So here's the start of a new story. No guarantees when it will be finished. I have the first four chapters and a vague Idea over what's going to happen next. I am trying to post something from each of the new fandoms I've been writing. I have on average four more for each of the fandoms and I'm rewriting all of my old posts so don't expect anything in the way of updates for a while.
History's Future
Kurt Hummel sat straight up in bed, a scream choking his throat and a gasp painting his lips. He swallowed the scream back down before looking around. He was back in the Hummel house, the white walls of his room gleaming in the moonlight that came from the basement windows. He let his eyes shift around, looking for attackers before he climbed from his bed and quickly found the date. It was the day before Mr. Schuster would put his first signup sheets for New Directions.
Kurt breathed a deep surprised breath, ten years; they, or at least he, had come back ten years. They would have two whole years to keep everything from imploding. A half hour ago the Kurt Hummel that he was would have been in hysterics; inconsolable at the thought of how many people were counting on his decisions, how many people would have died. He was not that Kurt any longer. After everything that happened to them, everyone they had lost things didn't register the same way anymore.
Kurt didn't bother going back to bed despite the early hour. Until he knew who had made it back, which people he could trust in this world, he wouldn't sleep. Instead he made sure he was ready for the days to come.
First, he worked on maneuverability; although looking through his closet he marveled that he ever consented to wear most of this stuff. There was no place to hide weapons; most of it was stiff as a board with far too much decoration. There was no way to fight in half the clothes in his closet without some major alterations. After searching for almost a half an hour he settled on one of the few pairs of jeans he had with some give to them. They were unworn, a Christmas gift from his father last year, but they were the only pair he had that were loose enough for him to move in. Another twenty minutes and he found a shirt loose enough to fit a carefully stored arsenal but that wouldn't restrict his arms after he removed the extraneous decorative snaps and buttons.
Next he turned to weapons; it took nearly an hour of careful work to debone his corset and sharpen several long, curved splinters of the bone. Scarves, made into hasty holsters, secured the bones to his forearms in easy reach. Six three inch needles from his tailoring kit were threaded on either side of the outside seam of his jeans about four inches apart from each other just as the sun began to shine in his window. His alarm clock shattered the silence just as he was putting the finishing touch on his belt buckle, only close inspection would reveal the curled piano wire that could be turned into a garrote if needed.
Finally he was fully dressed, if feeling a bit naked without a gun, and ready to go to breakfast. Only his acting skills prevented him from making a fool of himself while he ate breakfast with his dad. Kurt hadn't seen the man for almost eight years, as he had died six months after their last meeting. Luckily he bought the story of trying a different style when he blinked in surprise at the sight of Kurt's clothes and his product-less hair.
Now the counter-tenor stood next to his truck staring at the school, letting himself hope that he wouldn't be alone. He was just stealing himself for walking to walking toward the school when a shout echoed across the suddenly still parking lot.
"Kurt" Finn's voice reverberated as the other teen practically flew across the pavement to wrap the shorter boy in an exuberant hug. When he was put down Kurt could see several groups of students had stopped to stare with wide eyes at the duo. Kurt looked up at his brother's open face and couldn't bring himself to scold him for breaking their cover so early and thoroughly. He noticed the boy had dressed in pretty much the same clothing as he always had. Kurt's well trained eyes could pick up from the teens movement that he wasn't armed, a fact that was probably increasing Finns jumpiness.
"It worked! I freaked my mom out because I hugged her for like twenty minutes this morning, I almost came over to make sure Burt was alright but I wasn't sure if you had come back and I didn't know how you would react to me just showing up and…" Finn babbled, unconsciously using the emotions around him to drive himself into a higher frenzy as he bounced from happiness to agitation and worry. Kurt touched his wrist to get his attention before his mood shifted again and he burst into tears. Finn eyes focused on him and he calmed some at the reassurance Kurt was radiating.
"Its fine, Finn, you did the right thing" Kurt said in a low voice; then he turned to look at the school, "shall we try to find the rest?"
Finn turned to look at the school as well, his eyes becoming unfocused for a moment, "The building isn't as dark as it was." He said with brows furrowed in confusion.
"That's because there isn't as much fear and hatred yet, remember." Kurt said gently. Finn smiled and nodded suddenly as his confusion lifted.
"Good to see you guys made it back." Another voice interrupted as a heavy, tanned arm draped itself over Kurt's shoulder, making sure to clasp Finn's arm briefly on the way down. The tiny darkened portion of Kurt that was made up of the fears he had to leave behind years ago lightened a bit, no matter what he wouldn't be alone; helpless in this time.
"So it would seem, Puck" Kurt responded quietly, all too aware of the now frozen classmates surrounding them. The tense set of his muscled relaxed a bit further when he saw the edge of a long length of chain, the only weapon that Puck needed, added as a belt to the boy's normal look. From the corner of his eye he could see Finn starting to get agitated from the emotions pressing in on him. "We need to find the others" He said decisively.
Neither boy answered but they moved forward, Kurt and Puck instinctively shifting so that Finn was situated between them protectively. The years that hadn't happened yet had changed them all irrevocably. For Finn, who had become an empath in the incident that had changed so many lives, it meant that the emotions around him in addition to a few other events had left him…less than stable. Until they could get the tall teen to his girls it would be up to Puck and Kurt to keep him focused.
A large path cut around them, especially once it was clear that the trio wasn't on the way to the dumpster. They made it into the hallway that held the choir room in record time. Kurt tilted his head, "You know, I can't remember which locker is mine." Puck snorted and Finn opened his mouth to respond when a small body pressed between them to wrap an arm around Finn.
"I'm sure Brittany can help us all with that in a bit." Rachel responded causing all three of them to jump slightly in surprise. Rachel, like Kurt, wasn't dressed a thing like she would have back in sophomore year. She was wearing what looked like a quickly altered pair of her father's pants and a tight tank top, over which she had tossed a sweater. Rachel was one of the few people that Kurt knew who never needed any sort of weapons. Her control was such that she could reduce anyone within a hundred yards of her unable to move because of the pain her mind could cause. She had chopped her hair, homage to everyone they lost.
Finn looked down with a wide beaming grin and pressed a chaste kiss on Rachel's mouth. "Rach, you can talk!" The tall boy chirped. Kurt and Puck shared a slight smile, no more than a twitch of the lips but that conveyed so much. Hearing Rachel's voice, her real voice not her mental one or the horrible scratchy words she could sometimes force out, was like a sign of everything going right.
"I can," the girl allowed, "it just takes a little more concentration to answer out loud. Kurt, Sam and Blaine both contacted me. They'll be in Lima sometime this afternoon" the pale boy nodded in agreement.
It had all started one day in August just before Kurt's senior year. All of New Directions except Lauren Zizes (who had quit once they lost nationals) plus Blaine and Matt (who had moved back to Lima for his senior year) went down to the mall intent on just relaxing. The mall had been crowded but no more than usual. They had been making their way to the food court, laughing and joking around, when the sudden appearance of a strange teen boy dressed in dark clothing caused them and several other people around them to falter. They would find out later that three other boys dressed in similar clothing moved at the same time to hem in the crowd. They found themselves squeezed in tightly together with the rest of the onlookers as the boy began to chant in a language that no one had been able to decipher. Strange black energy had crackled across the crowd who mostly thought this was some kind of show; a few near New Directions had even begun to laughingly mimic the boy. They weren't laughing for long when the four boys suddenly combusted when the energy came in contact with them spraying the crowd with internal organs and fluids. No one laughed as everything suddenly went dark.