The final installment of the Christmas Gala. Yay! In this chapter I have seating arrangements for the dinner, if you don't want to get confused at the positions, I would take out a sheet of paper and jot down the places of the characters for a reference because that what I used, a sticky note with the seating chart. If you don't want to that's okay but it might help because once I mention it I probably won't again.

*Chapter 11: Christmas Eve Gala Part 3*

When they entered the dining hall, Kurt shook his head, mostly at himself, for being in awe once more. After all he has seen, a wonders and grand castle, a beautiful dance hall, and even a secret passage of stairs where a vampire guards the door. The dining hall was much like the dance hall in all its golden and brightly lit spender and chandeliers. What more, there were five rows of long mahogany tables, where were all connected together and hand carved, filled up the space of the hall, allowing just enough comfortable room for a person to walk by, especially a woman with a wide skirt. The humans rushed to get a seat next to their friends, business partners, potential business partners and possible spouses. Kurt and Karofsky looked out for some specific people. Kurt spotted them first and led Karofsky through the crowds to reach the table end where their friends were sitting at. Kurt stopped at the head of the table, there was no chair there because it was deemed improper or to arrogant to sit at the head at any public event. "Hello everyone." Kurt greeted, happy that, for the time being, Blaine was not there yet. Those who were there, Wes and Mercedes, Tina and Mike, and Puck with a strange woman Kurt was not yet introduced to, all sat on the left side of the table in that order going away from Kurt.

"Hello Kurt."

"Kurt, hello. Nice to see you again."

"Hello Kurt."

The replies came and Kurt nodded. "Mr. Karofsky will be joining us." Kurt said motioning to the drunk man behind him.

Puck rolled his eyes. "No… I think I'm fine without Karofsky's presence. And knowing Miss Lopez, she will be here too." There was at some point and time an affair between Noah Puckerman and Santana Lopez. It was never meant to be anything and it never grew into anything but ended rather badly.

Karofsky chuckled darkly. "I believe that Miss Lopez would rather not me anywhere near me quite frankly." He received some confused gazes. "Fortunately, the relationship I had with Miss Lopez is currently null, void, and a complete waste of my time." And with that Karofsky took his seat a good while away from where Kurt is to sit. In doing this Karofsky darkened the fact that he and Santana no were longer 'courting' as it was seemed to be, for if they were, Karofsky would have remained standing, waiting for Santana to come and take her seat before he sat down.

"Good for you Karofsky." Puck nodded his head towards him. "Leave the whore before she goes off and buy a shifter she would rather spend more time with."

Karofsky scoffed. Starling sighed. "Why is it that she spends so much time with her shifter? She must have some sort of relation with it."

"We mustn't say a word when she comes along." Tina said folding her fan. "For that woman hates any rumors on her, no matter how true or untrue they are."

"I would believe that the rumor that she has a relationship with the thing is true." Starling continued. "What other reason would she have for wanting to be so close to it and calling it by its name?" Kurt scowled at her but quickly did away with it as she turned her head to look at him. "Don't you agree?" She asked him.

"I should say not." Kurt replied. "I see no wronging in calling a Mystic by its name. The beings have feeling as well, no matter how animalistic they might seem. It is the same if I was to call you an object, your feeling would be damaged would they not?"

"Hm…" Starling sounded as she decided to ignore his question. "Are you a Mystic liberator Mr.…?"

"Kurt Anderson."

"Kurt… Anderson? As in Blaine Anderson?"

"Yes. He is my cousin."

Starling immediately straightened in her chair and smiled. "Why… Anderson… I must say you are much like your cousin. So compassionate." Kurt opened his mouth to speak but she spoke up once more. "Tell me, you wouldn't happen to know if he is courting anyone?"

"No." Kurt said rather strongly. "I should say he isn't."

Karofsky cleared his throat. "Excuse me miss, are you not with Puckerman?"

She raised one shoulder in a shrug. Puck answered for her. "Not officially Karofsky. I just stole her away for the occasion. You know how much I hate to be alone."

Karofsky nodded slowly. "Yes… And you are?" He asked towards Starling.

"Miss Starling Merchant."

"Of the Merchants in medical science?"

"The very same. My father, who sadly could not make it because of a cold, is working on a cure for ironically enough colds. A kind of cough medicine but for all the symptoms."

"Tell your father to be more careful with the test subjects then Miss Merchant." Mike said, leaning forward to look around Puck. "We can't have him catching pneumonia and dying now can we?"

