A/N: I know what you are thinking. KABG, you've got four stories going already, why start another? I couldn't resist this one. And I have another idea that I can't resist either so I may give you yet another new one. Taking on too much I know but with no life outside the computer, the only thing that keeps me from updating is my HP RP and procrastination. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, you would know because the name would change to the Klaine Show! xD

The bell rang at William McKinley Supernatural High School, signaling for all students to be in class. And yet, one particular boy was dashing down the hallway, late for the first time in his life. The large delicate white angel wings sprouting from his back were fluttering ever so slightly as he ran. Being an angel, surely he would be forgiven for being late. But it wasn't his fault. His Hovergator had refused to start that morning and he had been forced to physically fly to school, straining the muscles in his wings, the way a human being who was not normally a runner would strain their legs from running more than they were used to.

One might think it would be absurd for an angel to not be used to flying. But this angel, whose name was Kurt Hummel, was but an eighteen year old boy and he was not yet expected to make flight a part of his everyday life. He was not yet under the license of the working angel. That would come when he had graduated. And despite his dreams to go on college to hopefully make himself known in the world of angel fashion or angelic drama, success in that department would not excuse him from the duties that every graduated angel must face. But they would hopefully not get in the way. Start small and work their way up. That was how it was.

Skidding around a corner, Kurt found his classroom and slipped inside. First period English. He heaved a sigh of relief until his teacher gave him a rather disapproving look. But one look back at his teacher had all the anger melting from the woman's eyes. Angel power. Even if Kurt was not using it intentionally, it still seemed to work. And for the most part, Kurt tried not to use it intentionally. That was misuse of his powers. Or so he liked to think. This was probably not going to be the best of days.

On the opposite side of the school, though class had only begun, another angel, this one with black wings because he had been born to the fallen and as such lived the curse of a fallen angel, stared up at the clock in his math lesson. He was itching for that bell to ring. Every ringing of that bell would bring him one step closer to his beauty in white. This fallen angel was one Blaine Anderson, the boyfriend of Kurt. He had been worried when he had not seen him that morning before class, something completely unlike Kurt. He would have told him if he were to be missing school. But knowing Kurt, that boy would rather die than miss a day of classes. Not like he could actually do that. But it was a statement.

Blaine continued to stare at the clock.

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When the hours of after school finally came, it was seemingly the first moment that Blaine really had to speak with Kurt. This was due to the fact that the angel boy had been in some concerning meeting over the lunch period. But now, the fallen angel had entered the McKinley choir room to find his beauty in white sitting perched in a chair with his legs crossed and hands folded over them. His expression was unreadable but Blaine thought he looked rather exhausted. The boy with the black wings delicately took the seat beside his angel love.

"Hey," Blaine said gently. Kurt turned and looked at him, a delicate closed mouth smile lit across his face as his eyes rested easily on the other boy. "You okay? Look like you've had a rough day," Blaine went on. Kurt sighed and turned his eyes on his lap, trying to put things into words. He could only think of one thing to say.

"Probably because I have. Oh Blaine, please tell me I don't look unpresentable," Kurt said, turning his eyes back on his boyfriend. Blaine gently smiled. He ran a hand over the other's fair skinned cheek and Kurt leaned into the embrace, relishing in Blaine's touch. It was soothing. Blaine didn't even have to respond to him for Kurt to know that he thought he still looked good. But maybe that didn't count. Blaine always thought that Kurt looked good.

A sound like the knocking over of a chair caused them both to jump slightly. "Sorry," a voice muttered. Kurt turned and grinned in light of laughter as he watched his stepbrother Finn, who was a very attractive looking troll with the ability that his skin only turned green in light of anger, pick up the chair he had just knocked over and sit down heavily in it. "Don't you dare laugh angel boy," he told the other, though he was very close to laughing himself and Kurt merely shook his head.

"Once again Finn, you're long arms seem to prove that you are more of a klutz than usual," he said, stifling another giggle. Finn threw him a mock glare but knowing that his stepbrother was an angel, he found that it was severely difficult to actually be mad had him for real. One normal glance from Kurt and your heart filled with love, protection, care, and kindness, making it nearly impossible to lash out at the boy. Unless, you were a demon, or a devil, the natural enemy of the angel, the kind of being that David Karofsky had been. But after Karofsky had turned his demonic ways and made things up to Kurt the previous year for the way he had treated him – which he had been doing for reasons other than the fact that Kurt was an angel and he was a demon – his immortality had been stripped for defying demonic code. His whole family had been made human and he was forced to transfer from McKinley Supernatural.

"Okay guys! I've got in my hands our competition for regionals this year!" came the voice of the choir teacher, Mr. Schuester. All eyes turned to the warlock as he entered the room, a wide grin on his face. It was met with groans. "Oh come on guys! If we know what we're up against, we'll have a better chance at being the best that we can be," he said, enthusiastically. Kurt was still having trouble trying to understand how a man who had grown up in life as a warlock could be so positive and cheerful. From what he understood, such a living was a depressing life. Warlocks were the lower part of the magical chain, witches and wizards sitting pretty at the top. Than there were sorcerers and mages, and other things Kurt wasn't sure about but warlocks, were all the way at the bottom.

