A/N: Hi guys! I've been working on this on tumblr for a little while now, and decided to share it with all of you lovely readers. It's an au where the New Directions all have different super-powers (which hopefully reflect their personalities for the most part), and try to fight crime the best they can. Only problem: I love Blangst with all my heart, and I couldn't help but make Blaine the focus for this story. It's predominantly Klaine, but everyone makes many appearances. Side-note: I'm still freaking out over last night's episode, so feel free to fangirl about it to me. I'll fangirl right back :)

Happy reading!

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It was supposed to be a fun outing. Sam was going to fly out and find a perfect picnic area, Blaine was supposed to clear a path to get there, Kurt was supposed to freeze anything in their way. Mercedes was going to check the weather and Artie was going to see what he could of the area's past and that of everything around them. Rachel had all of the information about the Warblers locked up tight in her mind, and they were going to enjoy a peaceful moment out of headquarters if it killed them.

Unfortunately, it nearly did.

You see, the New Directions formed when five misfit, miserable, powerful kids decided to take matters into their own hands. Kurt, who could shoot ice from his hands; Rachel, who remembered absolutely everything; Finn, who had enough strength to lift a refrigerator one-handed; Mercedes, who was deeply in tune with nature; and Artie, who could see the past, no matter place or time. Maybe they were always supposed to find each other. Maybe they weren't. But after that first fateful meeting, they've never been the same.

Kurt learned to control his anger, because being numbed with scalding water every day by those Neanderthals had led him to become bitter and out of practice. Rachel learned, well, tact, because using someone's exact words against them while recalling the shirt they were wearing and the stain on the left shoulder is never a good idea, especially if that someone can shoot flames. Finn learned how to exercise less force in general; all of those broken mugs didn't help the tension within the headquarters. Mercedes learned to use her powers for good, and to make sure Finn took his coat with him when they went out in the winter. I see a blizzard coming up, boy, so you'd best be bringing that coat of yours. Whether it was true or not was beside the point. And Artie learned how useful the past could really be.

They learned together, of course, and though the goodbyes were hard, they'd moved in together to a headquarters, constructed with care and precision. They could save the world with this much power congregated at once. They needed reinforcements, sure, but they could save the world. They could.

And it was this idea that intoxicated every one of them until they could barely see straight. They could be heroes.

They could.

"I found it!" shouts Sam as he swoops back down to normal heights. Mercedes shakes her head, muttering about wind and air currents and the dangers of flying.

"Let's go, then!" says Blaine, and he leads the way. Kurt is right on his back, frosting any branches in their path and adding a blanket of snow as a decorative touch. Blaine suddenly darts to the side, forgetting once again that he's the only one that can honestly move that fast. It takes about a second for the shorter boy to be back with the group.

"Everything looks clear! Just keep moving at this pace and it shouldn't be far."

Kurt rolls his eyes. Blaine has never been good with judging distances, sense of speed and direction completely thrown off by his abilities.

"Just go," says Kurt finally. Blaine is practically vibrating. "Set it up so we can just start eating when we get there."

"Awesome!" says Blaine, laughing, and pecks Kurt unexpectedly on the cheek before running off into the woods, occasional snapping branch the only sign that he's still out there somewhere.

Blaine doesn't know it yet, but he'll come to regret this decision. Come to regret it dearly. Now, though, all he feels is the adrenaline of letting loose: pure, unbridled, free.

When Blaine first joined New Directions, he wasn't ready, not really. Everyone was so experienced with their powers, so precise and careful and perfect all the time. All Blaine knew was how to run, and he did it well. It wasn't enough, but it was something.

They decided to keep him.

"What use is running?" Santana had asked him one day. "Sure, it's great for you, Hobbit McLightning-Pants, but why should we keep you? You can run off, escape, be safe. We can watch you leave us in your dust."

"I want to make a difference. I want to do good."

Santana had looked around, disinterested, and teleported a donut into her hands. She then shrugged and disappeared to who-knows-where, only signs that she'd been there the indents of her heeled shoes in the new carpet beneath his feet.

That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to her, she's bitter about Brittany wandering off again. She'll be back. And so will you."

Blaine looked up to find Kurt looking back at him. It shouldn't have been surprising, what with the cold radiating on his shoulders, but it was still nice.

"She's right, you know," he'd told the boy. Kurt was a perfect paradox of strength and fragility, and Blaine could never approach that.

"No, she isn't. You have a good heart. You wouldn't leave anyone behind. You move in tomorrow, new kid," and with a crooked smile, Blaine was sold.

He ran home so fast that night that he developed blisters in his feet. It took him all of thirteen minutes to pack everything he owned.

He didn't say goodbye to his parents or his brother that night. He hasn't seen them since.

It takes him about fifteen minutes to realize that something's wrong. There's no more rustling of leaves, no more good-natured calls forward, no more how much longer or I'm tired.

Nothing. Just silence. It's eerie enough that he starts to retrace his footsteps, slowly at first, then frantic and wild and panicked because there's no sign of them anywhere.

"Looking for this?" a voice behind him asks, and Blaine skids to a halt. Ice runs through his veins, because he knows that voice. It haunts his nightmares. He turns abruptly, and catches a glimpse of Kurt, beautiful Kurt, eyes wide and warning from where he's tied to a tree. The rest of New Directions are scattered, but Blaine only has eyes for this boy, strong and terrified, gag in his mouth. Things seem to move in slow motion, and he feels like he's underwater, drowning and sluggish.

Kurt's anguished cry is the last thing he hears before everything goes black.

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