I am so sorry that it took so long to get this updated but one of my friends had this chapter on paper and I accidentally lost the last pages that were originally on my laptop. But I got it off her and wrote it up again and now it's here, so...all is good! I assure you I haven't lost the other chapters and they will be up here soon ;)

So...

ONWARDS!


Chapter Four

"A party. That's what you want? A Party?" Kurt exclaimed in the middle of the hallway. It was lunchtime and the members of the Nova-Potentia were gathered around one table talking in small groups. Quinn, Brittany and Santana were at one end of the table, talking about their strenuous routines Sue Sylvester makes them do every practice. Tina and Mike were sitting next to them, ignoring everything and everyone but each other, making the rest of the group feel slightly nauseous. Sam was sitting opposite Mercedes, watching her whilst she sadly ate her food as she did every lunchtime. Finn, Rachel and Puck sat on one side of the end of the table while Artie, Kurt and Blaine sat on the other. Kurt and Blaine were engaging in small conversation before Kurt heard Finn mention that he wanted to throw a party whilst Rachel's parents were away.

"Is that what you asked me about this morning?" He asked, incredulously. "You were going to ask me to help you with the party?" Finn looked at Rachel with a panicked expression before turning back to Kurt.

"Err…Yeah?" He lied, happy that Kurt gave him the excuse. Kurt looked at him, slightly disbelieving before huffing and turning back to Blaine. Blaine had seemed to have perked up during the conversation about a party and Kurt just hoped he wouldn't try and go.

"Will there be alcohol?" He asked eventually. Kurt face palmed.

"Blaine!" He moaned. Blaine just grinned at him.

"Come on Kurt, live a little. It will be fun!" He insisted. Turning back to the group he asked Finn "When's the party?"

"Friday night." Finn answered, a little nervously, knowing that Kurt didn't actually want to go to the party. Kurt shot him a look.

"I thought we were going out on Saturday?" Kurt asked, a little angrily, thinking about getting blown off to go to some stupid party the night before, most probably drink the equivalent of his weight and then have an annoying headache the day after from being hung over. However, unbeknownst to them, this statement caused everyone on the table to look their way. Blaine somehow knew that the party was troubling Kurt and rubbed his back soothingly.

"We can go on Sunday, OK?" Blaine offered as a consolation. Kurt was in fact comforted by this idea and his shoulders slumped in defeat as he continued to eat his celery stick.

"Fine, I'll go." He agreed. Blaine punched his first in the air and whooped in achievement before realising what he had done and composed himself. The rest of the club just snickered at the scene and carried on with their lunch.

"Well. That settles it. Party at Rachel's house, this Friday." Finn announced happily, clapping his hands and standing up just as the bell went, signalling the end of lunch. Everyone got up from the table and went their separate ways in small groups.

Kurt and Blaine were at Blaine's locker. He had to get his notebooks for French with Kurt the next lesson. Kurt was telling him about the outfit planning that Blaine was going to have to help him with now that they were going to both going to the Party and the P-park. Smiling slightly at the way that Kurt went on passionately about fashion, he closed his locker and watched him as he spoke. Kurt noticed this and trailed off.

"Why are you staring at me?" Kurt asked nervously. Blaine just grinned and walked in the direction of their French classroom.

"No reason." He replied happily. Kurt glared at Finn as he watched him walk past them with a smirk on his face.

Blaine turned around to see Kurt glaring at Finn's back and his brow furrowed thoughtfully.

"Hey, Kurt?" Blaine asked cautiously. "How comes I haven't really heard Rachel talk that much? I mean, I've only heard her say like, one sentence…"

"She likes to rule quietly. Unless she's talking to Finn and me, then she never shuts up. Apparently, she feels safe with us or something." He rolled his eyes. "We've all lost people for different reasons, Blaine. I guess she just doesn't want it to happen again."

"Want what to happen again?" Kurt just looked at Blaine with a vacant expression.

"…never mind". He finally replied before picking up his pace, making Blaine get faster for him to be in sync. It was hard for Blaine to keep up with Kurt all the time. He would be in one area one second and another area in the next. Just keeping up with him was difficult.

