%(1) The Lion's Den
A/N: I AM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY WRITE THIS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND ASDFGHJKL
Also random title is random
K I'm done...
Kurt walked up to the front desk of the Venetian Hotel in Las Vegas, and said. "Can I book two suites for three nights?" He asked. "The ones with two king beds." He elaborated.
The receptionist looked a little confused because, looking at this kid, judging by the clothes he was wearing and the worn out sneakers—oh god they had bloodstains on them, too—he probably couldn't afford a normal hotel room, much less a suite. Or two.
"Ok... Under what name?" She asked cautiously.
"John Smith." Kurt said.
Ok, so this wasn't a joke, this kid was really booking a suite. "Um, the suites are 300 a night..." She warned. "Each."
He smirked, shaking his head. "It may not seem like it, but trust me that's not a problem..."
"Um... Ok..." She still looked unsure of herself. "Will that be cash or credit?"
He smirked. "Cash," he said, pulling out a small duffel bag, and grabbing 1800 dollars from it, paying them off in full.
"Oh," she said quietly. She quickly gave him the room numbers and keys. "Um, if you don't mind me asking..."
"Where'd I get the money from?" She twisted her mouth in confirmation. Kurt just grinned and shook his head lightly. "Lets just say, we took a risk, and ended up winning big..."
She laughed. "Texas Hold Em?"
He raised his eyebrows. "Sure... Why not." He smirked.
Kurt went to the casino area, looking for his friends. The first ones he found were Mike and Quinn at the Hold 'Em area. He looked over at Quinn who held up two cards, an A and J of diamonds. He looked at the 5 community cards. A, 5, J, 9, and another J. He rolled his head over to her and whispered, "So what do you really have?"
She laughed an whispers back, "Pocket 3s." He rolled his eyes. With Quinn, You could never really be sure what you were seeing, considering she could make you see whatever she wanted you to. Literally, she could manipulate light wavelengths and suddenly you could be seeing a unicorn riding a narwhale across the lobby. If she wanted you to, that is.
Everyone showed their cards, but before they did, Kurt caught a glimpse at Mike's. A Jack and a 6, which suddenly turned to a Jack and an Ace. Kurt glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. Mike shrugged. "It's not like I took anyone's card," he mumbled. "It was in the deck..." All Mike had to do was stop time and switch out his card for the A he needed, and bam. He had a winning hand.
Their opponents all groaned as Quinn and Mike split the pot. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Don't worry everybody, it's time for them to cash out anyways."
"You're such a party pooper," groaned Quinn, taking her chips.
"Yeah, we'll we've got a lot to do this week so there's that..." Kurt scolded.
Mike pouted. "You didn't tell Artie anything at the slot machines," he complained.
"What!?" Yelled Kurt. He turned around to see the boy in the wheelchair placing his hand on the machine—probably controlling it and making it make him win. His suspicions were confirmed when Artie cheered, signaling he'd just won. "Artie!" He yelled. The boy turned around when he heard his name, eyes widening when he saw Kurt. "Here. Now."
Artie scowled and rolled over to him.
"Ok, Now where the hell is everyone else?" He asked.
"I think they went to go get some gelato." Mike said.
"Yeah," Quinn confirmed. "Over by that food court place."
Kurt sighed. Leave it to his friends to go get Italian ice cream when they had a freaking heist to plan... "Ok let's go get them." He said and headed in that direction.
They passed the escalators and finally found Santana, Finn, Puck, and Rachel sitting at a table, each with a scoop of gelato, chatting it up and laughing with each other. "Guys!" Kurt scolded, walking up to them and crossing his arms. "We have a lot of planning to do, we can't have you all messing around!"
Santana rolled her eyes. "Chill out, Lady Hummel." She remarked. "We're just having a little fun, nothing wrong with that!"
Kurt glared at them. "It is when we're wanted fugitives!" He whispered fiercely. "And you all are off gambling and eating ice cream!"
"And you all are off gambling and eating ice cream," Rachel mimicked in perfect pitch and tone, then in her own voice added, "Listen to yourself. That's what you sound like, literally."
