Fairy Boy - Four
Title: Fairy Boy aka "Waiting for my Fairy Godmother to Arrive"
Author: FearfulLT
Rating: Pg-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine (sorta), Kurt/Puck endgame.
Genre: Drama/Angst
Warning: Fairies, silliness, and a general lack of respect for canon.
Spoilers: Set somewhere in season two.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I'm not making any money from it, this is pure entertainment.
Summary: Original summary, modified summary - The troublemaker sprite Puck has just one chance left to avoid exile. The task? Be a fairy godmother and find this Hummel kid True Love. Before prom night. Sure... no problem.
Word Count: 2017
Notes: Sorry about the delay, I got caught up for a while drawing a birthday gift for a friend. Rest assured I shall be back on schedule from now on!
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“So, how did it go?”
Kurt wasn’t all that surprised to see Puck appear in his room, leaning against the wall near the door. He’d been expecting to hear from his fairy godwhatever since he’d gotten back home, but apparently Puck had decided to take his time and had only just shown up now that Kurt was out of the Dalton uniform and back in his own clothes.
“Fine,” Kurt replied, turning back to the mirror to finish wiping away the tiny hint of foundation that he always wore. “Actually it went well. We’re meeting for coffee after school tomorrow, and I think we might be meeting on Saturday as well.”
“So we have a winner,” Puck stated drily. “And it only took half a freakin’ month.”
“I think we’re making excellent time.”
“He still has to agree to go to that dance thing with you,” Puck pointed out.
“He will,” Kurt replied, more confident than he felt. “After all,” he added drily, “he is, supposedly, my One True Love.”
“More like your One True Oblivious Dork.”
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the fairy, noting the defensive posture and the bored look on his face. “You’re not a very supportive fairy godmother,” he commented. “Shouldn’t you be happy for me? That Blaine and I have hit it off should make your job easier.”
“Should,” Puck grumbled, “don’t mean it will.”
Exasperated, Kurt turned away from the mirror, hands on his hips. “You’re so pessimistic! What is with you? You’re a fairy for heaven’s sake, aren’t you supposed to be annoyingly cheerful like you usually are?”
“I’m not annoyingly cheerful,” Puck protested.
“Yes you are. You pester me about absolutely everything, you’re constantly poking me, and you’re always making jokes. You’re usually smiling too, so don’t tell me you’re not a cheerful person.”
“Do I look like a cheerful person?” Puck demanded, stepping away from Kurt’s wall to gesture at himself. Specifically at the slogan on his t-shirt, which read ‘Blow Me’.
Kurt arched an eyebrow. “I’d say that was a rather optimistic shirt, so yes.”
“It’s an insult, not an invitation!”
“Whatever you say, Puck.”
“Whatever. We’re not here to talk about me.”
“Why not?” Kurt asked impulsively. Surprised by the thought, he paused a moment, then sat down on his bed and looked at the fairy expectantly. “It seems like we have things on track where my True Love is concerned. In fact, my life as a whole is going fairly well right now. So why not?”
“Because,” Puck blustered, wings fluttering just a little in irritation.
“Because?”
“Just because. My life’s really not that interesting.”
“To me just your being a fairy is interesting,” Kurt pointed out. “What do fairies like you do when they’re not bothering their fairy-godchildren? Why did you choose to be a fairy godmother?”
Puck didn’t say anything. He just stood there, and if Kurt didn’t know any better he’d think that he didn’t know what to say.
“What?” Kurt pressed. “What is it? Aren’t you allowed to tell me?”
“I didn’t exactly... choose to be a fairy godmother,” Puck admitted finally, arms crossed over his chest. In fact he looked uncomfortable to even be talking about it.
Hearing that wasn’t a shock. Kurt had often suspected that it might not have been Puck’s first choice of profession, given the way the fairy dressed (and acted). “Then what happened?”
Puck shrugged. “I got demoted.”
“And you said your life wasn’t interesting.” Kurt settled himself more comfortably on the bed and tilted his head to the side. “What happened?”
“There’s not much to tell... ”
“Please?”
It was the please that got him. The please and those ridiculous eyes. Puck sighed heavily and scrubbed a hand over his mohawk. “Ok, fine.” He crossed the room and sat down on the end of the bed next to Kurt. “So I used to be a member of Oberon’s Court. I had it pretty sweet. I did pretty much what I wanted and got away with it ‘cause it ‘amused the court’. But then I pissed off the wrong fairy and got myself demoted - no court position, no influence, but I got to keep cruising along... Until I pulled this prank, right? Just a harmless little prank that got a little out of hand and maybe gave this one guy a tail.”
