A/n: My disclaimer still stands, i don't own diddly squat. since this is a crossover with glee i tried to incorporate some music (Not that creepy song in my head stuff but A Capella rage filled badass singing)
As Kurt was taking in the complements, which he worked hard for, he heard a voice he swore never to forget. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!"
"Snix!" He exclaimed with an 'eep' as the vivacious Latina approached him with fire in her eyes.
"If memory serves, I owe you a fist full of Snix-juice." She approached him at a menacing pace; all eyes were darting between him and the girl. She bent her knees and pounce- hugging him deeply. "I haven't seen you since my dad decided to become a plastic surgeon and we moved out of Lima."
"Lima Heights Adjacent just isn't the same without you!" He knew she'd be overjoyed at the name of their supposedly dangerous neighbourhood; in reality Lima Glen- a golfing estate- was adjacent to Lima Heights but he wasn't about to blow their cover story.
"I see you grew your hair big!" She touched his quaff gently and then touched her Fergie circa 2005 hump.
"So I can hide razors up in there," he said glowing in the moment, reminiscent of his days with the girl. "I missed you Santana!" He said grabbing her tightly and twirling her like they used to do.
"I had to give up figure skating when I moved away from you," she stopped abruptly and eyed Rachel hanging on my arms, "Is this your boyfriend Tink? I always thought your type was 'Taylor Lautner' not 'RuPaul' but I guess I was wrong."
"Play nice Tana," he gave Santana a light brush on the shoulder, "This is-"
"I'm Rachel Berry, Kurt's new best friend and duet partner." Rachel smirked and kept holding his arm.
"I didn't know Big Birds illegitimate children also camp here," Santana said placing her hand next to her own nose to encourage Rachel's insecurities. "I'm Santana Lopez, Hades cabin but you can call me Auntie Snix."
"I thought you asked her to be nice!" Rachel said with a squeak.
"That is her being nice." I said leading my besties away from the crowd. "I think cotton candy might actually be melting in her mouth."
"Kurt, just because you got help from Ares don't think you're the cock of the town." Percy said as he dusted himself off. Within a heartbeat I was in his face, "Don't underestimate me boy! Just because you can tell the difference between a breakfast that's so filling that it kicks ass and a blessing from a god. Don't make me kick your fishtail again just to prove a point!"
"If that was the Blessing of Ares you would be dead." Said a large girl he'd learn to be Clarrise.
"Lady GayGay can do it." Santana said with a wicked smirk on her face.
~0~
"Tighter Clarrise." Kurt said as he held his corset in place, he had a sudden inability to breath and knew at once that it perfect.
"Fine?" The large girl asked him, he held a thumb for confirmation- still unable to speak yet. "Okay, which armour would you like?"
"No armour. This corset is so tight that nothing is getting in or out" he said with a flick of his bangs for dramatic effect.
"Kurt, you're the badest twink I know." Santana said holding out a breast plate, "but being from Lima Heights Adjacent doesn't make you impervious."
"I have to agree with Santana Kurt." Rachel grabbed him by his shoulders and added a shake to emphasise each word; "They'll have knives and swords and other sharp things!"
"If not for yourself," Santana added a dramatic sigh that assured Kurt that Santana and Rachel were getting along just fine; "Do it for those True Religion jeans that are clinging to your ass for dear life!"
"Okay," he said sounding defeated, "but not for me, for my clothes."
After putting on his armour they walked to their team's base, a pile of rocks that looked like the deer droppings his father swore would lead them to a kill when they went hunting last year- only things that made that trip worthwhile were the cute park and their shopping break in Chicago. "What is this fossilised dinosaur dropping?" He asked pointing lazily at the tor.
"That's The Fist of Zeus." Santana whispered, "Call it that again and he'll take offence and strike you down."
"That is barbaric!" Rachel exclaimed in an air superior intellect, "Who is he to restrict our humour?"
"Technically, he's your step-dad." Kurt said to Rachel who looked horrified at that notion. "I guess we need to start on strategizing with our team."
"I think Ares is going to whip our butts!" one of the Demeter campers said in a defeated voice. "We may have Athena, Hades, that one girl from Athena and Percy but they have Clarrise and Everyone else whilst we have Aphrodite campers who are more interested in accessorizing their armour."
"Hey!" he said in a huff, "Accessorizing is very important!"
"Kurt is right," Rachel, ever faithful, came to my side; "How do I fight with the risk of my hair getting into my line of sight? My Headband."
"How do I ensure no one slashes my wrists during a sword fight?" Santana growled at the boy who was cowering away, "With some fabulous BVLGARI cuffs!"
"If we work together and accessorize appropriately we can overcome the enemy!" he got a cheer for his efforts, he raised his voice to a Brave Heart roar; "For if not us, then who? If not now, when? And if not for Accessories, then why? Yes, I copied that speech from Phineas and Ferb but they are yet to cover this song!"
