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.

[Cue the Glee voiceover guy: So, here's what you missed! Rachel convinced Kurt to go with her to work on the summer college student program at Disney World. They both got jobs as performers, and found out Mercedes was working there too. Rachel's discovered one of their mentors is a blast from their past, and she's sort of crushing on her former competitor, Dalton Academy's old lead singer, Blaine Anderson. So, that's what you missed!]

"Look, Maurice, right there," the silver-haired woman pointed at the costumed couple a short distance away, and moved closer to them to watch them.

"What?" he said, following her.

They were close enough now to hear the characters talking. "Those two, they are so adorable." She smiled up at him. "There you go; we've never seen them, and I think they count."

Her husband stood closer, enjoying watching the couple along with her. "All right, Genie, you win. You did find something we'd never seen before, since I don't recognize them, and they're good, so I'll say you won this one. Where are we having lunch – my treat?"

She smiled again, and got out her iphone to check her options. "Epcot – Italy." Her attention drifted back to the characters for a few moments. "Do you suppose they're a real couple?" she wondered out loud.

He studied them for a minute, after joining her on a nearby bench that a family had just vacated. "They could be," he said. "Much more convincing than last time we were here – remember that Cinderella and her Prince Charming? Totally bogus," he said, in a clear imitation of one of their grandsons, prompting giggles from his wife.

"Well these two make a really cute couple," she said dreamily.

He stood up, evidently ready to be on the move again, and held out his hand to help her. "Did you already make a reservation on your phone for lunch?"

Blaine saw the older couple leaving and smiled at them. More passholders, but these ones were nice, and he was glad their performance measured up. Mercedes organized the onlookers who wanted pictures and autographs, and he joined Rachel under the awning of the stand selling scarves to do it (he knew it provided a nice backdrop for them too).

"Princess, I think I saw some of the palace guards," Mercedes told her.

"You don't think they saw me here, do you?" she asked dramatically, a hand flying to cover her heart as she ducked her head and looked around.

"The guards and I don't really get along," Blaine added. "Maybe we should leave for a while."

"I think if you go that way they'll never find you," Mercedes told them, and a few of the guests waved to them as they retreated. He led her back to the offstage area. When they were inside, he turned to her.

"You're doing great."

Rachel beamed back at him. "You think so? Of course, having a good partner really helps," she cocked her head, looking at him from under the sweep of her fake eyelashes.

"No, really," he protested, "no one would ever guess this is your first day being out there." He changed his tone, back to his Aladdin voice. "And now, esteemed effendi, we eat!"

"I am suddenly kind of hungry. Do we get to eat with Kurt?"

He looked towards the door they'd just used. "Probably not. They don't want all the characters to leave at once. Just little old me for company."

She smiled warmly at him. "Don't say that like it's a bad thing. Maybe we can make plans for later?"

"I think that would be great," he smiled back at her. "Maybe Kurt can join us too. Oh, and your friend, Mercedes. Hey, wait a minute, she was in your show choir too – I remember her!" He exhaled noisily. "It's amazing we ever beat you, you guys had so much talent."

"Definitely true," she nodded. "You should have seen the fights for solos in our choir room back then!"

He raised his eyebrows at this, and she studied the cute triangles they made.

Blaine shifted uncomfortably in line as she noticed him studying his face, then smiled nervously. "Yes, they're real. These are my eyebrows, full time. They don't add a thing to them." He smiled at her. "It's okay, I know you were looking."

She laughed and laid a hand on his bare arm, and looked closer at his face, this time admiring his long eyelashes, which, she decided, were just as real. His makeup was minimal, but she thought he didn't look like he'd need any as Aladdin: he already had great eyes (and lashes and eyebrows, well, the brows were a touch cartoony, but that worked for the character), and while he was wearing a black wig under his costume hat, she guessed his natural hair was probably just as dark. She looked at his partially exposed chest, then abruptly got the feeling that she'd been looking too long, and looked up, making a show of scrutinizing the menu and blushing.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I mean, it's lucky to have the right features for the character."

He chuckled, joining her in looking at the menu board he knew by heart. "They do actually pluck my eyebrows a little. Not my favorite thing ever. That and I have to shave my face twice a day in costume."

She turned around to look again at his face. He continued, "And if I have a three day weekend I start to look like a cave man."

