Take two entirely different boys.
Add a lifechanging accident no one can really explain.
The result? Chaos, of course!
If Kurt needed to describe his life, he would say: Exciting. He is one of the most popular kids in school, has an exciting 'side job' and a passion for fashion designing.
If Blaine needed to describe his life, he would say: Easygoing. He only has a handful of friends, isn't that popular either and has nerdy hobbies such as reading comics or Harry Potter novels.
They have absolutely nothing in common.
Until one accident connects them to each other. From now on, they have powers. Complement powers. They need each other, whether they want it or not.
Well, too bad that they are not exactly on good terms with each other.
A/N: I know, I know. I should be working on my other stories, but everytime a story pops up in my head, I just can't help it, I have to write it down before it vanishes.
I thought of that story after having watched Cloak and Dagger, but don't worry, it will be an entirely different storyline with drama and...who would have thought, lots of Klaine xxxD
Anyway, enjoy ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
The principle of Yin and Yang is that all things exist as inseparable and contradictory opposites, such as negative-positive, dark-light, old-young, sun-moon. The two opposites of Yin and Yang attract and complement each other, neither pole is superior to the other. As an increase in one brings a corresponding decrease in the other, a balance between the two poles must be reached in order to achieve harmony.
-Unkown
"What are you reading, dude?"
Blaine looked up from his phone. Sam was standing next to him, looking at his display, interested. The blonde boy scrunched up his nose in confusion. "Yin and Yang? Since when are you interested in that stuff?"
"Mom shared that article. She wants me to broaden my horizon by sending me links of thousands of random articles. Yesterday, I needed to read something about the history of drawers", Blaine explained, grimacing.
Sam sat down next to him in McKinley's cafeteria. "If you want to know more about it, ask Tina. She knows enough about Chinese stuff."
"For the hundredth time, Sam, I'm NOT from China!", another voice behind the boys complained, indignant. "It's as if you would ask someone from Ohio about the Californian culture. And I'm adopted." Tina sat down on their opposite, pouting. "You are lucky that I love you guys anyway."
"Awww, even me?", another voice behind them cooed. Another boy rolled over to the trio with his food tray, winking.
Tina laughed. "Yes, even you, Artie."
Artie grinned and retrieved something from his bag. "Have you seen this? McKinley organizes a bonfire tomorrow evening." He pushed the flyer to the center of the table.
Tina's eyes lit up. "Sounds awesome! Are we going? The four of us?"
"I don't know. I'm not in the mood…", Blaine complained. He meant it. He really didn't want to sit next to a burning stack of wood with the majority of students he hated. To be honest, he preferred snuggling into his blanket at his warm home with a good book or something.
But unfortunately, his friends didn't share his opinion.
"Come on, Blainers", Sam said, nudging him playfully. "You can't just sit at home, day in, day out, that's unacceptable! You need to socialize, my friend."
Blaine snorted, looking around in the cafeteria. "Socialize? Are you sure you are talking about our schoolmates at McKinley?"
Apart from Artie, Tina and Sam, Blaine had no friends at McKinley nor was he the most popular guy. The fact that he was openly gay in a not so tolerant city was not really helping. Or that he loved wearing bowties, a lot of gel in his hair, and colorful shirts and pants. One of the popular Cheerios, Santana Lopez, once called him a clown before she slushied him right in the face.
Seeking help, Blaine turned to Artie. "But you agree that this is a bad idea, right?"
Artie just shrugged. "Sorry, bro. But I think watching a fire burn sounds quite interesting to me. We should give it a try."
Groaning, Blaine looked at the flyer in front of him. "Fine! You guys suck", he grumbled, scowling at his four best friends who even dared to laugh at him.
He got up with his empty food tray. "If you would excuse me, I have to hand in my Biology homework now."
Tina laid the bonfire – flyer on his tray, winking. "In case you will forget it. You will see, Blaine, this is going to be exciting!"
Blaine suppressed another groan, skimming through the flyer instead. He was so not in the mood for this, but his so-called friends were forcing him to do something against his will – again.
Since he was busy reading the pamphlet, he didn't notice he bumped into another person.
"Watch it, hobbit", Blaine heard an annoyed and snappy voice. "You have eyes in your head. Use them."
Blaine looked up. Standing in front of him was Kurt Hummel, glaring daggers at him. Apart from Blaine, Kurt was the other openly gay guy at school, but other than him, he didn't get bullied or something. Probably because Kurt was friends with the most respected football players and cheerleaders at this school. And because Finn Hudson, star quarterback, was his brother.
