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By : Nik
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All Previous Disclaimers Apply. Author's Note: Sorry about the delay! Hope you enjoy the chapter. Betaed by the wonderful ricaresinrp from Live Journal. She saves me every time! Please leave a review if you have a moment! "Kurt? Kurtie? Come on, son, wake up a little bit. We're here." "Hmm?" Kurt came awake slowly; reluctant to leave the deep sleep he'd managed to achieve with his dad running his comforting hand over his hair and brokenly humming a sweet tune Kurt almost remembered his mother singing to him when he was a little boy. It was one of the first times he'd been able to sleep in days. After his father and the professor had taken him out of the hospital he hadn't had a natural sleep for nearly a week. He had been unconscious more than once as his body went through the withdrawal that they had anticipated. After three years of being so heavily medicated that he wasn't even aware of what was happening around him his withdrawal had been violent and terrifying. The professor had kept him locked in his mind for most of it, thankfully. That was when he had taught him about grounding and shielding himself. He had been more exhausted coming out of the withdrawal than he had been going into it, but he still hadn't been able to sleep, terrified that he would wake up back in the hospital and realize that everything that had happened was a dream. He had napped on and off over the next couple of days, comforted by his father's mind always nearby and the professor's voice helping him learn to keep the thoughts from hurting, but he'd woken every half hour or so just to make sure that everything was the way he had left it. He hadn't been able to calm himself long enough to sleep until his father had told him to do so in the car and somehow his mind decided that it was alright. Somehow being on the way to Xavier's, far away from Lima and the hospital, he was finally able to relax. It felt so wonderful. He was warm and cozy and he didn't want the feeling to go away. The only mind he could feel was his father's and that was never a burden to listen to. Not now that he was out of the hospital and they knew exactly how to control what was wrong with him. No, not what was wrong with him. There was nothing wrong with him. Now that he was learning to control his gifts. He moaned a little and turned his face further into his father's old, worn jeans. "I know you want to sleep, baby," His father kept stroking his hair as he became more aware of what was going on, "And you can a little bit later, but the prof want you to meet the other kids and the teachers before you settle into your room, okay?" "Hmm…" Kurt opened his eyes and stared at the back of the seat until everything came into focus. The professor and Ms. Munroe had already left the car. He could feel their minds distantly when he reached out a little and further still there were more thoughts and feelings belonging to people he hadn't met yet. He checked his shields and sighed when the sun was bright in his mind through the trees. He closed his eyes for a moment until the trees had knit again, then opened again, staring at the grey upholstery and feeling his stomach turn. He hadn't been very nervous about coming to the school until that moment and he could feel his body tensing as he thought about getting out of the car. "Dad…" He whispered. "I know, Kurt." Not for the first time in the last couple of days Kurt wondered if his father actually had a little bit of telepathic ability himself, "But, this is going to be a good thing, son. This is the best place for you." "What if they don't like me?" Kurt felt like a child, asking something like that, but Burt just chuckled and helped Kurt sit up before putting a finger under his chin and lifting so that their eyes, so similar in coloring, met. "Kid, what's not to like? And they know what you're going through. This is probably one of the only places in the world where the mutant thing is just something else that makes you all alike." He grinned when Kurt attempted a shaky smile. "And the gay thing?" He asked quietly after a moment, his tremulous smile falling. He and his dad had never really had the opportunity to talk about his sexuality, but even when he hadn't been able to read minds he'd known that his dad knew. He had to know. It wasn't something Kurt could hide. It wasn't something he wanted to hide. He was surprised and delighted when his dad didn't even miss a beat, "They're mutants, Kurt. I'm pretty sure they're not going to judge you for that. I'd like to think that they wouldn't judge anyone for that…or anything else. And if they do, we'll tell the professor that you'll stay long enough to learn how to control your powers and then we'll take off. It'll be just you and me… like the old times. You just let me know, Kurt. I just got you back. We're going to do whatever makes you happiest." Kurt leaned forward and let his dad wrap him in a tight hug, "I love you, Dad." "I love you, too, kid. We getting out of the car anytime soon? Professor Xavier and Miz Munroe are waiting." Kurt took another deep breath of his dad's scent and