A/N I apologize for not posting much the last week. I was babysitting a hyperactive tween, and between him and my son, I was kept pretty busy. And then I got the stomach flu and that knocked me out of commission for a couple of days.

I'm so glad everyone is liking this story! Thank you for the Faves, Follows, and Reviews!

I have a favor to ask. I have an idea for a story that I think would be awesome, but between The Final Bite and this story, I don't think I have the time to write it, so I am looking for someone who would be interested in a prompt for a Glee/Amazing Race crossover. If anyone is interested, please PM me for the full prompt.

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Sorry this A/N is so long! Reviews are always welcome!

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Surprise Party

Kurt sat and listened to his dad tell the story of how he had met Elizabeth, and how they had fallen in love. His mom really was from another planet. He was half alien. He still could not believe it. "So, what does this mean? I'm going to be like Superman or something? Faster than a speeding bullet, super strength?"

Burt shook his head no. "It doesn't work like that. Your mother had telekinetic abilities, meaning she could move things with her mind. You apparently are developing those abilities. She also had what she called the gift of peace speech, which meant that she could manipulate her voice to make others feel calm and relaxed. I tell you, that came in handy when you were young, because you're mixed DNA meant that there were certain foods that didn't sit well on your stomach, and you'd get really bad stomach pains. We learned fast what you could and couldn't eat."

"Is that why I can't eat gluten or shellfish?" Kurt asked.

Burt nodded. "Also peppers. And too much salt gives you a rash."

"Okay, so what else should I expect? What other abilities will I develop?"

Burt sighed and sat back. "I don't know for sure. Your mom told me that sometimes her people develop other gifts like her voice, but not always. Some of her people have the ability to heal, some of them can use their emotions to create art. Some are empaths, and there are a few other gifts. With your mixed DNA, we don't know if you will develop any type of gifts other than the telekinesis."

Kurt looked down at the pendant he held in his hand. "Why didn't you tell me all of this sooner? Why spring it on me now?"

Burt sighed again. "I'm sorry, Kurt. We probably should have told you before your mom returned to her world. For eight years, we thought her people had given up on finding her. We thought she would remain here for the rest of her life. We had no idea she would be able to return to her world, so we raised you as an Earth child would be raised. And then she got sick, and we knew there was no cure for her illness on Earth, and we talked about telling you then. We didn't know if you would inherit any of her people's gifts, and we didn't want to burden you with the worry of what might never happen."

Burt wiped sweat from his face as he continued. "And then her people found us. I knew if she stayed here she'd die. I loved her too much for that. I told her she had to go. She didn't want to leave us behind. I convinced her it was for the best. She gave me the pendant, told me to give it to you if it seemed like you were developing any kind of abilities. You can use it to visit her in your dreams. She will teach you how to control your telekinesis. You can learn about her world, as well."

"She told me to ask it to translate something. Nos'Machan." He squeaked in surprise when the pendant began to glow and warmth filled his hand. He almost dropped it when a voice similar to his mothers began to speak.

"Nos'Machan, planet of origin; Mirindian, High Glandiva region. Translation; Beloved Legacy."

Burt smiled. "She used to call you that. She told me that her people could only conceive once in their lifetime. They usually have twins. Single births are considered precious, as they tend to be the most gifted among her people."

Kurt was still trying to digest this when his cell phone chirped, indicating a text message. The first thing he noticed was the time. "I slept for sixteen hours?" He yelped, before checking his message.

Happy Birthday, Boo! Hope you feel better- Mercedes

"Oh my Gaga!" Kurt exclaimed. "What am I going to tell my friends?"

"Kurt, you can't tell any of them about this. If the government finds out about you, they could take you away and experiment on you!"

Kurt's head snapped around at that. "What? So what, I'm supposed to lie to my friends? This sucks!"

"Kurt," Burt said softly. "Things will be fine, you'll see. You're still my son, and I love you no matter what. Just remember that, okay?"

Kurt sighed. "I know, Dad." He hugged the older man.

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Throughout the morning, he received more Birthday texts from his friends. They were going to have a party that evening at Rachel's, but all Kurt could think about was what he'd learned about himself that morning.

He'd looked up the term telekinesis, and decided it could be useful, if he had to lift anything too heavy, like two dozen shopping bags. It could also come in handy when he was working around his dad's garage.

Glancing over at the bottle of water he'd left sitting on the counter in the kitchen, he concentrated, willing it to come to him. The bottle seemed to wobble a little, and then fell over, spilling on the floor.

"Crap." This was harder than he thought. He got up and mopped up the puddle. What about the other gifts his dad had mentioned? He thought he wouldn't mind having his mother's gift with her voice. Maybe he could use it on the bullies at school to make them leave him alone. The healing would be cool too, he supposed. He could heal the bruises from getting slammed into lockers all the time.

As the day wore on, he began to think about what other powers he'd like to have. It would be pretty cool if he could make clothes appear out of thin air, so if his outfit got slushied, he'd still have something marvelous to wear. Or the ability to disguise himself at the drop of a hat. His imaginings began to get sillier, such as the ability to sass someone into submission.

By the time he needed to start getting ready for the party he'd come up with a list of over twenty awesome powers he would like to have. Of course, chances were he wouldn't develop any special gifts, since he was only half alien.

Sighing himself out of his day dreams, he selected a pair of plum colored skinny jeans and a black button down. He wore his mother's pendant, which he'd switched out for a shorter chain. A pair of black ankle boots finished off his look.

By eight o'clock, the party was in full swing, and despite the fact that it was being held in Rachel's basement, they were all having a pretty good time, playing silly games such as Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare. Santana had rolled her eyes when they made a rule forbidding anything sex related, but things had still been interesting when Puck had confessed that the reason he wore his hair in a Mohawk was because he lost a bet with his cousin in seventh grade, and realized it made him seem like a badass.

They fired up the karaoke machine, and took turns singing. It was when Kurt was singing Defying Gravity that it happened. At first he didn't even notice, he was too busy reminiscing about the Diva off he'd had with Rachel over this song, and how he threw it to protect his dad from getting anymore hate filled phone calls. It had made him angry at the time, and a little spark of that anger slipped into his thoughts now. Why should he be forced into hiding who he was just because of his sexuality?

Something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. The cushions from the couch were floating three feet in the air. It startled him, and he almost missed the note again, as he looked around frantically. No one else seemed to notice anything.

No one except Finn, who was gaping at the cushions, just as they fell back on to the couch below.