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This chapter is longer to make up for the fact that I took a month to update.
Sadly the story isn't getting as much attention as quiet a few people think it should.
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Blaine woke up feeling confused before blinking a few times and realizing that he was home for the summer and not back in his dorm room at Dalton.
He sat up in his bed trying to fully wake up. When he finally decided he was alive enough he went to take a shower before he grabbed breakfast. While letting the warm water wake him up further as he thought back to the last few days of being home.
Besides the whole ten minutes where he was upset over the cake on the floor it had gone pretty awesome. The Avengers seemed to like him well enough and he thought they were superhero badasses. Too bad their night got cut short when the team was called out to help with some terrorist problem in Austria. That left him and Pepper to their own devices till the team finishes up their super hero stuff.
Blaine sighed and turned off the shower and stepped out to dry. It wasn't that he didn't think that their job was important, he just wanted to spend time with his dad too.
That's not selfish, right? Wanting to spend time with your parents that you only get to see during vacations and random visits isn't selfish. At least that's what Pep told him. As much as he loves him mom he would be a lot happier to able to spend time with both parents, but he knew his dad would make it up to him as soon as he could.
At least he had Kurt. He may not get to hug him everyday but they text and talk on the phone all the time which helped Blaine not feel so lonely.
After tugging on a pair of khaki shorts and a white polo shirt he made his way out his room towards the kitchen. He laughed a little to himself when he tried to figure out how the team didn't question whose room was down the hall from theirs the entire time they've been living there.
"What made you laugh, Curly?" An amused voice came from in front of the teen in the kitchen.
Blaine looked up and smiled to Pepper. "Nothing, just trying to understand why no one on the team ever questioned why there was a random extra room in the same hallway as theirs." He explained while he sat down at the table and began filling a glass with cranberry juice.
"Ah." Pepper sat across from Blaine with her cup of coffee close by and started putting butter on her toast. "I don't really know how they overlooked that. I think they figured it's some sort of guest room that wasn't worthy of suspicion." She gained a thoughtful expression. "Weird considering that Clint likes to crawl through the vents. He's had to pass you room plenty of times."
Blaine stopped his fork full of eggs in front of his face and raised both eyebrows a little, "He climbs around in the air vents?" he asked incredulously.
"He's a super spy, sweetie." Pep lightly laughed. "He likes to spy on people. JARVIS does a good job of telling us when he's in the vents above our rooms though."
Blaine shook his head before grinning. "I can setup all sorts of booby-traps inside of an air vent." He shoveled some food in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "The whole thing is made of metal it's be easy to zap him or setup some sort of vocal echo to scare him."
"He's terrified of chinchillas."
Blaine blinked confused. "What?"
"Clint." Pepper clarified. "He's terrified of chinchillas."
"Cute, fluffy, adorable chinchillas?" Blaine asked not understanding how a grown man can be scared of such a harmless animal.
Pep nodded. "Yes, those adorable little fluff balls scare the man to death."
Blaine bit back a laugh. "W-why?"
Pep shrugged. "Something about Budapest. He and Natasha won't tell us anything other than that."
Blaine smirked. "So, why'd you tell me this bit of information?" he asked already knowing the answer.
"Oh, you know I thought it would help your creativity for future reference." Pepper answered with a small smirk of her own.
"Best. Mom. Ever." Blaine exclaimed with a wide grin.
"Of course I am, curly."
"So modest too."
"Be quite and eat your breakfast so you can go tinker in the lab."
"Yes, ma'am." Blaine mock saluted before going back to his breakfast with a smile on his face already planning the use of his newly acquired information.
A few days later found Blaine working in the lab. He was making a new watch for Kurt as a gift. Keeping in mind the person making the watch is a teen genus and the son of Iron Man, so obviously this was not going to be your normal everyday watch. Blaine grinned as he double checked the software he was downloading into the watch.
Pep looked up from the desk she was working at going through a contract offer with a company in Sweden when she caught the goofy grin on her son's face. "You have your Kurt smile on while you're working so I'm going to assume you're making him something, aren't you?"
Blaine jumped with a small yelp at the sudden noise amongst the silence in the room. He looked to Pep and smiled shyly. "Yeah, I am. I hope he likes it." He glanced down at his work and bit his lip.
