Rating: This story is rated 'T' for adult themes. There will be some description of gore and violence. The rating may change to 'M' later on in the story for smut and violence.

Pairings: In an effort to keep some element of surprise to the story, I will not be explaining the pairings. I will list all of them that I intend to have in this story, but I will not explain whether it is friendship, a fling, or a developed relationship. Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Quinn, Kurt/Finn, Kurt/Puck, Quinn/Sam, Quinn/Finn, Quinn/Puck, Puck/Santana, Puck/Lauren, Santana/Brittany, Brittany/Artie, Artie/Tina, Tina/Mike, Finn/Rachel, Finn/Santana, Sam/Santana, Rachel/Puck, Blaine/Rachel, Blaine/Santana. These pairings are subject to change.

Summary: Shooting stars are supposed to grant wishes. Shooting stars aren't supposed to cripple you. Shooting stars aren't supposed to take something away. Shooting stars aren't supposed to fall out of the sky. Be careful what you wish for. Klaine. Other pairings inside.

Referred Song: Try listening to 'Airplanes' while listening to this story. It really manages to capture some of the essence.

Bring Me the Horizon

Part I: Adaptation

Humans are born with a survival instinct. When air is lost, a human will gasp for necessary oxygen. When food is scarce, humans turn to the hunt. And when disaster strikes, when critical abilities are lost, humans adapt. When a sense is lost, others grow stronger. And when lives are hanging on the line, humans have to rely on each other.

"You guys should totally come tonight."

Kurt stared around the room, looking from face to face to see the reactions to Blaine's words. He was no good at discerning emotions, but he was not blind to the looks of uncertainty, and concern pass around the room. Sure, the last time New Directions had met up with Blaine, almost all of them had gotten drunk, and seeing as everyone (except for Finn) knew of Kurt's feelings for the junior, they all knew that Blaine had hurt him pretty badly.

But that had been a teenage party, during alcohol awareness week, when the hostess felt like she had something to prove. That was a recipe for disaster. What Blaine was asking was to go and see a meteor shower, a once in a lifetime opportunity, according to the closeted geek, in the middle of nowheresville Ohio. It really couldn't get any more innocent than that. Of course, knowing the gleeks, they would probably figure out a way to pervert it, and sneak off into the woods to have sex. But Kurt was going for the meteors. Nothing else.

"Well you can definitely count on me being there." Kurt promised his friend. He saw Blaine far too little, for his taste. Since returning to Lima for the summer, he had seen Blaine less and less. Gas money was expensive after all, and while Blaine was nearly bursting with it, it was ridiculous to waste money of travelling to Lima every day, as Kurt had assured him. Of course, in the silence of his heart, the countertenor disagreed, but that was irrelevant.

Heaving a mock sigh, Mercedes, bless her heart, met Kurt's eyes, smiled, and spoke into the iPhone, resting atop the piano. "Well, if my boy will be there, then you'll have to count me in too. I can't hardly let any funny business go on, now can I?"

Kurt smiled at Mercedes, but rolled his eyes endearingly. However, Finn seemed to perk up, catching on to one particular phrase, resulting in a genuine eye roll from his step brother at his reaction.

"Wait, funny business? Well then I have to go too! I'm his brother!"

Kurt sighed dramatically. Finn had been his brother for all of seven months, and simply because he was taller than the blue eyed boy, he thought that he needed to be Kurt's protector. Well, okay, Finn was also a year older than Kurt. And several feet taller, and he had about one hundred pounds on the countertenor. But again, that was all irrelevant to the issue at hand.

"Fine. I'm not sure why you are under the impression that I need to be protected-it's just Blaine for GaGa's sake-but you are welcome to come." Kurt finally conceded, ignoring the pointed looks all the girls, even Lauren, were sending him. He did not need his heart protected. He wanted to give it to Blaine, he trusted Blaine to take care of it. And to give it to the older boy, he had to put it out there on the line. So what if it got a little bruised in the process? It would be totally worth it in the end, after all.

