A/n: It's been a while but the voices stopped talking to me. this is a wrap up, i think it sums the fic up well but i'll let you be the judge of that. BTW i changed the tag from a Annabeth and Kurt thing to just Kurt because the voices changed their mind.

Disclaimer: I dont own the Glee or Percy Jackson universes... please dont sue me

"Most stories have tragic beginning or mind bending endings; where the hero's suffering makes your stomach turn and you feel like gritting your teeth, turning your head from the horror and forgetting what you've just witnessed… This is one of those stories.

No matter how much I wish away the events of the past 24 hours, I can't! Life hasn't afforded me the luxury of turning away and forgetting, gritted my teeth till I thought I could hear them cracking and my stomach… no everything insides me turned till there was nothing but a knot of emptiness. I was once led to believe that my life was perfect, because it was! I was a child genius, my dad got me and I could live in a world of books never wishing for more or different. It all went wrong when adventure, personal growth, friendship and Prince Charming entered the picture and disturbed the peace of books, mechanics and art… life gave me hope that it was getting better; introducing me to Rachel, reuniting me with Santana, bringing Wyatt to me, making a hero of a small town boy… life deceived me, waiting to take back it's due.

First thing to go was something I'd become complacent and forgotten to treasure, the one constant in my life; life took my father from me. It happened in a flash of bright light and loud boom that filled the air along with the strong nitric smell of lightning… he was gone. No more bad birthday gifts, no more failed lectures on why horizontal stripes didn't work unless you're wafer thin, no more car shows, no more hugs or comforting shoulder squeezes, nothing but a whole load of 'no mores'… a bunch of 'no mores' and a new life filled with adult struggles… life was cruel to Kurt Hummel.

The next thing to be lost from me was not gone as abruptly but rather in a torturous lull of darkness, thirst and hunger that seemed to drag on for an eternity, this was followed by overfeeding and dry land drowning of drinks that seemed un ending but the darkness remained till the day of reckoning came and the pain was intensified-

Kurt was dragged onto the top deck, the sun burned his eyes- it seemed like an eternity since he last felt the gently golden kiss of the sun on his pale skin and even longer since they let him shower. Kurt wasn't sure it had been since he was taken from the grasp of his friends but the 'not car crash' seemed like a lifetime ago, he looked at his fellow prisoner- Aphrodite's beauty surprised him every time he saw her; she was lucky to be so beautiful and powerful, what he wouldn't give to have the same effect on me- he turned back to their captor. Gaea was beautiful too but her beauty was dampened by how evil and crazy she was.

"Are you ready to fulfil your purpose Master Hummel?" She said with a manic smile on her beautiful mocha face.

"If I say no will you let me go?" she cackled manically at his statement as though it were a joke, "I didn't think so. So please don't waste my time with false politeness."

She grabbed his face roughly and pulled him so close to her that their noses were touching, "Careful, I'm only letting you live after this because it's your birthday."

"My birthday isn't for weeks you crazy bitch but I appreciate the gesture," he spat back, not real spit because he was still a lady.

"She's been accelerating time," Aphrodite said, her voice low and beaten, "That's why our watches have been giving us problems."

"Correct, and people think you're just a pretty blond bimbo." Gaea tilted her head in a menacing manner as she said that, "they have two parts right my little brunette. You know I was almost your mother."

"Is that what this is about? The father I never met?" Aphrodite was tired and her voice was evidence of this, if she was being held up by the two brutes she'd have collapsed from exhaustion. She hadn't been sleeping, looking out for Kurt at every moment and this was his turn to stand for.

"Get ready to meet him then," Gaea moved toward the edge of the boat, Kurt could see the whirlpool clearly and it frightened him. Gaea moved to the edge and started to chant something in Greek, a language Kurt was proficient in but failed to understand at this moment. She turned to face him, her eyes hungry and her hair wild because the wind had picked up, "Now the ritual sacrifice! The offspring first!"

