Okay, I got this idea after watching "Hancock" wich is a pretty badass movie ;)

this is totally AU, so I can pretty much do whatever I want (which is awesome) :P

I don't own Glee or any of the characters. All I own is a dog, an ipod, and my ideas.

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Kurt Hummel walked down the highway, ignoring the angry shouts and police sirens and distruction behind him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" a woman yelled at him from her car. He only glanced at her for a second, before turning his attention to the sky. The ground crushed into a small crater as he shot into the sky, soaring above the clouds at unkown speeds. Anyone who didn't know about him, would only think of the roaring noise as a jet plane flying above.

Anyone else going these speeds would have blury vision and their skin ripped of their face at the friction, but Kurt wasn't just anyone. He wasn't human, atleast that's what he thought. He was immortal. He had walked, or flown, this earth for decades. Never aging, never feeling pain, never knowing who he really was. He was incredibally strong and invensible. Bullets deflected off of his porcelin skin, things broke when struck against him.

Kurt didn't exactly know what he was. He woke up in a hospital in 1965. The doctors told him he had fractured his skull when he fell from a 5 story building in Los Angelis. He also had a severe bullet wound in the chest. How he had survived any of it, they weren't sure, but his wounds had healed. They tried to stick a needle into his arm, it was like trying to stabb a pencil into granite, the syringe shattered. All that he had in his pocket was a 20 dollar bill and two movie tickets to The Sound Of Music at the time.

The dirt and grass exploded into a cloud as Kurt crashed into the ground. He straightened himself and dusted off his clothes before entering the small trailer that sat on the hill. He shuffeled through the empty liquor bottles that spralled across the floor and collapsed onto the bed. He grabbed the remote off a box and flipped the TV on. It opened on to the News where, again, a group of people where talking about what he had destroyed today and needed to be more considerate and take responsiblity for his actions, and many other things he had heard before. Kurt rolled his eyes and tossed the remote at the screen, shattering the glass and knocking the television off the dresser with the force of the throw.

Kurt groaned as he sat up and picked the TV up with ease and set it back where it was. He grabbed another bottle of whiskey and pooped the cap off. He took a few swigs before grabbing a bag of popcorn and balancing it on the tips of his fingers. The bag started to inflate, the kernals poping rappidly from the heat radiating out of his fingers. He tore the bag open with his mouth and began eating the hot kernals between gulps of whiskey.

Kurt didn't care that people thought of him as a disgrace. He didn't care that he was alone with no one else like him. He didn't care that he was an alcholic and did more harm than good in New York City. People were lucky to have him. His police radar suddenly went off. It's fuzzy announcer surprising him.

"...Robbery in progress... Possible hostages... Armed and dangerous... 1st and 24th streets..."

Kurt sighed and stoood up, stretching his limbs before setting the bottle down and rocketing into the sky through the hole in his roof that he accidently made in a drunk crash a few weeks ago. There's always gotta be someone getting into trouble, Kurt thought, atleast I'm here to keep it under control.

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Not the Kurt you expected is it?

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