"Well," Pepper got up from her chair and made her way over to Blaine to get a look at what he was working on. The watch was made of what looked like platinum and some black titanium, overall it looked like a beautiful watch, but it was hooked up to a computer so there had to be more to it. "It's clearly not a regular watch. Wanna tell me what it is?"
Blaine turned off the computer connection to the watch and put it on his right wrist. "It can do a lot of things really." He tapped the silver button on the bottom of the watch and a hologram screen popped up projecting three inches off the face of the watch and was 5x5 inches in diameter. "It has a motion sensitive hologram screen that allows him to navigate through the internet and apps." He paused as he clicked on the internet icon. "It's basically a computer made into a watch, but it can link to his phone too so he can make phone calls. And right there," he pointed to a small black circle on the top of the watch. "That's a camera he can use to video message or take pictures." Scrolling through some other apps before stopping. "This one might be my favorite. It receives fashion alerts and he can read any fashion magazine to ever exist on here even if it's like from thirty years ago or is going to be released tomorrow."
"Wow." Pepper nodded before a smile spread across her face like whenever Blaine was explaining something he was making to her. "You're an amazing young man, curly." She said watching a modest but proud smile made its way onto her son's face. "That boy Kurt will love that watch."
"You think so?" He asked shyly, looking back down to the watch and clicking the hologram off.
"Oh, I know so, sweetie." Pepper insisted and kissed the boy's forehead. "You're going to do great things, Blaine. Don't let anyone tell you any different." She gestures to the watch. "This is only the beginning."
A beaming smile stretched itself across Blaine's face. "You're supposed to say stuff like that, you're my mom." He said almost stubbornly.
Pepper rolled her eyes and ruffled the teen's hair. "As your mom I'm supposed to be honest with you and I am."
A mischievous twinkle flashed in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yes." Pepper said firmly.
"Then what really happened to my pet snake that I had when I nine?"
"Oh." Pepper looked slightly panicked. "He ran away?"
"Really?" Blaine said pouting using an innocent voice. "Are you being honest, mommy?"
Pepper's eyes darted around the room looking for an out so she wouldn't have to answer the question. "Ah…"
SLAM
Both jumped.
"Ma'am, Master Tony and the Avengers have arrived back." Voiced JARVIS.
"Oh! Great!" Pepper sighed in relief before smiling.
"But, mom-"Blaine started.
"Where's my kid and my other half?" Tony's voice said through the intercom. "I have cake!"
Pepper grabbed Blaine's arm tugging him out of his seat. "Come on, little B. We can't keep them waiting."
"But, mom." Blaine tried again. "What happened to-"
"Seriously where are you two?" Tony's voice exclaimed.
Pepper dragged Blaine up stairs to the living room where everyone was lounging.
"Pep, B!" Tony shouted as he got up from the couch to hug his wife and son.
"Hey, Tony." Pepper gave him a quick kiss.
Tony smirked before ruffling Blaine's hair. "Hey, little B."
"Daad!"
"Yes?" Tony asked as he kept ruffling Blaine's hair.
"Mom! Dad's messing with my hair again." Blaine hollered.
"Tony, leave Blaine alone."
Tony stopped and faux glared at Blaine. "Snitch."
Blaine beamed and stuck his tongue out at his dad before sitting next to Pepper.
"Wait," Clint started. "So is Pepper really your mom?"
"Yes." Blaine said firmly.
"You don't look like her." Nat pointed out.
"So?" Blaine said stubbornly. "She's my mom."
Everyone kept looking back and forth between Blaine and Pepper trying to see the relation making Blaine feel really uncomfortable.
Pepper sighed and pulled Blaine closer to her. "He's not biologically mine. I wasn't that lucky, but I was lucky enough to get him as a son at all. Any of you have a problem with that?" She asked narrowing her eyes.
"Oh." Clint said stunned. "Pepper is a scary mama bear."
"You bet your little Robin Hood bow I am scary when it comes to taking care of my kid." She said before turning to Blaine to make sure Tony didn't leave any tangles in the boy's curly hair.
Blaine and Tony smiled smugly to the stunned and scared group. Scaring the group even more when they noticed the Stark smirk was genetic.
"Ow! Maaa." Blaine cried out trying to move his head away from her hands.
"Get over here, you can blame your father for your pain since he tangled your hair."
Blaine pouted and turned his head to Tony. "It's all your fault." He grumbled to his laughing father.
"Aww." Tony pinched Blaine's cheek and cooed.
