Disclaimer:
"Glee" belongs to Ryan Murphy
"Dalton" belongs to CP Coulter
Kurt heard horses as he and Blaine walked away from the elephants, leaving Reed and Shane to finish washing them up. He squinted in the light to see. Another paddock was ahead of them. The light that managed its way through the clouds above shone on three whinnying horses – Arabians, if he wasn't mistaken. Two of them were white, and one was black, and all were gathered near the fence, where Kurt could see a feminine figure standing, stroking the black horse's forehead.
"Hey, Merril!" Blaine shouted.
The girl turned her head, flashing a sweet smile. She was rather beautiful, Kurt thought. Dark brown curls cascaded down her back and her eyes were a hazelnut brown. Her skin was the color of tea, and her teeth were a dazzling white.
"Hello Blaine." The girl cast her eyes to Kurt and noted the intertwined hands. "Who's this?"
"Kurt this is Merril Portman; she's the head of the horses in the show." Merril held out a dainty hand and Kurt shook it politely. "A pleasure to meet you." she said in a sing-song voice.
"You too." he said. He looked at the horses. "So, the show horses, you ride them?"
She laughed. "Yep, it's hard work, but I'm pretty good at it." She affectionately patted the muzzle of the one of the white horses, who whinnied in appreciation.
"You're lucky Merril. Kurt's the new costume designer." Blaine explained. He turned to Kurt. "Hers is, well…" he looked at Merril awkwardly. Merril shuddered. "…atrocious."
Kurt raised his eyebrows, interested. "May I see?"
Merril nodded. "C'mon. Blaine, will you watch them for me for a second?" Blaine nodded as he watched Merril lead Kurt to her camper.
He sighed leaning against the fence, absentmindedly patting the middle horse's nose. Kurt was…really pretty. Beautiful, even. He was sweet and kind, and Blaine liked his voice. He groaned and put his head into his hands. Here we go again, he thought tiredly. Love at first sight was something that was common amongst the Andersons. Shane had deliriously babbled about it when he had met Reed. And he had felt it when he saw Logan. But, that was a long time ago. And Logan was still sour. Maybe, if he had just looked at what was right in front of him…Blaine rolled his eyes. But he was sure that that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
"Hello Rabbit!"
"We've been looking for you!"
Blaine turned around, a smile forming on his face, only to be squirted in the eye by a bright fuchsia flower. The twins in front of him cackled as they hopped on to the fence beside him.
Ethan and Evan Brightman were…well, they didn't really have a job. They managed some of the stands at the fairground and provided a lot of the props for the show, with money from an unknown source. They had golden blonde hair and icy blue eyes, with matching grins that no one in their right mind trusted. Since their arrival at the Cirque, they had been causing mischief amongst everyone there.
"So, Rabbit." Ethan began.
"The Hare and the Hatter tell us – " Evan continued.
"That you've got the hots for the new costume designer!"
Blaine spluttered. "I DO NOT! I'm just showing him around." He crossed his arms and stared at the sparse grass.
The twins slid down from the fence beside him and placed their chins on both of his shoulders. "That's not what we heard!" They sang together.
Blaine groaned and put his head in his hand. "Shut up guys. Yes, he's cute. Yes I like him. But he just got here. To have this thrown at him would be more then he could handle."
The twins quirked their eyebrows. "Oh we'll see."
Kurt and Merril appeared from behind the trailers, accompanied by a rather buff boy with an arm around Merril. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes like Merril. Spencer Willis was smiling as he listened to Kurt and Merril talk about her costume, looking slightly confused at the fashion talk that the two were conversing in.
They reached the trio by the fence. "Hey." Kurt smiled as he sidled up to Blaine. Blaine grinned back, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. He gestured to the twins. "Kurt, these are the twins, Ethan and Evan."
"Ah." Kurt nodded, observing the two Cheshire grins. Then he frowned. "But who's Ethan and who's Evan?"
"Well, that's the mystery, isn't it?" they remarked in sync. Kurt's eyes widened. That's creepy.
