Chapter One

It's a sad thought, but every teenager has to go to school. Doesn't really matter who you are, you need the education to get through life and make it the best it can be. Kurt Hummel was a teenager so Kurt Hummel needed the education. What Kurt Hummel didn't need to do was sit in a French classroom, full of idiots, and do nothing due to the fact that he was already fluent in the language, all thanks to his mother and yet, there he was. It was the last period of the day and he was bored. Really bored.

"Excuse me, if you're not going to do anything in the lesson, can I borrow that textbook in front of you? I'm new, so there doesn't seem to be enough." A voice behind startled him out of his daydream and Kurt turned to face the kid. The first thought that Kurt had was that he must have been new because Kurt would have certainly recognised a face like his anywhere. It was model-like, movie star looks that anyone would die to have. Silently, Kurt picked up the text book and gave it to him but as the boy tried to pull it away from him, Kurt wouldn't let go.

"And for the record, I'm fluent in French. I don't need to do anything, so I'm not going to." Kurt informed him and without another word, he turned back to the board, leaving the boy to walk silently back to his place after standing in the same place for a few moments.

Around 10 minutes later, Kurt had plucked up the courage to look in the direction of where the boy sat down to find out that the boy was already looking at him, curiosity evident on his face. The boy's jaw tightened, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists. He looked like he was in pain and he looked down to his lap in distaste. Kurt could've sworn that he saw some sort of light. As soon as he deduced that it must have been the boys' phone, Kurt, once again, turned back to the board, not noticing the light in the boys lap turning off and on without being touched at all.

It was the end of the first day of school. A new start. A new war. Teenagers walked the halls of McKinley talking about their summer, their plans for the year. All of them were oblivious to what the year would actually bring. Only twelve of them were wondering whether they would live to see the year after and one more was just seconds away of wondering the same thing.

Kurt walked the halls of McKinley, head held high and proud to be who he was, even if everyone around him disapproved. His perfect chestnut hair was coifed in a way that made him look like he just stepped out of a fashion magazine. His clothes were, as always, in fashion and impeccable. That's what made him stand out. But it's not the only thing. Unlike everyone else, apart from the Glee club, he had powers. Supernatural powers. However, unlike the rest of the club, he was a Multi-Potentia. He was the only Multi-Potentia in the whole school. That means he had more than one special ability, making him hated even more by the rest of the school and envied by most of the Nova-Potentia. It was jealousy, but he didn't make anything of it. The Nova-Potentia, The Glee Club of the school. He knew they loved him. He knew that he was special and that one day, he would be loved by everyone.

That time, however, was distant.

"Hey, freak! Heard you can move real good. Dodge this!" The voice behind him echoed within his head and out of instinct, he jumped out of the way as gracefully as anyone could and latched onto the lockers like a spider climbing up a wall. Turning his head towards the footballer, he realised that no-one, not even the footballer, was actually looking at him. In fact, they were facing the direction of which the ball that he threw travelled in, shock clear of their faces. He jumped down and smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes. Following their line of sight, he spotted the ball, suspended in mid-air.

Rachel, he thought, fondly.

Rachel Berry was the leader of the Glee club. Multi-Potentia or not, she still ruled over the club like she was better than everyone else. Everyone in the club let her, it was easier that way. Otherwise, she would use her power of invisibility to spy on them and wouldn't hesitate to use it against them later.

Rachel suddenly appeared in front of everyone, holding the football in her hand. "Now guys, if you can't play nice, I suggest you don't play at all." She continually threw the ball up and down in her hand until it suddenly stopped in the air and she stared at it in confusion. That is, until Tina Cohen-Chang came out of behind her locker.

"Yeah, and don't touch our club member" She ordered before flicking her hand to the side, causing the football to fly towards the jock and hit him repeatedly. The rest of the school stood watching the scene in front of them, choosing to remain silent in the background, never interfering. Kurt just stood on the side, seemingly bored of the event happening before him as if it happens all the time. In fact, it does.

A gush of wind was felt on Kurt face and he immediately spotted the reason for it. A hand attached to an incredibly long arm weaved its way through the crowd of people until it finally got to the footballer and grabbed the football out of the air. Looks like somebody wanted to put an end to it after all. The hand retreated back to its owner, Mike Chang. Most flexible boy the school has seen and most likely, the most flexible boy the world has seen. He turned around and headed towards the Choir room, which was where everyone with supernatural powers trained and hung out when they had no-where else to go. Tina and Rachel quickly followed him, not turning around to see if Kurt was coming, seeing as though Glee club was afterschool so that's where he was initially headed anyway.

Before Kurt started following, he spotted the boy from the French classroom. Kurt didn't realise before because of the desk that separated them both therefore blocking his view and the fact that he practically refused to look at him whilst he was standing up but the boy was wearing beige coloured Kakis and a very stylish cardigan to go with it, even by Kurt's standards. The boy was watching Kurt curiously again and they stood in silence, for the few seconds that seemed to be like a life time, just staring expressionlessly at each other. Eventually, the boy turned around, closed what looked like his locker and walked away.

