A.N. First and foremost, I'm really sexy guys. I just wanted to throw that one out there. Secondly, this will be a seriously AU story. I'll try to keep a lot of original plot elements and of course I'll try my hardest to make everyone in character, but some things will be different. Well, you'll see. Also, feel free to tell me anything you'd like in the story, and I'll try to work it in c: I'll get more into pairings and stuff later, I just need to set everything up first. Happy reading~


Kurt groaned, breathing in deeply, stretching his arms out over his head. He had been so excited last night he couldn't even sleep. Now that morning finally came he wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. It was so warm and comfy.

He heard a soft knocking on his door from the other side.

"You up, Kurt?" He heard his dad call.

"Yes, Dad," Kurt called back, sitting up slowly. His eyes felt heavy with tiredness, and he rubbed them in a vain attempt to wake up. Why hadn't he felt this way last night, when he could actually of used the sleep?

"Try to, well, just try not to take forever. We almost missed it last time. And you never know, you might win." Kurt scoffed, and stood, stretching out more. He could hear his dad laughing from behind the door. "Just try to hurry kiddo," his dad said before hurrying off to presumably get ready himself. It was a big occasion after all.

Kurt walked to his closet, and gazed longingly at his amazing assortment of accessories. Sadly, none of them would be coming into play with his outfit today. The Lottery was only held once every year or two, he remembered once there was a three year break. It was always a black tie sort of event.

That's why he ignored all of, by his standards, his nicest clothes. Instead he reached to the way back, pulling one of the most boring black suits he had ever seen out. He glared at it, honestly not wanting anything to do with it. But, maybe if he pinned on one of hi- wait, no. Stop it. He mentally scolded himself.

He slipped on the boring thing unceremoniously, sighing. He would have to make sure his hair was flawless to make up for how boring his outfit was. Not that his hair wasn't always flawless. A quick glance to the mirror fixed to his closet door proved that last thought wrong.

His hair was sticking up at odd angles, a tell tale sign of his rough sleep last night. Why couldn't they of had the Lottery yesterday when his hair was looking absolutely amazing? And seriously, why so early in the morning? No one was going anywhere, Lottery days were practically holidays.

Everyone in the town got together, absolutely everyone. After much anticipation they'd finally announce the winners, always someone from somewhere far off that no one knew of or cared about. Never once had Kurt known any of the winners, which would probably be expected. The country was a very big place, and he had never been out of his town.

After the nameless whoever got called out, everyone would stay politely in each other's company until late in the night. No one worked on Lottery Day. They couldn't risk the chance of winning and missing it. Not like they'd have the ability to just 'miss' it.

Kurt let his mind wander from subject to subject as he tamed his unruly hair. It hadn't even taken him that long, his dad would be proud. Emerging from his room, he made the short trip down the hallway to meet his dad in their small kitchen.

He grimaced at seeing the exact same outfit he was in clad on his dad. He really couldn't stand looking identical to anyone, let alone the whole town. His dad smiled upon seeing him.

"Not too shabby, Son," Burt commented with an approving nod. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"I resent that."

"I figured you would," Burt said, wrapping an arm around Kurt. Kurt leaned into his father's warm embrace. Burt wasn't really the affectionate, touchy-feely type, so Kurt learned long ago to savor the rare moments when they came.

With a squeeze to his shoulder, the moment was gone as quick as it appeared. They headed to the door, town square their destination. The Lottery wouldn't start for another hour or so, but it was nice to get their early to socialize. Some families even got there five or so hours before the Lottery began.

They saw a few other families who lived in their apartment building on their way down to the ground floor. They mostly had pleasant smiles on their faces, wishing them a Happy Lottery Day. No one had even cut Kurt a dirty look, and that was saying something.

Not that all of his neighbors were ignorant, biased, hateful people, but a select few were. Burt called them old-fashioned. Kurt called them self righteous.

The air conditioned state of the apartment building was immediately missed upon stepping into the dry heat of outside. The sun beat down hotly, creating heat lines in the distance. Kurt stood close to Burt, unused to the sidewalks being so crowded. He was almost shoulder to shoulder with others, all heading to the center of town.

"Hey, Boo!" A familiar voice called. Kurt quickly turned on the spot, a smile plastered on his face. Mercedes, his best girl, was quickly weeding through the crowd to get to him. Her parents and little sister watched her go from behind. Kurt offered them a small wave, which they returned with a smile.

"Mercedes!" Kurt exclaimed, immediately linking arms with her. She took a moment to regain her breath before flashing him a dazzling smile. "Don't you look nice." She really did. Her long black hair was curled, framing her face. She had the lightest dusting of makeup on, giving her a natural looking glow.

"Mmmmhmmm, I should. You know Mister Rashad'll be all over this." Kurt smiled.

"Hmm, finally going to make your move? I told you, you two would be great together." Mercedes made a noise of affirmation. They kept on the herd of people until they spilled out into the large empty block, the Lottery stage already set up.

Everyone crowded around the stage, conversing lazily with one another. Atop the stage were large speakers, big and loud enough to fill the entire town with noise. At the set time they would announce the winners of the Lottery.

Just staring at the giant, black speakers gave Kurt a chill. He wondered if he would know the winners this year. Mercedes held his arm a little tighter when she realized what he was looking at.

"I always get so nervous right before they draw winners, I don't know why," Mercedes mused in his ear. "You just have a one in a million shot." Kurt nodded, his breath hitching ever so slightly.

Hello, thank you for attending Lottery Day. If you did not get your registry forms filled and turned in beforehand please see your local Lottery Agent, a cool, female voice emitted from the speakers. The voice echoed and rang throughout the town, although it wasn't painful, being so close. It was almost like her voice was inside of your head, instead of coming from the speakers.

Of course Kurt had registered for this months ago, as did everyone else in the town. Not registering, well, that was just unheard of. It was mere protocol to remind them of registry.

Kurt looked around at all the familiar faces, all the people he had known all his life. His eyes rested on his dad for a fraction of a second, who was happily chatting it up with a man Kurt had seen around the house several times. Apparently he worked with Burt, and had a daughter about Kurt's age. His dad used to try to hook them up a lot before, well.. Before he found out Kurt was gay.

"Kurt! I-I think they're starting!" Mercedes whispered harshly in his ear. He could feel her heart beating against his arm as she clutched it with a python-like grip. He had been staring off into the crowds absentmindedly, not paying much mind to the voice inside his head.

He tried to pay attention, but Mercedes kept rattling off in his ear.

"Kurt, what if, oh god what if they pick Anthony? I know it's far fetched but oh god what if I never get to be with him? Or what if them pick my dad? Would they pick a dentist? You know that's kind of an important job. Oh god, what if-" Mercedes's voice dropped to a low mumble as she too became transfixed in the voice almost in her head.

And the results are in. Thank you all for participating in the Lottery. Kurt stopped breathing, only faintly aware of Mercedes's painful grip. Our first winner, from Lima District, Kurt's heart stopped. Is Mister Kurt Hummel. His brain stopped.

Congratulations, the voice said, but all Kurt heard were the syllables. He couldn't make sense of anything. He felt light headed, sick to his stomach, he couldn't breath. He was faintly aware of Mercedes's grip slackening, the syllables of the other winner repeated in that cool voice in his head. There was only one thing he could focus on.

One in a million.