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Well hello again, thank you everyone for reading, reviewing and guessing. I welcome you all to chapter 3…
Chapter 3 – Weirder than Puberty
The following morning, Kurt stood in front of his mirror to examine the cut on the side of his head. However, as he looked at his reflection, he could not see a cut. Or indeed any part of him. Though he stood directly in front of his mirror, no reflection greeted him. Looking downwards, Kurt could clearly see himself but there was definitely no sight of him in the mirror.
"I'm invisible," Kurt whispered to himself. He reached for his phone; the mirror reflection making it seem like the phone was floating in midair, and called Mercedes. "I'm invisible," he told her before the girl even had time to finish a greeting.
"Wait… what?" Mercedes asked.
"I'm invisible," Kurt repeated; a slight tone of panic beginning to creep into his voice. "I'm looking at myself in the mirror, and I'm not there."
"Oh damn," Mercedes replied.
"What should I do?" Kurt asked her desperately needing some kind of advice or assurance.
"I don't know," Mercedes answered. "Damn, this stuff is freaky. Just… just stay calm. We'll find a way to figure this out."
"Whoa," Kurt exclaimed almost dropping the phone when he suddenly became visible again.
"Kurt?" Mercedes enquired.
"I'm here," Kurt told her. "I can see myself in the mirror. I'm visible and fabulous again."
"Weird things are happening with me too," Mercedes revealed. "I think I'm making the weather weird. I don't mean to but this stuff keeps happening."
"Like yesterday in the Choir Room when you made the window frosty?" Kurt asked.
"Not just frost," Mercedes commented. "After I showered last night I couldn't find my blow-dryer but I thought about how much I wanted my hair dry and like some warm breeze seemed to hit me, just at my hair, drying it off just like I needed it to."
"Freaky," Kurt replied. "But also convenient. Have you heard from any of the others? Any more electric special effects from Artie?"
"I don't know," Mercedes said. "I just hope they're all ok. Even Rachel."
"Oh no," Kurt sighed. "I'm invisible again."
"And either I have really bad dandruff or I'm making it snow," Mercedes stated.
"We need to find a way to control this," Kurt said adamantly. "At least until we can figure out how to get rid of it or it naturally fades away."
"What if it never goes away?" Mercedes asked. "What if we can't control it?"
"We have to," Kurt told her. "I'll see you at school."
"And hopefully I'll see you too," Mercedes replied before hanging up.
"A fabulous outfit and no-one to see it," Kurt sighed to himself as he observed his invisibility in the mirror.
He tip-toed down the stairs and slipped out of the house before his dad could see him (or not see him as the case seemed to be). He looked at his baby parked in the driveway but reasoned it was more sensible to leave his car and walk to school. Other drivers would surely panic to see a car seemingly driving itself.
Arms crossed defensively across his chest, Kurt made his way to school on foot, not knowing if he was visible or not. He had to dodge out of the way of a cyclist which suggested he was still invisible but he couldn't be completely sure. A neighbour's dog yapped playfully at him and danced around his ankles much to the confusion of his owner.
"I guess dogs can see me," Kurt commented in an off-hand manner, the sound of his voice scaring the dog-walker who couldn't see him. Realising that he was still audible while invisible, Kurt made a mental note to be as silent as he could so as not to alarm unsuspecting members of the public.
He neared the front of the school, tensing up when he saw his usual tormentors waiting in their usual place. Holding his head high, he strode past them as he always did. Normally, one of the larger football players would grab hold of him and he'd be thrown in the dumpster as they spat out some homophobic slurs. Today, no insulting words met his ears and nobody had placed so much as a finger on him. He paused in his footsteps, pretty much standing directly in front of the group of jocks but they didn't spare him a glance. He smiled to himself realising he must still be invisible.
Getting a mischievous idea, Kurt quietly moved forwards. He crouched down at the feet of one of his main tormentors and nimbly tied the laces of his sneakers together. He then moved a safe distance away and waited for the group of jocks to move. Luck seemed to be on Kurt's side that day as Coach Tanaka appeared and gruffly told the boys to head inside. Kurt couldn't control the giggle that escaped him when he watched one of his regular bullies crash face first to the floor, everybody to witness the incident letting out a chorus of laughter.
Invisibility might not be so bad, Kurt thought to himself as he strutted towards the entrance doors and practically glided through the hallways. He was so busy feeling pleased with himself that it caused him quite a shock when a Hockey player barged him roughly with his shoulder, causing him to fall to his knees.
"Yuck," Karofsky sneered. "You really so gay you're that desperate to suck my cock, Hummel?" Your pretty mouth would look so good around my dick.
"I believe that's your wet dream, Karofsky," Rachel piped up standing by Kurt's side and helping him to his feet as she stared defiantly up at the bully who had paled at her words, his eyes darting around fearfully in case any passers-by had heard anything.
"You'd better learn to shut your mouth," Karofsky threatened. "Or you'll both be getting a taste of the Fury," he clenched his fist in front of his face.
"Threatening to beat up girls now?" Kurt asked in disgust. He certainly struggled to tolerate Rachel, but he would never ever consider striking a girl, nor would he stand idly by as another male threatened such a thing.
