Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Narnia. I do own a wardrobe so I still hope sometimes...

Warnings: violence, coarse language (not much) and sexual themes later (much)

This story started with a lovely GKM prompt asking for Klaine in Narnia AU, where Blaine is a Pevensie getting into Narnia and Kurt is White Witch's son. With lots of UST between them 3 There will be references from both universes, but main couple is Klaine, hence not in a crossover section. Treat it as a "klainefication" of Narnia haha. There are already 9 chapters on GKM so I will be adding chapters quite frequently at the beginning, later it will be 1-2 chapters per week.

English is my second language, so my grammar and phrasing will be accidental sometimes – hope you'll still enjoy the story and if there is anyone that would like to become my beta, I would love that person FOREVER :)

Chapter 1

They were surrounded by white forest. So quiet. So serene. So cold.

Blaine tried desperately to shove his freezing hands deeper into the pockets of his slacks. His uniform was enough for warm classrooms of Dalton Academy for Gentlemen, but not enough for the wintery landscape of this crazy place he managed to get into. He almost regretted sneaking into his headmaster's office.

"Are we where I think we are?" gasped Sebastian behind him spotting the lamp-post in the middle of a small clearing. Blaine Pevensie never liked his cousin much. They were rivals at school and rivals in teenage crushes, and usually it was Sebastian winning in both cases. The confident taller boy was now looking around with an amused smirk.

"So... old crazy aunt Lucy was right after all... To think how many years she spent in asylum because of that..."

Blaine sadly never met this 'Lucy'. Their only connection was their surname and even that changed when the woman got married twenty years ago. But he heard stories from the time of war – something about a family tragedy, missing kids...

"My dick is going to freeze any second now" complained the taller boy "I'll go back for a moment to get some coats from the closet."

"Isn't that stealing?"

"Nah. Technically they will be still in the wardrobe. Treat it as trying on clothes in the fitting room... for a really long time." Sebastian quickly disappeared between the trees to not hear any more arguments from Blaine. The shorter Pevensie welcomed the temporary solitude and moved closer to the lamp-post. It looked very old and the design was definitely from before the WWII. He went backwards to look up at the upper part of it when he heard a rustling.

"Took you long en..." Blaine stopped closing his mouth. Then he opened it again just to close it when he couldn't make any sound. In front of him stood a tall white horse impatiently kneading the ground with its hooves. But the reason Blaine forgot how to use his brain wasn't the animal but its rider - a pale beauty covered in layers of pallid-coloured fur-lined clothes. Even his chestnut hair seemed covered with frost. Male or female? The only bright colour on this eerie creature were his saturated sea-bluish eyes, which were now staring at Blaine curiously. Definitely male thought Blaine feeling butterflies dancing a can-can inside his stomach.

"Who are you?"

Of course, even his voice had to be out of this world - thought Blaine. Actually, out of my world which would make it of this... argh! His confusion must have been clearly visible on his face, because the rider frowned and repeated the question. And now he probably thought he was dealing with an idiot.

"I'm Blaine..."

"Are you perhaps... a son of Adam?" stranger continued questioning.

Blaine frowned. Did he remind him of someone named that?

"No. I'm a son of Rob..." He coughed before managing to finish that sentence. "Sorry, It's cold in here."

"Cold?" The pale boy narrowed his eyes "I suppose it might be for you. I don't have a spare coat, but..." Long fingers tugged at a light blue scarf around rider's neck pulling it off. Long, slender neck.

"Don't you need it?"

"Everyone knows I don't" Mysterious boy smiled for the first time. Blaine came closer and reached for the scarf. By accident - yeah, right- he brushed the fingers of the rider. His skin was icy and smooth. But the scarf was of amazing quality and promised warmth.

"I need to go" Blaine heard the silky voice. The raider bucked his hips getting his horse to move and left the speechless boy alone.

Blaine was so deep in thoughts he didn't notice Sebastian's arrival until a heavy coat was thrown over his shoulder. Shorter boy turned around quickly.

"Good. I was worried for a moment that you froze here!"

Blaine eyed suspiciously the coat.

"It looks very feminine"

Sebastian smirked "I know. Now, let's move on. I want to see if there is anything remotely interesting here. Hey, what is that?" taller boy noticed the scarf.

"I found it on the ground by the lamp-post" for some reason Blaine didn't want to share the wonderful meeting he just had. Especially not with Sebastian.

After sending his horse away with one of the dwarfs, the pale stranger went quickly as possible through the Souvenir Garden towards the castle. He never liked the vast collection of stone figures there, even before he learned of their origin. Giants, wild animals, fauns... every known species had at least one stone representative decorating the inner garden of White Witch's residence. All of them were wearing horrified expressions – but everyone would, knowing they are about to be turned permanently into stones.

At the front of the castle's door the boy met a giant dire wolf.

"Kurt" the wolf bowed in respect "Your mother wanted me to remind you about your lessons tomorrow. And she will want to speak to you afterwards."

"Of course. Now go and do something useful." The wolf hesitated, but Kurt wasn't the one to repeat his orders. "Do you want me to throw you a stick to move you out of my way, Maugrim?" The wolf winced but listened and quietly disappeared into the shadows of the gardens.

When Kurt got into his emerald chamber, he noticed he had a guest. The gigantic bed was currently occupied by a small fox, who shot his head up as soon as hearing the door open.

"Rory! If I knew you were coming I would come back sooner!"

"It's okay. Good thing your mother or Mr Fluffy don't ever visit your room. I know I wouldn't be really welcomed. So, anything interesting happening in the outside world? Did you catch anyone committing any crimes against Her Majesty?" Rory moved a bit when Kurt leapt on the bed after throwing of his boots.

"No. Maybe I would if you told me where your rebellion is hiding..."

"I'm never telling you this."

"I figured." There was a moment of comfortable silence between them before Kurt sighed.

"I saw someone weird today. He looked like me a little."

"Was he a djinn then?"

"No. Darker skin."

"Warlock? Or witch?"

"I would know if he was one."

Rory thought for a moment.

"Did you asked if..."

"Yeah. He said he wasn't human. I'm thinking that maybe he was a dwarf. A good looking dwarf without the beard. With sleek hair."

Rory batted his eyelashes surprised "Good looking?"

But Kurt wasn't listening.

"You should stay here for the night. Maugrim and his mooks are just outside the castle and you would be caught easily ."

Kurt took out a flask filled with thick, green liquid. He opened it and tilted, allowing a generous drop to hit the floor.

"Preparing a new outfit for tomorrow?" Rory curiously looked at the floor, knowing Kurt's imagination was creating some amazing sets of clothes with his magic. However, this time the silvery shimmer started building a small metal construction covered with glass panels. When the red fire filled it, Rory recognized the shape to be similar to the hanging Lantern in the woods south from the castle.

"Why waste your one-per-day magic for that?"

Kurt gathered some soft fur pelts from the bed and throw them on the floor next to the lamp. Rory leapt from the bed and joined Kurt, who wrapped himself in furry blankets and rested his chin on hands looking at the fire.

"It's looked warm"

Rory's whiskers twitched nervously " Kurt! Did you by any chance... felt cold?"

"No. Perhaps. Sort of."

Maybe some other time the fox would pursue this conversation further – witches don't feel any temperature normally - but now he and the witchling were both too sleepy and comfortable by the bright lamp. Rory snuggled into Kurt's arms allowing the dreams to enter his mind.

Next chapter: Blaine and Sebastian meet some beavers, while the White Witch shows off her parenting skills.

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