Disclaimer:
"Glee" belongs to Ryan Murphy
"Dalton" belongs to CP Coulter
Blaine led Kurt hand in hand across the fairground. The circle of caravans, campers, and trucks surrounded a mass of colorful tents, all of which advertised different circus acts. Kurt gazed around in wonder and Blaine laughed at the look on his face. "Yeah, it's pretty special, isn't it?"
Kurt nodded, his smile remaining.
Blaine approached a medium sized camper. He shouldered open the door. "This is my camper, and it's probably going to become yours too."
Kurt gaped. "What do you mean?"
Blaine shrugged. "Well, I don't think we have any other open campers, really. And my brother moved out of this one, so there's a spare bed. You can stay here if you want." He looked, Kurt thought, somewhat hopeful.
The world was trying to kill Kurt, he had no doubt now. First introducing him to Blaine, and then telling him he had to share a room with said rather hot boy?
Naturally. He shouldn't have expected anything less.
Kurt smiled. "Yeah, it's fine." Blaine grinned and stepped aside to let Kurt in.
The carpet was a plush, midnight blue. There was a bunk bed in the far right corner, the top only about a foot and a half from the ceiling of the camper. There was lots of pillows and the blankets were a pale blue, that complemented the carpet. There were also curtains that were hung from the railings of the bed and the ceiling, to give the occupants some privacy if needed. There was a dresser straight ahead of him, and to the right of that was a counter, with a mini-refrigerator. Beside that were a couch and a chair, with a side table. Windows dotted the walls, letting in the weak autumn sunshine.
"This is…really nice." Kurt commented. To be honest, he'd expected something cheap, but this was a like a mini luxury suite. Blaine laughed. "I know. It's really homey. We need all of the blankets for the winter, since we don't have heating. There has to be at least two people per camper, so that when we're traveling, we can take turns driving."
Kurt nodded. He turned back. "Are you sure you're okay with me staying here?"
Blaine grinned again. That smile was becoming infectious, and Kurt felt his heart flutter. "It's more than okay." Blaine reassured. Kurt still looked nervous. "Well, um..."
Blaine cocked his head adorably to the side. "Kurt? What's wrong?"
"I'm gay." Kurt closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable slang that would follow his statement.
"Kurt, there are a lot of us here that are gay. Me, for example. And my brother. And lots of others . Please don't worry about not being accepted."
Kurt felt tears rise up to his eyes. He couldn't remember the last time someone had been so gentle like this. He sat down on the bottom bunk, a smile making its way across his face.
Blaine sat down beside him and squeezed his hand. He didn't know what Kurt had gone through, but he sure as hell was going to make sure he knew he had a home here. "It'll be fine. I'll be with you every step of the way."
Kurt looked up at Blaine. "Thank you." he whispered hoarsely.
"So, who are we going to see?" Kurt inquired as the two walked across the field, still hand-in-hand.
"Our magicians." Blaine approached a gray tent that read Hughes & Sullivan: Magnificent Magicians!
Blaine stepped forward and pulled aside the flap to the tent. "Wes? David? Anyone there?"
Kurt walked in behind him. The room was dark, save for a few patches of light where there were roll-up windows. There was a single table in the middle of the room, which held a top hat, a carrot, and a cage, which contained a fluffy white rabbit.
A girl stepped out of the shadows of the tent. She was very pretty, with long, wavy, chestnut brown hair and big blue eyes. She grinned when she saw the two.
"Hey Blaine. Neither of the boys are here right now. Still sleeping in." She rolled her eyes.
"Hey Kat. Kurt, this is Katherine Rivers, the magician's assistant." Katherine stepped forward and held out her hand. Kurt politely shook it. "I like your blouse, by the way. Is it Dior?"
"Yeah, it is!" Katherine looked pleased. "Not many fashion-knowledgeable people here. Good to have another."
"Kurt's going to be our new costume designer." Blaine added.
Katherine grinned ear to ear. "That's awesome! Our old designer quit a few weeks ago. I swear, she had no sense of style at all. And we never got a say in what we were wearing." Katherine shook her head sadly. "You'll let us give our opinion?"
"Definitely." Kurt nodded breezily.
At that moment, there was a rustle at the front of the tent. Two boys their age stepped through: one was African-American, and the other was Oriental-looking.
The oriental boy looked at Kurt. "Blaine, who's your friend?"
"Kurt, meet Wes Hughes – " Blaine gestured to the oriental boy, who bowed with a flourish, "-and David Sullivan, our magicians." David grinned and walked around to Katherine, who laced their hands.
"Guys, this is Kurt Hummel, our new costume designer." David grinned and stuck out his hand. "Nice to meet you Kurt. You're going to love it here." Kurt shook his hand and smiled.
"I'm pretty sure I will. Everyone's been so nice so far."
Wes shrugged. "Most of us are. If we're not nice, then we're at least tolerable. And we're all mad."
Kurt's eyes widened. "Angry mad or crazy mad?"