"Tony." Hearing his name he looked up to Pepper who was still fixing Blaine's hair. "You know better than to mess with his hair especially when it's long. Do I need to remind you what happened when you tangled his hair when he was six?"
Tony gulped and shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, Pep."
Pepper cleared her throat.
"Sorry, B."
Blaine tried to nodded and ended up with his hair getting tugged. He winced. "It's okay, dad. That's not a found memory for any of us."
Tony nodded and cleared his throat. "Ah, let's eat some cake!" He clapped standing up trying to clear the tension and snap the stunned people out of being scared of Pepper.
Later that night when everyone was in bed asleep a blood curling girlish scream was heard.
"Fuck you chinchillas! Stay away!"
There were thuds coming from the ventilation system followed by a bang that had every one run out of their rooms and into the hallway. Blaine just calmly opened his door and stuck his head out to watch.
Clint was on the floor where he fell trying to get out of the hall vent, and was breathing heavily looking petrified.
Pepper turned to look at Blaine who smiled smugly and shot her a thumbs up causing her to snort and laugh uncontrollably.
"What's going on?" A sleepy Tony asked.
"Don't worry, dad." Said a smug Blaine. "I'll show you the video tomorrow." He went back on his room and closed the door before crawling back in bed falling asleep happily.
Cough.
Kurt looked towards his father again who was decidedly not looking at him or Finn. Carole was in the kitchen slowly filling a glass with juice. No doubt trying to postpone going back to the table.
He ignored all this in favor of working on eating his breakfast. It was a nice Sunday morning. Well, if you didn't count the fact that his parents were acting strange.
The moment Carole sat down he looked up to see her eyes darting back and forth between him and his dad before having a quick glance at Finn. Weird.
He turned his head to the right to look at Finn who was looking at him too as though he had the answers to whatever the hell was going on. He didn't. It was times like this he wished he could use telepathy to talk to his brother, but they settled for their silent form of communication made of facial expressions and eye staring.
They settled on the fact that neither knew what was going on but clearly they were left out of something that their parents knew.
Cough.
They both looked to their dad, who was fidgeting in his seat. When he finally looked up Kurt raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Dad?" The teens questioned in unison, but they were too curious and concerned to high five over it this time.
Burt cleared his throat and looked to Carole who just nodded her head, but looked conflicted. He looked back to the boys and took a deep breath before speaking, "We're expecting company today, boys." He informed them and gaining confused looks from both.
"But it's a Sunday." Finn voiced confused, "No one comes over on Sundays, except to watch football, but there's no game today."
Burt nodded, "That's usually true, bud, but today we're having a special guest over."
Kurt narrowed his eyes and looked at his father, "Special guest?" he sat back in his chair. "You're making it sound worse the more you beat around the bush, dad."
Burt sighed slightly frustrated but smiled when Carole grabbed his hand and held it silently encouraging him to keep speaking. "Your grandfather is coming over today." He said with his eyes on Kurt.
Kurt beamed, "Grandpa George? Grandpa George is coming? Is Nana coming too?" he asked excitedly.
He looked so happy it hurt for Burt to tell him the truth. "No, Kurt. Neither are coming."
Kurt's face immediately fell, "I-I don't understand. You said my grandfather is coming but Grandpa George is the only grandpa I have besides the one's I have from Finn's dad and mom." He looked really confused and a bit hurt. "Mama, didn't have any family. So how else can I have another grandpa?"
"It's- I…" Burt sighed frustrated before taking a calming breath and to figure out how to word everything. "Kiddo, you know your grandpa George isn't my biological dad."
"He isn't?" Finn voiced timidly.
Burt smiled sadly barely noticing when Carole stood up but relaxed into the touch when she stood behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She heard the whole story just days before.
"Grandpa George didn't become my dad till I was fifteen. My dad left when I was twelve for his own reasons." He told the boys sadly.
Finn looked down at his empty plate. "Almost like me."
"Hey," Burt reached over and pat Finn's shoulder. "Buddy, there's nothing wrong with a having a step-dad as a dad. Grandpa George loves me just as much as he loves my little brother and sister."
"But how? You not really his son." Finn protested weakly.