Finn spotted Puck talking to his locker after the last period of the day and walked towards him. "Puck." He whispered. "You need to go see exactly where it is and tell Rachel. Rachel, walk with him. You need to stay close."

"Aye aye, captain." Puck replied with a two finger salute. "Come on, Rach."

Rachel walked behind him as they got to Archie's locker and scanned its contents through the door. He spotted the key in a box at the back of the locker. When he turned to tell Rachel, he remembered that he couldn't actually see her so he directed his speech to the air in front of him. This made people walking past give him strange looks. "The box with the key is at the far right corner. I'll go get the wheelchair I got from the nursing home." Puck jogged off down the corridor and Rachel rolled her eyes. Standing to the side of the lockers, pressed up against it so that people wouldn't accidently bump into her, she waited for Artie to grab his books for his next lesson. She finally saw him rolling by himself towards his locker and pushed herself off of the lockers and walked behind him. She had to quietly dodge the bodies unknowingly walking directly towards her and keep close to Artie. He opened his locker and took out his History book whilst Rachel carefully watched and recited his locker combination in her head. When he closed the door, he froze. Rachel noticed this and held her breath in fear that he could somehow sense her behind him. Then he opened his locker, took out another text book and happily made his way down the corridor, humming as he did so. Rachel let out a breath of relief and walked in the opposite direction to where Finn and Puck were now standing with a wheelchair. When she made herself visible again, Puck and Finn jumped in surprised and tried to style it out. "17-5-37" Rachel recited to Finn. She stood by Puck and crossed her arms, looking at Finn expectantly.

"Alright. Fine." Finn sighed. He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as he focused on his task. Within seconds, his height had reduce a great amount and his clothes had changed into the same outfit that Artie was wearing that same day and by the end of the transformation, he was an exact replica of Artie Abrams.

Finn, now looking like Artie, sat down in the wheelchair and rolled towards the real Artie's locker. When he got there, after much difficulty from trying to figure out how to use a wheelchair properly, he quickly opened the locker and took the box out of the back of the locker. Slamming the door shut, he wheeled himself towards Rachel and Puck and got out of the wheelchair, simultaneously turning back into his usual self and kicking the wheelchair out of the way. He took the key out of the box and smirked.

"I got it."

Blaine walked down the corridor alone to Glee club after French. Kurt had to stay over a couple of minutes and help the less able teens to complete their work so he just told Blaine to meet him there. As he walked and was ignored by many of the people that walked past, Karofsky caught his eye. He was leaning against his locker and laughing arrogantly with the rest of the football jocks. Karofsky was the jock that always seemed to want to pick a fight with Kurt. Kurt always went quiet whenever anyone would utter his name and that made Blaine's blood boil. Suddenly, Karofsky turned around and spotted Blaine staring at him. Blaine froze, his face like a deer in headlights and spun around, walking the opposite direction. Karofsky wasn't having this.

"Hey! Freak!" He shouted at Blaine's back. Everyone in the corridor parted to each side, making a clear pathway for Karofsky to walk towards Blaine. Blaine carried on walking. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Didn't your mama ever teach you manners?"

This made Blaine stop in his tracks. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and turned around. They faced each other, Blaine looking vulnerable and Karofsky was smirking, looking as confident as ever.

"You're pathetic you know that? Always following that fairy around…what's he going to do? Protect you? He's pathetic too. Stupid Potens. You think that because you have powers, you're better than everybody else? You ain't better than anybody!"

"I'm better than you…" Blaine replied, quietly. "I don't go around telling people that I'm better than them…I don't make them feel bad…I don't…I don't-"

"Oh shut up!" Karofsky interrupted him. This made the rest of the jocks burst out in laughter and Blaine shrank back into himself, closing his eyes tightly. Then a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder and he looked up to see Kurt's angry face glaring at Karofsky.

"What the hell do you think you are doing, you ape-like ignoramus?" Kurt practically shouted at him. Blaine could only stare at him in shock and waited, fearing Karofsky's reply.

"What did you call me?!" Karofsky exclaimed angrily, stalking towards them both. Blaine stepped back instinctively but Kurt only took a step forward, in front of Blaine. Protecting him.

