Fic: Song and Dance: Chapter 3 (Crossover: Princess Tutu/Glee, R)
TITLE: Song and Dance
RATING: R
FANDOM: Glee/Princess Tutu
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: light Klaine, but morphs into Kurt/Mytho, Neko-sensei/Lord Tubinton, Quinn/Rue/Puck, Santana/Brittany/Lillie, Rachel/Pique/Mercedes, Tina/Autor, Finn/Ahiru, Dave/Lysander, Blaine/Femio, Artie/Fakir/Mike Chang, Sue/Drosselmeyer, Sam/Freya, and fatherly!Schuester/daughter-ly!Uzura
SUMMARY: AU like whoa. Drosselmeyer taps into the mind of a dark-hearted ally and soon New Directions are pulled into a story filled to the brim with magic, romance, and a darkness that only Kurt can fight.
WARNINGS: AU, slash, weird plotlines, magic, femmslash, dark humor, dark plots, sexy times, threesomes, rape, angst and a lot of comic relief. Believe me, we’re gonna need all the comic relief we can get.
AU: New Directions goes to Kinkan City. Princess Tutu students are about 16 or 17, to make the sexy scenes a little less creepy. Magic exists. Most pairings from the end of Season 2 have been dissolved except for Klaine and maybe Brittana. Otherwise… they either never happened or they’re all on breaks.
STATUS: Multi-chaptered.
PAST CHAPTERS: Song and Dance
DEDICATION: Translate from Russian... because I'm evil that way: Этот рассказ посвящен одному и только moonyazu9. И так будет всегда. Я люблю тебя.
NOTE: Yes, in this version everyone from the Princess Tutu cast knows the true identities (the ‘Story identities’) of Mytho, Fakir, Rue and Duck.
Chapter Three: Say We’re Only Dreaming
The day had finally come for New Directions to go to Kinkan City. On the plane ride, Puck was on Artie duty, since Artie’s wheelchair had some complications and had to be put with the rest of the luggage in the bottom of the fairly large private jet Blaine had managed to get them.
“Aww…” Quinn said, biffing Puck lightly when she saw him come in to the plane (she had boarded a little earlier, as Puck had stayed behind when Artie’s wheelchair had caused some disruption in the boarding process), carrying Artie like a groom would carry a bride, Artie’s arms holding tight around Puck’s neck.
“Artie’s my bro, Quinn, you would do anything for Kurtie, wouldn’t you?” Puck retaliated, but he, too, gave the aforementioned fashionista an affectionate smile.
“Mr. Anderson,” a soft-voiced woman said, smiling professionally at her employer.
“Ah, Ms. Edel,” Blaine said, his attention going from the bromantically-involved duo (Puck and Artie) to the turquoise-haired woman.
“I like your dye job,” Kurt said quickly, just as Edel extended her hand to him.
“It’s natural,” Blaine and ‘Ms. Edel’ said automatically.
Kurt raised one eyebrow, but mouthed an apology. Edel turned back to her employers’ heir.
“Everyone is aboard. Should I have the pilots start up?” she asked.
“You know not to ask me, Ms. Edel. But yes. As we’re all here-“ Blaine double-checked, “-then I believe we can get this show on the road…”
Edel nodded her head, smiled at the two, and walked down the aisle to the front of the plane, where she disappeared into the cockpit.
“She seems nice…” Kurt said, checking his nails for lack of anything better to do.
“She’s been in my family for years. Nursed me as a child,” Blaine replied. “But she left a couple years after I was weaned. Went to Germany for a couple years or something…”
“When did she return?” Kurt asked, glancing over at his boyfriend with an intrigued expression.
“After Christmas. I came home after my performance of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside,’ and she was waiting for me. Said the man she had been seeing wanted her to go back to her employers and keep and eye on me. Edel and I are very close, you see… she was the first person I came out to… over the phone, of course…” Blaine mused, his eyes growing distant as he remembered.
Sue’s ears pricked at this conversation. She was only sitting a few rows behind the happy couple, in between Will and Figgins, who were talking to each other as if she wasn’t right there.
