A/N: Hello to all the people on this earth who read my fic! I'm Priscilla and i present to you a story that is mine...yet was inspired by a certain author of a fic called "Keepers of Time". You may know her as Imaweirdkid. Anyways...this fic has alot of things to take in and I've barely written the first chapter. This is in fact my first supernatural type of fanfiction and only my third story so fingers crossed. So anouncements!

1) if you are reading my story OF Bows and Kurtsies, i apologize once again for prolonging the updates. It's just that stupid writer's block! I shall finish it tonight and you should all keep your eyes open for an update sometime this weekend

2) i would appreciate it if someone can be my beta reader for this fic, because honestly sometimes i dont even know what im doing with the story.

3) I dont own GLEE RIB does. :) and here we go!

PROLOGUE

Blaine slowly quickened his pace. He's going back. Back to where it all started. Lima, Ohio.

"Blaine," Wes called out. He turned around to meet the twinkling eyes of Wes and David. "Welcome back." He smiled.

Kurt P.O.V.

Slam! Welcome. Another scar on my back thanks to one David Karofsky. I get back up to my feet with a slight wobble. I became a little disoriented after my head slammed against the locker. What did the guys want me to do again? Oh yeah! They wanted me to spy on Dalton Academy's glee club, the Warblers.

Where have a heard that name before. Wait a minute…could there be such things as prophetic dreams? Because I could've sworn that I heard that name in a dream last night. No Kurt, that's just silly. There's no such thing. But…why did I dream the strangest thing?

Walking through the glistening and pristine corridors of a palace, I think of it as a sanctuary, but not quite. Belonging to a cult maybe, yet the complete opposite. "Kurt" an eerie voice whispers from behind me. I catch a glimpse of a passing shadow. Fast, yet seeable. "Kurt…" It whispers again behind my ear and in a sudden and quick movement, I'm pinned up against the wall. "Blaine" I choke out suddenly and automatically, my heart racing, my mind erratic. It whispers cynically and I can feel a shiver crawling up my spine. "No Blaine can save you now." The terrifying voice hisses. I feel my body going numb as I feel cold air breathing against my neck. Coal black eyes stare at me now and I can see my own reflection, but also prey in its eyes. As I stare in the cold eyes of my sudden predator, I can see all the deaths, murders, pain, and anguish in that quick little glance. A cold rough hand slithers up to my face and makes me, once again, stare into those evil midnight black ones. My crystal clear blue ones that show complete innocence juxtaposing with those deep black ones that show nothing but complete malevolence. I try to squirm out of its cold and rough grasp, but to no avail, it's firm and doesn't plan on releasing me. His hands, my shackles, and I am the prisoner of this deathly and sinister ending of my life. As it stares directly into my eyes I can feel this tingling sensation. Like something is trying to rip out my soul. It speaks saying in a sort of chant," You know not what I have in store, but listen closely and I shall reward you with more. Heavy as a gasp, quick as a wink, you are currently the passage and their only link. But you will be ours one day, for only a mind-erase away. Memories are nothing but a fickle thing, but when I'm done with you, our shining treasure brought back- a halo, a wing. Worry and fret not little angel of destiny, for when you awake in nothing more than a century- you will be ours only and help in our path. For any petty Warbler who gets in my way will feel my wrath. So, close your eyes, you will awaken to a new day, your previous life as a fallen angel diminished away. When time has come for you to do your part, the glimpse and flash of a past life will soon restart." I feel the tingling… increasing, intensifying by the second. A wave of pain passes through and its over. I now stare over my body motionless and dead, eyes cold and hard as stone. Then I hear a gasp and those cold, blue, empty eyes are suddenly awakened with a new color. Coal black. I -my body- stands up slowly and looks at me. I look down and I'm pale white, no color on me as if I'm a ghost. Or…am a ghost. I stare at myself and it speaks with that same hissing voice," I'm coming for you Kurt, I'm coming…" It reaches out for me with MY hands and, as if I'm the light, the light switch turns off. And everything is black.

I shake my head to get rid of that horrid nightmare. It is the single most terrifying thing my mind has ever conjured up in my entire life.

Wait! I did hear Warbler…but all this just seems like a jumbled mess. This is really starting to confuse me. Warblers? Fallen angels? Prophecies? And who the heck is Blaine? The dream looked like another one of those random supernatural movies.

But why did it look so real, almost as if it was a hazy memory or something? No Kurt! Don't think like that. Just go to Dalton and spy like you were told! Fallen angels..pfft. How did my mind make up something as silly and absurd as that?

Blaine P.O.V

Bang! Wes hit his gavel with a satisfying sound that echoed the Warbler room. You'd think using that thing for centuries would eventually bore and wear off excitement. Nope! Not with Wes. I, however, am so annoyed that the gavel is getting on my last nerves. So much, that I'd rather it burn in hell.

Hey! Don't bash Bangy! Need I not remind you that it's the one thing that keeps the peace when we are in chaos. Wes thought towards me. That damn telepathy. I understand that we all have those special attributes, but does Wes really need them?

Yes, because like we don't have enough chaos already. And Bangy? Really Wes? You named your gavel? I thought with an incredulous look on my face. Wes can be out there sometimes but really? Bangy?

Blaine, you should know that this is just a result of my never-ending pain, boredom, and loneliness. This is how I cope. By thinking that I can name my gavel and its there to listen. Okay? I know it's idiotic, but life, or existence, in our place is very lonesome. And when you're here long enough, you suddenly realize how bad things really are. I guess HE wasn't kidding when he said we were going to face the destruction we caused. Don't you see that? The reason why we are mourning so and upset and angry is our fault. Well, it's also THEIR fault, but we also have a role that was played in this. Wes was silent for a oment and he continued And don't you pretend like you are okay, because reality is…you're not. You're alone too but you just don't want to admit ever since he.."

