Author's note: we've established that I have a weird mind this is just another outcome.

Fairytale/magical realism/fantasy thing? I don't know it's like a mash up of fairy tales and mythology (though those two tend to be intertwined anyway)

Warning: Fairytales originally were quite dark. This is more Grimm than Disney. (This chapter is pretty light-hearted though) Brittany!Warning.

Enough rambling.

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Anyone who took a look at his family would never believe they were cursed. From the top of their heads to the tips of their toes, the Andersons looked blessed. They were wealthy and full of pride, though why shouldn't they be? If they were not attractive then they were talented or just inherently lucky.

People outside the Family didn't know, couldn't know. It was 2011 now and no one believed in magic anymore. The days of spells and curses, fey and beast had been dead long ago and lying comfortably in their graves at the same time. Except for those still touched by it, except for those who had it pulsing in their veins.

His family was one such. In the days when man did believe in magic more than science, myth more than faith they'd been cursed. It doesn't matter why or even how, it was irreversible and inevitable.

They would always be cursed.

His family always knew he was different. From even before his birth they always knew the truth. When they saw his eyes, it just confirmed their beliefs- he was the next beast, a bastard in a long line of failures. The constant proof of their still existing curse in a living, breathing human body.

With their perfect smiles, sharp eyes and emotionless facades there had to be a contrast. What was the fun (not point, if there had been then they'd forgotten it years ago) in a curse without a twist?

Blaine was it, just like the ones before him. Compared to his family he was both human and inhuman.

It wasn't fair, not at all and he hated it more than he'd ever hated anything else in his tiny limited world.

The fairness of the curse didn't matter either.

It just keeps on moving, continuing throughout the Anderson Family the way it would till the last drop of their blood stopped dripping.

Blaine doesn't scream anymore, and he certainly doesn't cry either. By the time he was ten he could usually not scream high-pitched screams, and the staff winces from downstairs, silent though sometimes it just slipped out. By fifteen he'd learned that minimal movement helped, even when half his body was pulling him one way and the other half in the opposite direction. And at seventeen he got as close to mastering it as he thought he ever would.

So no Blaine didn't scream or cry, he'd long since stopped praying for it to stop. Part of the reason must have been that the time it took to change became shorter; a process that had taken over an hour reduced to mere minutes. Or maybe it was the other way around and the change became shorter because of his control over it? His parents didn't know and though grateful, Blaine didn't question it.

Questions just lead to answers that inevitably he wouldn't want to know.

It still feels the same when he changes. The quick, almost tense beginning snap followed by a rush of pain that if standing would have him collapsing to his knees. His eye-sight grows foggy, his hearing fades to dim buzzes as the world closes in on him. It starts in his chest, an aching sort of burn that spreads quickly. And then the change really happens. Bones cracking, shifting, moving, limbs following, and somehow he still survives it. Survives the feeling of being burned alive by his own organs and blood.

At Dusk, when it reverses the change happens pretty much the same way. A snap, heat, and bones shifting.

He's pretty much got his life down to a routine with the only interesting parts being Wes and David. They sneak into his room a few times a week, usually on the weekends, which is easy because Blaine takes off the alarm though David still believes it's because he's a ninja. It's sad but true to say that aside from the staff, they're the only people he ever sees.

His parents barely bother coming anymore. Maybe once or twice every two weeks but it seems to get harder for them as the years go by. But Blaine doesn't like to think about that, not very often and not while human.

Things hurt less when he's changed. With his mind dulled and his instincts taking their place.

Blaine paces around his room, long legs making the strides easier. Usually Cara or Annie, two of the maids that have been there the longest, will let him out though he told them he didn't feel like it today. It's easier to hear Wes and David coming if he's in his room.

Still even though his room is admittedly bigger than most (or so Wes and David tell him) it's frustrating darting across the same stretch of floor. He feels trapped and each second just leaves him more anxious. Huffing out a sigh, Blaine jumps easily onto his bed and curls in it, nearly burying himself under the heavy quilt. Mixed with his fur it'll make him almost uncomfortably hot but it also makes him feel safe and drowsy.

It feels like it's only been minutes (though it might have been hours, his sense of time is a bit off when he's changed) since he fell asleep when he's awoken by someone poking him sharply. "Oh Blainers." a voice sings out teasingly and he crawls out from the blankets, glaring at David.

David grins, closed-mouth, at him, "Aren't you a good boy? Whose a good boy? Blainers is!" He does it to annoy Blaine mainly, they've talked about the fact that Blaine can understand him perfectly. This is why Blaine's not going to feel bad for punching David when he's back to normal.

