A/N: Sorry I didn't post in the last three days, I got grounded cause I didn't eat lunch.

Welp anyways... I have some explaining to do in this chapter so I'ma just end my babbling here c:

Oh yeah, anyone else notice nobody includes people using the bathroom, in movies and books? I have.

Oh oh oh, yeah... POWER SUGGESTIONS WELCOME~

Elliott had remembered, he's a good actor, he had to admit that. Kurt also knew Elliott doesn't think he's fine, but he really is. He would only be exhausted in the morning, but once he was pumped full of coffee he was good. He knew Starchild was worried because he was watching him all the time, like right now. He could basically feel it. A few days had passed since Elliott had comforted him from a bad dream, and to be honest, he had no idea why his friend was in the middle of the room when Kurt woke up, sure he'd asked him, but he just said he was walking around. And that was a lie. Kurt didn't mind though, eventually he'd get it out of him. His lessons with Mr. Anderson hadn't started either, he kept postponing, he really wouldn't be surprised if he postponed this lesson, or meeting.

"Hello Kurt!" Blaine said, breaking him from his thoughts. When did Blaine get next to him anyways?

"Why hello Blaine, now if you'll excuse me I have to walk to class." Kurt said, he wasn't in the mood for Blaine's dapper attitude, or his hair gel. He really just wanted to find out what his powers were, and when he did, powers days would be easier for him. Thankfully, today wasn't a power day. Blaine huffed and inched away from Kurt and started talking to Wes about the Warblers. To be honest he wanted to join the Warblers, so did Elliott. The were actually planning on when they'd audition, they knew what song they were going to , just not the outfits. It would be downright outrageous, and he was looking forward to being out of character, and live a little. Kurt kept walking down the hallway, the sea of students diminishing as time for class got closer. He glanced at the clock on the wall, two minutes until the bell rang. Kurt fought his way through the crowd, and walked down the hallway that lead to the boys gym and locker rooms.

Kurt looked down at his gym uniform in disgust, he wore it every other day, witch annoyed him thoroughly. The gym teacher stood in front of the awkward looking teens.

"Today we are playing Dodge-ball. You may use your powers-" She moved Kurt to the side. " Porcelain and over is a team, other half is another team."

Kurt wasn't too happy about this, he didn't know what his powers were! He was going to suck so bad. Coach blew her whistle, and suddenly there were dodge-balls in between the two teams. Oddly enough, it was like a war, everyone ran towards the balls -battle cry's and all- Kurt really didn't like this game, neither did a few of the other students, who just hung back and watched their fellow students act like animals, to most it was of the boys who were watching go hit in the face, and his nose started bleeding. That made Kurt start moving and paying attention. Kurt caught a ball that almost hit him in the head, he almost fell over, the ball was thrown hard. The boy was out and Kurt smiled at him before continuing. Kurt threw the ball as hard as he could, and hit one of the bigger guys in the face, who looked extremely mad, a lot like the look Karofsky gave him when he left McKinley. He ignored it. Someone threw a ball in his general direction, it stopped about a foot before it got to him and rolled over to him. Kurt picked it up. There wasn't that many people now, but there was only like 10 on each team. Kurt drop-kicked the ball, he was bored and decided to let the ball do what it wanted.

Someone on his team had to be telekinetic, the ball had hit someone. There was no way that he had actually hit someone with that ball, but he did. So someone had to be telekinetic. The guy was out and was still shocked because the ball had actually hit him. Kurt shrugged and watched the last person on the other team get out, his team had one. Kurt smiled brightly at the rest of his teammates, one was way bigger than him, but was actually nice because he smiled and patted Kurt and the other boy's backs. He turned and looked at the other guy, he was just a little bigger than him, but it wasn't muscle or fat. He was taller, and if he had to guess, he was telekinetic. There was only one other guy, who was a little bit smaller than Kurt, but had his force-field up, he knew that because there was a weird static noise coming from him.

"Round two!" The coach bellowed, according to her name tag, her name was Sue other students made their way back to their respectful teams.

And of course Kurt had made dodge-ball enemies. Well at least he guessed he did. He went back to the back and caught two dodge-balls, but gave them away to some of his teammates. Someone threw a flaming ball. A freaking Flaming ball, of course. The logic. Kurt managed to dodge it before hit hit him, by centimeters. He had felt the heat as it flew past. He had to be more careful. Kurt picked up the scorched ball, ya it hurt a bit, but not too much. He threw it at one of the smaller teens, who disappeared right before the ball hit him and appeared at the different side of his teams side. Kurt resisted laughing. He dodged another flaming ball, like seriously, where are these coming from? The game was getting hectic, people telephoning around, feigning throws, only to startle someone else. Flaming balls, even the occasional, super-strength thrown ball, but those were weak.