Edel…
Sue’s last dream had involved Drosselmeyer again, and he went on and on about the fact that Edel had worked for the Andersons before she came to Kinkan City. She was a human being, but she was just a puppet now. She had gone to Germany because her little sister was being cared for by a crazy old cook on the outskirts of the city (turns out, a little piece of the Prince’s heart was there, in the heart of the cook. The Story was all about a Prince, a raven, a Princess, and the heart shards that resulted from a nasty accident involving the three…), but Drosselmeyer had found her and, learning that Blaine was now a friend of one Kurt Hummel, had decided it was best if Edel returned. Then Drosselmeyer could focus on Kinkan City and stop being so distracted by New Directions.
I have been watching the goings on of New Directions from the moment I sensed their win at Sectionals that first year that William Schuester was coaching it… Drosselmeyer had explained.
Sue went back to pretending to read the magazine just as the pilot’s voice came in over the intercom, reminding the passengers to wear their seatbelts when seated, and when in taxi, take-off, and landing. Then a video came on about safety tips, just as the plane began to taxi.
The journey was beginning.
They landed just outside, in a secluded patch of farmlands not far from an old mill. The kids got off the plane, waited around for their luggage to be dropped right there on the bare ground, and then followed Sue to the campus of a very pretty school.
“Wow… even Dalton wasn’t quite like this,” Kurt said, smiling at the trees and medieval stonework.
“Spectacular, isn’t it?” Came a raspy voice from the shadows. Though no one but Kurt and Sue noticed, the world seemed to slow as Herr Drosselmeyer entered, smiling as warmly as he could (it still looked frightening. Kurt expected the Jaws theme to start playing out of no where). “I am Drosselmeyer, the… principal of Kinakn Academy of the Arts. I will take you to your rooms now, and let you rest. Jet lag must be… unpleasant.”
“Yes, it is. Thank you sir,” Mr. Schuester put in.
Drosselmeyer turned slowly and made his way up to the Academy, not even looking behind him to see if the others were following. Sue sighed, heaved her bag over the edge of the sidewalk into the grass, and followed him. The other knew to at least follow Sue Sylvester.
Once everyone was situated with their room assignments (Blaine with Karofsky, Kurt with Finn, Puck with Artie, Sam with Mike, Quinn with Tina and Lauren, Santana with Brittany, and Rachel with Mercedes. Figgins, Schuester and Sylvester had their own rooms close by), many people decided to roam the grounds.
“Did you notice that we understood Herr Drosselmeyer? He didn’t even have an accent!” Kurt said as he, Blaine, Finn, Brittany, Lord Tubington, Santana, Rachel and Mercedes roamed in their own group. Quinn had gone with Puck and Artie, and Tina, Sam and Mike had gone with Lauren and Dave in another direction. None of the high-schoolers cared what the adults were up to. From now on for the summer, the adults were just chaperones. Except on glee days, but those hardly counted now that they were at Art School Boot Camp, so to speak.
“Maybe this place is an American outpost,” Blaine suggested.
“With this medieval design?” Rachel asked, knocking at a random turret.
“Careful!” someone shouted, and Rachel peeled away from the structure, just to notice that she wasn’t being spoken to: instead, a bespectacled, dark-haired man was chasing a red-head, followed by another dark-haired male, a dark-haired female, a brunette female, a purple-haired female, two blonde females, a blonde male, another dark-haired male, a white-haired boy and a little turquoise-haired girl.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the rest of New Directions appeared behind Kurt and his original groupies, with the adults lurking off near a willow tree. The adults seemed occupied by something else entirely, however.
“Duck! Get back here!” one of the blonde girls (the one with two curly pigtails, the other had long, straight hair in comparison) cried, putting her hand in the air as if to wave at someone.
The redhead was giggling too hard as she ran, and thus didn’t see that she was in a head-on collision course with Finn, who froze in shock right as the wreck happened. The redhead made an odd squawking noise, and suddenly turned into a duck, her clothes scattered around the little yellow bird.
“Either I’m smoking the good stuff, or that girl turned into a duck…” Lauren commented.
“Oh… you must be new here,” the dark-haired girl said, scooping up the bird. “This little menace is a duck enchanted into being a girl, also enchanted into being Princess Tutu…”
“Huhwhat?” Santana asked, raising her eyebrows at the woman.
