A/N: I wish my subconscious would explain itself to me sometimes. Here follows what may prove to be a multichapter exercise in fantasy genre crossover MADNESS, or it might be a jolly good read - who am I to judge?
As usual, I don't own any of the characters, settings or places mentioned herein (although I DO own a small wooden box, so I shall claim that as my kingdom!)
I'm hoping that whoever it is that lives in my head that writes this stuff knows what they are doing (I mean it, seriously, I'm as curious as YOU are as to where this might go - HEY if Chris Colfer can sleep shop I'm allowed to sleep write, aren't I?)
Oh, and be prepared for the occasional breaking of the fourth wall (it will be in bold and parentheses) ,no good whining to me - I'm just the typist for my id!

...the silver sparks exploded around the two boys, blinding them utterly as what sounded like a thousand angels sang an impossibly complex and beautiful chord...

(hmm, perhaps a bit sudden, let's begin a bit earlier and work our way into things)

Looking back, it probably all began with Blaine's great-grandmother.

The elderly woman had called from her home in Ireland, months before, to congratulate him on his 17th birthday. Blaine had always liked his father's grandmother, despite the fact she was always so formal and proper. He could only recall meeting her once, of course, back when he was 6 or 7 years old, but he looked forward to her occasional letters and her annual phone call with more than mere sense of familial duty.

"...and she really lives in a castle in Ireland?" Kurt asked his boyfriend, "a genuine, real castle?"

"Yes Kurt, her family have lived there for generations apparently, she has a title and everything and the family line stretches back for centuries!"

"So why do you like her so much?" Kurt sipped his drink and enjoyed the warm summer day. First week of the Summer Break and already Kurt could feel the tension draining out of his body.

"It all goes back to when I came out to my parents" the hazel eyes drifted away from Kurt's gaze for a few seconds as their owner momentarily drifted back in time. "I told you how my folks tried to be OK about it all, but Dad especially never quite managed to accept it."

Kurt simply nodded and affectionately squeezed his boyfriend's bare knee.

"Well," Blaine continued leaning back against the tree they had spread their picnic blanket beneath, "one of the first things they said to me was that we mustn't tell the rest of the family, especially not my grandparents. They've always been extremely conservative and intolerant about that sort of thing you see."

"I take it you refer to your Father's mom and dad?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Blaine sighed, "it's weird how someone as cool as Great-Gran could have such stick in the mud descendants." He smiled as Kurt snuggled up against his right thigh and continued his story.

"So it was a real shock when the day after I had the big TALK, Great-Gran called me. I mean, it wasn't my birthday, and she usually only calls once a year, on my birthday, but she rang and demanded to speak to me, and then she just told me to be strong and brave and proud and that her daughter and her grandson ..."

"Your dad and his mother?" Kurt guessed.

"Yeah," Blaine smiled ruefully, "she said that they were fools who would eventually learn how to be real people, and then she told me that my being gay didn't mean she loved me any less, but that my being brave and honest made her love me more, and then she hung up."

"So who told her?" Kurt's confusion was evident.

"I've never found out, " Blaine shook his head, "apparently she's renowned in the family for having 'the sight' or something, some in the family have claimed she's descended from the Fair Folk, you know, the Sidhe."

Kurt wrinkled his brow, rose up onto his knees and stared at Blaine, his lips trying hard NOT to twitch into a smirk. "Are you trying to tell me Mr Anderson, that you are part FAIRY?" The counter-tenor's voice rose to an even higher pitch than normal as he struggled to keep his mirth contained.

"Hell no! " Blaine scowled in mock ferocity, "I'm ALL fairy here I'll have you know! Want me to prove it?" He leant forward and deftly and gently captured Kurt's bottom lip between his teeth, grinning into the kiss as his arms wrapped around the boys slender torso.

"Blaine! Stop it!" Kurt protested, "We're in a park in Lima! Lying together on a picnic blanket is one thing, but making out might attract the wrong sort of attention."

Blaine faked a sulk as he huffed back against the tree again.

"So when she rang you last week, unexpectedly, what did she want?" Kurt went back to snuggling discreetly.

"She just said that she was sending me my Family Birthright, "Blaine flashed his eyes at Kurt's face "you could HEAR the capitalization. She said that it was time, and that I would 'know what to do with the gifts' as I discovered them."

Kurt raised his brow again," how very melodramatic."

"I love Great-Gran dearly, but I think she might be getting a little odd in her advanced years," Blaine sighed.

"Off with the fairies huh?" Kurt giggled as he leaped out of reach of his boyfriend's retaliation.