"You are way too happy for a woman who is about to see a man who shoved giants up her vajayjay!" Kurt screamed over the roaring wind.

"I refuse to give my blood!" Aphrodite said, her voice strong but still faltering.

"It's always more fun to take it by force!" Gaea said as she approached Aphrodite with her blade drawn, she pulled the beautiful woman to the railing and spoke once more in a dialect of Greek that was too old for Kurt to understand, then the crazy bitch slit Aphrodite's throat in a single swift movement and all he could do was scream. "You're next! The blood of his 'killer' runs through your veins." her wicked smile fixed in place; he knew there was no fighting it- she was the earth and her goons were monsters, Kurt was just one little boy. He knew fighting was futile but he tried anyway. Fighting till he felt the blade, warm with Aphrodite's blood, against the soft pale flesh of his neck and within moments he felt the darkness consume him…

There was nothing but darkness for a while; this isn't how it's supposed to work! He went to the underworld and met the lord of death! Darkness shouldn't be how it ends! It was dark for a while, Kurt longed to be dead so he could be with his father once more but it seemed the darkness wouldn't let him go. The darkness was endless and Kurt had grown tired of its monotony; if this was going to be his eternal prison then they should at least let him redecorate because this endless darkness thing could use a lamp and a rug!

After living in the darkness forever and a day Kurt felt something pulling him, he knew in that moment he wasn't really dead and just faking it because the rug and lamp he demanded suddenly appeared. "Wait a mother fucking minute!" he exclaimed as he got up from the pool of his own blood.

"You're not dead?" Aphrodite squealed as she engulfed him in a warm hug, "Wait why aren't you dead?"

"I'm a part-time immortal." He quirked hugging her back.

"That's not how this works…"

"I realised it when the lamp and rug appeared," he said softly.

"Great! I'm imagining you!" she hit herself hard on the head multiple times; "I've lost my mind!"

"I think so too." Kurt said stopping her from hitting herself, "I've experienced something similar, just that I'm not dead. Not yet."

Kurt got to his feet and stormed past the monsters guarding Gaea's private quarters, he was pissed that she had 'killed' him and boy was she going to get a piece of his mind and maybe a black eye or two. He pulled her from her love making by a tuft with new found strength, "Bitch you are in for it because I am hella pissed!" he said tossing her across the room, "I'm not sure where this power is coming from but this whole killing me thing you did ruined a perfectly good outfit so get ready to experience 'destroyment' !"

"You should be dead, you're just a boy!" Gaea screeched as she collected herself, "this is impossible."

"I'm not just a boy, I'm Kurt Elizabeth Hummel!" He pushed her to the ground and straddled her abdomen, "I'm going to let you in on a little secret, my friends from Lima Heights Adjacent call me Porus!" his voice was a soft whisper in her ear, "oh and the bonus is, you created me and I'll be your end."

"I don't understand."

"After Zeus took down Kronos- which you orchestrated, nice work- you prophesized that Zeus's second offspring with Metis would take him down like he did his father. So Zeus, like his dad, swallows Metis as a fly but she's already pregnant so out pops Athena in full body armour." He flipped his bangs defiantly, "Are you still with me? The next part is tricky; Metis actually got the sperm she used to conceive me because Zeus is a fan of snowballing! Do you know what snowballing is?"

"I'm a grown woman! Of course I know what snowballing is!" Kurt raised a questioning brow, "Okay, I don't know what 'snowballing is'!"

"It's when you swish the sperm you just ejaculated around between your partner's mouth and your own till one of you swallows, usually happens after fallatio." Kurt smiled cruelly, "now I'm going to put you out of you misery."

"Kurt! No!" Aphrodite screamed holding his hands up, "Your better than this, you don't kill you love!"

"I spent more than a thousand years plotting my escape from Zeus's stomach, he coughed me out! It was disgusting! He didn't even cover his mouth!" he looked into her eyes and kissed her deeply, "I've existed more than a millennium, I am more than a brute who uses weapons and force to get what he wants! I'm ending this now and forever!"

