Notes

Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction and since English is not my first language, it is quite choppy. Feel free to let me know any mistakes you find. I am open to all sorts of criticism.

CHAPTER 1

The tall guy with the Mohawk was intently chewing a single piece of straw while leaning against the tree on the field. Muscles of his chin kept rippling with progression of the act. Blaine while perched up on the neighboring fence kept observing this immensely interesting action unfold. The guy was probably 6 feet tall quite muscular and looked like a delinquent with his wife beater, black leather vest, leather jeans, also black and boots. Why was Blaine watching this guy so intently? Blaine asked himself. Well, for one the guy was kind of hot, Blaine thought to himself. But again was not his type. Actually he didn't have anything better to do. He was new to this town named Lima. He had been travelling east for couple of months now and came across some player vagabonds who told him about this sleepy town downhill and that a tourney was underway here. But so far no one could give him any information about this tourney and some hours later Blaine found himself sitting on this fence and staring at Mohawk guy near the tree.

"What the hell do you think you are doing with those luft balloons?"

Blaine hadn't noticed a little girl probably around the age of ten had joined the Mohawk guy by the tree; couple of queer looking balls was floating around her in mid air.

"Well isn't it obvious Noah I'm here to practice" the girl snorted indignantly.

"Didn't mom tell you not to use luft balloons unless you have a better grasp of your charm?" Must be siblings Blaine Mused.

"That is the exact reason I have chosen this desolate place genius!"

"What's with the snark fest Becky?"

"Are you gonna rat me out to mom? Because If you are…."

Noah cut her short with a disinterested "whatever" and then there was a zipping sound with a cloud of sand and with that the guy was gone. "Noah you jerk! Come back here" the girl yelled but was soon over come with a bout of cough due to the floating sand particles. When the sand cloud subsided along with the coughing bout, the girl clasped both of her hands tightly outstretching them to one of the floating balls which had already scattered away and started shooting needles through her clasped hands. The ball disappeared with a whoosh sound. The girl kept aiming and striking the balls with her needles. Suddenly the girl started to swell up and the next thing Blaine knew was thousands of sharp needles were flying at his direction. But before they could reach him they were effectively burned down by a fire wall.

"Wow! Never seen an elemental charm before" uttered a wide eyed Becky, finally noticing Blaine.

Blaine hopped down from the fence and approached her.

"Some fine charm you got there little girl" he drawled.

"I am not a little girl, just need to practice my control." Blushed Becky. "So mister u new around here?" she added.

"Yes. Actually I am here for the tourney. Do you know where it is taking place?"

"You mean underground tourney? So you too wanna get beat up by Noah? Huh" Becky added with a smirk.

"Noah?"

"My brother. He is an idiot but also the undisputed champion"

"Oh! That we'll see" Smiled Blaine.

Becky gave him the address.

…

Blaine quickly dodged the swinging hammer fist of Dave Karofsky, which crushed the earth just next to him with an ominous rumble. Not to be deterred Karofsky threw his mountain kick at a quickly dodging Blaine effectively creating a crater in the ground. "Despite his freakishly large size this guy sure can move fast" Blaine mused. They were at it for almost an hour, Blaine dodging his opponents powerful body attacks by inches or millimeters, if not for his 'Fire Glide' he would have been squashed like an ant a long time ago. He was waiting for his opponent to get tired first to launch his attack. But clearly that plan was not working. Finally Blaine decided to take matters in his own hands. He needed to dictate the pace of the game or he would lose.

With a thundering roar Dave Karfosky jumped and launched himself to sky. He was going to finish this game with this attack and squash the pest. Blaine squinted to look up at the receding figure high up in the sky. He knew what was coming, the fearsome 'Body slam'. He smiled and braced himself for the attack. Karofsky was now dropping at a high velocity towards earth, towards Blaine, he had got this.

With an earth shattering boom the mountain of muscle smashed into the tourney arena encasing it in a smoke of sand clouds. The crowd cheered with a roar of applause, but Karofsky knew he had missed Blaine who had again dodged in the last minute.

"Look he has dodged again" someone cried from the crowd pointing at Blaine who had jumped above during dodging, through the haze of sand and dirt. Blaine swung his hands mid air to create the 'Ball of fire' the second hottest attack in his repertoire and threw it towards his still earth bound opponent. Karofsky wasn't fast enough to dodge it and the scorching ball of fire burned through his hypertrophied muscles, he cried out in agony. Then something hit him square in the jaw, something hot! Intensely hot! David hadn't felt anything like this before. It was like thousands of red hot needles piercing his flesh. His cry become muffled eyes gawked out in shearing pain… "Was I going to die?" was his last thought before passing out. Blaine stood near panting breathlessly and rubbing the knuckles of his right hand. 'Fist of Fire' always left him with an after burn, after all it was his hottest attack.

The winner is 'Blaine Anderson' the game coordinator announced amidst thundering applause of the crowd.