Kurt arched an eyebrow. “You gave someone a tail.”
“Just a little one,” Puck protested, then quickly continued; “Anyway, point is it attracted too much attention and I got hauled up in front of the court and got demoted. Again. Only this time I’m under the direct supervision of the scariest fairy to ever flutter the earth, the Godmother.”
“I had noticed that godmothering doesn’t seem to be a highly desired position,” Kurt commented dryly.
“Not by most fairies,” Puck admitted. “A few go into it by choice, most are just roped into it one way or another.”
Kurt glanced at the fairy sitting on the bed beside him, taking in the slightly hunched posture and the frown that creased his forehead. “So,” he said slowly, “I gather it must be important that you do things right and find me my True Love.”
Puck looked at him. For a moment it looked like he might deny it. “Yeah,” he said finally, “but only if I want to claw my way back up the social ladder.”
“Well,” Kurt announced, pasting a smile on his face and reaching over to pat Puck’s thigh. “If they don’t like you they’re obviously jerks.”
Puck looked down at Kurt’s hand, then back up at his face. He smiled. “You don’t even know the half of it. Court’s sweet and all, it’s nice, but there are some serious assholes who hang out there.”
“Like you?” Kurt asked innocently.
Puck grinned at him. “Like me.”
“Since you’re gone it’s probably quite nice now. I wonder if they’d let me visit.”
Puck laughed, even as he had a sudden mental image of Kurt singing for the fairy court. “I ever tell you how funny you are? I like it.” The fairy grinned at Kurt for a moment longer, then clapped his hands together. “Anway! Wanna brainstorm for your date with Prince Dork? You need to be able to seduce him into being your date.”
“Me?” Kurt pursed his lips. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to do the work... And he’s not a dork.”
“He is too, just admit it. Your true love is a dork. I think you should wear blue.”
The change in topic was so fast Kurt didn’t even see it coming. He blinked a moment, not sure he’d heard right. “What?”
Puck had taken his wand out, now he pointed it at himself. “Personal stylist, remember?”
Kurt looked the fairy up and down pointedly. “I’m not sure I want to take fashion advice from you...”
“How about sexy advice?” Puck smirked, “I’m good with sexy.”
“Oh my God.”
-
That Kurt had dressed in blue for his after school possible-date with Blaine had nothing to do with the fact that Puck had suggested it. He just happened to have bought a very nice blue cardigan on a recent shopping trip and it had only been logical to pair it with a navy tie. And if his confidence happened to have been bolstered by a sly ‘niiiice’ in a familiar voice on the way into the shop, well, who had to know?
Kurt simply ordered himself a drink and took a seat to wait for Blaine to arrive, determined to ignore the fact that Puck was no doubt watching from some invisible hiding place. Stalking him like the creepiest, most ironic chaperone ever.
He was a quarter of the way through his coffee when Blaine arrived, still dressed in his Dalton Academy uniform. Kurt would guess that he’d come straight from classes and hadn’t had time to change. He waved to Blaine to let him know where he was, and nodded when the other boy indicated that he was going to get a drink first before he sat down.
Those few minutes when Blaine was in line and waiting for his drink gave Kurt time to study him. He watched the way Blaine held himself, the confidence he seemed to project, the easy smile that he gave the cashier, and decided that he liked it. He subtly let his eyes wander from the top of Blaine’s head down to his feet, taking note of the body shape he could see and trying to figure out whether he was attracted to the other boy or not.
He was, he supposed, attracted to Blaine. The boy was slender, classically handsome, with a charming smile and an ass that promised all the right kinds of pertness. He tried to picture himself kissing Blaine and found it a fairly easy fantasy. Blaine would kiss the way he held himself, Kurt decided, confident but chaste.
Firm presses of the lips, he thought, and a hand cupping the side of his face.
“So,” a voice piped up on his left, “he’s ordered the medium drip. What do you think that says about him?”
Kurt knew without needing to look that it was Puck beside him. He also knew that Puck would be invisible. (Puck would kiss like he dressed, Kurt thought. A little bit wild but full of passion and confidence. He’d probably slip in the tongue too.) “That he likes medium drip,” Kurt answered softly, “now go away.”
