For Blam Week Day 5: Crossover Day

I'd like to thank my amazing beta, Tuuzmorado, who came up with the idea for this story!

If there's anyone reading all of my Blam Week stories, just so you know, I'm not going to post a story for Day 6. That means that my next story will be posted on Sunday.

Also, this story was meant as a oneshot, but it ended up being way too long. So now it's probably going to be three or four chapters long. I'll update as soon as I can, though that might not be for a few weeks.

Prince Blaine wasn't particularly surprised when his older brother returned from a troll hunt carrying the beautiful maiden that he planned on marrying the next morning. Truthfully, he'd been expecting something like this to happen. Troll hunting was the only thing that Edward did lately, so it was only reasonable that that would be where he came across his one true love. Blaine was thrilled for his brother's sake, and excited for his own. Now that his elder brother had found his love, it was Blaine's turn to seek his love.

It also wasn't particularly a surprise when Giselle fell into the wishing well. Blaine had been thinking that Edward had found Giselle too easily - he was the only man Blaine knew who hadn't had to go on a long quest or face down a vicious dragon in order to find his love. He hadn't even fought the troll who came after Giselle himself. So it made sense that he would have to do something more to prove his love before he could live happily-ever-after.

"I still think that you should take time to think before you dive down the well," Blaine said. He and Edward were walking through the garden the morning after Giselle had disappeared, and Edward was preparing to depart.

Edward threw back his head and laughed. "Think! That's very funny, little brother, but what need do I have for thinking when my true love is out there, just waiting for me to rescue her from whatever horrid land she had found herself in? I mustn't delay for even a moment."

"But a moment's delay could help you find her hours sooner than you would otherwise," Blaine argued, though he knew that nothing would make Edward see sense once he had made him mind up about something. "You could find a magic mirror and discover her exact location. Then it would be simple to travel through the well and retrieve her. You could be married by this evening." He almost pointed out that their stepmother had a magic mirror, which they might be able to use, but held back. He had his suspicions about Queen Narcissa, mostly about the fact that she had built that wishing well in their garden in the first place. He wasn't ready to say anything, in case his suspicions were unfounded, but he didn't feel as though it would be a good idea to include her in their plans.

"Oh, but there is no need to worry about it, Blaine," Edward said, waving an airy hand. He jumped up onto the low wall surrounding the well and clasped one hand to his heart, holding the other outstretched in front of him. "True love will always find a way, no matter what obstacles stand in the way, no matter how far the distance may be. You'll understand once you find your other half."

Blaine smiled at the thought. The way that his brother always spoke of love sounded incredible, like everything that Blaine had ever wanted, though he wasn't so sure that he would find it. He had met plenty of beautiful maidens in the nearby forests and villages (unlike Edward, who was always too busy troll hunting to speak to women), yet had never felt as though his heart was being lifted in song, and none of the maidens had ever sung to him, either. He supposed it was because he was the second son, and therefore had to be the second one to wed. Now that Edward had found his bride, Blaine hoped that he would now find his.

"I dare not delay even a second longer," Edward said, staring down into the depths of the well. "I can't remain here while my love is facing unspeakable terrors in some strange world. Isn't that right, chipmunk?"

"Yeah, yeah, we gotta get going," Pip said from his spot on a tree branch that hung over the well. "We don't got time to sit around and chitchat while Giselle could be who-knows-where!"

"The chipmunk is right," Edward said. Then he turned and offered his hand to Blaine. "Come with me. I have found my love. Perhaps this will be the quest that allows you to find yours?"

Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Do you think so?"

"Of course!" Edward said. "You have said that you haven't found your bride in any of the nearby villages. That means that she must be off somewhere far away, and you must go on a perilous quest in order to find her! Why, she could likely have been caught by this evil hag who kidnapped Giselle, and only by coming with me will you ever meet her."

Blaine thought about it. Edward made sense. After all, if his love wasn't in this kingdom, then Blaine would have to search for her somewhere else. And why not begin his quest now? If he found someone who completed his duets, then he would be overjoyed. And if he did not, then that just meant that he had to continue the journey somewhere else. Perhaps to the North, where the ice dragons reined. Blaine had always thought that there was something especially romantic about rescuing a maiden from a fearsome beast.

