A/N: Well, here is Chapter Four, and where I introduce my OTP :D ! Isn't it exciting? Sorry it took so long, I have a crapload of school work now.
Also, I'm trying to include some more songs (that aren't written by me (I can practically hear you sigh with relief)), so any requests or songs I'd be more than happy to try and include them somehow.
Okay, I wrote that above 6 months ago, and now I've finally finished the chapter. Oh dear, that's not very good at all. But anywho, I hope whoever does in fact read this gets some sort of enjoyment from it. If you can see past my horrible writing, that is. This chapter is more of a reminder I'm not dead, and to see if people actually still want to read this.
But wow, two updates in a day, I'm kind of proud of myself. *Pats back* Good job, me.
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Sam rested against his weight machine, pumping his shirt with his hand to guide air to his chest. Breathing deeply, he stood up and inspected his physique in the large mirror. He sighed, pinching his obliques. His shoulders sank as he managed to grab a decent chunk of his skin, which was misinterpreted as fat. He had made sure to check that the gym was empty, and it was. Who else but Sam would have the obsessive urge to exercise during his Lunch period?
"Darn those Cool Ranch Doritos," he mumbled ruefully. He blinked, noticing the déjà vu, causing a goofy smile to stretch across his face. He made his way to the ice bath, staring at the tub and reflecting on his thoughts.
More of the students in the Glee Club had discovered they had powers now, and he was doing his best to smile with congratulations rather than frown with jealousy when they exhibited their new abilities. He was happy for them, he really was, he just couldn't disguise his longing. Even behind the jock look of his he was just a regular nerd, substituting the academic smarts for modest attractiveness.
When he had his own room it was covered with posters of Avatar, The Fantastic Four, The Justice League, and the like: he'd seen Avatar half a dozen times, and even though he won't admit it, he has had the tantalizing fantasy of gaining superpowers. More than once. And then, the once in a million chance for him to receive them comes along, and nothing.
Nothing, Sam thought bitterly, his brow furrowing. He stripped his shirt off and plunged into the icy water of the bath, hoping the brisk feeling would make his feelings wash away. In a way, they did. His bitter covetousness dissolving into shock as the part of him that was underwater seemingly disappeared. Sam jumped out of his bath, his body fully intact. He stared dumbly at the bath. He could always see his legs through the veil of the water, so why was this time so different?
Sam lifted a shaky hand, imitating the movements of Aqua Man when he received a new hand from the Lady of the Lake. Copying the distinct motions he had remembered, the digits on his outstretched hand twirled elegantly. Sam concentrated, maintaining his motions and willing for something to happen when the water from his bath gracefully moved upward into the air, synchronizing its movements with Sam's fingers.
"What…?" Sam mumbled to himself, a giddy smile stretching across his face. He snapped his hand into a fist, and the suspended water dropped lifelessly back into the bath with a small splash. "Yes!" Sam yelled in triumph, leaping across the room. He laughed carelessly. He had received powers with no visible downside: nothing else mattered right now. He was so caught up in celebration he didn't notice a figure enter the gymnasium, visibly amused by the choreography he witnessed. The boy waited with a coy smile, pausing to see if Sam would stop bounding around the room and noticed his presence. After half a minute his patience was worn thin.
"…Sam?"
Sam froze, one knee in the air and a hand suspended in motion. Staring blankly, his face lowered to relief as he saw it was Puck.
"Oh, it's just you," Sam sighed with smile.
"Just me? That's not the politest way to greet your boyfriend," Puck grinned, reaching Sam in two strides. He interlaced their hands before reaching in for a hello kiss.
It was a partially new secret relationship that only the Glee club and their families knew about: Spuck. It started off as a friendship, then blossomed into a bromance. Then when Sam moved into a motel, he noticed how caring Puck was being. He would order Pizza for him to deliver and try to force him to eat it with him, or at least take a hearty tip. He would give him clothes and still treat him like the same old Sam – which is what he liked the most. After the news of the motel broke out, everyone viewed him in an empathetic light, and it was bringing him down. Sure, he was living in a one room Motel with four other people, but he didn't need a constant reminder of it. And Puck would never mention it, and continue as if nothing had changed. They'd just sit and play video games like they always did. And then one night at Puck's house… well, it's obvious now, isn't it?
"I have something to show you," Sam announced, pulling out of Puck's arms. He balanced on the balls on his feet, trying to contain his excitement.
"Is it your dancing?"
