A/n: two chapters in one day! lucky you! im supposed to be studying but this is my first free moment... the last chapter was supposed to be a cliffhanger but i just couldnt wait!
Disclaimer: i dont own squat, not even this wifi... those people with names starting with 'R' own this...
Rachel sat at the top of white marble steps looking out onto a small village that looked like it had been taken from a book; the buildings were of Grecian architecture with a modern edge to them. "It's something isn't it?" A voice said from behind her.
"Yea," Rachel turned to see one of the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen approach her, "Where am I?" Her voice was airy and high, like she was singing her words.
"This Olympus Rachel," the dark haired woman took a seat next to Rachel, her golden gown pooling on the cold marble. "You aren't really here."
"I know," she said meekly, "but how, you can't dream of a place or person you've never seen- scientifically that is."
"I'm projecting this into your mind," the woman smiled sweetly, Rachel's heart skipped a beat as the woman's beauty trebled, "we need to speak, mother to daughter."
"Hera? You're so beautiful!" Rachel said boldly, she was excited to be meeting the woman who created her.
"As are you. Leave convention for the normal, your beauty is reserved only for the extraordinary." Hera ran her thumb over the contours of Rachel's face which caused a slight blush to rise to her surface.
"Why am I here?" Rachel asked, her voice strong, "Not that this isn't fun."
"I couldn't tell you this in reality without losing my husband but." Hera took a deep breath, "Zeus has lost his mind to the power that he wields, he has become so fixated with keeping his throne as the King of Olympus that he is willing to destroy all those who threaten that."
"I don't understand."
"I'm losing the man I love, when he's not off making the beast with two backs with mortals, he's trying to control everyone and I resent that!" Hera paused to wipe away a tear, "Our children are not treasonous beings, they respect his authority. He is a danger upon us all; I thought Maria De Angelo was an isolated case but Burt Hummel's untimely demise has opened my eyes to the stranger in my home."
"Oh my gosh Burt!" Rachel looked about in blind panic, "Kurt! I need to be there for him."
"Kurt has been taken by Gaea," Hera said, remorse evident in her voice.
"Where did she take him? Santana and I-"
"You need to find her before she perverts his mind," Hera stood tall and strong, "with all my might I shall lead you to him for he is the only one with the power to bring my husband back."
"How do we find him?" Rachel asked Hera, begging the woman to help them.
"Aphrodite," Hera paused taking in Rachel's shocked face, "love will lead you to Kurt." Rachel watched the world around her lose colour and become distorted; Rachel watched the grecian buildings twist into pale wall, the sun lost its heat but gained additional brightness; Rachel looked up into the doctors face as she lay in the ER.
"Rachel?" The man said with dreamy blue eyes, she nodded her response, "Rachel, you're at Lima General, you were in a car crash."
"Doctor," she interrupted, "Our braked before impact. There were only 4 people in the car?"
"Yes, everyone survived." As the doctor said this the room was swamped by Santana, Mr D, Percy, Annabeth and Chiron (who at some point lost his pony parts in favour of a wheel chair). "Dionysus." The doctor acknowledged before making casual conversation with Percy as though they were BFFs.
"Kurt's gone," Santana sobbed, hugging Rachel, "That woman took him."
"Gaea," Rachel sobbed, "we are going to make that bitch pay!"
"Language!" Her dad shouted from beside her.
"Soy de Lima Heights Adyacente," Rachel said aggressively, "cuidamos de los nuestros!"
"Spanish, really?" Hiram said without asking the question, "not a word of Hebrew, you just wanna kill your grandmother!"
"How do we find Aphrodite?" Rachel asked frantically, effectively ignoring her dad.
"Now isn't the time for love," Percy snapped, you got a man down.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Santana snapped back without missing a beat, "Or so help me god, I will go all kinds of Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass."
"Aphrodite can use our love for Kurt to lead us to him," Rachel's eyes pooling with moisture, pleading for reassurance.
"I don't think we love Kurt romantically," Santana said, her tears had long fallen.
"But… but…" Rachel took a moment to regain her wits, she was Rachel freakin Berry! She boldly took to the stage at the tender age of eight months; the theatre is savage, surviving that made her stronger. "We'll find him."
