Getting past the dancing zombies had been surprisingly simple. As long as they didnt get close enough to touch any of them, none of the goblins paid them the slightest attention. Brittany might have glanced at him once or twice, but she didnt let it interrupt her singing or dancing. 

The part of the forest they were currently in seemed identical to every other part they had been in. Sue could be walking them around in circles for all he knew. Cooper didnt want to think she would do that. Shed been right when shed told him he had no choice but to trust her. She'd gotten twitchy about ten minutes ago after he'd lost sight of her for a few moments, and it kept getting worse the farther they'd walked.

"You hungry?" she asked, holding up a peach.

"Oh my god, yes." Cooper hadnt eaten in what felt like forever. If he hadnt been so thirsty, he would have questioned where she had gotten a perfectly ripe peach in the middle of a dark, grimy forest. For all he cared, she could have conjured it out of thin air. He bit into the fruit with no hesitation, chewed the bite and swallowed. 

His vision went fuzzy at the edges and the world took on a swimmy quality. Hed been drunk before but this was worse. Alcohol always made everything seem funny and interesting. This felt like fainting. He sat down before he could fall over.

Cooper had just enough presence of mind to look up at Sue and see the pained expression on her face. He didnt know what shed done to the peach. It rolled out of his hand and he blacked out before his head hit the ground. 

Something was wrong. 

Where was he?

Cooper glanced down at his clothes and found he had on formal wear - a black tux and shiny black shoes. He frowned. He didnt remember putting on a tux. The world around him slowly came into focus. Bright lights shown on him, illuminating the area of the stage he stood on. The audience cheered and several people called out his name.

Cooper turned. An enormous picture of him filled the screen behind him with the word WINNER near the bottom.

Something was wrong.

What award had he won? Cooper smiled his award winning smile, glad that he had practiced it previously or hed look pretty silly trying to accept something he didnt remember being nominated for. 

He faced forward and waved at the smiling faces. An academy award sat on the pedestal engraved with "Best Actor.”

Cooper had always known he would stand on a stage one day and accept an Oscar. He picked it up and nearly dropped it. He knew they wouldnt be solid gold or anything, but the lack of weight was startling. Cooper looked closer. Did they always have a bow tie on them? 

He should know. Hed had a picture of a Best Actor award in his room since before Blaine was in school. 

Something was wrong. 

He scanned the audience and didnt see Blaine. His brother should be here.

A man who looked horribly familiar in stylish, but inappropriate, clothes for an awards ceremony, smiled at Cooper from the first row. Who was that?

No one wore painted on pants and a vest over a white shirt with frilly sleeves to the Academy Awards. Cooper frowned. He looked like…

…Kurt, the goblin king.

"This isnt real," Cooper whispered. He picked up the statue and hurled it at the picture. The room and everyone in it shattered into a million pieces, dissolving into glittery dust. 

xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

How had Cooper seen through the dream? Kurt had shown him everything hed ever wanted - fame, acceptance, awards. And Cooper turned his nose up at it. Well screw him. Blaine was staying and there was nothing Cooper could do to keep them apart. Besides, the spell on the peach would make Cooper forget what he was doing. 

Kurt entered his bedroom quietly, unsure if Blaine would be asleep or not. The boy lay sprawled upon the bed, a silk sheet covering him to his waist. It would be so easy to pull the sheet down and wrap his lips around Blaines dick to wake him up. Kurt smiled. Blaine, who had no idea how amazing and beautiful he was. He leaned over and kissed Blaine's temple. 

“Kurt,” Blaine murmured. 

“Hey baby."

“You have the best bed ever. These sheets are like silk."

"They are silk. Only the best for my prince," Kurt said and then he winced. He didn't want to scare Blaine off with a declaration, but the fact that those words had slipped out spoke volumes. Blaine had to know how badly Kurt wanted him, not just sex, but for himself. He ran his fingers through Blaines curls, wondering how to explain that they belong together without sounding like a creeper. They hardly knew each other. "If you could do anything, what would you want to do?" Kurt asked. 

Blaine shuffled closer, wrapping his arm around Kurts waist. "Snuggle with you."

“You are snuggling with me.”

“Then I totally got my wish,” Blaine said.

"I mean a little longer term than that." 

"Mmmmm, sex."

Kurt laughed. "Something that doesnt involve us being naked."

"Oh.  Uh...if you mean like when I grow up?"

Kurt nodded.

Blaine smiled shyly. ”I want to preform. Ive always dreamed of singing on a stage and making people happy.”

"What about acting?" 

"Id love to be on Broadway," Blaine said. “The stage, the costumes, the applause. It would be a dream come true. Can you imagine a standing ovation for an amazing performance? Or maybe a movie. Even better if I could sing a song for the soundtrack, even if it's not a musical. I figure if Cooper can act, so can I. Most of the time he acts like an idiot and I know I can do better than that.”

Kurt groaned to himself. He needed to get up and go check on Cooper. 

Blaine tightened his grip, moving his legs between Kurt's. Everything was warm and wonderful and the longer he lay there, the less incentive Kurt had to leave.

He never wanted to move. Kurt carded his fingers through Blaines curls, enjoying the way they sprang back. "What play would you want to be in?"

“A musical, not a play, but something fun to start with like Spamalot and then move on to something more serious.”

Kurt and his minions put plays on all the time for the goblins. Blaine would be fantastic with an audience cheering him on. They could do Spamalot, Kurt thought. He'd even let Blaine play King Arthur if he wanted. 

Oh, god, he was in love. It was the only explanation for not demanding the starring role. 

He waited to freak out or think that it was too soon. Calm certainty settled over Kurt. It was too soon, but it didn't make it less true.

Kurt was in love with Blaine.