“Hummel!”

Kurt looked up from the mirror, sparing a glance towards the door of the boys' dressing room, before getting back to fixing his hair.

“Yes Satan?”

“You're late for your autograph session by the castle in Fantasyland. Quinn already left.”

“What?”, he turned around, confused, looking for his belt and shoulder pads hurriedly, “Why would she go without me? She knows we're supposed to show up together.”

“What do you think I am, a mind reader?”, Santana replied, with her usual vaguely insulting tone, looking king of bored by the door, with her hands on her hips and a fake tiger fur cape thrown over her shoulder. “I think she left with the new Ariel girl though.”, she continued, and Kurt knew her well enough to recognize when she was trying to appear disinterested with gossip, head held high and flicking the white half of her hair off her face, “Were there so little people auditioning for the role that they had to pick that midget? Way to go against princess stereotypes Disney-“

“What do you want Santana? Don't you have little puppies to steal?”, Kurt huffed out, looking back at the mirror to check if there was something missing. No, perfect Prince Charming.

“Oh hush Hummel, I'm just curious about our new colleagues! You know Auntie Tana here likes to be friends with all the princes and princesses around.”

“Mostly with the princesses, though”, Kurt murmured as he passed by Santana, making to leave the staff lounge.

“What was that Hummel? What would Cinderella think if she heard you talking like that?”, she called after him, and really, why was she the only one who didn't get tired of making character related jokes?

“You know, this is why they didn't want you to be Jasmine anymore.”, he howled back as he opened the door and walked out.

“Oh please, I prefer to think of it as a promotion!”

****

Kurt walked all the way to the castle, his steps calm and composed as he looked around and waved royally, smiling gently and bowing to little girls in princess' dresses, taking pictures and signing Mickey or Toy Story's autograph books. The girls who had Cinderella's dresses were especially happy to see him and always wanted pictures. He played his part, of course, exclaiming how long he'd been waiting to find them, and gasping at the sight of their glass slippers.

But he had to keep it short and keep waiting lines from forming, because the autograph session with Cinderella and Charming had a time and a place, and he sure as hell hoped Quinn wasn't going to be late. Kids liked him, sure, but they usually really wanted to see the princesses.

As he neared his destination, his attention was drawn to the margin of the Fantasyland's lake, the one that surrounded the castle. A little but loud crowd was formed there and he could see there was a fellow character in the middle, but couldn't really identify them from a distance.

That is until the crowd parted slightly, and then Kurt honest to God gasped.

Of course they all had similarities to their characters. There was the exception of their latin Cruella (Santana had been pissed and very close to going all Lima Heights Adjacent when the producers told her she couldn't get any tanner while she had the role), but other than that, there were always enough people auditioning that they could afford to really pick people who looked like the characters. Kurt had been Pinocchio for a while when he first started working at Disneyland, but then someone saw him and Quinn talking (who, at the time, was Thinkerbell), and well, there were vacancies in the Fantasyland department, and that was it.

But the boy currently wearing Prince Eric's clothes, with his boots and rolled up trousers, looked like a prince straight out of a children's book, with gelled back hair and bright eyes and a smile that had all the boys around grin back and the little girls blush.

The little girls and Kurt, who currently looked very much like a gaping fish, stopped in his tracks and with kids looking at him, not sure of whether or not they should talk to him.

Kurt was snapped out of it by a malefic laugh coming from behind him, and he turned to find Mercedes – this is, Ursula – looking absolutely terrifying and walking in Eric's direction. He then watched, amused, as Eric saw her and gasped, an expression of horror falling over his pretty face, as he took trembling steps backwards and told the children around him to hide, as he moved to take his sword from his holder.

Kurt was pretty amused by the whole thing. It wasn't very often that you ran into someone from your character's story, so when it happened they tended to play it out. Children went crazy with it.

So Kurt was smiling and enjoying the show his very handsome new colleague was putting on. And the fact that he was enjoying it so much was probably what kept him from realizing that things were about to go really wrong, really fast.

Eric reached the edge of the lake, and before Kurt, or Mercedes, or a parent, or anyone, really, could warn him, he was taking another step, tripping over the low railing, and falling and sliding, rather violently, and head first, into the lake.

Kurt was the first one to react, with Mercedes calling for help and fumbling uselessly at her dress, which kept her from moving freely, and the parents holding and keeping their children back. So he ran to the lake and carefully slid down the margin, until he was in to his thighs (the lake wasn't that deep, come on, it's Disneyland), and could see Eric's head coming out, his eyes closed and coughing out water everywhere. He reached for him and pulled him until he was sitting on the margin, only his feet still inside the water. He made a sign that everything was okay, for the parents and Mercedes, and they took the children away, probably to see Cinderella, that should be close by by then.

