Title: Limitless

Author: DeppleICk

Category: Glee X Percy Jackson Crossover

Pairings: (Thus far…) TinaXMike, FinnXRachel

Summary: There are things about Kurt Hummel that no one might suspect; things that make him different, special…and a little terrifying. But when one of those secrets threatens his life and the lives of others will he accept the help that follows, or will he continue to deny his destiny.

Notes: Set mainly in glee-verse but will include more Percy Jackson characters later on.


Chapter One

Kurt Hummel waited until he heard the first bell ring before pulling himself out of the thankfully empty school dumpster. His peers might have been surprised at the careless ease in which he vaulted himself over the high rim of the dumpster, using just one arm and a casual jump to propel himself up and out, but with the bell the grounds outside of McKinley High School had emptied quickly and there was no one in near to watch his trick.

Spotting his brown satchel lying on the pavement a few feet away Kurt frowned and quickly rescued it. A few papers had spilled out and lay on the ground. Kurt gathered them quickly and thanked Gaga that the jocks hadn't bothered to go to the extra effort of demolishing them. He really didn't want to have to explain why he was carrying papers full of Latin around in his bag. And he especially didn't want to explain to his commander that he had lost his studies do to a couple of human bullies with more skull than brains.

With the papers back where they belonged, Kurt hurried across the deserted lawn and quickly took the steps up to the school entrance. He made it to his locker unmolested and deposited the Latin papers inside for safe keeping. With all the slushies flying around his bag was not a safe place for important papers. Retrieving the books he needed, he shut his locker and continued down to his first class. Sliding into a seat beside Artie and Tina he muttered a quick 'good morning' before pulling out his books. To Tina he wordlessly pushed a piece of paper with a list of ten songs or so. The day before, she had asked for his help in expanding her list of songs that were suitable to her alto voice. He had, of course, already made several such lists for each of the members of glee last year, not that anyone knew. She raised her eyebrows at him surprised at his promptness but neglected to say anything. Their math teacher, Mr. Ross, was a hard-ass who had no love for the fine arts or the kids who performed them.

No one said anything as the class filled. Ever since Tina had dumped Artie and hooked up with Mike Chang things had been awkward between the two and Kurt found himself stuck between two hormone-charged teens for an hour every school morning – not exactly his favorite thing to do. It might have been okay, too, if Mike wasn't also in the class. McKinley was a small school and the smarter kids were all clumped together in most classes. As this was an advanced math class there was no chance of them escaping each other. Thus, not only was the tension radiating between the ex's but Kurt also had to deal with an angst ridden Artie whenever Tina and Mike did anything coupley, which was often.

The second bell rang and Kurt was glad for an excuse to ignore the tension in the air. Mr. Ross stood up and began to pace in front of the class prattling on about their last quiz and how he had really hoped they would apply themselves more and that this class was going to be different than ones they took before. He was one of those annoying teachers that could never just stand still and teach and always took forever to warn them about what they would be doing when they could just be doing it.

Kurt hated teachers like that. One might not be able to tell by seeing him now but Kurt had a mild case of ADHD. When he was little it had been horrible in school. He could never sit still for ten minutes let alone six hours. He remembered squirming around in his seat, watching the clock and waiting for the sweet release of recess. Ever since he began attending summer camp three years ago, however, he had learned to control himself better and how to release his energy properly. That was part of the benefit of glee and the cheerios; he could work out his energy during school time without raising any eyebrows. It wasn't perfect by any means and Kurt still found himself watching the clock half the time and taking frequent trips to the bathroom just to stretch his legs.

Luckily, class today seemed to pass by quickly. In what seemed like no time at all math ended and Kurt was once again walking the hallways towards his locker. He smiled when he saw Mercedes standing a few lockers down from his own, digging for something.

"Good morning, Mercedes," he greeted, siding up to her. She gave a small jump, apparently distracted, before her face broke out into a wide grin. They really had seen too little of each other this summer.

"There you are white boy. I was looking for you this morning."

"Sorry, Mercedes, some Neanderthals caught me on my way in. Cheers to the first dumpster dive of the year." He gave a half little smile and a shrug and Mercedes face dropped.

"Oh, Boo," she crooned, putting a hand on his arm and looking at him in concern. One of the best things about Mercedes was her never-ending compassion for the people she cared about. She didn't have to fake sympathy; she gave you what she felt honestly.

Kurt put the smile back on his face and offered out his arm, allowing his favorite girl to link hers with his. She closed her locked and together they took off down the hall towards their next class.

