Chapter Ten!
Title: Ambrosia
Chapter: 10/11
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX
“Can you three please stop being so adorable and infecting people with cute?” Mercedes asked, though her face was split with a wide grin.
“Hmmm,” Kurt murmured, sprawled against Blaine, who in turned was sprawled against Dave. He squinted his eyes, looking like he was thinking about the question while chewing on a carrot stick. “I don’t think so.”
Dave laughed softly, his head falling back against the sloped side of the couch. “It is universally impossible for you to stop looking cute.”
Mercedes snorted and rolled her eyes, snatching up a slice of cucumber from the veggie tray on the table and crunched on it. Kurt was so happy, and so in love; hell the pink cartoon hearts were almost visible. In turn, everyone around Kurt was happy, most of them were carefree and had nothing to worry about in the world, save for feeling warm and fuzzy inside. It was possible that the love was infectious considering Sam and Quinn were now even more inseparable than usual.
It was sweet. In a sugar coma, cavity inducing way.
Mercedes was scared to see what happened when they started having sex. She theorized Puck’s head exploding from sexual frustration and Sam and Quinn being unheard of for a week. And a lot of people getting lucky at random, spontaneous intervals.
Blaine looked over as he was prodded lightly with Kurt’s elbow and noticed one of his maenads heading their way. He flashed her a bright smile, which she readily returned, toying with her hair as she stopped by the side of the couch.
“Meeting time?” Blaine asked, getting a nod in reply. He nodded back, stretching when Kurt slid up from the couch to let him free.
“What’s the meeting for?” Kurt asked, almost immediately settling back onto the couch, this time against Dave, who looped an arm around his waist.
“School play, we’re trying to figure out which to do.” Blaine informed, sliding down to press his mouth against Kurt’s before lifting his chin and sliding his mouth to Dave. He rounded the couch, slinging an arm around the maenad’s shoulder, who slung an arm around his waist in return.
“Bitch.” Kurt snarked, his eyes narrowing on the maenad’s back.
Dave pressed his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. “We’ll talk to him about them after, okay? But his father had a lot of help with his work.”
“I know...” Kurt threaded his fingers with Dave’s and squeezed. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“No,” Dave agreed, nudging at Kurt’s shoulder playfully, “you don’t.”
“We have fight training,” Mercedes reminded, standing up and prodding at Dave.
Dave huffed a sigh and stood, stretching until his joints popped. “Oh that feels good. What are you going to do?”
Kurt slid up, stretching languidly with a happy sigh. “You go have fun kicking ass. I have a paper I need to work on about Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite so I plan to lock myself in my room and type like the wind.”
Dave smiled and nodded, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead, making Kurt’s eyelids flutter. “I’ll check on you after I do my calculus homework, okay?”
“No rush,” Kurt assured, his fingers skimming down Dave’s side, “I’ll be in my room all night.”
“‘Kay.” Dave swooped down and pressed his mouth to Kurt’s before straightening. “Love you.”
Kurt watched Dave retreat, the fluttery love feeling welling up in his chest before he headed upstairs to do his homework. Kurt rounded the banister on the third floor, before pausing when he heard yelling, in what sounded like Quinn’s voice. Quinn never rose her voice, she was always pleasant, even Sam was eerily calm. Curious, Kurt slipped back down to the third floor landing and headed towards Sam and Quinn’s room.
The door was open, exposing their room to the stark, bare hallway. Kurt always knew which room they were in, but he had never seen the inside. The two twin beds that were in most standard rooms weren’t there, instead a canopy queen sized bed sat off against the wall. A love seat was on the opposite wall, facing a small TV their desk next to a laptop. The room was tastefully decorated, the walls were a simple, muted taupe but they were accented with splashes of colour from paintings and posters. Two sheaves of wheat crossed over the window that looked out over the backyard, symbolising their allegiance to their mother.
A man was sitting in the computer chair, looking displeased and agitated. Quinn was in front of him, her expression similar to his own, her hands were balled into fists at her side and Sam was lightly holding her shoulders, his eyes conflicted. Kurt knocked on the door frame lightly, drawing Quinn’s eyes from the man in the chair to Kurt and she offered a shaky smile in greeting.
“Hey, Kurt.” She relaxed her hands, motioning him into the room. “Uh, this is... This is our dad, Jeffery.”
Kurt offered a hand to the man, smiling politely. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans, I’m Kurt Hummel.”
The man looked to Kurt’s outstretched hand before looking to Kurt’s face and simply nodded curtly, his hands remaining clasped in his lap. “Likewise.”
