A/N: What would you do if someone was struck by lightning in front of you?

Partially inspired by the title of Chris Colfer's first movie Struck By Lightning, and also the premise behind the movie Chronicle.

Kurt is struck by lightning, becomes a partially-famous internet sensation because he was struck by lightning and survived his injuries, and was supposed to gain a shitload of superpowers. This takes place sometime in the second season of Glee, before Kurt transfers to Dalton, and continues until he does. After Kurt is hit, Finn leaves the game early, forcing Sam to take his position (on the condition Finn calls and tells him what happened and how Kurt was later on). Once people find out about Kurt's situation (what with the bullying and the school not willing to take his word for it and other such issues), random people and LGBT-oriented charities in Ohio donate money for the medical bills and begin putting pressure on the schoolboard. This enables Kurt to transfer to Dalton without having to sacrifice his father's heart meds.

I didn't actually research what being struck by lightning would do to someone, or even if you would go flying after being it, so I basically used what happened in one of Meg Cabot's shorter books. The main character is struck by lightning (except she was fully leaning on the pole by the bleachers while she hid from hail) and also gains a power, except hers was to find the location of missing people on occasion.

"Dad, I'm going to get us some lunch." Kurt had left his father to get some sandwiches for their lunch, as the rain had finally let up, so Kurt might as well take advantage of it. The only food they'd had since a rather small breakfast was a tasteless granola bar, which didn't do them any favours.

Thank god the school was close enough to Subway that he could walk.

Of course, he managed to get a glimpse of his red tennis shoes, the ones he'd used to show 'school spirit' (though they went fabulously with his red and white ensemble), and the wide, dark streak of mud along the top. Luckily, Kurt brought moist towelettes with him everywhere, since they helped remove slushie dye from his skin without leaving him feeling dry-skinned all day.

As he bent down, Kurt rested a hand on the large metal flagpole to keep his balance. Since the American flag wasn't supposed to be 'defiled' by the elements, no one had bothered to put the flag up, leaving the pole looking oddly naked. The towelettes in his hand had barely managed to make contact with his shoe when he suddenly felt as if every nerve in his body had simultaneously caught fire. The world abruptly turned black.

Jacob Ben Israel was recording for his blog, as was the A/V team for the football season souvenirs they sold yearly to pay for new equipment.

Jacob managed to capture the very moment the blindingly white bolt of lightning struck the very flagpole Kurt was leaning his weight on, on tape. It showed, in an almost slow motion view when he rewound it later in disbelief, the lightning traveling down the pole in a chaotic manner before it touched Kurt, traveling down his arm, his body beginning to seize almost immediately with the overload of electricity. He was blasted away from the pole, the lightning moving quickly, as lightning was wont to do, from his body after he landed and into the grounding force of the earth. Jacob dropped the camera at the point he realized that Hummel had fallen into a seizure. He would need new camera lenses, but the footage hadn't been damaged.

The A/V club had also caught the aftermath; Kurt spitting up blood from where he had bitten his tongue as he tried to breathe, clutching at his throat. The only reason they had caught that scene was because their cameras were permanently mounted under the overhang (in case of rain) beneath the announcer's tower, where someone would announce what the players were doing from a 'neutral' vantage point. They pointed directly at the entrance to the field from the parking lot, where Kurt was heading out. They also happened to catch the chaos that occurred right after Kurt had been thrown violently into the field, where the footballers were confused on what had just happened. Some people screamed, a few more on the other side echoed it, another couple yelled, "Kurt!" It all seemed to become a stampede as more and more people panicked.

Burt had almost had another heart attack when Kurt was suddenly indirectly struck by lightning.

He felt numb as he dialed 911, just like the other dozen or so people who had done so. His call was different in that he said, "My son," rather than, "random kid," or, "Kurt."

Burt was beside himself. Kurt had been randomly seizing all week while at the hospital. He hadn't woken up yet. Carole kept trying to get Burt to think positively, rationally even, but it wasn't working well. She had finally resorted to giving him excessive amounts of chamomile tea to keep relaxed.

Glee kept trying to bombard Finn with questions about Kurt's health, since no one was allowed to visit Kurt yet except Burt, but it wasn't effective since he didn't know anything and felt horrible about that. It got to the point that he had a breakdown. Rachel had taken a page out of Kurt's book and was now verbally tearing everyone a new asshole whenever they tried to talk to Finn.

The videos of Kurt being hit had now reached over 500,000 views on the school site and Ben Israel's blog, and had made its way onto YouTube. Someone had even spliced Ben Israel's and the A/V club's videos together rather well. It was this video that made it onto the local news. It wasn't everyday that someone in Lima was struck by lightning.

Kurt didn't know what was happening. Everything looked white with an occasional flash of a brilliant color, usually red or blue. Every so often, he'd heard his father's voice pleading with him to wake up he replied that he would if he could find the way out of there.

Halfway through what felt like his millionth rant in response to the pleas, a plain oak door appeared. Abruptly stopping his one-way conversation, Kurt approached the door cautiously.

Burt was on the verge of falling asleep at his son's bedside when he heard more than saw Kurt shifting in his coma. Fearing another seizure, he refocused on his son's face and saw Kurt's eyes blinking sleepily.

Hardly daring to believe his eyes, he asked, "Kurt?"

"Dad?" came the scratchy, deeper voice of his only child.

"Oh, Kurt…"

Huffing when a week after he got out of the hospital he was back in the nurse's room, Kurt flipped through an outdated issue of some parents magazine agitatedly.

As soon as it became apparent that he was fine, the bullying had started again.