No Ordinary Glee Club
-xOx-
The day was beautiful, sun shining bright above the world on the hot summers day in Westerville. Kurt wished more than ever that he could be out soaking up the sun or lounging around by the poolside or anywhere other than the dreary funeral home he was currently standing in front off.
It had been two days since the plane crash, and everyone had managed to come out of it unscathed. Everyone except Blaine that is. Kurt hadn't spoken to anyone since the Brazilian rescue team who found them in the middle of the Amazon Rainforest had carted the boy he loved away on a stretcher. The day after the crash, all the Gleeks had returned to Ohio. Even Matt had returned with them, wanting to pay his respects to Blaine.
The authorities from Brazil had called Blaine's parents and told them the news of their son since Kurt was too afraid to tell them himself. While he sat in the hospital after doctors did the mandatory check-ups, all his thoughts were on his fallen boyfriend. Why had Blaine been the one to die?
Not that he would have preferred another one of his friends to have died instead. He didn't want anyone to die. Nobody should have died. But Blaine had. Dapper, charismatic and charming crooner Blaine Anderson. Son, brother, friend. Lead Warbler, senior prefect, academic scholar. Kurt's first love.
Thoughts plagued him all night about the What Could Have's and the Should Have Been's. He just couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that someone so young and carefree and lovely as Blaine had been taken away from the world. Taken away from his family. Taken away from Kurt. -
Death seemed to love Kurt, he noted bitterly. His mom had passed away from a severe form of ovarian cancer when he was just a wide-eyed and happy-go-lucky 8 year old boy. His beautiful Mommy with the warm hugs and vanilla cream scented skin and radiant smile had vanished just like that, snatched away from the world. Kurt had had to learn to grow up faster than usual after her passing. His father was great, but a part of the burly man had broken off and left with Elizabeth. Care Bear became Kurt, a big boy who made his own school lunch, cooked dinner for himself and his workaholic father and became too self-sufficient than any 8 year old should have too.
Death had robbed him of a mother. Death had robbed him of his childhood.
Of course, things began to look up a year after his mom's death though. His dad started to recover from the heartbreak. He stopped working as much to spend more time with his growing and maturely imaginative son. He still let Kurt cook, admitting that he would find a way to burn water if given the chance, but he took back on the role of Daddy. Kurt the self-sufficient became Kiddo. -
Death came a knocking again when Kurt was 13. Kurt was different from all the other boys. He dressed in fancy clothes which he steam-pressed and presented immaculately. His voice was high and often the target of ridicule from the boys with lower voices, and he was often called names he knew were meant to degrade and belittle him and boys like him. The names and the whispers and the disgusted looks took their toll and him, and he was so close to caving in and completely changing himself just to have some peace he knew he would never get. -
That's when, one Saturday afternoon after coming home from a sleep-over at his only friend Tina's house, he walked straight out to the backyard to fetch Gryffindor the Golden Retriever. His already high-pitched voice went up several octaves as he screamed his fear and disgust upon seeing his beloved dog hanging from a tree, a note pinned to it's belly reading 'Die Fag' in blood. His dad didn't know anything when he got home from work a few hours later. Kurt had cleaned everything away, disposed of the note and the dead dog and had put on his bravest face as he told his dad that Gryffindor had come off his leash and run away. On Sunday, he asked to move from his bedroom into the basement which had cages on the small windows. He didn't feel safe in the one place he should have felt safe in, his home.
Death had robbed him of his pet dog. Death had robbed him of his home.
On Monday, he went to school in his flashiest outfit complete with bedazzled top-hat and combat gloves with his head held high. When some kid snickered and asked how his dog was doing, Kurt lost it. He marched up to the boy, squared his shoulders and punched the other boys face in, a blue gem lodging itself in his forehead. Kurt got detention for a week for the hit, but he didn't care. He was a Hummel, and nobody pushes the Hummel's around! He was determined more than ever, to be who he was, and nobody could bring him down.-
Death claimed a few more family members over the years, but nobody Kurt was particularly close with. He had believed that life was giving him some Karmic justice for everything he had been through. High School was a bitch for kids like Kurt. He thought that because life had given him homophobia and bullying and nasty slushy facials, that death had taken a vacation. Then he transferred to Dalton Academy for Boys, joined the Warblers Glee Club, and received a little yellow canary by the name of Pavarotti.
