Author's Note: This is directly from a roleplay on tumblr that I (kurt-deserves-better at tumblr dot com) and my pal (lumberjackfritz at tumblr dot com) have been RPing out. The lines are to show the shift between the characters. Hopefully it isn't too incoherent.

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Chapter One

Kurt Hummel loved William McKinley Institute. Well, he loved most of WMI. The jocks—the guys who play the intramural sports against each other—were utter jerks and morons. They went around, yelling in the hallways, and they were always competitive with each other. Kurt had his classes with a few of them. They had a few nicknames for him: Ice Queen, Ice Bitch, Frigid Bitch, Cold Bitch… Their favorite was Ice Queen. He just shot them a cold look every time. He could feel his body temperature drop when he was in the room with them and, if they dared touch him, they would get hypothermia in an instant. He was very closed-in around people he hated. That's why a lot of the jocks didn't really get near him. He was powerful, and they knew it. However, two jocks didn't even care. They were David Karofsky and Azimio Adams. It made sense why they didn't care. Their powers made Kurt's completely useless. When Kurt had been new, David had shoved him against a wall and Kurt tried to freeze his fingers. It didn't work. Dave could control fire. His body temperature was always a solid 150+. Kurt hated that. Azimio was completely impervious to anything. His skin was rock solid. Kurt had wanted to freeze him, but it didn't work. At all. So they were constantly ganging up on Kurt because they could. Eventually, Dave and Azimio got tired of picking on him. Still, it didn't stop Kurt from really hating those guys.

Even though Kurt hated the jocks, he still loved a select few people. He was in the school's glee club. It was just a choir where the kids would sing a few songs to each other and sometimes they would perform for the school. They were really good, too. They had really wanted to compete other glee clubs in Ohio, but they couldn't since they were mutants. There was still a lot of laws against mutants, so they just had to settle with performing at school assemblies and such. Kurt loved everyone in that club. They had become a family. His best friends, Rachel and Mercedes, didn't mind being around him and holding his hand. Sure, he was cold to the touch, but he was a lot warmer around them. Rachel was a mind-reader and Mercedes had extra-sensitive senses. She couldn't exactly hold his hand for too long since her sense of touch was, well, sensitive. Rachel didn't mind it at all.

Kurt had also had a boyfriend for awhile, but they broke up. Blaine Anderson was a short, handsome, force-field generator. Kurt had thought that since he could make a force-field around his body, protecting him from pretty much anything, that he could work perfectly with him. Kurt wouldn't even hurt him if he got a little out of control. But, alas, it didn't work out. Sebastian Smythe, a tall, handsome, athletic guy who could run about 100 mph at normal speed, captured Blaine's heart and stole him away, leaving Kurt alone. It didn't matter, anyways. They had started getting into fights, and Kurt wasn't putting out, so Blaine was pretty much gone. Kurt didn't mind being alone after that. He was used to it anyways. He just started focusing more on his singing career. He was going to be on Broadway.

Kurt wasn't exactly looking forward to the day. He had a two-hour power-management class today since newer students were moving up into the class. A lot of them were really terrible at managing their powers, so Kurt and Dave had been chosen to help them through that. It wasn't going to be a good day. Kurt didn't want to work with Dave. He just wanted to help those kids by himself. He could do it! He had been top in that class for two years, since you had to take it pretty much every year. Dave and him, however, were neck-and-neck for the top of the class both years. Still, Kurt had come out on top. Or, Kurt would like to think so.

Kurt walked down the hall and turned into the spacious classroom. Dave was already in there. Kurt could feel ice-crystals forming in his blood again. This happened every time he found himself getting uncomfortable. His body temperature was dropping. But he had to keep it at least 45 or else the other kids around him would feel it, and he didn't want that. He looked at a few kids who were sitting at their desks. They were freshmen (or, rather, they were middle-school age, but grading worked differently here). Some of them looked very timid and shy. Kurt walked to the TA table where Dave was and took a seat.

"Hamhock," he said, addressing Dave coldly.

