A/N: Thank you muchlies to my two reviewers! I really appreciate it! Also to anyone who has added this story to alerts, I haven't been paying attention to my email. Anyway, things are about to take a strange turn and there is a mythological OC in this chapter because it thought it would fit. Enjoy! The Christmas episode this year had me in bails of laughter by the way!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. –cries- But I own this plot and the OC! It would be cooler to actually own Glee though.

Kurt hoisted the designer bag on his shoulder again as he made his way to the front of the school. However, he stopped short when he noted that it seemed like the entire school was crowded at the doors, which were glowing a bright blue. Suddenly a bit fearful, the angel pushed through the crowd to the front where he easily located his boyfriend. Blaine was the only fallen angel in the entire school. They weren't exactly common folk.

"Blaine!" he cried. The boy with the black wings turned his eye on Kurt and held out his arms. The angel wasted no time snuggling into them, resting his head awkwardly on the shorter boy's shoulder. Blaine's black wings wrapped around him protectively. "What's going on?" Kurt asked. Blaine gave him a look to say he didn't have a clue. The could hear Finn blundering through the crowd behind them, apparently trying to catch up with his stepbrother. Kurt hadn't realized how quickly he had pushed through the crowd. "I get the feeling that we can't leave," Kurt went on. His boyfriend shrugged.

"I don't have a clue," he said. "No one's tried. But everyone knows what that light means." He and Kurt exchanged glances. Beside them, Mercedes had pulled the magical staff from her back. She was seemingly preparing for battle. Blaine lifted a triangular eyebrow. "Hold of Mercedes. Judging by whichever one shows up, you either won't need that, or it won't do you any good." Mercedes looked at him and for the first time, Kurt saw slight fear in her eyes. He didn't have to ask how Blaine knew so much. He studied things that no one else really dove into. He studied things that a lot of people didn't take seriously. And this was serious.

A cracking sound, followed by a loud boom had the entire crowd moving back several paces as one. The doors to the front entrance of McKinley Supernatural sprang open and the entire lot of them was blinded by the shockingly bright blue light. Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder to shield his eyes. Blaine shut his eyes tight. Mercedes shielded her face with her staff. There was no telling what other people were really doing. Kurt felt someone shove by him and chanced a peek to see his stepbrother pushing to the center forefront of the group.

"Dumb troll," someone muttered and Kurt had the decency to throw them a glare. He was about to say that it was his brother they were talking about but a new voice no one heard cut in and he didn't have the chance to say anything.

"Greetings students of William McKinley Supernatural High School." The blue light finally dimmed to show a man standing in the doorway. He wore Greek ceremonial robes, carried a large golden staff. His skin was pale and flawless. His long longs were a stunning shade of golden blond and though his eyes appeared to be a pale blue, they were void of life and emotion. The blue light was radiating off his slender body. He was a God. "I seek the angel called Kurt Hummel!" he yelled. Almost as one, the entire school stared at Kurt who froze. What the hell did this God want with him?

Finn put a hand out in front of both sides of the crowd. "What do you want with my stepbrother?" he said boldly. Kurt could tell that his skin had taken on the trollish green color that it did when he was angry. He peeked up at Blaine who was biting his lip. His boyfriend looked at him and hugged him ever closer, moving his wings to hopefully obscure the God's view of him. "Not that we would give him to you!"

The God raised an eyebrow and in the next instant, he began to laugh wholeheartedly, voice booming across the crowd. People were quivering in fear. He said nothing in response to Finn's supposed bravery. His answer came suddenly in the form of power. He raised his golden staff and pointed it directly at Blaine, whose eyes went wide. A burst of yellow light sprang from the tip and the next thing the fallen angel knew, Kurt had been swept from his arms rather easily and lifted into the air. The God seemed to grow in size suddenly. He caught Kurt easily by the shirt collar in his free hand and sat there dangling him.

"This boy," the God boomed. "Is the reason a demonic demigod is now a mere human! As such, starting with him, I will make an example of all of you!" Kurt dangled high above their heads. His wings curled protectively around his body in an automatic attempt to keep his delicate figure from harm. Raising his staff, the God aimed it at Kurt and the pale angel paled even more if that were possible. He stared down at Blaine who was shaking and Finn had wrapped the fallen angel in his arms to keep him from collapsing to the ground. The sea of faces below him were all turned into fear, even that of that demon Sue Sylvester. Even she didn't seem to be enjoying this.

A smirk crossed the God's face, as he seemed to get the idea that this would be just too easy to do with Kurt dangling from his other hand. "How about you take one last flight!" The words were scarcely out of his mouth when the God pulled his arm back and threw Kurt as hard as he could into the air. The look of fear on Kurt's face was worse than anyone had ever seen. Blaine tried to call out for him but lost his voice and fainted in Finn's arms. The crowd gasped as Kurt flew, the boy trying to get his wings to work but they were cocooning him for a crash landing instead. The God aimed his staff at Kurt and a burst of black light sprang from the tip. It hit Kurt just as the angel slammed into the wall at the other end of the corridor.