If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more
I would still have you, baby
His voice crisp and clear in his lower register; he sliced the crowd's roar with the precision of his voice. The initial response was of bafflement from the crowd but Rachel caught the queue and steamed ahead with the first verse.
If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war
I'll be fighting with you, baby
Cause I know if I'm falling, (falling) you won't let me hit the ground
If the boat is sinking, (Sinking) I know you won't let me drown
Kurt took lead once again as their army gathered the last of their equipment and fixed their armour, making sure to be sufficiently accessorized.
No matter what anyone could say
This is the only place for me
And no one could ever take that away
Nothing could come between us
If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)
I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you
If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)
I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you
Because it's us against the world
The world, the world
You know it's us against the world
The world, the world, ohh
Santana stood before a bloodthirsty army of teenagers and looked each of them in the eye at once; silence returned to the army before she raised her voice to the heavens once more.
Now if I'm lost at sea 7 days I'm not alone
If I'm holding you, you, you, you, you
And if it all end's; everybody in the world is gone
I'll be standing with you, baby
And if it's the last breath I take
I'll leave my kiss my with you
If there's a wall between us, baby
I know I'll break through
Kurt replaced her in front of what they had turned into their army, restoring silence. He stood tall and proud as he barked their strategy; looking each warrior in the eye, one at a time, he told them this wasn't a game for heroes but of team and their team was placing it's trust in Annabeth to lead the crusade. He stood before the army, counting his breaths and relishing the surge of adrenaline before he took the bridge.
No matter what anyone could say
This is the only place for me
And no one could ever take that away
Nothing could come between us
The army started their charge on to the battlefield with a menacing chant of the final chorus deep in their voices.
If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)
I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you
If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)
I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you
Because it's us against the world
Nothing's stronger now than you and I
Cause your love is all I got
And this ain't never gon' stop
No, whoa
There's no distance here when we're apart
Come on in from the cold
Lay your head on my shoulder
Ride like a soldier
I'ma stay right here
The silence on the battlefield was so thick you felt you could cut it with a knife, Kurt stood by himself in a heavy armour with his labrys in hand, he whispered a silent prayer- his voice barely audible:
If the sun shuts down and decided not to shine no more (No more)
I would still have you, you, you, you, you, you, you
If we see the last day and they say we gotta go to war (To War)
I'll be fighting with you, you, you, you, you
Because it's us against the world
The world, the world
You know it's us against the world
The world, the world, ohh (Repeat)
As they charged the opposition, trying to draw as much attention to Percy, Santana and himself in contrast to Annabeth and Rachel who were creeping stealthily toward the opposition's flag- knife and bow in hand respectively. Kurt was swinging his labrys as if justifying Bette Midler to the miscreants from his class- with aggression. He was channelling all the anger that he'd felt in his lifetime; the times he was made fun of by his peers because he had difficulty reading, he showed them by teaching himself how to read, write and speak four languages; he thought of the ridicule he faced daily for not showing up in a burlap sack like everyone else; he recalled the terrible names he was called because of his peculiar nature and his sexuality- for each of these painful memories he delivered blow after blow to enemy after enemy. His body danced around the battlefield to the rhythmic beat of colliding metal, grunts of aggression and gasps of exasperation; leading him closer to the enemy camp where he could see a surrounded Rachel obliviously approaching the flag.
"So," A towering figure said blocking his path to Rachel, "You're the new kid?"
"One of, yes." He looked up at the hidden face, his voice kept at a menacing growl; "Right now though, I'm your worst nightmare."
"Oh yeah doll face?"
Kurt felt something inside him snap; he looked the figure dead in the eyes- green, deep emerald green eyes he knew he'd never forget. "Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" he growled like a beat up truck, "And it's going to take me three moves to bring you down!"
"Really," he chuckled, "If you can do that then I'll make you a virtually indestructible version of that toothpick in your hands."
"With pleasure…" he said in a shrill melodic voice. He delivered a turning kick to the taller boy's torso using his labrys to balance, he hit him with the butt of his labrys while he was disoriented from the kick- lodging it in the gap in his armour at empire waist, then used the labrys to propel his flip onto the boy's shoulders where he locked the boys head between his ankles and flipping the taller boy over onto his back. "And to think I learnt all that whilst jazzercising."
"Hot." The boy said, lying in a pile as Kurt looked up to see Rachel grab the flag with Santana and Annabeth flanking her.
"I guess this means you owe me a labrys," he extended his hand to help the boy up.
"Wyatt McGrady, Hephaestus Cabin." He took off his helmet to reveal a smile that made Kurt just a little weak in the knees, "No relation to Tracy McGrady."
"Why would you think people care?" Kurt said in an aloof manner that Wyatt obviously wasn't used to, the tall boy's smile dropped. Kurt smiled and used his flirty voice to counter, "Ewan McGregor is someone worth mentioning."
"I'm not familiar…" Kurt put on his most dramatic shocked face, "…and that is bad."
