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: Sorry it took so long for me to make an update. Lots of plot ideas for this series and I'm trying to fix everything up. Please be warned that I will not be following the original LM plot, just the concept and some of the elements. Hope you guys still like it!

Thank you to tumblr, the Kumbledore Army and the canoe for keeping me inspired to write for this wonderful pairing. I suddenly had the inspiration when Chris Colfer tweeted Chord Overstreet, TWICE in ONE DAY. COLFERSTREET FTW.

Chapter 3: Enough is enough

Sam had just walked out of his father's chambers during one of their daily sessions, his head pounding with a severe headache because of the amount of paperwork for the wedding. Marriage contracts, agreements, blueprints for the castle that were being built on a plot of seafloor a few miles from the Kingdom… it was enough to make the blond prince tear out his hair in frustration.

The wedding was in two weeks and Sam was starting the feel the ephemeral net closing in. His father only gave him a 15 minute break to 'clear the muddle' out of his head before they resumed talking about the wedding.

It was times like these that he wished a shark would just come out and bite his head off, anything to get him out of this sham of a wedding ceremony.

He was walking towards the kitchen to grab something to eat and was wracking his head on what to do about Kurt, but ended up fantasizing about the human wrapped in his arms when his fantasy was rudely interrupted by a shout from his best friend.

"EVANS! Man, have I got a surprise for you!" Seriously, the way that Noah Puckerman manhandled him every single day would've gotten a local merman flayed alive by the royal army as the mohawked-merman grabbed his forearm none-too-gently and dragged him outside the huge double doors of the kingdom.

The guards were already used to the sight of the arguing prince and his best friend since they've been little kids and used to throw shells at each other over who gets the last cup of chocolate pudding, and were unfazed by the daily display.

But the soldiers unknowingly enjoyed their bickering. The ocean floor was often quiet and boring and the unlikely friendship between the blond prince and the commoner was something that brightened up the kingdom.

"Would you just tell me what's going on, Puck? I have to get back or my father would kill me!" Sam was getting tired of always being dragged to whatever shenanigans that Puck had planned, like the time that he found an underground bar that served drinks to under-aged sea creatures.

He was not gonna go home drunk again, his ears practically bled as he remembered the scalding lecture he got from his father the next day about 'decorum' while nursing a major hangover.

Puck ignored him and continued to drag Sam somewhere that would probably get them killed or get them into trouble. "Just calm yo tits, dude. We're almost there!"

Sam rolled his eyes and was about to rain a volley of insults and expletives onto his best friend's head when he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. His eyes widened and the dumbstruck expression on his face had Puck bursting into laughter.

Right in front of him was the statue of Kurt Hummel that was given as a gift by his stepbrother. Swimming over to the statue slowly, Sam lifted a hand to the marble cheek. It wouldn't compare to the real thing, but the features were almost similar that the now-familiar ache of longing started in his chest again.

Puck was laughing his ass off at how flabbergasted Sam looked but then quieted as he watched his best friend touch the statue's face as gently as he would do with the real person. He shook his head as an image of a beautiful blonde girl with a smile that could turn his innards into mush flashed into his mind.

"You're really into him, huh?" Puck asked. Sam turned to him, a weary look on his face.

"Being 'into him' is the understatement of the year, Puck." He sighed loudly and looked at the statue's face again. "How did you get this?"

A triumphant grin spread across his face as he answered, "I was with dad earlier on his patrol when we saw this here. We were supposed to bring it to the workshop so they could use it or something, but I asked him if I could have it for when we have shooting practice." He was obviously proud of his ruse but Sam wasn't convinced.

"Dude, I'm totally grateful that you got this but what if your dad says something?" Sam was practically hyperventilating with a mix of fear if his dad discovered the statue and excitement over the fact that his friend knew how much the statue would mean to him.

"Don't worry about it, man. Dad's not a blabbermouth. He's a soldier so he's pretty tight-lipped about everything." His friend was silent as he stared at the statue and the mohawked-teen sighed.

"How are the wedding preparations?"

"Utter hell, man. Father won't be satisfied until the Ocean will be puking gold and guts about the wedding but Quinn… she's been great through all this. We like each other and all as friends, but being married? I… I don't really know what to do…" He trailed off and Puck clapped him on the back before leaving him alone to his thoughts.

Sam sat down besides the statue and laid his head on its knee, imagining that it was Kurt's lap as he thought of his future with Quinn and how unbearably bereft it would be without Kurt in his life.

The King was known for his volatile temper, and anyone who ever saw him with his trident would have good reason to never cross him. And he never really dealt with the palace guards personally, but today he made an exception since Sam never came back to their meeting.

"Where is Samuel?" King Evans practically boomed at the sentry of palace guards lining the entryway. Trained as they were to remain stoic, some of the mermen guards were quaking in their spots.

The King crossed his arms over his chest and was practically shaking from rage, the trident was flashing menacingly as it floated beside him. He raised his eyebrow at an unfortunate soldier in front of him and the guard stammered out, "H-He left an hour ago, your Highness. He was with Noah Puckerman. We d-don't know where they went."