"No, we very well can't."

Rachel arrived then, with Blaine and even Santana following behind them. "Kurt, darling." Rachel called out, putting on a show of being interested in Kurt. "I am so sorry for being so late. I'm afraid I got lost."

"The waiting was not long at all Miss Berry. You have nothing to be sorry for. We all get lost every now and again." With that Rachel took her seat and Kurt sat on the right of her and to his extreme joy or torment, which ever you would wish to go along with, Blaine sat to the right of Kurt.

"So cousin…" Blaine said as he made himself comfortable on the bench. "Have you enjoyed your night so far?"

"Yes cousin." Kurt answered, glancing at him quickly before taking his napkin and placing it on his lap. "I only hope that the food is good."

Blaine chuckled softly. "There's no need to worry Kurt. The food is always good, year after year."

"Good."

Meanwhile Santana walked stiffly over to Karofsky. "Karofsky."

"Lopez."

They greeted each other coldly and she roughly sat to the left of Karofsky. For you see even though they were not 'together' anymore, the woman always sits with the man who brought her to the event, it was just an unspoken rule that everyone followed and led up to plenty on unnecessary drama in such occasions. Before the two an elderly couple sat down and greeted everyone around them.

Finn led Quinn into the dining hall at that moment, followed by the captain of the guard. Finn smiled at Rachel and she smiled back, and this did not go unnoticed by Quinn. She took the seat directly next to Rachel and Finn sat on Quinn's left side. "Hello everyone, Berry." Quinn greeted, muttering Rachel's surname at the end.

"Hello Miss Fabray." Rachel said unaffected. "Hello Mr. Hudson." Rachel added in an uninterested tone.

Quinn raised a brow and Finn smiled to himself as he greeted her and everyone else. "Hello Berry, everyone. How are you all?"

"We're doing quite fine Mr. Hudson." Starling replied nodding her head once.

Quinn looked at Rachel. "What is wrong with you?"

"Pardon?"

"Why are you not interested in Finn?"

"I don't see that as a problem… Should it?"

"Answer the question Berry."

Rachel gleamed on the inside with Quinn's obvious confusion and turned away slightly to get Kurt's attention from Mercedes, Wes was talking to Blaine. "I just found someone else. You've met him before."

"Hello Miss Fabray. Did you change your mind for that collaboration?" Kurt asked grinning widely. Quinn did nothing to stop the groan as Kurt grinned at her.

Meanwhile while this conversation was going on, the captain took his seat beside Karofsky and Karofsky mentally cursed himself and the captain. The captain wore a long, black caped jacket, black pants and white shirt and blue vest. "Hello Mr. Karofsky. How is that half-breed of yours?"

"Just fine Captain." Karofsky replied, not looking at him. Of course he would ask about Sam. "And how is your missus? I see that she is not here tonight."

"No, she is at home with the children preparing them for the day ahead." The captain, or simply Captain, grinned at the mention of his children. "Tell me Karofsky, when do you plan to have children of your own?"

"Never if I could help it."

"But everyone needs and wants an heir."

"Well then I'm not everyone."

Captain nodded once. "Touché." He nodded once more. "And it is in fact that you are not everyone. You are most definitely unique."

Karofsky took a long drink from his water. "Thank you Captain, I—"

"I hope I am not being too forward…" Captain interrupted. "But I have heard from one of your guards that you at that half-breed of yours have gotten remarkably close." Karofsky finally turned his head to stare at Captain. "I have knowledge that you have been visiting the merman more that necessary, or at least, more than you do than any Mystic you own." Karofsky remained silent and beside him he felt Santana lean closer into him, interesting in the captain's words. The couple on the other hand tried to stay out of anything the younger generation was in. "Is is that the merman has used its song on you?"

"That is for sirens." Santana spoke up. "Merpeople have the power of health and healing, it is sirens that have the power of control."

"Ah yes…" Captain said, bowing his head slightly. "I always get the two confused. The similarities you know…" Karofsky mentally shook his head at the captain. Sirens and merpeople were completely different. Sirens were more fish like, with gills on their necks and scales all over their bodies and they have webbed fingers, merpeople were completely human in their torso. "So if the merman half-breed did not use song on you, then what, pray tell, compels you to visit it regularly?"

Karofsky remained quiet as he formulated a reply. "I feel sorry for it." Karofsky said, carefully thinking about his words. "The city killed its parents and took away its siblings. It is cruel."

"But nothing that hasn't happened before."

"Before no one bought a half-breed."