Kurt let his hand drop as his fingers curled into his palm. He turned to Quinn and Sam, smiling at the twins. “You okay? Everything’s a little...” He trailed off, trying to find the right way to explain his reaction to the tense, emotional situation. “Itchy.”
Sam nodded, his arms sliding down Quinn’s sides to wrap around her middle, pulling her back lightly against his body, baring the brunt of her weight. “We’re good.” Sam’s eyes flickered to his father’s face, noting his curled upper lip. “Can’t say the same for him.”
Kurt’s eyebrows knitted as he looked back to Jeffrey Evans and then to his son and daughter, trying to fill in the blanks. Slowly it dawned on him. Their dad didn’t approve of their relationship. Kurt had never really thought about it, about the fact that in the “real world” what Sam and Quinn were doing, what they were was not only taboo, but illegal. He just accepted their relationship, their unending, flawless love, because he could see it, he could feel it. It was as legitimate and as heartfelt as his, Blaine and Dave’s relationship or his father and his stepmother’s.
“Oh,” Kurt breathed out slowly, swallowing.
“Yeah,” Sam echoed, “oh.”
“Well...” Jeffery pulled himself out of the chair he was occupying. “I should get going.”
Sam scoffed and lowered his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around Quinn. “Yeah, because fifteen minutes with your children every two years is too much to handle.”
“Sam,” Quinn’s voice was low, even as tears fell silently from her eyes. “Let him go.”
Kurt stepped to the side as Jeffrey brushed out of the room, the sharp pain of longing in his chest as strong as he was sure Sam and Quinn felt it. He looked back at the twins, who were embracing, swaying softly in place as they reaffirmed themselves of each other. Rage boiled up inside of him and Kurt stalked out of the room and down the stairs after their father.
“Hey!”
Jeffrey turned as Kurt hopped off the last few steps and stormed towards him. “What do you want, kid?”
“Go back up there and apologize! They’re your children, you should love them unconditionally!”
Jeffrey snorted and got close to Kurt, invading his personal space but Kurt didn’t back down, instead stared back with defiant eyes. “Look, kid. You don’t know what you’re talking about. What they’re doing is disgusting and unnatural, just like their mother. They sleep together. They’ve been... off ever since they were little. But when they turned twelve it got to the point where it was crossing a line. Touching and kissing. So I shipped them here. If they loved me, they would stop.”
Kurt’s mouth twisted up and he locked his jaw, straightening himself up even further so he was nearly at equal height with Jeffrey Evans’ shoulder. They were gathering an audience but he didn’t care. “I do know what I’m talking about, sir,” the sarcastic title rolled off Kurt’s tongue like venom. “Love is all I know. I’m a child of Aphrodite, and so help me, Sam and Quinn are the perfect definition of true love. They do everything together, they’re each other’s equal in all aspects. They’re tied together with a bright red swath of pure love and you don’t even need my powers to be able to see it. They embody harmony, marriage and everything that is sacred to their mother, how dare you suggest they are unnatural and disgusting, they’re... breathtakingly beautiful.”
Jeffrey’s mouth pressed into a line as he seized Kurt by the shoulders and pulled him close. “You’ll do wise to keep your freak mouth shut. Don’t tell me how to parent my children and I won’t break you in half.” He shoved Kurt back and Kurt stumbled into Santana, who pushed him upright again. “All of you. Wrong!” He turned on his heel and wrenched the front door open before slamming it shut.
Kurt ran to the door, flinging it open. “That’s it! Run from what you don’t understand! You’ll never be loved with all that hate inside of you. I hope you stay alone and miserable for the rest of your life! Do you hear me?!” Kurt sneered as the man pivoted in place, walking backwards towards the gate and gave him the finger. “Good luck with your love life, Mr. Evans! Maybe when you learn the true meaning of love you can come back and talk to me!”
Closing the door, Kurt pressing his forehead to the glass before turning and pushing past the small crowd to head back to see Sam and Quinn. They were sitting on their love seat, heads resting together. Kurt stepped inside and smiled at them, any edges of anger left in him ebbing away with the soothing balm of their love.
“If he comes and bothers you again, let me know.”
Sam stretched out an arm and Kurt laughed, resting his hip against the side of the love seat before he was hauled into an embrace by the twins. He wrapped his arms around their necks, smiling. After a few minutes of crushing each other in various positions, Kurt stood and straightened.
“I have a paper to do.”
Sam nodded, his arms curling around Quinn again. “Thanks, Kurt.”
