Kurt felt a pulling sensation in the pit of his stomach. Not again. He refrained from groaning out loud, but barley. There were so many other things he should be doing. Like trying to convince his goblin minions that they should put on a production of Wicked with him in the title role. Santana kept wining that that the musical wasnt sexy enough and Rachel insisted that Elphaba had to be played by a girl-specifically by her. What was the point of being the king if none of them would listen? 

The pulling became sharper and he knew in a few minutes, he wouldnt be able to resist. It always played out the same. Some poor idiot, usually teenager, wished their sibling would be taken by the goblins. The instant the kid went missing, they panicked and wished they had him back. Kurt would give them until thirteen o'clock to solve the maze surrounding the castle and win freedom for the kid. Hed pop up occasionally to taunt and threaten to eat the kid or something equally horrendous so the wisher would keep trying. Slowing down or speeding up the clock would allow them to save the kid just in time and then they wouldnt do it again. 

If the kid was a baby, Kurt would pawn it off on the girls. If it was a boy, hed usually convince the guys to play sports with it. On the rare occasions it was a little girl, Kurt would play dress up and have tea parties. Hed never admit how much he adored outfitting the little ladies. There was no desire to have a full time kid, but it was delightful for a few hours.

He stepped into the washroom off the ballroom where the argument about musicals went on without him. A quick glance in a mirror confirmed he was presentable to meet the idiot human. The fitted black short sleeved shirt that showed off the muscles in his arms, and with skin tight grey pants and knee high black boots, he looked the part, especially with his fantastic hair. He added a little black eyeliner and mascara to make his eyes pop. Perfect. The pants might be a problem if it was a teenage girl that had done the wishing. The last time that had happened, the girl in question had kept staring at his crotch. It wasnt his fault he had such a large dick. He'd repeatedly had to say, “My eyes are up here,” and finally put on a bulky sweater to get her to talk to his face.

Footsteps approached. "Kurtie," Brittany called out, "I have a baby birdy for you." 

Kurt cringed, both from being called "Kurtie" and from being fairly sure he didnt want to know what she meant by "a baby bird." Probably a baby in a shirt with a bird on it. But with Brittany, it was hard to tell. He shook his head. Hed just have to convince the wisher to hurry up and take the baby away. 

The pulling became insistent and Kurt found himself in large bedroom of what appeared to be a nice house with expensive furniture, not that Kurt cared. The posters decorating the walls had the guys face and name - Cooper Anderson - plastered all over them. And he had a replica of a “Best Actor” Oscar. So tacky. Cooper was gorgeous, which sucked because he must be an asshat to be that old and wish someone away. Kurt kinda sorta understood how kids and teens wished people away, but this guy was an adult. 

“What the fuck happened to my baby brother?” Cooper demanded, pointing at Kurt. 

Damn, Kurt thought, a baby boy. Just his luck. “You wished him to my castle.”

Cooper crossed his arms. “No I didn't.”

“Did you say, ‘I wish the goblins would come and take him away?' Because that's how I end up with unwanted humans.”

“No, goddammit. I was practicing for a play and he interrupted *again* and started squawking cuz he's hungry and I said a line from the script. I was annoyed, but I didn't mean it.” Cooper said this all in a rush.

“Be careful what you wish for, because you sir, got exactly what you wanted.”

Cooper continued yelling and pointing. He voice got louder, but Kurt tuned him out. It was always the same thing - ”Blah blah, I want my brother back, blah, blah, I'll do anything, blah blah, give him to me, blah blah blah blah blah.” Boring. He held one hand up. His nails were getting a little long. They needed another girls makeover night when he got back and he'd have to bribe Santana into doing his nails. For a total bitch, she had amazing manicure skills.

Kurt let Cooper finish his rant before making his offer. “What if I offer you fame? Fortune? An actor like you doesn't have time for little brothers.”

Cooper considered it for a moment. He let out a breath and said, “You can take your offer and shove it up your ass. I want Blaine.”

Thank god, Kurt thought. He figured he get stuck with the kid if the wisher refused to go them back. A snap of his fingers and they stood in front of what would appear to Cooper as a weathered wall covered in ivy and next to a clock with the numbers one through thirteen on the face. “Your brother is in my castle.” He waved his hand in the general direction of the towers that were the only part visible over the walls of the maze. “You have until thirteen o'clock to solve the labyrinth or I keep Blaine forever.”

Kurt saw a lush green landscape with sparkling fountains and colorful flowers under a brilliant blue sky. He knew Cooper eyes showed him a glamour - crumbling stone walls, disrepair, and clouds threatening to rain. Kurt couldn't stand the thought of living somewhere run down. Appearances were everything and the worse it looked, the harder the wisher tired to get the person back.

“What are you going to with him?” Cooper asked, a fearful tone coloring his question.

“Whatever I want,” Kurt said. “I bet he tastes delicious.” He licked his lips. 

“You sick fuck,” Cooper screamed. 

Kurt jumped at the outburst, covering it as best he could by taking a few steps forward so he and Copper were almost nose to nose. Thank goodness he had on his boots with a heel so he had an inch or two on him. Kurt liked looking down at Cooper, no matter how slight the difference in height. “I'm not the one who made a wish. Solve the labyrinth or forget about your brother.” He snapped his fingers and materialized in the entryway of the castle. Kurt wanted dump a bottle of scented soap in the jacuzzi and soak for an hour followed by a nap until Cooper took the baby back. 

He stalked off towards the ballroom where he'd left everyone. If he didn't make sure the kid was settled, someone was certain to interrupt his bath. An argument drifted out of the dinning room about wether or not they were allowed to feed Blaine. Kurt headed for the raised voices. Why were they even discussing food for the baby? Squalling infants grated on his nerves and if it started crying, whoever had the brilliant idea to not give it a bottle would be in charge of the brat until Cooper showed up. 

Kurt threw the dinning room doors apart and his entrance stopped the argument. Opening his mouth to start yelling, Kurt blinked when he saw the boy sitting in the chair at the head of the table. He'd thought Cooper looked good, but he was nothing compared to the beautiful boy in red and white striped pajamas. The amount of gel in Blaine's hair was criminal, but that could be fixed with a shower. A long, shared shower with lots of soap and groping. Kurt suddenly didn't care if Cooper ever showed up. He'd keep Blaine around just to stare at. And the way the boy blushed when his eyes dropped to the bulge in Kurt's pants suggested he'd would be allowed to do a lot more than look if he handled him carefully. Kurt definitely wanted to handle him.

Blaine gazed at him with amazing hazel eyes. “I'm not a bird. I don't know why the girl keeps saying that I am. I mean, I sing with the Warblers at school, but I'm not actually a bird.” He had to be terrified, but his voice remained steady while he spoke.

Kurt wanted him. Wanted to unbutton the shirt and strip off the pants. Wanted to suck hickies onto his skin. Wanted to make him moan. Wanted to see him come. Wanted it all.

“Oh baby,” Kurt breathed.