Oh, and because he was a Cheerio himself.
This time, however, Kurt wore casual clothes that looked quite expensive.
"You have eyes yourself", Blaine hissed, eyes narrowed. "How about you use them for a change?"
Blaine hated those kids at school that thought they were better than all the others. People like Kurt and his Cheerio friends. And he would always stand up for himself whenever something like that happened.
Kurt's lips turned into a thin line. "You just made a big mistake, gay Clark Kent."
"What are you going to do?", Blaine asked him, challenging. He was aware that he was about to dig his own grave by pissing off the most powerful gay kid in school, but he couldn't help it.
There was no turning back anymore.
"Do you want to slushie me? Be my guest", Blaine went on with a steady voice although he felt kind of nervous right now. A lot of people were watching their interaction, and he didn't like it at all.
But to be honest, he was more afraid of Kurt now who looked like he wanted to kill him with his bare hands.
"That's it, Gel Helmet. You are going to pay", Kurt hissed dangerously. "You are…"
"Kurt."
Both boys turned around. Mercedes Jones, one of Kurt's closest friends and also a Cheerio, was standing next to Kurt, hands on her hips and looking slightly annoyed.
"Come on, boo. He is not worth it. Besides, we have better things to do, you know that."
Kurt rolled his eyes, sighing deeply before he nodded. Mercedes took him by the hand, dragging him out of the cafeteria. Blaine just stared after them, unable to move for a while.
"Blaine? Are you okay?" He turned around like in slo-mo. His friends were standing behind him, looking worried.
"You better don't mess with Kurt. You know how he and his friends can make our lives a living hell at school", Artie reprimanded him.
"Yeah", Sam agreed. "Next time, just bite your tongue, keep your head down and continue walking."
Blaine frowned when he looked at the rest of the Cheerios leaving the cafeteria. He hated those popular people that thought that they owned the school or something.
People like Kurt Hummel.
And he would never ever let them push him around like that. Like ever.
Kurt played with the tie of his dark suit and looked at the crowd in front of him. He was in a ballroom with elegantly and chic dressed people, even the waiters and waitresses wore tuxedos and gowns, serving the guests wine and expensive alcohol. Even though Kurt wasn't much of a drinker, he would like to taste the rosé wine people around him were sipping.
But he needed to concentrate. He was on a mission after all.
"Come on, white boy", Mercedes, his best friend, next to him just said. She was wearing a tight black dress that went well with her dark skin tone and matching high heels. "That couple over there looks promising. Let's try our luck."
Kurt nodded, so they both walked over with linked arms.
The first guy nudged the second one who had been talking, and like on cue, they both turned around synchronously. He looked Kurt up and down, seemingly liking what he saw.
"Well, hello there, sexy", the first guy smirked a toothy smirk.
Kurt smiled back flirtatiously while Mercedes did the same with the second guy.
Said guy stuck his hand out, shaking it with Mercedes then with Kurt. "The name's Anthony Rashad, and that's my good friend Sebastian Smythe."
Anthony kissed Mercedes' hand softly, and Mercedes kept on smiling at him. "Well, nice to meet you, Anthony.", she almost purred.
"The pleasure is fully mine, beauty", Anthony answered, winking. Kurt and Mercedes exchanged enthused glances.
"Soo…what brings you to this benefit gala?", Kurt asked curiously.
"My dad is a State Attorney, and Anthony's dad is a sheik", Sebastian explained. "And we are just their freakingly rich sons that don't know what to do with their money. Or their time." He turned to the duo, interested. "You didn't tell us your names, by the way. And about your backgrounds."
Mercedes smiled at Anthony. "I'm Lady Gabriella Patrice of Keldovia." She pointed at Kurt. "And this is my good friend Aiden Dove. His father is a plastic surgeon, and even one of the best in the US."
Anthony's eyes lit up. "You are a royal? For real? That's dope! Where exactly is Keldovia?"
Kurt gasped, feigning indignance. "Didn't you learn geography?"
Anthony and Sebastian just shrugged nonchalantly. "School is not our thing."
"Well, Keldovia is a small kingdom in Europe, between France and Spain", Kurt explained. "No one has ever heard about it because it is so tiny and never participated at wars or colonialism, but it's a very rich country."
Someone next to them cleared her throat. "Can I offer you a mocktail?", a blond waitress in a blue dress asked, looking in the round and pointing at the tablet with four colorful beverages in her hands.