"David, stop trying to incite Blaine into biting you, we don't have a plausible cover for why your arm would be gouged off." And there's Wes pulling himself through Blaine's window. So they used the ladder tonight, David probably wanted to be a spy. "And besides we've talked about this; him biting you won't make you a werewolf."

David pouts.

Blaine rolls his eyes or rather tries his best and greets Wes with a quiet bark.

Wes leans down and holds out his hand before reaching to pet him and Blaine lets him once, enjoying the feel of fingers scratching his skin but then moves away because he's not a dog, and it's best to suppress all behavior that makes him seem less human.

David settles on to his bed and glances over at the clock impatiently as Wes starts to unpack their stuff. "When's he change back today?"

"6:53 pm." Wes knows when sunset is as well as Blaine does.

"Five minutes then." David starts digging through Blaine's books. "Want us to leave today or no?"

Sometimes Blaine lets them stay in the room when he changes, on the days that he thinks wont be so bad. If it's a bad day then they have to stay outside, and Blaine knows that they stay as close to the door as they can. He can smell their worry; worry is a bitter scent almost like something sharp and spicy but it's tinged with despair and it takes away any goodness it might have. He's not sure what's worse letting them stay and see it or keeping them outside and having to feel their worry while they hear him and wait. Neither option is preferable though he has to pick one because Wes and David will never leave.

Blaine hesitates and then shrugs. Today is a day that is somewhere in the middle and he won't know until he changes where exactly it falls.

"Three minutes." David announces quietly, and Blaine can feel himself start to tense. Three minutes sounds about right.

It's going to start soon, he can feel that in his bones, the almost shudder of them as he starts to pace again back to anxious. Wes and David settle into wait and he's grateful of the fact that they're quiet, at this point his mind can only handle so many things.

Blaine knows exactly when it hits 6:53. His body, his larger foreign body collapses down to the ground as it starts and he can feel things blur around him as the heat rushes up, and Blaine accidentally slips out a small whine. It hurts worse than usual, and Blaine is tense with the effort to not make a sound. His fur is almost stabbing him as he changes back, the process from beast to man is not one that should be possible and his body has to work just as hard to change him back. Bones prod and poke at him as they struggle to become more angular or wider, some moving farther up to accompany the height change which admittedly isn't much. Organs follow and Blaine can hear his blood pumping sluggishly as his heart moves.

With a quick, almost too quick rush of adrenaline everything is where it is supposed to be and Blaine is panting, lying curled up on the floor as he struggles to regain his breathe. Everything is where it supposed to be but it also hurts like hell.

At last the hot lighting leaves and Blaine shakily gets to his feet (He hasn't stumbled since he was twelve) , throwing on the shorts David hands him. "Water." he rasps out, voice too low and too raw.

Wes silently hands him a water bottle and Blaine downs it, not bothering to stop when he is almost choking on it. He's always thirsty afterwards, as if he's spent all the change in a desert and not in this too big and yet too small house.

Blaine finishes and he just stops, trying to let his brain and body adjust. It should be scarring, changing from boy to beast to beast to boy on a daily basis but Blaine deals with it, and he's about as well adjusted as someone like him can be.

Still, it helps if he takes a minute to just breathe, to remember that he has five fingers and five toes. That he has a set of nice human teeth instead of sharp too big fangs, that he has skin instead of fur, that he walks on two legs instead of four.

Sometimes his brain gets confused, unaware that something has changed even though it sets off the signals for the change itself.

Just a minute.

"Better?" David asks, still that quiet tone. Quiet and calm are the best things for when he's changed, his behavior is usual predictable though with quiet and calm it's easier to keep his instincts away.

Blaine nods, and gives him a small closed smile. It's hard remembering to smile, to remember that teeth don't mean something dangerous. "Yeah, I'm fine now."

Wes gives him one last check-over, trained eyes scanning for any injuries because sometimes Blaine does accidentally hurt himself. Finally he nods slightly. "Want food now or do you feel up to playing a video game?"

He is hungry but Blaine knows that if he eats this soon after a change then he'll want something more carnivore-esque. "Video game." He says and sits on the floor as he waits to kick David's ass.

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David unsurprisingly is the one that brings it up. Unsurprisingly because in their years of friendship David is the one that always brings up, eccentric damn-near impossible ideas.

"I think you should go out with us tomorrow." David says and he says it so suddenly that Blaine accidentally kills his character.

What? he thinks, hitting the pause button and tossing the control on the floor. Blaine looks at his friend incredulously who shrugs.