At first he had been sceptical and slightly afraid. He wouldn't admit to a slight avian phobia to anyone, but it was there, especially when Wes handed him the brass cage in which housed his new pet bird. When it had been explained to him that Pavarotti represented his voice and place within the Warblers, Kurt had fallen in love with the story and the metaphor, and Pavarotti.
Dalton was great. Far more academically challenging than McKinley, or any other high school public or private in Lima could ever hope to be. The teachers engaged their students in the lessons and teachings of their classes. And the entire school was free of bullying, teasing and even snarky, disapproving looks. It was a safe haven. It was safe. Safe though, in every sense of the word. They wore a uniform, strict and proper and boring. Everything was so...strict and proper and boring. Even the Glee Club, a place to express oneself using song and dance was so...strict and proper and boring. The Warblers with their acapella renditions of top 40 songs sounded amazing. With their two-step, shuffle, snap of the fingers, looked lifeless.
As Kurt began to feel his presence and voice was being caged, the more Pavarotti squawked and fought to escape his cage. Pavarotti was his voice, so Kurt let him free whenever they were at home. The canary would sing his beautiful melody, chirping to impromptu duets along with Kurt as he flew around Kurt's bedroom. Then, the bird Kurt had come to love dropped dead. While singing. Taken from this world in a split second.
Kurt was a mess. Death had returned and had taken his voice. Kurt was done with the Warblers just like Pavarotti. He rifled through his moms old cassette tapes for her favorite song and took it to his Glee Club to announce the death of his winged friend, and the death of his place amongst them. He sung his hurt and heart out. Finn had said to Kurt that losing the bird was sad, but the taller teen just didn't get it. It was so much more than that to Kurt. Dalton was Kurt's cage, trapped their by fear of a bully at his old school.
Death had taken his bird. Death had taken his voice.
When the Warblers, boys he truly liked and considered friends outside of the practise room, joined in while he sang, he felt touched. He knew, by the looks on the boys' faces, that they understood it. It was this that made his resolve to leave them vanish, and he ultimately decided to stick with them, at least until Regionals was over.
Then Blaine kissed him. The boy he had been in love with from the moment they met, kissed him. The boy who, over the last few weeks he had come to the conclusion that nothing would happen between them, kissed him. Blaine kissed Kurt and declared his feelings for him!
As he looked back on it, Kurt knew death brought with it new life. The saying 'When someone closes a door, a window opens' rang true throughout his life when death had visited him. But death was death. Gone forever, never to come back. Blaine was dead, and he would never come back. Right now, he would mourn the loss of his boyfriend and curse death because there was no one else to blame. It didn't make him feel any better, but nothing would for a while. His and Blaine's door had closed, so he knew a window would open sometime soon. He'd just have to wait, and mourn, and hate death.
-xOx-
Mr. Anderson, a short man in his late 40's stood at the podium in the front of the hall where Blaine's black coffin sat idle, a large reef of carnations and roses sat atop. A giant photo of Blaine had been enlarged and stood on a easel, his wide grin, hazy hazel colored eyes and thick triangular eyebrows raised slightly making Kurt smile for the first time since everyone had been in the plane and Blaine had been dragged away by Rachel. Kurt's heart fluttered at the memory of Blaine telling him he loved him before being consumed in conversation by Artie at the back of the plane. That was the last thing they had said to each other.
Blaine's father stepped away from the microphone stand and walked back towards the front seat where Blaine's mom, older sister and younger brother sat with red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Kurt watched as Wes took the stand and began to talk about Blaine.
"Are you going to say something?"
Kurt turned to looked at Mercedes, her navy blue dress complimenting the large periwinkle hat and gloves she wore. "I...I don't know" he whispered out of curtesy and guilt.
She placed a comforting hand on his and gave a small squeeze. "I think you should."
All of the New Directions members had accompanied Kurt to the funeral, wanting to pay their respects to a boy they hardly knew, but had felt so close to in the ensuing group hug that had taken place after he had died. They had all dressed more formal than usual, being that Blaine was from a wealthy family of class and save-face. He appreciated their effort and support.
He nodded at his best friend with a hollow smile before turning back to face the front. Wes had been replaced by Blaine's sister and she was reminiscing funny moments that had happened between her and Blaine. When she finished, Kurt scanned the attendees to make sure no one was about to get up. When he caught sight of Mrs. Anderson, she gave him a small smile and nodded at him seemingly granting permission. Kurt sighed and stood up then made his way towards the front. -
He smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles in his black Armani tuxedo jacket. He had gone more conservative for the event, the only flare he allowed himself being the large diamond Phoenix broach sitting on the right side of his lapel, the 4 chains that made the effect of the fire birds tail linking to the left hand side label. Blaine had bought the beautiful piece of jewellery for him after Kurt had transferred back to McKinley.