Captain laughed loudly, slapping his knees as he did so. "Touché once more Mr. Karofsky! Why no one appreciates and likes you is beyond me."

"I'm an asshole, what can you say?" Karofsky said, shrugging to himself as he looked down at the empty decorative plate before him.

"You said it, not me." Captain laughed.

Soon the servants erupted into the room once everyone was situated. There must have been hundreds of servants, each with their own tasks. Some took away the decorative plates, being replaced by yet another servant when he or she reached the max capacity, and others to replace the empty spots with plates the citizens used. Others came through and opened wine bottles and ales and poured drinks to the people, working remarkably fast because the people automatically ordered their drinks from them and also because behind them were the servants with piping hot trays of food. Turkey and chicken, steak and lamb were the meat choices as well as an array of seafood, different species of fish, shrimp, crabs and lobsters and of course potatoes, vegetables, salads and many other meal choices. The conversations fell from their awkward, accusing states and fell more into the topic of what everyone planned to do for the holidays.

"I'm going to be working on the holidays, sadly." Mercedes muttered. "So is Rachel."

"Oh come on Blaine." Mike poked at the entrepreneur. "It's Christmas! Don't force them to work."

Blaine merely shrugged. "It's quite all right I assure you." Wes said. "It's never hard work. It's just cleaning up here and there and it's not even a whole lot."

"And every year Master Blaine lets the staff exchange gifts in the morning." Rachel put in. "Even Master Blaine hands gifts out to all of his employees, in the home and in the factory."

Tina giggled. "We can definitely see who the jolly gift giver in Dalton is."

"Everyone in Dalton has a kind soul." Blaine said rather lazily. "We treat out Mystics and our staff right, unlike most McKinley habitants, not meaning to offend you guys." Blaine smirked. "But towards Karofsky I would say so."

Karofsky from down the table scoffed loudly to make sure that Blaine heard it, he did. "Yes well I have a reputation to keep."

Kurt chuckled. "Ah yes, we must keep that Neanderthal reputation living or else the entire world would be doomed to hell."

The table laughed and even Karofsky. "I think you are delightful Kurt." Starling spoke out. "You must come down to Ohio more often."

"That reminds me…" Captain drawled out as he leaned forward to see Kurt. "Where do you usually live?"

Kurt smiled to himself. He had practiced this conversation piece countless times, as well as other possible conversations. He felt no nervousness at all. "I live in California most of the time. But I am always on tours so I usually stay in one area weeks on end. I've been all over really."

"That is interesting." Captain mused. "It must be a well paying job to travel around playing your music."

"It is."

"Then you must be well known."

"Not really." Kurt said taking a drink of water before he continued. "I play for families and private special events. I really care not for fame and fortune. I love to play piano and I of course need to make a pay check so I made it into a job. I do hope one day that I could get some fame."

"That is too bad that you aren't famous. I'm sure your playing is wondrous."

"It is, if I can say so myself. Perhaps my cousin can invite you over to his estate and you can listen to me play."

Starling gasped. "Oh, you must invite me and all of us too of course, to come as well Master Blaine."

Puck nodded. "I'd love to hear your cousin play. I could bring my guitar and we could play a song together, Miss Fabray and Miss Cohen-Chang on vocals and—"

"It's quite all right Mr. Puckerman," Kurt interrupted. "But I can also sing."

Blaine, Wes, Mercedes and Rachel looked at Kurt. They did not know if Kurt could actually sing or if it was just Kurt boasting. "Oh really?" Finn asked. "I can sing as well. Probably not as well as some but…"

"Nonsense Finn." Quinn said sipping some of her wine. "You are a wonderful singer and I would love you to join the band."

"No thank you Quinn." Finn replied. "I'm good being a farmer."

"Yes," Santana agreed sarcastically. "Because working all day in the heat plowing and seeding and harvesting is most definitely my favorite line of work."

"We all cannot work in a fine establishment such as your pub and café Miss Lopez." Puck said.

"Like your job as a bodyguard is much better than being a farmer."

"It pays more." Puck replied.

"Auctioneering pays more than that though." Mike spoke up, smugly drinking his wine as he finished his sentence.

"Yes but making instruments like Master Blaine does pays much more than that." Wes said.

Starling giggled. "Isn't it funny how men always fight over pay checks?"

"That's why I am glad to have someone like Kurt here." Rachel said, placing her hand on his arm. "He doesn't care about pay checks, he is such a gentleman."