"He's no one important, just a hot actor and the leading male vocalist in the seminal film musical Moulin Rouge." Kurt realised that he was rambling, in an effort to curb his rambling, he flicked his hair and made it worse; "Which is odd because you call it seminal but it has nothing to do with semen or sperm or even sex, well Moulin Rouge is about a prostitute but some people consider Gypsy to be a seminal fable which is odd because that about being smothered by your mother and I can't stop myself."
"Kurt!" Rachel said giving him a tackle hug, "Wasn't that just so much-"
"Go away!" he said gesturing for Santana to drag her away, "TTYL."
"Your friend is… something." He said looking at Rachel who wasn't getting the vibes I was sending her, "So will I see you at the bonfire?"
"Obviously! I heard it was a sing along and I wanna go all kinds of Country Strong on this camp." He stopped himself and played coy, "Are you going?"
"Sure, meet you there?" Wyatt said showing Kurt a set of the most adorable dimples.
"I'll be the one in a really cute outfit," he was waving as Wyatt walked away, "With the crazy girls!"
~0~
Kurt, his home girls –Santana and Rachel, who was now also from Lima Heights Adjacent and kept razors in her hair- and Wyatt sat around the fire pit whilst Apollo Cabin led them in a medley of Taylor Swift songs; they were having fun, not paying attention to pitch or the natural key of the song. Swaying to and fro with his friends and a cute boy Kurt wasn't paying attention to anything; his bliss was interrupted by a red haired girl, who he vaguely recognized, approaching his group. She stood before him and slowly raised her hand, her eyes glowed green and he instantly recognized her as the girl from his dream. "You?" he said in a weak voice barely above a whisper but it rang true as it echoed through the now silent camp ground.
"Kurt, you know Rachel Elizabeth Dare?" Percy asked.
"Holy haberdashery," Rachel Berry exclaimed, "RED here can't have my name, I won't allow it!"
"Rachel, you will always be one of a kind and she has the same middle name as me and I'm not fretting." Kurt said, with a smile.
"As the Earth wakes those who were first
Meet with three as you embark on the quest
The eldest shall their youngest show true
The Youngest shall fall at the imbue" RED said her finger pointing at Kurt even when he tried to evade.
"Karl, Big House now!" Mr D said with a stern voice, Kurt couldn't move; "I said now!" Kurt rose to his feet and swiftly followed Mr D to the big house leaving a shell shocked Rachel and a worried Santana in his wake.
"You know, my name is Kurt." He said slamming the door to the big house, "That was creepy as hell! Does my dad know that this is what I'm subjected to?"
"It used to be worse; we used to have a decaying corpse doing our prophecies." Mr D smirked, "Now, you have a quest."
"I don't understand."
"Well, RED prophesised a quest for you." Annabeth, who invited herself, said; "I just happened to be taking notes."
"Annabeth," he said giving her a look of disdain, "Is it me or are you like the rash that won't go away?"
"As freaked out as you may be," she tucked a stray hair behind her ear, "you'll want to know what the deal with this prophecy is."
"What did you get?" Said Chiron, edging Annabeth on.
"Well, I think it makes reference to the big three and the fates," she started to point and show them things in her notebook, "The second line speaks of the fates, I think you have to track them down."
"I have to do that?" He said with defiance in his voice, he was met with a chorus of nods; "right..."
"Then the rest speak of the eldest, and youngest of the Big Three, which means you'll have to seek them out." Kurt was hearing the words but his mind was taking its own to process the knowledge, "I think that you have to attend the celebration of Hera's Hierogamy and bathe because it makes reference to the imbue but I don't have any idea what the first line means."
"So, you go crazy yet?" Mr D asked with a chuckle.
"Not even close, this is my time to try Defying Gravity!" His smile was dazzling but he knew he was faking it, "So when do I leave?"
"Tomorrow, but you need to pick two people to accompany you on your journey," Chiron said with a smile, yet his face was still so stern; "might I suggest Annabeth and Percy?"
"I accept!" Annabeth was gathering her things and making arrangements with Chiron about departure and journey structure.
"Might I suggest No!" He said as he put his bangs back in place.
"The prophecy makes reference to the Big Three so you need to have one of their kids," Annabeth had stopped dead in her tracks to deliver her lecture, "that's Percy!"
"That's lovely but I don't see the relevance," he gave Annabeth a Glasz Glare of Doom. "I'm taking Rachel Berry and Santana Lopez. We'll be three bad ass bitches from Lima Heights Adjacent."
"If that's what you want." Mr D said sternly, leaving no room for argument.
"But he's a child," Annabeth said with apathy, "he doesn't know what he wants."
"That's what everyone said when Peter chose you for his first quest," Mr D said with an air of authority, "if that numb skull can do it then three theatre veterans can do it better!" Annabeth let out a defeated nod and left.
Song in this chapter: Christina Millian- Us Against the World.
oh and if you dont know, ttyl stands for 'talk to you later'