"Hi" he said finally into the microphone, "I...I'm Kurt, Blaine's" he paused for a second and sought out Blaine's parents. Mr. Anderson nodded at Kurt, "Blaine's boyfriend. I...I loved him so much." Every eye was on him as he spoke and Kurt suddenly felt so small. His eyes itched with tears threatening to fall at any second. "Blaine quite literally saved me" he continued shakily, "He showed me that there was so much more than the box I was living in. He...he made me see that I was worth loving. I don't think I could ever forget him."
Kurt saw the girls in his group wipe tears away from their eyes. Finn had a look of sadness on his face at that line. Matt's reaction confused Kurt though. He looked saddened yeah, but determination and a look of defiance that Kurt knew all too well flashed in the dark skinned boys golden eyes. Kurt shook the thought away as he continued with his eulogy.
"I knew I loved him from the first time I saw him. He didn't know he loved me until 2 weeks ago" Kurt gave a light laugh earning quiet chuckles from everyone in attendance. He smiled, "When he did realise, though, and said those three words to me? It was so content and genuine and so Blaine that I had froze for a split second in disbelief. I felt something inside me click into place. Blaine would be pleased to know that I'm quoting Katy Perry right now, but I felt the missing puzzle piece just...fall into place and I told him that I loved him too. I think...no, I know, that a part of me will always love Blaine. He'll always have a place in my heart."
Kurt sighed heavily. "Blaine and I both shared a deep love for music, as does probably half of everyone here in attendance" he said earning nods from the Warbler boys and New Directions. "When we have something important to say or do, we tend to sing about it. And if I could call upon my Warbler friends to accompany me, I'd like to sing."
The boys all stood immediately and walked towards the front to stand behind Kurt. Kurt whispered to Jeff who passed it on to the rest of the boys. He stood to the side away from the mic stand and looked down when Remy started in with the beat. The rest of the boys started in on the tempo and base and Kurt began to sing.
"The power lines went out, and I am all alone. But I don't really care at all, not answering my phone.
All the games you played. The promises you made. Couldn't finish what you started, only darkness still remains.
Lost sight, couldn't see, when it was you and me.
Blow the candles out. Looks like a solo tonight. I'm beginning to see the light. Blow the candles out. Looks like a solo tonight. But I think I'll be alright."
The boys changed the tempo and transitioned into a completely knew song easily. Kurt vaguely thought how great these boys had been trained if they could sound this fantastic never having done a mash-up before. He guessed there was method to the gavel-happy council members madness.
"I came across, a fallen tree. I felt the branches of it looking at me.
Is this the place, we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? Oh simple thing, where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin."
The boys changed the tempo yet again, seamlessly moving into a more up-beat kind of melody. Kurt's voice was soft, his tears muffling some words and causing him to falter slightly on a few of the lyrics.
"Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance until we die. You and I, we'll be young forever.
You make me, feel like I'm living a teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep. Let's runaway and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.
My heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, Now baby I believe. This is real, so take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."
The waterworks had started during that song because that had been his and Blaine's song. He didn't have time to dwell on it however, as the boys behind him changed back to the other song, their voices equally as shaky as Kurt's.
"And if you have a minute, why don't we go. Talk about it somewhere only we know? This could be the ending of everything. So why don't we go? So why don't we go?
Oh, this could be the end of everything. So why don't we go, somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know.
Somewhere only we know."
As the boys sounded out of the last notes, Kurt turned to face the coffin and sang the last line quietly, his voice almost inaudible.
"You'll be young forever."
Kurt turned and thanked the boys as they filed off to go sit back down. He turned back to the microphone, wiping tears away on his sleeve. "I love you Blaine" he said liking at the coffin, "Your candle will always burn on."
As he walked passed everyone to take his seat, he noted that everyone had been wiping tears away. He sat down next to Mercedes and she squeezed his hand, her gloves removed for some reason. A startling spark cracked between their hands and both teens pulled away quickly. A jolt of energy shot through Kurt and he looked at his hand and at Mercedes. She too looked at her hand then at Kurt and shrugged her shoulders. Kurt smiled and shrugged his shoulders back.
