Title: Smile, You've Learned How To Fly
Characters/Pairings: Puckleberry, Miketana, Matt/Brittany, Artie/Tina, Quinn/Sam, Mercedes, Kurt, Blaine.
Summary: When the Glee Club starts noticing something odd is happening around them, feelings grow and people change.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own anything.
Author's Note: Read and Review :) Thanks for everything! I love you guys to Mars!
Chapter 1: I See Your True Colors…
"No, no, no, absolutely not," Santana Lopez chanted, staring at the sky as it started to rain. She threw her hands up in the air and screamed in frustration. She glared at the dark clouds and then back down at the concrete as drips started to slide down her skin.
The Latina growled, "Of course, it would pick today of all days to rain. The one time I ever walk to practice. Why don't you just stop!" She screamed at the offending raindrops.
And they did.
They paused mid-fall and stayed frozen in the area surrounding the Cheerio while she gazed up in wonder.
"Oh shoot."
Brittany Pierce looked at the clock in front of her in confusion, "I just don't understand…" She stood up and walked over to the fridge, pulling it open and frowning at the contents, "Lord Tubbington, what did I tell you about hiding your lawn gnomes in the refrigerator?"
She heard a faint meow and roller her eyes, but took out a soda and closed the fridge. The tall blond glared at the can as she realized she had no idea how to open it.
"I wish I was smart," She mused wistfully, putting her chin in her hand.
"Quantum materiae materietur marmota monax si marmota monax materiam possit materiari?" She suddenly spouted off before giggling, "My wish came true! I'm a smartie!"
"Could you be any more idiotic and moronic? I mean, seriously, who in their right mind would wash Prada with cold water?" Kurt Hummel muttered to himself in frustration as he held the ruined material in his hands.
The boy walked to his desk and scribbled a note on his planner, get new scarf.
Then, the room started spinning and Kurt found himself on the floor of his bedroom with a major headache. He sat up and put a hand to his temple; looking around in confusion.
"Finn," He called, "Come here for a second."
Said boy lumbered into his room, holding the scarf with a half frown marring his face, "What? I was doing laundry."
"Wait a minute—is that my scarf? Give me that before you do any more damage!" Kurt screeched, tugging the silky material towards him. Strangely, it was still the same quality it had been when he bought it. There were no wrinkles, tears, or discolored pieces of fabric. It was almost brand new.
Kurt looked up at Finn in horror, "What did you do? How did you fix it?"
The tall boy shook his head frantically, "I didn't do anything to it. Can you even break a scarf? I was just going to wash it for you with my clothes, but…" Noticing his stepbrothers reddening face and narrowed eyes, he turned on his heel and sprinted out of the room, leaving Kurt staring at the scarf in bewilderment.
"I think I just saw the future…"
Michael Chang glared at Matthew Rutherford as the Frisbee flew over his head and high into the sky. The other boy held his hands up in surrender and shrugged as he watched it soar. Mike turned with a sigh and sprinted after the disc, before jumping in the air and making a grab for it.
His fingers grasped it and he grinned, turning back towards his friend with a satisfied yell. Only to find that he was suspended in midair, still holding the Frisbee.
Mike looked down, "Uh oh."
Matt cringed as he realized how far the Frisbee was going to travel, but it soon turned to shock as he watched the Asian stretch and then jump over twenty feet into the air and stay there. He tilted his head to the side and his legs moved, taking him towards his friend. All he wanted in that moment was to be near the boy and suddenly, he was. One second he was on the other side of the park and the next, he was right under him, watching his friend in suspension. He grinned and gave Mike a thumbs up.
Tina Cohen-Chang held her hand up to Mercedes Jones for a high five and smiled as it was delivered. They sat back down on the couch with their bowl of popcorn to finish watching Jeopardy. Tina reached for her soda, but her hand caught on the table and she squealed.
"T, you okay?" Mercedes asked, looking at her in concern.
The Asian girl held up her hand and winced at the trail of blood dripping down her arm. As they watched, the blood vanished and the deep gash seemed to patch itself back together in a matter of seconds.