"And he's a musician and singer." Tina said. "You could finally have someone to sing duets with Miss Berry."

Mike looked at his partner. "What about and auctioneer and a dancer?"

Tina giggled and placed her hand on top of his. "It's just as great Mike." Mike grinned widely at her.

"It doesn't matter how much money each of you gets," Captain said pushing away his plate. "It all matters on power you have in the city. And I, as captain of the guard, am just below the governor and with that, I could easily take over everything every one of you owns with a snap of my fingers."

The table quieted and Santana scoffed. She has had quite enough of this night. Losing her cover and being forced to sit next to Karofsky and now with the obnoxious captain of the guard. "Well then, I suppose it is a fine deal that we are all good friends here." She said half sarcastically half smugly.

"It is." The captain replied in all seriousness which caused another quiet to possess the table.

The rest of the dinner went quiet until dessert, which was all a slice of some warm pumpkin pie and custard, where the conversation of the New Year's came up. "I myself am excited for the New Year's." Puck said biting into his pie. "A new year to start over."

"And get over this obnoxious stage of yours?" Quinn asked lazily, already knowing the answer.

"Of course not." Puck replied grinning widely. "I'm bad ass, there's no way I'm going to lose that."

"Of course not…" Quinn mimicked while she sighed.

Finn laughed at his friend. "Yes Puck, don't lose that attitude of yours. Just picturing you like Blaine is just too much."

The table laughed and Blaine leaned forward. "And what's wrong with being a gentleman Finn?" Finn merely shrugged but smiled greatly as Blaine continued. "Perhaps you should try it sometime."

"I'll have you know," Quinn said, "that Finn is a true gentleman."

"And so is my good friend Kurt." Mercedes said, forgetting momentarily that she supposedly just met him. "I mean, he is such a gentleman. His parents raised him right."

Kurt choked and quickly took a drink from his water. "Sorry, air went down the wrong way."

"Master Kurt also isn't always this uptight." Wes declared.

"Kurt? Uptight?" Tina said in shock. "This isn't uptight at all!"

Wes chuckled before continuing. "He is really a fun and entertaining guy."

"Oh please Mr. Montgomery." Kurt said, blushing slightly at the comments. "You are just saying that."

"But it is true Master Kurt." Mercedes agreed.

Beside him Rachel took Kurt's arm in hers. "I agree wholeheartedly. You are quite a man Kurt."

Kurt smiled and thanked them but inside he felt numb. He was not a man, not in this world. No, he is a Mystic. Below humans and no matter how much they try to convince him so, especially Master Blaine who Kurt felt his stare, Kurt will always remember his origins. He is who he is, just like Samuel is who he is, or Brittany, or any other Mystic out there; no matter how human they act. It is a survival method it is, a way to live in this unbalanced and cruel world. The conversation had shifted and Kurt finally tuned into it at the same time he realized that Rachel had released his arm. Kurt pecked at his food, both from being full and from how he felt. He was in no mood to continue this night, like Karofsky, all he wanted to do was to go home, back to that stall in the cold across from Scarlota and try to catch some sleep for the holiday ahead.

"You should all come over to my café tomorrow." Santana said. She was done with her dessert and was now randomly conversing with people around her, even from people at other tables. "I am having a special mix of holiday coffee served in the morning and early afternoon and then at night I have a discount on ales and other drinks."

"Perhaps I will come over Miss Lopez." Captain responded. "I shall bring the missus with me first thing in the morning."

"I shall be expecting you then." Santana said out of politeness, in reality she had really hoped the captain would decline or not show up at all.

"And I'll go as well." Puck said. "Only for pickup of course. Just enough for me and the ladies."

"Me as well right Puck?" Starling asked him.

"… Why not?" Puck answered, not quite sure that he wanted to bring this woman home anymore.

"I'll need the coffee most definitely." Mike stated. "I have a big day before me. I'm going to California to be with the shipment of Mystics for the New Year's action." Kurt sighed at that and pushed his plate with his half eaten pie and hardly touched at custard away.

Karofsky on the other hand looked at Mike. "Will you be going to the breeding facility?"

"Yes of course. Why do you ask?"

Karofsky shook his head. "Nothing important." The man soon sighed and the captain eyed him closely.

The dinner official ended minutes after the dessert was taken away and after dinner tea and coffee was served. The first ones to leave were the five Dalton habitants and Karofsky. "Well that went as eventful as ever." Wes said just as the captain walked up to the six.

"Excuse me Mr. Anderson."