Kurt saluted. “Anytime.”
With a smile on his face, Kurt headed up the last flight of stairs to his room, his paper calling his name.
~*~
Kurt looked up from his spot in bed when his door opened and Blaine’s head popped in, a faint smile on his face. “Hey you.”
Kurt smiled tiredly, waving Blaine in, who was quickly followed by Dave. “Hey, it’s my two favourite people.”
“How’s your headache?” Dave asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Word had gotten out about Kurt confronting Sam and Quinn’s dad. No less than half an hour after Kurt returned to his room, his head felt like it was being crushed. A side effect, he was told, of exerting so much power towards Jeffrey Evans - he had told him to be alone and miserable after all - as well as feeling too much emotion from Sam and Quinn.
“Better. I burned some of the frankincense Blaine gave me, it helped.”
“I’m glad,” Blaine replied, smiling. He pressed his hand to Kurt’s forehead before pressing his lips to Kurt’s cheek and stretched out beside him. “Dave said you wanted to talk to me?”
“Mmm...” Kurt nodded, motioning to Dave to lay down so he would be sandwiched safely between them on his too small bed. “Do you have to be so affectionate with your maenads?”
Blaine blinked and his face washed over in confusion. “Huh?”
Dave chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. “You clueless, adorable ass. You have no idea how touchy-feely you are with them, do you?”
“I don’t mind you hugging them or holding them. I don’t,” Kurt assured, he didn’t want to come off as a completely jealous monster. “I just don’t like them touching you.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, smiling as he traced a finger down Kurt’s nose and pressed their mouths together softly. “Jealousy looks good on you. I’ll work on it.”
Kurt laughed weakly, burrowing against Dave’s warm, solid frame as his eyes drooped shut. “Oh... Mercedes wants me to join fight training because of the whole minotaur business. So, I’ll be there for the next session.”
Dave smiled, pulling the covers around Kurt tighter. “Awesome.”
Blaine rested his chin against Kurt’s shoulder, his leg wrapping around Kurt’s and slid his eyes shut. Kurt yawned again, feeling secure and warm, his temples throbbed and he shut his eyes, letting sleep slowly take him.
~~ PART ELEVEN~~
Chapter: 10/11
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX
“Can you three please stop being so adorable and infecting people with cute?” Mercedes asked, though her face was split with a wide grin.
“Hmmm,” Kurt murmured, sprawled against Blaine, who in turned was sprawled against Dave. He squinted his eyes, looking like he was thinking about the question while chewing on a carrot stick. “I don’t think so.”
Dave laughed softly, his head falling back against the sloped side of the couch. “It is universally impossible for you to stop looking cute.”
Mercedes snorted and rolled her eyes, snatching up a slice of cucumber from the veggie tray on the table and crunched on it. Kurt was so happy, and so in love; hell the pink cartoon hearts were almost visible. In turn, everyone around Kurt was happy, most of them were carefree and had nothing to worry about in the world, save for feeling warm and fuzzy inside. It was possible that the love was infectious considering Sam and Quinn were now even more inseparable than usual.
It was sweet. In a sugar coma, cavity inducing way.
Mercedes was scared to see what happened when they started having sex. She theorized Puck’s head exploding from sexual frustration and Sam and Quinn being unheard of for a week. And a lot of people getting lucky at random, spontaneous intervals.
Blaine looked over as he was prodded lightly with Kurt’s elbow and noticed one of his maenads heading their way. He flashed her a bright smile, which she readily returned, toying with her hair as she stopped by the side of the couch.
“Meeting time?” Blaine asked, getting a nod in reply. He nodded back, stretching when Kurt slid up from the couch to let him free.
“What’s the meeting for?” Kurt asked, almost immediately settling back onto the couch, this time against Dave, who looped an arm around his waist.
“School play, we’re trying to figure out which to do.” Blaine informed, sliding down to press his mouth against Kurt’s before lifting his chin and sliding his mouth to Dave. He rounded the couch, slinging an arm around the maenad’s shoulder, who slung an arm around his waist in return.
“Bitch.” Kurt snarked, his eyes narrowing on the maenad’s back.
Dave pressed his mouth to Kurt’s shoulder, nuzzling into the skin. “We’ll talk to him about them after, okay? But his father had a lot of help with his work.”
“I know...” Kurt threaded his fingers with Dave’s and squeezed. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
“No,” Dave agreed, nudging at Kurt’s shoulder playfully, “you don’t.”
“We have fight training,” Mercedes reminded, standing up and prodding at Dave.