…

Noah Puckerman looked on from the sidelines as some medics struggled to take Dave, who was still passed out, out of the arena. Noah must admit this Blaine guy was strong. He hadn't seen any elementalist around here. Elemental charms are rare. Where did he come from? But again at the end of the day it didn't matter because this guy is going to be crushed by Noah. Noah Puckerman was the undisputed king of this battle arena. He had won this underground tourney three years in a row. Noah could easily travel and participate in one of those fancy competition tournaments like the King's Cup. There is sure a hell lot of money there but where's the thrill? With all the protective gears people had to wear there and the strange scoring system they might as well be kids only tournament. There were no risks no fear of getting hart. More over Noah needed to partner with some sort of looser to be in those tournaments, and he had enough douches in his life. He didn't need more. But here in the arena he felt alive. Yes it may be illegal, it may not have license of security from the 'Game Governing Body', but according to Noah this is what tourneys should be like…raw and real, where one can exert his charm to his fullest abilities, not the protective bubble of licensed tourneys.

Noah glanced at the competition roaster. Who was the next looser coming his way? Huh, lady Hummel? "It should be a cake walk" Noah muttered.

…..

Blaine was going to take some rest before his next match but then he saw the Mohawk guy walking in to the arena. So Blaine decided to watch this. He was curious. Blaine noticed the crowd clearly loved him by the amount of cheer he was drawing from them. Now Blaine saw Noah's opponent Kurt Hummel. 'Cute' was the first word that came to Blaine's mind. Kurt was quite tall with a slim but toned body like that of a dancer with long limbs. He was wearing a tight fitting peach dress shirt with equally tight fitted navy blue jeans which lovingly embraced his long but strong legs and a perky buttock like a second skin. A bright red scarf was fastened around his swan neck deliciously contrasting against the flawless alabaster skin. But the most striking feature was his eyes. They reminded him of the solitary mountain lake that reflects the deep blue of the sky and the tender green of the woods. Wow! Blaine didn't know he was capable of such cheesy thoughts. But one thing was clear in his brain, Blaine had to have him.

Noah smirked at his opponent. "Wanna get killed lady boy?" Kurt raised those almond shaped blue green gems to look at his opponent, a shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. For a moment Blaine thought those eyes flickered at his direction. A mild breeze blew tussling his curls, carrying a sweet scent and before he knew he was standing in a meadow covered with ruby red flowers. Kurt was standing at some distance under a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. A gentle breeze was playing with his chestnut hair and his long elfin fingers were dancing in the wind trying to capture the ivory petals of the flowers. "Hummel is using illusion" someone cried from afar making Blaine jump and the vision in front of him disappeared like images in a shattered mirror. He was again back to the arena. "Shut it Azimio!" hissed Kurt. Blaine glanced to his side to see the guy next to him being swallowed whole by a giant flower bud sprouting from ground. Did Kurt just do it? Blaine swallowed hard. Blaine hadn't noticed but apparently the competition arena had transformed again. This time it is hard brown earth covered with stout thorny vines and bushes of ominous looking black roses. Even the sky looked threateningly crowded with menacing black clouds. This could not have been illusion! This looked like all too real for that! Then what was it? Blaine hadn't seen anything like this before. He needed to observe this Kurt Hummel more closely.

Noah was charging forward with full speed creating his trademark dirt cloud but Kurt managed to dodge in the last moment with a graceful jump. It was like he was dancing. Kurt kept dodging all of Noah's speed attacks with dancer like grace and poise. It seemed his body had become lighter than the air, like a feather, a black feather. Blaine hadn't noticed until now but Kurt's clothes had turned black sometime during the battle. One other thing that caught Blaine's attention is that Kurt hadn't launched a single attack since the start of the match but somehow the transformed surface had been slowing Noah down. The vine seemed to grow bigger and the more and more thorn bushes started covering the surface as the battle dragged on. Blaine knew the fate of this match wouldn't be to Noah's liking.

Noah stood panting after the millionth failed attempt at attack. This is looking bad! When did lady Hummel become so strong? His usual dancing attacks are not these strong and what he is doing to the surface is no illusion, it is real. The cuts and lacerations all over Noah's legs were testament of this. Noah finally decided to use his final attack. There is no way Kurt will be able to dodge it! He is going to crush him.

The next few events of the fight happened in such a quick succession that Blaine couldn't properly decipher the chain of events. All he saw was Kurt doing fouettes in the centre of arena and creating shock waves, which rippled through the air, with each turn. Noah disappeared in a lightning bolt creating a sonic boom in its wake. There was a powerful clash in mid air creating a blast. After the smoke had gone down Blaine could make out Noah's defeated figure lying on the ground. Towering over him was Kurt wearing a sinister smirk and twirling a stem of black rose with his fingers. "He should regain consciousness within few hours. He is just sleeping anyways" Kurt informed the coordinator. His clothes were already changing back to their original state as was the arena.

Slowly people started to evacuate the arena.

No one noticed the solitary black raven perched up on the rooftop of a nearby building queerly observing the whole proceeding. Finally with a caw it set flight.

Notes

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