Chapter 1

Ever since Kurt was a little kid, he knew he was different. Whenever he was upset or particularly frustrated, the room would go cold and frost would begin to cover the nearest surface. The only person when could ever calm him down was his mother Elizabeth, because she had the same power as Kurt, they could both freeze anything, living or not. She had been his favorite person in the world, and he had loved her more than anything. She had noticed his powers and told Burt, who was extremely accepting.

When Kurt turned eight years old, things began to change. His mother was diagnosed with lung cancer and was required to live in the hospital. She stayed in the hospital for many months until she died. After the funeral, standing by his father's side next to his mother's grave with tears streaming down his face he realized something, now the only person left to control his power was Kurt.

"Crap. Here we go again." Kurt muttered under his breath with a roll of his eyes. As he shrugged his shoulders he could already begin to feel the sticky slush burning in his eyes and slowly sliding its way down his pale face and neck and into his brand new button-down shirt.

Oh. Fantastic. He thought bitterly. Another Dolce and Gabbana ruined!

After checking to make sure another slushy wasn't going to accidentally find its way from some idiotic Neanderthals hand and into his face, he moodily stalked down the hallway to his locker. When he reached his locker, he fumbled with the old lock, trying to yank it open. As he finally got it open, he was slammed into the door of the locker next to his. He sank down to the floor and closed his eyes to regain control of his power. God did he wish he could just freeze those assholes and shatter their bodies to show them how he felt!

But then again, that might just draw a bit too much attention for my liking. But the idea was still there.

Kurt got up off the floor, grabbed his extra clothes from his still open locker, and proceeded to the upstairs girls' bathroom where one of the glee girls should be there to help him clean up. But when he looked inside, no one was there.

Of course no one was there. No one ever is when I need them to be.

Silently, he bent over the sink and began to rise the slushy out of his hair and off of his face. When he was done, he remembered that he had glee club today. He checked his phone, and only saw one message.

StarBerry(Rachel)- where are you? Also, we are competing against the Hipsters and the Warblers, I already checked out the Hipsters, but I need your help with the Warblers! Please!

Since he knew that she wouldn't take no for an answer, he replied with a quick 'sure' and began to make his way to his precious Navigator. As he started the car, his phone went off and sure enough there was a message from Rachel.

StarBerry(Rachel)-Be at my house in 5!

I wonder what she's so excited about.

Kurt-I'm coming, Rach.

When he finally arrived at Rachel's house, he pulled into the driveway and knocked on the front door. Rachel must have been standing right next to the door, because not two seconds after he knocked, the door opened, revealing Rachel in one of her hideous reindeer sweaters and clearly very happy about something.

Ugh. When is she going to get rid of those?

Kurt knew that she wouldn't be changing her style anytime soon, and it wasn't for lack of trying to persuade her on his part, so he just grinned at her and asked her what they were going to do about the Warblers. Kurt could tell just from the evil grin painted across Rachel's face that this was not going to be one of their usual search-the-internet things. Rachel suddenly grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs into her pink and gold star covered room.

"Sit down, Kurt!" she squealed excitedly as she went to pull something from her closet. Kurt sat down on her bed and looked around, not recognizing the garment bag she pulled out.

"So what's your stance on spying, Kurt?" she said evilly, opening the bag.

Oh. So that's what she was out getting yesterday.

Apparently Rachel had stolen one of Dalton Academy's uniforms so he could spy on them without them knowing.

"Very clever, Rachel. But none of them are going to know who I am, what do I tell them?"

"Just say that you're new and wanted to check out the Warblers!" Rachel exclaimed, very proud of herself for thinking the whole thing through.

Kurt thought it over for a minute, coming to the conclusion that if he wasn't going to get any solos for Sectionals, he might as well help the club by checking out the competition.

"Okay Rachel." He said tentatively, hoping that he wouldn't regret his decision later on. But then he thought when will I go? He mentioned this to Rachel and she said "Tomorrow during school, that way Burt won't suspect anything."

A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about how disappointed his dad would be if he found out. Kurt had always known that his strong emotions not only strengthened his power, but activated them, and he wasn't 100% sure that he could stop himself from frosting the room over. Rachel, sensing his worry and believing that it was because she mention going behind his fathers back, quickly backtracked, not noticing the drop in temperature around Kurt, and began to thank him profusely for helping her, which is extremely rare.

"Oh my gosh Kurt thank you so much for helping me! I promise that once we figure out what we're up against, those Warblers are going down!"

This made him feel a little bit better, but he still felt that chill in the back of his neck that meant his powers were active.

When he had decided that Rachel had rambled on long enough, he said "Calm down, Rach! I'm not going to back out. I said I would do it, remember?"

This seemed to satisfy Rachel, so she dropped the subject. As they began to talk about Sectionals for a while Kurt's power dulled and faded into nothing, until he glanced at the clock and saw that it was time for him to go home and cook dinner. Feeling his power reactivate at his nervousness of being late, he quickly said goodbye to Rachel and told her that he would text her later.

When he got home, he placed the Warbler's uniform in the back of his closet for the next day and went downstairs. To his surprise, his father was already home and had a box of pizza lying on the dining room table. While he was glad to see his father, he wasn't happy with his food choice.

"Really dad? The doctor said that you needed a healthy diet after your heart attack, and you bring home pizza?!" He was so worried about losing his father, and did everything he could to keep him from getting another heart attack, but Burt didn't really seem to care. Kurt hadn't realized how emotional and out of control he was getting until he saw the ice forming around the room.

"Calm down, kiddo." Burt soothed he watched his son start to lose control. He understood that kurt had no control over himself, but was worried about the kind of damage he could do if he unleashed all of his power. When all of the ice had disappeared from the dining room, he brought Kurt into the living room and sat him down upon the sofa.

"Son, you okay?" his father questioned.

"Yeah, I'm fine dad. Just a little stressed from school work." Kurt felt a little bad for lying to his dad, but he didn't want to upset him. Even with all of the bullying and his powers going out of control, even though his father knew he had powers, he didn't want to add any more stress to his father's life.

"You sure, kid? You've been looking a little off lately."

"I'm sure dad; I'm gonna go do my homework now."

"Okay son, good luck."

Kurt ran upstairs to his room, laid down on his bed and began to cry frozen tears. For himself, for his loss of control, for his father's heart, and for his mother dying and leaving him to deal with his power all on his own.

All I can do is hope that tomorrow will be better.

And with that final thought, he fell asleep, still dressed in his school clothes.