The room was quiet and Mr. Schue folded his arms across his chest. He glanced at his students, a group of misfits who could be a no more different mix of species. There was Kurt the angel, Blaine the fallen angel, Finn the troll, Puck the centaur, Brittany the fairy, Rachel the elf, Mike and Tina the vampires, Santana the witch, Sam the werewolf, Rory the leprechaun, Quinn the pixy, Artie the genie, and Mercedes the mage. Quite a mix of beings and some of them were even supposed to get along. At least he had no demons or devils. But if one wanted to join, Mr. Schue would not be able to say no, like the time the previous year when that demon Sue Sylvester had joined their club for a week.

Much to no one's surprise, it was Rachel who piped up first. "Mr. Schue," the elf sort of squeaked in her slightly higher and annoying voice. "I for one think that it might be a better use of our time for us not to know our competitors. If we don't know who we're up against, our spirits cannot be crushed by the fact looming over our heads that they may very well be brilliantly talented. And for that matter, we can keep our confidence in our own talent." Everyone looked at her and Kurt raised an eyebrow. For a moment, people thought Rachel had a point until she muttered an additive. "Not that there's very much in this group other than me."

"Rachel," Kurt said, his wings wrapping a bit naturally around his slender body as he leaned forward in his seat to look at the elf. She gave him a questioning look. "Has it ever occurred to you that when you insult the rest of us as having really no talent, that becomes a reason for us to lose our confidence too? If you really don't believe in the rest us, why don't you just go ahead and enter the competition alone because it sounds to me as though you're saying that Rachel Berry is New Directions and the rest of us are just kind of here."

It was clear by the look on Rachel's face that she hadn't thought anyone else had heard her. Her tan skin started to fade into the blue it became when she was angry or embarrassed or put in her place. Mood skin, some of the others called it. It was much the same effect as Finn with his skin turning green whenever he was angry. But Rachel's automatically changed to blue with any negative emotion she was feeling or if she particularly felt like promoting her elf pride. The pale blue was her natural skin color but as prideful of being an elf that she was, she preferred to blend in and persisted to keep a more human skin tone.

It was really no wonder that Finn was her boyfriend. As such, the now blue skinned Rachel turned and glared at the troll who raised his eyebrows at her. "You will do well to teach your brother not to smart mouth an elf." She glared at Kurt. Finn, for one, ended up replying with something that both caught Rachel off-guard and impressed Kurt for the angel hadn't known that he had even known it.

"Your magic or whatever you try to do won't work on him Rachel. He's an angel. Being the purest of creatures, he'll be unaffected by any taintful spell you can try to place on him," he said. Kurt was honestly very impressed, not just because he hadn't known that Finn actually knew that, but also because his stepbrother had chosen to stick up for him rather than take Rachel's side of the whole argument. Of which, Kurt thought there wasn't one. He stuck his nose in the air and turned a blind eye on Rachel.

Mr. Schue sighed and gave his head a shake. "Like or not Rachel, Kurt's being very truthful. Yes, we all know you're talented. But you're not the only one in this club who is and if you were, you'd be the only one to be here. You want everyone to be confident about winning, but that's kind of hard for them to do, when you're bringing them down all the time." Rachel frowned and looked away before turning back to Mr. Schue with a retort.

"That's saying something coming from someone who's so low on the magic food chain," she spat. A few of the others gasped and shook their heads at her and Mr. Schue raised his eyebrows.

"Thank you Rachel. You've just earned yourself a trip to the Principal's office," he said. Rachel scoffed, stood and started to stomp out the door. But not before Blaine seemed to have something to say.

"Besides, I don't know why you're bringing us down now Rachel. We managed to win sectionals without you." Several of the others nodded and Santana, though she, Brittany, and Mercedes had been in the school's other glee club at the time, glared daggers at Rachel as the elf scoffed again and marched right out the door.

Santana turned her attention on everyone else. "Someone want to tell me what's got her elfie panties all up in a bunch?" Kurt couldn't contain himself at the comment and he burst into giggles, nearly falling out of his chair. Kurt's laughter was apparently contagious for in the next few seconds, the whole room was doubling over in a giggle fit. By the time they had all settled down, everyone's sides were aching from laughing so bad. Mr. Schue just shook his head at them all and straightened his sheet music.

"Well, I suppose I should just call it a day for rehearsal today. I have to go see to Rachel in the Principal's office. But start thinking about what you want to do for regionals. Whatever it is, we will blow them all out of the water." He smiled at them all as they got up and started to leave the room.

Finn caught Kurt by the shoulder as they were heading out and Blaine stopped to look back. Kurt just nodded his head to tell him to go on and he would catch up. He looked up at Finn. "Hey, I saw what happened this morning. You know, how your Hovergator wouldn't start. I can give you a lift home if you want," he said. Kurt grinned gratefully and hoisted his shoulder bag higher on his shoulder.

"Thanks Finn, but Blaine and I have a coffee date. He'll drive me home after." Finn nodded in understanding and Kurt hugged him shortly, giving him another grin and walking out of the room to catch up with his fallen angel.

A/N: So, what did you all think? It's really not going to be any different than life really kind of is for the ND and stuff, except aspects and details are changed because they're all supernatural and mythological creatures. Should be fun to see where it goes huh? Please review! They keep me writing and reviews are food to an author's motivation!