Kurt then put his attention back on the dizzy prince in front of him, who had a hand up in his head and had a painful expression on his face.

“Ouch”, he mumbled as he rubbed his head and finally opened his eyes. He blinked a couple of times before his hazel eyes focused and settled on Kurt.

“Oh wow”, he breathed out, “I must have hit my head really hard to be saved by a merman prince. Can hallucinations call 911?”

Kurt laughed loudly, shaking his head and reassuring the boy, “Sorry, you only get a fake prince. Unless you're actually seeing a fish tail on me, in which case I'll actually have to call 911.”

Eric – and that's when Kurt realized he still didn't know this boy's name, and that he was probably one of the new actors Santana was talking about earlier. – chuckled and shook his head, which he seemed to regret a second later if his grimace was anything to go by, “No, you're good, no fish tails. Though you look very much like a prince to me. Charming?”

“Kurt, actually”, he answered, offering his hand to help the other boy up, “But don't tell that to anyone up there.”

“Sure”, the boy smiled as he took Kurt's hand, and offered back, “I'm Blaine.”

“Well, let's get you out of the water and back to your castle then, Prince Blaine.”

****

It was a warm summer day, so they could calmly walk back to the staff area (Quinn would be pissed about Kurt not showing up, but he had covered for her in past occasions, and, hell, Kurt had priorities), without having Blaine at risk of hypothermia. Of course, having two princes walking around the park in different states of soaked was bound to call for some attention. They signed some autographs and took some pictures, but Kurt kept telling the kids that he had to get Prince Eric to the castle so he wouldn't get sick, and Blaine nodded gently along, clearly still not feeling like moving his head too fast.

Some kids asked where were Ariel and Cinderella, and they dodged those bullets by saying all the princesses were having a private tea party in the castle, so all the princes had to fend for themselves for a while and protect the kingdom. That made most of the kids nod solemnly, showing that they understood those responsibilities, but, just as they were nearing the partially hidden entrance to the staff area, a little boy with wild red hair and big blue eyes, wearing a Peter Pan costume, approached them, with whom they assumed to be his parents walking some steps behind him, smiling encouragingly when the boy timidly looked back at them. They stopped walking so the boy could catch up to them, but he just stared at the floor, the freckles on his nose and cheeks almost invisible under the shy blush he was sporting.

Kurt and Blaine smiled at each other, before they both crouched down to be eye level with the boy.

“Well hello Peter! What are you doing so far away from Neverland?”, Kurt asked, his voice purposely calm and prince-like.

The boy timidly looked up at them, with the beginning of a smile on his lips.

“Oh my, Thinkerbell must be so upset that you came to see all the pretty princesses without her!”, Blaine added, looking accordingly shocked and teasing, and, shit, Kurt's crush on him was growing way too quickly.

The little boy laughed and finally raised his head to look at them, an empty space from a missing tooth showing on his mouth thanks to his huge smile. Then, his brows furrowed, “Why are you all wet?”, he inquired confusedly, his shyness suddenly forgotten.

“Oh, see, I was distracted because Ursula showed up and I fell into the lake. But Prince Charming saw and he scared the bad witch away and saved me! I don't even want to think about what would have happened if he hadn't been there! Isn't he awesome?”, Blaine said, way too enthusiastically, looking at Kurt in the end, and Kurt would call him out on his over-acting if he wasn't so busy swooning.

“Yes!”, the little boy agreed, nodding his head, “But are you sure you didn't hurt yourself?”, and, yes, Kurt saw hundreds of kids every day, but hell if this one wasn't the most adorable little thing he'd ever seen.

Blaine smiled and reassured him, “No, I hit my head but I'm sure it'll be fine. I might get a bump though. Nothing a prince like me can't handle.”

But the boy shook his head vehemently, “No no, hitting your head is bad! You need a kiss to make it better!”.

And then he stared very seriously at Kurt.

What…?

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh”, Kurt replied (very coherently if you ask him), and Blaine chocked down a laugh by his side, “I-I'm sure we can find Ariel once we get-“

“No”, the boy commanded, “You have to do it. Otherwise it will get big and hurt him really bad.”

Kurt looked at the boy's parents, looking for support, but they just stood there smiling at him; and then at Blaine, and that bastard, looking far too amused with the situation.

“Come on Charming, Peter is right, you don't wanna have to explain to Ariel and to my whole kingdom that you let me fall into a deep sleep, do you?”, Blaine agreed, looking at Kurt with his big bright stupid eyes and his beautiful stupid lips together and stretched on a smile that clearly showed how much he was trying to contain his amusement. Kurt was considering just smacking him on the head and be done with it, damn the kid, but then Blaine tilted his head slightly, the amusement on his face being replaced by fondness, as he looked up from beneath his lashed and whispered “Please”.

