Title: The Planets Aligned, Now Look What I Can Do
Summary: AU. After a once-in-a-life-time cosmic occurrence, the gleeks find themselves in possession of some new abilities.
Pairing: Rachel/Puck(main); Brittany/Santana; Kurt/Blaine; Mercedes/Sam; Artie/Quinn; Finn/TBA
Rating: M (for future chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any Glee characters – sad face.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy. It's a long haul sort of fic so hopefully you're willing to stick with me! Reviews are always appreciated.
Teaser:
Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez were relaxing by the Lopez family pool. As Santana bragged about how she had melted Shane Moro's sneakers to the ceiling yesterday she noticed that her friend's mind seemed to be somewhere else, which wasn't exceptionally unusual for the ditzy Cheerio, but along with the distracted look on her face there was also a twinge of apprehension.
Santana playfully threw a pita chip at the blonde, "What's going on in that head of yours, Britt?" The usually cheerful dancer frowned and looked up at the Latina. Brittany knew she wasn't the smartest person in the world. She hated that some of the kids in school called her stupid, but she understood why they thought that. Santana, however, was smart; she was one of the smartest people Brittany knew. So she figured someone as smart as Santana could help her make sense of what she experienced last night.
"Something's wrong with Rachel's dreams."
"What do you mean?"
"I went dream walking yesterday." Brittany didn't see the annoyed look that past across Santana's face. She had repeatedly told the girl that she didn't want her doing that anymore until Mr. Schuester researched it a bit more. "She was really scared. I could feel it, but I couldn't find her."
"That's just a nightmare, Britt."
Brittany shook her head, "It didn't feel like a nightmare." Pyrokinesis was awesome; Santana loved her ability, but it offered her no insight into the inner workings of the human dreamscape.
"How do nightmares feel?" the Latina asked. Brittany's eyes traveled up and to the right as she tried to determine how to best describe the sensation of traveling through another individual's bad dream.
"Dizzy. Like you just spun around really fast and you don't know which way is up or down. Rachel's dream felt heavy."
"Heavy?" Santana echoed.
"And slow," Brittany elaborated, "Like a memory." The cheerleader looked at her friend for answers.
"Sorry, Britt. I dunno what to tell you. It was probably just a nightmare. That's why you should wait until Schue looks into it. Wait till we know more about how it works."
"Do you think I should talk to Rachel about it?"
Santana shook her head side to side, she seriously doubted the diva would appreciate knowing that someone had trespassed on her dream world, even if that someone was the sweet but naïve Brittany S. Pierce.
The following Monday afternoon found Rachel having lunch in the choir room. She needed some peace and quiet to review for her AP Euro test next period. Just as she finished reading about the armistice in the Compiègne Forest the senior heard a light set of footsteps enter the room.
"Hi, Rachel." The 5'2" lightning bender looked up from her book and smiled at her teammate.
"Hello, Brittany." When the blonde didn't say anything immediately Rachel asked, "Is there something you wanted, Brittany?"
"Yes," she replied simply.
Rachel smirked, "Are you going to tell me?"
"I want to," Brittany explained, "but I don't want you to be mad."
Rachel dipped her head to the side, "Why would I be mad?"
"Because, Santana says that you would be."
Curious to hear what she had to say, Rachel did her best to convince the taller teen to confide in her, "Well, I'm sure Santana meant well, but I assure you, if you tell me something, I promise to keep my temper in check."
Brittany needed more persuading. "Promise? Even if it's something really bad?"
"Promise." Rachel closed her textbook and set it aside so that the empathy knew she had her undivided attention. "So, what is it you wanted to tell me?"
"What happened in the penthouse?" Rachel's eyes grew wide. Brittany wasn't supposed to know about that. No one was supposed to know about that. She must have misheard heard the question.
"Excuse me?"
"The one in New York? I went into your dream yesterday and I could hear you screaming and crying, but the door was locked. There aren't suppose to be locks; I just go where the dreamer is, but yesterday I couldn't get to you."
"You can't just go into my dreams, Brittany," Rachel snapped defensively, "those are private."
The teenager's lower lip protruded as she reminded Rachel of her promise.
"You said you wouldn't be mad." The lights in the room flickered on and off.
"I'm not mad, but you just can't go into my dreams. It's not right." Rachel quickly stuffed the schoolbook in her backpack and fisted the veggie sandwich that she no longer had any inclination of finishing.
"Now, I have to go." Just as she reached the doorway, Rachel turned and gave a cold warning to the girl, "Stay out of my head." The blonde was taken aback by the ice in her friend's voice. A wave of odium hit Brittany as she saw thin, flashing streaks of static dance across Rachel's large brown eyes before she turned around and walked away.