"Yes Captain?" Blaine asked.

"Pardon me, but I did not mean you." Blaine was taken aback and Kurt looked at the captain. "You come across to me as someone quite aloof."

Kurt's heart pounded in his chest for some odd apparent reason. He had gotten through the whole night without being revealed, besides the vampire he had run into of course, he could not possibly been caught at the tail end of this night. "I am sorry if I appear as such sir." Kurt said, controlling his nervousness to speak evenly. "It has just been a long night and unlike my cousin, I'm afraid I don't have his constant energy."

"Yes, yes… That is understandable." The captain turned to Karofsky. "And you, Mr. Karofsky, I was quite interested in your interest in Mr. Chang visiting the breeding facility tomorrow. Might I ask why?"

Karofsky refrained from yelling at the man or even worse, punching him square in the jaw. "Of course I am interested in the facility Captain; I still have that bet with Mr. Anderson to see who can get the most Mystics, and I'm afraid I am three Mystics down from him."

The captain nodded slowly. "And what of that other bet the two of you had made, with the animal shifter from a few months back?"

The whole of them tensed. "It was just in the swing of things Captain." Blaine took over. "We dissolved it after a while, seeing at the shifter died."

Kurt looked in shock at Blaine and the captain raised a brow at what Blaine had said, not noticing the stare Kurt was giving Blaine. "Oh… What a shame. You payed so much for it."

"Yes, apparently it was a waste of money."

"That is a shame." Captain repeated. He glanced at Kurt who by this time had stopped staring at Blaine and stood calmly behind him. "Hm… Well then, I am sorry you had to lose so much money. Have a great remainder of your night, all of you, and merry Christmas." Captain bowed his head slightly before turning and walking back into the dining hall.

Karofsky was the first to speak again. "God how much I hate that man." The others looked at him in turn. "He is such a bastard and so fucking nosey."

Blaine raised a brow at Karofsky but soon felt his jaw drop slightly as Kurt walked up to Karofsky and placed a hand on his arm comfortingly. "Don't worry Karofsky." Kurt said to him.

Karofsky looked at Kurt and nodded. He softly shrugged off the shifter's hand and bowed to them all collectively. "Goodbye all of you and happy holidays." Karofsky sighed then and walked away after receiving quite goodbyes.

"Kurt honey," Mercedes began, "what was that for?"

"What was what for?"

"The hand on his arm? You do know he wanted to keep you and mistreat you right?"

"Of course." Kurt started. "But he and I have an understanding of each other and a mutual friendship because of it."

"Oh…" Mercedes sounded.

"Still it was weird." Rachel commented. "Seeing you and Karofsky being friendly, and even at the table when you called him a Neanderthal."

"Yes, I expected Karofsky to become angry and yell at you for calling him that." Wes added.

Kurt shrugged. "I just gave him a chance and got to know him better. You all should try it sometime." With that Kurt turned and walked out of the castle by himself. They all followed him after a short moment of silence as the comprehended what had just happened. By the time they reached Artie and his carriage Kurt was already sitting with Artie and telling the carriage driver what had happened at the Gala, though it was whispered and the humans could barely hear him, except Artie of course. "So I found out that Santana loves Brittany, through Karofsky."

"Really? I had thought but I just didn't see it as true." Artie whispered back. "And Karofsky told you this?"

Kurt nodded, feeling sorry for Karofsky that because of all his past actions no one in the entirety of Ohio could ever believe that the man has a soul and a heart. "Yes, he's not at all bad Artie. He really is quite kind."

Artie scoffed quietly. "I'd like to see a kind Karofsky. I would pay to see that."

"Artie." Blaine interrupted their conversation as Wes helped Rachel and Mercedes into the carriage, Rachel being quite disappointed that she had to leave and could not say a proper goodbye to her now fiancé. "How are you my friend?"

"I'm good thanks." Artie answered. "The blanket you gave me is really warm and helped me from getting a good cold. Thank you again."