As always, the Glee club was as lively as it can be. When they entered the choir room, everyone was playing around and using their powers, something they can't do if any teachers are around. "Hey, Sam! Catch me if you can!" Brittany giggled. She ran around the room at lightening speed, lightly tapping Sam every time she went past him. Grinning, Sam got up from his seat in front of Quinn and tightly closed his eyes. In a matter of seconds, there were copies of Sam trying, playfully, to catch Brittany. It didn't look like he was succeeding. Brittany was just too fast. Kurt looked towards the group sitting down on the chairs. Puck was obviously and shamelessly staring at Santana, using his powers to see through her shirt. Whilst Mercedes, Quinn and Santana were happily talking within one corner, Artie, Tina and Mike were chatting in another. Everyone was there. The whole family. He should be happy to be there again, with all his old friends but his mind just can't seem to keep wondering to the boy from French.

Mr. Shuester walked into the choir room and put his bags in front of the newly bought training equipment he promised last year. After two years of losing wars against the toughest of opponents they were tired of losing their friends as well. 4 lives were lost and they weren't ready for anymore grief.

"Guys!" He shouted loudly, obviously trying to get everyone's attention. "Guys...I knew I was going to have to do this..."

He walked back towards the choir room door and opened it, revealing the only person that could truly terrify the teens. Sue Sylvester.

"Listen up you sloppy morons. Get your asses back on your chairs and shut up before I make slushy's out of you!"

Everyone who was once standing had quickly and quietly sat down on the chairs and turned to face the frightening woman.

"Thanks Finn." Mr. Shuester walked towards Sue and everyone groaned, mostly relieved. Now that Finn was revealed to everyone, he transformed back into himself and took his seat. Everybody congratulated him on his uncanny accuracy of his transformation into Sue.

"Right. Now that I have your attention, I would like to say welcome to another year of being in Nova-Potentia. I would like to put the last two years behind us and start afresh. I really believe that we can get through the war and beat everyone fighting it, especially Validissimus. Now, last year, we weren't strong enough to beat them even with Kurt as our special weapon and we lost a couple of people because of that. However, this year, we have a new student, which means we are stronger than ever before. Everyone, please welcome, Blaine Anderson, our second Multi-Potentia."

It was the boy from the hallway. The boy from French. The boy wearing the Kakis and the cardigan. The most beautiful boy Kurt had ever seen before in his life. His beautiful hazel eyes had a kind sparkle that immediately brought everyone to like him and his smile showed he was obviously excited to be there, but he was biting his lip, and playing with his hands, so he must have been nervous.

"Hey, guys. I'm really happy to be here and help you. I have a really good feeling about this year and I know we are all going to win this war. Together." He smiled a perfect smile and took a seat next to Sam in front of Kurt, whilst everyone clapped in welcome. Sam patted Blaine on the back before Mr. Shuester started talking.

"Well, Now that that is over and done with, I would like to warn you that this year, the training is going to be tough and strenuous. I want you all to be working as hard as you can to get each of your powers perfected and pushing it to the best you can be. Blaine, I know you haven't gotten any formal training since you were a kid so Kurt and I will train you after Glee and at lunchtime, OK?"  Mr. Shuester informed him, pointing at Kurt past Blaine. Blaine glanced back at Kurt for a moment before turning back. "Why Kurt, Mr. Shuester?" He asked, innocently.

Everyone turned to Kurt, some in pride, some in envy and some, mainly Puck, in complete boredom. "Well, Blaine, Kurt here is the other Multi-Potentia and to be honest, he has more control over his powers than any Poten I have ever met,"

"Poten?"

"That's right; you must not know the proper terminology seeing as though you were trained by your mother. A Poten is basically just a person with supernatural ability."
"Right. OK." Blaine turned to smile at Kurt. "Well then, I guess you're my teacher now aren't you?"
"Yup, that's me." Kurt smiled back, blushing slightly.

"I shouldn't have pointed out that you weren't doing anything in your French lesson." Blaine stated, humour obvious in his eyes. Kurt's smile turned into a smirk.

"No, you shouldn't have."

Once again, they were staring at each other, ignoring what was around them until Mr. Shuester coughed, bringing them back into the choir room. Now they were both blushing and some of the girls started giggling whilst the rest of the boys sniggered behind their hands.

"Okay guys, on with the lesson." Mr. Shuester clapped his hands together and started going into detail of where it is necessary in war to use your powers depending on what they are, going through everyone's power, one by one but not Kurt's because apparently he had already gone over the lesson with him so Kurt decided to spend the lesson helping the other Poten's.

"Hey, Kurt?" Mercedes called him as everyone was getting ready to practise. Kurt stopped his failed attempts to get Brittany to stay where she was to talk to Mercedes. In the last couple of months, since her last boyfriend died in the war, she hasn't really spoken to anybody, so it was nice to see she was trying to get involved in practice. "Yes" he replied, kindly. "I'm happy for you." She stated.

"For what?" He asked, confused.

"You'll see." She smirked, helping Sam out by trying to find out where Brittany was going to end up next. Blaine needed the most help by him, trying to control himself when the club got too loud; one of his powers was superhuman senses. Sometimes, when everyone forgot about him and the noise was just too much for him to take and he fell on the ground clutching his head whilst the rest of the club watched pitifully as Kurt tried to help him up. Fortunately, Kurt didn't really mind helping him. Not at all.

The first day of school and the Nova-Potentia already had the hope that they would win the war. The first day of school and they were already groaning at the workload.