Chapter 1: The Beginning (Pt. 1 Puck, Rachel, Mike)
The alignment of the planets, it was a once-in-a-lifetime-event. That's what all the scientists were saying. According to the experts at NASA, it would be another millennia until Mercury, Venus, Mars, Earth, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune stack up perfectly behind the Sun. Sure, it was pretty neat to think about, all those big celestial bodies lined up, one right after the other, but it wasn't something the average high school student gave two shits about, especially since it didn't get them out of class. So the planets aligned, the astronomers got their hard-ons, and Noah "Puck" Puckerman got a B- on his English quiz. Yes, December 2nd was an ordinary day. December 3rd? Not so much.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BOOM!
Puck's alarm clock exploded into a thousand of tiny pieces; the eruption did more to wake the teenager up than the buzzing clock ever had. As bits of plastic flew across the room, Puck shot out of bed, confused as to why the cheap timepiece had gone all kamikaze on his ass. At first he thought that he had subconsciously hurled it across the room – it wouldn't have been the first time – but then he noticed that the chord was still plugged into the electrical socket next to his bed. Weird.
"Noah?" Ms. Puckerman banged on the door. "Noah, what was that noise? Are you alright?"
Puck rubbed his hand through his buzz cut, a nervous tick of his, "I'm fine, ma."
"What was that noise?" his mother demanded from across the door.
"Nothing!" he lied.
"Did you break your alarm clock again?"
"…"
"There's a snooze button for a reason, Noah." Mrs. Puckerman lectured.
"Okay, ma." It was too early in the morning to be arguing with the lunatic who gave birth to him.
"You can't just break things any time you feel like it," the reprimand continued. "That clock was expensive."
"I got it, ma. I gotta get ready for practice!"
Rachel Berry stared at the burnt, smoking remains of Dustin Sullivan. The charred carcass was sprawled out in the corner of the opulent bedroom of Mr. Sullivan's New York penthouse. The smell was horrid, a nauseating blend of putrid stench and saccharine. As the thick miasma from the deceased talent scout overwhelmed the petite brunette's senses she became sick over the gaudy satin sheets covering the king sized bed. Once her stomach was empty, Rachel took several shaky breaths. The undressed teen stared at her hands in horror.
It's time to try defying gravity!
Her ringtone jolted her out of her daze. As the chorus repeated Rachel searched around frantically trying to find the source. She managed to locate her iPhone under her rumpled black jeans on the floor before the call could go to voicemail.
"Hel…Hello?" She tried to keep her voice steady.
'"Rachel!" Kurt wailed, "Rachel where are you?"
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I lost track of time," she sounded strange, "I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Cooper's freaking out. The doorman says you didn't come home yesterday!"
"I'm sorry." She wanted to hand up the phone. "It was irresponsible of me." And she really wanted to get out of this room. "I'll be there right away."
"Your fathers called me! I had to lie to them!" Kurt cried. It had taken three month to convince his father to allow him to go to New York with his best friend and boyfriend to check out colleges. Burt finally gave in after Cooper Anderson, Blaine's older brother, called the man himself and gave him his word that he would look after the teens as if they were family. His dad would never trust him again if he found out Rachel had gone off on her own and spent the night only god knows where.
"Dammit, Kurt. I said I'd be there," she yelled loud enough for the other occupants in Cooper's apartment to hear. The Anderson brothers' brows furrowed in identical expressions of bewilderment.
"Why don't we let Rachel go so she can hail a cab?" Blaine suggested tactfully.
"Thank you, Blaine. I have to go now." The line when dead.
Tina's eyes were wide as cowered behind her bedpost.
"You're freaking out," Mike stated, by the sound of his voice, she wasn't the only one.
"Of course I'm freaking out!" Tina shrieked, "you just teleported into my room. Like legit teleported."
Tina Cohen-Chang had been in her bedroom trying to decide what shirt to where when an audible gust of wind caused her hair to fly into her face and some loose-leaf papers to scatter across the floor. When she turned around she was shocked to find her boyfriend standing in the middle of her bedroom in only a towel. She gave out an impressive yell. Thankfully, her parents were at temple. Had they been home her dad would have definitely sent away to some convent – her Jewish faith be damned – the minute he found a naked Mike Chang alone in a room with his only daughter, who was in nothing but in a black bra and matching panties.
"Yelling isn't helping," Mike told her.
"Well, I'm sorry, but that's how I sound when I find out my boyfriend is Nightcrawler!" Tina huffed.
The Asian teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Can you get me some pants?"
Next Chapter: Pt. II Quinn, Finn, Sam (and maybe more)