"Crazy. Very crazy."
This wasn't exactly reassuring. Kurt blanched. Blaine rolled his eyes at the boys and said, "Great, now he's scared." He reached and squeezed Kurt's hand again. "Don't worry, we're all of good kind."
Wes, David, and Katherine all saw the look in Blaine's eyes, one they hadn't seen for a long time, since he had met the show's sword swallower. And that hadn't worked out so well. But Kurt seemed to be an acceptable guy. Handsome, kind, and he seemed to like Blaine as well, they noted.
They snapped out of their thoughts. Blaine was talking. "…going to show Kurt around a little more. See you guys later!"
"Bye!" they yelled, as the two walked out of the tent.
Wes turned to David. "You saw the look?"
David nodded, grinning ear to ear. "On both of them."
Wes whipped out his cell phone and sent a text to the twins. Those two were always slinking around, and they knew just about everything about everyone. Surely they could do a little research about this Kurt Hummel, and whether he would be a potential boyfriend for the ringmaster's assistant.
New costume designer. Name's Kurt Hummel. He and Blaine have the hots for each other! :D You know what to do!
-WizardWes
A moment later a reply came.
Not a problem, Hare ;)
-Tweedles
Reed raised the hose a little higher as he sang a little higher. Daisy the elephant trumpeted in pleasure. Her trunk snaked around and felt around Reed, who rolled his eyes and pushed the trunk away. "Down, girl." He patted the rough hide of the beast.
Yes, he, clumsy tiny Reed van Kamp, was the elephant handler. For some reason, the creatures had taken a liking to him. Not only did he wash, feed, and train the animals, but he was a performer too.
When he had first arrived at the Cirque, the creatures were friendlier to him than most others. The old handler had noticed this, and has asked Reed to take on the role of his apprentice. Reed had happily done so, more than relieved to have found a family that accepted him. He was also rather good at his job. Handling the beasts was easy, and he had better balance on an elephant then he did on his own two feet. Then the handler had died about a year ago, leaving all of the responsibility to Reed. Luckily, it was a job that Reed loved.
A pair of warm arms encircled his waist and he felt a kiss on the top of his strawberry blonde curls. "Hey baby." A husky voice whispered in his ear.
Reed giggled. "Hello Shane." Shane released him and leaned casually against Daisy. The trapeze artist's curls flopped over his eyes and his marbled green-gray eyes sparkled. "Enjoying the bath?" he asked playfully, eyeing up Reed's soaked figure.
"Yes, would you like to join me?" He turned the hose on Shane, who sputtered and raised his hands to protect himself. Reed laughed and moved closer. Shane dodged out of the way and grabbed Reed from behind again. He lifted Reed into the air. Reed kicked his legs. Both boys laughed. Daisy the elephant made a noise of annoyance and sidled away.
Blaine and Kurt approached the paddock. Kurt raised his eyebrows. "And who's that happy couple?"
Blaine smiled. "The taller one is my younger brother Shane. He's crazy, just so you know. The other is Reed, our elephant handler and Shane's boyfriend. I honestly don't know how he handles Shane. They're polar opposites." Blaine thought for a moment. "I think you too will get along. He's pretty fashion savvy too."
Kurt smiled. "Sounds good."
The two walked up to the fence. The couple noticed them and stopped, wiping water out of their hair, still giggling. They stumbled towards Blaine and Kurt. "Hey," Shane grinned. "How goes it big bro?" He slung an arm around Blaine. Kurt noticed the significant difference in height between the brothers and raised an amused eyebrow.
"Yes, he is younger than me." Blaine said, irritated. Shane just laughed and stepped away.
Reed cast a friendly eye over the newcomer, appraising the outfit with an expert eye. Pretty good, he thought approvingly. Kurt looked over Reed's outfit as well. He pursed his lips – "Aren't those from last season Dolce & Gabbana?"
Reed nodded excitedly. "Yeah, they are. It's why I use them when I'm with the elephants. Don't worry, I have some current season stuff back in my camper. I just don't want to ruin them." Kurt nodded in understanding.
"Shane, Reed, meet Kurt, our new costume designer." Blaine grinned. Shane's eyes widened. "Cool!"
"Yeah, we could use some new stuff." Reed laughed. "And you actually seem to have a good sense of fashion, unlike the last one." He grimaced.
Kurt nodded again. "So I've heard."
Shane grinned. "Well, it's nice to have you in our family!"
Kurt smiled gratefully. "Thank you, it…means a lot." In fact, he couldn't even begin to describe how wonderful this all felt.
AN: Next up, Jogan & Sperril! :D
And hopefully everyone else after that.
So today was my last day of school, and my friend (HELLO DEAR!) had an "end of year" pool party. We all got pushed into the pool, and we watched Doctor Who – one of the Weeping Angels episode.
I am scared to turn my back, or blink. (Hey, friend! Why did you let me watch it? I won't be sleeping tonight!)
Well, wish me luck sleeping. Good night!
Love Lala, xoxo