"Blaine! Where in the hell have you been? You were supposed to be home nearly 2 hours ago!" his mother tried not to shout but failed as Blaine stepped through the front door and walked to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry momma. I really am! I just made some friends today and I had a lot of fun with them and forgot to check the time. I'm sorry if I scared you momma." Blaine said, head down, eyes on his still-sandy feet.
"Oh Blaine I'm sorry too. I shouldn't shout at you for making friends. Come on, let me make you a PBJ sandwich." His mother said apologetically, kneeling down to his height and pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her neck and let her squeeze him tight.
"Come on then, tell me about these friends of yours. Are they nice?" she asked as Blaine hopped up onto a stool by the kitchen counter and she got out the things for his sandwich.
"Weeelll," Blaine said, leaning forward on the counter excitedly. "I met this one boy named Wes. And he helped me make this super awesome super huge sandcastle on the beach! Next time I make a sandcastle I wanna see if I can find a flag for the top. Anyway, it was awesome! We had this massive moat around our castle and everything! It was super amazing momma. You should go see if it's still there if you're not busy." He rambled happily as she placed a plate in front of him. He took a huge bite that she held back a laugh at.
"Then! I met this boy Kurt. He's like, six months older than me maybe, when Wes is only like 2 weeks older, but he doesn't go to school. But he was really cool. I met him down by the rock pools because I dropped my watch and didn't notice and he found me and returned it! Isn't he nice momma?"
"He sure sounds it Blainers," she laughed, ruffling his hair. "Hey Blainey, do you think you could sing for me? I'm feeling a little tired and you know you always make me better then you sing."
"Sure momma." He said, swallowing another huge mouthful. "D'you want me to sing your song?"
"Yes please Blainey," she smiled. She sat on the stool next to him and held his hands in hers as Blaine closed his eyes.
"Powers may you glow,
Reveal yourself and shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine...
Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fate's design,
Save what has been lost,
Bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine..."
Blaine's deep hazel eyes opened and his eyes glowed an amber gold colour. His skin glowed faintly too, his whole body lighting up in a ripple, a wave of colour that spread from his opened eyes down his hands and into his mother's. She took a deep breath and with it, the glow was absorbed into her body.
"Thank you baby. Now if your friends are still out you could go out again and play. I'm going to be busy around the house so it won't be much fun here."
"Sure thing momma! I'll get out from under your feet. I wonder if Kurt's still out? See you later momma!" he jumped quickly from his stool, shoving the uneaten crusts of his sandwich in the bin on his way out.
"Kurt? Are you still here?"
A loud splash told him yes. He spun to face the sound and saw the pale boy waiting in the water.
"Hey Blaine,"
"How are you?"
"I've been investigating the past few days," Kurt said, pulling himself out of the water slightly to sit beside the curly haired boy.
"Do tell," Blaine smiled.
"Well, I was wondering about a lot. See, I've heard your name before."
"What do you mean?" asked Blaine confused, tilting his head to the side and leaning back against the cave wall.
"Well. I've only heard of one other Blaine. He's in a story."
"I love stories," Blaine laughed.
"Ssh. Let me tell it then." Blaine mimed zipping his mouth, locking it and throwing away the key. Kurt just rolled his eyes. "Okay, so the story goes...
... There was this boy Blaine. He was from my world and he was a merman. He apparently had magical powers. His father was a great sorcerer and king of the seas, controlling them with his powerful trident and bringing peace to everyone whether merfolk or human. Though the humans didn't know it, the King - known as King Titan the Kind - calmed the seas using his magical trident. One day, he was blessed with a son Prince Blaine, who was found to possess magical powers of his own, without the need of a trident. When he sung, the prince could perform magic. By choosing the right words he could calm the seas or heal wounds. He was merely one year old and the most pampered little boy there was in the entire oceans. Until one day he was taken. Some say it was a witch. Some say just a jealous mother whose own son had died. Nobody knows what happened to the boy, only that he was never seen again. He was truly missed and the kingdom was never the same again after Prince Blaine was taken...
"It's a sad story because I'm fairly certain it's true." Kurt sighed, leaning back against the wall next to Blaine, his tail only half in the water.
"What... don't they have any idea who the person was that stole the prince?" asked Blaine nervously.
"Yeah, I asked my dad yesterday and he said that he's pretty sure it was this woman. My father says she was the King's cousin: Susan."
"...Sue" Blaine murmured.
"Yeah, she went by Sue as well." Kurt said. "Wait, how do you know she was called Sue?"
"Kurt, my mom's called Sue." Blaine managed. "And... And I can do this..."
Blaine held out his hands and closed his eyes, holding Kurt's hands tightly in his own. And sung.
"Powers may you glow,
Reveal yourself and shine,
Make the clock reverse,
Bring back what once was mine...
Heal what has been hurt,
Change the fate's design,
Save what has been lost,
Bring back what once was mine,
What once was mine..."
Just like four days previously when he'd sung to his mother, when he reopened his eyes they glowed golden, the glow spread to the rest of his face as he stared unseeing at Kurt. The glow spread over Blaine's body, down his arms and over Kurt's hands. Blaine brought their hands together to meet in the middle. And then, the glow was gone; absorbed into Kurt's skin.
"Blaine?"
Blaine fell backwards, eyes slipping shut and breathing heaving and ragged. He'd used more energy in that song that he had last time. He'd... He'd wanted to prove himself to Kurt.
"Blaine! are you okay?"
"I'm... fine," Blaine managed, pulling himself upright with the help of Kurt.
"What... I don't even know... I..."
"Kurt. I... I think I'm the lost prince."
"Blaine how did you do that? Your eyes... and that glow! I..."
"Kurt!" Blaine said loudly, snapping him back to his senses.
"I, I think you're right Blaine. You... how else could you do that?"
"More importantly, now I know, how do I get home?"
A/N: part two of probably 3 now. hope you like it! I decided to skip a whole load of just them hanging out to get to this bit because it wouldn;t have been very interesting to read. anyway, enjoy reading!