A/N: I don't own Glee (Ryan Murphy and Fox do) or anything else you might recognize here (like Disney!) but use them here with love.
Kurt blinked, momentarily blinded as they stepped out into the bright, sunny day. Sue gave him a cutely dimply smile, squeezed his hand, then shoved him out hard with a cheery, "out you go!", pushing right at his mid back. Kurt laughed at the absurdity of it and smiled too, letting his eyes adjust for a second while she joined him. The square in Adventureland was crowded, and it only took an instant for the first guests to find them.
"Look! It's Peter Pan! He's right over there, and Wendy's there too!", a little girl squealed, pulling her mother in their direction.
Kurt grinned at them and put his arms on his hips, and swept into a theatrical bow as they got closer. "Well, look at that, Wendy! She knows us even without Tinkerbell nearby. Do you think we should tell Tink?"
Wendy rolled her eyes a bit and performed for the children starting to swarm them. "Oh, Peter, I don't think you should bother. Besides, why give her something else to get mad about?" She turned to the children and acknowledged them with a curtsey. "Hello. Do forgive me, I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to change my clothes since getting back from Neverland. How do you do?"
Kurt smiled as the children and their parents seemed to respond in kind to Sue's excellent Wendy impression, complete with very proper manners. He posed as subtly as he could as many parents had started taking pictures, then squatted down as the little girl who'd spotted them beamed at him.
"Peter? My mama said I should ask first, if it's okay for you to get a picture with me," she murmured, suddenly shy.
"'Course!" Kurt looked around him, and then smiled a satisfied smile. "I was just making sure my shadow was still there." He turned to address it, nodding elaborately so his shadow looked animated. "Shadow? Behave for these nice people. Will you do that?" He nodded, staring intently at his shadow, and turned to her. "Sure. Come right over!"
The little girl grabbed her toddling brother, who looked confused but joined her all the same. Kurt smiled, an arm around each of them, and allowed the pleased parents to take pictures. After several families had gotten their pictures Wendy teased him so they could hear her. "Well, Peter, we better get exploring. If you stay there in one place doing nothing but posing for pictures you'll be as vain as Tinkerbell herself."
Kurt frowned in character. "Wendy, I don't know why you don't get along better with Tinkerbell..." he trailed off, looking mystified.
"As if you'd understand," she said wearily. "Didn't you promise to show me around?"
Kurt noticed the adults smile appreciatively at their banter, as their distracted children got ready to swarm to the next thing that caught their attention.
"Follow me, Princess, if you want to visit the market," Blaine said to Rachel, reaching for her hand.
"Do you think it's safe? Father would be so upset if he knew I was out here," she replied.
"Do you trust me?" He turned to her and smiled, looking at her with a mischievous expression, and noticing out of the corner of his eye that the crowd gathering around them was loving it.
She rolled her eyes and shrugged prettily. "What choice do I have? Oh, and you must have a better name than 'street rat' – isn't that what that man at the stall over there called you?"
"My name is Aladdin, and I am at your service," he said, bowing deeply and inclining his head. "I know this place like the back of my hand," he bragged, puffing out his chest as he got up. "What could go wrong?"
Rachel giggled as Jasmine, and shook her head, taking his hand and going to look at some Middle Eastern wares. They stopped in front of that stall, and prepared to sign autographs, pose, and mix with the guests.
"She's kind of short for Jasmine," a middle-aged man said only a few feet away. "I mean, is the regular one on vacation? Though you're right, Phyllis, this one does look Middle Eastern. I just hope she's American. I mean, you know how the terrorists just want to get in here and cause trouble."
Blaine looked at Rachel. He knew she could hear it as well as he could, though he thought she was hiding it well. The children were ignoring the season pass holder, who actually came so often he sort of looked familiar, and had his pass dangling from a Disney lanyard that clashed with his brown, sweaty tee-shirt. He squatted down and spoke to the children. "Have any of you seen Abu? He always seems to get into something when he's here."
"Too bad I had to leave Rajah at the palace," Rachel sighed, her eyes flicking to the season pass holder for a split second.
"Well, let's see... the most beautiful girl in the kingdom, wandering around the market with the Princess' pet tiger... I don't think the guards could possibly miss that." His eyebrows danced as he teased her, a few of the children squealing and asking if they could meet her pet.
"No, he's right," she told them. "But I do have something special I can share with you that reminds me of him. Do you want to see?"