Puck snorted, from his chair, on the back riser, sitting next to an apathetic Lauren Zizes. How Puck even got the keys into the McKinley choir room was beyond Kurt. He really didn't want to know. Nor did he need to ask why they were all hanging out in said choir room, during their summer vacation. It was a New Directions thing. Something that he-thankfully-still understood.

"Dude, if you need to be protected, you're seriously going to trust the Big Friendly Giant to take care of you? You'd have more luck with chocolate thunder!"

Almost everyone in the room turned to glare at Puck, though Rachel was looking at him with a mix of curiosity and approval. Kurt however, was fixing the mohawked football player with his best death glare. "How many times must I tell you people not to call me dude?" He snapped cattily. "And I don't need to be protected!"

"You are familiar with Roald Dahl?" Rachel asked Puck interestedly. Everyone shot her looks, clearly questioning her sanity, but said nothing. "Oh, and of course, I would be happy to attend the meteor shower with you all. It is a rather romantic setting, is it not?"

No one missed the flirty tone, not even Blaine-Captain Obvious-who was on the other line. And to be perfectly honest, it made him a little uncomfortable. He wasn't entirely sure who the comment was directed to. He had thought that he made it clear that he was certainly gay, but Blaine was a bit of a flirt, to everyone, and Rachel was just a little too perceptive.

"Yeah, it kind of is." Mike admitted, clutching Tina's hand, and smiling sweetly at her. "Would you like to go Tina?" The pretty gothic girl smiled at her boyfriend, and nodded excitedly. She began chattering away with Rachel about what they were going to wear, and what they would be looking forward to. As Artie, Brittany, Santana and Sam all agreed to come, clearly intending for it to be a romantic pursuit, Kurt noticed the rather forlorn expression on Quinn's face.

He wished he could read and understand emotions better. He was excellent at mastering his own, but others' were foreign to him. He would have to be blind to misinterpret the disappointment on Quinn's face as anything but loneliness, but he didn't know who she was truly pining for. He would never truly understand the relationship dynamics of New Directions. He chose not to comment that the fact that they all claimed to be a family, yet the relationships were practically incest and Kurt sometimes wondered who was on crack during which days.

"You should come Q." Kurt told Quinn honestly, speaking over Puck, who was trying to convince a stubborn Lauren to attend the meteor shower with the rest of the group. "It'll be fun, and I haven't gotten a chance to catch up with you since summer started."

The blonde cheerleader shot him a sweet smile, and Kurt could have sworn that he saw some gratitude in her eyes, but he could never tell. "Well alright then." She agreed, her soft lilting voice carrying over to where Kurt was standing by the piano. Beaming brightly at his friend, he finally received a nod from Puck and Lauren. Picking up his phone, Kurt switched it from speaker phone, so he was the only one Blaine could hear.

"Blaine? Are you prepared to handle the utter anarchy that is New Directions? Because you'll be in for a wild ride.

Kurt would not fully appreciate, until later into the night, how true his foreshadowing words rang out.

"Wow."

Kurt stared up at the indigo sky in wonder, his starry eyed gaze following the trails of bright meteors shooting through the skies. He had always been fascinated with the stars up above. Not to actively pursue knowledge of them, like Wes and David apparently, but enough to appreciate the beauty of a meteor shower. And apparently, he wasn't the only one.

Wes and David, who had insisted upon tagging along with Blaine, were currently fretting over a scientific telescope, trying to get better views at the falling stars. It really was doing nothing to change Kurt's image of them being rather stuck up and boring, but hey, if they found astronomy to be fun entertainment, then to each their own. At least they were showing some semblance of relaxation, David more than Wes.

Off to the sides, on the grassy hill, sat the couples of New Directions, even Lauren and Puck were sitting together. Kurt couldn't help but wonder how Rachel had managed to worm herself into sitting on Finn's red picnic blanket with him, but that was one can of worms he was not eager to open. He was happy to see Mercedes and Quinn though, chatting happily, like the best friends they were. The three of them had slightly drifted over the past year, what with Quinn regaining her popularity, and Kurt transferring to Dalton, but Kurt was hoping to repair the friendship, and build it up to the former strength and glory. It was a truly beautiful thing.