Burt's eyes softened, "You know he'd say otherwise. It took years for me to believe him. Years of him sitting me down and telling me and promising me he wasn't going to leave like my other dad did. That he loved me too much to ever leave me behind. I didn't get it until I realized at the end of my senior year of high school that he'd been there for every touch down, home run, broken bone, broken heart, through all the good and bad that he really was everything a dad was and that he was my dad."
Finn nodded thoughtfully, "Like the way you are with me and Kurt?"
Burt laughed slightly, "Where do you think I learned to be a dad from?" he said good natured.
That got both boys to smile and most of the tension left the room.
"So," Kurt started, "Your real dad is coming over today?" he asked putting everything back on track.
Burt nodded, "Yeah he is. He should be here around lunch time."
"What's his name?" The younger teen asked.
"Erik." Burt tried not to seem suspicious. "His name is Erik."
"Erik what? His name isn't Hummel." Kurt asked.
"No, it's not. Hummel is your Nana's last name."
"Then what's-"
Finn cut him off, "Do we have to call him grandpa?"
After hearing Finn's question Kurt wasn't even mad about being interrupted. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Yeah, do we have to call him grandpa?" He repeated Finn's question.
Burt let out a light laugh, "No," He shook his head. "You don't have to call him grandpa. It might hurt him a bit but he'll understand."
"Well, good." Kurt said firmly leaning back in his seat with his arms still crossed.
"Yeah." Finn nodded mimicking Kurt's position.
Carole rolled her eyes fondly at the boys. "You two are just like long lost brothers."
Both teens smiled and looked to each other before high-fiving. "Yeah!" The shouted in unison.
Burt just shook his head but had a smile on his face. He could never get over the way Finn and Kurt clicked with each other. It was like they were meant to be brothers. As though this family was always destined to come together. For whatever deity sought for his life and family to turn out the way it did Burt will be forever grateful.
"Well, that's basically it, boys." He motioned to the empty plates on the table. "Take care of your dishes and go do whatever it is you want to do to kill time before Erik arrives."
"Alright." Kurt stood up and grabbed his plate with Finn trailing behind him. "Want to go work out and train for a bit?" he asked the taller boy as he put his plate in the dish washer.
Finn nodded excitedly. "Yeah, totally, bro." Closing the dish washer after putting in his plate.
"We're going outside to work out!" Kurt hollered over his shoulder to his parents.
"Don't break anything, boys!" Carole yelled as they left causing the teens to laugh.
"No promises!" The two said at once.
Ten minutes later found the two brothers in a clearing in the woods behind their house both dressed in cargo shorts, plain t-shirts, and athletic shoes.
"What should we do first?" Finn asked turning to Kurt and dropping a duffle bag on the ground next to him.
"Hmm." The boy looked around in thought and dropping his own bag on the floor. "Should we go for a run?"
"But you never get tired when we run. You can run for like forever!" Whined Finn.
Kurt smirked at his brother's behavior. "But we run so that I don't become lazy and so you can build up your endurance."
"Do we have to?" Finn nearly begged knowing there was no use arguing. In the end they always do as Kurt says.
Kurt sighed and looked up to Finn. "Yes, we do. There will come a time when we're going to have stand up against someone or something strong and we're going to need to be prepared."
How he knew this? He didn't know. It was a feeling he's had for long time now and the reason why he pushes him and Finn to train. He woke up one day not remembering what happened in his dream like always, but he remembered that something was going to happen. Like someone had given him a warning, the voice still stayed in his memory as though he's heard it countless times just like the others. The warning itself he was not going to take lightly. One day they're going to have fight and they would be ready.
"Like the government attacking mutants?" Finn asked confused.
Kurt shook his head at his brother's question before looking up to the sky. "Something worse."
Finn followed Kurt's gaze and looked up too. Nothing special just a clear sky. He thought more about his brother's words before looking back at Kurt. "Like a war?" He asked feeling like he already figured out the answer.
Kurt closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and looking back at Finn. "Yes, at least I think so. Bad things are going to happen." His voice growing from quite to strong. "But I promise you this, brother. We will win."
Finn swallowed audibly. War? They were barely old enough to drive let alone fight in a war!
"Are you with me, brother?" Kurt asked the taller teen.
Finn looked straight into Kurt's eyes. They were the greenest they've ever been. They were almost glowing. Now that he thought about it they kind of were. But that's not the only thing about them that caught his attention, it was the pure determination and trust he saw in them. He swallowed whatever fear he had down and nodded his head. "I will always be by your side, little brother." He said determined giving his trust to Kurt.
