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-Seven years earlier-
Kurt so couldn't wait to get home from school. He only went because he knew he would get nowhere in life without a highschool diploma. It was just so tiring. The same slushie facials. The same mean jocks and cheerleaders. The same name callings.
The schoolbell rang and he turned on his heel to hurry to his next class: chemistry.
But on his way, someone shoved him into the lockers violently: Dave Karofsky.
Karofsky was one of the jocks on the football team. Just because he wore a letterman jacket, he thought he was better than everyone else. For some reason, he always used Kurt as an outlet for his anger issues. On a normal day, Kurt would just glare at him and ignore him as best as he could.
But this day was no normal day. Today, Kurt was already peeved because he didn't get the solo in glee (Rachel did, to no one's surprise). With clenched fists, Kurt followed the jock into the locker room for boys.
"What is your problem?!", he yelled at the other boy.
Karofsky looked at him in bewilderment. "Are you sure you in the right room? The ladies' room is down the hallway", he sneered but Kurt ignored him. He just continued yelling things at the other boy he couldn't remember afterwards, but those words were irritating the jock, he could tell. Even when Dave threatened to beat the crap out of him, Kurt didn't stop.
"You want to beat me up? Go ahead. Do it, but it won't change me and the way I am. I will always be me, whether you like it or not!"
And then, that neanderthal dared to smash his wet lips against his.
When Karofsky pulled away, he looked just as shocked as the other boy. Kurt was immediately frozen to the spot, but then, his anger gained the upper hand. And something within him just snapped. Suddenly, the lights in the locker room started flickering ominously. Kurt felt the anger pulsing through his veins, but also…pure electricity. It had taken him years to control those abilities he had gained ten years ago, but now, his self-control just went out the window.
Next thing he knew, Karofsky got grilled with multiple electrical surges at once that shot out of his hands. His painful cries would haunt Kurt for the rest of his life.
All of a sudden, the lights went out, not only in the locker room but also in the entire building. Kurt sank to his knees, all out of breath. With wide eyes, he stared at the jock's unconscious form in front of him, his body was full of burn marks.
Oh god…what had he just done?
Kurt hugged his knees and started sobbing uncontrollably.
…
Rachel stared at him, speechless. "I remember that day…we needed to light candles in the classroom. So the power outage…that was you?"
He nodded slowly. "Dad found me in the locker room. I was still at the same spot with Karofsky in front of me and in some state of shock. He was barely breathing when they rushed him to hospital. I'm lucky he also suffered memory loss, or else…he would have remembered what I did to him. He would have remembered what I was. Dad and Carole needed to cover up everything, we thought of a fake dare involving Karofsky and a utility pole. Nobody questioned it because nobody at McKinley cared about that, his parents were just glad he was going to recover. Since that incident, Karofsky had never bothered me again. For some reason, he was scared of me."
"But Kurt, that's…that's horrible!"
"Yes, I know", Kurt said faintly. "I know how horrible I am."
She honestly had no idea what to say now.
"And do you know what the worst part is?" Kurt smiled at her sadly "In the first seconds, it felt so good to let him suffer. It felt so good to see how I got my payback. I literally enjoyed seeing him that way."
Rachel nodded slowly. She knew exactly how mean Karofsky was, she had always been the target of his slushie attacks. But she always wondered why he let Kurt suffer all the time. Who would have thought that he only did that because he couldn't handle his repressed sexual orientation?
"But what counts is that you regret what you have done", she said softly. "We all may be special in some way, but we are still human- more or less. We may have those superpowers and what not, but we are still not perfect. We make mistakes, and that's okay. Only because you made a mistake doesn't mean you are a bad person. Admitting that you did wrong and regretting it is a sign of greatness. Don't let one dark moment define you, okay?"
Kurt looked at her with his head cocked to the side. "Since when are you such a decent person?"
She just shrugged. "People never cared enough for me to see my qualities. If they bothered to spend time with me, they would see how awesome Rachel Berry actually is."