Dave huffed a sigh and stood, stretching until his joints popped. “Oh that feels good. What are you going to do?”
Kurt slid up, stretching languidly with a happy sigh. “You go have fun kicking ass. I have a paper I need to work on about Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite so I plan to lock myself in my room and type like the wind.”
Dave smiled and nodded, carding his fingers through Kurt’s hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead, making Kurt’s eyelids flutter. “I’ll check on you after I do my calculus homework, okay?”
“No rush,” Kurt assured, his fingers skimming down Dave’s side, “I’ll be in my room all night.”
“‘Kay.” Dave swooped down and pressed his mouth to Kurt’s before straightening. “Love you.”
Kurt watched Dave retreat, the fluttery love feeling welling up in his chest before he headed upstairs to do his homework. Kurt rounded the banister on the third floor, before pausing when he heard yelling, in what sounded like Quinn’s voice. Quinn never rose her voice, she was always pleasant, even Sam was eerily calm. Curious, Kurt slipped back down to the third floor landing and headed towards Sam and Quinn’s room.
The door was open, exposing their room to the stark, bare hallway. Kurt always knew which room they were in, but he had never seen the inside. The two twin beds that were in most standard rooms weren’t there, instead a canopy queen sized bed sat off against the wall. A love seat was on the opposite wall, facing a small TV their desk next to a laptop. The room was tastefully decorated, the walls were a simple, muted taupe but they were accented with splashes of colour from paintings and posters. Two sheaves of wheat crossed over the window that looked out over the backyard, symbolising their allegiance to their mother.
A man was sitting in the computer chair, looking displeased and agitated. Quinn was in front of him, her expression similar to his own, her hands were balled into fists at her side and Sam was lightly holding her shoulders, his eyes conflicted. Kurt knocked on the door frame lightly, drawing Quinn’s eyes from the man in the chair to Kurt and she offered a shaky smile in greeting.
“Hey, Kurt.” She relaxed her hands, motioning him into the room. “Uh, this is... This is our dad, Jeffery.”
Kurt offered a hand to the man, smiling politely. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Evans, I’m Kurt Hummel.”
The man looked to Kurt’s outstretched hand before looking to Kurt’s face and simply nodded curtly, his hands remaining clasped in his lap. “Likewise.”
Kurt let his hand drop as his fingers curled into his palm. He turned to Quinn and Sam, smiling at the twins. “You okay? Everything’s a little...” He trailed off, trying to find the right way to explain his reaction to the tense, emotional situation. “Itchy.”
Sam nodded, his arms sliding down Quinn’s sides to wrap around her middle, pulling her back lightly against his body, baring the brunt of her weight. “We’re good.” Sam’s eyes flickered to his father’s face, noting his curled upper lip. “Can’t say the same for him.”
Kurt’s eyebrows knitted as he looked back to Jeffrey Evans and then to his son and daughter, trying to fill in the blanks. Slowly it dawned on him. Their dad didn’t approve of their relationship. Kurt had never really thought about it, about the fact that in the “real world” what Sam and Quinn were doing, what they were was not only taboo, but illegal. He just accepted their relationship, their unending, flawless love, because he could see it, he could feel it. It was as legitimate and as heartfelt as his, Blaine and Dave’s relationship or his father and his stepmother’s.
“Oh,” Kurt breathed out slowly, swallowing.
“Yeah,” Sam echoed, “oh.”
“Well...” Jeffery pulled himself out of the chair he was occupying. “I should get going.”
Sam scoffed and lowered his eyes, his arms wrapping tighter around Quinn. “Yeah, because fifteen minutes with your children every two years is too much to handle.”
“Sam,” Quinn’s voice was low, even as tears fell silently from her eyes. “Let him go.”
Kurt stepped to the side as Jeffrey brushed out of the room, the sharp pain of longing in his chest as strong as he was sure Sam and Quinn felt it. He looked back at the twins, who were embracing, swaying softly in place as they reaffirmed themselves of each other. Rage boiled up inside of him and Kurt stalked out of the room and down the stairs after their father.
“Hey!”
Jeffrey turned as Kurt hopped off the last few steps and stormed towards him. “What do you want, kid?”
“Go back up there and apologize! They’re your children, you should love them unconditionally!”
Jeffrey snorted and got close to Kurt, invading his personal space but Kurt didn’t back down, instead stared back with defiant eyes. “Look, kid. You don’t know what you’re talking about. What they’re doing is disgusting and unnatural, just like their mother. They sleep together. They’ve been... off ever since they were little. But when they turned twelve it got to the point where it was crossing a line. Touching and kissing. So I shipped them here. If they loved me, they would stop.”