Kurt studied Finn for a moment before nodding and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Then we start with a run." He eyes softening in brightness.
Finn nodded and started stretching. "Sounds good."
Kurt smirked mischievously. "With the weights."
"Kurrrt." Now that brought back the whining.
"They help, Finny." Kurt said innocently as he made his way over to a shed in between two tall oak trees he unlocked the doors and disappeared inside.
"Kurrrt." Finn whined again slowly making his way over to the shed.
Laughter flooded the shed as Kurt reemerged with two black vests. "Here." He tossed one to Finn before putting the other on himself.
"You're evil." Finn mumbled as he finished strapping the vest on. He watched as Kurt went in the shed and came back out with two weight in his hands. He eyed them suspiciously. "How much are they?"
Kurt's eyes sparkled as he grinned. "Only forty pounds each." He handed one to Finn to hold as he walked behind the boy and opened the pocket in the vest and slid the weight in.
"Forty?!" Finn shouted trying to find his balance. "That's eighty total!"
Kurt laughed as he took the weight out of Finn's hands and put it in the front pocket of the vest. "Yupe!" He popped the 'p'. "But don't forget the leg weights." He sing-songed cheerfully.
Finn jaw dropped as Kurt disappeared bringing out two more weights and putting them in his vest before going back in and grabbing two sets of leg weights.
"Close your mouth, Finn. We're in the woods there's insects everywhere."
Finn shut his jaw and glared as Kurt laughed and took his leg weights and put them on. "Gods, Kurt! This is a hundred an ten pounds!" He said while trying to keep his posture straight.
Kurt just laughed louder. "I'm wearing the same thing, Finn!"
Finn knew Kurt was stronger than average but sometimes he felt like there was more to it like he was even stronger than he let on even to his brother. He wanted to question the guy about it but he knew Kurt would tell him eventually.
He settled for grumbling. "Evil, brother."
"Let's go!" Kurt managed to say as he continued to laugh.
With a sigh of defeat from Finn the two took off running through the woods on a path they memorized a long time ago. This won't be a quick run in the woods.
"Ugh. Evil. So very, very evil." Finn shook his head from his position on laying on the ground trying valiantly to catch his breath. "Most evil to ever evil in the history of evil."
Kurt sat down next to Finn and started taking off his vest and leg weights before taking Finn's off the poor boy while snickering. "It wasn't that bad." He insisted.
"Kurt!" Finn yelled turning his head to looking at the teen. "It was terrible. I feel like jelly! How long were we running?"
"An hour." Kurt said like it was nothing. He got the last of the weights off the taller teen he stood up and took his stuff back to the shed before going back for Finn's and doing the same.
"An hour!" Finn cried out. "How did we run ten miles carrying a hundred an ten pounds each in an hour?"
"Steroids." Kurt said with a blank face. "I snuck them into our breakfast."
"Not funny." Finn mumbled.
"We're just stronger than we look and it's not like we don't train all the time." Kurt pointed out.
Finn just nodded numbly and relaxed on the grass with his eyes closed. "You're right, man."
Five minutes later something poked him in the ribs and he ignored it.
Poke.
Poke. Poke.
Jab.
"Ow!" He yelled looking at Kurt who was laughing again. "What?"
"Time to train some more. Duh."
Finn wanted to argue but Kurt's words from earlier still rang fresh in his mind. With a deep breath he made himself get up and stretch his muscles that had tightened. "What are we doing?" He asked facing Kurt.
Kurt walked over to the duffle bags that had put on the ground earlier and opened one up. He pulled out some hand wraps and tossed them to Finn. "Now we fight."
Finn nodded and started wrapping his hands just like Kurt before grabbed a pair of MMA gloves from the bag and head gear. They took off their shoes before making their way to the center of the clearing to spar.
"Don't pull back, Finn." Kurt ordered.
"But-"
Kurt glared. "Don't pull back."
Finn sighed. "Okay. What about you?"
"I won't hurt you."
Finn did what he always does and trusted his brother.
"Ready?"
They both got into fighting stances.
"Yes." Finn said getting into the right mind set.
"Go." Kurt ordered. He always had Finn attack first.
Finn settled his heart rate and looked at Kurt studying him looking for a weak sport or the weakest opening he could find. Just the way Kurt taught him to. Quickly using his height as an advantage for strength he brought his right fist down to Kurt's left cheek only to have it blocked by a forearm.