But not just any blonde.
Mercedes nodded, pretending she had never seen Quinn in her life before. "Yes please, Miss."
Everyone took a glass, and Quinn left again, smirking.
Sebastian raised his glass. "To new acquaintances."
Mercedes, Kurt and Anthony raised their glasses as well. "To new acquaintances."
While their new acquaintances took a sip of their glasses, Mercedes and Kurt exchanged malicious glances.
…
Sebastian and Kurt stumbled to the hotel room on the second floor of the building, kissing each other relentlessly.
"Were these cocktails really alcohol free?", Sebastian wondered when he pulled away to breathe. "I feel so…dizzy. But I have a business dinner with my dad tomorrow, I have to be in top form."
"Don't worry about that", Kurt purred, pushing him to the bed in front of them. "I will make you feel great in no time."
"Oooh, someone wants to get down to business", Sebastian muttered, delighted. "That's so turning me on."
Kurt just pulled him closer, pressing his lips onto the other boy's, and Sebastian bit into his lower lip. "You taste so good, sexy", Sebastian moaned. "Like strawberries…"
He wanted to undo Kurt's belt, but he was quite unsuccessful for some reason. "Why is it not working?", Sebastian slurred.
Kurt just shrugged innocently, grabbed him by the face and kissed him again. "Don't worry about that, darling", he said softly. "Don't worry about that."
Sebastian's lids visibly became heavier, and in the next second, he passed out, slumping down to the bed like a lifeless doll and starting to snore loudly.
"Sorry, Smythe", Kurt muttered while he watched him sleep. "But I'm not into Meerkat faces like you." He touched his lower lip and frowned disapprovingly. "That bastard. Bit me into the lip."
He waited a few minutes, making sure that Sebastian was really sleeping. After that, Kurt got up, put the blanket over Sebastian's sleeping form, and searched through his belongings in his hotel room. Finally, he had put three expensive looking watches, Smythe's second iPhone, his third iPad, two of his thirteen (!) MacBooks, an E-reader, and a golden wristband with charms into his bag.
Kurt looked at it for a while. "Looks nice", he muttered. "I think I will keep it." With that, he stuffed it into his inside pocket of his suit jacket.
Although Kurt knew that he didn't need to be silent, he sneaked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Sebastian wouldn't wake up soon anyway, they made sure of that.
When he had left the building, he walked towards a grey van that was already waiting for him and quickly got in in the back.
"Good, now that Lady Lips arrived, we can get the hell out of this snobbish town", Santana who was sitting on the driver's seat, said, starting the car and driving off with squealing tires.
Kurt turned to Mercedes next to him. "How did it go with Anthony?"
His friend grinned somewhat evilly. "Perfect. He followed me around like a puppy dog. After he fell asleep, I gutted that guy like a Thanksgiving turkey."
"Same here. Those guys were idiots. Didn't even realize that Keldovia doesn't even exist", Kurt grinned, giving his bag with his prey to Finn and Puck who were sitting next to them with their laptops. "That Sebastian Smythe guy was so easy to fool. I wrapped him around my pinky finger in no time."
Quinn who was sitting shotgun next to Santana, groaned. "Yeah, just because I dumped knockout drops into their beverages. Next time, I want to be the fake royal. Playing a waitress was a thankless task."
"Well, you always change your mind after you have gotten your share of the cash, Quinnie", Mercedes countered softly. "And after you walk down McKinley's hallways with ridiculously expensive pumps of Jimmy Choo. Or a new purse of Prada."
Quinn grimaced. "Good point, Cedes. You are right."
"I'm always right, white girl.", Mercedes said, hands on her hips, and Quinn and Kurt needed to laugh.
Finn next to Kurt nudged him, and Kurt turned to his stepbrother, questioning. "What is it, Finn?"
"Well…Puck and I have been wondering…whether we could also go on Con-Artist-sprees. Like you guys."
They were surprised when the three girls and Kurt cracked up. "That was a good joke, Finn", Kurt chuckled. "I have to give you that."
"Actually", Puck spoke up, rubbing his neck. "It was no joke. Why do we always have to sell the stuff when you are allowed to have fun?"
Kurt sighed deeply. "Finn, Puck, no offense, but we don't think this is a good idea." He needed to think a bit before he continued talking. How could he put what he wanted to say without hurting their feelings? "We need to use our strengths so that this Con artistry thing works, and your strengths are different than ours."