Absorbing this information, King Evans grabbed the trident and shouted, "Out of the 300 hundred people who work in this kingdom, NONE of you know where the prince went?" When they remained silent, the king went on insulting the guards for their stupidity and ignorance when suddenly one of the soldiers stepped out from the side of the line.

"Your Highness, I have a feeling where they might be." Levi Puckerman never spoke out of turn during his career as one of the royal palace guards. He wasn't that distinguished as a soldier and people have whispered that the only reason he was still in the palace was because of his son's friendship with the prince. But he really couldn't stand by when the King was obviously inches from killing someone.

Finally, the King stopped in his ranting and nodded at him, "Lead me there."

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" A melodious voice spoke up.

Sam opened his eyes and blinked at the sudden onslaught of sunlight, "What the-" The waters never got this bright, even at midday, and was already pulling the blankets over his head to shut out the offending light when hands suddenly pulled the sheet out his hands.

"Five more…" Sam trailed off, really, how could he form any coherent thought when the boy of his dreams was sitting in front of him on the bed, and smiling so sweetly that his heart stopped.

Oh, God. If he was dreaming, please never wake him up.

He must've been staring because the other boy was suddenly chuckling, "I know you're slow in the mornings but really, Sam, you have got to get dressed. We have a million things to do today and the tailors are already here and…" The blond prince was mesmerized by the way the human's lips moved as he recited a list of things they had to get done for the day.

"Kurt!" Sam was getting confused, "What's happening?" His head was spinning with visions of Kurt during the shipwreck, as he sat on the seashore and humming a tune, of Quinn crying into his shoulders.

But Kurt was serene as he spoke, "It's for our wedding! Now come on!" He pulled the blond to his feet and Sam freaked out when he looked down and saw his tail had turned into clothed legs.

What the actual fuck?

Kurt gave an exasperated sigh, "Wake up, Sam!" Sam looked at the beautiful boy, down at his legs, then back to the brunette. His head spun again and he felt close to throwing up.

"Wake up… wake up… wake up… wake up… WAKE UP, SAMUEL!"

He felt a smack against the back of his head and he suddenly darted up from his position on the floor, hitting his head on the statue's arm, as the image of Kurt disappeared. Sam whipped his head around and his stomach plummeted at the sight of his father in all his raging glory. Levi Puckerman was behind him and was looking down in silence.

Shit, a voice muttered in his head.

"Uh, F-Father, what are you doing here?" He stood up in front of the statue, attempting a casual look while his father eyed the statue of a human with disapproval, a frown on his face.

"I was waiting for you and you never came back. I though you were off gallivanting on one of your childish adventures with Noah but apparently you were fawning all over this…" He gestured disdainfully at the marble Kurt, "… hateful thing."

Sam chose to ignore his father's last remark, because the King was angry enough already and better to get him away before he did anything drastic with the remaining tie he had with Kurt Hummel. "I-I fell asleep. I'm really sorry. So why don't we get back?" He was starting to swim off, but his father remained standing in front of the statue.

"Kurt… was it? I heard you mumble that name while you were sleeping."

The blonde prince felt dread settling in his stomach as the trident in his father's hands flashed. "Uhm that was nothing… just a silly dream, I think we should really get back now, your Highness." Wary hazel eyes looked into his father's narrowed ones and he didn't have the time to react before the trident slashed in the water and a beam of light shot into the statue's chest.

"No!" Sam shouted and Levi winced at the note of pain in the boy's voice. He didn't know what the statue really was; only that Noah insisted that he keep it for Sam. He thought that it was trivial, but apparently, something much more serious was connected to the statue of the human and the blond prince.

The noise of the marble bursting into pieces echoed loudly throughout the ocean and the boy sank to the sand next to the pile of rubble, his dreams crumbling into pretty much the same state, and for the first time in his life raised furious eyes to his father. "You didn't have to do this!" He shouted.

King Evans was surprised at his son's indolence, "Are you stupid enough to think that I don't know what you've been doing for the past week? Going to the surface and mooning over some human boy." At the boy's shocked expression, he continued, "Do you actually believe that the heir to the crown can be with a human?" His voice was laced with disgust, whether because his son was in love with a human or that the human's gender was male, Sam couldn't tell. Knowing his father, either way he was doomed.

"You and your childish dreams! You are to marry Quinn Fabray and you start clearing your head of those stupid dreams. You are the future King of this Kingdom and I will not tolerate this kind of behavior! Try to remember that, Samuel." After one last disappointed look at his son, King Evans swam away with Levi, who threw the broken boy an apologetic look before following.

Sam was letting his hands sift through the rubble, trying to find a piece that wasn't totally destroyed and lifted the largest piece left. He stared into Kurt's face for a moment and stood up, clutching the piece of marble in his hands tightly as he swam towards the dark waters where the sea witch, Sue Sylvester, lived.

To be continued

Author's notes: Again, thank you for everyone who's been following the series! And for those who don't know, I'm Marga a.k.a wantmore83 from tumblr.

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