Well, hello there people of PC. Bobandbill motivated me to post this, so yeah. Before anyone accuses me of plagiarism this has also been posted on my fanfiction account, which is not named Impo.
Anywho, this is a glee fiction, season two AU. AU as in no Kurt/Dave kiss, no Kurt leaving, no Klaine relationship (but there is still a friendship), and possibly the inclusion of my favourite pairing (which you will have to wait and see).
Title: Titanium
Fandom: Glee, Season Two, AU
Genre: Supernatural /Angst
Rating: T
Warning(s): Character Death, Possible Language and Sexual References.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Damn. All characters and songs used in this fan fiction are the property of their rightful owners (i.e. not me).
Summary: After a disappointing loss at Nationals, the New Directions are greeted with a slushie facial from Sue. But they contents of the slushies are soon put into question as soon as Santana grows wings and Kurt creates a psychic barrier. What the hell is going on in McKinley?
AN: Hey guys, for a while I have wanted to write a fic about the New Directions out of the norm, and I finally dreamed of a plot to make it happen. This is AU, set just after Nationals. I might also make people a touch more BAMFy if I feel like it. If there is any spelling/grammar errors please tell me so I can fix. I'm also looking for a Beta Reader if anyone is interested, PM me. I also love reviews, and it is the main motivation for my writing, so please review! I am not a fan of heterosexual fiction, so most of the pairings won't be. Yay? Also, please do not translate, distribute or save this story without my consent.
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The New Directions walked sourly back into their choir room, Mr. Schue triumphantly holding up a small trophy. His students sighed in resentment at the taunting reminding of their National Show Choir Failure. They had worked tirelessly, yet their efforts were through away in seconds of lust thanks to Finn and Rachel. The two in question had their eyes glued to the floor, too guilty to lift their heads up and risk eye contact with their friends.
"C'mon, guys," Mr. Schue sighed in an effort to raise their spirits. "You can't deny that we had fun!" The New Directions sighed at his enthusiasm. They did soften a little, but they still maintained stony expressions, leaving the room in tense silence until Sue Sylvester embraced the Choir Room with a smug look on her face. She led a line of students, all of them carrying a cup of vibrant green slushie. It almost looked as if… the slushies were glowing?
"Evening Will," Sue sneered, triggering the students behind her to exchange grins. They all proceeded to stand in a line facing the New Directions, who were now guardedly sitting in their chairs. "Well, seeing at it's the last time you and your show choir will be lamenting the atmosphere of this painfully musical room, I thought it would be nice to give you a parting gift."
On Sues cue, she and her students raised their cups brimming with slushies threateningly. The New Directions cringed, knowing they were surrounded. They shielded their faces with their arms, trying to cover as much of themselves as they could, as Sue and her students slowly placed their hands by their sides, not releasing the unrelenting ice cold slushies she had implied.
"Now, Will, you wouldn't think I would do this to you? Not after your gracious effort at Nationals," Sue said warmly. The New Directions and Will sighed in relief, but before their exhalation could complete they were coated in thick, green goo. Thanks to their false sense of security, all the New Directions (and Will) were hit. "Yeah, I would," Sue cackled, before she and her students left in a lengthy line. Sue was last, saluting Will with a cocky grin before slamming the door behind her.
"She can't do this!" Finn roared in frustration, wiping the slushie out of his eyes.
"Well, at least this batch wasn't cold," Kurt said over Santana's ferocious Spanish. "I swear the cold ones are like being *****-slapped by an iceberg."
"Now that you mention it, are these even slushies?" Tina queried. "I mean, these feel different, and I swear they're glowing." Tina looked legit with her question, and it had merit.
"Eugh!" Brittany cried, spitting out some slushie. "This tastes like the acorns squirrels were hiding in my toilet tank. What?" She added, as the New Directions screwed their noses up in disgust at the thought.
"I don't feel so good. My head is killing me," Santana whined. She began rubbing her temples to numb the pain, but recoiled in shock as she felt unfamiliar bumps. "The hell?" She thundered as her shoulder blades began to omit a wave of change. It was painful, and Santana cried out, burying her face in her hands. She effectively gained the concerned attention everyone in the room as she arched her back to combat the relentless pain that was surging through it.
