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Chapter Eight: Forever and ever and ever and ever and…
In a clearing in the forest, where the sun shone through the gaps in the dense leaves of the close packed trees, not a creature moved, and not a sound was made. It was as silent as a grave, except the breeze rustling, a whisper in the hushed glade. The grass was long and still brushed with morning dew, dotted with daisies and buttercups. The foliage around them seemed to almost sparkle where the sun hit it, and between the trees circling the clearing, bluebells grew, heads cast downwards as if they were weeping.
In the middle of the clearing, surrounded by positively hundreds of every flower you could think of, spilling out onto the grass, piled high at the sides, and inside of it-was a glass coffin. The beams of lights shone directly onto it, making the glass shine even more, brightening the colours of the flowers. They were every colour imaginable, every species, every size, that had been collected there over the past two weeks. It was a beautiful sight to see-if it wasn't so sad.
There were lilies in the mix. Death flowers.
The seven grieving Glee clubbers held their silent vigil, along with all the birds, squirrels, rabbits, deer and every other kind of woodland creature. They couldn't bear to leave, even though they had been there for weeks. Little Pavarotti still could not stop crying. He perched on a branch, just overlooking the coffin, a perfect red rose in his beak, which he dropped into the mix of flora, his daily offering to his dear, sweet boy.
Silence reigned. There had never been such a tragic, terrible time.
Inside the coffin, Kurt lay. His hair was perfect, his lips red as blood, his snow-white skin flawless, cheeks as rosy as the day he'd died. The Glee clubbers could not bear to bury him. So he lay in the glade, surrounded by flowers, sleeping peacefully, his face so full of innocence. The Glee clubbers and the woodland creatures mourned him miserably, devastated, laying more and more flowers and shedding more tears.
Prince Blaine galloped through the forest, Luke Skywalker's hooves barely touching the forest floor in his haste. He didn't really know where he was going, but was just hoping for the best. His trusty stallion sped through the trees, and the Prince searched and searched, high and low amongst the trees. It hadn't been an easy journey-the Prince had been attacked by Doxys a few miles back, and there had been some issues with a rather antisocial ogre when he'd accidentally found himself in the middle of his swamp. The poor guy seemed miserable and lonely, but Prince Blaine had dashed off at top speed when he started throwing tree trunks and boulders at him. However-he'd got his revenge. He'd sent an annoying, talking donkey that way to cheer him up…
In time-the Prince pulled Luke Skywalker to a halt. There was something, something going on just through the trees. He could see humans and animals gathered together…could this be it? His heart had began to beat at top speed, so loud, he was sure it was audible for miles around.
Dismounting, he slowly lead the stallion forth. The hooves crunched quietly on the blanket of leaves on the ground. And soon, his eyes met the scene. It moved him greatly. The woodland creatures and Glee clubber's heads were bowed, gathered solemnly around the masses of fragrant flowers-and in the middle of it all was-a glass coffin.
Prince Blaine was barely breathing. Leaving the horse-he began to slowly approach. Heads turned, of course, to look at him half-heartedly-but he hardly noticed. Every sense in his body seemed to have ceased to work. It was as if everything had gone into slow-motion. The world had stopped spinning on it's axis. And as he looked upon Kurt's coffin…
It was as if the Prince had finally woken, and seen what it was to be alive. He looked down at the young man lying comatose in the coffin, hair as dark as chocolate, skin as white as snow and lips as red as blood, even more amazing than the Prince had imagined him. He almost couldn't believe it-how could anyone be this…this…beautiful? He…the Prince couldn't believe it-he was perfect. As beautiful as the stars were high, as innocent and sweet as anything. His face was carved like nothing on earth. He was celestial-nothing this beautiful could have come from Earth. He must have fallen from the sky. It was almost as if a warm, golden light surrounded him in the Prince's eyes. Suddenly-everything made sense.
He had never seen anyone like this in his whole life. His whole throat had seized up-was the wind still blowing gently passed him? Was he in heaven-no, his heart was still pounding hard, so hard he felt it surely must explode. A rich, perfect happiness, a glowing inside. He'd never felt anything like this before…this was crazy. But how could anything so insane…feel so wonderful?