With a grunt he brought his left knee upward towards Kurt's midsection. Again he was blocked but managed to send Kurt back a step. Seeing this he tried to swipe at the other teen's feet only to have Kurt back flip and avoid it completely.
"Shit." He grumbled.
"Focus, Finn." Kurt demanded.
Finn bit back a remark and did a punch jab combo. Right. Left. Left. With another knee up.
Everything he through at Kurt was deflected. It was frustrating.
He was caught off guard as Kurt punched him in the stomach sending him back a foot. He charged forwards as Kurt jumped up and put his hands on Finn's shoulders as leverage and flung himself over the taller boy landing behind him.
Kurt quickly before Finn could see it coming swiped at Finn's feet from under him causing him to fall. Before he could fall on his face he braced his arms for impact and pushed off immediately like a push up and spun so he stood facing Kurt.
"You're learning." Kurt stated.
Finn smiled and before he knew it he was flat on his back coughing to catch his breath that was knocked out of him when he hit the ground.
"Damn." He said cursing himself.
"You got distracted."
"Yeah."
"But you're getting better." Kurt offered a hand to his brother.
Finn gladly accepted the help up. "You think so?"
"I know so." Kurt said sounding proud.
Finn beamed. "I still don't know how you know how to fight but its badass."
Kurt shrugged. "I don't know. It's like I say every time. I could almost swear someone actually taught me how but I don't know how. I never took classes." He walk over to their water bottles and drank half of one before tossing it to Finn who finished it.
"Maybe you're half ninja."
Kurt raised an eyebrow and quirked one side of his mouth up. "Half ninja?"
"Yeah." Finn tossed the empty bottle into a bag. "You're like a really strong ninja and all this come natural to you."
Kurt just rolled his eyes amused. "Right. Now it's time to finish training before we have to get back to the house."
"Ugh. Fine."
Two hours later they were taking a break from their last spar.
"Boys!" Came the voice of their mom from somewhere back at the back door of their house.
"Shit." Kurt swore.
"Oh. Kurt, you swore." Finn laughed as he took off his head gear and tossed it in a bag along with his gloves and wraps. He shoved his shoes on and turned to Kurt who was doing the same before they ran back to the house.
"Sorry, mom." Finn shouted as they made it in the house.
Carole took one look at them before wrinkling her nose up. "Shower." She pointed to the basement.
Kurt didn't need to be told twice as he shoved Finn to their room.
Twenty minutes later found both teens clean and dressed making their way to the kitchen where their mom was making lunch.
"Can we have a snack?" Kurt asked using his puppy eyes on his step-mom.
"Yes, you need to eat more, you're still growing, baby." She cooed at him.
Kurt flushed in embarrassment. "Mom!" He shouted/whined. He started calling her mom just two days ago not long after Finn started calling Burt dad. To Kurt his real mom will always be his mama but Carole earned the title of mom.
Carole just smiled. "Yes, dear?"
Kurt hung his head and turned to the fridge grabbing some grapes. "Nothing." He grumbled and sat at the table ignoring Finn's laughter.
Finn grabbed some crackers and sat across from Kurt and kept laughing.
"Shut up, Finnick!" Kurt kicked Finn under the table.
"Ow! Kurtis!" Finn rubbed his now bruised shin.
Kurt was about to say a comeback but the doorbell rang making him shut up.
They sat quietly eating their snacks as Burt answered the door. They heard a quite. "Hello, Erik. Come in." and a "Thank you, Burtrum." As the sound of the door closing followed.
A minute later Burt came into the kitchen. "Come on boys, we're in the living room."
The boys shoved some food in their mouths as they fallowed their parents into the living room.
Burt and Carole made their way to the love seat and sat down causing the two boys to turn and see the figure sitting on the couch.
"What-"Kurt started.
"The-"Finn continued.
"Cheezus." They said in unison.
They stared unblinking until Kurt turned and punched Finn in the arm.
"Ow! What the heck was that for?" Finn cried out.
"Huh." Kurt blinked. "We aren't dreaming."
"Really?" Finn said unimpressed. "Next time I get to hit you without you getting mad."
"Fair enough, Finnick." Kurt shrugged looking back at the man on his couch.
"Whatever, Kurtis." Finn turned back when he heard a laugh.