"Whoa."
Mercedes watched Tina's wound completely disappear with her mouth hanging open. She glanced between her friend and the previously bleeding cut in shock. Tina turned to her, "You saw that, right?"
She was about to reply when the television emitted a loud buzz from the game show and they both jumped, scattering their popcorn everywhere.
Holding a hand to her chest, she turned to the Asian girl, only to find her staring at her in horror.
"Mercedes? You're still next to me, aren't you?" She asked, her voice trembling.
Nodding, the dark girl replied, "Yeah, can't you see me?" with a teasing lilt in her voice, but Tina shook her head frantically, "No, I cant. You just vanished. It's like you're invisible…" Mercedes held her hand in front of her face, but found she could not see it.
"Well, this is new."
"Look, I don't have any more money. I'm like two cents off, can't you just let it go?" Sam Evans pleaded with the smirking attendant at the gas station. He just wanted his dang chips.
The attendant shook his head, "If I did that, every other person would demand the same. Plus, I don't support homosexuals. By the way, your roots need to be done."
The blond reached up to touch his hair, "I'm not gay! It's lemon juice! Just leave me alone!" He yelled in frustration, flinging his arms around. And the attendant stopped. Turning around, he promptly ignored Sam and went back to sorting the lottery tickets.
"Wait…what?" The blond started in confusion, "Was that me? Hey, you, dance in a circle!" He called and the attendant proceeded to spin around and do the robot in a circular pattern.
Sam looked at the dancing man, "Cool."
Quinn Fabray looked at the box of Fruit Loops sitting on the top of the fridge with a frown. Even on her tiptoes, she was a couple inches off. Snapping her fingers, she grabbed a chair and climbed on top of it, grabbing the cereal with a grin.
Suddenly, the chair wobbled and the box flew out of her hands. She stretched out her hands and it was encased in a purple bubble, suspended in the air. She tilted her head to the side, "What?"
Stepping off of the chair, she waved her hand through the bubble and stepped back in terror, "That's not supposed to happen…"
"If you even look at my girlfriend ever again, I will shove you so far into a dumpster, you wake up in China," Noah Puckerman said to the boy he had pinned against a brick wall. Finn Hudson glared at him, but nodded. The mohawked teen scowled and let the boy fall to the ground.
As he walked away, Finn called over his shoulder, "Just wait. She'll realize she's better than you and you will end up alone."
Puck clenched his fists and glared after him. He looked down and jumped back as he watched the flames sizzle around his hands. It appeared that he was on fire, but there was no pain and no burn marks.
"What the…?"
Artie Abrams glared at the computer screen in front of him and frantically pushed buttons on his controller.
"Left! I said left, you moron!" He shouted into his headphones as his partner in the game went right and blew up.
He sighed and threw his controller down with a grimace. Sometimes he wished he could just control technology. Suddenly, a code popped into his head and without his permission, his fingers started typing as the numbers flew through his mind.
A new screen popped up declaring him the "Ultimate Warrior," and he smiled before frowning and glancing at the monitor in shock, "Be careful what you wish for…"
Rachel Berry was not used to failing at things. So when her dance instructor told her that her tango needed work, she was determined to perfect it. Therefore, at five o clock in the morning, she was in her basement/dance studio doing warm-ups and practicing.
It was no surprise that after six hours of dancing, she got a little dizzy and miscalculated the distance to the wall. Taking a running start, she soon noticed that it was severely shorter than she had assumed. Covering her face with her hands, she prepared herself for the collision. But it never came.
She tentatively took her hands away and her mouth dropped as she took in her surroundings. It appeared she was now outside. Turning back to the wall, she touched it with her fingers, but they floated right through. She yanked her hand back in shock.
"How? What? Huh?" She whispered, her previous vocabulary escaping her.
Also, I don't know if I'm gonna kill anyone or not, but review and tell me who you don't want to die! Thanks, guys! :) I love you! Oh and if you want to see any specific friendships, review and tell me :)!