Fuck.

Kurt took a deep breath and brought his hands up to hold Blaine's head, one moving to cradle the back of his neck and the other touching his hair – his curls completely freed from their gel prison after their encounter with the lake's water – on the place where he'd hit head. He looked at Blaine again, who still had an encouraging smile on, and then tilted his head to press a lingering kiss on the place where he could already feel a bump forming.

“There”, he breathed as he pulled back, feeling his face – hell, his whole body - heating up, and feeling a lot better seeing that Blaine was having the same problem, trying to hide it by looking down at the floor.

“Perfect! Now he'll heal with no problems!”, the boy exclaimed happily, and both Kurt and Blaine jumped slightly, remembering where they were and with whom they were. But the little Peter Pan was almost jumping up and down with enthusiasm and his parents were still smiling, now also looking knowingly at them.

They both cleared their throats and stood up, not really looking at each other, and finally asked the boy if he wanted them to sign anything or take a picture. They smiled as they signed the boy's Disney Princesses' autograph book, and kneeled to take a picture, the boy between them and their arms over each other in the back.

****

Once they finally got inside the building, Blaine rushed to the shower, the cold clothes getting the best of him at last, and Kurt waited for him in the boys' dressing room, his hands writhing on his lap and his leg twitching relentlessly, his pants still wet to the knee and clinging to his skin uncomfortably.

He was so distracted he almost jumped out of his seat when the door to the bathroom opened, Blaine coming out wearing a grey t-shirt and navy blue sweatpants, his curls sticking to his forehead, and his wet Eric outfit over his arm. Kurt barely gave him time to dump the outfit in the dirty clothes basket before he started talking.

“Look I'm really sorry about that out there. It's just that we're not supposed to say no to the kids and he was really adamant – I mean, it was hard to believe he was all shy at the start and then -, I just mean I really had no way to refuse and I'm so sorry if I made you uncomfortable-“

“What?”, Blaine was staring at him from where he stood on the other side of the room since he started talking, looking confused, until he interrupted, his tone perplexed, “Kurt, don't be silly, when did I ever made you think I was uncomfortable?”

Kurt sputtered, his mouth hanging open (wow, way to look attractive Kurt), “I-I just thought-“

Blaine smiled and crossed the space between them, stopping right in front of Kurt, with their knees almost touching, and let his hands fall on Kurt's shoulders. He squeezed where Kurt's neck met his shoulder, and bent down to look him in the eye, “Believe me, I was most definitely not uncomfortable, Kurt. In fact-“.

He looked so honest Kurt had no choice but to believe him, and felt a shiver running down his spine as Blaine brought a hand up to push a brown lock of hair that had fallen on his forehead back. Kurt inhaled sharply and held his breath as Blaine looked at his head, letting his hand fall back down and looking nervous all of a sudden, gulping and closing his eyes like he was steeling himself for something.

“In fact”, Blaine continued, as he opened his eyes again and looked at Kurt, “I was this close to pretending to fall asleep just so you'd have to kiss me for real to wake me up.”

A laugh escaped Kurt before he could control it, but at the sight of Blaine's falling face, his eyes refusing to meet Kurt's and looking at the ground, Kurt leaned up to crash his lips against Blaine's, lacing his arms around the other boy's neck to pull him down into the kiss.

Blaine sighed in relief and smiled against his lips, before angling his face better, their noses knocking together and making them smile as their mouths melded together correctly, the wet sound of their lips sliding against each other too loud in the otherwise quiet room.

There was a smacking sound as Kurt pulled back that made them both giggle, their foreheads pressed together as they looked at each other.

“See”, Kurt whispered, “All healed up.”

“Oh, fuck me sideways, are you kidding me?”, they jumped apart at the voice coming from the door. Santana stood there, hands on her hips, her shocked expression turned comic by the frame of black and white hair on her head, “This is un-fucking-believable, first I walk into the girls dress room to find Quinn with the dwarf, big-nosed Ariel on her lap, giggling and playing with her clearly painted red hair, and now I come here and what do I find? The beginning of a princes' sword fight! Oh wouldn't Walt Disney have a field day if he saw this. Co�o, I really need to find a new job.”

And then she turned and left.

Kurt and Blaine looked at each other before they started laughing, Blaine actually sitting down on Kurt's lap as they took deep breaths and tried to control themselves.

“Jeez, she has to learn how to control that temper or she'll get grey hair very soon.”

Kurt sputtered, grabbing Blaine around the waist and pulling him against his chest, hiding his face on his neck. Oh I'm definitely going to keep him, he thought as he called Blaine an idiot and kept laughing. Who was he kidding, they all loved the jokes.

The End