"Shut up, Rachel." He breathed.
"Shut up, Rachel."
He glared at her. "Stop that, you know it creeps me out!"
"Stop that, you know it creeps me out!"
Santana was practically dying of laughter. "This never stops being funny."
Finn nudged his girlfriend gently. "Ok, quit it Rach." Then added, "We're sorry, Kurt. Now come on everyone, lets go make ourselves at home."
"Shotgun sharing a bed with Finn!" Rachel called. Quinn rolled her eyes and Santana gagged.
Kurt sighed. "Ok, whatever. Then pick your roommates, I booked two rooms so four to a room."
"I have to be with Artie," Mike said. "He can get us free Pay Per View movies."
"I'll stay with Mike and Artie," Quinn stated. "I don't think I could handle being in the same room with those two," she jerked her head towards Finn and Rachel. "Knowing they'd be sharing a bed." Rachel scoffed.
"Dude, do you think you could hook it up with some XXX videos?" Puck asked. Artie just glared at him and shook his head. Puck shrugged.
Santana stood up. "No way in Hell am I haring a room with Frankenteen and Man Hands, knowing that there's a high chance they'll be getting it on!"
Kurt shrugged. "Sorry, Satan." He said. "Puck called it first."
The Latina scowled and accepted her fate.
Kurt checked his phone for the time. Sighing, he said. "We can all hang out in our rooms for a while, but at 9:30 sharp, we meet up in a room to discuss the plan and make sure everyone has their part of the plan down and memorized, deal?" He asked.
The rest of the gang nodded in agreement and chorally replied, "Deal."
Around 11, everyone finally calmed down enough to actually review the plan, because Mike and Artie had ordered 13 Going On 30 and wanted to finish watching it before starting, Quinn and Santana started arguing when the latter suggested they switch rooms, Rachel fell asleep in Finn's arms and he didn't have the heart to wake her, all while Puck kept trying to order porn off of Pay Per View, unsuccessfully.
"Can we please start now?" Kurt begged.
"Alright, alright," Santana grumbled. "Chill out, pretty pony."
He glared at her, then turned back to the group, only not taking the time to scold her because he knew they couldn't afford to waste any more time. Sighing, he laid out the blueprints for the Luxor that Artie had gotten off the Internet for him earlier. "Now, first things first—"
A loud thump interrupted him and he threw a glare in Mike and Santana's direction who had been messing around and knocked over a lamp.
"Hey!" Snapped Finn. "Let him talk or I will shut down the power for all your rooms!" He warned, and then let some electric sparks crackle on his fingers to show how serious he was. The rest of the group instantly silenced.
"Like I was saying..." Kurt started back up again. "We're not gonna make the same mistake we did back in Chicago, we're gonna have an alibi this time. which is where Quinn comes in," he turned to the blonde. "You and Rachel are gonna stay by the slots down in the casino and make sure everyone sees that we are down there."
Quinn scoffed. "Kurt, I am an ex-Cheerio," she argued. "So are you, and you know that Sylvester made us take self-defense classes, which means I should be out on the front lines, not back at base sitting in a chair."
"We've been through this, Quinn!" Kurt countered. "We cannot get caught."
"But—"
"Do you remember what happened the last time!?" He snapped. That shut her up pretty quick. "Now," he continued. "As per method of transportation, Mike—"
"Way ahead of you, dude." He nodded. "I have just enough juice to get us there and back..."
Kurt nodded graciously. "Santana, you're on watch on the main entrance while Artie shuts off the camera, make sure nobody sees him, k?" She nodded obediently.
"Puck, Finn, and I will walk into the jewelry exhibit where Puck will get the necklace while Finn and I watch guard."
"Wait," interrupted Santana. "Why do you get to be in the main room? I mean, nobody's stronger than me, I think I should be up for that position."
Kurt glared at her. "Because," he started. "If you're on the outskirts, you have the benefit of the doubt, and if something goes wrong, you all have the quickest getaway... If anyone has to die, we know it'll be me."
That seemed to keep her quiet.