Everything had been going well. Dave was a freshman in high school, had gotten on the junior varsity team in hockey, and was actually decently popular. Not on the tip top like the varsity players, but he wasn't one of the outcasts either. He had found his niche in the school and everything seemed to be going how it was supposed to be…until that fateful day. Dave and a friend had been skating on a frozen river when Dave suddenly started getting really hot. It had been uncomfortable at first, but then it was unbearable, so Dave had taken all his layers off, still feeling fine in the winter air. His friend had gotten worried, so like any good friend, came toward him to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong was happening, at least that's what they kept telling him when he arrived at William McKinley Institute.

But Dave knew, or at least now he knew what happened. Because of his sudden body temperature increase to such a high level, the air around Dave and everything else started heating up. The ice started melting and his friend was fast approaching, kicking off the ice with each step. Unfortunately, he kicked off too hard on one step and the weakened ice broke off, the boy falling into the river. "Brandon!" yelled Dave, as he too fell in. Despite the cold water, Dave was still heating up, the water around him boiling to the point of evaporation. The 14 year old couldn't find his friend through the veil of bubbles clouding his eyes. It was there that he continued heating up, to the point that despite being in the water the boy had burst into flames, evaporating the water around him at first contact.

It had been in the local paper, "A Game of Hockey Turns Fatal!" The other boy was never found and Dave had been accosted by reporters dozens of times, wanting something else other than the story Dave gave them. It left him lonely, since no one wanted to be friends with the freak kid who survived the collapse with no reasonable explanation. It's why Dave said yes, when he was approached by two guys that were like him with powers of their own, to attend the Institute. And now he was here, his third year living here, since his mom wanted him gone as soon as possible. He had made friends, moving to football instead of Hockey, hating anything that had to do with the ice.

And it was there he met Kurt Hummel, a mutant with the power of cryokinesis or ice, the one thing he hated and his polar opposite. After finding a friend in Azimio Adams, someone who couldn't be burned by him or frozen by Kurt because of his rock solid skin, Dave picked on Kurt for a while until football season started and in Power Management class. It was one of the few classes he took seriously, wanting to not let his temper cause more fire than usual. Of course he had to share the class with Kurt and of course it was Kurt that would be neck and neck with him in that class. The Ice Queen was top 2 years in a row, but that was because in the second year, Dave found out that the top student in that class would have to teach newbies Power Management class, so he let the fashionable one win by a margin.

But of course, his source was wrong and he was still assigned with Kurt to take care of the newbies. So he arrived a bit earlier, analyzing the group they were working with, mostly middle school kids. He was about done when he saw Kurt walk in and approach him, calling him "Hamhock," one of Dave's least favorite insults (he was sensitive about his weight sometimes).

"Ice Queen," replied Dave with a bit of a grunt in his voice. "So, do you have any idea what the hell we're supposed to be doing today, or are these kids gonna be fucked up?"

Kurt just sort of glared at him. He tried to keep his body temperature at a normal level so the other kids in the room wouldn't feel a chill. He sighed. Of course Dave called him that. All of the jocks did. It wasn't as bad as Cold Bitch or Frigid Bitch. Both were a lot worse than Ice Queen. He was an ice queen anyways. He didn't mind it so much. It made him sound like he was at a level of superiority over them. He wasn't, but he didn't mind feeling like that. Kurt wasn't extremely conceited, but he liked to think he was above knuckle-dragging neanderthals who had mutant abilities. To Kurt, they really shouldn't have those powers. They misused them a lot of the times. Some of those who could walk through walls snuck out at night and ran off to buy alcohol. It was stupid really.

"No," said Kurt. "I don't. I'm sure Mrs. Higgins will tell us." Mrs. Higgins was the power-management teacher whose ability was one that most would think would be difficult to control, but she does really well. Her mood affects the weather. If she doesn't keep it intact, there might be a tornado or an earthquake. She was considerably the most dangerous teacher.

Kurt placed his head in his hand and made a few ice-crystals in his other palm, bored. He wasn't going to talk to Dave. Eventually the teacher came in and began to talk.

