Hey guys, I'm back again. This chapter, if your trying to follow this along with the movie or something, its gunna get confusing. cuz since SCUA is based off of hancock, and is mostly AU, I jump around with events and such. I'm trying to follow the movie, but I'm also doing it my way too... if that makes any sense.

I'm still trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the ending... I've got most of this story planned out. well lets get on with it :P

btw I REALLY love the Balcony scene in this chapter. WARNING: Kurt drops the F-bomb

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A lot of questions crossed Kurt's mind as he dodged between buildings and through powere lines. The main one was why was he even doing this? He was just fine where he was, he didn't need anybody's respect.

Before he knew it, he had past the apartment building and had to make a U-turn. On his way down he hit the edge of the building a bit, chipping and causing some chunks of concrete to fall. They landed on a car parked near by, cracking the windshield, making the car alarm go off. Kurt sloppily landed, and inspected the car briefly. he decided it was fine and walked away towards the apartment building. A man ran out of a nearby shop and saw the damage done to his camery. "Sorry about that" Kurt called over his shoulder.

"Look what you did to my car, you asshole!" he yelled. Kurt stopped and turned around slowly. "Call me that again."

"Asshole!" The man shouted. Kurt sighed and took a step closer.

"Well look who's here." Blaine muttered as he leaned on the railing of the balchony, watching Kurt and an angry man below.

"Hey, Blaine, I got to get to a meeting. Have you seen my folder, I thought I left it on the kitchen counter?" Alex called from the kitchen as he rushed around putting his things together. Blaine turned around so Alex could hear "It's on the coffee table."

"Thanks."

Blaine nodded, smiling to himself as he turned around. A giant flash of navy blue and screaming flew past him, up into the sky. "Holy shit!" Blaine jumped back, hitting the sliding glass.

"What?" Alex asked, running onto the balcony. Blaine took a deep breath. "Kurt is here." He walked back over to the balcony a looked up, then turned and leaned back on the railing.

"Really? How do you know?"

The screaming buisness man flew right back past them, speeding towards the ground. Without looking behind, Blaine crossed his arms and shrugged "I just know"

Alex, with a shocked expression, leaned over the side, staring down at the street. Sighing in relief when Kurt caught the man, but clicking his tounge when angry people starting shout at Kurt. "This is why he needs your help."

"Doesn't mean I want to." Blaine sighed in sing-songy voice as he entered the apartment. Alex followed after him rolling his eyes. "Come on Blaine, you said you would do it."

"And I don't know what I was thinking" He called, entering the Kitchen and grabbing a glass of water. The front door opened and Kurt walked in, glancing around before ploping down on the couch.

"Hello Kurt," Alex said nicely, adjusting his black rimmed glasses and pulling on a jacket, "I saw what happened down there. You... throwing the man. That's not okay, don't do that." Kurt rolled his eyes and slouched deeper into the coushins. "And you need to work on your landings. Making big potholes and craters in the pavement isn't good."

"Whatever, you wanna teach me how to fly? Go ahead."

"Well, we are going to make those problems of the past. I have to go to a meeting, but you're going to get started with your therapy sessions."

"Where's the boyfriend?"

"Oh, Blaine's here." he pointed toward the kitchen where Blaine was leaning against the doorway.

"Sup?" Kurt nodded his head towards him, Blaine returned the gesture with an eye roll. "Don't you have a meeting Alex? That you're late for?"

"Oh shit, yeah! I have to go, but we'll pick this up later. Bye!" He ran out of the apartment and down the hallway. Alex impatiently pressed the elevator button, praying silently that Blaine wouldn't provoke Kurt and get himself killed.

"So Kurt, since we are going to be together for about an hour," Blaine said with fake enthusiasm and a forced smile, "Let's get to know eachother."

He crossed the room and sat on the oposite couch, facing Kurt. He took a last sip of water before placing it down on the table. He looked back up and met Kurt's eyes for a second before he examined him.

They both sat silently for almost 20 minuets expecting each other. Blaine was wearing khaki pants and a navy blue polo shirt that, Kurt couldn't help noticing, defined his muscular structure well. His hair was, again, gelled back into perfection. Kurt on the other hand was a slob, his shirt had food and drink stains on it. It also looked grimy like he hadn't washed it in a week. He wore old, baggy board shorts and a red ski hat that was old and faded.