But first, he would begin by traveling through the well.

"I must be off," Edward announced, pulling out his sword and banishing it dramatically. "I will see you on the other side, should you decide to accompany me. Fear not, Giselle! I will rescue you!" With that, Edward threw himself face-first down the well.

"Yeah, but who's going to rescue meeeeeeee?" Pip cried as he also hurled himself into its depths.

Blaine thought about it for a moment more, then climbed on top of the well. He took a moment to stare down into its depths and wish with all his heart that his true love would be waiting on the other side. Then he stepped forward and followed the other two down.

"I can't believe that that brat is interfering with my plans," Queen Narcissa seethed as she and Nathaniel stood at the side of the well. It was several hours after the princes had gone down the well, and she was beginning to worry. "If Edward had gone alone, then I wouldn't be concerned. Do you think that that boy could find anyone in that strange world? I wouldn't be surprised if he were dead by morning. But Blaine had to come along and ruin everything I had planned. With his help, Edward is sure to track down that stupid little wench that he's so attracted to." She turned and glared up at Nathaniel, who was working on trimming the decorative hedges around the well. "Why did you let this happen?"

"I-I'm sorry, my queen," Nathaniel stuttered. "I didn't even realize that it was a possibility. I never thought that Blaine might-"

"Silence," she said, then added in a lower tone, "I'm not mad. I just wish that there was someone who could go track down those boys and ensure that Blaine doesn't interfere with my plan. A big, strong, handsome man. But where am I ever going to find someone like that?" She ran one hand down Nathaniel's chest.

"I... I..." he stammered.

She leaned even closer. "Yes?"

"I will track them down!" he announced, scrambling toward the well. "Fear not. I won't let anything get in your way."

"Oh, would you?" she asked. "Good. Now, the first thing you need to do is get Blaine away from Edward somehow, so that he doesn't catch on to what you're doing. I'll tell you what to do about the girl after you've done that. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my queen!" Nathaniel said. She smiled and leaned forward to touch his cheek, then roughly shoved him back into the well, sending him tumbling head-over-heels down the portal.

"We've been searching for hours and haven't found a single sign of her," Edward complained as they walked along what appeared to be some sort of street filled with people, though it was made of some gray substance that Blaine had never seen before. "I also don't understand why all these peasants keep given us these strange looks. You'd think that they had never seen a prince before."

Blaine opened his mouth to point out that if Edward had listened to his plan and found a magic mirror before they traveled to this strange place, then they wouldn't have this problem. But he didn't get the chance, because Edward kept speaking without pause.

"Of course, they probably haven't. And even if they have, I'm sure they've never seen one quite as dashing as I. I'm sure that that would explain their wonder and awe at the sight of me."

Blaine rolled his eyes but knew better than to say anything, or else Edward would sulk for hours, which would delay their quest even more.

"I say, what is this strange custom that I keep seeing people take part in," Edward asked, pointing to a yellow beast. There were many of them traveling along various paths. Blaine didn't know what they were called, of course, but most of them had the word "taxi" written along the side, which made him wonder if that was their name. As they watched, the side of the beast opened, and a person came out. Only a few seconds later, another person ran over and climbed inside. The side of the beast closed, and it took off.

"There are so many steel dragons around. I'm surprised someone hasn't taken care of that problem," Edward said, turning in a circle so he could stare all around him. "And they keep climbing into the dragons' stomachs. It's as though they all have a death wish."

Blaine shook his head. "We haven't seen a single person die, so it can't be that."

"Perhaps it is some sort of sport," Edward said thoughtfully. "They climb into the stomach of the vile beast in order to see if they can fight their way out again." He nodded. The look on his face said that he'd already decided that this was true, and nothing would convince him otherwise.

"I don't think that these are actually beasts," Blaine said. He'd been watching them over the hours that they'd spent here, and had come up with a theory. "I don't think that they're even alive." Pip squeaked in agreement from his place on Edward's shoulder.

Edward chuckled. "Ah, foolish brother. How little you know about the world," he said. "If these beasts weren't alive, then how are they able to move?"