The Prince had fallen instantly in love with him.
After a moment, he managed, somehow to find his voice. "Who is this-this angel?" he gasped out.
"His name was Kurt Hummel," muttered Mercedes, sniffing.
"Kurt…" The name was sweet in Blaine's mouth, like he had always been meant to say it. Gently, his fingers touched the cold glass of the lid of the coffin. "May I…?" he asked, carefully. Artie nodded his silent approval, not really caring as he wiped his steamed-up glasses.
Slowly, steadily, the Prince lifted the heavy glass lid. Kurt's hair waved gently as the breeze caressed it, his beautiful face perfectly still. Gently, oh so gently, the Prince stroked his porcelain cheek, heart shuddering as he touched him, a shock shivering through his whole body. His hand carefully slid down Kurt's swan-like neck, and down his slender arm, until he finally held the small, cool, soft hand in his larger, warm one. It fitted perfectly. He stroked it gently, still marvelling…
Suddenly, Prince Blaine felt an irrepressible need to kiss him. Slowly, savouring the moment, he leaned down over the coffin, to Kurt's motionless face-and kissed his red lips.
He could not even begin to describe what he felt as their lips met. It was as if every happy feeling in the world had been poured into him all at once, in a massive rush of emotion that nearly knocked him out…but it was the most beautiful…There were no words that could begin to cover it.
Pavarotti tweeted excitedly, hope beginning to finally rise in his chest! Was this…this was Kurt's prince! It had to be him! It was Kurt's true love, at last! Kurt always said-he knew he would come! And…surely true love's kiss would awaken him….?
Finally, after what could have been days, years, or mere minutes of pure heaven…Prince Blaine had to break the kiss.
Everyone held their breath.
No one moved.
Aaaaannndddd….
Nothing happened.
Pavarotti flew miserably back to the ground, tears welling up in his eyes again. He cheeped miserably.
Prince Blaine looked sadly down at Kurt, still sleeping peacefully…and suddenly gasped.
"Hold on!" Leaning down again, the prince pressed his lips once more to Kurt's. He could taste cherry chapstick, a hint of apple, and-
"Poison!" he said aloud. "He was poisoned?"
"Uh huh," Mercedes confirmed miserably. "By Queen Rachel!"
The name alone caused dire threats and angry hisses amongst the Glee clubbers-but the Prince barely noticed.
"Why didn't you say?" he exclaimed, digging a hand into his back pocket. The Glee clubbers and animals watched anxiously as the prince pulled out a small, red box, about the size of a matchbox. Yanking it open-he retrieved a small, black stone. A bezoar. The Prince always carried one, after Wes accidentally drank some poisoned wine, and by incredible luck, the Prince had spotted one on the shelf. Just thinking about what would have happened otherwise still made him shudder…Kissing the bezoar for luck, he quickly opened Kurt's mouth and dropped it in.
You could have literally cut the tension in the forest with a knife. Nobody so much as breathed as they waited.
And waited.
Kurt did not wake…
Still waiting…
The Prince prayed and pleaded with every fibre in his body that it would work…
Suddenly-Kurt's eyelashes fluttered.
He felt weird…like he'd been asleep for a long time…there was a breeze on his face…was he outside? What happened?
Slowly, he opened his big, blue-green eyes-and looked up at the stranger, looking back at him. He looked into the beautiful, golden eyes…and his breath caught in his throat, what was left of it escaping from his lips in a gasp. His heart hammered so hard against his shirt that he was sure it couldn't go on much longer without breaking. And it was suddenly so full, so warm, so…complete. It was as if the final piece of him had somehow fitted into place as he looked back at this impossibly handsome stranger…
The stranger's eyes shone back at him. His gorgeous smile stretched as he realised Kurt was awake. There were sighs of relief and exclamations of joy all around., but Kurt barely registered. He only had eyes for the stranger…
Could this be…?
Suddenly, the stranger, still holding Kurt's hand, knelt to the ground on one knee, head bowed. Hardly daring to believe it, Kurt sat up, flowers scattering everywhere.
"Kurt Hummel…" the stranger said, his voice barely more than a breath. "I am Prince Blaine, of the kingdom of Bowtiesarecool…"
Kurt couldn't breathe. He-could-not-breathe.