"Hello! Erection dying here!" the elder gentleman on the bed finally said breaking his silence.

"Gosh, your dad is rude!"

"I know! Chill out old man."

"Take him and Gaea to Olympus and I'll meet you there, I've got a stop to make." Kurt got up and teleported off the ship.

My childhood was gone, not taken but no longer completely mine to command to my heart's desire. Learning where I came from opened a door to an endless list of new responsibilities and burdens that stretched beyond the capabilities of my former self so I saw myself changing into something I didn't quite understand but knew was necessary. I had an immense amount of power and money at my disposal, I wasn't going to let the loss of my father and childhood be in vain; father's small fortune of moral valuables wouldn't be lost in a war for power so I consulted my advisors…

"So… we're at IHOP?" Kurt said softly, "What are we ordering?"

"I hate when the voice in my head sounds like Kurt," Santana said behind her menu.

"It's been happening to me too lately, it sounds so real…" Rachel said from behind her menu.

"I hate when the voice in my head sounds like me too," Kurt said with a smile, "then I don't have anyone to blame for my bad ideas."

"That was funny Grandma!" Santana said putting down her menu, her eyes turned to saucers and her mouth flapping open and closed but no sound coming out.

"OMG, Old Betty White! Is it really you?" Rachel screeched in high G making the people in the restaurant turn and look at them.

"I liked it better when she was meek." Kurt said with a smile.

"I would not recommend any of the food on this menu, I walked by the kitchen and it a giant health code violatio-" his sentence faded at the end, "is this one of those times when we have the same hallucination?"

"You guys hallucinate about the same thing?" Kurt chuckled softly, "next you'll synchronise menstrual cycles."

"It's definitely him, but how?"

"Dear Wyatt McGrady," he took a sip of the orange juice in front of him, "Being a thousand year old god has its benefits."

"You're a god?" Rachel bit back.

"Of what?" Wyatt asked.

"Since when?" Santana asked, her question accompanied by a shove.

"Yes, I'm a god." He giggled, "I'm Porus, God of Resource, Creative Ingenuity and the Personification Abundance."

"Like Plato's Porus?" Santana asked with a wicked smile on her face.

"Yep!"

"That would mean… you're going to bring down Zeus, like Gaea prophesized." Rachel screamed in excitement.

"Who wants to give me a shower?" Kurt said with a laugh.

"Me." Wyatt whispered.

"Creepy!" Santana said causing the boy to turn crimson red.

~0~

As Kurt felt the warm water washing away the eternity of dirt and blood off his skin he felt it wash off any of his current worries making way for new worries.

"What's the point of this bath?" Wyatt asked with a cute quizzical look on his face, "Like I get that the Imbue restores Hera's virginity but what's its significance in this situation?"

"Well, it cleanses the bather completely." Kurt said as he twirled about in the water, "Which will wash the magic that Metis used to conceal my godliness."

"For what?" Rachel asked. Her confused face wasn't as cute.

"To fulfil his three prophecies." Santana said with a smug smile on her face, "They all lead to this bath and his conversation with Zeus."

"Exactly!" Kurt said congratulating her, "Wait, how did you know about the third prophecy?"

"I get you!" Kurt stared holed into her, "Okay, you mentioned it in your sleep."

Their group was engulfed in a bright light and they appeared in a large marble room, all of the gods were in attendance and this pleased him. "Oh my gosh Zues! You should knock! I'm naked!"

"You dare speak to me like that in my house?" Zeus's voice bellowed and echoed through the room.

"I do but first spit out my mother!" Kurt got out of the tub, his clothes dripping.

"I didn't eat Athena, she's over there." He pointed at the grey eyed goddess who nodded slightly.

"I'm sure she'd like for you to regurgitate our mother Metis too, or would that inconvenience you father?"