"I don't know that part," Blaine admitted. "But from the looks of it, it appears that they're some sort of transportation. You said it yourself, it looks as though they're made of steel, and steel isn't living. They must have somehow created a way for nonliving things to move and carry them around."

Edward just shook his head and smiled in a way that meant that he thought Blaine was crazy. Blaine sighed. He believed he was right, but there would be no way to convince Edward of that.

"Blaine!" Edward grabbed his head and turned it to the left, so that Blaine was staring at the largest of these devices that they had seen yet. There was an old lady holding a cloth sack walking into it. "I understand how the young might wish to test their strengths by pitting themselves against these beasts, but a woman of her age stands no chance! We must rescue her!"

"I don't think she's actually in danger," Blaine argued. After all, he didn't understand what those things were, but if they were as dangerous as Edward seemed to think, then why would anyone willingly climb inside of one?

"Then I suppose I have to rescue her myself!" Edward announced, and ran off before Blaine could stop him.

He had a feeling that this was not going to end well.

Edward ran forward and jumped on top of the machine as he drew his sword. "Ha ha! You've met your match, foul beast!" he shouted, then thrust his sword downward into the machine. Which did stop, but Blaine doubted that that meant that it had died, though Edward seemed convinced that that was what had happened. "Giselle?" he called, leaning down to peer through the windows. Then he stood as the people inside began to pour out. "The steel beast is dead, peasants. I've set you all free!"

"Nobody stabs my bus!" a woman screamed, glaring up at Edward. "Are you crazy?"

Blaine decided that this was his cue to intervene, and ran forward to join Edward on top of the - bus? Wasn't that what the woman had called it?

"Nathaniel, old friend!" Edward exclaimed right as Blaine joined him on top of the bus. Blaine glanced down and saw that, indeed, Nathaniel was standing there arguing with the woman. Pip also appeared to be trying to join the argument, as he was standing on the woman's head, glaring down at her. The woman slowly glanced up at Pip, then screamed loud enough to make Blaine flinch.

Blaine grabbed Edward's arm. "I think that this would be a good time for us to leave," he urged. "I don't understand what is happening, but I believe we are doing more harm to them than we are good. We should just leave, quickly."

Edward laughed. "You are just saying that because you did not have the courage to fight the beast, and wish to get away so that you don't have to think about it. Is that it, Blaine?" he asked, then sheathed his sword. "Very well. Off we go! Come along, Nathaniel."

"That wasn't the reason at all," Blaine said. Edward didn't seem to hear him.

"Wait, what is that noise?" Blaine suddenly asked, stopping and tilting his head to the side as he listened.

"What?" Edward asked, also stopping to listen. After a second he shook his head. "I hear nothing."

"You don't hear that music?" Blaine asked, walking forward to the edge of the bus to bring himself closer to the sound, listening as intently as he could.

"Music?" Edward asked eagerly. "Could it be Giselle?"

"No," Blaine said. "The voice definitely belongs to a man. But perhaps she'll hear his voice as well, and be attracted to the sound." After all, this was the first sign of music that Blaine had heard in many hours, to his surprise. It was weird going this long without some sort of song, and Giselle must be thinking the same. Perhaps that searching for music would be the best way to find her, as she would likely seek it out to remind her of Andalasia.

"Then we must go to it," Edward exclaimed. "and hope that my love is drawn to the music as well! Then we will be reunited there, and return to Andalasia!"

Blaine nodded. "Where's Pip?" he asked.

"Oh, don't worry, your highness. I've got him," Nathaniel said as he walked over to join him, holding up one hand to show that he held Pip within his fist. Only Pip's head was visible.

"Give him here," Blaine ordered, holding out his hand and scowling at Nathaniel's mistreatment. "Are you alright, Pip?" he asked. Pip nodded and gave a little squeak, which reassured Blaine slightly, though he made a note to keep Pip away from Nathaniel. Even though Pip could undoubtedly take care of himself – creatures who lived in the forest tended to be tough – he still didn't want to risk anything happening to Giselle's friend.

