A/N: Weeee, Chapter 3! *wiggles*

It's been a sh*tload crazy week, am I right, fellow Klainers? I don't know if I hate or love Ryan Murphy, seriously, I've come to the point where I doubt my existence.

I've barely escaped death, and now I'm weary of ever reading my (amazing, perfect, but mostly hilarious) beta's notes (see? shoutout again, dear evalilly ;))

So, um, here's the chapter, nothing else to say... Except, did evalilly's review scare you? Or maybe Canarino did? If no, then here's the chapter, so review, maybe? :P

Enjoy! (Oh, and if there are Greek Klainers out there... We need to run a DNA test. We might be siblings.)

Chapter Three – A Waltz For The Boy Out Of Reach

"I told you, Schuester, I need the tent today!"

"Yes, Sue, and I explained that I need it as well! You can have it tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow I could die and then come back to life just to eat your brains! Would you risk that, Schuester?"

Blaine looked at Quinn meaningfully. Will and Sue were fighting non-stop ever since the Cheerios arrived – which was six hours now. Blaine expected their throats to be ripped apart until now, but he apparently didn't know them so well.

"I'm tired of that", sighed Quinn. "I'm going for rehearsal, are you coming?"

"But the Cheerios are rehearsing now; that's the whole point of the fight, Quinn!"

"Well, they are only using the upper half of the tent; they won't be a bother. Are you coming or not?" she asked once more, tapping her foot on the ground.

Uh-oh, she's getting angry. "Very well, I'm coming" Blaine said hastily, not wanting to be on the receiving end of the blonde's anger. He walked towards the tent, Quinn en route.

Blaine stepped in and was met with a spectacular view. The girls were now rehearsing on the silks, their figures captivating in the dimmed light. They moved with the music like dancing with their lovers.

He instinctively searched for Kurt. The young man held his mind captive in his blue-green eyes, those eyes that reminded Blaine of the troubled sea. When his efforts came to no avail, he shrugged and started stretching his limbs and warming up. He was going to rehearse his tightrope tricks today – his equilibrium was off lately, and he needed to fix that before the show. He couldn't risk throwing Rachel of the rope as well as himself.

Just as he was taking his place on the platform before the rope, all the lights shut down and only one spotlight was still on. Blaine was impressed by the Cheerios' professionalism, but his impression, along with every though he had ever had, took flight when the spotlight was focused on a single body on the ground.

So he is the star of the show, Blaine thought. No surprise there.

Kurt held his head downwards and walked towards the silks that were lowered down for him. His slender neck was pure white in the artificial light, and long, like a swan's. Then suddenly, he snapped his head upwards, towards Blaine.

Blaine gasped. His eyes, being naturally big and lovely, were now enhanced by thin lines of charcoal around his eyelashes. This made the glass of his eyes stand out even more than usual, and Blaine felt like falling under his spell. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, though, he felt like he was floating, like it was up that he fell.

Kurt grasped the silks, his eyes never leaving Blaine's. He started ascending easily, like a cat climbing a tree. When he had reached the top, he was mere feet away from Blaine. He twirled the fabric around his waist, a light smile dawning on the corners of his mouth.

And that's when he let go.

Blaine gasped in shock, running for the edge of the platform and grabbing on the metallic railway, trying not to lose Kurt's silhouette from his eyes. Kurt kept twirling until he almost touched the floor. Blaine let a quiet yelp, just the moment Kurt stopped and his nose barely even touched the carpet. Then Kurt put his ankle round the silk and used it as a brace to start performing tricks and figures, while the flicking of the spotlight made him look like something between a ghost and an angel.

The drums had started beating, and the rhythm which Kurt moved to on the silks matched the one of Blaine's heart. His breathing became shallower and shallower, until he started feeling dizzy, although he wasn't sure if that was due to his breathing or the boy dancing gracefully before him.

He knew he should start talking to him, get to know him better, but where should he start from? What if he wasn't like Blaine, what if Blaine disgusted him? So many questions, and Blaine couldn't answer all of them on his own.

In the meantime, Kurt's performance was coming to an end. His movements lost their angelic, slow pace and became more frenzy, almost if he had surrendered himself to the music. As the last note echoed in the tent, Kurt let go of the fabric he was holding onto and jumped into thin air, and that was when the light shut down.

Everyone held their breaths, for when the lights came back on, Kurt was nowhere to be found. Blaine was sure he would have a heart attack. He came down from the platform and looked all around for someone who knew what had happened. He spotted Mercedes, who was currently chatting with a sweet-looking girl, looking like she was ready to explode.

"I told you, Brit, there are no sugar-rabbits here, you don't have to worry about them anymore" Mercedes sighed, while the blonde girl looked like she was ready to cry. Not knowing why, Blaine felt a surge of protectiveness for the girl.

"But who will take care of them now I'm away? No one knew about them except for me", 'Brit' said in a low whisper.

"Hey! Can I help you with something?" Blaine asked, smiling cheerful to the two girls.

"Do you know if there is any way I could communicate with the sugar-rabbits that I left behind?" the blonde girl asked him, her eyes wide with child-like innocence.

Not catching Mercedes' warning look, he answered, "Well, sugar-rabbits are really, really smart creatures; I'm sure they will understand why you had to go. But, if you are still worried" he added sweetly, hugging her from the shoulders, "there are some honey-bunnies just a mile to the north from the tent" he finished, smiling encouragingly at her. There was indeed a nest of bunnies in that direction, although he held his doubt whether or not they were honey ones.

"Oh, really? Thank you so much, kind sir!" the girl beamed at him, and took flight to find the bunnies.

Blaine smiled at her back, and turned to Mercedes, who was looking at him agape. "Did I do something wrong?"he asked her, not recognizing the look on her face.

"No, it's just that… No one can understand a thing Brittany says, not even Santana, try as she might, so we mostly brush her comments aside. You are the first one that has talked to her as if these creatures exist", she explained, a slightly guilty look on her face, as if she regretted her actions from before.

"Well, just because she has a different perception of the world doesn't mean she's crazy, right?" he commented, trying to cheer the girl up. "I'm sure none of you mean to treat her badly, although I imagine it can get tiresome after a while" he added, smiling at her. When she smiled thankfully back, he asked her, "Do you, by any chance, know what happened to mister Hummel, miss Jones? That last trick, startling as it was, looked extremely dangerous."

"Oh, the swan dive?" Mercedes asked, chuckling. "He's alright, he has done it a million times before, I doubt anything has happened to him; but I know what you mean, it does look risky. He never told anyone how he manages to perform it, or why he is nowhere to be found afterwards, but all I know is that he is fine. You needn't worry about him" she finished, smiling. "Also, just call me Mercedes; miss Jones was my mom."

"Very well, as you wish, Mercedes" he tried, and the girl smiled encouragingly. "It's time for lunch, though, would you care for something?"

"Oh, sure, just let me know where the canteen tent is."

"It's just around the tent, to the right" he showed her, and she thanked him. Blaine stayed back, putting the props back in their places and fixing the lights.