then nodded. "Okay." They got out of the car and Kurt wrapped his arms around himself to ward off the autumn chill as he looked up at the place that he was going to be calling home for the next three years, at least. The old mansion was bigger than any house he had ever seen outside of the movies and was mostly brick with white accents. He appreciated the tall columns and the many balconies. The shutters were a charming touch and the bell tower made it seem more like a school. It was a beautiful old building, stately and welcoming. The lights were just coming on inside as the sun set behind him. He turned around to look at the cast iron gate that had been left open, that was almost always left open, something told him, so as not to shut anyone out or make anyone feel trapped. He wondered how extensive the grounds were and when he would be allowed to explore them. "Kurt, child," Ms. Munroe called to him quietly, bringing him gently out of his thoughts and back to them. He had a feeling that she was good at that. "Come inside and meet the others." Kurt turned around and began walking toward the professor, Ms. Munroe, and his father, who were all waiting on the large porch. He stopped in his tracks and nearly fell back a step when, with no other warning than a puff of sulfur scented smoke, a man appeared next to Ms. Munroe. He took a sharp breath as he looked over the new addition. The man was covered from head to toe in what looked like a downy fur that was navy in color. He was dressed casually in jeans and a maroon sweater but had no shoes on his three toed feet, only two toes of which were actually supporting him on the ground. Like a bird of prey, Kurt thought. His hands were the same, three pronged and also covered in fine fur. A forked tail whipped around behind him and his bright yellow, pupil-less eyes were only for Ms. Munroe. She smiled at him brightly, lighting her face and eyes, before she leaned in a kissed him gently. Kurt's eyes went wide when they both pulled back, smiling, and he caught a flash of what looked like fang in the man's mouth. "Ororo, schatzi, introduce me to our new student." Somehow Kurt wasn't surprised to hear the German accent. It fit. "Kurt Hummel," Ms. Munroe turned back to him and held out her free hand. Her other hand was enclosed in the strange looking man's, "This is my husband, Kurt Wagner, also called Nightcrawler. And this is Kurt's father, my love. He'll be staying with us for a time until Kurt feels more secure." "Burt Hummel. Pleased to meet you." Kurt was impressed with his father when he simply smiled and held out his hand to the strange looking man. "I know my appearance is disarming," Mr. Wagner said genially as they shook, "Unlike most mutants I was born this way. I have an image inducer that gives me the appearance of a normal human, but I prefer not to wear it here at home." "Every man should feel comfortable in his own home," Burt agreed, then turned back to Kurt, "Kurt, you mind your manners and come introduce yourself to Mr. Wagner." Kurt moved automatically at the tone of his father's voice and held his hand out. He nearly smiled at how soft the fur on Mr. Wagener's hand was. "I…" He looked up and realized that Mr. Wagner's grin wasn't nearly as scary as he'd thought. It was welcoming and warm and his mind was just the same, "I didn't mean to be rude. I'm sorry." "Don't be. It won't be the first time you're given pause over someone here. This is your home as well as ours now, Kurt. Always feel comfortable enough to speak your mind. God knows the other children do and will." As if on cue Kurt heard the pounding of feet on a wooden floor and wild laughter just as five figures tore around a corner, followed by a sixth, very large, figure. His eyes were wide and his throat was dry as he turned to Ms. Munroe, but she was smiling softly, shaking her head as if this were an everyday occurrence. The sixth figure peeled off from the running group to join them on the porch. Kurt wondered just how many shocks he would have to deal with coming to live at this school. Of course he'd known that many mutations were physical and that was why some mutants couldn't stay hidden, but more people were worried about the telepaths, and the pyrokinetics, and the shapeshifters. Most of them looked just like everyone else and that scared normal humans more than anything. The man in front of him looked like he was made out of metal strips that covered him from head to toe, save for his hair. His clothes were stretched thin by large muscles and well-worn. His feet were also bare, but it was no wonder. Kurt didn't think that they'd make shoes that big. He held his ground, nervous but not overly worried, as the figure came closer. His grin and bright eyes gave him away. He was younger than Kurt had thought, probably no older than sixteen or so, and taller than anyone Kurt had ever met. He had to be at least seven feet. Kurt held out his hand as the boy approached, not wanting to be impolite, and gasped when the boy batted his hand aside lightly and leaned down to give him a bear hug. He was so enthusiastic in his embrace that he pulled Kurt off of his feet. Kurt turned to look at his dad, begging him with his