"Why don't you go hide in a closet somewhere?" Karofsky snarled at Kurt. The things I'd do to you if I could get you alone in the Janitor's closet.
"While I'm sure you'd gladly enjoy some company in a cosy little closet," Rachel said stepping between the two boys with her hands on her hips (almost like she was trying to imitate Quinn). "Kurt is a boy with self-respect and standards. You could never be considered a suitable… anything. You can't even name a single Barbara Streisand song and I for one think that makes you a travesty to the entire gay community."
Karofsky looked like he'd been slapped and he quickly moved away, shoving a boy from the Chess Club as he did so.
"Damn it, Rachel," Kurt sighed gripping the girl's arm and turning her to face him. "Why did you provoke him like that? Do you have any idea how badly he could have beaten us up? And why were you talking like that? Karofsky isn't gay. He's as straight and homophobic as they come."
"Homophobic, yes," Rachel agreed. "Straight, no. I have two gay dads so naturally I'm gifted with excellent gaydar and thanks to the odd happenings in the Choir Room yesterday I can now hear other people's thoughts… and I am not crazy," she added when she heard Kurt think just that.
"You're reading people's minds?" Kurt asked her. That is so gross and invasive, nobody is allowed in here but me, you'd better stay out Rachel Berry.
"I'm hearing people's thoughts," Rachel answered. "And let me tell you, the boys at this school are all so perverted, other than yourself of course. All they think about is sex; well, occasionally food, but predominantly sex. Already I'm going to need a thousand years of therapy and that's just from hearing Mr. Schuester's wildly inappropriate thoughts about Miss Pillsbury."
Does she ever stop talking? Kurt wondered.
"I heard that," Rachel mumbled resentfully.
"Well stop listening," Kurt complained. "This is my place," he pointed to his head. "Keep out." He walked away from her but she followed behind and then they found Mercedes. "Mercedes," Kurt greeted. "Do make an effort to keep your opinions to yourself because somebody can now walk into our brains and invade all of our private thoughts."
"What?" Mercedes stared at him blankly.
"What Kurt is trying to tell you, Mercedes, is that after the incident in the Choir Room yesterday I am now gifted with the ability to hear other people's thoughts," Rachel explained. "Now, there is no need to feel uncomfortable. We're friends and team mates and I promise I won't use this ability to my advantage in any way."
"You certainly seemed to use it to your advantage with Karofsky," Kurt pointed out.
"That was different," Rachel defended. "He was harassing you. I just used this new skill as a method to get him to leave us alone."
"That could have backfired horribly," Kurt said. "In fact he's probably thinking up all sorts of revenge plans as we speak."
"Ok, hold up," Mercedes interjected before Rachel could make a retort. "So, let me see if I've got this. Rachel can hear what people are thinking? I'm in the running to be one hell of a weather girl and Kurt can turn invisible?"
"Plus Artie had that weird electric thing with his hands," Kurt reminded them. "It didn't even burn his skin or anything. No marks at all."
"What about Tina?" Mercedes asked.
"We should find her," Rachel suggested. "Artie too. And maybe Finn could help us and then we could…"
"Sing a duet and he'll magically leave Quinn Fabray and fall in love with you?" Kurt asked with a scoff. "Forget it, Rachel, it's not happening. Finn doesn't think of you that way."
A wild look overcame Rachel's features.
"You don't know that," Rachel told Kurt. "But I can find out," she said triumphantly with a manic grin before striding away, presumably searching for Finn.
"Oh damn, this is gonna cause some serious drama," Mercedes commented. "Um… Kurt?" she whispered looking back to the boy only to find he wasn't there.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked, confused for a moment.
After checking around her to make sure nobody was paying attention, Mercedes whispered that she couldn't see him.
"I'm going to link my arm with yours," Kurt whispered so only she could hear. "Don't freak out ok." He linked their arms together and judging by her expression, Mercedes clearly found the situation weird but she didn't cause a scene. "Just act natural," Kurt said as they slowly made their way through the corridors.
As they turned a corner, Mercedes let out a startled gasp when Kurt became visible again.
"Damn, Kurt, you really need to learn how to control this," Mercedes said. "If the wrong person sees something…" she trailed off, not really knowing what such consequences would be.
"Hey, Glee Freaks," a voice said condescendingly and the pair looked up to face a member of the Football team. "You thirsty?" he asked stepping towards them menacingly with a large cup of Slushie in his hand.
Together, Kurt and Mercedes backed away, right up against the wall. Just as the drink was thrown, Kurt's body slipped through the wall and as Mercedes raised her hands to shield her face, the syrupy drink froze in midair.
"The fuck?" The Football jock swore before turning on his heel and running away.
Looking at the frozen ice, Mercedes cocked her head to the side before imagining it simply falling to the floor. As soon as she pictured it in her mind, that's exactly what happened. The Slushie created a sticky mess on the floor but not a single drop hit her or Kurt.
"Kurt?" Mercedes asked looking round for him, jumping in fright when he walked back through the wall.
"This is seriously weird," Kurt commented.
"But it's also fucking awesome," an amused voice said and the two fashion-lovers turned to find Puck swaggering towards them. "Oh and Asian Chick is pretty much a vampire," he added before stepping to the side to reveal the timid girl behind him.
To Be Continued…
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