Blaine breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed that the season pass holder had moved on already.
"Okay, I'll show you," and she smiled a big show smile at them as she fished out her good luck charm from Kurt that fit right in the small concealed pocket where she kept a pen for signing autographs. She accepted a little girl's autograph book and opened it to a fresh page, and snapped open the bottom of the marker, stamped it, then signed her name for the child.
"Look! I've got a paw print!" the little girl said excitedly, pointing at the purple impression. "This is so cool." She saw her mother motion something to her, and added, "oh, and thank you very much!"
"You're welcome," Rachel laughed, already busy signing another, as Blaine did the same. Then they posed for pictures with several groups and individuals.
"Time for your first break," Mercedes told them with a smile, as the crowd thinned a little with the appearance of Tigger and Rabbit across the square.
"Already?" Rachel looked at her in shock.
"Quick, while there's a distraction going on," Mercedes said quietly, smiling all the while.
"Princess, there was something I was going to show you about that stall over there," Blaine pointed to a display near the camouflaged exit to the staff area.
"Oh, all right," she smiled at him, following happily.
It had been a long year, she thought, as she ducked with him into the break area. Finn was gone, a little over a year ago now, and she hadn't had any serious dates, though she'd gone on plenty of group things with NYADA friends. She was still careful about when and where she allowed herself to think of him, since she knew how quickly remembering him could lead to tears.
But this boy, she thought, breathing easily now in the air-conditioned corridor, was adorable and seemed really sweet. She smiled grimly, recalling that Santana had informed her that most of the Disney princes didn't play for her team, and that if she meant it when she said she was willing to meet new guys, why not stay at the diner and meet cute New Yorkers?
She rolled her eyes at the memory. Santana may have meant well, but she was probably exaggerating. Her dads had said Up With People, where they met as performers one summer, had the same reputation, and they'd known at least one straight couple who'd met there.
Aladdin (she was annoyed that she couldn't remember his name) turned and smiled a gentle smile at her. "Well, you made it through to your first break time." He reached for a cup of ice water and handed her one. "And Gina knows all about your contraband, but decided it's okay," he added, with a wink.
"Um... um..." she flailed for a moment. "That's good. Kurt and I gave each other good luck charms."
He took a long drink of his own water, and she did the same, almost finishing it in one go. "I know. I saw his too." He finished off his water, and went to refill it, accepting hers too without a word.
Ooh, such a gentleman, Rachel squealed inwardly. Cute, attentive, and what a flirt! She beamed at him when he returned moments later with their cups.
"So, how do you and Kurt know each other?" Blaine asked.
"We're roommates... well, it's sort of a loft with one huge room so technically, yeah, and, we go back all the way to when we started high school." She drank some more, then looked up at him coyly. "But you're from Ohio too, right? You look familiar to me, somehow."
"Blaine Devon Anderson, from the Dalton Academy Warblers," he bowed deeply, "at your service."
"No!" She stepped back, shocked. "Yes, yes, that's exactly who you are! You were our fiercest competition, well except for Vocal Adrenaline," she rambled excitedly. "You were their lead soloist! Get out!"
"Guilty as charged," Blaine chuckled. "And you, Rachel Barbra Berry, were the Council's worst nightmare. We beat you once, but you beat us – twice!"
"No hard feelings?" Rachel asked, giving him sad puppy eyes with a comic frown.
"No," he laughed. "You always won fair and square."
"Wait a minute," Blaine looked at her, awash in his memories. "Kurt! I remember when we faced off for Regionals when I was a junior -"
"We had to do vintage numbers," she added helpfully.
"He sang lead on 'I Want To Hold Your Hand'," he said, with a faraway look on his face. "It was so beautiful."
"He helped us beat you that year," she admitted.
Blaine looked confused. "But I don't remember anything else where he was lead. It's not like you could forget a voice like that."
Rachel looked at her feet, her cheeks coloring under her makeup. "Except for one other time in Sectionals, not against the Warblers, I think, you're right." She looked up at him and took another sip of her water. "But I'll tell him you remember his performance."
"Thank you, that would be so nice."
"No problem," she said briskly. "Now, tell me about your life after Warbling..."
A/N: Hello, and thank you, dear readers. I am pleased to welcome you back to my story, and so honored by all the follows and favorites. I hope you continue to enjoy!