Hello fellow writers! This is my very first attempt at writing a fanfic. Reviews and constructive criticism are most definitely appreciated. ATM this fic. is unbeta'ed.

Summary: A gift in passing of his mother, Kurt Hummel must not only deal with the trials of being a teenager in high school, but learn to wield the powers of the Gods. A great evil approaches. With the assistance of his family, friends and a possible love interest, will he succeed or will the universe be plunged into oblivion?

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or pieces of plots from GLEE. They all belong to Ryan Murphy.

Italics: Dream, thought, past experience(flashback)

On with the show!

Prologue:

Heat. Fire. I can feel the fire lapping at my skin, but I am unaffected by it. I have to get to my son! He's in danger and his powers have yet to activate.

"LIZZY! LIZZY! Is that you?"

I turn from the stairwell and Burt is scampering over to me. I grab his face in my hands as he is close enough to me.

"Burt! You have to get out now!"

"NO! I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU OR MY SON! WHERE IS KURT?"

I began to cry profusely, shaking my head. And we heard Kurt screaming for us over the snapping of burning wood.

"Burt I will get him you have to get out! Now!"

A tear falls from his beautiful grey eyes.

"NO NEVER!" he screams back to me. I hear his voice quiver.

I look him in the eye. My voice dropping a few octaves and my eyes glow gold.

"Burt I want you to run outside and wait for me I will get Kurt. I love you Burt." I pull out of his mind, and he nods and runs for the door.

When I turn around to run up the stairs to Kurt's room I notice the second floor is almost completely engulfed in flames. Then I notice that I don't hear Kurt's screams anymore. I hold out my hand and push the flames away as I run through the open door to his room. I cry out in terror when I see my little boy underneath a pile of the still burning ceiling.

"KURT! KURT!" No response. The smoke is starting to get to me. I can barely focus enough to use my telekinesis to lift up the debris.

He has burns and scratches all over his little body and he's barely breathing. I cry out in anguish. There is too much damage to his body and only one way to save him now. I have to give him my life and my power.

I look upwards to the sky, my eyes glowing a blazing white. I pump my energy into my baby boy. A burst of white light pumps from my heart through my arms and into Kurt's chest. Another pump and I feel a bit dizzy.

Another pump and I get a flashback of when he was first born. When Burt first held him. Those lively eyes filled with insurmountable joy and tears.

Another pump. His first steps from the dining room doorway all the way to Burt's old recliner where I sat between his legs. Kurt waddled all the way over to us and fell into my lap.

Another pump. Kurt was five and we were all at a picnic at the local park. It was the day Kurt became friends with the Jones's little girl, Mercedes.

Another pump. My magic is dwindling. I look down and see that all his burns and most of the scratches are gone.

Another pump. I'm so weak and the flames lapping at my back are starting to affect me. I have to protect my baby he is my world. One. Last. Pump. And I can be with my mother and father again.

"Be safe little-jay. Blessed be my darling child."

My last pump. I send my last ounce of magic into him and teleport him outside into the back yard. Burt will find him there. I did it Kurt is save and I can rest at last. I let the flames engulf me and take my last breath. My husband and my baby are safe, and I am finally free.