Wes is the one who actually says it. "What?" he's shocked enough that he actually closes his laptop, staring at David with a look that Blaine knows is his David you are so fucking insane, please explain this before you cause my meticulously planned routine to break into pieces that I will end up picking up and sorting through because I have OCD-tendencies? look.

David shrugs again, uncomfortable under the combined weight of Blaine and David's stares. "I said I think Blaine should hang out with us tomorrow, outside of the house."

Blaine already shakes his head, holding back a sigh. "David, you know I can't leave the house."

"Why not?"

"Because incase you haven't realized it, Blaine tends to be a bit wolf-like during the nice hours of the day." Wes says dryly. "And also we have school tomorrow."

"I didn't say when it was light outside, we can hang out when he changes back. And who cares about school anyway? Besides you I mean." David said reasonably. "Don't you want to get fresh air Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head. "I'm fine where I am David, though I appreciate the offer."

David frowned, "But Blaine-"

"I don't want to go outside." Blaine said cutting him off, before focusing his attention back on the tv.

"If Blaine doesn't want to go outside then don't force him." Wes said firmly though even he glanced over at Blaine in concern.

"Let's just get back to the game okay?" Blaine said quietly. "Besides you probably just wanted a break so you wouldn't have to face me defeating you."

David laughed, "In your dreams Anderson."

The subject of going outside wasn't brought up for the rest of the undeniably tense night.

"We'll see you on Wednesday, okay Blainers?" David said softly, when it was nearing sunrise that morning. He stifled a yawn as he hugged Blaine goodbye.

Even Wes looked tired, though he tried to desperately hide it. "Bye Blaine."

Blaine waved to them as they left, this time taking the front door. He really did appreciate them. He didn't think anyone else would spend the entire night awake with him, even though they had school tomorrow.

He was kind of tired too, right now was the time he'd start getting ready for bed. As he usually slept during the mornings and sometimes afternoons if he stayed up late enough.

Sighing Blaine crawled into bed and flicked on the tv. He needed to have some sort of background noise going on constantly, without it the house felt too quiet.

Struggling against sleep Blaine let his mind shut off as he watched an older episode the Simpson's. In a few hours, two, he'd have to change back and he needed all the energy he could get.

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David's ill-advised idea keep running through his head despite his best attempt not to think about it. He knew it was a bad idea, a horrible idea really as the last time he'd been outside, outside of the house's fences had been when he was ten and that hadn't even worked out well.

Why did he keep thinking about it then?

Some part of him, the beast part, longed for freedom, it longed for fresh cool air and pavement, to roll/run through grass that was fresh and clear-cut, to jump through leaves, to swim. It wanted the new smells and sights, the hundred things he'd never seen or barely remembered since the last time he'd been truly out seven years ago.

Another part wanted to rebel. He'd been trapped here, for nearly all his life and he was tired of being alone, of being pushed away for something he couldn't control. Something that wasn't his fault but his family's. Why should he be the one to hide?

Both of these things were undeniably his own feelings no matter how much he blamed the beast.

Somehow Blaine had found his answer then.

But could he really do it? He'd never done anything risky, some part of him still hoped that if he tried hard enough, if he was as good and as perfect as someone like him could be then his family would take notice of him instead of casting him to the side.

He knew it would be easy, as easy as Wes and David sneaking in. The staff, on the off chance that they thought he wasn't roaming the halls or hiding somewhere, would never tell.

It was just one night, anyway.

How much trouble could one night be?

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"I can do this, I can do this." Blaine chanted as he ran through a mental check-list one more time. The door to his bedroom was locked, the ladder was resting safely against the window, what was he missing? Something was missing.

Blaine patted his pockets, he had his cellphone and some cash (though the majority of his money was in credit cards) in the off case that something went wrong. Hopefully nothing would go wrong, he'd either be forced to call Wes or to call his parents. (He wasn't sure which would be worse)

"What am I missing?" Blaine said frustrated. The answer came to him as he took one last look around the room, catching sight of his reflection in the mirror.

Shit. He'd forgotten about his eyes. Blaine frowned as he gently reached up to touch them.

Gold eyes blinked back at him, standing out brightly with the rest of Blaine's tanned face.

They were the one sign leftover after he changed back Blaine knew they were really brown, they'd been blue when he was born like most other babies though they'd quickly changed to brown before settling on the gold after his first transformation. Blaine knew they were brown because if he went to a mirror within a few minutes of changing back he could see the gold taking over the brown slowly, until finally there was no sign left of their true color.

Normal people didn't have gold eyes, he knew this as much as he knew that walking out with them like this would either startle people or get him strange looks. And the key to not causing trouble was to be as un-strange as possible.