Kurt looked down at his hands when Blaine broke the silence first. "So, um, I'll start us off. My name is Blaine Anderson, I am a therapist, I'm 24 years old, I'm from Westerville, Ohio, and, ummm I don't like you." Kurt glanced up at this. "And may I add, I'm only doing this for Alex, because he's so set on helping you. Ya know, Alex is a good man, and whatever you're doing, don't let him down."

He let the words sink in, for a moment. Kurt sat up, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I don't... like you either." he finally stated. "So is it my turn?" Blaine nodded.

"Okay. I'm Kurt Hummel, I'm, apparently, a super hero, and I'm about maybe..." he looked up as if counting in his head. "102..? I don't know maybe older." he concluded.

"So... where are you from? Another planet?" Blaine asked.

Kurt laughed, making Blaine jump a little at the sudden outburst. "No, I'm from L.A."

"You didn't come in on a meteor or something?" Blaine actually sounded intrested in hearing his answer.

"Nope, woke up in a hospital."

"Like a government hospital? Were they running test and experiments on you?"

He laughed again, amused by Blaine's odd questions "No, just a regular L.A. emergency room."

"What? Come on. You're saying you just woke up... with super powers?'

"Yeah I had fractured my skull, and was shot. They told me I fell off a 5 story building when I was shot. They don't know who did it though."

"So somebody... knocked you out. Hurt the un-hurtable." Blaine was talking with his hands slightly.

"I guess I was regular before, and when I woke up I was changed. My skull healed in like, an hour, so did my gunshot wound. Doctors were astounded, wanted to know my story, but I couldn't tell them. Like, I don't know who I am..."

"Amnesia... like the blow to the head-"

"Yeah, that's what they figured."

"So you really don't rember anything."

"No... the only thing I had in my pocket was two movie tickets. The Sound Of Music." He gave a single laugh before going back to serious, "I went to sign out, but didn't know what to put. A lady that had gone crazy or something, started shouting at me. Calling me 'Kurt Hummel' and thats who I thought I was."

"How come I didn't hear about this, or read about it in any newspapers?" They both spun around, shocked by the sudden appearance of Alexander, who had been standing there for a few minutes. He set his things down, and sat next to Kurt.

"Uh, it was. It was probably in the papers about 75 years ago." he smiled, trying to lighten the mood abit.

"75 years?"

"I-uh, I don't age..."

"That's really cool." Alex looked at Blaine like 'woah, that is so awesome'.

"I have to wonder though, what kind of bastard must I have been, that nobody was there to claim me. I mean I know I'm not the most charming guy in the world, but nobody?"

He was looking down at his hands. Alex rubbed his back slightly, trying to comfort him and he glanced over at Blaine. Blaine was staring at Kurt, but seemed to be lost in thought. He looked, if anything, sad almost. Alex was surprised because Blaine was the last person he thought would feel sorry for Kurt.

"I'm the only one of my kind. Things can be kinda hard sometimes, ya know?"

Blaine stood up "I'm- I'm gonna lay down." he walked into the bedromm and closed the door behind him.

"Okay... So, Kurt, are you like Superman? Do you have lazer eyes or super hearing?"

KUrt laughed and sat up, smiling a little bit "No, I have regular hearing, just like you. and lazer eyes? Thats just fucking stupid."

Alex laughed and reached for the remote. Kurt stood and went to the kitchen. He came back holding a vodka bottle and he settled on the oposite couch and propped his feet up on the table as he began to chug the vodka. The TV clicked on and the local news was on. the headline story of what they were talking about was a Bank robbery in progress. Two children and a wounded police officer were being held captive inside.

"Oh my god." Alex breathed, standing up and walking closer to the flat screen, "This is it. This is our chance!"

"Hmmn?" Kurt removed the half empty bottle from his lips and stared confusingly at the screen and Alexander.

"This is your chance to redeem yourself!" kurt sighed, he didn't like where this was going.

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aaaaannnndddd that's all for now! I will hopefully update soon. wow this chapter is really long, longer than they usually are.

well I'm really tired cuz its about 1 am so im gunna go to sleep. don't forget to review! :) reviews make me happy and give me inspiration :P