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One day later, Kurt finally, finally woke up.
"It was the right decision to not call my parents." Kurt was standing at the stove and flipped his fifteenth pancake as if he hadn't just woken up from a four-day long coma. He was still weak on his legs, but mostly fine. "Dad would have freaked out unnecessarily."
When he had learned that they had all been eating nothing but junkfood in the past days, Kurt had shaken his head disapprovingly and taken to cooking them proper food. For breakfast, the table was set with delicious but healthy treats such as banana, strawberry, and apple slices, bagels with low fat cream cheese, fresh orange juice and wholegrain pancakes with sugar free jam.
"Can I at least get a Twinkie?", Sam whined and was about to grab the pack, but Kurt slapped his hand.
"Don't even think about it. These are carb bombs, Samuel." Kurt made it sound as if the devil in person had baked them. Sam's face expression when Kurt threw them into the trash was beyond hilarious.
"You are no fun", he complained childishly "I guess I will just grab an apple, then."
"Atta boy." Kurt petted him on the head proudly.
"Can I at least get some bacon to the pancakes?", Santana wanted to know.
Kurt nodded. "Of course, Satan. But the ones I bought are entirely plant based. We need to watch our cholesterol levels."
When she heard that, she flipped him the bird angrily. "Fuck that. I'm twenty-five for almost four hundred years now. I give zero fucks about that. Besides, you are a robot anyway so you shouldn't either."
"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm no robot?!"
Sam leaned over to Rachel and Mercedes with a smirk. "I kind of missed that." The other two nodded in agreement.
…
Mercedes looked around to make sure that no one had followed her out there. Tucson was basically in the middle of a desert, so she and Omari had decided to meet farther away from the city. It was burning hot, she already needed to wipe her forehead. Thank god she had packed a big icecold bottle of water.
"There you are. I thought you wouldn't come." With his hands in his pockets, Omari came over to her and offered her a slight smile. How the hell wasn't it forbidden to be that good-looking?
"Why shouldn't I come?", Mercedes asked. "I want to learn how to use my powers. You are the only one who seemed to know Soraya."
"Right." They took a seat on a wooden bench that seemed to be some deserted bus stop. "As you know, Soraya is the goddess of the sun, moon, and the stars. She was incredibly powerful, but she always held back. You have at least one fraction of her powers in you, Mercedes."
Mercedes nodded slowly. "What do you think can I do? Am I immortal as well?"
Omari scratched his head. "Everyone has different strengths. Only because Soraya preferred using the sunlight as her power source doesn't mean it applies to you as well. You are not Soraya and Soraya was not you. And I'm convinced you are at least half immortal, that means you will never die of old age or at least age extremely slowly, but you can indeed get killed, albeit not that easily."
"Interesting."
"Let's start with an easy trick." Omari took both her hands. "The sun out here is quite strong. Close your eyes. Focus on its energy."
She did as he said.
"And now pretend you are throwing a tennisball."
When she did so – nothing happened. Mercedes frowned.
"Trust me, okay? Try again."
So she did. She kind of felt dumb, but for some reason, she knew she could trust Omari. After all, he had been Soraya's best and most loyal friend – and her only hope. She just needed to find out how to-
She jumped at least four feet in the air when a bright white ball came out of her hands and connected with the rock in front of them that shattered loudly.
"What the fuck?!", she called out, irritated. She incredulously looked back and forth between her hands and the destroyed rock. "What was that?"
"Solar energy", Omari explained proudly. "That's an impressing ability, but by far not the strongest one. You are just like her, Mercedes: You are holding back. You are only using one tenth of your abilities. You could be one of the strongest beings in this world if you wanted to-"
"That's the point, Omari: If I wanted to", she cut him off energetically. "What if I don't want to? Hell, I'm almost twenty-five and still an intern at a record label! All I wanted was to make it big as a singer songwriter, but now, I'm probably going to get fired because I can't tell my boss that a group of aliens wants to see me dead, and I had to leave my home! I- I don't want all this. I …" Much to her horror, she had started crying now.
Omari pulled her into a tight hug and stroked her back softly. "Shhh… It's going to be okay, Mercedes. It's okay if you are overwhelmed now. I understand if it's too much for you at the moment. We will take one step at the time, alright?"
His arms were so strong and muscular, Mercedes noticed with satisfaction. And he was nice and caring. Any woman that would get him was super lucky.
"Thanks, Omari", she sniffled. "And sorry about my meltdown. I just need time to digest everything. Can we go back to training now and pretend I didn't just cry my eyes out in front of you?"
"Everything you want, beauty", Omari said with a wink, making Mercedes blush. That guy definitely had been a black Adonis in his former life.
…
Kurt was home alone now. He had no idea why everyone else wanted to leave the house after breakfast, but to be honest, he didn't really care. After all, they were all grownups with their own lives. His stomach was rumbling. Since he had woken up again, he had been eating like an insatiable hole, but he shouldn't be surprised. His bionic body hadn't gotten proper food in three and a half days, after all.