I shut him out. Those words cut deep and he knew it. "I call this meeting to order." Wes started with that superiority in his voice like he does at EVERY council meeting since the beginning of time.

"First order of business. We welcome back Blaine Anderson from his trip to Europe-" Jeff cut in and asked jokingly," We hope you didn't fly into any trouble."

"Jeff, you of all people know I can't fly, WE can't fly for that matter…" I said with a cocked eyebrow. "But no, I did not run into any trouble whatsoever. I was merely gone for nothing less than a month. As you know, chaos takes centuries to unfold-"

"-Which is exactly why we're asking Blaine." David cut in," Time is growing near, they're going stronger, and it's almost time for the lost one to return."

The Lost One…I couldn't help but sigh at that. When he returns, will he remember all this? Will he remember his place, his destiny? Will he remember us "Warblers"? Will he remember…me? I shake the thought out of my head. No Blaine! No! That has been over a century ago. Now, he's only a lost soul –for now- Wes! Stop with the telepathy already! I hissed silently towards him. But I couldn't exactly be angry with him. Even he looked sorrowful at this topic of discussion.

"SO…"David continued feeling a tense presence in the air. "Blaine, did you retrieve the scroll?"

"Yes, David. It wasn't that difficult to locate. Apparently it was located in Catalonia, Spain, a vicinity where fallen angels have been found. Some people think it's fake, but others…not so much." I finish with a chuckle, remembering the crazy lunatics I came across. Either they believed heavily in religion and convinced it was a sign…What?... or they're just plain paranoid of the supernatural. HA! Those were the funny ones! I reached into my satchel and took out the scroll.

"Blaine? Would you like to do the honor in reading the prophecy?" asked Thad. I did no more and started,"

Evil, Plagues, Rages and War

The force of two kinds

GOD who was tired of anymore

As the highest plunder 'twas ever done

Barriers divide two sides,

The angelic and demonic ones.

Tumble and crash

Burn and clash

GOD who has had enough

For he has the mighty power up above.

With his anger turned red

He did nothing more and said

"Both of you whom caused destruction

have ruined heaven and holy function

I banish you from this land

As I take your wings that diminish in sand"

And so he did ripping that precious glory

In which they abused end of story.

"But you shall keep your immortality

and face the destruction you caused

in the truth of reality"

And so they wander through the depths of despair,

The presence of their holiness completely bare.

For centuries and centuries they shall wander on earth

Until the chosen one's shining birth.

For he will lead back only one side

The sun shining

Heavens open wide

He will be lost

And found again

But only through help

And a long lost friend.

Order and chaos will once again fight

For that chance

The shining, the light.

Not only the chosen one

Will aid and conspire

But for a one-time friend who has run

Thou shall not pass will burn under hell's fire."

I finished slowly, contemplating.

"I forgot about the burning in hell part…" gulped Nick.

"Okay Warblers. Now you all know your part. There shall be no excuse. We will win this. When he returns we will gain him. Before any of them can catch him, we will be quicker. Okay?" Wes said.

He then turned slightly towards me." Blaine, I trust you with this. Don't even begin to argue. You should know if you find the Lost One… he IS yours more than any of us. Any speculation whatsoever, come to us immediately. That goes to all of you. We CANNOT afford to lose this."

We all nodded and reassured. He continued," Okay. Now with the easy stuff, we move on to our next order of business…Teenage Dream." He smiled. Even he can brighten up at a topic like this.

Kurt walks through Dalton Academy with a bright smile on his face. How can this place be a school? More like a palace or something. It looks familiar too.

Like in my dream… Kurt paused with wide eyes, surveying the corridor as he felt that same shiver crawl up his spine. This looked like the exact corridor. Okay Kurt, just focus and do what you were sent here for.

He saw a swarm of students running towards the east wing. He stopped at the top of the staircase and asked a black haired boy.

"Excuse me. Um..hi. Can I ask you a question I'm new here?" he stammered.

The boy turned around and Kurt was met with striking hazel eyes.

"I'm Blaine." The hazel-eyed boy said.

"Kurt" he replied. Blaine stopped for a moment and tried to shake the weird feeling off of him. It can't be. There must be more than one Kurt out there in the world right?

"So what exactly is going on?" Kurt asked, oblivious to Blaine's current contemplating.

"The Warblers!" Blaine smiled now. His glee club is the one thing that he can enjoy and be happy about. Because let's face it, he was pretty darn good at it. "Every now and then, they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons, it tends to shut down the school once in a while." he winked.

"Wait..so the Glee club here is actually kind of cool?" Kurt asked.

"The Warblers are…like rock stars!" He boasted. He grabbed Kurt's hand as they were about to start.

They felt an electric shock pass through both of them. Not painful or awkward. Familiar. Even as they were running through that hallway, the very same hallway in his dream where he saw his body taken over, he wasn't so much as scared anymore. He was beyond amazement. Something about this place. It seemed like his dream was giving him all these false contradictions. Because when he's here, running through a hallway with a boy who seems familiar in a good way, it seems like he's come…home.

Once again, I absolutely have NO IDEA what I'm doing. Shall i continue? The whole purpose of the prologue is so i can see if some of you are willing to read it. I do have ideas for future plot lines...so tell me what you think! Good? Bad? Whatever.

Interesting fact: Catolonia, Spain actually was said to have a fallen angel. You can look it up :)

So, i ask for the following:

1) comment, 2) Beta Reader, 3) encouragement/constructive criticism. Hope you enjoyed it :)