AN: Dear audience….thank you so much for all the love on my other stories! It means a lot that you all approve, even though I really have no idea who you are :) Anyway, this is the beginning of the plot-bunny that came to mind when I listened to Defying Gravity….it's gonna get supernatural in later chapters (and of course there will be Klaine cause I'm writing ;) ), if y'all approve of the idea! Do review, lovelies, I wish to know what you think :)
Defying Gravity
Prologue
Someone in the stands gasped, another shrieked, and everyone jumped. It was the second game of the football season, and Blaine and Kurt had come out partially to support Finn, and also because Kurt wanted to see who had taken over his position as kicker. Surprise and fear rolled off the crowd as a sickly, unnatural grey-ish colored smoke roiled out of one of the school buildings. A few people dashed towards it to see what was going on, including Kurt. Finn and Blaine called after him, but he insisted, saying something about how Quinn and Tina were rehearsing in the auditorium that night. They joined the sparse mob that had formed in front of the building, trying to get a good look at what was going on inside. A soft, yet forceful rumble from inside scared everyone back a few feet, and scared Kurt forwards at full speed. Blaine caught his arm as he tried to dash away, fear for the small boy showing through his golden eyes.
"Kurt, are you crazy? That building's falling apart, and you want to go inside?"
"I have to! Quinn and Tina are in there and I can't just leave them, now let go of me and let me go help them!" Kurt wrenched his arm free, ignoring the protests from his boyfriend and stepbrother.
Finn and Blaine stared at each other in shock as they realized that was the building Kurt was sprinting into was very much on fire. They saw his small body slip in through the back door, dashing through the chemistry hall, disappearing into the smoke. They were panicking; they were the only ones that saw him go in. Turning to Blaine, the fear for his brother was obvious in Finn's eyes. His football helmet was shaking in his hand.
"Dude, what do we do, that's my brother and your boyfriend; we know he won't last a second in there!" Blaine looked around, desperately looking for an idea.
"I don't know, maybe we could-"
He was cut off as the back corner of the building exploded violently in a flash of blue, knocking the mob backwards and starting their panicked noises again. Finn pushed through them, eyes raking the settling smoke and debris for any sign of his brother. When he found nothing, he dove into the smoke as well, ignoring Blaine trying to stop him. Oddly enough, the smoke didn't make it hard to breathe like he expected. Waving his arms wildly to clear the smoke, a very Kurt-sized shadow caught his eye, but it was slumped against the wall in a very un-Kurt-like way. Sliding over to his brother, he gasped at what he saw. The small boy's mouse brown hair stuck out in spikes, like he'd just stuck his finger in an electric socket. Soot coated his face, which Finn swore had blue sparkles in it, but he quickly dismissed it as the least of his worries. Kurt's right arm was bent over his head in a way that it wasn't supposed to, and the porcelain skin of his face and neck were eerily dyed red; the sheer amount of the blood terrified Finn. Scooping the small boy up, he darted back through the rubble, jumping over rocks and pieces of wall as they fell in, cursing as one collided with the back of his head. Staggering out the front door, he saw Tina and Quinn being comforted by Blaine. The girls were in remarkably good shape; only a minor dusting of ash covered their bodies. Their terrified eyes got even bigger at the sight of Finn, who hurried over, gently laying his brother's limp, but warm body on the ground before passing out cold next to him.
Blaine flocked to Kurt while the girls frantically tried to revive Finn. There was so much blood, it soaked into the small boy's shirt, soaked into the ground, god, it was everywhere. Turning back to the shell-shocked crowd, he yelled for someone to call 911. It seemed someone had, as moments later, an ambulance pulled up, paramedics leaping out and collecting the unconscious brothers. Blaine desperately wanted to go with them, but he had to stay for Quinn and Tina's sakes. They looked like chickens with their heads cut off; confused and terrified from the core. Wrapping his arms around them, he stared after the ambulance, a single word lingering in his mind.
Kurt…..