Authors Notes: Hey! So basically this is an Air Gear / Glee crossover. If you don't know what Air Gear is,
"Air Gear revolves around the life of Itsuki Minami "Ikki or Crow", also known as "Baby Face", "Lil (and Little) Crow", and his friends. The story follows their use of Air Treks, an in-universe invention derived from inline skates. Initial sections of the plot carries out the introduction of characters that eventually join Ikki. As the story progresses, it focuses on their roles as Storm Riders and their quest to be on the top of the Trophaeum Tower. The pinnacle that all Storm Riders hope to reach."
TLDR; It's an anime about kids riding motorized rollerblades and battling each other to see who "flies" first.
Basically? Edgy 8 year old anime/manga that is actually pretty inspiring and cool that I do recommend reading (as the anime was ditched).
If you do know what Air Gear is, awesome! You're officially on my "cool kids" list. Welcome to the club.
If you recognize me from the story "Safety Dance" which I ended up never updating, I'm really sorry. The characters became really OOC and I fell out of the original plot with no way to reverse, and I ended up scrapping it with no announcement. This story, however, I do have the plot down, majority of the characters down, and a basic idea of what I'm going to write. If you have any suggestions, however, feel free to leave them in the reviews and I will be sure to take them into consideration :)
This story is only generally following the main story line of both shows. I'm going to try to keep the characters generally in character, but there will be changes, and there will be betrayals and heartbreaks and successes and wins and all that good stuff too.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee nor Air Gear
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"Fuck… Burt we can't run anymore!"
"Elizabeth… Gazelle… why don't you come back with us so you can actually do something useful with your pathetic creation? I mean, honestly, falling in love with this human?"
…
"I'm sorry Burt… I love you."
"Liz!"
BANG
Cold sweat ran down his face. Pushing his bangs back from over his eyes, he glanced over at his bedside clock, the digital red numbers '6:30' lit brightly in the dark room. "Kurt! You up?" he heard being called from outside the room. Groaning and slowly pulling himself up he answered back, "Yeah dad, I'll be out in a second." Said boy took his place in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and glaring at his tired eyes in the mirror, his mind racing, 'The hell was that dream?… That… That wasn't me…' The back of his head throbbed in pain, bringing on a stronger glare at himself. Finishing up in the bathroom and starting to undress himself, he let out another sigh, "Well at least I have my new Marc Jacobs collection jacket. There's no way this year is going to be worse than last." Kurt slid on a black long sleeve, black skinny jeans, black boots, and his prized possession blue Marc Jacobs jacket. He threw a notebook in his leather satchel and was off, grabbing a piece of fruit and hugging his dad before leaving.
The drive to school wasn't too bad. A few familiar red jacket clad students whizzed by his truck on their new rollerblades… 'or were they air blades? Air rollers? Air… Air Treks!' Kurt glared at their backs, 'Just another tool going to be used to torment me… Fantastic' He snorted at the sarcastic thought, turning into the McKinley parking lot which was already filling in with students. He could see that the jocks had already taken off and stored their "Air Treks" away. Kurt grabbed his satchel and took a nervous step out of his truck door, hopping to simply be ignored by the other students, namely his bullies. "Yo! Hummel! You know the drill, fag!" Noah "Puck" Puckerman. Gaga how he hated that name. Several jocks cornered him against the wretched and awful smelling dumpster. 'Oh gosh… Not today… Not with these Air Treks and my Marc Jacobs jacket going on… How utterly surprising…'
"Making some new friends Kurt?"
He looked up, his fearful eyes looking at his Spanish teacher who was slowly walking by.
'Fantastic observation Schuester. Yes, it is obvious I am making new friends with the neanderthals that are about to throw me into the dumpster.'
Gosh how he so did not need this.
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'Incompetent… unfashionable… thugs…'
Kurt slammed his locker, 'I wish I could just leave.' He could feel a headache coming on as he made his way through the hallway. It was the second day of school and he already despised going to his classes. He glanced at the bulletin board hung up on the wall, seeing a new paper exclaiming "GLEE CLUB: NEW DIRECTIONS SIGN UP SHEET". His heart skipped a beat. A single name was written on it, 'Mercedes Jones' it read in a scripted font.
He heard a sneering 'Good luck' and is eyes snapped wide, looking around, 'What was that?'
