"Blunt Spell Trauma"
2. Abracadabra
On Saturday, Kurt had packed up his supplies, the food, everything, in his car, before driving off to pick up Blaine. He couldn't explain how pleased he was to be back in mystery night mode. It had always been a problem free aspect of his life, and now he was adding Blaine to that universe.
When he arrived to pick him up, he found the boy standing outside already, and he paused. He'd never seen him out of his Dalton clothes really, let alone a costume... His jaw dropped a little. It wasn't like they were employing the old conical hats, or cloaks. They would dress normally, but it didn't stop them from seeking out a certain style to set them apart, depending on their character. Blaine looked kind of... Mellow, almost hippy-light. Kurt had the time it took for him to walk to the car to let the sight of him to settle in his mind. Blaine sat in the passenger side and looked to Kurt.
"This is new," he looked impressed, and Kurt smiled. His hair was pulled back, not nearly as high as usual, his clothes dark. He looked in the back, saw all the boxes and containers.
"I'm going to need help setting up."
"Okay, let's go."
They got to school, and Rachel was waiting there, with the keys. Her own outfit felt like it fit well to Blaine's, style wise. They unloaded the boxes, carrying them into the school, some to the kitchens, others to the gym. After they had used it for their previous game, he was seeing the benefit of using that room instead of the show choir, with the size of it, the spread.
"Rachel, can you take care of the dinner?" Kurt asked her. "I have a lot to set up in the gym," he explained.
"Sure, no problem."
"Everything is mostly ready, you'll figure it out, and if you're not sure, I'm not far," he promised, thanking her with a nod before leading Blaine back to the gym. There, he pulled one box forward, putting it on a step in the bleachers before opening it and pulling something out. He turned to Blaine. "Give me your arm," he commanded with a smile. When Blaine did as told, he had a small smirk himself.
Kurt strapped a sort of stick at his arm, aligned at his arm, ending just about at his wrist. "What's that for?" Kurt tapped at the end of the stick and it lit up. "What's it for?" Blaine smiled, while Kurt re-tapped the end.
"Just bend your hand down to touch the end, then hold your hand out," Kurt mimed, and Blaine imitated him. "Until we somehow find a way to develop actual powers, we'll just have to use this to signal that we've cast a spell or used magic somehow," he explained.
"I like that," Blaine nodded.
"That's not all," Kurt tried not to sound too excited but it was hard, with how glad he was that his ideas were impressing Blaine. He pulled another box, from which he pulled an odd little pouch. "I had to test these,may more times than I'll admit, but I wanted to make sure they'd work. I call them magic bombs." With a flick of the wrist, he tossed out the thing, and when it hit the ground, it burst open with blue confetti. "It works when it hits people, too... Ask my dad," he blinked. Burt had been a good sport, though after a while of failed attempts, he'd get tired.
"That is really good," Blaine looked even more impressed.
"I have a whole bunch of them," he showed the box. "I tried to use as many different colors as possible so everyone has a different one. Everyone's got five pouches, I have to tell them to be moderate..."
"Anything else?" Blaine asked.
"Well, one thing, but I can't tell you yet," he smiled, a look of mischief on his face. "I wanted to try and rig some of the magic bombs at the ceiling, but there's only so much I can do," he indicated the high ceiling. "I had some ideas that were better than others, let's leave it at that."
With the test 'magic bomb' cleaned up, they had set everything up before going out to meet the others, who would have started to arrive. They were all huddled in their groups already.
The 'good witches and warlocks,' presently Mike, Finn, Tina, Mercedes, and Lauren, stood to one side. Their looks fit well with Blaine's and Rachel's as well, though everyone had their personal touches. Tina seemed very into flowers, while Mercedes was all about the flow. Finn looked fairly normal, not 'screaming' that he. iChat have been different. Mike looked the most zen of them all, but in a way that still gave sense that they shouldn't mess with him. And the Lauren, well... her policy seemed to be 'I may look dark,' but I am as good as they come.'
On the other side, the 'bad ones,' here Artie, Santana, and Quinn, all looked ready to make an impression. Artie had adopted the shadowy figure, down to the eyeliner, his glasses absent - he'd later assure them he had contacts. The girls looked ready to embody Jillian and Elizabeth, already giving subtle attention to one another. Santana's long dress made her an impressive sight, while Quinn looked like a deceptive flower, a rose with too many thorns to know what to do with.
And then there were Brittany, Sam, and Puck, the city folk. Brittany had that whole sort of innocent thing going for Sarah. Her 'uncle' Puck looked like he might not be a smiling supporter to the other groups, while her 'father,' the mayor, was definitely warm looking, leaving to see if that'd just be a front.
Rachel would soon rejoin them, moving to her group, along with Blaine. Kurt would equip his witches and warlocks with their 'spell indicators' and their load of 'magic bombs.' Their non-magic folk looked disappointed in some parts, but they'd get over it. They had their places to take, a game to start. Once he was sure everyone and everything was ready, he took a breath. They were set to go.
TO BE CONTINUED (TUESDAY)