Was this…at last…his white knight? His…prince? Finally come?
Kurt had fallen instantaneously, and truly, in love with him.
"Beautiful, sweet Kurt…" the Prince breathed. "Never have I seen such skin as white as snow, hair as dark as chocolate, lips as red as blood…Forgive me for not finding you sooner. But now I have…I realise that I was always meant to be here. You move me, Kurt," Looking up into his eyes-the Prince smiled adoringly up at him. "I've been looking for you my whole life. And now I have found you…I never wish to be parted from you. I…"
He paused, looking at Kurt like he was an angel. Both of their hearts had stopped.
"I love you,"
His pure, true voice was beautiful music to Kurt. He felt his eyes welling up in pure joy, heart full, head swimming. All his dreams were coming true.
"Oh Prince Blaine!" he gasped, hardly daring to believe this was real. "I love you too!"
For a moment, neither moved. They simply gazed at each other in wonder, adoration and devotion. Then-the Prince swept Kurt up in his strong arms in a bridal carry and they kissed passionately.
It was beautiful, wonderful, perfect. Like all the fairytales and every Disney movie.
"Don't hang around, do they?" Artie muttered to Rory, raising an eyebrow. But neither really minded. This was how most love scenes were acted out in the fairytale world: instant declaration of love, an embrace and…
When the kiss finally broke, they gazed into each other's eyes, laughing softly in happiness, and neither could stop smiling. "I can't believe it…" Kurt breathed. "I'm in love with a handsome prince!"
Prince Blaine kissed him again, stroking his soft, sweet-smelling hair. "Please, my love, come back with me to my castle in Bowtiesarecool, and live with me forever and ever,"
"Yes!" Kurt agreed as the words had barely left his mouth-then paused. "If you want me to…?"
Blaine smiled adoringly at him. "I want nothing more that to be with you. Always,"
The Glee clubbers and assorted animals cheered and clapped, delighted their dear friend was alive, and all his dreams had come true. Pavarotti was cheeping and tweeting manically, flying circles around the Prince and Kurt at break-neck speed. He was so happy, he thought he might explode.
"We'll be sad to see you go, Kurt," Rory called-then Kurt slid down from his prince and pulled all seven Glee clubbers into a hug, kissing each one (though Finn looked a little awkward).
"Thank you so much for everything!" he gushed. "You're all incredible!"
They "awwh"ed and hugged him back tightly, Mercedes practically suffocating him. "Don't know how we'll cope without you," Mike grinned. "The house will fall to ruin!"
"Look after him, your highness," Finn warned the prince. "Or you'll have me to answer to,"
"Don't worry, sir, you have my word," Blaine smiled, shaking Finn's large hand firmly.
"I'll visit you all!" Kurt was saying. "And you!" He turned to his forest friends-who all at once fell on him so hard he was knocked over, hugging and licking every inch of him. He laughed good-naturedly. "I'll miss you-especially you!" Leaning over to the little yellow bird perched on his knee, he kissed his soft feathers-but Pavarotti had other ideas. Flying to Kurt's shoulder-he perched firmly there. Obviously, he was coming too. Nipping Kurt's cheek affectionately, he cheeped happily, as Kurt beamed at him.
All too soon, it was time to go. The Glee clubbers waved goodbye as Kurt gave each one a last hug, before journeying back to their house. Kurt waved to them until they disappeared from sight, and the woodland creatures gradually departed, one by one, back to their homes.
"I'm going to miss them so much," Kurt sighed, feeling a little melancholy.
The prince put his arms around him comfortingly. "You're adorable," he said, kissing him sweetly on the lips.
Bittersweet, Kurt had one last look at the forest…before turning excitedly to his prince, who grinned back.
"Come on, let's go home," The Prince took his hand, and began to lead him through the forest, Pavarotti fluttering along behind them, back to where Luke Skywalker dutifully waited. But-as they went…
A terrible scream echoed through the forest, so loud and terrifying trees creaked and birds and squirrels scattered. A scream of anger, fury, hatred, frustration and madness…A scream swearing…revenge…
It's not over yet…
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