Kurt watched a ball fly past the bigger boy on his team, it was like faster than a bullet. It buried itself in the concrete wall behind them, Kurt stared at it in awe. It had almost went through the wall. What if it went through and went into a classroom and hit the teacher? Boom, that class would be over... we should try that sometime. Kurt turned his attention back to the game, and great his team was doomed, it was him and the force field boy left, and five other players on the other team. Luckily, everyone was focusing on the force-field teen, supplying Kurt and him with dodge-balls. But the other five were smart, too smart for his liking. But of course, Kurt had noticed too, why'd he think they hadn't? The force-field went down when the teen threw a ball, so it wouldn't just bounce back at him. And the teen did just that. Mr. Anderson walked out of the school building and watched the teen get out. Kurt was the only one left.

On a whim, he threw a ball at one of the smaller teens, and amazingly got him out as for he was grabbing another ball.

That made Kurt happy, there was another ball in his other hand, one of the bigger boys threw a ball at him rather slowly, Kurt walked out of its path and got another guy (not the bigger one) out. Of course, as soon as he had hope, it was diminished. The biggest teen held a ball in his hand, while one of the smaller one set it on fire. They repeated this process on three other dodge-balls, Kurt knew he wouldn't be able to escape it so he tried getting the one of the others out. No such luck.

The dean walked over to Sue and whispered something in her ear. "No fireballs, we don't want his uniform ruined."

The other boys smirked at this and unlit them, but handed the bigger boy another ball, which he threw both simultaneously at Kurt. One hit Kurt in the stomach, successfully winding him. The other hit him in the head, knocking him out. Kurt was flung into the concrete, hitting his head on it before blacking out.

Mr. Anderson watched Kurt fall to the ground, and stop moving. Everyone stood there in shock. It wasn't supposed to knock him out, just get it out, right? The other students around the biggest one smacked him upside the head for knocking the poor kid. The other half were walking over to Kurt, to help get him to the nurses office or something when one of the kids gasped loudly, drawing everyone's attention to the teen. The familiar mist covered his body, seeming to seep into his stomach and head before practically exploding. The mist suddenly covered the walls, ceiling, floor, and people. Everyone froze and stared at mist was red, and it's appearance changed, more like a blood red goo than mist. More like blood. Some of the students caught on and started screaming, everything was covered in blood. It was dripping from the ceiling, going down the wall, and the people. It smelled like copper and blood. The students were screaming and wiping it off. Mr. Anderson just started wiping it off. He'd expected this. It was all apart of the plan. It was going perfectly. As soon as it came, it receded back into Kurt, causing his to inhale sharply, as if it pained him. The students stood there in shock as Mr. Anderson walked over to Kurt, and picked him up.

The Dean carried Kurt back into the main part of the school, leaving Sue and the Students. It still stunk. "Go to the showers, this class obviously needs it, seeing as all of you pissed your pants!" She said, turning around to walk out of the room.

Elliott stood against the door, holding his breath to hear the conversation on the other side. He was searching for Kurt, who had disappeared in Gym when he was knocked out. Of course, everyone knew what had happened, news spread fast in this school. He was knocked out during dodge-ball, and his mist had came out. At first it had wrapped around Kurt and went into his bruises or whatever, but then it masked the floor, ceiling, walls and people. It had also turned blood red. Then it turned into blood. Of course everyone was scared senseless. And there were rumors about Kurt now, that he had exploded and he died. But Elliott doubted that, he was probably only passed out or something. So he had started searching the halls and passed the deans office, hearing voices in there. And that's how he got here.

"Anderson, is he ready yet?"

"With time, he will be."

"Time? Time? You are fully aware we are running out of time.. we need him now."

"He can't go with you yet! His seal isn't broken, only one of his powers have appeared! If we force it, it could be traumatizing for him!"

Elliott stood there, silent.

"Two weeks Anderson, Two weeks."

Starchild heard footsteps coming closer before they paused, and he bolted. Who were they talking about? It had to be Kurt. There was no way it wasn't Kurt. There was only one place he hadn't checked, and he face palmed because of it. Duh, the nurses office. Elliott ran over to the Nurses office, which was empty, except for the Nurse, who smiled.

"What do you need?" She asked him. He looked around.

"Where's Kurt Hummel?" He asked the lady, who kept smiling.

"We just sent him to his dorm a few minutes ago." She said, turning back to her desk, indicating the conversation was over. Elliott mumbled a 'thank you' and went to the dorm as fast as he could.

Starchild threw the door open, to see a fully healed Kurt, belting out the lyrics to 'Defying Gravity'. His voice always took his breath away, no matter the situation. Kurt stopped singing and looked at Elliott, smiling.

He doesn't know.

Why doesn't anyone tell him?!

"Hi Kurt. You better?" Kurt nodded vigorously.

"Yup, although everyone was kinda freaking out over me." He said, picking up his phone to look at his latest text, as the Dean walked into the room, not having the decency to knock. He walked over to Kurt. Kurt put his phone down and looked at the Dean."Are you canceling today too?" he asked, obviously mad at him. The dean shook his head.

"We already know one of your powers, Kurt."