"It's a special class today," she said with a smile. "We have students David Karofsky and Kurt Hummel today to help tutor you all in power-management. Kurt, you take half of the class, and David you take the other. We're going outside!" Kurt looked at his half of the class, then to David. He stood up, rolling his eyes, and walked to his side. The class began their journey outside to the courtyard. He looked over at Dave for a moment, then back at his kids. Some of them were really young and other were about 15 or so. He was good at power-management, but he wasn't sure how great he would be at tutoring people to use their abilities, especially if they are really dangerous.

Mrs. Higgins took Dave and Kurt aside for a second, giving the two a warning.

"Alright you two, now I don't want any fighting from you. The purpose of this class is to teach the our new students, not to see who is better…got it?" She had pointed at the both of them, but looked at Dave a lot longer.

"Yes Mrs. Higgins," said Dave tiredly, "it won't happen again."

"Good, because the scorch marks and water damage from you two took at least a week to clean last time. Now go and help your underclassman."

Dave left the two and headed towards his group. "Alright, who has elemental powers in this group?" About two-thirds raised their hands. So two of them aren't…"Non-elementals, what are your powers?" A rather timid looking boy, probably would've been in 6th grade, spoke up first.

"U-uh I fly..." Dave nodded and turned to the girl who didn't raise her hand.

"And you?"

"I can shoot darts out of my hands." Alright, so a mobile power and an offensive power. They would have to be treated differently. Turning to the rest of the kids, he stood up and tried to address them seriously.

"Okay, those with an elemental power. Here's the deal, yours are easy to figure out what to do. You all have to figure out what emotion is greatly connected to your power and train to control that emotion. Like me for example." Dave instantly thought up of his town, how they shunned him for being the one to survive without explanation. It was one of his quick methods of getting angry. Sticking out his hand, Dave produced flames from his fingers, curling them to shape the flames into a ball. "The greater control over your emotions, the better control of your power. If you need any advice, come to me." Extinguishing it, Dave now gave his attention to the other two.

"Alright, what's your name fly boy?"

"Alexander…"

"And you girlie?"

"Jessica."

"Alright, same goes for you Alexander. From what I know about fliers, their ability to fly comes from that sense of freedom or need to escape that allows them to move. Can you get that feeling?" Dave looked at the kid, trying to give him a reassuring look. He quickly nodded his head and waited for Dave to finish with Jessica. "You…try and imagine the darts coming out of your hands. Use…" Dave quickly looked for a suitable target, "…use that tree of there as your target pole, 'kay? Remember, aim for that tree." Jessica nodded, holding her hands up at the tree and working on her power. Placing his hands on his waist, he looked around and saw everyone else concentrating, a few getting it and playing with their element for a little bit, one holding up some water in mid air for a five minutes before falling again. "I wonder how Kurt's group is doing…" muttered Dave to himself, as he took a gander at the cold teen working with his kids.

Kurt wasn't exactly teacher material, though often times, he could be patient if he wanted to be. He liked kids, and really wanted to help them. Though some times, he felt really tired teaching kids who didn't know their powers. It was just tedious. They really should already know how to use their powers. It wasn't that hard. Unless you had a bad childhood and a lot of rage or were very intimidated by your powers. Kurt had been intimidated by his powers for a long time. About the time he hit puberty, he freezed all things of water. He couldn't take a bath without freezing it solid around him. His dad had no idea what was going on until he heard about mutants. Then he married Carole whose son was also a mutant. They both went to this local institution where they learned to control their abilities. Now, Kurt loved his powers. He was one with the ice. His management over them was how he got to the top of his class.

As soon as Mrs. Higgins told them to not fight, Kurt nodded. Dave and him had a rivalry and a mutual disdain for each other. They fought a lot and sometimes it got a bit out of hand. But since Mrs. Higgins was watching them, they weren't going to. Kurt didn't need to get into anymore trouble, nor did Dave.

Kurt turned to his group. He smiled at them. "Hello, everyone," he said with a small smile. "Er… I guess you know my name, but I don't know everyone else's. Would you mind introducing yourselves?" There weren't that many of them.

"I'm Sarah," said the first little girl who was about 13.

"What is your power, Sarah?" asked Kurt gently.

"I teleport."

