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Title: Written in the Stars
Author: taylor-the-generic-opera
Date Written: 4/27/11
Category/ies: Guardians of Ga'Hoole, Glee
Description: Sue's hatched another plan to crush New Directions. This plan, however, is much different, and a lot more dangerous than anyone could have ever imagined
Chapter Two - Youtopia
It was early that next morning when Kurt awoke. The sun had just risen above the old buildings and the lush, spring-bloomed trees. The small boy yawned, slowly blinking his eyes open. What a strange dream he had dreamed last night. Everyone in glee club had turned into owls, and then these other owls came and saved them... However, when he looked down, what he saw were talons, and not blanket-covered legs.
Oh. It wasn'ta dream.
Sighing, he stood and hopped towards a small puddle on the far side of the abandoned attic. He stared down at the owl staring back at him. He didn't look so bad as an owl, he thought as he admired his reflection. His reddish feathers were quite stylish, he supposed. They stood out against the black and white that covered him elsewhere. His feet were hideously dry. Kurt sincerely wished that he had something with him to take care of them. Simply knowing that his feet were dry made him shiver.
His eyes were now a yellow, with a shockingly contrasting black pupil in the center. Hmm, if only someone could tell him what kind of owl he was. Perhaps then he could decorate with these colors. They all went well together.
Hearing a grunt, he turned his head – not his body, just his head – to see the large gray owl from the previous day waking up.
"'S'not right tah be awake now," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut against the sunlight. Kurt stared at him. He was huge, even bigger than Puck and Finn. It was so strange. The gray owl's face turned towards Kurt, and his eyes snapped open, looking almost exactly like Kurt's.
"What're ya starin' at?" he grumbled, standing and wandering over to the other owls he had originally been with. He began shaking them, trying to wake them up. Kurt gulped softly, watching him.
"Nothing. You... You're just... Huge." The large gray owl rolled his eyes.
"I'm a Great Gray, ain't I? 'M supposed tah be big." He ruffled his gray feathers quite proudly, managing to wake up the small white owl. She yawned, flinching against the bright sunlight.
"So, what kind am I?" Kurt asked. The Great Gray froze, turning to Kurt in confusion.
"What kind're ya? Ya jokin'?" He circled the small boy, staring down at him hard.
"He's a Tropical Screech, by the looks of it, Karo," the white female spoke suddenly. She hopped up to the large male, tilting her head with squinted eyes. "I mean, look at him. We could sure use his voice in battle." Battle? Kurt froze. There was noway he was going to fight anyone. However, the Great Gray chuckled.
"Right. Raise yer voice!" he influenced, spreading his wings and turning his face towards the ceiling. The small boy thought that these owls were crazy. But, hey, if it would help him get home, then he'd do it. Standing upright and puffing out his chest, Kurt opened his beak, waiting for the high-pitched notes to come pouring out of his mouth, filling the attic with his wonderful voice.
Of course, fate had other plans. A loud, evil screech sounded, ringing loudly around the abandoned room. The others woke up, and Mr. Schuester fell off of the window sill where he had just been sleeping. Kurt ducked his head, glaring at the Great Gray. However, the large male was beaming down.
"Good! Good! Screech owls're great fer battle!" The small white owl nodded in agreement, smiling as well. However, Kurt continued glaring at them, and she lost her happy look.
"Don't you know anything about owls?" she blinked, ruffling her white feathers. The small Screech owl shook his head slowly, ignoring the scoffs that the large gray male sent his way.
"It's a scandal!" he huffed in response to the small female's glare. She sighed, hopping forward to stand in front of Kurt.
"I'm a Snowy, same as him over there." She threw a nod in Mr. Schue's direction, who was taking headcount of the gleeks. "My name is Lecar, by the way. The Great Gray is Karo. The Barn owl over there? His name is Freh." Such strange names, Kurt noted, that these owls had. Of course, they probably thought the same thing about the names of the members of glee club.
"I'm Kurt," he said, a bit unsure of everything. "That's Mercedes, and then Finn, Rachel, Puck, Quinn, Sam, Santana, Brittany, Artie, Tina, and Mike." Lecar nodded slowly, as if trying to process what he had just said.
"There's some strange species in here. Some I don't know." She said the words under her breath, stepping forward to Karo. "We should take them back to the Tree with us." The Great Gray was discussing things with Freh, and stopped in the middle of his sentence to look down at the young female. He tilted his head, almost sputtering in surprise.
"What? Yer jokin'! They dun even know how ta fly that far!"
"Then what do we do with them, Karo? They can train with other students at the tree! We need more owls, you know that. They can help us!" There was a painful silence ringing around the attic as the two sat there, staring hard at each other. Finally, the male threw up his wings.
"Fine. Fine!" He grunted, turning back to Freh to finish their discussion. Lecar nodded to herself in celebration, hopping over to the group of used-to-be humans.
"Alright! You're coming with us back to the Great Tree of Ga'Hoole!" she announced cheerfully, puffing out her chest. Puck and Finn exchanged confused looks, while everyone else stared at the small Snowy in confusion.
"What? But we don't know how to fly! You heard him!" Kurt looked a bit angry, yet shocked at the same time. It was a weird look when it was on his owl face. "It's suicide!"
Lecar tilted her head and shrugged. "You all flew here with us. You've got the basics. But we need to teach you how to really fly. So we'll teach you here. Alright, everyone, spread your wings and flap! Raise into the air!" She demonstrated, stretching her white wings wide and pumping them up and down. Soon enough, she was off the ground, and with each flap, she rose a bit more. She smiled and landed on her feet, facing them once more. Mr. Schuester came over and joined the group, curious.
Surprising enough, Santana was the first to make others spread out and make room before trying to fly herself. She hardly made a sound as she moved, though the young Snowy seemed to take this as normal.
"Don't worry! You're a Masked owl, part of the Tyto family. You're supposed to be that silent when you fly!" she encouraged. They continued to practice, cheers and hoots growing louder with each success.
Finn, however, was having a difficult time getting off the ground. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't get his large body off of the ground. He looked around at his friends, his eyes catching sight of Rachel. She was soaring, laughing happily as she flew with ease and grace. He felt in awe of her. Sure, she was an owl now, but she looked… beautiful.
His vision was ruined when Puck came into his view. He circled around Rachel's tiny form, laughing himself. His chest was puffed out proudly as he showed off his newfound moves, causing Rachel to giggle. Finn felt himself become angry for some reason.
No one looked at Rachel like that, and caused her to giggle. That was hisjob. It was his, and his best friend knew that.
Puck was going down, if it was the last thing he did.
Oh, hey, how did Puckleberry and Finchel competition get in there?
My bad.
Haha, I love it. xD
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