“You are new here,” the bespectacled boy said, “I’m Autor.”
The others soon introduced themselves as well: blonde boy was Lysander, one of the blonde girls was Lillie, the other was Freya, purple-haired girl was Pique, one of the dark-haired boys was Fakir, the other was Femio, the brunette girl was Hermia, redhead (still a yellow duck) was Duck (“Fitting,” Kurt said, scratching the top of the bird’s head affectionately), the dark-haired girl was Rue, and the white-haired boy was Mytho.
“There’s a Story controlling our city,” Autor said, once all the introductions were made (especially the ones for New Directions).
And he continued on to tell the story of the Prince and Raven: how Mytho was apparently the Prince who had shattered his own heart to seal away the raven, and how Princess Tutu would come and fix his shattered heart.
“Oh! No wonder we can understand you! You’re still speaking German, but because of all this magic, we can understand and talk back to you!” Brittany said, smiling and cuddling Lord Tubington close to her face, “I wonder if you’ll ever talk, Tubbers…”
“So… magic exists, as stated by Duck turning into a duck,” Finn said, his facial features screwing together so hard that Kurt feared his face would freeze in a perpetual look that made him look constipated.
“How did you pass eleventh grade, Finn?” Quinn asked, with mock-sweetness in her voice.
“I’m just making sure,” Finn replied.
“Let’s get you to the fountain, Duck,” Rue said.
When several members of New Directions stared at her, she shrugged, “Duck turns back into a girl when she’s touched with water.”
Suddenly Uzura, the little girl with turquoise hair, popped up with a jar of water. She threw it expertly at the yellow bird, who shrieked and was suddenly a girl again. A very naked girl. Several of the boys who were friends with the redhead turned away as Hermia grabbed her enchanted friend’s clothes. Kurt and Blaine turned away, as did Dave and Sam. Finn blushed and turned away a couple of moments later, and Puck, Artie and Mike stared for a long minute until one of the girls elbowed for them to quit gawking.
Duck was quick to get back into her pretty summer dress.
Once everything had returned to normal (or as normal as they could), Fakir suddenly pulled at Mike’s shirt (Mike was the closest person to him, at least), “I believe there were uniforms in your rooms?”
Kurt glanced at Blaine, “Uniforms? Not this again…”
“Usually in summer we’re not required to wear uniforms… but its nice for some of us not to have to spend extra time in the morning figuring out what to wear. Besides, for most classes we were leotards and tights,” Rue replied, shrugging slightly. “At least in ballet class…”
She turned to go elsewhere, yanking on the sleeve of Mytho’s shirt. Fakir took his cue to follow, as did Autor.
“Hope to see you around,” Kurt said, mostly to the white-haired Prince. There was something about the boy that intrigued Kurt: the soulless eyes, the pretty face. Something about the boy intrigued Kurt, and he almost-almost-forgot that he was saddled down to another boy. Almost.
“So you’re Princess Tutu?” Kurt asked, catching the redhead alone the next day (Sunday).
“Yeah. I’ve only found a few parts of Mytho’s heart so far…” Duck replied, blushing slightly when she saw Finn a couple feet away, wheeling Artie while Puck was looking for a bathroom inside.
“You like him, don’t you?” Kurt asked, asking about Mytho, but also seeing the looks the two (Finn and Duck) were giving each other.
“I love…d him yes. Now I just… care about him a lot. But the story says Princess Tutu turns into a speck of light when she professes her love to the Prince… I want the story to be played out so… now that your stepbrother is here… things are getting complicated.”
“You? Turn into a speck of light? But we aren’t even friends yet!” Kurt said, smiling a little.
Duck turned to him, “Why do you want to be my friend?” she asked.
“I like you.” Kurt replied simply. “Not… not like that. I’m gay.”
“That doesn’t matter. Friends are friends. Lovers are lovers. You want to be my friend, not my lover,” Duck replied. “I’m flattered that you want to be friends with me. I’m just a duck…”
“You’re a duck that apparently turns into Princess Tutu, who’s trying to save a Prince from being heartless…” Kurt said, putting his hand over hers.