"Shut up." Sam blushed slightly, turning his attention to the water. Twisting and tensing his fingers like before, he managed to manipulate another shaky ball of water. Letting it drop back into the bath he turned back to Puck. "So?"
"That's great!" Puck smiled, unable to suppress one at the sight of Sam's excitement. Sam looked like it was Christmas, and it was infectious. Puck found himself with giddy with empathetic pleasure. "Watch this," he instructed, making his hand into a fist. He opened it, and revealed the burning flames inside. He closed it again and extinguished the flame. Puck looked up at Sam, raising a confident eyebrow.
"Do you know what this means?" Sam marveled, unable to contain the joy in his voice.
"Duh," Puck said, "Hot, wet, steamy-"
"No," Sam laughed, "We're like superheroes! Isn't it amazing?"
"…Uh, I think I may need some more time before I can bash some Lima Losers and be a hero," Puck confessed, playing with the sleeves of his jumper. Sam noticed they were blackened and singed. "We've had these powers for less than three hours. Don't get ahead of yourself."
Puck gave Sam a hasty kiss and left the gym, leaving him alone. Sam had only had powers for about ten minutes, and he didn't know what to do with them. He had so many ideas, yet he couldn't divulge in any of them. It's like they all tried to get to the front of his brain first and they got stuck in the doorframe. But instead of ideas, he got questions. What happens when he gets wet? What if he tries to swim in public? Who can he tell? What would his hero alias be?
Sam returned back to the weights, hoping some physical exertion would calm his thoughts.
"Mum! I'm home," Santana announced, slamming the door of her house with an obnoxious bang.
"In the kitchen, sweetie," a voice called from a doorway. "How was school?"
"Eh," Santana said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing an apple from the dining table. She took a bite as her mother looked up from the stove, letting out a shriek as she noticed her daughter's appearance.
"Santana? What are you doing coming home like that!" Her mother sighed, "Wings? And horns? You look like a devil child! Take them off! Take them off now!"
"I can't," Santana said, bemused. "You act like I want to walk around as a human harpie."
"I don't care, take them off." Walking to her daughter, Santana's Mum forcefully tried to pull at the wings protruding from her daughters back.
"Ow! Stop, that hurts," Santana pushed away, and her Mother screamed.
"They moved! They moved!"
"They're real." Santana looked down at her feet. "They're me."
"I'm so glad you organized this last minute dinner, Kurt," Blaine said adoringly, stirring his drink with his straw. "I can't believe Breadstix is so quiet on Wednesdays."
"Yeah," Kurt replied with a sigh.
"Hey," Blaine soothed, grasping his boyfriend's arm. "Something's up. Did Finn get food stains on your scarves again?"
"No, it's not that. It's this." Kurt checked that their adjacent tables were clear before levitating the basket of bread sticks on their table.
"Oh my God!" Blaine said in a hushed whisper. "How did you do that?"
"I dunno," Kurt replied, lowering the basket back onto the table. "It's gotten easier - usually only when I was pissed I could do real damage. Now I'm getting more control."
"But that's amazing!" Blaine laughed, "Why are you sad about it?"
"Because of this." Kurt withdrew a torn sheet of paper and slid it across the table, eying Blaine with curiosity. He took the news rather easily, if he says so himself.
Blaine's eyes darted across the paper as he spoke its contents.
"'Soon, my revenge will be complete. Thanks to my trusty use of the internet and simple lying techniques I have enlisted the help of 'The Kryptonights' to rectify my retribution. Although I mock them for having a cringe-worthy name, they have shown that they would be formidable enough in my quest to win these rebounding attacks against those Gleek freaks.'
"'I can only wait in anticipation to witness the aftermath of their efforts. I hope they don't go in vain, like mine.'"
Blaine looked up from the paper, stunned. "Wow. What is this?"
"It's a diary page. Sylvester's - she means business." Kurt bit the edges of his finely polished nails. "It's my fault. Me and Santana lost it and tore up her office. Now she'll probably rip the Auditorium from the school."
"I'm sure you're just overreacting," Blaine assured him. "School's over tomorrow, it'll probably just blow over."
Blaine was wrong.
Settling for the night, Artie positioned his wheelchair in front his bed. Then, as if it was natural, he hoisted himself from his seat and walked around to fix his sheets.
Okay, I was going to add a section about Quinn, but that will have to be first thing next chapter. I justed wanted to hurry up and post this so no one thinks I'm dead. I'm really sorry for the 6 month wait, because this is most likely very horribly written.
Please read and review, you know the drill!
Mynt