A few others after her stated their names and powers. John who could shoot lasers from his eyes (he wore special sunglasses to keep that from happening), Cassie who could use her voice to push things away, and Blake who could jump extremely high. They all looked rather young and flimsy, obviously still scared of their own abilities.

"Okay… well…" started Kurt, unsure how to teach kids who had different types of powers how to use them when he had his own type. "First, I will tell you need to feel your powers. You need to feel the energy inside of you." He reached out his palm and made it cover in ice. "I can feel the ice inside of me, and I can hone it. My emotions really affect how well I make the ice as well." He shot a few ice crystals out to the side. "What you need to know is that your abilities are in direct link to your emotions. I feel content right now, so my ice is just sort of weak." The ice melted off his hand. "Sarah, how about we start with you. Come up here."

The little girl walked towards him and stood in front of him. He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "You teleport, right? Well, you should be able to teleport wherever you can think of, right?" She shrugged.

"I'm not good at that…" she said softly.

"You will be," he reassured. "Now… close your eyes. Think really hard about teleporting to your room here at the institute. Imagine your soft bed… feel the carpet on your feet."

Sarah closed her eyes. She looked like she was really focusing. Then, pop! She was gone. Kurt smiled… though now she needed to get back. He bit his bottom lip and hope she made it there. He had no idea where she lived. Suddenly, the little girl was back and was beaming.

"It worked!" she exclaimed. Kurt smiled at her. "That was so cool! That was the first time I actually went to the place I wanted," she said. She hugged his waist and he patted her head. He looked at the rest of the group.

"Cassie! Why don't you give it a try?"

The other little girl walked up to him and looked at him shyly.

"I'm… not good with my power," she said softly, trying not to be loud. Kurt could barely hear her."

"Don't worry, sweetie. You will be." He smiled down at her and wished her the best. He looked to the other group for a moment, hoping that his group was progressing farther than Dave's.

Oh look, everything seems to be going well thought Dave while looking at Kurt's group. Mrs. Higgins said not to fight, and that lady was way more powerful than the two of them combined. So Dave was going to have to help his group control their powers better, at least for today and in front of Kurt. It was fortunate the the kids seemed to have at least enjoyed his display of his control, so it inspired them to try too. The kids with the elemental powers were interesting; one had control over wind, another with water and there was even another pyrokinetic among them. Though that one seemed to be reluctant in practicing his power.

"Hey kid, what's wrong?"

"My name isn't 'kid'. It's Jason."

"Well then Jason, what's wrong? Why aren't you practicing like the rest of the kids?"

"Because last time I tried it, there was almost a forest fire. I'll just lose control and everything will burn." Dave felt for Jason, he remembered the feeling.

"Don't worry Jason, I'm here. It's not just my fire I can control, it's others' too. So if it does go out of control, I'll just extinguish it, 'kay?"

"Alright..if you're sure." Jason gulped and closed his eyes, concentrating on conjuring up his flame. He opened his hand and slowly, flames started coming out of a look at Jason, Dave noticed that the kid was breathing deeply.

"Good job Jason! See, you can-" Jason started breathing faster, and his face contorted into a look of fear. The flame in his hands started getting stronger and higher.

"Jason, calm down." Dave lightly grabbed Jason's shoulders. "I'm here Jason, I'm here." The boy opened his teary eyes, but the flames were still going despite his loss of concentration. Dave hovered his hand over them, drawing the flames to his palm and extinguishing it. Looking around, he saw that all the other kids in his group were looking at the two, some amazed at Dave's ability, others apprehensive of Jason.

"Alright, get back to training. All of you." He gave them a stern glare, causing them to look away and focus on their powers.

"Jason take five, okay?" Jason nodded and sat down, hugging his knees and watching the others practice. Dave felt sorry for Jason. His power was connected to his fear, rather than anger like Dave. That meant that his power would only really be strong when he was feeling intense fear.

Kurt's group was seeming to get somewhere. Cassie managed to scream at him and push him a few feet away. He put a finger in his ear and moved it around because his ears were ringing. He just laughed a bit when she blushed. He clapped his hands together. "Well," he began, putting his other finger in his other ear and doing the same thing. "That was really good, Cassie. You just… need more restraint on it. Just like when you're talking. You can talk louder so other people can hear you… You just have to make sure it's not too loud. Also, if you get angry, your power becomes that much stronger. So make sure you keep that in check. How about you try talking a bit louder?"