Kurt’s mouth twisted up and he locked his jaw, straightening himself up even further so he was nearly at equal height with Jeffrey Evans’ shoulder. They were gathering an audience but he didn’t care. “I do know what I’m talking about, sir,” the sarcastic title rolled off Kurt’s tongue like venom. “Love is all I know. I’m a child of Aphrodite, and so help me, Sam and Quinn are the perfect definition of true love. They do everything together, they’re each other’s equal in all aspects. They’re tied together with a bright red swath of pure love and you don’t even need my powers to be able to see it. They embody harmony, marriage and everything that is sacred to their mother, how dare you suggest they are unnatural and disgusting, they’re... breathtakingly beautiful.”
Jeffrey’s mouth pressed into a line as he seized Kurt by the shoulders and pulled him close. “You’ll do wise to keep your freak mouth shut. Don’t tell me how to parent my children and I won’t break you in half.” He shoved Kurt back and Kurt stumbled into Santana, who pushed him upright again. “All of you. Wrong!” He turned on his heel and wrenched the front door open before slamming it shut.
Kurt ran to the door, flinging it open. “That’s it! Run from what you don’t understand! You’ll never be loved with all that hate inside of you. I hope you stay alone and miserable for the rest of your life! Do you hear me?!” Kurt sneered as the man pivoted in place, walking backwards towards the gate and gave him the finger. “Good luck with your love life, Mr. Evans! Maybe when you learn the true meaning of love you can come back and talk to me!”
Closing the door, Kurt pressing his forehead to the glass before turning and pushing past the small crowd to head back to see Sam and Quinn. They were sitting on their love seat, heads resting together. Kurt stepped inside and smiled at them, any edges of anger left in him ebbing away with the soothing balm of their love.
“If he comes and bothers you again, let me know.”
Sam stretched out an arm and Kurt laughed, resting his hip against the side of the love seat before he was hauled into an embrace by the twins. He wrapped his arms around their necks, smiling. After a few minutes of crushing each other in various positions, Kurt stood and straightened.
“I have a paper to do.”
Sam nodded, his arms curling around Quinn again. “Thanks, Kurt.”
Kurt saluted. “Anytime.”
With a smile on his face, Kurt headed up the last flight of stairs to his room, his paper calling his name.
~*~
Kurt looked up from his spot in bed when his door opened and Blaine’s head popped in, a faint smile on his face. “Hey you.”
Kurt smiled tiredly, waving Blaine in, who was quickly followed by Dave. “Hey, it’s my two favourite people.”
“How’s your headache?” Dave asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Word had gotten out about Kurt confronting Sam and Quinn’s dad. No less than half an hour after Kurt returned to his room, his head felt like it was being crushed. A side effect, he was told, of exerting so much power towards Jeffrey Evans - he had told him to be alone and miserable after all - as well as feeling too much emotion from Sam and Quinn.
“Better. I burned some of the frankincense Blaine gave me, it helped.”
“I’m glad,” Blaine replied, smiling. He pressed his hand to Kurt’s forehead before pressing his lips to Kurt’s cheek and stretched out beside him. “Dave said you wanted to talk to me?”
“Mmm...” Kurt nodded, motioning to Dave to lay down so he would be sandwiched safely between them on his too small bed. “Do you have to be so affectionate with your maenads?”
Blaine blinked and his face washed over in confusion. “Huh?”
Dave chuckled, shaking his head with a grin. “You clueless, adorable ass. You have no idea how touchy-feely you are with them, do you?”
“I don’t mind you hugging them or holding them. I don’t,” Kurt assured, he didn’t want to come off as a completely jealous monster. “I just don’t like them touching you.”
Blaine rolled his eyes, smiling as he traced a finger down Kurt’s nose and pressed their mouths together softly. “Jealousy looks good on you. I’ll work on it.”
Kurt laughed weakly, burrowing against Dave’s warm, solid frame as his eyes drooped shut. “Oh... Mercedes wants me to join fight training because of the whole minotaur business. So, I’ll be there for the next session.”
Dave smiled, pulling the covers around Kurt tighter. “Awesome.”
Blaine rested his chin against Kurt’s shoulder, his leg wrapping around Kurt’s and slid his eyes shut. Kurt yawned again, feeling secure and warm, his temples throbbed and he shut his eyes, letting sleep slowly take him.
~~ PART ELEVEN~~