"Oh my." Brittany said, covering her mouth with her hand. She hated seeing Santana like this, it made her feel pained too. It was as if they were connected by an invisible bond, the two always knew what the other was feeling – and they always tried to help. But right now, it was proving difficult. Brittany wanted desperately to hold Santana's hand, to comfort her, but she could only watch. Watch as the Latina's shoulder blades grew out. It pushed out past the skin, pushing out the tight cheerio uniform. With a gasp from the audience, it broke through. The bone wasn't bone anymore. It had layers of feathers in various shades of black, all sleek and shaped. With the last anguished cry the growing stopped abruptly, and the immense pain Santana had felt was gone.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Santana, who gave them daggers, oblivious to the result of her aches. They all stood in silence, until Brittany tugged on Santana's shoulder and addressed the elephant in the room.
"Uh, San," she began," Remember you said you wouldn't cheat on me with anyone? You didn't say any bird." Santana's brow furrowed as she tried to interpret the meaning behind the enigma that is Brittany's words. "You have wings," Brittany pointed out bluntly, stroking one of them.
"Stop, stop, it tickles," Santana laughed, pulling Brittany's hand away playfully. "Wait – what?" It dawned on Santana what Brittany had said, and she cringed her neck around to discover a pair of wings supporting themselves. "Wow," she whispered in amazement, "I can't even feel them." Santana's face tensed with concentration and a short while later her wings fluttered in response.
"I can get used to this," Santana grinned to herself.
"You also have horns," Brittany informed lightly.
"What?"
"Just here." Brittany placed a finger carefully on each of the short, devil-like horns protruding from Santana's temples. Santana shooed her hands away and felt the lumps for herself, her face contorting in horror as she felt up the curve to the blunt tip. "Don't worry, they totally make you look sexy."
"You sure?" Santana asked, gingerly massaging the tips. She could feel the horns, but not the wings. And the horns hurt.
"Definitely," Brittany replied, linking her pinky with Santana's. Santana smiled at Brittany for a moment, before jumping up at a thought.
"I bet I can fly!" She said confidently, stepping backwards to the wall of the choir room.
"Watch this." With a running start, Santana jumped forward into the air, her wings working furiously to support her. For something that weighs nothing, these things can sure hold their own, Santana review mentally. She circled half of the room before tiring herself out. It was then she realized that she didn't know how to land safely.
"Move!" She ordered, flailing her arms in an attempt to scare her path clear. Her wings began to faltered and they closed, making Santana head for the ground where Mike was standing. This trigger a chain of discovering events. Mike skillfully jumped out of the way, letting Santana claim the floor while he skyrocketed upward – hitting the ceiling with a dull thud.
"Whoa," Tina whispered in amazement, not registering that the dull thud probably hurt. Mike began to fall the, right above Kurt.
"I can catch you!" Kurt assured a dizzy Mike, despite his voice revealing his false confidence. Kurt raised his arms up, hands stretched, ready to take most of the blow for Mike. But instead another small thud was heard, and Kurt looked up from his position.
"Whoops, is that me?" Kurt said innocently, scanning the room to see if anyone else could be the cause of the purple transparent barrier suspending Mike above. "I guess it is. Go figure," Kurt shrugged. After all, the barrier was bordering him spherically. He slowly relaxed his fingers, and the barrier faltered before disappearing completely, letting Mike fall into Kurt, who caught him and stood him upright.
"I owe you one, man," Mike thanked Kurt, brushing the dirt of himself.
"No problem," Kurt hummed, inspecting his fingernails for changes. They seemed to be glowing with a faint purple. How ironic, Kurt thought, but wasn't the slushie green? Wait a second...
"Hey, guys, have you noticed something?" Kurt asked openly. "We're all clean," he answered himself before anyone else could try to.
"Hey!"
"You're right!"
"Thank God, 'cause hell if I'm ruining my weave for slush!"
"Was that even slushie?" Artie had asked the question that was on the tip on everyone's tongue. They had all received enough slushie facials to know that the only side effects are freezing skin and the not-so-fresh feeling downstairs. Side effects do not include wings, psychic barriers, or instant cleanliness.
"Who cares? I have wings!" Santana cheered, apparently accepting her life-changing mutation with ease.
"Well, I want to know." Kurt answered Artie defiantly before storming out the room with fierce finesse.
