for reading!
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