"You heard me. How pathetic can you get if you're making fun of someone else when you're hardly perfect yourself. I bet you're just jealous that we have powers and you don't!" Karofsky seemed to recoil at that.

"I wouldn't want to be a freak like you." He tried, obviously intimidated by Kurt's boldness.

"Is that so? Well, being a freak like me makes my life much easier unlike your sorry excuse for one." Kurt answered back, earning a few gasps from the audience around them. Everyone turned to Karofsky in anticipation of what he would do next and, under everyone's scrutiny; he did the only thing he could think of. He threw a punch.

Before the punch could even touch Kurt, a hand flew out to stop it. Kurt turned to his left and found Sam standing there, jaw clenched, along with 2 other versions of him. Behind him was Mercedes, arms crossed and glaring at Karofsky in distaste.

"Back off." Sam practically growled at his face. Kurt turned to Blaine and rolled his eyes.

"The Nova Potentia, here to the rescue" he muttered and turned back to the situation at hand. Each version of Sam was now pushing Karofsky back to his locker and he threw his arms up in surrender.

"Alright! Fine. I'll go." He said through gritted teeth and pushed them out the way before stalking off. The audience was cheering as Sam went back to Kurt and Blaine.

"Are you two OK?" He asked, concerned.

"Just peachy." Kurt replied, grabbing Blaine by the hand and dragging him away from the scene. They got the toilets near the Glee club that no-one ever went to, so the Glee club made it theirs. When they got there Blaine stumbled in and after regaining his composure, slowly took a seat on the edge of the sinks whilst he curiously watched Kurt fixing his hair. Kurt's face was red with either embarrassment or anger but Blaine couldn't really tell what. Blaine closed his eyes and brought up the courage to speak again.

"Kurt?" He asked quietly, barley loud enough for Kurt to hear. Kurt did hear however, and stopped what he was doing to look up at him.

"Yes?" He replied.

"David Karofsky is an ape." He stated cautiously. That wasn't what Kurt was expected. He let out a nervous laugh, not knowing what to say.

"OK?" He finally settled with. Blaine hopped off of the sink, took a few steps forward so that he was in front of Kurt and leant on the adjacent sink.

"What you said to him out there was so brave. I've never really had anyone stand for me like that…but you're so small. He's an ape-like ignoramus as you so kindly put it." Blaine smiled slightly. "I don't want to see you get hurt. Especially from that brick of a person. He's not worth it."

Kurt smiled sadly and put his comb back into his bag. Turning back to Blaine, he held his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I will always look after my friends, Blaine. No matter what the cost. Anyway, I have way more power over Karofsky. A Poten shouldn't be afraid of a Solitus…"

"A Solitus?" Blaine asked, confused. Kurt stared at Blaine for a second. "You have a lot to learn…" He murmured. "A Solitus is a human without power. A non-Poten, if you wish."

With that, he let go, letting Blaine's hand fall limply at his side and walked out of the toilets to the Choir room with Blaine following after a moment of looking in the mirror and smiling at his reflection.

When they got to the Choir room, everyone was already seated, which seemed to always be the case whenever there was training. Unfortunately, the only two seats available were on opposite sides of the room so after a quick glance at each other, Kurt sat between Mercedes and Rachel whilst Blaine sat between Finn and Sam. All that could be heard was quiet conversations within small groups of people until Mr. Shuester came into the room. The room suddenly went quiet as Mr. Shuester dropped his bags heavily on the floor next to his desk and both Kurt and Blaine felt an uneasy feeling at the pit of their stomachs. "Listen up guys. This is an emergency. Before fifth period, somebody broke into Artie's locker and stole the key he had to my desk." A few gasp were heard around the room from the girls and the guys where looking around at each other, most probably trying to figure out which one of them did it.

"Now, I know nothing has been stolen from my desk so if the person that took it can own up now, they wont get into any trouble." He stood straight and stood in the centre of the room, arms crossed, attempting to seem intimidating. When no-body said anything Kurt looked towards Finn, the events of the last few days clicking in his head.

"Hey Finn, what was it you asked me to help you with this morning?" He asked suspiciously. "I think I cut you off. I never really got to hear what you wanted to say."