She smiled, “You do have a point…”
William Schuester blinked. There went Figgins, after a rather cat-like teacher of Kinkan Academy. Figgins was indeed wearing a pair of grey lederhosen, his hairy legs atrocious as he ran after the cat yelling “I want to pet the kitty!” in his ridiculous accent.
Sue, on the other hand, had disappeared with Drosselmeyer, and Schuester wanted no part in whatever schemes they were boiling up. So he had found a book in the library (he wondered how all the books were in English when this was a German town) and had made his way down to a tree to read in the sunlight.
Everyone had seemed to have this idea, so Schuester stared at everyone for a good minute and decided to take a less-populated tree. He found one near the campus’s river, where a mini-version of their flight attendant was, playing with a little drum.
“Hello, little one. May I sit here?” William asked, smiling his best.
“I guess so, zura,” the little girl said, shrugging. She hardly looked at the man as she tapped her drum.
William nodded and sat down, opening the book. The little girl noticed the book and smiled, “Fakir has read that book thousands of times, zura.”
William noticed her slight tic, but he shrugged off, thinking it actually quite adorable. “Really? Does this Fakir person understand English?”
“That’s not English, zura. It’s German, zura!” the child exclaimed.
William blinked, “Then… I can understand German?”
“If you’re talking to me, then you know German, zura,” was the child’s reply. “You’re funny, mister, zura. What’s your name, zura?”
“William… Schuester…” Will replied, still getting over the fact that he could understand German. It was all very strange.
“I’m Uzura, zura. Can we be friends, zura?” the little girl asked, pulling at the man’s sleeves.
Will blinked, but smiled, “Of course, Uzura.”
“Then… you can read to me, zura. Fakir used to read this story to me all the time before Duck came to our school and started returning heart shards to Mytho, zura.”
William knew not to chalk up Uzura’s babble to childish whims: if he could understand German, then a duck could possibly be returning heart shards to some story.
Uzura nestled herself in the space between Will’s side and left arm, and wiggled until she was comfortable enough. Will smiled and opened the book, flipping to the first page.
“Once upon a time, there was a loving prince…”
RATING: R
FANDOM: Glee/Princess Tutu
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: light Klaine, but morphs into Kurt/Mytho, Neko-sensei/Lord Tubinton, Quinn/Rue/Puck, Santana/Brittany/Lillie, Rachel/Pique/Mercedes, Tina/Autor, Finn/Ahiru, Dave/Lysander, Blaine/Femio, Artie/Fakir/Mike Chang, Sue/Drosselmeyer, Sam/Freya, and fatherly!Schuester/daughter-ly!Uzura
SUMMARY: AU like whoa. Drosselmeyer taps into the mind of a dark-hearted ally and soon New Directions are pulled into a story filled to the brim with magic, romance, and a darkness that only Kurt can fight.
WARNINGS: AU, slash, weird plotlines, magic, femmslash, dark humor, dark plots, sexy times, threesomes, rape, angst and a lot of comic relief. Believe me, we’re gonna need all the comic relief we can get.
AU: New Directions goes to Kinkan City. Princess Tutu students are about 16 or 17, to make the sexy scenes a little less creepy. Magic exists. Most pairings from the end of Season 2 have been dissolved except for Klaine and maybe Brittana. Otherwise… they either never happened or they’re all on breaks.
STATUS: Multi-chaptered.
PAST CHAPTERS: Song and Dance
DEDICATION: Translate from Russian... because I'm evil that way: Этот рассказ посвящен одному и только moonyazu9. И так будет всегда. Я люблю тебя.
NOTE: Yes, in this version everyone from the Princess Tutu cast knows the true identities (the ‘Story identities’) of Mytho, Fakir, Rue and Duck.
Chapter Three: Say We’re Only Dreaming
The day had finally come for New Directions to go to Kinkan City. On the plane ride, Puck was on Artie duty, since Artie’s wheelchair had some complications and had to be put with the rest of the luggage in the bottom of the fairly large private jet Blaine had managed to get them.