eyes to do something, but his dad was just grinning. Kurt huffed. Traitor, he thought at his father. He knew his dad had heard when he simply shrugged and laughed. "This him?" The voice was younger and higher than Kurt had been expecting, though not as high as his own, of course, "This our new kid?" "Yes, Finnegan, this is our new student," The professor's voice was kind but firm, "Kurt is a telepath and he is just learning to control his powers. As such it is more difficult for him when he is in physical contact with another. I'm sure he would appreciate it if you would put him down now." "Huh?" The boy asked, then seemed to process what had been said to him. He began to mumble, "Oh, yeah…Of course." Kurt was sure that if he could blush he would be bright red as he put Kurt back on his feet carefully and smiled in a self deprecating way before he held out his hand and looked at the professor for approval. The professor gave a slight nod and when the boy turned back to Kurt his smile was wide and real. "I'm Finn. Welcome to Xavier's." Kurt's eyes darted to his father and when he saw the encouraging smile on his face he took a deep breath, checked and strengthened his shields one more time, and put his hand into Finn's large one. He was surprised at how gentle Finn's grip was. He smiled when he felt how genuinely open and welcoming Finn's mind was. It was a breath of fresh air to know that with some people what you saw was really what you got. "I'm Kurt," He tried to speak up, but his voice cracked. He set a hand to his throat and went back to the whisper he had been affecting for the past week, "This is my dad Burt." "Cool. Nice to meet you, Kurt, Mr. Burt." He smiled at Burt before looking back down at Kurt, "My mom stayed with me for a while too when I first moved in. Mr. LeBeau said you were coming from Ohio. Where in Ohio? I'm from Columbus and…" "Finn, child," Ms. Munroe's interrupted him with a raised eyebrow, "Do not overwhelm the poor boy." Once again Kurt had to wonder if everyone at the mansion was telepathic. Because he really was overwhelmed when the other five who had been running from Finn came back as fast as they had passed. And they seemed to have multiplied. Now there were at least five more with them, including a boy in a wheelchair and four more adults. He backed away a step and was comforted when he felt his father at his back, setting his large hand on his shoulder. He took a breath, taking in his father's calm, and tried to put an interested, yet collected, look on his face. "Where are Matthew, Jean and the Schuesters?" The professor asked. Kurt looked at him just as a tall man with sunglasses on stepped forward and put a hand on the professor's wheelchair. Kurt got a flash of realization that this man was very controlled, a little controlling, and thought of the professor as his father and tightened the trees once more so that there was no sunlight peeking though. He wasn't sure that it would ever be second nature to have his shields up like the professor said it would be. "Matt had another severe attack. He ended up breaking the mirror to try to fight something off. His hands were pretty torn up," the man said quietly. Ms. Munroe and the professor both sighed in such a way that Kurt knew right away that they loved Matt, whoever he was, very much and were very worried for him, "Jean, Emma, and Will are with him, trying to calm him down and clean him up." "Charles, there must be a way…" Ms. Munroe murmured quietly, moving so that she could set a hand to his shoulder. The professor covered her hand with his own. "We'll find one, Ororo," The professor assured her, his voice low. It was strong and his eyes smiling again when he turned his attention back to Kurt, "Kurt, Burt, I would like you to meet the other staff here at the school. This is Scott Summers, also known at Cyclops. Scott is able to produce concussive blasts with strong destructive force from his eyes." "I can't shut it off, but the ruby my glasses are made of manages to control and disperse it," Scott tapped his sunglasses and smiled at them a little tightly, "Welcome to the Xavier school, Kurt." "This is Logan." The professor motioned to a wild looking man who was currently cutting pieces out of an apple with a metal claw that extended a good foot at least from between his fingers. Kurt didn't have to ask and wasn't sure he wanted to. "He will be overseeing your physical training." Logan nodded at him. "And these last two are Rogue…" The pretty woman with the streak of white at the front of her wildly curling red hair smiled at him. "Hi," She offered with a small wave. Kurt couldn't help but smile back to hear the southern lilt to her voice. A dangerous looking man stepped up behind her and set a hand on her hip. Kurt tilted his head to the side. After his outburst with Mr. Wagner he wasn't willing to make a fool of himself again, but the man's strange eyes, completely black with red irises, were as startling to him as Mr. Wagner's entire appearance. He looked dangerous in the same way that Mr. Logan looked wild. "Remy LeBeau," He smiled and it was a little wicked, a little sinful. Kurt felt his knees go a little weak. "There are three other faculty