“Whatever, Kurt. Call me if you need some mood music or whatever.”
Kurt didn’t hear him go, but he could only assume that Puck had left.
Blaine arrived at the small table just moments later, taking the seat across from the other boy and smiling at him. “Sorry I’m late. The traffic was pretty wild.”
“It’s alright,” Kurt assured him with a smile, “I only got here a few minutes before you.”
Blaine looked relieved enough that it was obvious he’d been genuinely worried. Now justly reassured he launched into an explanation of chatty teachers and classes running overtime because of extra ‘interesting tidbits’ that the students just had to know. Kurt listened politely, head tilted slightly to one side to show his interest. People had to have differences to make a relationship interesting, he reminded himself. Even if he was secretly relieved when the topic somehow slid over onto the repeal of DADT, a subject he could actually hold a conversation about.
-
“Well we agree about a lot, which is a good sign,” Kurt explained as he finished buttoning up his pyjama top, voice raised to carry through into the other room where his fairy godmother was waiting. “We’ve proven that we can hold a conversation for hours at a time with no awkward gaps. And he likes Project Runway.”
“Oh, an absolute must.” Puck’s voice was slightly sarcastic.
“We even like the same sorts of movies, though apparently he won’t touch horror with a ten foot pole.” Which, ok, cut down on potential Halloween-based activities... but that might be getting a little too ahead of himself.
“Seriously? Why not?”
“Something to do with an overactive imagination.” Fully dressed again, Kurt emerged from his walk in wardrobe and shuffled over to the bed, covers already turned down. “But he does enjoy classic movies, so I think I can forgive him.”
“So you’re getting along well with the Dork King then?”
“He’s not a...” Kurt paused, recalling a seven minute long rant about the merits of one cartoon versus another. He lay back in bed, trusting Puck to get the lights for him. “Well, ok. But there’s nothing wrong with being a dork.”
“Whatever,” Puck replied, flicking the light switch. “If you like that sort of thing.”
“You’re a dork.”
“Am not,” the fairy’s indignant statement came from right beside the bed.
“Are too,” Kurt smirked.
“Goodnight, you little shit.”
It was grumbled, but Kurt knew full well the only word he’d meant was the goodnight. “You too, Puck,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Don’t’ stumble on your way out.”
Author: FearfulLT
Rating: Pg-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Kurt/Blaine (sorta), Kurt/Puck endgame.
Genre: Drama/Angst
Warning: Fairies, silliness, and a general lack of respect for canon.
Spoilers: Set somewhere in season two.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I'm not making any money from it, this is pure entertainment.
Summary: Original summary, modified summary - The troublemaker sprite Puck has just one chance left to avoid exile. The task? Be a fairy godmother and find this Hummel kid True Love. Before prom night. Sure... no problem.
Word Count: 2017
Notes: Sorry about the delay, I got caught up for a while drawing a birthday gift for a friend. Rest assured I shall be back on schedule from now on!
-
“So, how did it go?”
Kurt wasn’t all that surprised to see Puck appear in his room, leaning against the wall near the door. He’d been expecting to hear from his fairy godwhatever since he’d gotten back home, but apparently Puck had decided to take his time and had only just shown up now that Kurt was out of the Dalton uniform and back in his own clothes.
“Fine,” Kurt replied, turning back to the mirror to finish wiping away the tiny hint of foundation that he always wore. “Actually it went well. We’re meeting for coffee after school tomorrow, and I think we might be meeting on Saturday as well.”
“So we have a winner,” Puck stated drily. “And it only took half a freakin’ month.”
“I think we’re making excellent time.”
“He still has to agree to go to that dance thing with you,” Puck pointed out.
“He will,” Kurt replied, more confident than he felt. “After all,” he added drily, “he is, supposedly, my One True Love.”
“More like your One True Oblivious Dork.”
Kurt glanced over his shoulder at the fairy, noting the defensive posture and the bored look on his face. “You’re not a very supportive fairy godmother,” he commented. “Shouldn’t you be happy for me? That Blaine and I have hit it off should make your job easier.”
“Should,” Puck grumbled, “don’t mean it will.”
Exasperated, Kurt turned away from the mirror, hands on his hips. “You’re so pessimistic! What is with you? You’re a fairy for heaven’s sake, aren’t you supposed to be annoyingly cheerful like you usually are?”
“I’m not annoyingly cheerful,” Puck protested.