"It can't be!" people exclaimed from around the room.

"It is, so spit out the old lady or get ready to go down because I'm in charge now!"

"Hold your tongue boy!"

"I know, I shouldn't speak to my father like this. I know you know, you can smell it on me!"

"how?"

"It isn't important but if you don't spit out Metis within the next minute then I'll be forced to fulfil my destiny!" Kurt sent Zeus a glare that ripped into his being. The man, rather disgustingly, put his arm in his throat and pulled Metis out of his stomach. "I knew my mother would look like Meryl Streep!"

"What now?" Gaea asked impatiently.

"Well, I turn this into a counsel lead monarch." Kurt said proudly, "The Original Six will lead overall along with Gaea, who spent her entire existence trying to be heard in a man's world."

"But this is her faults!" Zeus bellowed, sounding like he was sulking, the man who has ruled the earth for millennia was sulking! Pitiful.

"You don't want to play the blame game with me." Kurt's words were sharp and precise, he scowled deeply and menacingly, "Your actions were your own; if you decided to meet me as opposed to trying to prevent my birth I wouldn't be so angry, if you hadn't murdered my father maybe I wouldn't be so irrational and maybe if you treated your family as your peers as opposed to ordering them around like your subordinates you wouldn't have a loyalty problem."

"The rest of you aren't so innocent either!" Santana spoke with her standard bitchy bite, "You all played a part in Zeus becoming a tyrant; you let him swallow Metis, you let him kill BurtyBear and you all let run wild like an undisciplined child."

"You need to learn that the 21st century isn't about blind faith," Wyatt said strongly, "It's the era of ingenuity and part of creating is assessing and deciding as a unit."

"Though individuality is immortal, a man alone cannot stand." Rachel's words were soft, "No man is an island but each a sovereign state."

Kurt turned on his heels and took the first steps of his life. "Where are you going?" Athena asked as he opened the door to leave.

"I'm going home; I have a semi-normal life to lead." Kurt stopped but did not turn back. He spoke softly and his voice remaining level, "I want to go to dances and kiss boys, I want to be a teenager, I want to get detention for being too fabulous, and I want to see spring 2014 Marc Jacobs. I'm only 12; I want to be 12 and nothing more. I'm going back to Lima Heights Adjacent. Are you bitches coming?"

"Kurt, wait." Wyatt walked up to him, "Are you ever coming back to camp?"

"No, I have no business being a hero."

"Does this mean I'll never see you again?"

"I don't know but the thing with true love is," Kurt paused, thinking about what Aphrodite said to him. He kissed Wyatt's cheek softly, "If it's meant to be, we'll find each other again."

Kurt began his steady walk; Rachel and Santana followed him home.

To conclude on my summer adventure, life offered me glory but I knew in my heart that I had no business accepting it. I have my own way of being special and I'm damn good at it. I've chosen normal life and nothing short of an unworldly experience; Santana, Rachel and I learned a lot about where we don't belong this summer. I only hope for more of the same next summer."

"Well, Mr Hummel that was an interesting, emotive and imaginative take on your summer." His new teacher smiled at him, "Your first of many A+'s this year."

~0~

As Kurt reflected on the first day of the sixth grade, he thought about how normal his day had been. Normal on the Kurt Hummel scale that is; he didn't need to act like an adult, he had his grandmother for that, and he could goof around like a normal kid. Kurt knew that if he missed the bus he'd be late for his reruns of Hannah Montana, Young Justice, Phineas & Ferb and all the childhood he'd missed already.

As Kurt was heading for the door he felt his world tilt, "Watch where you're going, homo."

The voice was familiar, making his insides smile at routine, "David! David Karofsky!"

"What Fancy?!"

"I missed this." Their eyes met for a moment and they both diverted their gaze at the same time, "Now help me up."

"Sure…"

A/n: This was fun, i'm already working on my next bit... see how the Pirate within comes out...