The rest of the day passed quickly and soon it was it was over. Kurt was nearly prancing by the time he reached the choir room. It was a surprise, then, when he opened up the door to find the eleven members of his little family (Matt was gone and Mr. Shue didn't exactly count) already gathered – and, by the looks of it, already in a heated debate. He stepped into the classroom lightly, wondering what had set them off this time.

"Kurt!" snapped Rachel, turning on him. Oddly enough her ire didn't seem to be fixated on him for once, though her tone was heated.

"Can I help you, Rachel?" he asked, keeping his composure and raising a brow. The short female was already out of her seat and fuming, along with half of the glee club. Kurt noticed that Mercedes and Santana were looking about ready to make good on their old threats of ripping the small girl's hair out, while Finn stood awkwardly behind his girlfriend, a familiar deer-caught-in-headlights look plastered on his face.

"Kurt, can you please explain to Mr. Shue and the rest of the club why glee does not need another female lead! Surely, as a diva yourself, you can see that having another lead is detrimental to the fragile balance of our club! We have few enough solos as it is without adding another person trying to take away my – I mean, our solos!"

Rachel's desperate words made Kurt's eyebrows rise even higher and drew his attention to the girl unfamiliar girl standing in the middle of the commotion. It was no wonder that he had missed her. The Asian girl standing smack-dab in the middle of the room was even smaller than Rachel and possible three times better dressed. At his glance she quirked her lips at him and gave a small shrug of nonchalance.

"I guess this means we have Matt's replacement now," Kurt said, much to Rachel's fury.

"No we do not!" she said, actually stomping her foot in rage. She pointed her finger at the new girl. "She is not joining!"

"Oh, wow," Kurt said, as Rachel turned completely red. She looked ready to scream but luckily Mr. Shue finally stepped in, drawing her attention off of Kurt.

"Now, Rachel, that isn't for you to decide. I think the club has…"

As Mr. Shue began attempting to placate the furious girl, Kurt quickly side stepped around her and made for his customary seat beside Mercedes. Seeing as Mr. Shue seemed to be siding with them, the rest of the glee club retook their seats and watched Rachel desperately tried to plead her case to the growing apathy of the teacher. The new girl stood awkwardly in the center of the room until Santana rolled her eyes and beckoned the girl to sit down in a rare showing of kindness. She perched next to Brittany, looking even smaller sitting down.

"You know, Rachel's right about one thing, I really don't want any more competition for solos," Mercedes whispered to him, leaning in so no one would over hear.

"I agree," Kurt said quietly back. "But we needed another member and anyone who gets Rachel this nervous must be good. What's her name?"

"Sunshine. I think her last name is C something."

"Cute," Kurt said. Mercedes nodded her agreement but didn't say anything more as Rachel finally stopped talking, seeming to feel her failure, and took her seat reluctantly. Kurt found this an improvement from the storming out that would have undoubtedly happened last year.

"Okay, guys," Mr. Shue said, clapping his hands together for attention. "Now that that's settled. Sunshine, welcome to the team. You'll still need to audition but I think it is fairly sure that you're meant to be our twelfth member. Guys, since Sunshine's new to McKinley I want you to help her out. Make sure she doesn't have any trouble around school."

Kurt was sure every member of the original glee club knew that to be a plea to keep Sunshine from being slushied so she wouldn't be scared away. He doubted it would do much good. If the girl was really to be a member of glee then slushies were just something that she would have to learn to deal with.

"That being said," Mr. Shue continued. "I still want you guys to be keeping your eyes out for new members. We've got twelve now which is good but even one or two more voices could make us that much stronger. Think of Vocal Adrenaline. They have over twenty different members and each one brings something unique to their music. Think about it the next time you're walking down the hallways. If you know anyone you think might be interested try to get them to come in."

He stared at them all, trying to impress the power of his words on them and failing. All of them knew that anyone who was familiar the social structure of McKinley would rather date Jacob, that weird perverted reporter, than ruin their reputations by joining glee club.

"Anyway, I figured since this is just our first week of practice we could just use the time to sing whatever we feel, to get back in the swing of things. Sunshine, feel free to join in any time. Now, who'd like to go first…"


Sixty minutes later and the choir room slowly emptied as each glee member went their own ways. Kurt gathered up his satchel from his seat (no one remained seated very long once people started singing) and slung it on his shoulder, adjusting his gray sweater as he did so. He turned to find Finn being verbally berated by his still irate girlfriend and resisted rolling his eyes. Though Finn was no longer living in Kurt's house their parents had continued to see each other and so the boys were spending a lot of time together now that Kurt was back from camp.