"Ok," Finn started. "Meetings over," he announced. "You all can go to back to your rooms..."
He gave them a nod of dismissal and they all scattered back to their rooms.
Finn woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of glass bottles clattering around. He snapped up out of bed to see Kurt at the table, filling up a glass with what seemed like vodka. "Kurt..?" He asked cautiously. "What are you doing? We've got a big day tomorrow and you can't be hung over!" He scolded, getting up and heading over to his brother.
Kurt laughed. "Oh, please, Finn." He turned his face up to him. "I have discovered that I can't get drunk!" He downed another small glass. "Oh that burns," he muttered.
Finn raised an eyebrow. "How long did it take you to find that out?" He asked.
Kurt shrugged. "I dunno, about a bottle of scotch and half a bottle of jack?" He laughed bitterly. "I guess rapid cellular regeneration includes my brain and liver!"
Finn looked at him pitifully. "Why would you even want to try and get drunk?" He asked.
Kurt looked up at him in disbelief. "You can't be serious?" Finn just shook his head. "They don't take me seriously!" He admitted. "I'm supposed to be the leader here, but they don't listen to me, and I feel like the only one they take seriously is you... To them, I'm still that shy little dumpster diving boy from Lima, or still Kurt the Cheerio, Kurt the closet case." He shook his head sadly and poured himself another glass. "I'm never going to be a leader in their eyes."
"Hey!" Finn began, taking his little brother's shoulders and squaring them towards him. "You are strong. I've seen you go through things that no human being should ever have to go through. And if it weren't for you, then everyone on this mission with us would probably be captured or dead. And yeah, maybe they like to have a little fun, break the rules, but even if it doesn't seem like they take you seriously, you can be damn sure that they respect you, Kurt."
Kurt smiled up at him. "Thanks, Finn."
"Anytime." He grinned. "Now get some sleep because we've got a big day ahead!"
Once everyone had woken up, they all gathered in Kurt's room. "Alright," he started. "We're gonna leave, and as soon as we do, Quinn, you and Rachel know what to do." He nodded in their direction and the blonde twisted her mouth. "Hey," he looked at her. "I promise you next time we go on a mission, you're gonna get to kick a lot of ass."
She rolled her eyes playfully. "Well, when you put it that way."
"Alright," he nodded to Mike, who grabbed Finn and Kurt's shoulders, and from there held on to the rest of the group. Mike concentrated, scrunching his face up for a second, and suddenly they were at the Luxor, but everyone was completely still around them.
"Ok, get a move on, before time starts up again!" Kurt ordered, and the group rushed in the Titanic exhibit, Puck grabbing some fake boarding passes on the way an handing them out to the group in case they were asked for their tickets.
Time started up again and Santana and Mike stayed in that first room, keeping a watch out for any intrusions while Artie pressed his hand against the wall, closed his eyes and shut off the cameras. He gave Kurt, Finn, and Puck the "good to go" signal and the three boys kept into the exhibit until they got to the room with the jewelry.
They pretended to read the informative signs until finally, a woman left the room and it was emptied of all the tourists.
"Ok, quickly, Puck!" Finn ordered, rushing over to the entrance door, blocking anyone from coming in. Kurt ran over to the exit door, just in case anyone decided to come back.
Puck closed his eyes, concentrating hard, and pushed his hands straight through the glass. He smirked as he grabbed the necklace from its display and pulled it out.
Just as they were about to give the all clear signal and take off, they heard Mike and Santana yell out their code word for intruder. "Journey, Journey, Journey!" The three boys knew it must be serious because they didn't even wait to work it into a conversation.
"Ah, shit!" Cried Puck, stuffing the necklace into his pocket.
"Lets go!" Cried Kurt, opening the door to the next room and trying to guide his two friends through it.
But before they could get to an escape, a figure came from behind them and slammed the door shut with incredible speed. "Put it back," a boy with dark curly hair and hazel eyes ordered.
"I'd like to see you try and make us," challenged Kurt, smirking.
