A/N This story is really challenging my creative ability! I'm so happy you all are loving this! If you haven't yet, go check out my Halloween story, Trick or Treat!

Reviews are always welcome!

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Time Out

"Time travel isn't possible, sweetheart," El Zabeth informed her soon. "What you experienced was a precognitive vision."

Kurt cocked his head as they sat on the pink sand of his Mother's home world. "So basically, I saw the future."

"Exactly. Unfortunately this particular ability isn't one you can study and master. The visions will come in their own time. All I can advise you is to pay attention to details around you constantly. Anything could be important."

Kurt dragged his fingers through the fine crystal sand. "So, does this mean I have a future in TV infomercials giving predictions on winning Powerball numbers?"

His mom shook her head with a wry grin. "Doesn't work like that. You won't see anything beyond your everyday realm. Think of it as self preservation. It will warn you when something dangerous or unfortunate is about to happen, and hopefully give you the chance to avoid it."

"Do you think I'll develop any other abilities?"

She smiled and reached out to stroke a stray lock of hair back off his forehead. "It's possible. Just be patient. They will come in their own times. And speaking of time, it's time for you to return to your corporeal shell."

"I wish I could stay longer. It's so beautiful here." She reached out and hugged him tight.

"I wish you could stay longer, too, Kur'Tas. I have missed you greatly, and there are still so many things I want to show you and teach you about my world."

Kurt hugged her back. "Do you think I'll ever be able to come here for real someday?"

She pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, so like her own. "One day, perhaps, I'd love for you to visit my world."

"I love you, Mom." Kurt said, already feeling himself slipping into his body.

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The next couple of weeks were relatively normal. Meaning that Kurt got slushied and shoved into lockers several times. Apparently the precognitive visions were somewhat inconsistent. Sometimes he'd be able to avoid what ever was coming, others there was no warning.

Meanwhile, New Directions' ploy to attract new members worked, sort of. They had a couple people interested in auditioning, but Rachel had scared one of them off by sending the poor girl to a crack house.

On the plus side, after much debate, they had convinced Mr. Schue to allow them to perform Britney Spears at the assembly the previous week. It had been great, until Sue had pulled the fire alarm and caused a panic. He just hoped this week would be drama free.

It didn't bode well when he'd gotten into an argument with his dad Monday morning when he'd dropped off his dad's breakfast at the garage. He was glad his dad was dating Carole, and that things seemed to be getting really serious between them. But did that mean he had to give up one of his favorite things just to spend time with them?

He'd talked with his mother about Carole during one of his visits with her over the summer. She was happy for Burt, glad that he was moving on. She had actually met Carole once, when Kurt had been in first grade and had fallen on the play ground and bumped his head. Carole had been substituting for the school nurse that week, and had called Elizabeth, concerned that Kurt might have a mild concussion. She had liked the kind eyed woman a lot.

Kurt sighed as he settled into his French class, waiting for the teacher to begin. He knew that he had been a bit rude with his dad that morning, and would apologize after school. Maybe they could compromise. He'd go to the sing along this week, and next week he'd make a special dinner for all of them.

The other kids groaned when the teacher broke them up into pairs to practice conversing. Most of them could barely conjugate a simple verb. The boy who had been paired with Kurt didn't even try to speak as Kurt began to drone on in perfectly fluent French. The pale skinned boy didn't even notice when someone entered the classroom until Mr. Schuester called his name softly.

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He stood in the hospital room, staring down at the pale form on the bed. How could this be happening? How could he not have known this was coming? What good was having these abilities if they were useless when he really needed them?

He'd have rather taken a thousand slushies to the face, ruined every designer shirt he owned, to have been forewarned about this. Maybe he could have prevented it. Maybe he could have dragged his dad to the doctor this morning instead of arguing over Sing along Sound of Music. Maybe he wouldn't be in a coma right now. It just wasn't fair!

Why couldn't he have the ability to heal instead of stupid precognition that didn't really help him?

"Please, Dad, squeeze my hand!" He whispered hoarsely for the millionth time it seemed. And just like every other time he'd begged for the simple action, he got no response.

Mr. Schue had to drag him home when the doctor said it was time to leave. The choir coach asked Kurt if he wanted him to stay, but the boy had shook his head no and slipped into the silent house. For the longest time, he just stood there, staring off into nothing, but then he pulled out the pendant and stared into it's depths. Maybe his mother knew what to do.

...

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," She said, stroking his back and hair as she held him tightly. "I wish I could be there for both of you right now."

Kurt had finally given in to the tears he'd been fighting all day, safe in his mother's arms. "I can't lose him, Mom! He's all I have on Earth! Please, please, can't you do anything for him?"

She hugged him tighter. "I'm not a healer, Kurt, and even if I was, I would have to be physically there to help him. You have to have faith that the doctors will be able to help him."

Kurt pulled back, a sneer on his face. "Faith? Faith in what? You sound like the kids in Glee club spouting about god. If god was real, he wouldn't let things like this happen! He wouldn't make me gay then say it's okay for people to persecute me for it!"

Elizabeth grabbed his arm. "Kurt, calm down. First of all, I'm not talking about god. I'm talking about believing in something that you can't understand. Believe in the doctors, in science, and have faith that they will find a way to help your father. And second your friends mean well. They are just as scared as you are, and are working through it in their own way. If there is some kind of higher being out there, wouldn't it be a good thing for them to watch over your father as well? It can't hurt."

Kurt relaxed a little. "I'm sorry. I'm just so scared of losing him. It's good to have you back, even if only on an astral level. But he's been my everything for so long. What will I do if I lose him?"

She hugged him again. "You won't lose him. He's strong. He is fighting to come back to you. You'll see. And you are so much stronger than you even know. You have to believe in yourself, too."

Kurt sighed. "I'm so tired right now."

"I know, my love. Rest now. We'll see each other again soon. And have faith in your father, if nothing else. He will return to you."