Edward smiled and clasped him on the shoulder. "And now that that has been taken care of, let us go chase this music you hear and search for my darling Giselle!"

Blaine nodded and placed Pip on his shoulder, making sure there was enough loose fabric that he would be able to hold on. Then he ran off in the direction of the music, with Edward following close behind and Nathaniel following several feet back, gasping for breath.

"I hear it now!" Edward announced after they'd been running for about a minute. "Oh, Giselle!" he cried, running even faster. Blaine smiled, gladly letting Edward take the lead. He was the one who was running towards his love, after all.

Sam smiled as he sang the last few words of the love song he was performing, strumming the last few notes on his guitar as he did so. "Thanks again for letting me join you guys," he said as soon as the song was over.

Adam nodded, giving Sam a huge smile. "Of course you can. I know you're not technically allowed into the Apples, but you can join us any time that you want. As long as we're singing off campus, of course."

Sam nodded. He knew the rules - he didn't attend NYADA, so he couldn't join the Adam's Apples. Still, Sam was grateful that they still let him join them when they got together off of campus to perform in random parts of the city. Even though he was happy with the art degree he was working towards, he still really missed singing in front of people, and karaoke just wasn't the same. It was pretty sweet of Adam to give him this chance.

"So, what one should we do next?" Kurt asked, walking over to join them. He took a sip from his water bottle, then passed it to Adam so that he could take a drink. Adam's smile widened as he took it with his left hand, wrapping his right arm around Kurt and pulling him closer.

"And suggestions, Sam?" Adam asked. "You're the only one here who can play an instrument, so really, we can sing anything you choose." Most days, there would be at least three or four other Apples on the drums, guitar, or piano. But most of the group hadn't been able to make it today, and most of them had left early. By now, the only ones still here were Sam, Adam, Kurt.

Sam shrugged. "I can play a ton of stuff, or at least fake it pretty well. Choose whatever you want."

Kurt smiled. "How about-"

"Where has the music vanished to?" a voice cried, loud enough to make them all jump in surprise, mostly because that was such a weird thing to say. He turned and saw a man standing at the enterance to the park, wearing some weird prince costume and looking around frantically. A younger boy and an older man joined him a second later, both of them dressed up in equally-elaborate costumes. The younger guy looked like he was dressed in almost the exact same thing as the othr man, only it was dark purple instead of red. The older guy, though, looked like he was dressed like a peasant in the storybooks Sam had had as a kid. And considering the other two were dressed like princes, that was probably exactly what that man was aiming for.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Uh oh. Crazy guy alert," he said. "Just ignore them and hopefully they'll go away."

Sam glanced back at them again. "He said something about music. You think they were talking about us?"

"I wonder if they're doing a show," Adam said, turning toward them. "I didn't see anything advertised, did you?"

Sam shook his head. "It could be some surprise thing. I bet they're street performers, like us."

"Or they're weirdos who actually think that they're Disney princes," Kurt said dryly.

"Oh, come on, Kurt. They're probably not actually crazy," Adam said. "Haven't you seen street performers in random costumes before?"

Kurt raised one eyebrow. "Yes, I have. And last time I did, the guy licked my hand when I tried to give him some money."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at that, even though it sounded super gross. "It doesn't mean that all of them are going to be crazy," he said. "Oh, look, they're coming over here."

"If they try to bite you, I'm totally saying I told you so," Kurt grumbled as Sam walked over to meet the three men.

"Have you seen a beautiful maiden come along here?" the one in red asked.

Sam shrugged. He'd seen plenty of good-looking girls, but he didn't know who this guy was talking about. "What's she look like?"

The guy in red got a faraway look in his eye as he described her. "Long, flowing brown hair, as shiny and smooth as the priciest silk. Eyes that shine like none that you've ever seen, and a face beautiful enough to entrance even the fiercest ogre. She vanished on our wedding day, so she should have been dressed head to toe in the purest white, with a tiara on her head, for she was to become my queen."

Sam laughed. "That was really good," he said, impressed with this guy's acting. He wondered if he had planned this speech out ahead of time, or improvised it just now. "I'm Sam," he said, holding out his hand for the guy to shake. "And these are my friends, Adam and Kurt."