His smirk faded when the boy lifted his feet and hovered above the ground, then charged full speed right at Kurt who's fear was quickly rising. The boy grabbed him by the arms and lifted him up high into the air about 30 feet. "Put it back, leave, or I'll drop you!"
But just before he could actually follow through on his threats, the boy was hit with a big bolt of electricity right in the middle of his chest and was instantly knocked to the ground.
Kurt fell the distance and landed face down, but he quickly got up, any bruises, cuts, burns etc instantly healing. He stood there in shock, staring at the body and turned to his brother. "Finn!" He cried, running to the unconscious boy. "He's not breathing, oh god, he's severely burned. I think his neck is broken..."
"He was going to drop you! And turn us in!" Finn defended. "What else was I supposed to do!?"
"Let me fall, for one! He might have been bluffing, either way! Then make a quick getaway, you didn't have to kill him!"
Finn's stomach churned and he took a seat, burying his face in his hands and feeling queasy. "I didn't mean to hurt him," he whined.
Puck's eyes widened. "Uh, guys?" He said quietly.
Kurt ignored him and took Finn's hand, jerking him upwards until he was standing straight. "It's ok, Finn, I know you didn't mean to, but we still have to deal with the problem at hand. We have a dead body and we need to get rid of it asap, because the cops are probably already on their way."
"Guys!" Puck shouted
Kurt snapped his head around. "What!?" He yelled. Puck just pointed and nodded in the direction of the unconscious boy, and all three saw his chest rise and fall as the burns on his body healed incredibly fast. He rolled his head over to the side, and his neck snapped back in place. "Oh, my god." Whispered Kurt. "He's like me..."
"But–but," stammered Finn. "We saw him fly! We-we saw him die!"
"I've died, too, Finn, remember?" Kurt explained as he ran towards the boy.
"Kurt, be careful!" The tallest of the three warned.
"I'll be fine," he reassured and slowly took a step towards him. Kurt reached out to him when suddenly the boy sat up, gasped in surprise and grabbed Kurt by the wrist.
Everyone froze, too afraid of what the stranger might do if they moved. He panted for a few seconds before finally speaking. "So, which one of you—"
But before he could even finish his sentence, he and Kurt suddenly disappeared into thin air.
Finn's eyes widened. "Kurt!" He screamed. "Oh my god, Kurt! What the fuck just happened!?"
In the distance, Puck could hear sirens wailing. "Oh, crap!" He muttered. "Finn, we gotta go!"
"We can't leave him!"
Puck shook his head. "Do you think he'd want you to stick around and risk getting caught!? No! Especially after what happened in Chicago! Now grab my hand, and lets go!" Finn glanced around warily, not wanting to leave in case his brother showed back up. "I promise that we can come back and look for him but right now we gotta go!"
Finn finally gave in and grabbing Puck's hand, they walked through the wall straight outside, and found Mike, Santana, and Artie waiting for them.
"Where's Kurt?" Santana asked.
"No time to explain, San," Puck started. "The cops are trailing us, Mike, we gotta get outta here."
He nodded and obediently teleported them back to their room.
Everyone froze, too afraid of what the stranger might do if they moved. He panted for a few seconds before finally speaking. "So, which one of you—"
But when he finished his sentence, "can heal?" The two boys were suddenly somewhere else.
To be exact, they were on a ship. In the middle of the ocean.
Kurt's eyes widened in realization as he felt the cold air bite at his cheeks and smelled the salt in the air. They weren't in Vegas anymore.
He turned to the strange boy, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded, "Where the fuck are we!?"
A/N: that's it for chapter one! To be continued!
Ok, so if you're confused, Quinn is an illusionist (can change your perception/what you see), Puck can walk through solid objects, Mike is a master of time and space (he can travel through time/teleport/stop time), Rachel can mimic any sound she hears, Santana has super strength, Artie can control machines/technology, Finn produces bolts of electricity from his body, and Kurt regenerates (he can't get hurt ie he gets a cut it heals immediately).
Blaine's power will be revealed in the next chapter if you haven't figured it out already ;) oh and yes he is the "strange boy"