"Now that's the Rachel I grew up with!" Kurt's tone didn't sound accusing, though. "But … thanks. Thanks for coaxing me. Now I can die peacefully."
Rachel narrowed her eyes at him. "Hey, you won't die! At least not today."
…
Mercedes did everything in her power to block out the make out session of two certain ladies next to her. Inside, Rachel and Kurt had a heart-to-heart that was long overdue, as for Sam…She actually had no idea where that dude was now. He probably took a walk or something.
At that moment, Brittany broke the kiss. "Are you going to stay here for a while?", she asked Santana with puppy dog eyes even Mercedes found hard to resist.
"Uh…" Santana rubbed her neck helplessly. "Actually, Britt, I need to go back home again."
The sad face expression of the blonde broke her heart. "You will leave? Where to? Can I come with you?"
The Latina looked at her indecisively, but then, she smiled. "Sure, Britts. That would be great."
"Santana? Can we talk for a second?" Without waiting for her reaction, Mercedes grabbed her elbow and dragged her away from the blonde. "What the hell? You know exactly we can't take her with us?"
"Why the hell not?", Santana hissed. "She is lonely. She just told me that people around here avoided her because they think she's an herb witch. Do you have any idea what they have done to so-called witches four hundred years ago?!"
Mercedes' eyes widened. "Oh…" The witch trials of Salem. They had learned in school that Salem was by far not the only city where they had chased and killed witches.
"They are going to kill her, Aretha. But not if they won't find her."
"But this is dangerous, Santana! Haven't you ever watched Back to The Future? If I learned something from Marty McFly, it's not to mess with the time-space-continuum. What if we cause some kind of timeline disaster?"
"Britt's parents are long dead, and she lost all of her friends because they think she will bewitch them. Nobody will miss her."
"It's still too risky. Please don't do anything stupid, okay?" Mercedes shortly touched her shoulder before she went back inside.
Santana stared after her, deep in thought. Then, she made a decision.
…
Sam just laughed at her. "There's no way I'm an alien! I…I think I would know, right…?"
"Hey, don't freak out, okay?" Kaz looked at him seriously. "It's no big deal. You are still the same Sam you have been before. You…you just know more about yourself, is all."
"Easy for you to say!", Sam hissed. "You didn't just learn that your mom is probably a female ET!"
"Hey, we Caldrans are way more intelligent than that excuse of an alien", Kaz complained with a pout. She got up from her tree trunk to squeeze Sam's shoulder softly. "Hey…I'm sure your mom was a good person."
Sam looked at her disbelievingly. "Oh, really? What good person just leaves her toddler son without a reason?"
"Maybe she had a reason. You see…" Kaz absentmindedly played with her own hair. "Back then, Caldrans weren't able to survive on earth. This atmosphere was bad for our lungs, so we could only stay for a short time span before we got seriously sick. In the meantime, our doctors developed some kind of serum that immunized us all. What if that was the reason she left?"
"And why didn't she come back the moment the Caldrans developed that serum? I waited for eighteen entire years, Kaz. But she never showed up. Simply because she doesn't care about me, right? Simply because I was not worth it."
Kaz knelt down until they were at eye level. Then, she pushed him hard with both her hands until he fell down the tree trunk.
"What the hell?", Sam ranted while he brushed dirt from his pants.
"Now listen up, Sam", she hissed at him "That your mom left is by no means your fault, okay? I don't know you that long, but I don't think you are such a bad person that needs to be despised. You are not the problem. She is." She held out her hand to help him up.
Sam took is tentatively – and was surprised when she pulled him to his feet with little effort. "How…?"
"We Caldrans are exceptionally strong. At least my tribe is…" Kaz trailed off. Their faces were so close to each other they could feel each other's breaths, their hands were still intertwined.
The rest just kind of happened. At the same time, started kissing. Kaz's arms gripped Sam's neck, he grabbed her by the waist. Their tongues discovered each other's mouths hungrily, eager for more. While they made out, Kaz started fumbling with Sam's belt.
