Symposium Chapter 5, a Percy Jackson and the Olympians + Glee Crossover fanfic

A/n: Been a while i know(bad bad Azorrah) but for this chapter I'm channeling Shonda Rhimes and JK Rowling and going on a crazy killing spree- forgive me.

Disclaimer: as alway, i dont own anything but the fun and anyone you dont recognise.

Kurt listened to the merry tune created by the horse shoes as they tapped the tar road of Main Street, his thoughts were a muddle; he wondered what the mist made people see but the more prominent thought was his father. He longed to see his father; he was unused to prolonged separation. As he watched the familiar stores pass them by he felt a sense of nostalgia as he remembered the summer days when he hung out in the garage all day, his father would take him on a stroll through the park where he met Rachel as they lapped up their ice cream and the warm Ohio sun. Kurt held on to Santana and Rachel's hands for dear life, they were his anchors to reality, he knew they were there for him but he needed the man who told him that thunder and lightning are just scientific occurrences that in no way had it out for him; he needed the man who pretended to understand when he would whine in French; he needed his rock; he needed his father to tell him everything was going to be alright. Kurt's eyes were caught by a food cart he'd never seen before- a fruit vendor- he looked at the three old ladies knitting a giant sock, "Rache, Snix, do you recognise that food cart?"
"I've never seen it before," Rachel replied wearily; he looked at the fruit stand, then at the three old ladies who worked diligently at the intricate pattern they were knitting into the sock. "Ohio State Law prohibits vending in the CBD."
"Fuck me sideways, if legend is right;" Santana reached into her bag and pulled out a book- and Rachel thought she couldn't read- she showed them a picture of the three old ladies who were knitting away before them. "Those are the fates."
Kurt looked at the sock, it was embroidered with a name but all Kurt could see were the letters 'URT'. "Is that my sock?" He asked the girls as one of the Fates pulled out a comically large pair of scissors and cut the thread.
"You better hope not," Santana said fixing my sun visor in its hanging position around my neck, "if so then you're going to die soon."
Rachel sobbed quietly, "Please don't die," her brown eyes pleaded with him, "You are my first friend and I don't know if I can go on without you… either of you!"
"Diane Warren is right," Santana said softly, "I don't want to lose you again. I even like your new hag."
"You guys are overreacting; I'm not dead or dying." Kurt said with a false smile; he knew The Fates wouldn't show him his own destiny, because surely there are ruled against that, but what he feared was that someone close to him's time had arrived. He felt as though he was on sea legs as they disembarked from the vehicle and entered 'Hummel Tire and Lube', he was surprised to find that his father wasn't in during the busiest time of the day. Santana flung herself on the office coach whilst Rachel strategically squeezed herself into the remaining space; he looked around the store a tall dark skinned man was bent over the hood of the scrap remains of his dad's truck. "I told him to buy a new one and I'd push my Apprenticeship with Carmen Tibedaux to next winter." He whispered to himself.
"I told him I could fix it," The large man said, a beautiful smile on his ugly face, "What kind of god would I be if I couldn't handle a simple repair?"
"I'm sorry but do I know you?" Kurt tried to place the face and voice in his memory but couldn't quite place either.
"You're Wyatt's… friend." The man said, not a hint of malice in his tone, "I am-"
"He's Hephaestus." Santana said cutting the man off, the man didn't look godlike to Kurt in his grease-stained coveralls and uncombed brown beard.
"You're Wyatt's father, he has your nose." Kurt blurted before he could stop himself; the more he looked at Hephaestus, the more he saw Wyatt and his own father in the man.
"Nothing a surgeon can't fix." Hephaestus snapped; looking away for a moment, the man's hand lingering on the steel brace that held his leg upright.
"It's what makes him so damn hot." Rachel said without missing a beat, Kurt could tell that Hephaestus suggesting a nose job brought forward some of Rachel's own insecurities, he gave her a look of support.
"Look, I'm tired and I just want to find my dad." He said in a sullen voice, Kurt knew that he was barely holding on; "Do you know where he went?"
"No, but I can help you with something else." Kurt was unsure whether that was a question or a statement; he nodded his head. "I know the other gods are giving you the run around about this Protogenoi business-"
"That is putting it lightly," Santana said narrowing her gaze and beginning a vicious rant about the wild goose chase we were on.
"Is there even a threat?" He asked the man, his eyes pleading for the truth.
"The threat to Olympus is very real, Gaea is a scorned woman and she has a score to settle with Zeus." Hephaestus took a seat and let out a heavy sigh, "You don't mind if an old cripple takes a seat, I tire easily."
"We don't mind if an old man takes a seat," Rachel snapped back, "Please, make yourself comfortable, you're helping us."
"Well, I'll be-" Hephaestus gave a thousand watt smile to the brown eyed girl, "Gaea is said to be resurrecting Ouranos and this is because she failed in her last attempt to bring Olympus to its knees."
"Is that the whole Metis debacle?" Kurt asked, his irritation boiling.
"You're familiar with the story?"
"Not really, someone brought it up at some point." He said with a nervous flip of his hair.
"Well, Gaea will be bringing one of the most powerful entities ever to the plate," Hephaestus' eyes had darkened as he narrated the grim story, "along with an army of giants."
"Okay, so you people know this; why aren't you doing anything about it?" Santana asked in a very accusing tone.
"And why would Kurt have to go on this quest for knowledge you already have?" Rachel's voice had lost its softness.
"We have no control over prophecies, that is The Fates and Delphi at work." The man paused; throwing up his hands in surrender, there was lingering silence that consumed the minds of the four.
"Maybe we're misunderstanding this prophecy," Kurt finally said, breaking the silence.
"Maybe you should ask a non-Olympian what they think of it." Hephaestus said blowing out his flaming beard.
"The wisest person I know is my dad, he'll tell it to us straight." Kurt said without looking up from his cell phone.
"Mr H. is a badass, no doubt, but what does he know about Olympus or anything of the sort?" Santana asked, forcing him to look up from his texting.
"He minored in Mythology for his undergrad degree at Cornell." He said meeting her gaze, "and he says slipped into the bookstore down the road." Kurt got up and smiled at Hephaestus before sharing a stern hand shake and walking out the shop. The weather had turned grim and the sky was rumbling with rolls of thunder, sounding like a giant's stomach; Kurt saw his dad walk out the bookstore two blocks down and it was as though they hadn't seen each other in years- a boy and his father. Kurt was brought back to the pain of reality by a blue flash of light pouring from the sky like puss from an infected scab, bringing pain and heartache into his life, when the succeeding crash of thunder filled his ears Kurt felt his body go limp.
After a moment he ran to the spot where his father had stood smiling at him just a moment ago, Kurt knew that a direct strike like that could be nothing short of fatal. "Dad?" He pleaded in a small voice.
"Give 'em hell." The man replied with a shaky smile, his voice only audible to Kurt.
"Daddy, please don't leave me." Kurt cried into his father's flannel shirt, "Please don't leave me alone in this big bad world."
"Kurt," Rachel said placing a delicate hand on his shoulder, "he's-"
"No, he would never leave me!" He snapped at Rachel, pulling away from her hand. "He would never abandon me."
"He didn't leave you Tink," Santana said forcing him into her arms, "He was taken from you."
Rachel embraced his other side, "Know that you aren't alone," Rachel's eyes were empathetic, "you have us. Three badass bitches from Lima Heights Adjacent."
"We're not saying it'll be the same," Santana said holding him and Rachel closer, "but RuPaul and I will do all we can to ease your pain."
"They took him from me," Kurt finally said, his voice robotic, he was letting himself out of his own head; "The first man to love me forever, the first person I told I was gay, the man who taught me to ride a bike, the man who watched Grey's Anatomy with me, the man who took me to the Sound of Music sing-along every year. They took my dad, killed him."