'Erik' was laughing amusedly at the.
"You were right, Burtrum. They do act like brothers do." Erik told his son.
Burt just smiled a little, "That they do."
"Magneto?" Kurt asked.
Finn actually pointed at the man. "That's totally Magneto."
Burt snorted at the boys reaction before clearing his throat, "Boys, this your grandfather Erik. Erik, the taller one is Finn and the shorter is Kurt."
Erik stood up in front of the teens. "Hello, my grandsons."
A million thoughts ran through the teens heads.
"Hey, Kurt?"
"Yeah, Finn?"
"Magneto's our grandfather."
"Yeah, I figured that one out myself too."
Burt cleared his throat giving the boys a look bringing them back down to earth.
"Hello, Magneto." They spoke at the same time causing Burt to face-palm.
"Boys." Carole said warningly.
"It's alright, Carole." Erik reassured the woman. "You boys can call me Erik, Opa or Grossvater." He explained with his German rolling smoothly off his tongue.
"What do the last two mean?" Asked a confused Finn.
"Formal and informal terms for grandfather." Kurt explained. Erik nodded in approval.
"I kinda like Opa." Finn stated and shrugged. "It's not like we're calling him the American version of grandfather."
Kurt thought for a moment. "Fine. We'll call you Opa." He told Erik who beamed to the boys.
"Excellent." Erik smiled brightly in a way that surprised the two teens. "Let us sit and talk?" He asked as he sat back down.
The boys looked at each other before shrugging and sitting down on the couch. Burt wouldn't bring anyone into their home if they were going to hurt them. Plus, Kurt could totally take Magneto on. At least Finn thought so.
They spent the next two hours talking about anything learning things about Erik and Erik learning about the whole family. He was even able to tell the boys stories of Burt being a child and the trouble he would get into making them laugh. It was like they were a family and not just meeting for the first time.
After lunch they retreated back to the living room where after a while Erik about up a more heavy topic. "Your father tells me you inherited something of a talent from me, Kurtis."
"Just Kurt, Opa. I don't go by Kurtis." Kurt corrected him.
"Alright, Kurt."
Kurt didn't fidget under the curious gaze of his grandfather. "Yes. If you're referring to my ability to control metals than yes."
Erik nodded. "He told me of a time that you speed up the car when he was driving you to the mall."
Kurt tried not to blush. "I was twelve and excitable." He said defensively.
Erik laughed. "My boy, you do not know how powerful that makes you."
Kurt sat up straighter. "I don't care for power. I care for the intelligence to use whatever power one has to do the right thing."
Erik studied the boy in front of him. Many would wish for more power, many would wish for his power. The knowledge to know how and what to use power for was a power on its own. The wrong person with any amount of power can cause destruction, he angrily thought back to the holocaust. People with power does not simply refer to being a mutant but anyone with a form of control.
"The right thing may not always be the easy thing." He pointed out wanting to see what the boy would say. He felt as though he was testing him, he had to know his grandson would not make the same mistakes he made.
"The easy thing and the right thing aren't the same." Kurt shook his head. "The right thing may be hard at times, but if we were to always choose the easy way what is the point of power? Power is always different yet the same, Opa. I'm smart so the easy thing to do would be to stop going to school. The right thing is finding a better school, I'm at a better school now and I learn. " Kurt took a breath. "We use power everyday but it's up to us to make the right or wrong choices with that power. Two of the biggest powers are hate and anger but equal to them are love and acceptance. Small choices have big consequences." He tilted his head examining his grandfather. "Would you not agree?"
Erik stayed silent as did the rest of the family just absorbing the word that were laid out.
Finally Erik leaned forward. "Promise me something, Kurt. If there is ever one thing you do for me I ask you to make me a promise."
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows confused his eyes darting to his dad and back to Erik before he nodded. "Okay, Opa."
"Promise me," Erik grabbed Kurt's hands. "That you will never forget the words you spoke to me today. You will live by that of which you said. Do the right thing even if it is not the easiest to do."
Kurt stared unblinking into the older man's eyes before agreeing. "I promise, Opa."
"Good." Erik pat Kurt's arm. "Thank you, grandson."
Erik sat back and looked at Finn, "That goes for you too."
"I promise." Finn said quickly. "Plus, Kurt reminds me of that constantly."
Erik nodded before lifting an eyebrow at the boy. "You have a power don't you?"