"What am I going to do?" He couldn't let his entire night be ruined by his eyes. If he couldn't do it tonight then he didn't think he'd ever gather up the courage to try this again.

Salvation came in the form of a gift from David. Pink shaded sunglasses. He'd bought them a few weeks ago, at some sidewalk sale. Wes had obnoxiously yellow ones, David had a strange shade of purple and Blaine had been graciously gifted with a bubble-gum pink set.

Blaine and Wes had sworn they would never wear theirs while David proudly wore his every single sunny day Westerville had. And now Blaine was standing his bedroom wearing them, about to go out into public wearing them.

He knew guys didn't usually wear pink sunglasses, especially at night but it was the best thing he had to cover his eyes. If this night worked out well then he might ask Annie to get him some color contacts. He'd been meaning to pick up a pair anyway, his glasses were too breakable.

"What's one more weird thing?" Blaine reasoned as he put on the glasses, not caring that it clashed horribly with his outfit.

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Quickly, actually a few minutes after climbing over the hedge, Blaine became aware that he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He was free but what was he supposed to do with that freedom?

It was nearing eight so he needed to find some place that would stay open for at least a few more hours but was close enough to home that he didn't need to get a cab.

The first place Blaine stopped wouldn't have surprised Wes and David at all. It was a music store, one that was only a few blocks from his house. Blaine was pretty crazy about music. Singing along to whatever was on the radio made him feel connected to the outside world in some way. And while he had his favorites Blaine just liked singing. Wes told him that if he could have gone to Dalton with them then Blaine would have definitely made it into the warblers.

Blaine kept his head down as he searched for something interesting. The shop was nearly empty save for a blonde girl near the other end and the worked at the desk but Blaine didn't want to take any chances.

He grinned seeing the new Katy Perry CD. He really didn't care if David made fun of him for his tiny Katy Perry-addiction. He liked happy songs and hers were usually pretty bouncy, something he could dance to. "Awesome."

Blaine turned to walk to the register and accidentally walked into something, sending him sprawling to the floor and the CD clattering out of his hand. "Ouch." someone groaned out from near him and Blaine looked up.

He'd crashed into a person. Just wonderful coordination there Blaine.

It was the blonde girl from the other side of the store, and she blinked at him confused and surrounded by a few CD'S.

Blaine opened his mouth to apologize the same time she asked her own question, "Are you a dolphin?"

"What?" he said confused. Oh god, he'd crashed into her too hard and had accidentally given her brain damage or something. Going outside had been a bad idea, a really bad idea. Why the hell had he listened to David of all people about something like this?

"-and he likes pink and he's a dolphin so I thought you might be a dolphin because of your glasses." The girl paused. "So are you a dolphin then?"

Blaine wordlessly shook his head too stunned to verbally answer.

"Oh." Did she sound disappointed that he wasn't an aquatic mammal?

The girl grinned at him brightly and held out her hand to help him up. "I'm Brittany."

Blaine blinked as she pulled him to his feet easily, "Blaine. I'm sorry for running into you I should have watched where I was going."

She shrugged. "It's okay, you're so tiny it didn't really hurt."

Brittany brightened, eyes widening. "Are you a hobbit, you know like from that movie Lord of the flies I think? They're short and that one had really curly hair like, Mr. Schue hair, kind of like yours though yours looks prettier."

Had he actually given her brain damage or was she just kidding? He didn't think he'd managed to give her brain damage but still. "Umm no. I'm just a person, not a hobbit or a dolphin."

Brittany nodded. "Okay then."

"I really am sorry for running into you Brittany. Maybe I can make it up to you?" Blaine struggled to think of what you were supposed to do in these kind of situations. In all the movies they got dinner or coffee. Though those movies were usually romantic-comedies and Blaine wasn't trying to pick up the blonde. "We can go get dinner if you want? My treat?"

She shrugged. "Sure, I'm dating a robot right now so if you're trying to date me then it's not gonna work. Besides it would be kind of weird dating a hobbit."

"I'm not a hobbit."

"Right." She agreed easily. "Can we go to breadstixs? San and I go there all the time and the food is really good. I want to get a kitty bag for Lord Tubbington."

Blaine grabbed his CD and hers. "Sure? Where's it at?"

Brittany shrugged. "Some street that's a number and a street with a tree name? I can never keep track, there's so many of them, you know?"

"I guess we'll just have to look and find it then." Blaine said hesitantly.

What was he doing? He was hanging out with some strange girl after running into her. Blaine didn't hang out with very many people (only two were his age) and unless you counted the staff (which he did, though David said it didn't count. Not at all Blaine) then Blaine didn't hang out with any girls.