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Okay, the first chapter sucks, but it gets better. I promise!
Anywho, this is a glee fiction, season two AU. AU as in no Kurt/Dave kiss, no Kurt leaving, no Klaine relationship (but there is still a friendship), and possibly the inclusion of my favourite pairing (which you will have to wait and see).
Title: Titanium
Fandom: Glee, Season Two, AU
Genre: Supernatural /Angst
Rating: T
Warning(s): Character Death, Possible Language and Sexual References.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Damn. All characters and songs used in this fan fiction are the property of their rightful owners (i.e. not me).
Summary: After a disappointing loss at Nationals, the New Directions are greeted with a slushie facial from Sue. But they contents of the slushies are soon put into question as soon as Santana grows wings and Kurt creates a psychic barrier. What the hell is going on in McKinley?
AN: Hey guys, for a while I have wanted to write a fic about the New Directions out of the norm, and I finally dreamed of a plot to make it happen. This is AU, set just after Nationals. I might also make people a touch more BAMFy if I feel like it. If there is any spelling/grammar errors please tell me so I can fix. I'm also looking for a Beta Reader if anyone is interested, PM me. I also love reviews, and it is the main motivation for my writing, so please review! I am not a fan of heterosexual fiction, so most of the pairings won't be. Yay? Also, please do not translate, distribute or save this story without my consent.
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The New Directions walked sourly back into their choir room, Mr. Schue triumphantly holding up a small trophy. His students sighed in resentment at the taunting reminding of their National Show Choir Failure. They had worked tirelessly, yet their efforts were through away in seconds of lust thanks to Finn and Rachel. The two in question had their eyes glued to the floor, too guilty to lift their heads up and risk eye contact with their friends.
"C'mon, guys," Mr. Schue sighed in an effort to raise their spirits. "You can't deny that we had fun!" The New Directions sighed at his enthusiasm. They did soften a little, but they still maintained stony expressions, leaving the room in tense silence until Sue Sylvester embraced the Choir Room with a smug look on her face. She led a line of students, all of them carrying a cup of vibrant green slushie. It almost looked as if… the slushies were glowing?
"Evening Will," Sue sneered, triggering the students behind her to exchange grins. They all proceeded to stand in a line facing the New Directions, who were now guardedly sitting in their chairs. "Well, seeing at it's the last time you and your show choir will be lamenting the atmosphere of this painfully musical room, I thought it would be nice to give you a parting gift."
On Sues cue, she and her students raised their cups brimming with slushies threateningly. The New Directions cringed, knowing they were surrounded. They shielded their faces with their arms, trying to cover as much of themselves as they could, as Sue and her students slowly placed their hands by their sides, not releasing the unrelenting ice cold slushies she had implied.
"Now, Will, you wouldn't think I would do this to you? Not after your gracious effort at Nationals," Sue said warmly. The New Directions and Will sighed in relief, but before their exhalation could complete they were coated in thick, green goo. Thanks to their false sense of security, all the New Directions (and Will) were hit. "Yeah, I would," Sue cackled, before she and her students left in a lengthy line. Sue was last, saluting Will with a cocky grin before slamming the door behind her.
"She can't do this!" Finn roared in frustration, wiping the slushie out of his eyes.
"Well, at least this batch wasn't cold," Kurt said over Santana's ferocious Spanish. "I swear the cold ones are like being *****-slapped by an iceberg."
"Now that you mention it, are these even slushies?" Tina queried. "I mean, these feel different, and I swear they're glowing." Tina looked legit with her question, and it had merit.
"Eugh!" Brittany cried, spitting out some slushie. "This tastes like the acorns squirrels were hiding in my toilet tank. What?" She added, as the New Directions screwed their noses up in disgust at the thought.
"I don't feel so good. My head is killing me," Santana whined. She began rubbing her temples to numb the pain, but recoiled in shock as she felt unfamiliar bumps. "The hell?" She thundered as her shoulder blades began to omit a wave of change. It was painful, and Santana cried out, burying her face in her hands. She effectively gained the concerned attention everyone in the room as she arched her back to combat the relentless pain that was surging through it.