members. You'll meet them soon, I'm sure," Kurt pulled his attention away from the fascinating eyes and the long auburn hair pulled back in a tail and looked back at the professor, "Jean Grey is another telepath and will be working with you on your control as much as I will, Kurt. William Schuester is actually the newest member of the faculty. He came to the school just a few years ago when his powers were discovered. He was teaching in a public high school at the time and he and his wife were forced to flee for their lives when the town reacted adversely. His wife, Emma, is our nurse and sees to the health of the children as well as the staff. I'll let the other children introduce themselves as they show you to your room. They've been preparing for you." "Yeah!" Finn nearly shouted, making the others giggle and the boy in the wheelchair snort. He glared at them with no heat, and then turned back to Kurt. "Go on," His dad encouraged him with a gentle hand to the small of his back, "I'll be right down here." "I'll show you your room," Rogue smiled and came forward to wind her arm around Burt's. Kurt was surprised to see a slight blush rise to his father's cheeks. He had been so worried for Kurt for so long, only thoughts of how to help his son dominating his mind, that Kurt had almost forgotten that his dad might actually be attracted to someone. Obviously Rogue was with pretty hair, dangerous eyes, but she was beautiful and her southern hospitality made her an easy crush for his father. It was kind of sweet to see. "Okay," Kurt murmured, then hugged his dad quickly, "See you soon." He turned back and was glad to see that no one was judging him for being a little needy, a little clingy. They understood, he realized with a start. He checked his shields one more time, took a deep breath, and moved toward them. "Awesome," Finn grinned and was about to turn when Mr. Logan called out to him. "Kid, you ain't in the danger room and you definitely ain't practicing anything. Power it down before you stumble and take out another wall." "Oh…" Finn looked down at himself as if he hadn't realized just how he looked. Kurt couldn't help the gasp when Finn closed his eyes in concentration and the metal that covered his body seemed to melt back into it. He lost at least six inches and much of his bulk. He was attractive, Kurt noticed in a far away part of his mind, in that All-American boy-next-door kind of way. If you were into that sort of thing. He didn't mind when Finn threw an arm around his shoulder and began to lead him away. "He'll be fine," Rogue assured Burt as they all watched the children lead Kurt away, chattering animatedly. "Yeah," Burt smiled and nodded, "I think he will." "Your room is right in between mine and Artie's," Finn said as they walked down a hall after getting off the elevator big enough for all nine of them, even with a wheelchair, "We painted it so that it wasn't just white, but we couldn't do much else because we didn't really know what you're into." "I don't really know what I'm into," Kurt murmured. "We'll change that real quick, baby." He was pulled away from under Finn's arm as a beautiful dark girl with a mind that left the taste of bright sunshine in his mouth put her arm though his and hugged it a little, "First thing after you feel like you can handle big crowds you, me, Tina, and Quinny here are going to be going to the mall. We'll spend all day, get facials and pedicures, and check out guys." "Mercedes!" A small girl with a very loud voice, pushed forward and turned around, effectively stopping them all and halting their progress. Kurt got a flash of pink as bright as the plaid skirt she was wearing in his mind and felt guilt overwhelm him when he had to push back the urge to gag just a little. "If there's one thing that my two gay dads have taught me it's that you can't just assume that someone is gay based solely on their appearance or mannerisms! It's not fair and, frankly, it's offensive! What if Kurt is just a little effeminate?" Mercedes, as her name seemed to be, rolled her eyes and looked at Kurt, "Boo, are you gay?" She was so open, so very fabulous, exactly the type of person he had always dreamed of being friends with. It was so easy to just smile and answer, "Yes." Mercedes turned back to the small girl with big voice and bigger attitude. She didn't say anything, but the expression on her face and her raised eyebrow were enough to get her point across. The smaller girl huffed and stomped a foot, looking like she was about to screech, before Finn stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. "Calm down, sweetie," he said soothingly. The look in his eyes said that he adored her and thought that she could do no wrong. Kurt resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "You know you have a hard time with control when you get upset and if we keep breaking things Mr. Logan said he'd make us sleep in tents on the grounds." "The drama queen over there is Rachel," Mercedes said. It was as good a time as any for introductions, Kurt figured. It would be easier once he could put names with all of the faces and Kurt was glad that she recognized the fact, "Appropriately enough, she screeches." "I