~O~
Kurt woke up feeling like he'd been asleep for years, his hands were shackled but that wasn't the worst of it; his eyesight was groggy, his lips chapped, his hair deflated and his clothes dirty. Kurt gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the dark cavern, he could feel it's movement- jerking back and forth-he concluded that he was on a ship from the smell of brine. He took his surroundings in; a small cell at the bottom of the ship and judging from the lack of portholes, this wasn't a luxury liner. Kurt took a deep breath, "Can I get some water!" He screamed with a hoarse voice.
"No one can hear you!" An equally hoarse voice said through the wall.
"Who are you? Who are they? and what do they want from us?" Kurt asked in a panic and relief that he wasn't alone.
"I'm Aphrodite," Kurt took note that she had a slight British accent, "The woman who has taken us is Gaea, former consort to my father. Her aid is Morpheus, the god of sleep."
"Aphrodite? The goddess of love?" He asked cautiously.
"Lady of Doves, the whole nine yards." There was silence for a moment, "who are you?"
"Kurt Hummel." He let out a sob at the sound of his name, "Son of the late Burt Hummel." He had to say it, to familiarise himself with the idea.
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, such a loved little boy," she sounded like a wine-o reminiscent of days gone by.
"My dad loved me till his death." He said it again even though his throat burned at the words.
"Not just by your dad," she paused and let out a satisfied sigh, like an artist looking back at their masterpiece, "but by Santana and more recently Rachel as a best friend. You had some UFOs too."
"UFOs?" He said with a giggle.
"Unidentified Flirty Observers." Kurt was growing accustomed to her breezy satisfied falsetto, "Two boys in your class sat there hoping you'd take your nose out of the books and notice them, a boy in your dance class dreams of the day you'll ask him to be your dance partner."
"And you swear on Sarah Jessica Parker that you aren't pulling my leg?" Her asked with a giggle as they sat back to back, separated by the wall.
"You've seen the behaviour of a certain hero, I can't make this kind of stuff up." he listened as her voice lost modulation to the high pitch squeal of a twelve year old. "You Kurt Elizabeth Hummel have earned the respect of many gods; myself included. Athena and my husband adore your creative ingenuity. Ares likes your spunk and bravery, I think it has something to do with you taking down Percy and Ares cabin in one day. Artemis thinks sunshine and rainbows of you, she was like 'that boy has grace like a gazelle', she is goddess of the hunt and I hear you're a great shot." They both laughed at Aphrodite's impersonation of Artemis. "Zeus is also a little impressed; you flew a plane being pursued by a dragon on your first time."
"Zeus killed my dad..." Silence washed over the brig, a reminder that they were prisoners. Kurt was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how everyone seemed to 'love' him but very few showed it, when their cells were opened by a tall hulking figure. The man walked up to Kurt and grabbed him by the collar, "Easy, this shirt is Dolce & Gabbana!"
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," the brute said sarcastically. The brute grabbed Aphrodite and carried her under his other arm.
"You're really pretty," he said looking at her timeless beauty, a Keira Knightly in Pride and Prejudice meets Anne Hathaway in Becoming Jane.
"You're pretty too," Aphrodite replied making him blush.
"You're both pretty, we get it!" The brute said shaking them.
"You may feel unloved but Hephaestus loves you dearly, reconcile and he'll forgive." Kurt said without meaning to, he regretted it upon seeing Aphrodite's face drop. "I'm sor-"
"Don't be." he listened to the pain in her voice.
"This worse than an episode of Oprah rolled together with a Meryl Streep movie!" The brute said shaking them again.
"Did he just talk smack about Oprah?" Kurt asked no one on particular as he started to feel dizzy.
"And Meryl Streep!" Aphrodite exclaimed. Kurt was blinded by the bright light of the outside.
~O~
"No one has seen an eleven year old boy wearing a Michael Kors sun visor?" Santana snapped as she paced a trench around the rec room of the Big House, "How do you lose Kurt? He practically has a neon rainbow sign over his head!"
"Santana, we've been going through this all week," Chiron said solemnly, "we can't do much to find Kurt, it is beyond our power!"
"Come on!" Rachel nagged, Santana had never been so glad to have the girl on her side, "Kurt and Aphrodite have been gone a week but no one's been deployed to find them!"
"I'm ready to go Chiron," Percy said, Santana questioned the boys involvement, "Just give me the go ahead."
"I give the go ahead around here, not Chiron" Mr D said, his voice strong and commanding, "The theatre may suffer a great loss if we don't do something, Red? Why are we not getting a prophecy?"