Cassie looked at him. "Um… is this better?" she said a bit louder than how she normally talked.

"A bit louder," encouraged Kurt.

"Is this better?" she said louder, sound waves hitting his body, but they didn't hurt. He could just feel her speech. He nodded.

"Much," he said with a smile. He looked at the other kids.

"John, how about you give it a go?" asked Kurt, putting his hands on his knees and bending down towards the boy. He looked down, not wanting to meet Kurt's eyes.

"I can't," he said sadly.

"Yes you can, sweetie. Come on…"

"I CAN'T!" he yelled at Kurt, looking back up at Kurt, his teeth bared. Kurt just blinked and bit his bottom lip.

"Well… okay…. Blake? Would you be willing to go?" The other little boy stood up and walked forward. He was smiling. He seemed to be a pretty confident little boy. He stood next to Kurt.

"So you jump, right?" asked Kurt. Blake nodded. "Well, give it a go!" Blake began to hop around Kurt and eventually it shot high into the air about ten or so feet. Eventually he came back down to the ground, and the other kids began to clap a bit. So he was alright with controlling his ability. Maybe he would be one of these tutors someday.

"Good job!" said Kurt, giving the boy a high-five. He took another quick look back to Dave's group. He sighed. He was really hoping that his group was doing a lot better. He figured they were since Dave sucked… Alright, no he didn't. Kurt was really jealous of Dave. He was one of the only guys in the school that could really beat him in a fight. Kurt had prided himself on being very strong with his ability. But Dave was just stronger than him. It just made him kind of mad…. Also, the fact that they were bitter enemies didn't help.

Dave had noticed Kurt helping the kids, the bouncing one amusing Dave. He'd be a nice target practice… Looking at his cellphone, Dave saw that class was almost over, having helped the other kids individually making the time pass quickly.

"Okay guys! Stop what you're doing and get over here!" All the freshman did as they were told, some looking a bit grumpy since they had to stop having fun.

"Alright, time to see how far each of you got! First up, Alexander!" The boy moved to the front of the group, obviously nervous.

"All right Alex, remember; try and think of a time where you felt the most free." The boy nodded and concentrated. Soon enough the boy started floating in mid-air, even going up and hovering about 3 feet off the ground before falling into Dave's arms.

"Good job Alex! You'll be sky high soon enough! Alright…Jessica come on up!" The girl came skipping to the front of the group, a lot less nervous and a lot more excited than Alex.

"Okay, you know the drill. Shoot out darts and aim only-" Jessica didn't even wait, shooting darts out of her hands and missing only 3 of the 10 she sent out. "Good job Jessica, but next time actually wait until I give you your instructions."

"Dylan, come up!" An Asian tween, probably 12, walked up with a pair of headphones on. Dave remembered giving the kid a little lecture, until he realized listening to the music was what gave Dylan power. It must've been some upbeat song, because the tween started dancing to it with his eyes closed to ignore everybody else. It would've looked silly, but it was how his ability to control wind worked. The wind started flowing around Dylan, raising his hair and moving it in awesome ways until they both eventually stopped.

"Good job Dylan, and nice dancing. Layla!" The oldest among them, a 15 year old girl came up and gave Dave an annoyed look, taking a drink from her water bottle. He chose to ignore that look, though if the air around him went up a few degrees, he sure didn't notice.

"All right Layla, show us what you got." The girl sighed before flinging her bottle in the air and moving the water out of it. Her hydrokinesis was connected to her feeling of satisfaction. Ironically enough, she seemed to be the type to never really seem satisfied, so there was definitely going to have to be some work on her personality. She let slip a small smile though, and the water came toward her and formed into a little ball in her hand, before breaking up and again splashing all over her hand. Layla's annoyed look came back and she didn't wait for Dave to say anything before going back into the group.

"Ookay, good job Layla. Maybe try letting yourself look happy next time. Makeda and Malika!" A pair of twins finally walked up, nearly identical except for one having a small mole and the other not.