“Aww…” Quinn said, biffing Puck lightly when she saw him come in to the plane (she had boarded a little earlier, as Puck had stayed behind when Artie’s wheelchair had caused some disruption in the boarding process), carrying Artie like a groom would carry a bride, Artie’s arms holding tight around Puck’s neck.
“Artie’s my bro, Quinn, you would do anything for Kurtie, wouldn’t you?” Puck retaliated, but he, too, gave the aforementioned fashionista an affectionate smile.
“Mr. Anderson,” a soft-voiced woman said, smiling professionally at her employer.
“Ah, Ms. Edel,” Blaine said, his attention going from the bromantically-involved duo (Puck and Artie) to the turquoise-haired woman.
“I like your dye job,” Kurt said quickly, just as Edel extended her hand to him.
“It’s natural,” Blaine and ‘Ms. Edel’ said automatically.
Kurt raised one eyebrow, but mouthed an apology. Edel turned back to her employers’ heir.
“Everyone is aboard. Should I have the pilots start up?” she asked.
“You know not to ask me, Ms. Edel. But yes. As we’re all here-“ Blaine double-checked, “-then I believe we can get this show on the road…”
Edel nodded her head, smiled at the two, and walked down the aisle to the front of the plane, where she disappeared into the cockpit.
“She seems nice…” Kurt said, checking his nails for lack of anything better to do.
“She’s been in my family for years. Nursed me as a child,” Blaine replied. “But she left a couple years after I was weaned. Went to Germany for a couple years or something…”
“When did she return?” Kurt asked, glancing over at his boyfriend with an intrigued expression.
“After Christmas. I came home after my performance of ‘Baby It’s Cold Outside,’ and she was waiting for me. Said the man she had been seeing wanted her to go back to her employers and keep and eye on me. Edel and I are very close, you see… she was the first person I came out to… over the phone, of course…” Blaine mused, his eyes growing distant as he remembered.
Sue’s ears pricked at this conversation. She was only sitting a few rows behind the happy couple, in between Will and Figgins, who were talking to each other as if she wasn’t right there.
Edel…
Sue’s last dream had involved Drosselmeyer again, and he went on and on about the fact that Edel had worked for the Andersons before she came to Kinkan City. She was a human being, but she was just a puppet now. She had gone to Germany because her little sister was being cared for by a crazy old cook on the outskirts of the city (turns out, a little piece of the Prince’s heart was there, in the heart of the cook. The Story was all about a Prince, a raven, a Princess, and the heart shards that resulted from a nasty accident involving the three…), but Drosselmeyer had found her and, learning that Blaine was now a friend of one Kurt Hummel, had decided it was best if Edel returned. Then Drosselmeyer could focus on Kinkan City and stop being so distracted by New Directions.
I have been watching the goings on of New Directions from the moment I sensed their win at Sectionals that first year that William Schuester was coaching it… Drosselmeyer had explained.
Sue went back to pretending to read the magazine just as the pilot’s voice came in over the intercom, reminding the passengers to wear their seatbelts when seated, and when in taxi, take-off, and landing. Then a video came on about safety tips, just as the plane began to taxi.
The journey was beginning.
They landed just outside, in a secluded patch of farmlands not far from an old mill. The kids got off the plane, waited around for their luggage to be dropped right there on the bare ground, and then followed Sue to the campus of a very pretty school.
“Wow… even Dalton wasn’t quite like this,” Kurt said, smiling at the trees and medieval stonework.
“Spectacular, isn’t it?” Came a raspy voice from the shadows. Though no one but Kurt and Sue noticed, the world seemed to slow as Herr Drosselmeyer entered, smiling as warmly as he could (it still looked frightening. Kurt expected the Jaws theme to start playing out of no where). “I am Drosselmeyer, the… principal of Kinakn Academy of the Arts. I will take you to your rooms now, and let you rest. Jet lag must be… unpleasant.”
“Yes, it is. Thank you sir,” Mr. Schuester put in.
Drosselmeyer turned slowly and made his way up to the Academy, not even looking behind him to see if the others were following. Sue sighed, heaved her bag over the edge of the sidewalk into the grass, and followed him. The other knew to at least follow Sue Sylvester.
