I wrote this to express my love for both the character of Kurt and Blaine. For a while now I had been reading fanfics and many of them inspired me to try my hand in doing a story with probably the only TV couple I have ever shipped this hard.

This is a fantasy story and might be a crossover of many movie plots. (Yeah, sue me)

I'd love to have some reviews if you have the time but if not, that's ok.

I don't own the characters of Kurt Hummel or Blaine Anderson

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away and a time not so long ago, there lived a boy with an ungodly fancy for tight pants.

KURT:

This is a story about a fantasy. That many might want to happen. When you know that there's somebody out there for you, you'd pretty much like to find him at the most special situation. What with all the fantasy that entertainment offers us, we can't help but dream like princes and princesses. And it's likely that we dream all the time. And when it really happens, we can't believe it. Like it's something we don't deserve. But rest assured that you'll be satisfied with me deserving this. Oh, I deserve all of this.

Kurt Hummel is not your average fashionista. Not that they are considered average on the whole. But he was among the youngest designers trying to make it to Manhattan that really stepped it up. He was bold and very brave. Braver than any from the little town in Ohio that he came from. And he was very proud that he made it to Manhattan with little bruises. Sure he was ridiculed and bullied most of his high school and college. But all the same it did not make any difference that he was the first among his peers that made it to Manhattan. And he belongs to one of the most prestigious fashion companies.

As an assistant to the assistant of the accounting head of the company.

He knows he doesn't deserve this. All the more does he strive to one day be among the ranks of the Kings and Queens.

"Never again will you be loved unless you are accepted as who you are with whatever shape you are in. Until then, you will only be on your human form when the moon is at its highest on the clouds. You will not have rest until you've found the one for you and you will suffer everything you've made numerous women and men do for you."

The sage was bright red in her color as she cast her spell on the frightened individual.

"You will live in a world that is young in ideals and you will have to endure every single bit of cruelty that will be thrown at you. And you will have the least abilities to avoid them. You must and you will experience all of it. Until you hear that somebody loves you for who you are, you will stay as you are."

"Please", said the man looking intently,"Your curse is too much for me to bear. I might as well die than to experience all of this"

"Even in your punishment you are stubborn young sage. I have spoken. Farewell"

"No," tears began to flow from the hazel eyes of the young man. "Please...don't. Don't do this to-"

A struck of lighting.

And he woke up in a damp place feeling the world grow bigger than he ever felt before.

A sigh escaped from Kurt's lips when he remembered what happened that day. He can't believe his bad luck. Of all the people being caught checking out the new Marc Jacobs collection he had to be the one with the book. Nobody told him what it was but he could smell a Marc Jacobs collection a mile away. And so he peeped. That's when one of the Kings saw him.

He was scolded by the king himself. And one queen. And his own boss' boss. And his real boss.

"It was just a tiny peep. Someday, you all won't have the privilege to look on a collection.'Cause I'll ban each of you to this world", Kurt muttered to himself.

He suddenly heard a muffled sound. A yelp. A bark from a really angry man. And something crashing from the dumpster ahead. He thought somebody was being raped. He hid himself from a nearby bush when suddenly something moved beside him. He almost shouted and dropped his heart when he saw a black, curly furball.

A puppy, Kurt thought. Were you the one being chased away?.

"Hi there," Kurt ventured to come near the dog. A growl came from the huge clump of fur. "You are awfully snobbish for a dog are you", Kurt scoffed. I even had to meet a snobbish animal, Kurt thought to himself. But he immediately changed his feelings when he saw that the dog was really hurt and that it was panting its heart out. The puppy flopped down beside him, tired at its life end. And when Kurt heard another bark from the man he heard earlier, he scooped the puppy up and hurried down to his apartment.

As he was literally skipping down to his apartment, a gold coin slipped from the dog's neck. Kurt scooped the tag up.

"Blaine Anderson", Kurt read to himself.

That's an awfully human name for a dog.