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-JC

Title: Gift From The Stars

Rating: Personally I think it could go from PG-13 to R, but you be the judge

Chapter: 4 out of 20?

Genre: Romance, Mystery, Drama, trying hard for Comedy, Supernatural?, Fantasy... I know! A lot right?

Chapter 4

The Teacher

Three hours!

Three hours!

Three stupid wasted hours!

Kurt stayed up for three freaking hours looking for any information on the zodiac signs! And the only results he managed to get were about fucking horoscopes! Apparently, he was going to get some money this month, so he should work harder towards his goal, but that's besides the point.

There was absolutely nothing online that had any information about whatever it was that was happening to him! He found nothing about the zodiac signs giving anyone power, nor did he find anything about zodiac markings found on a person's body in the past. At least not one that shared the same style. Kurt wasn't even sure why he was assigned Virgo, his birthday was in May, far away from what Virgo was.

With a groan of complete and utter annoyance, Kurt fell into his bead, tired and not really ready for school tomorrow.

His alarm clock sounded through the room, Kurt rubbed his eyes attempting to get rid of some of the crusty stuff that appeared on them as he slept. He gave a few yawns and tasted his own mouth, swallowing the saliva that pooled inside. He looked around, noticing the laptop open, to realize what he did most of the night. Kurt rolled his eyes. This is so not good. Kurt walked towards his vanity and surely enough, there was a tiny hint of bags that started to form. To the normal human eye, it seemed unnoticeable, but it was noticeable enough for Kurt.

He applied some makeup to try and hide the seemingly noticeable mark under his eyes when he noticed the mark on his arm through the mirror. So it wasn't a dream. Kurt thought, looking down on it and touching the mark on his right arm with his fingers.

"Son, are you ready?" Burt sounded from the other side of the door, quickly, he finished applying his makeup and getting ready, putting on a marvelous display for himself in the mirror. Once happy with his outfit, he exited his room and sat down on the table, ready for a new day.

Burt marveled at Kurt's ability to hide his bruise from the other day. It wasn't like Kurt to hide these things, in fact he had been at his proudest when Kurt decided to finally tell him that he was gay. Burt wondered even more, finally asking Kurt the question. "Kid, what happened to your bruise?" Burt didn't really know what to ask. He knew that the bruise was hidden in makeup, but he played innocent and asked that question.

"Makeup. I don't want people seeing that! And since there was really no skin broken, I took the opportunity and covered it up." Kurt took a bite out of the toast Burt made, slightly wincing at the taste. It had been burnt once again, but oh well, he didn't really expect better from his father. Burt looked up, his eyebrows crossed, probably asking Why?, but before he could say a word, Kurt interjected. "It makes me look weak dad, and weakness is something I can not afford," especially because, Kurt wanted to add, but opted not to. He didn't want to tell his dad about Blaine yet.

"Ok, kid, you better go or you're gonna be late." Burt looked over the clock situated on the wall. Kurt hurried himself and got his satchel from the living room couch, waving goodbye to his father as he left the house.

Kurt could barely listen to his Trigonometry teacher as he pondered what had happened. Nothing made sense at all. It all started when he met Blaine, and according to the Warbler, he also gained the ability to make fire at about the same time. Kurt looked through many websites, most of them about video games and certain comic books, about superhuman abilities. Hypnotic Suggestion and Pyrokinesis were very common abilities spread throughout the science fiction world, but their origins did not match up with theirs at all. The ability only appeared recently, so it wasn't like they were born with it and he was sure neither of them were dipped into a vat of toxic waste.

Kurt felt a small tap on his shoulder, causing him to shake his head and snap out of his thoughts. "Mr. Hummel? Is there something wrong?" Ms. Vayne said, sounding awfully concerned. Kurt had always been an attentive student, never really attempting to cause a riot in class, but it worried her that Kurt wasn't listening to the lecture. The regular teacher always praised him in the teacher's lounge, so it really surprised her to the least.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Kurt said, raising his head up with his usual reverie, using a hand gesture to ensure his wellness to the teacher. She turned on her heel and went back to the front of the class, Kurt seeing a weird tattoo at the back of her neck suddenly appear out of nowhere. Kurt looked into the other marks of the zodiac while he researched, and he was definitely sure, his teacher had the mark of Aries.