"Stop beating around the bush, Hummel", Santana said, annoyed. "Point is: Using Finn as a con artist in a high Society event would be like putting a bull in a China Shop. And concerning Puckerman: Your hairdo and your antisocial comments would be out of place, even you have to agree. If we need another guy, we will just ask Chang."
Finn flinched while Puck just shrugged. "Yeah, whatever. As long as I get cash, I don't care anyway."
Initially, Kurt founded the con-Artist group with Santana, Quinn and Mercedes one year ago to supplement their allowance. After some time, Finn caught Kurt after a spree, and blackmailed him to tell their parents if they didn't involve him and his friends. From that day on, Kurt and the other founding members went on sprees (occasionally, Mike joined them) while Finn and Puck did online negotiations with potential buyers of their "acquired" goods.
At this moment, Santana pulled over. "I promised Britts to pick her up from her grandma's place", the Latina explained when she noticed the others' questioning glances.
Brittany got in, beaming at her friends and holding a piece of paper in her hands. She looked excited for some reason. "Guys, you need to see this! Tomorrow evening, they are going to make a fire at McKinley!" She turned to Santana. "Are we going?"
Santana smiled warmly. "Of course, Britt. Whatever you want to."
"But I'm not in the…" Santana silenced Puck with a killing glance, and he quickly closed his mouth again. "If Britt wants us to go, we are going to go, capish?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. He knew that he would waste his time if he tried to discuss with Santana. Especially if it was about Brittany.
"This is going to be so much fun!", Tina squealed excitedly while she and her friends were walking towards the place where the bonfire was going to take place. For safety reasons, the bonfire was not allowed to take place at their schoolyard, so Principal Figgins rented a cheap place not far away from school.
Blaine looked around after they had arrived at their destination. Some of their schoolmates were already there, chatting, there was a stack of wood in the center of a big and wide lawn, and when he went further to the edge, he could look down the river that was flowing underneath the small cliff of the lawn. A quite old looking fence was on the edge, and it looked like it needed some renovation.
Some teachers and students had prepared small camping tables with non-alcoholic beverages and snacks which they were selling, but Blaine was quite sure that the students were going to drink anyway.
He really wasn't in the mood for this. Why couldn't he stay at home and read his Harry Potter novel instead?
"Come on, Blaine", Sam next to him suddenly said, like he had read his mind. "It's not that bad, you will see. I will go get us some drinks to cheer you up a bit."
Blaine sighed deeply. "Okay. Thanks." He nodded to a small lodge which was near the cliff. "I will go to the toilet."
Tina and Artie nodded, so he turned around and headed to the small lodge. The toilet was surprisingly clean, at least cleaner than McKinley's. But to be honest, McKinley's bar concerning the cleanliness of toilets was not that high anyway.
After he was done washing his hands, he decided to take the backdoor to leave the lodge.
"Look at that, who do we have here?" Blaine flinched and turned around. Azimio, a member of the football team, as well as three of his friends were standing in front of him with balled fists.
"The fairy prince arrived", one of the other jocks snarled.
"What do you want?", Blaine asked, somewhat annoyed. He backed away, nearing the fence.
Azimio and his friends laughed. "What we want? We don't want you here."
Blaine looked at them, challenging. He wouldn't allow that they pushed him around like that. "And why is that? What did I ever do to you?"
"Your mere presence is disturbing to us", guy number two answered, pushing Blaine into the fence.
"Yeah, we don't want scum like you around", guy number three added. "So you better get lost."
Blaine groaned inwardly. He knew that coming to this place had been a bad idea. When guy number three also pushed him into the fence, he needed to think about the Sadie Hawkins prom ball of his former school.
And balled his hands into fists. "You know what? No. I also have a right to spend this evening here with my friends, and you won't prohibit that."
Azimio came closer, narrowing his eyes. "He even dares to answer us back. Look at that, the homo guy actually has balls!"
Blaine snorted. "I couldn't say the same about you. Or else, you wouldn't need to bully others so that you feel better and stronger. Because you are not better and stronger." He leaned over to Azimio, craning his chin. "You are weak and rotten. Rotten to the core."
That seemed to be the final straw for the bully. Livid, he wanted to punch Blaine right into the face, but he dodged the hit, leaning over the fence behind him. Finally, the self-defense courses he had to take since that Sadie Hawkins incident seemed to pay off.
But at this moment, the fence behind him gave in. Blaine's eyes widened when he lost his balance and fell down the cliff - right into the river.