Finn glared at him as the rest of the Glee club looked his way.

"Hey Kurt, what has Blaine been doing in your room at the dead of night? Each night." He shot back, sparing a glance at Blaine, who at this point started blushing as red as the Cashmere sweater he was wearing. The attention was suddenly turned on Kurt, whose eyes went wide the moment Blaine's name was mentioned.

"I…Blaine hasn't been in my room. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I think you do." Finn replied, a smirk forming on his face. Mr. Shuester decided that he should intervene.

"Enough!" He shouted. "You can talk about that after training. I just have to say to whoever stole the key…I'm very disappointed in you."

The rest of the training was slow and boring. No-one was in the mood to do anything and the tension in the air between the brothers wasn't clearing up any time soon. Finn got a variety of cuts and bruises that Kurt down right refused to heal, Blaine seemed to stay behind Kurt throughout the whole of the training and Santana got irritated at the lack of energy so she kept trying to burn Sam's butt as he tried to run away. By the end of it all, everyone sat back on their chairs, waiting for Mr. Shuester to dismiss them. When he finally did, they all ran out leaving Blaine, Kurt, Artie and Mr. Shuester by themselves. Mr. Shuester then remembered the training lesson that was supposed to happen.

"Guys, I'm really sorry but with the key going missing, I really have a lot of work to do with Artie. I will see you two on Tuesday though, OK?" He said, giving them a thumbs up and collapsing in his chair as they hurried out.

"God, that was tiring." Blaine moaned when they walked out of the school doors. Kurt stopped walking, causing Blaine to lightly bump into him. "Hey, what happened?" He asked, confused. Kurt frowned.

"Finn took the car." Realisation dawned on Blaine's face and he looked towards his own car. After a moment, he grabbed Kurt by the hand.

"I'll give you a ride!" he announced cheerfully, dragging Kurt down the stairs and towards his car. He opened the door to the passenger's seat for Kurt and bowed slightly, a lopsided grin clear on his face. Kurt laughed at this.

"What a gentleman." He commented, entering the car and putting on his seatbelt. Blaine shut the door and hurried around to the driver's side.

"To Kurt's house!" He declared. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"No doubt you know where it is…"

"Shut up."

Blaine pulled the car up in front of Kurt's house and turned the engine off. When he turned his head to look at Kurt, he was smiling back at him.

"Thank you for the ride, Blaine. Even if it did consist of Katy Perry persistently blasting out the speakers."

"Everybody loves her. They are just too scared to admit it. You are very much welcome though." They stayed there, smiling at each other before Carole opened the front door.

"Kurt sweetie, Is that you?" She called from the porch. Sighing he opened the passenger door.

"Bye Blaine, see you around." He said hurriedly before getting out the door and closing the door behind him. Blaine drove off and Kurt stood on the sidewalk, watching him. When he saw the car turn a corner and out of sight, he sighed walking back to Carole and the house. He climbed up the steps to the porch when he noticed the plants near the side of the house where ruined.

"Wow Carole, I see gardening isn't a power?"

"What?"

"Nothing." He sighed and followed her back into the house.

Later that night, Kurt was lying on his bed with 'Teenage Dream' playing on his laptop, staring up at the ceiling when his bedroom window opened up and Blaine's head poked out of the window and searched for Kurt's face. When he spotted him lying on the bed, he smiled and carefully crept in. Closing the window behind him, he sat down on the swivel chair at Kurt's desk and picked up a book. When Kurt's last song finished, he sat up and took his headphones out of his ears. He looked towards his desk, screamed a scream he wasn't proud of and fell down on the ground next to his bed. Blaine panicked and jumped up from the chair, knocking it over and running towards Kurt.

"Kurt?" Burt shouted from the stairs. "What's going on up there?

Blaine picked Kurt up and they both looked towards the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Hide!" Kurt hissed at him. Blaine's eyes darted around the room. "Under the bed!" Kurt ordered.

Kurt pushed him to the floor and Blaine rolled onto the ground and under the bed. Getting on his knees, Kurt ducked to try and push Blaine further so that he wasn't visible. At that moment, Burt opened the door and saw Kurt knelt in front of his bed.