She beamed at him and laughed prettily. "I think I could see you rocking that look. Well, the face, I mean. But I hope you have better fashion sense than that."

He shook his head and smirked. "I guess it depends on your taste. No, I assure you, I do not don caveman couture. Au contraire."

She edged forward, close to being able to select her lunch. "Color me intrigued," she giggled, waggling her eyebrows.

Kurt followed Sue's lead, as she headed to a shady area near the Swiss Family Robinson's tree. "Honey," she addressed him in her native Georgia drawl, "stick with me. I don't like too much sun either, and the guests like this spot too, so this one here's a good 'un."

The crowds were momentarily absorbed with watching Mickey and Pluto out in the square. Minnie joined them, and the children flocked to them as they waved and gestured to each other and the guests. Pluto's antics seemed to be a big favorite, and he kept the kids happy as they waited to be photographed with Mickey and Minnie.

"So, you and your roommate?" Sue asked him.

Like her, he was facing out at the crowd, ready to be 'on' any instant. "Rachel? Well, we both go to NYADA. That's a performing arts college in New York."

"She's not your girlfriend, is she," Sue drawled.

"No," he smiled tightly.

"Not your team, am I right?" She teased him.

He turned to her, and she could see him pinking up under his makeup. "What makes you say that?"

"Sugar, I mean, no offense," she said, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "It's all in who you look at. And in your case, it's not the Princesses, so it's not like it's hard to figure it out." She noticed his guarded expression. "Look, honey, I don't care a bit. I've been with my boyfriend for two years, and I didn't mean anything by it." She added in a rush, "look, we'll talk at lunch, and I can fill you in on who's taken and who's not, where to go for fun, all that. Okay?"

He glanced back at her and smiled, looking more relaxed. "Okay. Sorry – I mean, where I went to high school I got a lot of crap."

"Sugar," she murmured in her softest tone, "showtime, in like three seconds. Remember, no cussin', not even the mild ones." She straightened up and instantly became Wendy as she smoothed her nightgown and schooled her expression.

"Wendy," he joined her in getting back in character, "this tree is huge! I think maybe it's bigger than any tree we have back in Neverland!"

"Peter Pan!" A little boy pointed at them excitedly, tugging on his mother's arm.

"And look!" The mother played along. "Wendy too!"

The little boy hurried over to them, then darted back to drag his mother over faster. "C'mon, mom!"

Coming back to the backstage area for what would be her last break of the day, Rachel's eyes darted to the big clock on the wall. She grabbed a cup of ice water and started downing it greedily.

"There you are!" Kurt loped over to her, quickly emptying his own cup. "Well, we're almost in the clear. One more shift until quitting time."

"It's good, though, right? I mean, exhausting, sure, but I think it went pretty well. How about you?" She looked at him with concern.

He smiled a tired smile. "Good. It's good," he nodded. "Sue really knows her stuff, and she's like a shade ninja – she knows how to keep us out of the sun without it looking like we're insomniac vampires. She's really nice too."

Rachel grinned. "So's my Aladdin. As a matter of fact, he offered to take us out after. He even asked Mercedes if she could come too, but she's got a voice lesson so she couldn't. There's this neat piano bar a lot of them go to with karaoke -"

"Get out!"

"I know!" She enthused. "And don't worry, it's not a regular bar. It's not Disney, but the piano and karaoke side is on the restaurant part."

"Good thing. I don't want to get busted as a Disney employee for underage drinking, thank you very much." He turned to her with a conspiratorial grin. "You recognize him, don't you."

She made a show of inspecting her feet. "Fine. Yes, I do, but he recognized me first." She looked up at him, suddenly remembering what she'd meant to tell him. "You know, he recognizes you too. As a matter of fact, he raved about your performance."

"He remembered that?"

She huffed before answering. "Kurt, you were stellar. And, truth be told, the Warblers were practically salivating – I even heard one of them talking about how much they wished they had a counter tenor like you."

"And I'm hearing this for the first time only now why?" He looked at her in disbelief. True, he'd had plenty of validation since then, getting into NYADA, and a few successes in small parts in plays there, but he felt like his high school self would have killed to hear this.