"I'm on my way, Mercedes, don't panic", Kurt just told his friend over the phone, following the instructions of his navigation system. He was sitting in his car, driving to the place where the bonfire was going to take place.
"Oh, and white boy, please don't flip out, but…" Mercedes trailed off. Kurt quirked his eyebrows. "What is it?"
"I think that…I just saw Finn and Berry holding hands, and we think that they are a couple."
"What?", Kurt blurted out, looking at an incoming text of one of his friends.
Brittany: Where are you, Kurtsie? I miss you, you are my favorite dolphin :(
Kurt quickly typed in an answer.
Kurt: I'm on my way, boo. Just eat some marshmallows while you are waiting
"I just wanted to warn you. Please acted civilized, okay?", Mercedes pleaded.
Kurt suppressed a snort and turned to the right, following a large river. "Civilized? You know how much I hate Rachel Berry! And of all girls, my brother needs to date her. I thought that he liked Quinn."
"Quinn is not interested anymore. And you know that I don't like Rachel either, but we wanted to have fun this evening. We cannot allow that something ruins our time together. Or someone", Mercedes answered.
"Okay, okay", Kurt sighed. "I will try to behave." His phone vibrated another time, and Kurt needed to smile when he saw that Britt had sent him photos of melted marshmallows on sticks.
Brittany: I tried molding a dolphin for you, but I burned my hand on the hot marshmallows. Ouwie
"Kurt? Are you texting and having a phone call while driving again?", Mercedes just asked him.
Kurt chuckled. His friend knew him too well. "Yes, but you know that I'm good at multitasking, Cedes."
"Stop it, now.", his friend ordered sternly. "You know how bad it can end. And we don't want it to end badly, do we, now? Brittany will understand if you wait a bit with the answer"
"Don't worry", Kurt just said absentmindedly, about to type in a text for Britt. "I know exactly what I'm…"
At this moment, a gigantic rock appeared on the road, and Kurt instinctively steered his car to the right because he was too fast to brake in time. Unfortunately, the cliff was on his right as well, and the car drove right into the river next to it.
…
The river was way deeper than it looked, and the car sank deeper and deeper. Desperately, Kurt tried to unfasten his seatbelt, but it was stuck for a reason. He slowly felt how he ran out of air, so he started hitting on the metal repeatedly.
No, Kurt wouldn't allow that he drowned like that.
Just because he needed to text Britt how great her marshmallow dolphin looked.
He was only eighteen, he had his whole life ahead of him, it was too early to pass away.
He never really tasted alcohol, he never had been kissed by his true love, he never fell in love…there were so many things he never did in his life. Life couldn't be over now; he wouldn't accept it.
With all the force he had left, Kurt hit the belt – and was relieved when he finally could free himself. Quick, he opened the door and swam out of the car. When he saw how far away the surface was, he felt faint. The lack of oxygen in his system was weakening Kurt more and more, and he felt how he slowly lost consciousness.
But his eyes widened in shock when he noticed white and bright particles in the otherwise dark water, just before he passed out.
Blaine felt slightly lightheaded when he landed in the pitch-black river. He was lucky that the river was deep enough, or otherwise, he would have gotten hurt really badly. When he was about to swim back to the surface, he saw something in the water.
White particles, so many of them.
And another person, not moving. The water was muddy and dark, his vision was blurry, that's why Blaine couldn't really see who it was.
Blaine suppressed a gasp and shuddered. Was it a dead body? How creepy. Instinctively, Blaine swam over to the body, touching its wrist and pulled it closer to himself.
The apparently dead body still had a pulse. The person was still alive, and maybe about to drown. Without thinking twice, Blaine grabbed the person's hand – and gasped when the white particles where surrounding them. The person's lids fluttered, and finally opened a bit, but Blaine didn't notice as he was busy navigating himself and the person to the surface. He was running out of oxygen, so he needed to hurry.
But the bright light of the particles of mesmerizing him, and he stayed underwater, ignoring that he needed to get out of the water to not drown. Not letting go of the other person's hand, Blaine looked at the light in front of him before he forced himself to focus on getting out of the river.
With his last ounce of strength, he brought the both of them to the surface where he gasped for air. Luckily, the river's current wasn't strong at all, and even though his muscles ached, Blaine could swim to the shore easily.
Tired, Blaine pushed himself and the person to the lawn, and passed out shortly after, with their hands still intertwined.