"Those are very impressive costumes," Adam said, as he came forward to also shake the guy's hand. Kurt stayed back, looking like he still didn't trust them. "You really look like a prince."

"Why, thank you," the man said. "I am Prince Edward. This is my younger brother, Prince Blaine, and our dear friend, Nathaniel. They came to accompany me on my quest to find my true love."

"Well, that was nice of you," Sam said, turning toward Blaine. Blaine smiled and nodded politely as they shook hands as well. Then Sam noticed something a bit odd. "Is that a rat on your shoulder?"

Blaine glanced down at whatever rodent that was on his shoulder and laughed as he shook his head. "No, of course not. Most of the rats I've met haven't been too friendly; I'd never bring one along on a quest with me! This is Pip. He's a close friend of Giselle's who came along to help us find her." The chipmunk – Pip – started squeaking and even nodded its head like it was trying to agree with Blaine. Which was really adorable, actually. Sam wondered how they had trained it so well.

Also, Blaine was doing such a good job of staying in character that it made Sam want to keep talking with him for some reason, just to see what he was going to say and how well he was going to keep playing this part. So Sam asked, "Did you come here for any quest of your own, or are you just helping Edward with his?" Mostly because it was the first thing he thought of, and was bound to have an interesting answer.

Blaine smiled. He had a really awesome smile, Sam saw. Not to mention that his curly hair was super adorable. Sam decided not to think about that any more, though. He generally tried not to start crushing on random people that he didn't really know, even if they were really good looking.

"I also seek my one true love," Blaine said, a small smile appearing on his lips, "but unlike my brother, I know not where this person could be. All I know is that somewhere, there is someone waiting to join with me in song, and someday we will be united."

Sam couldn't help but smile. Call him a hopeless romantic, but he really liked the way that Blaine was talking. Also, Blaine's words were not helping with Sam's decision not to crush on him. Not to mention that actors were kind of hot, and Blaine was doing a really good job of acting like a prince. It was like he was completely in character.

Also, Sam couldn't help but notice that Blaine hadn't used pronouns, so there was still a chance that he liked guys.

"So, do you live around here?" Sam asked, trying to subtly find out more about Blaine, like if there was a chance that Sam could hang out with him more. Okay, maybe it wasn't so subtle. But hopefully it would work.

Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, no. I come from a land called Andalasia, one that you can only reach by taking a portal at the bottom of the wishing well."

"Oh, right, of course. I should have guessed that," Sam said, also chuckling. Okay, so he wasn't about to get any real answers out of Blaine as long as he was in character. He'd just have to hope that Blaine wasn't serious about coming from someplace far off.

Blaine frowned, looking confused. "You also know of this wishing well? I assumed that nobody in this world knew of its existence, as the people standing on the other side of it seemed surprised when we came out."

Sam knew that Blaine couldn't be serious, but it still made him laugh to imagine Blaine, Edward, and Nathaniel climbing out of a well somewhere. And honestly, Blaine seemed serious enough about playing this part that Sam wouldn't have been surprised to learn that they actually had been climbing into wells earlier.

Pip had been quiet this whole time, but all of a sudden he started going crazy, squeaking and pulling on Blaine's hair. Sam stepped forward, worried that the chipmunk was going to bite him or something, but Blaine didn't seem concerned. "What is it?" Blaine asked, as though he honestly expected an answer, then he looked around and frowned.

"Is something wrong?" Adam asked.

Blaine's frown deepened as he looked all around him, even turned in a complete circle to make sure he didn't miss anything. Then he turned back to Sam and asked, "Did any of you see where my brother and Nathaniel went?"

"Are you sure that it was right to leave Blaine?" Edward asked. He and Nathaniel were sitting in a small restaurant that Nathaniel had found, waiting for their lunches to arrive.

"Yes, yes, of course," Nathaniel said. "You have two different goals, so you must split up in order to get them both done. Blaine will be able to search for his true love without worrying about finding Giselle, and you can devote all of your energy to finding your bride." Nathaniel was sure to keep his face perfectly solemn, but inwardly, he was grinning. Separating the two of them had been easier than he'd thought that it would be. All he'd needed to do was wait until Blaine had been distracted talking to some boy, and then tell Edward to follow him. It had worked perfectly. Blaine hadn't noticed, and Edward had followed him immediately without asking questions until after they were out of sight.