"Alright, I'll only start small, kay?" They nodded and held hands, concentrating on their bond together, the source of their power. Dave took the time to form a little fireball in his hand, nothing dangerous or that could cause any major damage by itself. He flicked it at the pair, hoping that they practiced enough. He needn't worry though. The fireball couldn't even touch them, the force field deflecting it back at Dave, who extinguished it in his palm.

"Good job you two! Remember to keep that bond, okay?" The two started giggling as if he said a joke.

"Of course Dave, you know how we do! Yeah Davey, we got this!" The twins moved back to the group and now there was only one kid left, and Dave wasn't sure if Jason was ready for this again, who stood hiding behind Layla.

"Jason, c'mere a second." The boy reluctantly left his hiding spot, and walked toward Dave, a nervous look on his face even worse then Alexander. Dave felt sympathy for the kid and set him aside for a second.

"Look, you don't have to do this if you want to. I'll explain to Mrs. Higgins everything…"

"No, it's okay. That'll just make things worst, I'd rather get this thing over with."

"Alright then, have at it. Just remember that I'm here, kay?" Jason nodded and walked to the space. He stood in the space, concentrating. His hand started emitting flames again, like last time. "Alright Jason, good. Think you can amp it up a little bit?" Jason's brow furrowed even more, but the flame stayed relatively the same, though it did get slightly brighter.

"That's alright Jason, you have next time, okay?" The boy looked slightly downhearted at how he was having trouble to truly start controlling his power. Dave placed a hand on Jason's shoulder, giving him a light squeeze and a reassuring smile. "You did good kid."

Kurt's kids had done really well, and he was proud of them. There was one who just didn't want to because he was so afraid. He eventually had to have a talk with John, the kid who wore sunglasses. He let the others practice while he sat down next to John.

"Are you sure you don't want to try?" he asked the boy hesitantly. He didn't want another outburst from him. That was a bit disheartening. John sighed and put his head in his hands and shook it. "I can't," he said sadly. "People get hurt when I use my power…" He looked to kurt. "My mom was in the hospital for a week… my best friend had to have a skin graph cause I burned off part of his arm with my lasers. I hate my power. Why can't I have a cool power like yours?"

Kurt smiled at him. "John… I had the same problems with my power. I nearly froze my step brother to death… I have to stay out of the sun during summer time because I get too hot, and I get really sick. I have to sit in a tub of ice. I have to stay indoors. It sucks!" He laughed a bit. "Trust me. I've had my share of accidents. But I embrace my power. I know how to use it. Eventually, you will learn how to use yours too." He patted John's back. "How about we practice a bit." Kurt stood up and helped John up. He backed away from the boy. He used his ice to make a target. "Okay. Now… you just need to hit it. Focus. Breathe. Find your center." Kurt backed away from the target and moved behind John. He placed both hands on the boy's shoulders. "You can do this. Slowly take off your glasses, focus on the target, and try not to do it too hard."

John nodded and slowly removed his sunglasses. He exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. The lazer was powerful and it pushed John and Kurt back. It demolished the ice target. John started freaking out as the lazer shot even farther. "I can't close my eyes!" He exclaimed.

"John! Breathe! You can close your eyes!" Exclaimed Kurt. John's laser slowly stopped and he slid his sunglasses back on. He was breathing hard. "You okay?" Said Kurt.

"Yeah.. fine…" He sighed. "I hope I'll get better someday…."

"You will. I promise." He smiled at john. The other kids returned back together, looking happy and energized. The class was over with for today and they wouldn't meet for a few days. Kurt smiled at his group. They all began to collectively come together as a class, Kurt and Dave eventually coming near each other. Kurt's sensitive skin felt the heat radiating off of the boy. Kurt looked up into the other's eyes for a moment and quickly looked away. He hated thinking that Dave was handsome… He was. Very. With golden/brown eyes… an intense gaze, and an amazing smile when he actually did smile. Kurt hated that. He was just Kurt's type and it pissed Kurt off even more.

The class began to walk back to the classroom, the two tutors walking next to each other, not saying a word.