Once the class was over, he picked up his notebook, book and folder and jammed it into his satchel, hurrying over to the substitute teacher that sat in front of the class. She packed her things and looked like she was ready to go as well. "Ms. Vayne?" Kurt asked as he approached, holding on to the strap of his bag, his voice threatening to crack anytime soon. "Can I ask you something? It's kinda personal."

The teacher looked up from the desk. A couple of hairs blocked her eyes so with a slight brush, she pulled the blonde streaks behind her ear, only to have them fall back out, but this time to the side of her face. "Sure," she replied, checking over a couple of papers that she was given. "Have a seat."

He was about to ask, even though he didn't want to. He wasn't sure if he was even supposed to ask. It could just be a normal tattoo, but he could have sworn that the art style was so similar to his and Blaine's "When did you get that tattoo?" At the question, the teacher perked up, her eyes wide open and hands firmly put on the table. Kurt looked nervous. He knew he shouldn't have asked. "I-I-I" Kurt managed to sound out, as the teacher hurried towards the door and locked it, pulling down the blinds that hung over the glass on the door. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ask," Kurt voiced out as she crossed to the windows, closing every single one of them. "I was just curious." Once the shorter woman was done with whatever it was she was doing, she glanced over the taller boy, with a raised eyebrow. The sweat that formed under Kurt's small sideburn was very much visible.

"What are you?" The teacher asked without hesitation, standing in front of Kurt. Her stature was rather small, but with Kurt sitting down, it felt as if she was a hundred times taller than him.

"What?" Kurt flinched a little bit not really sure of what the woman wanted to know.

"Your sign, what's your sign?"

"V-Virgo." The teacher burrowed her face into her palm, disappointed at something, but Kurt didn't know what. "But how'd you know I'd have one?"

"Listen to me Kurt, let no one know you've been marked," she said, giving Kurt a tern look that totally differed from the kind and gentle person vibe she gave off when the period started. "This is a heavy burden that's been placed upon you," She looked away for a second, looking at the board. "I guess me getting a job here at McKinley wasn't coincidence after all. Anyway, meet me here after school, and bring anyone else you know that's been marked."

The boy could only nod as he sat in the small stool. For some reason there was way more behind this than he could have foreseen. What did Ms. Vayne know, and why couldn't anyone else know about their abilities? Kurt had so many questions, but as of right now, the petite blonde was urging him to go to his next class. Kurt walked out the room, taking hold of his satchel once more and looking back at the teacher. "Go!" She yelled out, waving her hand as if shooing Kurt away.

As Kurt walked through the student-less hallway, he took out his phone, texting Blaine.

K: Hey Blaine, I think I found something out, meet me here at school at 4.

Kurt looked around the hallway before turning the corner. He didn't know what was up, but he was kind of glad Blaine was there to share it with him. Suddenly, a big hulking person appeared out of a classroom. Azimio Adams was David Karofsky's best friend and, like the latter, he also made it his life's mission to make life worse for Kurt. The countertenor tried to avoid any if at all confrontation, his mind boggled with convoluted ideas as of present and he didn't want to add bullying back to the list.

"Hey Lady Face!" Kurt groaned, trying to fast walk away. he rolled his eyes as Azimio ran for him. "Yo! Come back here!" The bully grabbed Kurt's vest, pulling him back in the process. He almost lost fell to the floor, grabbing on to Azimio's football jacket to avoid hitting the ground. "Don't touch me you freak!" The bully kicked Kurt on the arm, causing him to lose grip and fall to the floor. They looked at each other in silence before Azimio broke it. "Listen here, I don't know what you did to Dave, but you better get the hell out of his way or I swear-"

"Stop." Kurt said standing up, he didn't want to do this, but he was forced to. Azimio was already on his nerves and he didn't really mind taking advantage of the power he had. He was gifted, and he might as well use it, no matter what the teacher said. "You're gonna stop Azimio, you're gonna stop this whole thing, the bullying. Every time you feel like punching someone in the face for no reason, punch yourself. It would do the world much better," Kurt scoffed to himself as he walked off, head raised high and hips swaying. Azimio was left standing there staring into space.

Kurt checked his phone for a reply, and sure enough there was one.

B: Oh, ok I'll be there

The tall brunette waited outside in the parking lot. He played with his fingernails, picking at it, making sure that it was clean. There wasn't really any need for him to do that, but it was already quarter past four, and Blaine still hasn't arrived. He gave a big sigh, looking around the asphalted landscape around him. It was filled with cars and trees and grass, cement and flowers and some little squirrels running around.How can a day so normal feel so abnormal, Kurt thought to himself before seeing a person in a navy blue blazer waving at him from afar.