He pulled away breathlessly. "Is that a bad idea?", he asked.
Kaz was just as taken away. "Screw bad ideas."
Sam nodded in agreement. "You're right."
She threw his belt to the side, pulled off her own tank top and kicked away her boots. Then, she went for his neck.
…
An aggressive knocking on Brittany's wooden door let them all flinch. When the blonde peeked out of the window, she paled visibly.
"They're here", she whispered, appalled.
"Who's here?", Mercedes asked worriedly. She followed her glance and her eyes widened in shock. A crowd of very pissed people had gathered in front of her door, with torches and pitchforks in their hands. "Fuck…"
"They told me they wanted to get me one day. But I never thought they were serious", Brittany said anxiously.
"We need to get out of here. Now", Rachel decided. Just at that moment, the door flew open. Someone must have kicked it in. A mob came storming in, ready to strike.
"Oh no. Leave us the hell alone." Santana lifted her hand, her ring started glowing. The wooden floor started molding a wall that held back the angry crowd. "Now get out! I can't stop them forever"
Mercedes and Rachel supported Kurt while Brittany stared at the Latina witch, breathless. "How…?"
"Not now, Britt", Santana said softly. They were headed to the blonde's rear exit, a small door in the back of her house.
"Can you reverse the spell now?", Kurt asked her weakly. "We need to get home before we get burned on the stake. But that's still a better death than die of multiple organ failure, I guess."
"I took the ragwort of Britt's garden, so I'm ready to go", Santana said. "But where the hell is Trout Mouth?!"
They all looked around hastily. "He just disappeared. But where to?", Rachel screeched when they noticed that the angry mob was following them.
"Those are witches too!"
"We need to eliminate them!"
"Lynch them!"
Just when they were about to catch up with them, Mercedes halted in her tracks, turned to them, and focused on the sunrays. All of a sudden, their chasers all got blinded by a bright light.
"How…?"
"Another time, maybe?", Mercedes cut off Kurt. "We need to get away from here first."
Just at that moment, the bushes in front of them were moving around weirdly. The five of them stopped.
"Who's there?", Santana asked sharply. "Come out, immediately."
They all held their breaths in suspense.
And dared to breathe again when none other than Sam came stumbling out.
"What the hell, Sam?!", Mercedes snapped at him "We have been running for our lives while you were taking a nap in the woods?"
She had a point, Sam's hair was ruffled weirdly, his clothes were a mess. Besides, he had weird marks all over his neck. "Did a mosquito fuck you up or something?"
"Kind of…", Sam muttered bashfully.
The voices of the pissed mob came closer and closer.
"Santana!", Rachel urged her.
"I'm on it, I'm on it", the witch muttered quietly while she prepared for her spell. "Just give me a moment…"
"We don't have a moment!", Rachel screeched panickily.
To make matters worse, Kurt blacked out again, but this time, his pulse slowed down considerably. "Shit, Santana, he's going to die if we don't make it out of here in time!", Mercedes yelled while they lowered him to the ground softly. "Hurry up!"
"We are all going to die if those people think we're witches", Sam pointed out.
"Enough." Brittany stepped forwards and rolled up the sleeves of her dress. "It's my fault you are in this situation. I'm going to turn myself in and tell them you have nothing to do with this."
She started walking towards the crowd determinedly. Santana's eyes widened with every step she took. "Britt, please don't do this…", she whispered faintly. She desperately started whispering Spanish words, again and again while the others tried to wake Kurt up again. His face was alarmingly pale, his lips had a blueish twinge.
"We're running out of time, San!", Mercedes reminded her urgently. "For the love of god, do something. Please!"
"I'm doing the best I can!", Santana answered, totally distressed while she was fumbling with the ingredients for her spell.
Just when the crowd of people wanted to attack Brittany, a gust of wind suddenly came up. The attackers were swept away.
"Let's just hope this is the right spell", Santana muttered to herself when she felt the pull of the time jump.