"Oh my." Brittany said, covering her mouth with her hand. She hated seeing Santana like this, it made her feel pained too. It was as if they were connected by an invisible bond, the two always knew what the other was feeling – and they always tried to help. But right now, it was proving difficult. Brittany wanted desperately to hold Santana's hand, to comfort her, but she could only watch. Watch as the Latina's shoulder blades grew out. It pushed out past the skin, pushing out the tight cheerio uniform. With a gasp from the audience, it broke through. The bone wasn't bone anymore. It had layers of feathers in various shades of black, all sleek and shaped. With the last anguished cry the growing stopped abruptly, and the immense pain Santana had felt was gone.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at Santana, who gave them daggers, oblivious to the result of her aches. They all stood in silence, until Brittany tugged on Santana's shoulder and addressed the elephant in the room.
"Uh, San," she began," Remember you said you wouldn't cheat on me with anyone? You didn't say any bird." Santana's brow furrowed as she tried to interpret the meaning behind the enigma that is Brittany's words. "You have wings," Brittany pointed out bluntly, stroking one of them.
"Stop, stop, it tickles," Santana laughed, pulling Brittany's hand away playfully. "Wait – what?" It dawned on Santana what Brittany had said, and she cringed her neck around to discover a pair of wings supporting themselves. "Wow," she whispered in amazement, "I can't even feel them." Santana's face tensed with concentration and a short while later her wings fluttered in response.
"I can get used to this," Santana grinned to herself.
"You also have horns," Brittany informed lightly.
"What?"
"Just here." Brittany placed a finger carefully on each of the short, devil-like horns protruding from Santana's temples. Santana shooed her hands away and felt the lumps for herself, her face contorting in horror as she felt up the curve to the blunt tip. "Don't worry, they totally make you look sexy."
"You sure?" Santana asked, gingerly massaging the tips. She could feel the horns, but not the wings. And the horns hurt.
"Definitely," Brittany replied, linking her pinky with Santana's. Santana smiled at Brittany for a moment, before jumping up at a thought.
"I bet I can fly!" She said confidently, stepping backwards to the wall of the choir room.
"Watch this." With a running start, Santana jumped forward into the air, her wings working furiously to support her. For something that weighs nothing, these things can sure hold their own, Santana review mentally. She circled half of the room before tiring herself out. It was then she realized that she didn't know how to land safely.
"Move!" She ordered, flailing her arms in an attempt to scare her path clear. Her wings began to faltered and they closed, making Santana head for the ground where Mike was standing. This trigger a chain of discovering events. Mike skillfully jumped out of the way, letting Santana claim the floor while he skyrocketed upward – hitting the ceiling with a dull thud.
"Whoa," Tina whispered in amazement, not registering that the dull thud probably hurt. Mike began to fall the, right above Kurt.
"I can catch you!" Kurt assured a dizzy Mike, despite his voice revealing his false confidence. Kurt raised his arms up, hands stretched, ready to take most of the blow for Mike. But instead another small thud was heard, and Kurt looked up from his position.
"Whoops, is that me?" Kurt said innocently, scanning the room to see if anyone else could be the cause of the purple transparent barrier suspending Mike above. "I guess it is. Go figure," Kurt shrugged. After all, the barrier was bordering him spherically. He slowly relaxed his fingers, and the barrier faltered before disappearing completely, letting Mike fall into Kurt, who caught him and stood him upright.
"I owe you one, man," Mike thanked Kurt, brushing the dirt of himself.
"No problem," Kurt hummed, inspecting his fingernails for changes. They seemed to be glowing with a faint purple. How ironic, Kurt thought, but wasn't the slushie green? Wait a second...
"Hey, guys, have you noticed something?" Kurt asked openly. "We're all clean," he answered himself before anyone else could try to.
"Hey!"
"You're right!"
"Thank God, 'cause hell if I'm ruining my weave for slush!"
"Was that even slushie?" Artie had asked the question that was on the tip on everyone's tongue. They had all received enough slushie facials to know that the only side effects are freezing skin and the not-so-fresh feeling downstairs. Side effects do not include wings, psychic barriers, or instant cleanliness.
"Who cares? I have wings!" Santana cheered, apparently accepting her life-changing mutation with ease.
"Well, I want to know." Kurt answered Artie defiantly before storming out the room with fierce finesse.
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Okay, the first chapter sucks, but it gets better. I promise!