Finn sputtered for a moment before Kurt whacked him on the back of the head. "Ow." He rubbed his head as he nodded at Erik. "I can phase and Kurt has me practicing phasing other people and things like cars."
"Impressive." He smiled at the two boys before his face went serious again. "One day you may need to use everything you've got."
"What do you mean, Opa?" Finn's face took on a curious look.
Erik looked between both boys. "Something is coming and we've must be prepared."
Finn swallowed nervously and shot a glance to Kurt whose face had hardened.
"What do you know?" He asked with a cold edge.
Erik now looked curious as to what made the boy defensive. "I know what can vaguely be foresaw by a few mutants. There is power coming and choices will be made." He tilted his head to the side. "What is it you know?"
Kurt looked to his parents with a face that said 'I'm sorry you're finding out' before looking back at his grandfather. He spoke one word the word that had put Finn on edge earlier.
"War."
"Come now, little one." One voice said sounding like a young man.
"Little one, it's time to train." Another voice almost identical to the first said.
Kurt blinked his eyes open and looked around.
He was in a bed room, everything about it screamed familiarity. He knew this was his room, the bed he was in was his and his alone. The thing was this was not his father's house and this was not the room he shared with Finn.
"Do not look so lost, little one." Voice one spoke.
"It'll all come back." Voice two added.
"It always comes back." They finished together.
Kurt turned his head to the side and saw two men that couldn't be older than twenty eight standing at the foot of his bed. Twins. His mind supplied. Brothers.
He blinked the sleep from his eyes.
"As see it's coming back."
Kurt got out of bed and stood up. He looked at the twins. "You're my older brothers."
"That we are." They said.
"We have to train for what is to come." Kurt said as he crossed the room to the closet and changed out of his sleep clothes.
"Correct, little one." Voice two said. "You need to train your powers if you are to win."
"I will win." He insisted tugging a shirt over his head before grabbing a pair of shoes. "WE will win."
The twins looked at each other before looking back at him.
"We do not doubt it, little brother." Voice one said firmly.
Kurt nodded tying his shoelace and standing up. "It's a shame that I will not remember this tomorrow. I never remember."
"It's for the best." Voice one commented.
"For your safety, little one." Voice two sounded sad about it.
"But one day, I will remember it all." Kurt told them.
They smiled to him. "That you will, little brother."
"What are going to work on tonight?"
The twins smirked mischievously. "Tonight we work on-"
Kurt woke up confused as always. It felt like he was missing something. Like he forgot something. He shook the feeling and thought away and almost screamed when he felt an arm wrapped around his waist but looked to the head resting on his chest.
"Noah." He shook said teen who was cuddling him like a seven year old cuddles a teddy bear. He never understood why Puck insisted on sleeping with him rather than Finn. Puck showed up to their house yesterday only a few hours after Erik had left.
That had been stressful. Well, the calming down his parents about the possibly foreseen war had been terribly stressful. Them insisting that the boys would not be child soldiers. To which Kurt told them, nothing is certain. He sighed, at his little white lie. At least they get to see Opa regularly now.
"Noah, get off I have to pee." He shoved that bigger teen off of him.
"What the-"Puck blinked sleepily at Kurt. "What was that for?"
Kurt shrugged. "I have to pee and you wouldn't let go." He said making his way to the bathroom.
After emptying his bladder he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. A nice warm shower to clear away his trouble. Everything else can wait until after breakfast. Too bad he was starting to get a headache. It was like someone was knocking on a door to his brain. No wait, more like slamming a tank into the door to his brain.
He dropped to his knees in the shower and cradled his head in his hands before screaming loudly at the pain.
There it is. Thoughts?
Talk to me, I beg of thee! Please?
1. Kurt's known powers are control of metals, intelligence, above average strength, agility, and endurance (The extent is to be determined). Everything else will come as the story progresses.
2. Yes, Kurt will be going to visit Blaine. When? You'll have to wait. Sorry, I can't just jump straight into that. There are things that must be explained before hand.
3. About Finn, the family knows about his power. Kurt, Burt, Carole, his grandparents, and surprisingly Puck. No one else.
4. I know you're going to ask about Finn, the twins, the weird dreaming that's not dreaming, the war and stuff. Bring it on.
5. Ah. Idk what to put for five. I like pizza!
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Love,
Nemo.