He got out of bed and went down the long stairs to Santana's big kitchen. Maybe he could make himself porridge with banana slices? Just when he was about to take the oats from the cupboard, he heard some rustling behind him and was immediately frozen to the spot. He knew exactly the others wouldn't come home that soon, so who else had access to Santana's mansion? The spell made sure no one but them could enter. Maybe alien intruders? Oh god.
When he heard steps that came closer to him, Kurt acted instinctively. He turned and threw his fork with all he had.
Someone cried out in pain and Kurt's eyes widened in surprise.
"Blaine?"
"What the hell?!", Blaine cried out "You just threw a fork into my arm!"
"Oh my gosh!", Kurt exclaimed when he saw said fork that was now stuck in the other guy's arm. "I…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"
Blaine's hand hovered over the fork, not sure whether to pull it out or not. His face was contorted in pain.
"We need to get you to hospital, now!", Kurt commanded panickily "Does it still hurt?"
"Of course it hurts!"
"So what are we waiting for?!"
"Why are you yelling?!", Blaine yelled.
"Because you are yelling!", Kurt answered just as loudly. "Are we bringing you to hospital or what?"
Blaine shook his head quickly. "If we do, we will draw attention to you and Brainwarp will find you more easily."
"I don't care about that. I don't want you to die!"
"I won't die", Blaine laughed a little while he nodded to the fork. "See? The fork is not stuck that deep and didn't hit any important arteries. My ex-boyfriend Jeremiah was a nurse that taught me a lot, I give you the instructions and you treat me, okay? Do you have a first aid kit in your bathroom?"
"I…I guess so…"
"Off we go!"
Ten minutes later, Blaine's left upper arm was properly bandaged, the fork was in the sink. "I'm again so sorry about this, Blaine", Kurt apologized for the umpteenth time while they sat on the floor of Kurt's bathroom.
"Hey, I kidnapped you even though you were innocent", Blaine reminded him "I guess we are even now."
"How could you even get in, past Santana's spell?", Kurt asked curiously.
"She made an exception for me."
"And how did you even find me here in Arizona?"
Blaine smirked at him. "I will always find you, after all, I'm a great cop. Plus I kind of tracked you."
"That's naughty of you, Blaine Anderson. You are a naughty boy." Kurt just couldn't help the playful tone.
"I am", Blaine confirmed "And do you know what naughty boys do?"
"What?"
"This." Before Kurt could blink, Blaine had come closer and kissed him on his mouth shortly.
Kurt's lips were still tingling when he pulled away. Tingling with want, lust, and something else. "You're indeed naughty", he said hoarsely "I need to make sure to punish you properly. I cannot accept such behavior."
"No, you can't." Blaine was watching him curiously when Kurt got up and held out his hand to pull him up too.
"Come on, naughty boy", Kurt almost purred and pulled him straight to his bedroom.
A little over one hour later, they were laying next to each other in the king size bed, all out of breath.
"Just for the record", Kurt decided to speak up "We are still just friends, this was nothing but a slip up, and all this never happened. Never. We are never going to talk about that again."
"I totally agree with you", Blaine said "All this never happened."
"Good. Now get out of my bed."
…
Rachel had absolutely no idea why she did that to herself every day. Her session with Jesse was only forty-five minutes long, but whenever she left she felt as if she had run a marathon. Today, that lunatic wanted her to do deadlifts, burpees, overhead presses, squats with a barbell, and thrusters, not to mention the laps at the beginning and the end of the lesson.
"If I wanted to do a full body workout, I could have googled a routine for that", she complained in between her sets of squats. "That's inhumane."
"Will your opponents handle you with child gloves, Rachel?", Jesse wanted to know. "Come on, you are not sweating enough. You need to try harder."
"Do you like torturing your students?", she hissed.
Jesse laughed. "Not really. This job is just some kind of hobby. I'm actually a reporter most of the time."
"So torturing martial arts students is your secret fetish?", she mocked him bitterly.
"Ha ha, really funny." Jesse nodded to the barbells. "Continue."
"When will you teach me how to actually fight?"
"When you're ready. But now, you are not."
Rachel snorted angrily. "Could you at least pass me my water bottle before I pass out, Mr Arrogant?"
"Water is only for winners", he muttered but got up anyway to get it for her. Just when he wanted to hand her the bottle, their fingers brushed slightly. Rachel's breath caught for some reason and overbearing Jesse seemed to be speechless too all of a sudden.
She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Thanks." She took a big gulp and put down the bottle again. "Now I can focus."
"That's…that's good. Now back to work." Jesse had gathered his bearings again. "If I see one bad squat you are redoing the entire set."
Rachel groaned loudly. "I hate you."