"You are quite welcomed Artie." Blaine said once more to the driver. His eyes moved to Kurt. It seemed like Blaine was about to speak but he soon turned away and lifted himself back into the carriage, closing the door behind him. Artie soon snapped the reigns and the carriage began the long drive back to the Anderson estate.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Karofsky arrived to his home earlier than the others and made his way towards the front steps of his home before stopping abruptly and looking towards the barn. He breathed out, his breath appearing before him as cool air. He stayed there for a fraction of a second before changing his course towards the barn. Instead of entering the barn, he snuck around to the side where Sam's stable was located, making sure he was not caught by his own guards. He looked into the window, having to stand on his toes slightly to get a good look into Sam's stall. In the stall, moonlight shining in softly, Sam slept in his container, his head resting upon a sand dune he created and his tail bent to his chest. The moonlight reflected off the water and Karofsky noticed sadly that the magic in Sam's tail, the same magic that made his tail shine in the light was completely gone for not one ray of moonlight reflected off his tail. It was as if the tail was absorbing all the light to try to replace the magic it had lost. Sam turned over then and Karofsky froze but Sam remained asleep, his face twisted as his nightmare shook his body. Karofsky gripped the bars of the window tightly, wishing that he could go in there and make the nightmare go away. Karofsky roughly pulled himself away from the window and stumbled back to the house. Come next action Karofsky would look for Sam's brother or sister and buy them. Whatever he could do to make Sam happy, he was going to do it.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Blaine and the others arrived at his estate moments after Karofsky walked into his own home. They all went straight into the manor quietly. Once they entered the quiet and empty home, save the few nighttime servants, they stood silently in the lobby, all looking at each other. Rachel started to laugh, quietly at first but it soon grew and grew as Mercedes, Wes and Kurt, and eventually Blaine joined in. Soon they were all laughing and in all the excitement they rushing in and gave one mighty group hug. "We did it! You did it honey!" Mercedes yelled as they all pulled away.

"Kurt that was great! Even I believed that you were human!" Rachel added.

"Splendid job Kurt! You did great!" Wes congratulated.

Blaine nodded towards Kurt, a warm and loving smiled on his face. "You did great Kurt…"

Kurt sighed softly and nodded once. "Thank you all." He bowed. "Good night." He turned and walked towards the doors.

"Kurt…" Mercedes drawled out. Kurt stopped at the door, his hand on the doorknob. "Don't you want to stay inside the house instead of the cold barn?"

Kurt sighed once more and shook his head. "No, I'd never belong." He said quietly, just loud enough for them to hear him. And with that he walked out of the manor, not even bothering to wait for the 'good night' that was about to be spoken from each of the humans.

Blaine sighed as the others left to go into the kitchen to get some last minute drinks of celebration before going to their servants' home to sleep. Blaine stared at the door and wanted so much to follow Kurt and bring him back, to force him to stay, to tell him how much he means to him. But he refrained from doing so. Kurt would just push him away and go back to the barn. Blaine bowed his head sadly and climbed the stairs, not bothering to tell the others goodbye.

*Chronicle of the Mystics*

Kurt, and one of the guards, walked into the barn and as the guard opened his stall Kurt rubbed Scarlota's muzzle and told her of his night. The guard became impatient and moved beside him, grabbing his arm with his hand. Kurt was soon pulled away and pushed into the stall, the door closed and was locked behind him and Kurt ignored the guard's actions and continued to talk, in horse, to Scarlota about his night. 'And then Blaine, Blaine wants me to move into the manor Scarlota.'

She neighed as she shook her head, making some sort of scoffing sound. 'Does he not know you are a Mystic? Does he not understand that you cannot be with him?'

'I think he does know he just wants to see how far he can go into making me a human.'

Scarlota shook her head. 'Blaine wouldn't do that. He wouldn't force you to be something you're not.'

'I know but its hard Scarlota. I… I love him.'

She neighed loudly in shock and the other Mystics awoke grumpily and started to growl at her. 'Shut up all of you!' She neighed at them, of course they continued on. 'Kurt that is very dangerous business.'

'I know! And I'm trying so hard to be true to myself but every time I'm with him I just want to be human so I could be with him.'

'Don't Kurt. Humans are arrogant, ignorant creatures.'

'I won't.' Kurt promised. 'But still… I dream.'

Scarlota nickered softly. 'I won't stop you Kurt… But please… Just be careful would you?'

'Yes, I promise.' Kurt smiled softly. 'But I'm not alone Scarlota.'

'Of course not my friend. There are always others, close by, far away, there will always be forbidden love between our two species, some will last, some will end abruptly, but always, the love that is there is so strong, and will last far beyond this world.'

Finally done with the Gala. Whoo. Don't you just love Scarlota? I love that unicorn. She's such a great friend. Kurlota friendship yay! Lol…

Anyways, next chapter is the Christmas chapter and some smut, finally.

Please review if you want some Klaine smut! (It's coming anyways but review so it can come faster! {no pun intended})