When the boys returned to the Anderson residence they discovered a courier van pulling up to the kerb outside. The driver got out of the van and walked over to them, reading an entry on his clipboard and carrying a small sealed pouch.

"Ok, this is really weird," he said scratching his head," please tell me you are NOT Blaine Anderson, because if you are I'm pretty sure I've fallen into an episode of the Twilight Zone somehow."

The boys glanced at each other in puzzlement.

"I'm afraid I am Blaine Anderson," Blaine offered the courier his license to verify his identity," why would that make you nervous?"

The driver replied shakily," Because all I have written on here is that I must deliver this package, directly into the hands of one Blaine Anderson, at this address, at precisely 3.08pm and that he would be one of two teenage boys walking up to the driveway of said address at that exact time." He showed them the instruction slip, confirming that was what was written. "Look, just sign for it and let me get back to the real world, please"

Blaine did so, accepting the package, and a simple envelope that came with it.

A few minutes later Blaine and Kurt were in Blaine's room reading the contents of the envelope.

My Dearest Blaine,

By the time you read this I shall be gone. Not dead my dear, do not upset yourself, just gone. I wish I were able to explain this all properly, but I have simply run out of time. The box I have sent you contains your Birthright. It represents the Gifts which have been passed down for countless centuries along our bloodline, and to those we love. Share the Gift, it is meant for you and the one you choose to trust above all others. Be careful in your choice, the one you choose must be as brave and compassionate as you, and these Gifts will bind you together for longer than you could imagine. I doubt I could explain much anyway my dear, as each bearer discovers their own Gifts to be unique unto themselves. Learn to use them wisely, I had despaired of any of my descendants proving worthy to continue my mission, but at last someone answered my prayers and you proved to be both brave and wise enough to be safe to leave to carry on. I wish I could explain more clearly, but you will understand all soon. When you and your chosen are ready, you will know where and how to contact me, until then, I leave you my hopes and wishes and all my love.

Lady Felicity Danaere

"Well," said Blaine as he stared at the small wooden box that had been within the courier's pouch, shall we open it Kurt?"

"We?"

"She said to think carefully who I would share the gift with, "Blaine smiled as his warm earthy eyes gazed deeply into the oceans of Kurt's. "No thought needed my love, you are the most moral, compassionate and courageous person I have ever met." His simple declaration of utter love and trust made Kurt's heart ache and his eyes begin to shimmer.

Blaine opened the box. Within lay two silvery rings, twisted around each other. He took them out, and they seemed to ripple as they suddenly lay separate in his palm. He offered one of them to Kurt. "I was kind of planning to offer you a ring after we graduated," he smiled shyly, "but I hope it won't freak you out if I bring it forward 12 months."

Kurt took the ring, his hands shaking, "you are NOT proposing to me, and I am NOT accepting." He smiled nervously back at the boy he loved more than anyone. "I am merely going to keep this ring and wear it every day for the rest of my life."

Blaine stopped breathing. He wondered if he was smiling or not, since he suddenly seemed to have lost all feeling in his face.

Kurt continued, "And when, after graduation, you ask me an important question, I will of course, be saying yes."

With that, the two boys put the rings on each other's fingers.

...Silver sparks began to spill from their interlaced fingers...

(and now we are back to where we came in)

Kurt and Blaine clung tightly to each other as the world tilted and spun around them. When the cacophony subsided, they looked at each other in shock, and not a little fear.

"I think," gasped Kurt after a long pause, "I think your great grandmother may have been a little more than an eccentric old woman.'

"What makes you say that Kurt? "Blaine asked shakily, brushing away what looked like a cloud of multicoloured metallic butterflies that danced in the air around their heads.

"Them," Kurt gestured at the butterflies," ...this," Kurt held up his hands to indicate the carpet of wildflowers that now GREW from the polished floorboards of Blaine's bedroom, "...and that." He pointed behind Blaine, toward the window.

A large, brilliant rainbow arced perfectly across the sky and neatly fitted itself precisely through the now broken window of the room. The two boys blinked as they watched the dazzling colours sparkle and glint off the large metal pot, filled with what looked alarmingly like REAL gold coins, that now lay on top of Blaine's desk as it sat in its usual position, directly beneath the window.

'Oh, "said Blaine, "yes, eccentric doesn't begin to cover it really, does it?"

A/N (yes, AGAIN!): the next chapters are already peeking into my forebrain, I suspect there will be a bit more "magic" stuff. I have a feeling things for the boys might be a bit interesting (esp if Blaine's parents notice the impromptu redecoration)
Reviews are welcomed (as are jokes, one can never have enough humour in one's life you know!)