Finn picked up Blaine and started running through the crowd, intent on reaching Kurt. Several people had started to go too. The God laughed and the noise of fear in the room was barely loud enough to cover up the next words. And now, for the rest of you! The next thing they knew, the school was full of the black light that the God had sent at Kurt. And no one knew what was happening. Everything fell black.

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Blaine was the first person to come to, ironically. He blinked his eyes open and found that he was in Finn's arms. The taller teen was knocked cold on the floor. Blinking, the shorter boy looked around. The hallway was littered with students and staff alike, all seemingly unconscious. The God was nowhere to be seen. Slowly, he pulled himself to his feet, determined to try and figure out what had happened. And that was when he remembered Kurt. Panic gripped him and he looked around trying to find his boyfriend. There was no power left in the school and judging by the lighting outside, they'd all been out long enough for night to have fallen. Parents were no doubt worried.

Still trying to find Kurt, it wasn't until Blaine's eyes picked out a dark form farther from everyone at the end of the hallway, lying in a heap on the floor by the wall. Blaine started toward the form hastily when an odd feeling made itself known. Did he feel…lighter? Fears gripped Blaine's body and he bolted into the boy's restroom just as he heard the hall start to fill with the groans of others waking up. His eyes having had adjusted to the dark he peered in the mirror. What he saw rooted him to the spot. His majestic black wings…were gone.

The teenager didn't know how long he stood there until he heard a familiar voice enter the bathroom. "Blaine? You in here man?" It was Finn. Blaine turned his head slowly to look at him. "Blaine…are…are we human?" he asked in fear as he noted that there were no wings sprouting from the boy's back. He stared in great surprise. It was said that troll's had peanut sized brains and Finn had infinitely been aware that his head suddenly felt bigger as though his brain had grown. But that was ridiculous because no one believed that Finn's brain was physically the size of a peanut to begin with.

Blaine turned back to the mirror. "Athales," he said in a whisper. Finn raised and eyebrow.

"Beg your pardon?" he asked. Blaine turned back to look at him, a hand rubbing his shoulder absentmindedly due to the phantom tingle of the wing that had sprouted from inches below it the last time he had been conscious that day. Finn was looking at him with puzzled fear written in his expression.

"Athales," Blaine said again. "The dark God of mortality." Finn again raised an eyebrow. It was clear that he didn't have a clue what Blaine was getting at. "The demons must have cut some sort of deal with him. If an immortal has done a terrible wrong Athales is called upon to punish them for their wrongdoing. He takes their immortality away." Finn started pacing the bathroom, trying to work all this into his crowded brain. He stroked his chin.

"But Blaine, Kurt hasn't done a wrong. Angels can't do a wrong. And none of us have done anything either." Blaine seemed to be thinking about this. He was trying to figure this all out. He was piecing together some of the little things that the God had said. And then, it hit him.

Anger crossed Blaine's features and he pounded his fist on the bathroom counter. "He said something about a demonic demigod. Karofsky must have been a demonic demigod. Kurt was the cause of him being stripped of his immortality because he violated demonic code by being nice to an angel," he said in a voice that was somewhat darkened. He pounded a fist into his hand. Finn waited for him to go on. "Whatever his demigod powers were must have had some connection to Athales. Athales decided that Kurt needed to be punished. And by association, all of McKinley too."

"So what does that mean for us?" Finn asked quietly. Blaine, whose eyes had been on the ground in a narrowed fashion, lifted his head to look at him.

"It means the entire of McKinley Supernatural, is now mortal." Finn's eyes went wide and he slowly shook his head, hoping that this couldn't be true. "Which in turn," Blaine went on, "Means that the school, no longer hangs in the sky." Finn backed away toward the door, not wanting to believe any of it. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "And this means, we have seven days," he said.

Finn looked at him. "Seven days for what?"

"Seven days until Athales declares war on us." He started toward the door, an intention to find Kurt still in his mind. "Which means, Kurt is our only hope of winning this war. We have seven days to prepare. If we win, seeing as Athales took our immortality for his own selfish reasons, our powers will be restored and he will be banished." He pulled open the door to the bathroom. "That means we have only one option now."

"What's that?" Finn asked, head still trying to wrap around all this. Blaine took a deep breath.

"Find Kurt." And he left the bathroom.

A/N: Seven days to prepare for war with no way of knowing how to defend themselves now they've all been turned into humans. But since Athales seems to think this is all Kurt's fault, Kurt is the one who has to lead them to victory. What's going to happen now? Review please! I love them, you love them, we all love them!