"I don't know!" Santana looked at the frazzled red head, "We haven't found the right hero or maybe the fates have a plan?"
"I'm done waiting for this quacked up fortune teller to read her tarot cards," Rachel rose to her feet as she spoke, "Santana, we're leaving."
"I don't think so," Chiron cut in, "Camp rules state-"
"That we're still on our quest, the prophecy isn't fulfilled and we haven't returned completely." Santana said as they headed out the door.
Collecting their stuff and getting packed had them at the top of Half-blood Hill in minutes, as they crossed the magic barrier they were greeted by a familiar face, "Hestafreak Spawn, how can we help you?" Santana snapped as she helped Rachel over.
"Annabeth said to give you this." Wyatt handed them a bag of supplies, "And I want to come with you..."
"Aw, how romantic!" Santana said causing the boy to blush.
"Be that as it may," Rachel said sternly, "No, my gut says you shouldn't."
"I'm sorry but who died and made you Olivia Pope?" She snapped at Rachel, "Whoever's taken Kurt isn't taking him to tea, he'll need his friends to support him after his loss."
"I get that Santana," Rachel's eyes pleaded the way they do, large and innocent, "Wyatt has gotten close to Kurt but I have a bad feeling about bringing him with us."
"Let's put it to a vote," Wyatt finally said, breaking the silent conversation between Rachel and Santana.
"If you're sure you wanna risk my gut-"
"Which was wrong about Hestia!" Santana interjected.
"Yes, then fine, let's go." Santana was almost impressed by the power of Kurt's influence on the girl.
"Where do we start?" Wyatt asked enthusiastically.
"Your enthusiasm makes me sick!" Santana scoffed as she led them down Half-Blood Hill toward the main road, "Let's go to the one place where all bad things seem to happen."
"We were just in Lima and we didn't achieve much there." Rachel said questioning.
"You know what?" She sneered, "I liked it better when you were meek, Kurt doesn't need replacing as the voice of bitchy reason!"
"Hey, don't snap at me!" Rachel said, her brown eyes looking like molten chocolate, "you're not the only person who lost someone, Kurt was the first friend I ever had! I loved him!" The tears now streaked her face, outlining the contours of her twisted face.
"Well I'm not the one claiming superior intellect!" Santana snapped.
"I'm not claiming anything," Rachel stepped closer to Santana and held her by the shoulders, Santana looked away. Rachel softened her voice as she spoke again, "Just because Kurt isn't here doesn't mean we must fall apart."
"He's one of the best things in my life." Santana finally whispered to herself.
"We're going to get him back." Wyatt said as he watched the girls hugging it out.
~O~
As Kurt's eyes adjusted he saw the same beautiful face that he'd seen so long ago when he was taken from his friends, her amber eyes smiled in a devious fashion; "Kurt Hummel, Aphrodite," she said as her wicked grin twisted her face, "How lovely that you're here."
"I doubt we had much of a choice," Kurt said boldly, "Who the hell do you think you are keeping me captive?"
"Gaea, the primordial Greek goddess personifying the Earth, the first to emerge from Chaos" Gaea bowed as though introducing herself to royalty, "I'm sorry these are the circumstances."
"It would be nice if you'd show it and put us down." Aphrodite said with a slight whine to her voice.
"Put them down." Gaea said to the brute, "Gently! Antaeus, be a darling and get mummy some water and our guests some Ambrosia and Nectar."
"Yes, mom…" The brute said in a singsong fashion.
"Why are we here?" Kurt demanded once he was sure he was safe from Antaeus, "And you can cut that friendly nice guy crap."
"I don't know what you mean," Gaea said sweetly, "What have I done to give you the impression that I'm up to something sinister?"
"How's about you abducting and chaining us." Aphrodite snapped at her, "When Artemis gets here she will be so pissed!"
"And what makes you think she's coming?" Gaea asked, she was so aloof that Kurt couldn't help but be impressed.
"I missed our shopping appointment!" Aphrodite said strongly.
"Oh, that is serious!" Kurt and Gaea said at the same time.
"Very well, we're here." Gaea said in differently, "there is no stopping the inevitable."
"Is it me or is this bitch crazy?" Kurt stage whispered to Aphrodite.
Hope you enjoyed it! spanish comes from Google Translate: "I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent take care of ours" is what it should say, hope i didnt offend.