Blaine saw the look in his eye. "C'mon, let's go before they unload their crazy on you." He took Kurt by the arm and led him away. Kurt waved at the four left at the paddock. "Bye!"
"See you Kurt!" Merril laughed. Spencer grinned and waved, while the twins smirked evilly. Oh, this was going to be fun.
The room was almost pitch black, with a single candle glowing in the middle of the black-topped table. A lone figure sat at the table, reading a small deck of cards. The boy brushed back some of his raven hair – it was short in the back, but had one overlong lock that hung over his right eye. His gray eyes scanned the cards.
Let's see, what's in for today?...the Twins will try and set off some stolen explosives, jeez, as long as it's not near my camper…um…Shane and Reed will get into a small spat, but they will make up by the end of the day, good…NEW PERSON?...WALKING BY MY CAMPER NOW?
The boy flew from his spot on the table and ran towards where he thought the window was. Instead, he slammed into the metal wall of the camper and fell to the floor.
Outside, Kurt and Blaine were discussing their recent exchange.
"So, let me get this straight: Merril's a male-to-female transgender."
"Correct." Blaine said, smiling at the knit in Kurt's eyebrows.
"And she and Spencer are dating."
"So far, so good."
"And they're using their wages to save up for her surgery."
"Yep." Blaine pursed his lips and reached for Kurt's hand. Kurt looked down, surprised, but tightened his grip all the same. It felt…right.
At that moment there was a loud bang from the camper on their right. They both flickered their eyes over to it, surprised at the sudden noise. Kurt looked at Blaine. "And who resides here?"
"The craziest out of everyone here." Blaine muttered. He walked over to the window and rapped on it. "Hello?" Nothing. "Dwight, you okay?"
A moment later the window flew open and Dwight Houston stuck his head out, rubbing a red spot on his temple. "Yeah, I'm fine…who's the new guy?" he mumbled, without looking up at Kurt.
Blaine stuck at thumb at him. "Our new costume designer, Kurt. Kurt, this is Dwight. He's our fortune-teller."
"Yeah, and the cool thing? I don't actually make shit up." Dwight groaned, before removing his hand and looking at them. He scanned Kurt, judging how many unholy spirits would follow him. "Would you like an example?"
"Um…sure." Kurt shrugged, looking at Blaine. Blaine merely raised his hands and let them fall to his sides. Go with it.
Kurt walked up to the window. Dwight grabbed his palm and practically eye-raped it, squinting and staring it, as if it had insulted him. Kurt was beginning to feel mildly uncomfortable when Dwight let his hand go.
"So here's what I've concluded: Tomorrow, something bad will happen that will need you to retreat to friends."
Kurt winced. Blaine stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm gently.
"Two, two lovers will cross your path, and you will have to choose between which in the future."
Kurt paled.
"And three…"
Kurt waited, biting his lip.
"…in half an hour, you will trip over your shoelaces and get grass stains."
Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He looked down, staring at his boots.
Dwight noticed this and turned red. "Oh, um…well, it was something to do with grass stains…" he mumbled, looking down.
Kurt chuckled. "It's fine Dwight, don't worry about it."
Dwight shrugged. "Whatever. Hope you enjoy yourself here."
"Thanks!" Kurt waved at the fortune-teller before turning away with Blaine and walking away.
Dwight watched them go. He could tell that something dark was approaching. So to prepare for the oncoming storm, he slammed his window shut and began to look for his pouch of rock salt, only to trip over the table leg in the darkness once again.
AN: So instead of Jogan, I added Tweedles and Dwight. Hopefully Jogan and everything else comes up next. But I wanted to get this in before vacation. Nashville for a week :) I'll have my laptop, but I doubt I'll be able to get much work in. But I'll try my best.
Currently listening to the POTC 4 soundtrack. BADASS.
I have a tumblr now – the manager won't let me put in the link, so it's on my profile – Check it out! Though there's not that much on there right now…
Well, I'll see you lovelies later!
Love Lala, xoxo