Once everyone was situated with their room assignments (Blaine with Karofsky, Kurt with Finn, Puck with Artie, Sam with Mike, Quinn with Tina and Lauren, Santana with Brittany, and Rachel with Mercedes. Figgins, Schuester and Sylvester had their own rooms close by), many people decided to roam the grounds.
“Did you notice that we understood Herr Drosselmeyer? He didn’t even have an accent!” Kurt said as he, Blaine, Finn, Brittany, Lord Tubington, Santana, Rachel and Mercedes roamed in their own group. Quinn had gone with Puck and Artie, and Tina, Sam and Mike had gone with Lauren and Dave in another direction. None of the high-schoolers cared what the adults were up to. From now on for the summer, the adults were just chaperones. Except on glee days, but those hardly counted now that they were at Art School Boot Camp, so to speak.
“Maybe this place is an American outpost,” Blaine suggested.
“With this medieval design?” Rachel asked, knocking at a random turret.
“Careful!” someone shouted, and Rachel peeled away from the structure, just to notice that she wasn’t being spoken to: instead, a bespectacled, dark-haired man was chasing a red-head, followed by another dark-haired male, a dark-haired female, a brunette female, a purple-haired female, two blonde females, a blonde male, another dark-haired male, a white-haired boy and a little turquoise-haired girl.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the rest of New Directions appeared behind Kurt and his original groupies, with the adults lurking off near a willow tree. The adults seemed occupied by something else entirely, however.
“Duck! Get back here!” one of the blonde girls (the one with two curly pigtails, the other had long, straight hair in comparison) cried, putting her hand in the air as if to wave at someone.
The redhead was giggling too hard as she ran, and thus didn’t see that she was in a head-on collision course with Finn, who froze in shock right as the wreck happened. The redhead made an odd squawking noise, and suddenly turned into a duck, her clothes scattered around the little yellow bird.
“Either I’m smoking the good stuff, or that girl turned into a duck…” Lauren commented.
“Oh… you must be new here,” the dark-haired girl said, scooping up the bird. “This little menace is a duck enchanted into being a girl, also enchanted into being Princess Tutu…”
“Huhwhat?” Santana asked, raising her eyebrows at the woman.
“You are new here,” the bespectacled boy said, “I’m Autor.”
The others soon introduced themselves as well: blonde boy was Lysander, one of the blonde girls was Lillie, the other was Freya, purple-haired girl was Pique, one of the dark-haired boys was Fakir, the other was Femio, the brunette girl was Hermia, redhead (still a yellow duck) was Duck (“Fitting,” Kurt said, scratching the top of the bird’s head affectionately), the dark-haired girl was Rue, and the white-haired boy was Mytho.
“There’s a Story controlling our city,” Autor said, once all the introductions were made (especially the ones for New Directions).
And he continued on to tell the story of the Prince and Raven: how Mytho was apparently the Prince who had shattered his own heart to seal away the raven, and how Princess Tutu would come and fix his shattered heart.
“Oh! No wonder we can understand you! You’re still speaking German, but because of all this magic, we can understand and talk back to you!” Brittany said, smiling and cuddling Lord Tubington close to her face, “I wonder if you’ll ever talk, Tubbers…”
“So… magic exists, as stated by Duck turning into a duck,” Finn said, his facial features screwing together so hard that Kurt feared his face would freeze in a perpetual look that made him look constipated.
“How did you pass eleventh grade, Finn?” Quinn asked, with mock-sweetness in her voice.
“I’m just making sure,” Finn replied.
“Let’s get you to the fountain, Duck,” Rue said.
When several members of New Directions stared at her, she shrugged, “Duck turns back into a girl when she’s touched with water.”
Suddenly Uzura, the little girl with turquoise hair, popped up with a jar of water. She threw it expertly at the yellow bird, who shrieked and was suddenly a girl again. A very naked girl. Several of the boys who were friends with the redhead turned away as Hermia grabbed her enchanted friend’s clothes. Kurt and Blaine turned away, as did Dave and Sam. Finn blushed and turned away a couple of moments later, and Puck, Artie and Mike stared for a long minute until one of the girls elbowed for them to quit gawking.
Duck was quick to get back into her pretty summer dress.