I just can't believe you're gone
Still waiting for morning to come
Wanna see if the sun will rise even without you by my side
When we have so much in store tell me what is it I'm reaching for
When we're through building memories I'll hold yesterday in my heart
In my heart

They can take tomorrow and the plans we made
They can take the music that we never played
All the broken dreams take everything
Just take it away
But they can never have yesterday
They can take the future that we'll never know
They can take the places that we said we would go
All the broken dreams take everything
Just take it away
But they can never have yesterday

You always used to say I should be thankful for every day
Heaven knows what the future holds or at least how the story goes
(But I never believed them till now)
I know I'll see you again I'm sure no it's not selfish to ask for more
One more night one more day
One more smile on your face but they can't take yesterday

I thought our days would last forever
(But it wasn't our destiny)
'Cause in my mind we had so much time
But I was so wrong
Now I can believe that I can still find the strength in the moments we made
I'm looking back on yesterday

All the broken dreams take everything
But they can never have yesterday

"Zeus took my father took my father from me," Kurt finally said- ending the menacing that had engulfed main street- his voice was hoarse and small from screaming. Kurt brushed back his tears, he knew beating death was unnatural and not something he'd want for his father. Though people had gathered to see the commotion none of them dared approach him as he lay there tucked into his father's side; he knew people who pitied him would call the appropriate people so he held his position at his father's side till the undertaker came for his body. "He took the person I loved most from me, the only person to love me is gone."
Kurt was staring blankly at space when his view of the stars was invaded by Santana, "Kurt, I can't imagine your pain," Santana's voice was the sweetest he'd ever heard it yet he knew it was genuine. Santana hugged his side as they lay on the sidewalk, "I love you, I'll always love you, we're family." He tried to smile weakly at the gesture but all that happened was he cried harder.
Rachel curled into his other side, shining caring maternal brown eyes at him. Kurt hugged his two best friends, all he had left in the world. Silence crept back into the air as the crowd split into those who remained behind because they worried for the boy who just lost his father and those who had gotten their gossip fix who dispersed into the warm summer afternoon, Kurt wasn't sure how long they laid to but when one of Rachel's dads finally corralled them into the back of his Prius it was evening. The man, who introduced himself as Hiram, handed them Starbucks hot chocolate and a giant cookie; Kurt though grateful could feel the tug in his heart at the care, a sharp reminder of the person who was just removed from his life. Leroy, Hiram and the friends drove toward 'Lima Heights Adjacent' in comfortable silence; Kurt stared out the window, letting the monotony of suburbia offer him solace in his time of pain. Kurt was jerked out of his thoughts when the car braked suddenly, staining the seats with cocoa, he looked up to see a beautiful woman standing in their way; he knew this meant trouble, the dark skinned woman looked into the car and directly at him. Kurt panicked but knew not to show it, he watched as the tall slender woman pounced onto the bonnet of the small car causing it to rock violently- the woman in a white Grecian gown was joined by a man who's presence washed drowsiness over the car. Kurt's last memory was of the woman ripping the roof off the car and lifting him to eye level before the darkness engulfed him.

Song: Leona Lewis- Yesterday

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