“Yes you are. You pester me about absolutely everything, you’re constantly poking me, and you’re always making jokes. You’re usually smiling too, so don’t tell me you’re not a cheerful person.”
“Do I look like a cheerful person?” Puck demanded, stepping away from Kurt’s wall to gesture at himself. Specifically at the slogan on his t-shirt, which read ‘Blow Me’.
Kurt arched an eyebrow. “I’d say that was a rather optimistic shirt, so yes.”
“It’s an insult, not an invitation!”
“Whatever you say, Puck.”
“Whatever. We’re not here to talk about me.”
“Why not?” Kurt asked impulsively. Surprised by the thought, he paused a moment, then sat down on his bed and looked at the fairy expectantly. “It seems like we have things on track where my True Love is concerned. In fact, my life as a whole is going fairly well right now. So why not?”
“Because,” Puck blustered, wings fluttering just a little in irritation.
“Because?”
“Just because. My life’s really not that interesting.”
“To me just your being a fairy is interesting,” Kurt pointed out. “What do fairies like you do when they’re not bothering their fairy-godchildren? Why did you choose to be a fairy godmother?”
Puck didn’t say anything. He just stood there, and if Kurt didn’t know any better he’d think that he didn’t know what to say.
“What?” Kurt pressed. “What is it? Aren’t you allowed to tell me?”
“I didn’t exactly... choose to be a fairy godmother,” Puck admitted finally, arms crossed over his chest. In fact he looked uncomfortable to even be talking about it.
Hearing that wasn’t a shock. Kurt had often suspected that it might not have been Puck’s first choice of profession, given the way the fairy dressed (and acted). “Then what happened?”
Puck shrugged. “I got demoted.”
“And you said your life wasn’t interesting.” Kurt settled himself more comfortably on the bed and tilted his head to the side. “What happened?”
“There’s not much to tell... ”
“Please?”
It was the please that got him. The please and those ridiculous eyes. Puck sighed heavily and scrubbed a hand over his mohawk. “Ok, fine.” He crossed the room and sat down on the end of the bed next to Kurt. “So I used to be a member of Oberon’s Court. I had it pretty sweet. I did pretty much what I wanted and got away with it ‘cause it ‘amused the court’. But then I pissed off the wrong fairy and got myself demoted - no court position, no influence, but I got to keep cruising along... Until I pulled this prank, right? Just a harmless little prank that got a little out of hand and maybe gave this one guy a tail.”
Kurt arched an eyebrow. “You gave someone a tail.”
“Just a little one,” Puck protested, then quickly continued; “Anyway, point is it attracted too much attention and I got hauled up in front of the court and got demoted. Again. Only this time I’m under the direct supervision of the scariest fairy to ever flutter the earth, the Godmother.”
“I had noticed that godmothering doesn’t seem to be a highly desired position,” Kurt commented dryly.
“Not by most fairies,” Puck admitted. “A few go into it by choice, most are just roped into it one way or another.”
Kurt glanced at the fairy sitting on the bed beside him, taking in the slightly hunched posture and the frown that creased his forehead. “So,” he said slowly, “I gather it must be important that you do things right and find me my True Love.”
Puck looked at him. For a moment it looked like he might deny it. “Yeah,” he said finally, “but only if I want to claw my way back up the social ladder.”
“Well,” Kurt announced, pasting a smile on his face and reaching over to pat Puck’s thigh. “If they don’t like you they’re obviously jerks.”
Puck looked down at Kurt’s hand, then back up at his face. He smiled. “You don’t even know the half of it. Court’s sweet and all, it’s nice, but there are some serious assholes who hang out there.”
“Like you?” Kurt asked innocently.
Puck grinned at him. “Like me.”
“Since you’re gone it’s probably quite nice now. I wonder if they’d let me visit.”
Puck laughed, even as he had a sudden mental image of Kurt singing for the fairy court. “I ever tell you how funny you are? I like it.” The fairy grinned at Kurt for a moment longer, then clapped his hands together. “Anway! Wanna brainstorm for your date with Prince Dork? You need to be able to seduce him into being your date.”
“Me?” Kurt pursed his lips. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to do the work... And he’s not a dork.”
“He is too, just admit it. Your true love is a dork. I think you should wear blue.”
The change in topic was so fast Kurt didn’t even see it coming. He blinked a moment, not sure he’d heard right. “What?”
Puck had taken his wand out, now he pointed it at himself. “Personal stylist, remember?”