"Kurt?" he asked slowly. "What are you doing over there?" Kurt looked down at his knees and quickly stood up.

"Nothing! I was just...praying."

Burt stared at Kurt long and hard. "Praying?" he questioned, unbelievingly. "...why?"

"For my friends and family." Kurt replied simply. He heard sniggering from under his bed and kicked Blaine on his side, causing him to hit his head with a loud thump.

"What was that?" Burt asked.

"Stubbed my toe." Kurt replied quickly.

Burt looked suspiciously at Kurt and was about to close the door when Kurt's bedside lamp blew up, making glass shatter everywhere. Burt looked at the mess in shock.

"Kurt? Did you do that? Is that another power?" Kurt froze.

"Yes, dad. It is. Can you leave me alone for a bit to figure it out? It's kind of difficult..." Kurt asked sweetly. Burt nodded in understanding.

"Want me to get you anything?"

"...two chocolate bars?" Burt just continued to stare at him."My powers use a lot of energy...I get pretty exhausted." Kurt mumbled, staring at the ground.

"OK. Whatever you say..." he closed the door and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. Kurt lay on the floor and gave Blaine a hard glare. Blaine just smiled back at him, sheepishly.

"Sorry, I saw a spider and panicked. I'll replace the lamp." He said, rolling onto his stomach, ready to get out.

"No." Kurt put a hand on Blaine's arm to stop him. "My dad's coming back up with chocolate for us. Stay here." He ordered and ran to the door, opening it just before Burt could touch the door handle, took the chocolate bar and kissed him on the cheek, shutting the door quickly.

When he was sure that Burt had walked away from his room, he jumped onto his bed as Blaine struggled to get out from under it. When he finally stood up again, Kurt threw a chocolate bar at his head. Blaine scowled at him, bent down to pick it up and jumped on the bed, his head on Kurt's lap and chewing the bar loudly. They stayed in that position for a few moments before Blaine spoke up.

"So why is it called the Glee club?" he asked, wiping his mouth and turning his head to look at him. "I mean, it obviously isn't one."

"Well, at the beginning, there wasn't actually a club for people like us...so Mr. Schuester wanted to change that. There were too many clubs for him to start one for super naturals but the teacher that supervised the Glee club didn't actually have any students. He just used the excuse that he had a club to have an extra break and get out of doing duty in the lunch hall. So Mr. Schue told Principle Figgins and took the choir room for us to practice. We all kept being called the Glee club by the Solitus so it just...stuck."

""Oh." Blaine replied. Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh? Is that all you can say?"

"You know, you sure do seem to roll your eyes a lot." Blaine commented sitting up again. He spotted the mess on the floor. "I'm really sorry about your lamp. I should really clean that up."

"No, it's fine. I'll do it later." Kurt replied. Blaine lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, whilst Kurt just watched him. "You seem so care free here. You're always too afraid at school. Like someone's going to catch you out. There is nothing to be afraid of. I like this you. It's...endearing." Blaine rolls his eyes.

"Now who's rolling their eyes? Finn has seen you coming in. You couldn't have been more subtle?" Kurt asked.

"I didn't go past his side of the house. I was careful today, I promise." Kurt looked at his alarm clock next to him. It was already past midnight. He sighed got off the bed, opening the window and standing next to it, pointedly looking at Blaine.

"Come on. It's midnight and I need my beauty sleep." He cocked his head towards the window and walked back towards him, dragging Blaine's heavy weight off the bed by his arms.

"No! Are you kicking me out? I don't want to go!" Blaine complained from the floor. "Go Blaine! Before my dad finds you and brings out his shotgun." That was enough to have Blaine off the floor and already half way out the window.

"Fine, but you are coming to the party tomorrow, right?" Blaine asked hopefully, perching on the ledge. Half his body was in Kurt's house and the other half was out of it. Kurt rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Of course I am." He said. Blaine smiles and left the room completely.

"Wear something nice." Blaine told him before winking and jumping off the ledge and climbing down the roof. Kurt watched him until he ran off and out of sight.

"Don't I always?"


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