A few other people stood up to talk and remember Blaine, all of whom complimented Kurt and the Warblers boys' singing and tribute to Blaine, farewelling him like he had lived his life, with music. For some reason, Kurt had felt stronger, more confident and less emotional than he been before singing to Blaine. Mercedes wore the same expression and demeanor. Kurt smiled at himself thinking that the songs had done good for him.
-xOx-
The weather still remained beautiful, and Kurt couldn't help but admire it's light and determination for remaining calm and peaceful. He also despised that it seemed to mock the situation even more. The irony that a day like this one would be the day two parents had to say goodbye to their child forever was incredible.
After the funeral, Kurt had watched with floods of tears flowly freely as he watched the coffin of Blaine being wheeled away to be cremated. Kurt couldn't stand the thought of burning someone, burning Blaine. He understood that some people choose that option over others, but he couldn't fathom it. All essence of Blaine would be ash, incinerated into nothingness.
He had been surprised when Mr. and Mrs. Anderson had swept him up into a fierce hug after they saw him crying. Kurt had only met them once before, after Regionals at a party Blaine had thrown for the Warblers. They were formal, polite people with manners and very well put together. They had smiled as Blaine introduced him as his boyfriend. Kurt had talked to Mrs. Anderson over the phone when he had called to ask if Blaine would come with him on their ill-fated trip to Brazil to make sure everything would be fine. So them embracing him and making sure if he was ok baffled him. Needless to say though, he embraced them back and they cried together for their mutual loss.
They had invited everyone who had attended the funeral over to their Westerville estate for lunch, which Kurt had accepted. The members of New Directions all had declined politely, stating that they didn't feel comfortable in someone else's home whom they didn't know, and many of them had other places to be anyway. Kurt was fine on his own though, the Dalton boys in attendance there with him amongst the sea of Blaine's family members.
He had gathered him a small salad and headed out to the back yard to eat with Wes and David. The Anderson Manor was huge, grand and stunning. An old country home that had been restored, added on to over the years and something that you would see on some English period film. The back yard was no different. It actually looked a lot like the courtyard in the dorm blocks at Dalton.
Wes had taken a seat on the edge of the huge fountain in the middle of a circular courtyard in the middle of the garden, while Wes took a seat next to the small hedges outlining the circle. Kurt studied the fountain with awe. It was a huge stone statue of a bird, clearly a Phoenix. The wings and tail fanned out in wavey lines representing the flames. It's face was narrow and long. The water spewed out from it's claws at the bottom, centre of the pond.
"Why would they use a Phoenix in a water fountain?" Kurt asked as he sat next to David and skimmed his fingertips along the surface of the water, watching the little ripples it caused.
David laughed as he chewed on a small meatball. "It's Blaine's favorite mythological creature."
"And he has a lot, so him choosing a favorite is no easy conquest" Wes added with a wide smile, "For his 16th birthday he asked for a Griffin. Said instead of a car, he would ride around on the back of the large Griffin, which he would call Zimmeon."
Kurt gave a small smile at the Asian boy. "Why did he favor the Phoenix?" -
David looked up at the bird statue with a fond smile. "He felt like it represented him. He told us that when he was younger, his family weren't as fortunate as they are now" the African-American boy said as he gestured to the large manor house behind them, "They were a middleclass family struggling to make ends meet."
"One day their house caught fire, destroyed everything they owned" Wes piped up. "By some stroke of divine intervention, Blaine's and his younger brothers bedroom was the only room unharmed. And by another stroke of divine intervention, Blaine had taken a ticket from his father the night before the fire."
"A ticket?"
David nodded at Kurt's question. "A lottery ticket."
Kurt's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. "No way! So the whole house burns down except his room, and he happens to have taken a ticket from his dad? Don't tell me, the ticket was a winning one?"
"Sure was" Wes answered, "They won $4 million dollars. Crazy right?"
Kurt just nodded, unable to form a response. David nodded along. "Blaine believed it was fate that the fire burnt everything except his room and the lottery ticket. They were able to not only rebuild their house from the ashes, but their whole life too. It was a new start for them all."
"He came to believe in the Phoenix mythology after that, his crazy fascination with it was both cute and annoying according to Mr. A. He then began to make connections back to the Phoenix about almost everything he went through, especially he went through the bullying" Wes added with a small frown. "He said coming to Dalton was a fresh start, a chance to be reborn after what he went through at his old school."
"And you."
"Me?" Kurt queried at David.
He nodded. "He told us about what happened on Valentines Day. Said he really cared about you but didn't want to screw anything up."