He could do this. Couldn't he? Tonight was supposed to be an attempt at freedom and rebellion, common teenage pursuits he knew. Blaine could do this and he couldn't wait to see the look on David's face if he did decide to tell him about tonight.

"Come on Blaine let's go pay." Brittany said before grabbing his hand. Blaine jolted in surprise but then followed after her. Blaine wasn't used to physical affection aside from a few stray hugs from Wes and David, or high fives when they beat a game. He didn't think anyone had ever held his hand before, and even if it was with a stranger it was a nice feeling.

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After forty-five minutes of searching Blaine thought they should probably give up. They'd looked everywhere but no one had even heard of breadstixs much less knew where it was. Blaine thought that Brittany might have gotten the name wrong but he didn't say it.

"I guess you guys don't have a breadstixs." Brittany said disappointed.

Blaine paused. "Brittany, where exactly are you from?"

"Huh? Lima."

"Peru?" he blurted out and she laughed, smiling at him.

"No, and not like the bean either. It's a town in Ohio, It's like an hour away from here or something." Brittany grinned. "I'm visiting my aunt and I thought she'd have a breadstixs because they're awesome and I thought every city had a breadstixs."

They'd been searching for a restaurant that wasn't even in town. Somehow Blaine didn't really care, it had been fun even if his feet were tired and he'd still have to walk home in a while.

"Usually there are only multiple stores if something's a part of a franchise like McDonald's or Burger King. Breadstixs probably isn't part of a franchise."

"Oh, I'll have to tell Lord Tubbington that later."

Blaine gave her a small smile. There was something about Brittany that just seemed so …nice and fun, she kind of reminded him of David in a way though if David had sent him on a wild goose-chase for a restaurant that wasn't in town Blaine probably would have punched him or at the very least steal his horrible sunglasses and beat him mercilessly at Brawl.

"Blaine? Can we go to McDonald's? I'm really hungry now."

"Sure Brittany."

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"Don't tell Coach Sylvester I'm eating McDonald's or else she'll get really angry." Brittany shuddered taking some of Blaine's fries.

McDonald's was nearly empty save for a few people and paranoid Blaine convinced Brittany to sit somewhere near the back. The tall girl seemed pretty content despite her words, munching happily on some chicken nuggets while Blaine tore into his burger with a frenzy.

It wasn't the good kind of meat, he could tell right off because of the taste but it was decent and he'd been craving meat since yesterday even if it wasn't the right kind or wasn't raw enough for his suitability.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah Britt?" He said, taking a sip of his pop. He knew the food was really unhealthy, he'd suffered lectures before from Cara when someone would bring him fast food but he just really didn't care. At this point he probably would have taken down a deer if it meant food.

"Why do you keep wearing sunglasses? It's dark outside." Brittany pointed out.

Blaine froze and Brittany continued on. "You're not blind are you? Because that would really suck. Is that why your sunglasses are pink? Because you didn't know what color they were when you bought them?"

"Umm no Britt, I'm not blind. I can see fine actually." He could technically see better than average though it wasn't to the exaggerated point that most movies showcased about werewolves or people who changed like him.

"Why do you wear them then?"

Blaine hesitated. He couldn't just come out and say his secret, even he wasn't that naïve and he'd been trapped in his house for most of his life. But he would feel horrible lying to someone as nice as Brittany. What was he supposed to say? He could do a half-truth. "I have something wrong with my eyes." he said finally when she continued to stare at him with that wide-eyed curious look.

Brittany stared at him in concern, leaning closer as if she could see through his sunglasses. "What's wrong with them? I thought you said you weren't blind."

"I'm not blind, it's just my eyes are a bit freaky."

Brittany looked around and then whispered quietly, "It's okay I'm weird too. I'm really bendy, Coach Sylvester said I was double-jointed."

Blaine laughed softly though not unkindly, and smiled at her. "Promise not to freak out?"

She nodded and held out her pinky. "Pinky promise."

Reluctantly Blaine slowly pulled off his sunglasses and set them down on the table, he had his head down so he slowly looked up until he was staring directly at Britt. He blinked, trying to let his eyes get used to the sudden change in light. He should start going outside during the daylight more often or else his eyes would become even more light sensitive.

Brittany interrupted his thoughts. "Blaine are you a vampire?"

What?

-Chapter one end.-

Author's note: Sorry there was no Kurt in this part, originally Blaine was supposed to meet Kurt but I thought of a better meeting and I thought Brittany would add more comic relief to the story.

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