"I suppose that makes sense," Edward said, sounding doubtful. "Shouldn't we have at least told him the plan?"

"Why, sire, it was his idea," Nathaniel said. "He told me that we should go ahead, leave him to search on his own."

Edward smiled, easily accepting the lie. "So Blaine's finally decided to venture forth on his own, has he?" he said. "Very well, I won't hold him back."

"Excellent, sire," Nathaniel said. He leaned back in his chair, then froze when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Narcissa's face appeared in his water glass, just long enough that she could point him toward a set of double doors on the wall near his table. "Uh, excise me for a moment, sire," Nathaniel said as the image disappeared, then stood and hurried through the double doors that she had indicated.

The conversation only lasted a minute. Nathaniel emerged from the kitchen soon after, smiling at Edward as though nothing was wrong. He did nothing to indicate that he now hid three poison apples beneath his cloak, apples that he was more than willing to use in order to fulfill Narcissa's desires.

All it would take was one bite, and the poison would seep through Giselle's body, leaving her in a sleep that would last forever. And once the clock struck midnight, the curse would become permanent, and there would be nothing that Edward could do to save her.

"Huh." Sam hadn't noticed that the other two had left, but they were definitely gone. He shrugged. "Any idea where they could have gone?"

"None," Blaine said. "Neither of us know our way around this land, so we've mostly been wandering around in search of Giselle. I don't believe there's any way to tell which direction they might have wandered in." He frowned. "This land looks nothing like our kingdom, so there are no landmarks we could use. And even if there were, I doubt my brother would know to search for me there."

"So, you two are visiting and you got lost?" Sam asked.

After a moment, Blaine nodded. "That's one way to say it, yes."

"Would you like to borrow one of our cell phones?" Adam offered.

Blaine's forehead furrowed in confusion. "I'm not quite sure what you're speaking of," he said. "But no, there's no need to help me. I came here for my quest, after all, and what quest would be complete if I didn't have to find my way on my own?" He smiled warmly, then reached forward to shake all of their hands, one after another. "Thank you all. It was very kind of you to speak with me, and to offer assistance. I sincerely hope that we meet again before I return to me kingdom." He gave them all one more smile, and his eyes seemed to linger on Sam for a few seconds longer than he looked at the other two (though maybe that was Sam's imagination). Then he nodded and turned away.

Sam bit his lip as he watched Blaine go. Blaine had only walked about a dozen steps when Sam said, "I'll help you look for them."

Blaine turned back around. "Pardon?"

"I can help you look for your brother and that other guy," Sam said. He didn't know why exactly he was offering. It probably had to do with the fact that Blaine seemed sweet, and nice, and attractive. Not to mention that if he really didn't have a phone, and didn't know his way around the city, then he needed someone to help him out. That tended to make Sam's big-brother instinct kick in. He just liked helping people, especially when the person he helped was someone he had maybe a little tiny crush on.

Plus, it just felt like the thing to do, and Sam had learned a long time ago to just go with his instinct. It had gotten him into a ton of bad situations, like the time he had tried to marry Brittany. But it had also made him do some good things, like the time he tackled Karofsky in the locker room. So all in all, it basically evened out.

"Oh, there's no need to help me," Blaine said quickly. "As much as I appreciate it, I'm sure you have other things to attend to, and I would hate to inconvenience you when you've been so kind to me."

Sam shrugged. "I can't think of anything," he said. Well, technically he had math homework that really needed to be done, but he didn't want to do it, so he didn't see the point in bringing it up. Plus, it was only Thursday, and his next math class wasn't until next Monday, so it was cool.

Blaine smiled. "If you're certain," he said.

"Oh, I totally am," Sam said quickly, taking off his guitar and bending to put it back in the case.