"We" Wes said gesturing between himself and David, "Weren't as oblivious as our friend. We knew pretty much right away when we pulled you aside on that fateful October afternoon when you ill-fatedly tried to spy on us, that you were head-over-heels in love with Blaine."
"We think that Blaine did fall for you too" David added, "But like he said, he didn't want to screw things up. You were clearly in a bad place when you transferred to Dalton, and he was the only other gay person you knew your own age. He wanted to be there for you as a friend before going straight to being something more."
Kurt nodded at the Wevid evaluation of events that had played out. "As nice as it is to hear that I wasn't the only one blind-sided by Blaine's cluelessness, what does that have to do with a Phoenix analogy?"
David gave a light laugh as he looked back at the Phoenix fountain. "Little do you know, but he felt terrible about what he had said to you after we performed Animal for the Crawford County Day School for Girls." Kurt grimaced at the memory, "He came to us saying how he had hated the faces you were making because they didn't look sexy at all. Wes and I rolled our eyes, which seems to have been something we did a lot to our friend" he chuckled a little before continuing, "But anyway, he rambled on and on about how sexy you were when you weren't trying."
"Wait! What?" Kurt squeaked.
Wes nodded excitedly with a huge grin. "Yup. He was just as caught off guard as you are hearing that. He just blurted it out. 'I don't understand why he looked like a constipated duck! When we sang Baby It's Cold Outside he was so flirty and comfortable and looked extremely sexy!'." Wes mocked as he fanned himself, "He stopped in his tracks once the words left his mouth and then left the room. I'm pretty sure he went to your house, because Jeff called him and he said he was in Lima."
Kurt blushed and nodded. "I think that's when he came over to help me work on my 'sexy faces'. He did tell me I was trying too hard. I got upset with him and asked him to leave."
"I think that was a part of it too" Wes pointed out, "You getting upset with him."
"Especially when you put him on blast after our impromptu jam session of Misery" David said with a grin, "He was hurt about what you said obviously, but he told us that something inside of him switched. Like he liked the fact that you weren't so..." He trailed off.
"Clingy?" Kurt asked quietly.
David shook his head. "Not clingy. Just...not as put-Blaine-on-a-pedestal. He liked the fact that you were speaking up more."
"Then you sang Blackbird."
"You were fantastic, by the way. And we all saw Blaine's face as he watched you sing with such emotion and depth. Honestly I'm surprised I didn't fall in love with you in that moment."
Kurt swatted David's arm gently with a small smile. "Still though, I'm struggling to understand what this all has to do with the Phoenix analogy."
Wes sat down next to David. "He decided in that moment that he didn't care if he screwed anything up. That is was time to act on his feelings for you and rise from the ashes of his mentor/friend role and emerge as the boyfriend. He wanted a new beginning with you as his boyfriend."
"And we all know what happened next" David wiggled his eyebrows at that. -
Kurt blushed, choked back a laugh and let a tear fall from his eye at the same time. So many emotions flew through his head and heart and soul. The recounting from Blaine's best friends about what had happened enlightening him on things he probably would never have known. Above all though, his belief in the love he and Blaine shared was strengthened, and with it, his heart ached.
Would he ever find love like that again? It wasn't like gay teenage boys were running around with rainbow flags in the air in Lima. And a part of him wondered if he did find love like that again, would it be as strong as his love for Blaine? What if every relationship he compared to him and Blaine. That wasn't fair on him or them or Blaine.
Blaine's Phoenix analogies fitted the situation perfectly. If Blaine could have gone through the things he did, raising from the ashes every time, so could Kurt. Kurt had. All the death that he had witnessed, something good had come out of it eventually. With the death, the fire had engulfed and burnt everything down. Then he rose from the ashes and build something better.
He looked up at the Phoenix statue, commanding and fierce. "Blaine was a Phoenix" Kurt whispered to himself more than to the two boys, "I still don't know why they used the fire bird in a water fountain but yeah, Blaine was definitely a Phoenix."
-xOx-
Mercedes waved at Tina and Mike as they drove away. Once the mini van was out of view she sighed and kicked her high heels off, sighing again in pleasure at the release.
She loved Kurt, she really did, and Blaine was awesome and the occasion called for being dressed nice and all that jazz, but her feet were near dead thanks to the 4 inch heels Kurt had asked her to wear. She picked them up and fetched around in her hand-bag for her keys as she stood on her front porch. Once she found them, she pulled them out and inserted them in to the lock.
Her phone began to ring, Ice Ice Baby blasting through making her smile at who it was. As she pushed open the front door to her house, she extracted her phone and answered it. "Hey you my Vanilla waffer."