Kurt looked the fairy up and down pointedly. “I’m not sure I want to take fashion advice from you...”
“How about sexy advice?” Puck smirked, “I’m good with sexy.”
“Oh my God.”
-
That Kurt had dressed in blue for his after school possible-date with Blaine had nothing to do with the fact that Puck had suggested it. He just happened to have bought a very nice blue cardigan on a recent shopping trip and it had only been logical to pair it with a navy tie. And if his confidence happened to have been bolstered by a sly ‘niiiice’ in a familiar voice on the way into the shop, well, who had to know?
Kurt simply ordered himself a drink and took a seat to wait for Blaine to arrive, determined to ignore the fact that Puck was no doubt watching from some invisible hiding place. Stalking him like the creepiest, most ironic chaperone ever.
He was a quarter of the way through his coffee when Blaine arrived, still dressed in his Dalton Academy uniform. Kurt would guess that he’d come straight from classes and hadn’t had time to change. He waved to Blaine to let him know where he was, and nodded when the other boy indicated that he was going to get a drink first before he sat down.
Those few minutes when Blaine was in line and waiting for his drink gave Kurt time to study him. He watched the way Blaine held himself, the confidence he seemed to project, the easy smile that he gave the cashier, and decided that he liked it. He subtly let his eyes wander from the top of Blaine’s head down to his feet, taking note of the body shape he could see and trying to figure out whether he was attracted to the other boy or not.
He was, he supposed, attracted to Blaine. The boy was slender, classically handsome, with a charming smile and an ass that promised all the right kinds of pertness. He tried to picture himself kissing Blaine and found it a fairly easy fantasy. Blaine would kiss the way he held himself, Kurt decided, confident but chaste.
Firm presses of the lips, he thought, and a hand cupping the side of his face.
“So,” a voice piped up on his left, “he’s ordered the medium drip. What do you think that says about him?”
Kurt knew without needing to look that it was Puck beside him. He also knew that Puck would be invisible. (Puck would kiss like he dressed, Kurt thought. A little bit wild but full of passion and confidence. He’d probably slip in the tongue too.) “That he likes medium drip,” Kurt answered softly, “now go away.”
“Whatever, Kurt. Call me if you need some mood music or whatever.”
Kurt didn’t hear him go, but he could only assume that Puck had left.
Blaine arrived at the small table just moments later, taking the seat across from the other boy and smiling at him. “Sorry I’m late. The traffic was pretty wild.”
“It’s alright,” Kurt assured him with a smile, “I only got here a few minutes before you.”
Blaine looked relieved enough that it was obvious he’d been genuinely worried. Now justly reassured he launched into an explanation of chatty teachers and classes running overtime because of extra ‘interesting tidbits’ that the students just had to know. Kurt listened politely, head tilted slightly to one side to show his interest. People had to have differences to make a relationship interesting, he reminded himself. Even if he was secretly relieved when the topic somehow slid over onto the repeal of DADT, a subject he could actually hold a conversation about.
-
“Well we agree about a lot, which is a good sign,” Kurt explained as he finished buttoning up his pyjama top, voice raised to carry through into the other room where his fairy godmother was waiting. “We’ve proven that we can hold a conversation for hours at a time with no awkward gaps. And he likes Project Runway.”
“Oh, an absolute must.” Puck’s voice was slightly sarcastic.
“We even like the same sorts of movies, though apparently he won’t touch horror with a ten foot pole.” Which, ok, cut down on potential Halloween-based activities... but that might be getting a little too ahead of himself.
“Seriously? Why not?”
“Something to do with an overactive imagination.” Fully dressed again, Kurt emerged from his walk in wardrobe and shuffled over to the bed, covers already turned down. “But he does enjoy classic movies, so I think I can forgive him.”
“So you’re getting along well with the Dork King then?”
“He’s not a...” Kurt paused, recalling a seven minute long rant about the merits of one cartoon versus another. He lay back in bed, trusting Puck to get the lights for him. “Well, ok. But there’s nothing wrong with being a dork.”
“Whatever,” Puck replied, flicking the light switch. “If you like that sort of thing.”
“You’re a dork.”
“Am not,” the fairy’s indignant statement came from right beside the bed.
“Are too,” Kurt smirked.
“Goodnight, you little shit.”
It was grumbled, but Kurt knew full well the only word he’d meant was the goodnight. “You too, Puck,” he replied, closing his eyes. “Don’t’ stumble on your way out.”