But it seemed that he was surrounded by beauty tonight. From the stunning displays of natural fireworks in the sky, to the young man sitting next to him, Kurt hadn't felt quite so lucky in a long time. It was usually a feeling he associated solely with New Directions, but it seemed that tonight Blaine was privy to it. Blaine was a part of that feeling tonight.

Smiling up at the hazel eyed boy, Kurt whispered to him conspiratorially, "What did you wish for?" Snapping a mental picture of the adorable confused look Blaine directed his way, a smile played at the corner of Kurt's lips. "On the stars." He further clarified, intending to pry out an answer from the object of his affections, even if he had to use a crowbar to do so.

Blaine's triangular eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Kurt…these are meteors. They aren't actually going to grant wishes you know."

The tone in which he used to explain the concept to Kurt, instantly had the younger male's nerves bristling. He was getting really tired of the mentor façade. He had long ago learned that it was a mask, and at the moment, it only sufficed to place yet another barrier between Blaine and himself. It was-to be frank-annoying.

"Humph. If Hayley Williams can wish on airplanes, then we can certainly wish on shooting stars." Kurt huffed haughtily. He had long ago given up wishing for Blaine to ask him out, every day at eleven-eleven in the morning, or at night. For something as special as a shooting star, he decided to wish something a little less, shallow and fickle, and aim for a more introspective desire. One he knew he would never be granted, but voicing his hidden desire, even in the confines of his mind, was better than locking it away in his heart forever.

Smiling at Kurt with both his lips and eyes, Blaine teased Kurt lightly, jostling his shoulder as he did so. "Well if it's my wish, then I can't tell you silly! Don't you know that wishes don't come true if you tell someone?" His final statement was delivered in the same conspiratorial tone that Kurt had wielded earlier.

Rolling his glasz colored eyes, Kurt returned his attention to the skies, before frowning. Reaching up a delicate finger, he pointed at a particular meteor. "Isn't that one a little too close?" Blaine frowned, and his eyes followed where Kurt's finger was indicating.

"Well, meteors enter our atmosphere all the time." Blaine said, albeit a little uncomfortably. There was something incredibly unnerving about that particular meteor, which seemed to be looming closer and closer, at an alarming speed. "Besides, the chances of that one landing here are slim to none." However, despite his words of reassurance, he stood, and walked over to Wes and David, and began whispering to them in hushed tones. Just a moment later, Quinn replaced the Warbler, sitting down next to Kurt.

Noticing the worried expression on her face, Kurt arched a pale brown eyebrow, waiting for her to dish on what was making her so antsy. Biting her lip, Quinn glanced at the sky, before casting her wide-eyed brown gaze onto Kurt.

"Is it just me, or does that meteor look like it's coming straight for us?"

Kurt was about to reassure her that the meteor was indeed making its descent towards Earth, however it would not be landing near them. But a high pitched keening sound cut Kurt off, before he could fully form his sentence. And when he looked up at the sky, he saw the largest hunk of rock he had ever seen, hurtling directly towards them.

Unable to move, paralyzed by shock, he barely registered Quinn scrambling to her feet, and dragging him upwards with her. But as they had barely gotten to their feet, unbalanced and terrified, the meteor made contact with the ground, several miles away. The resounding crack that sounded, nearly deafened the teenagers, and the impact shook the earth, sending them flying through the air.

A moment later, Kurt felt several sickening cracks, before blacking out.

A/N: Thank you very much for taking the time to read this! This is my first Glee fanfiction on this site, and it's something I'm rather excited about. This will be a sci-fi/supernatural kind of story, but with all of your favorite characters, hopefully IC! I'd love to know what you think of the story thus far, so please leave a review telling me what you think, and what you'd like to see improved! The real action begins next chapter!