"I'm sorry. Kurt, we were feuding back then, and honestly, I didn't remember it until now, when I was talking to him. Anyway, he invited both of us, and Mercedes, but she can't come, but it was nice of him to include her -"

She was interrupted by Kurt's giggling. "I'm sorry, Rach, but you really are hysterical when you rant like that. Only you could master the breath needed to do all of that in one go."

"Hmpf. Well, as I was saying, I accepted, so I hope you're good with that."

Kurt reached for the pitcher on the counter they were standing next to, and refilled both their waters. "I think it's a great idea." He took another long swig of water. "I don't think I've ever had this much to drink in one day."

Blaine met them as they got off the bus, fresh from freshening up at the college students' area.

"Wow, you look great," he said, reaching for Rachel's hand as she stepped down. "Kurt," he started, but seemed to lose his voice as he looked up at him, on the step above Rachel.

Kurt's hair was now styled in his signature quiff, and the Dior grey short-sleeved button down he wore fit like it was made for him. His light purple tie looked almost iridescent, and Blaine quickly drew his eyes away from Kurt's dark grey pants, and looked instead back to Rachel.

"Nice dress," Blaine breathed, trying for normalcy, but his eyes flew back to Kurt as he got off the bus and stood beside her.

"Why, thank you," she preened. "Kurt helped me pick it out," she blurted out.

Glad for the excuse to look at him again, the two men shared a laugh.

"Yeah," Kurt pursed his lips momentarily into a duck face, "she's not really allowed to shop without me."

"Kurt!" she squealed, whirling around to smack his arm.

"Sorry," he rolled his eyes. "Truth time. Besides, you know I'm right."

"Fine." She pretend-pouted a bit. "Mr. Vogue dot com part-time intern here rules my wardrobe." She frowned, fanning herself a bit. "How is it still so hot this time of day?"

Blaine rushed to guide them a few doors away to the Piano Man bar and grill. "You get used to it. But the restaurant's nice and cool, and they have great coffee and smoothies. C'mon. My treat!"

Kurt pushed his plate aside. The avocado Southwest wrap had been delicious, as Blaine had sworn it would be, but he was full. Blaine was seated across from him, wearing a red polo and a thin black bow tie with red and white details. He'd totally rocked his Aladdin look, Kurt thought, but he was stunning as himself. He found himself wondering what his hair looked like if it wasn't gelled down, and thought he detected some curls trying to break free at his neck. He forced his gaze back to the menu, pretending to weigh dessert options, when he heard her high-pitched greeting.

"Kurt! You're here!" Sue tackled him from behind, quickly engulfing him in a big hug. "Sweetie, this is my boyfriend, Rob. Honey, can we squeeze in with you?"

Kurt smiled under her attention. Working with her only one day so far, and she'd already glommed onto him like a long lost relation. Of course, that was just Sue being Sue, he knew; he'd seen her greet fellow Cast Members the same way. Still, it was nice, and her warmth was infectious.

Her boyfriend was polite, quiet, and sort of plain-looking, but he clearly worshipped her, following her like an attentive puppy. "Rob," she turned to him, "you already know Blaine, and I told you all about Kurt, and this is his friend Rachel. She was Princess Jasmine today for the very first time," she said, with what almost sounded like maternal pride. "Did I miss anything good?"

A little later, after Blaine had left them to secure a spot on the line-up, Sue tapped Rachel on the shoulder.

"Sweetie?" she said, practically into her ear.

"Um, can I help you?" Rachel asked, staring at Blaine from across the room.

"Sugar, we need to go to the little girls' room. C'mon," she said, grabbing Rachel's hand.

"But I don't need to -"

"Kurt, we need to go powder our noses," Sue plowed straight ahead, turning her head to be sure Kurt heard as she herded Rachel away. "We really do," she added softly, looking down at the shorter girl.

A/N: Sorry I've been away for such a long time! I won't bore you with tales of real life (mine), since that's not what you're here for (me neither). But I do hope to get back to more frequent updates.

First off, the older couple at the top of the chapter? Drawn from life, in this case, my in-laws. Just for fun. Second, I hope you're not freezing, like we are here in New Hampshire (maybe this tale of Florida in summer can give you a glimpse of sunshine and warmth). Third, Blaine's look in the restaurant is what he wore on his first day at McKinley (go ahead and take revisit season 3, episode 1).

I hope to update soon, as I said. As always, I love to hear from you, so please leave a review if you're so inclined. And thank you, all of you who are following this story, so much.