They slowly approached each other. About halfway through the parking lot, Blaine stopped waving and plainly walked to accompany Kurt. "So, what'd you find out?" Blaine asked, walking beside Kurt towards the building. He put his hands in his pockets, feeling the cold breeze waft over them. He rubbed his fingers inside his pockets, and suddenly felt warm.

"God Blaine, aren't you cold?" Kurt asked, surprised that the boy only wore his uniform and nothing else.

"No, why? Are you?"

"Well, we can't all make fire with the snap of our fingers can we?" They entered the school once more. The empty halls was somewhat creepy, mainly because Kurt had only seen this setting when filled with other students mucking about their business and/or taunting him.

"That reminds me, what about you?" Blaine turned to Kurt, stopping in his tracks, which in turn made Kurt stop walking as well. "What can you do?" A smile donned Kurt's face, thinking of all the possibilities. Oh my oh my, Kurt thought to himself, raising his eyebrow, tapping his chin with his forefinger. Blaine looked at the taller teen in front of him with a raised eyebrow, curious at the least of what Kurt was about to do.

"You want to know?" Now Blaine was worried, by the tone Kurt was giving, he was surely up to no good, and once Kurt jumped up, clapping his hands rapidly and ooh-ing in his signature high voice, Blaine felt nervous. He backed up a little bit, seeing Kurt point over to tall guy that turned the corner. "Finn!" Kurt called over, not really giving the person a choice. "Come here!" Blaine looked over at the tall teen, who stopped in his tracks before answering Kurt's beckoning, walking over to them. "Now, are you ready?" Kurt asked Blaine, looking over with an almost evil look in his eye.

"Sure?" Blaine answered with hesitation in his voice, his eyes a bit furrowed.

"Oh don't worry, well, I was gonna do it on you, but you can't really see it happen."

"Wait what?" Blaine's voice went higher than usual, giving Kurt an almost shriek, Finn just standing near them, as if waiting for something to happen. Kurt turned on his heel, his hands interlocked with each other.

"Finn? Could you dance for us please?" Kurt said, asking as if he was a little kid asking his parents for candy. Blaine thought it was the cutest voice ever, but he wasn't so sure about his request. Why would the person in front of them dance? Let alone in front of a stranger.

"Ok." Finn said in a monotone voice.

"Huh?" Blaine reacted, seeing the most ridiculous scene he's ever seen. The boy called Finn was dancing the most typical teenage boy dances he's ever seen, and quite frankly, he's doing it all wrong. Finn's left arm connected to his neck, and his other arm connected to his ankle. He pulled both arms near and started dancing. Kurt hid his laughter, while Blaine just looked at Finn with his mouth open.

"Finn, you can go now." He managed to say, his laughter trying to take over his voice. As Kurt turned around to face Blaine, Fin still had his hands on his neck and ankles as he hopped through the hallway. "Oh and you can stop dancing!"

"What the heck just happened?"

"So you can control minds?" Blaine asked, trying to completely comprehend what Kurt was saying to him.

"Well, no not really, I can leave suggestions in their brain, whether they do it the moment I say it, or later is still confusing, but I think I got the gist of it. Okay, we're here." Kurt said, opening the door to his Trigonometry classroom. He noted the darkness of the room, much like it had been when he left a couple of hours ago. "Ms. Vayne?" He called out, crossing over to where the light switch was located, flipping it on. The lights failed to open as Kurt and Blaine entered the dark room. "Ms. Vayne!" Kurt called out again, Blaine continuously flipping the light switch on and off.

"Are you sure she's here?" Blaine asked, his necktie suddenly feeling very tight. He put his finger in between, loosening it up, but it didn't feel any more loose than it did before. Kurt continued to walk forward, opening the door even more, letting more light into the room when he felt his knees weaken and instantly fell to the floor. "Kurt! Kurt!" Blaine rushed over next to the boy on the floor. Angered and scared, he waved his hand downwards, forming fireballs on his palms, looking around. He shot his arm up, lighting up some parts of the room. He couldn't see anybody else in the room, so could have caused this? With a quick flick of his arm, the fire dissipated. Blaine grabbed on to Kurt, carrying the taller boy on his shoulder and into the hallway. After a few steps out, he felt his legs weaken and his eyes droop. Soon enough, he found himself lying on the floor as well, Kurt beside him as he fell into the land of dreams.

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-JC