Once everything had returned to normal (or as normal as they could), Fakir suddenly pulled at Mike’s shirt (Mike was the closest person to him, at least), “I believe there were uniforms in your rooms?”
Kurt glanced at Blaine, “Uniforms? Not this again…”
“Usually in summer we’re not required to wear uniforms… but its nice for some of us not to have to spend extra time in the morning figuring out what to wear. Besides, for most classes we were leotards and tights,” Rue replied, shrugging slightly. “At least in ballet class…”
She turned to go elsewhere, yanking on the sleeve of Mytho’s shirt. Fakir took his cue to follow, as did Autor.
“Hope to see you around,” Kurt said, mostly to the white-haired Prince. There was something about the boy that intrigued Kurt: the soulless eyes, the pretty face. Something about the boy intrigued Kurt, and he almost-almost-forgot that he was saddled down to another boy. Almost.
“So you’re Princess Tutu?” Kurt asked, catching the redhead alone the next day (Sunday).
“Yeah. I’ve only found a few parts of Mytho’s heart so far…” Duck replied, blushing slightly when she saw Finn a couple feet away, wheeling Artie while Puck was looking for a bathroom inside.
“You like him, don’t you?” Kurt asked, asking about Mytho, but also seeing the looks the two (Finn and Duck) were giving each other.
“I love…d him yes. Now I just… care about him a lot. But the story says Princess Tutu turns into a speck of light when she professes her love to the Prince… I want the story to be played out so… now that your stepbrother is here… things are getting complicated.”
“You? Turn into a speck of light? But we aren’t even friends yet!” Kurt said, smiling a little.
Duck turned to him, “Why do you want to be my friend?” she asked.
“I like you.” Kurt replied simply. “Not… not like that. I’m gay.”
“That doesn’t matter. Friends are friends. Lovers are lovers. You want to be my friend, not my lover,” Duck replied. “I’m flattered that you want to be friends with me. I’m just a duck…”
“You’re a duck that apparently turns into Princess Tutu, who’s trying to save a Prince from being heartless…” Kurt said, putting his hand over hers.
She smiled, “You do have a point…”
William Schuester blinked. There went Figgins, after a rather cat-like teacher of Kinkan Academy. Figgins was indeed wearing a pair of grey lederhosen, his hairy legs atrocious as he ran after the cat yelling “I want to pet the kitty!” in his ridiculous accent.
Sue, on the other hand, had disappeared with Drosselmeyer, and Schuester wanted no part in whatever schemes they were boiling up. So he had found a book in the library (he wondered how all the books were in English when this was a German town) and had made his way down to a tree to read in the sunlight.
Everyone had seemed to have this idea, so Schuester stared at everyone for a good minute and decided to take a less-populated tree. He found one near the campus’s river, where a mini-version of their flight attendant was, playing with a little drum.
“Hello, little one. May I sit here?” William asked, smiling his best.
“I guess so, zura,” the little girl said, shrugging. She hardly looked at the man as she tapped her drum.
William nodded and sat down, opening the book. The little girl noticed the book and smiled, “Fakir has read that book thousands of times, zura.”
William noticed her slight tic, but he shrugged off, thinking it actually quite adorable. “Really? Does this Fakir person understand English?”
“That’s not English, zura. It’s German, zura!” the child exclaimed.
William blinked, “Then… I can understand German?”
“If you’re talking to me, then you know German, zura,” was the child’s reply. “You’re funny, mister, zura. What’s your name, zura?”
“William… Schuester…” Will replied, still getting over the fact that he could understand German. It was all very strange.
“I’m Uzura, zura. Can we be friends, zura?” the little girl asked, pulling at the man’s sleeves.
Will blinked, but smiled, “Of course, Uzura.”
“Then… you can read to me, zura. Fakir used to read this story to me all the time before Duck came to our school and started returning heart shards to Mytho, zura.”
William knew not to chalk up Uzura’s babble to childish whims: if he could understand German, then a duck could possibly be returning heart shards to some story.
Uzura nestled herself in the space between Will’s side and left arm, and wiggled until she was comfortable enough. Will smiled and opened the book, flipping to the first page.
“Once upon a time, there was a loving prince…”