Kurt bent down to whisper, "Are you sure about this? Because he's a guy wandering around the park in an elaborate prince costume, acting like he really came from some storybook land. Now, I'm not saying that that definitely makes his a crazy person, but-"

"It's cool," Sam said. "I'm sure he's just really, really into acting or something like that." Kurt frowned, not looking convinced, so Sam added, "Listen, if he turns out to be crazy, then I'll leave and you can tell me 'I told you so'. But he seems nice, and he needs help, so I'm going to help him."

Kurt considered him for a moment. "You like him, don't you?"

Sam really hoped that he wasn't blushing. "Maybe a little."

Kurt shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Sam? Only you would be attracted to someone in a dorky Disney prince costume."

"Didn't you dress up like a Disney prince for Halloween last year?" Sam asked. "You didn't think it was so dorky then."

"Not the point," Kurt said.

Sam chuckled and picked up his guitar case. "Would you mind taking this for me?" he asked. "I don't want to be carrying it around if we have to go on a manhunt all afternoon."

Kurt sighed and took it from him. "I guess so," he said. Then he smiled a little. "I hope you're right about him not being some sort of crazy person."

"Me, too," Sam said. "You're the best, dude," he added, giving Kurt a quick fist bump (which made Kurt roll his eyes even as he returned the gesture). Then he walked over to join Blaine. "Where should we go first?"

"I believe you would the better person to answer that question," Blaine said. "As I told you, I don't know my way around this land. You're the one who would know what places we should search. Where do you think a beautiful maiden would spend her time if she ended up in a strange world?"

Sam shrugged. He could think of the places that he'd taken girls on dates, but none of those dates had ended well, so maybe those weren't the kinds of places that girls liked. "What's she like?" Sam asked. "Where does she normally hang out back in your, uh, land?"

"I'm not sure," Blaine said. "Edward only met her yesterday. I've been in her presence only once, and we hardly had time to exchange greetings before we went our separate ways." There was a sudden squeak from Pip, and Blaine added, "Pip would know what she's like, but it seems like he's lost his ability to speak in this world, so I'm not sure how much help he will be." There was another squeak from Pip (one that sounded kind of angry, if that was possible), and Blaine added, "I'm sorry, Pip."

Sam smiled, deciding to ignore the fact that part of Blaine playing this prince character involved the him pretending he could speak to chipmunks. Though Sam did wonder how on earth he'd come up with that idea, and trained a real chipmunk to do a routine with him. "So, Edward was serious about that?" Sam asked. He'd thought that when Edward said that he'd met this girl yesterday, it had just been part of whatever play they were putting on. Then again, maybe it was, and Blaine's words right now were also part of the story.

"Of course," Blaine said, sounding surprised. "Why wouldn't I tell you the truth?"

"I'm trying to figure out what's real and what's not," Sam said with a grin. It was kind of fun, actually. Blaine was such a good actor that Sam would have believed he was really a prince if he didn't know better. It kind of made Sam want to see if he could make Blaine break character, although he kind of doubted that he'd be able to. "So, are we really looking for this Giselle girl?"

"Yes," Blaine said, his surprise now morphing to confusion. "What else would we be doing?"

"And did you really not know that your brother was leaving, or was that part of the script?" Sam asked. It was just now occurring to him that maybe Blaine wasn't actually lost, and that he and his brother and that other guy were putting on some sort of play that required audience interaction. Maybe they'd planned on Sam volunteering to help Blaine, and were going to go on some quest around New York that they had planned in advance. Actually, Sam was half-hoping that that was the case, because it sounded like a cool idea. If that wasn't what Blaine was doing, then Sam would be tempted to come up with something like that himself, because it sounded like fun.

"I already said that I didn't see my brother leave," Blaine said. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't quite understand why you keep asking these questions."

Right, of course he wouldn't reveal the plot. He wouldn't be much of an actor if he did that, would he? Sam grinned. "Sorry, just ignore me," he said, because he was more than willing to play along. Although, it did sort of bug him that he didn't know if he was right about his theory, and to not know whether Blaine had planned this or not.

But he was probably right, and this was some sort of play, or an elaborate prank. But Sam would go along with it, because it looked interesting. And just maybe, after this was all done, Sam could meet the real Blaine, figure out what he was like when he wasn't acting. Sam could hope, at least.