Sam chuckled at the other end of the line. "Do you have to call me that?"
"Yes" Mercedes answered with a small giggle.
Her and Sam had begun dating after prom. The two had gone to the after-party at Brittany's house and had made-out outside while everyone got drunk inside. She couldn't quite believe abtastic Sam Evans was interested in her.
Not that she didn't think she was hot stuff. She did think she was hot stuff, knew it was a fact. She had always been proud of her body (excluding that awful week while in the Cheerio's but whatevs!) and she was one of the most confident girls in Glee, and in the whole school of McKinley. It's just with Sam's track record of girls he's dated, she didn't think she stood a chance.
She had noticed his good looks straight away, that first day he had come to Glee. Who wouldn't? He was tall, athelic and muscular. His lips were succulent, coupled with his country boy accent and adorable blonde hair and green eyes. But she also liked his dork that he would let show every little once in a while.
So when he had asked her out, to an ice-cream since he couldn't really afford anything else, she had been flattered and accepted. Ironically, she had ordered chocolate chip, while he chose a vanilla wafer. They had cracked up at that and she had taken to calling the teen boy that.
"Fine" he groaned with a hint of a laugh, "Just called to make sure you were ok. What time do your folks get home?"
Mercedes swooned at the concern her boyfriend showed for her safety. "Only a few more hours. You didn't need to ca-"
She was prevented from finished her sentence when the intruder alarm went off, ringing loudly throughout the house. She started and dropped the phone as she whipped her head around to see why the alarm had gone off. Realising that she had stopped in the middle of the doorway with the door open, her slight panic faded away and she closed the door to make the ringing stop. When it didn't die down, she frowned and looked up at the alarm box in the corner of the foyer. The little box kept flashing red and she groaned as the annoying alarm started to make her ears ring. "Shut up!"
She stormed her way over to the alarm control box mounted into the wall next to the door and flipped it open to punch in the code. After typing in the first two numbers, she froze when she couldn't remember what the rest of the 8-letter pass code was. She tried a guess and got nothing, then tried one more time to the same result. The alrm kept on it's high pitched screech and Mercedes was getting more frustrated by the minute.
Clenching her teeh and bringing her shoulders up as much as she could to try break the deafening sound bellowing throughout her house, Mercedes gripped her hand around the little white box and wiggled it for no other reason than being out of frustration. She huffed out a heavy breath as she gave it another wriggled.
A strong energy pulsed through her veins from her chest and Mercedes stood up taller. The pulse of energy travelled through her body and she felt it as it tingled down her arm and finally sparks of white exploded from her fingertips. She startled at the cracking noise it made upon connecting with the alarm box, and after a few sizzling and pops, the alarm stopped.
The African-American teen's mouth dropped and her heart rate increased as she looked at her hand in shock. What the hells was that! She thought to herself, flipping her hand over and over. White…electric? Some type of energy anyway. She had felt it in her chest, flowing through her veins. She had seen it pass through her skin and exit through her fingertips. She had somehow overridden the alarm box and made it stop. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she recalled all of this.
She shook the thoughts away and scanned her surroundings. Nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. She bent down to pick up her forgotten phone and brought it to her ear slowly with a shaky hand. "Sa…Sam?"
"Mercedes! Are you ok? What happened? What was that noise?"
She looked at her hand that had emitted the…whatever it had emitted as she spoke to Sam on the phone, her voice as shaky as her hand. "I…Can you come over?"
"I'm already in the car" Sam assured.
Mercedes heart jolted, but she wasn't sure wether it was from what had just happened of what Sam had just said. She decided to chose that it was from what Sam said, reassuring that he was already on his way even though he didn't know what had happened. Within another word, she hung up the phone and collapsed to the floor of the foyer. She didn't take her eyes off of her hand as she waited for Sam, to confused to do anything else but wonder what the fuck had just happened.
-xOx-
A/N: I hadn't planned on writing the funeral scene, but the plot for the story could use a little backstory, so I wrote it in. I hope you like it. And yay, power reveal! What do you think Mercedes' power is? What else do you think she is capable of with it? So many questions!
Coming Up: The gang get together and crash Mercedes' pool for a barbeque Glee Style! Mercedes is afraid to get in the water, Kurt keeps picturing Blaine's lifeless body floating around, and how does a bit of Hydrokinesis sound? Who will posses such an extraordinary ability? All that and more, in the next chapter of No Ordinary Glee Club!