"I need to get something from my locker, Finn. I'll meet you by the car," Kurt said, interrupting the growing domestic dispute quickly. Rachel shot him a glare, no doubt sore over his lack of support earlier, but Finn nodded swiftly.

"Three minutes, dude," he said.

Kurt did roll his eyes this time and made for the door, yelling over his shoulder, "Unless you suddenly find an ocean and learn how to surf in Ohio don't call me 'dude.'"

Finn's muttered response of "Whatever, man" was the last thing Kurt heard as he exited the classroom. They'd been having this conversation for weeks.

Kurt made his way to his locker keeping an open ear out for any jocks that may be left in the school. He reached his destination and entered his combination before opening the door. In his haste to get to his glee he hadn't bothered to deposit his last books back inside or grab the ones he would need for homework. Taking out what he needed, Kurt was about to close his locker door when the reflection on the mirror hanging there caught his eye. He froze, eyes locked onto the mirror where a second before Kurt could have sworn he had seen a pair of inhuman yellow eyes glaring at him from down the hall. He turned around quickly, feeling his adrenalin begin to run in preparation of a fight, but the hallway was deserted.

On high alert, Kurt closed his locker quietly and slipped one hand into his bag. His fingers found and closed around the small, bronze dagger hidden within. It was something he carried with him at all times at school. While not his weapon of choice, it was the only one small enough to hide in his person while at school. To anyone who happened to look in his bag, so long as they didn't actually touch it, the dagger appeared as a simple #2 pencil. Now Kurt kept his hand on the dagger as he cautiously took off down the hallway – heading in the direction danger rather than away from it.

Moving quickly but quietly, Kurt made it to the end of the hall, pausing a moment at the corner before poking his head around. Again, an empty hallway met his eyes. He scanned the doors but they were all closed. There were no sounds other than his own.

Kurt debated running a search through the school but knew his chances of finding whatever monster that belonged to those yellow eyes was slim without a trail to follow. And Finn was likely waiting for him by now. If he came back into the school looking for him and found the monster instead, well, it wouldn't be good.

He was just about to turn back when a loud crash accompanied by a muffled shout broke the silence. Thoughts of Finn fled as Kurt yanked out his dagger and sprinted down the hallway toward the source. The noise took him in the direction of the gym. He turned the last corner and immediately saw evidence of a fight. Several lockers on either side of the hall were busted, bent inward as if a large weight, or a body, had been thrown against them. The door to the boy's locker room hung half way off its hinges and was smeared with the golden blood of monsters. From in the locker room, the sounds of a fight in process reached Kurt's ears.

His training kicked in as he neared the scene and Kurt slowed to the stop outside the busted door, knowing better than to just barge in without knowing what he was facing. He tightened his grip on his dagger and quietly peered into the locker room. Even more lockers had been damaged here, and one of the benches had been split in two. Kurt barely noticed as he saw the two combatants.

The yellow eyed monster, an echidna [1] he now realized, was on the floor hissing terribly. Her green scales were cover in blood and the tip of her tail was nearly severed. A strange blonde boy stood a few feet away with his back to Kurt. In his hands he held a gleaming sword. As Kurt watched, the boy approached the defeated monster, hefted his sword, and delivered a final, death blow to the creature's heart. The echidna disappeared into dust leaving the conqueror standing the in the middle of the demolished locker room breathing hard.

Kurt could only watch, stunned, as the boy straightened up, body relaxing out it's fighting stance. His sword disappeared suddenly, appearing to have been sucked in by the green Nike sweat band he wore on his right wrist. Kurt thought he might have been rooted there forever in shock before suddenly his mind registered that the boy, whoever he was, was not going to stay in the scene of such destruction long.

Kurt stumbled away from the locker room as if stung. His feet carried him several meters backwards before his brain caught up and took control. He was running away from the locker room, away from the scene of the fight and the boy that had just shattered what little security Kurt had at school into a million little pieces.

Because with two demigods in one place, more monsters were sure to come.


[1]. Echidna (Eh-chihd-nuh) literally means she-viper. This monster has the face of a beautiful woman but the body of a snake. She also has green scales, fangs, a forked tongue, and reptilian eyes.

**Note: I'm having problems finding the Roman names, if they exist, for many monsters. If anyone knows a few or has a link to a good list I could really use it.**