produce sonic waves of concussive and destructive force with my voice," Rachel said testily, "They call me Syren." "She calls herself Syren," A cool voice said and a beautiful girl with dark blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and a perfect figure stepped forward, "Most of us just call her annoying. I'm Quinny, by the way. Quinn. I can shift my molecules enough to be able to walk through anything. Logan calls me Ghost, but I think I like Spirit better. This is my boyfriend Sam. He's a speedster." "My best clocking is nearly six hundred miles an hour," A boy with a wide smile and hair just a shade lighter than Quinn's stepped forward and shook Kurt's hand, "Artie built the radar so that we could test it. I'm still trying to come up with a codename, but most of the good ones for speedsters are taken. So…" He shrugged amiably and Kurt knew that they would be able to be friends. "I'm Artie," the boy in the wheelchair pushed himself forward through the crowd of kids and held out his hand, "We're going to be sharing a bathroom. I'm a technopath. Means that anything electronic, anything mechanical…I understand it. No matter what. I can fix it, I can make it move. I can communicate with computers like I can communicate with people. Anything ever breaks, you just let me know. I'll get it fixed up for you in a jiff." "Thanks," Kurt smiled and wondered when he would feel secure enough at the school to stage a fashion intervention for Artie. He may have been out of the loop for the last three and a half years, but he was fairly certain that it was still a crime against fashion to be wearing both suspenders and a belt at the same time. "They call me Wheels. I kind of like it. It has a couple of levels. On one level I'm in this chair, but on another the wheels are always turning in my mind, you know? So, it's kind of cool." "I…" Kurt stopped, then took a breath when Mercedes squeezed his arm, encouraging him to speak his mind, and Quinn smiled at him, nodding, "I don't understand the whole codename…thing." "Well, we…" Finn started. "Guys, that's probably something that the professor should explain to Kurt, don't you think?" Kurt turned to the new voice and his lips curled slightly to see a very attractive Asian boy looking back at him, the same welcoming air about him that was about the others, "He'll probably sit you and your dad down and explain it all in the next day or so. He did for all of us. And you'll have to make the choice for yourself. It's not fair if we try to influence you before you have a chance to think about it. I'm Mike, by the way. Mike Chang. I can create enough static electricity that it sparks. Can start stuff on fire or hurt like hell, depending on how much force I put behind it. They…" He jerked his thumb at Finn, Artie and Sam, "wanted to call me Sparkles. I prefer Firework." "This is your room, Kurt." Rachel nearly bounced as they reached their destination. Kurt hadn't even realized that they'd begun to walk again. Just being around others who spoke of their powers like it was common place, those for whom his sexuality meant nothing really, was like a breath of fresh air. They all fascinated him. He was looking forward to getting to know them. His dad was right. This was where he should be. The smiles were coming more naturally now, he noticed. In fact, he couldn't seem to stop smiling. Mercedes and Quinn were on his arms and Finn opened the door in front of them. Kurt gasped and stepped away from the rest of them to walk into the room. It seemed like it was larger than the entire apartment that he and his dad shared after the bills from his doctors and medicines forced them to give up the house. The bed was a king size and hardly seemed to make a dent in the space. There was a large dresser and wardrobe against one wall, and a computer desk and vanity against another. A third wall was dominated by a pair of French doors that opened up onto a large balcony. "When told us that you were a telepath we kind of figured that you'd want one of the balcony rooms so that you could get away and get yourself focused and re-centered if you need to. Even Ms. Grey and the professor have to do it sometimes still." Mercedes' voice was gentle, "It doesn't have much personality now, but it will once you live in it a little while." "It's wonderful, but it could use some color," Kurt agreed. They had painted the walls a soothing blue. It was a little monochromatic for his tastes and he wondered when he would feel comfortable enough to ask to paint at least one of the walls an accenting, darker color. He tilted his head when a dark shadow against the setting sun that he'd thought was a bird began to come closer and he realized that it was much too large to be a bird. "It's Tina," Artie wheeled forward and the smile on his face told Kurt that he and Tina were romantically involved. He wondered if he was attending a school or a matchmaking club. Then again, they were all mutants. It was probably easy to fall for someone who knew what you were and didn't think any less of you for it. He looked back to the window just as Tina touched down. He drew in his breath and held it. The girl in front of him was stunning. She wore a heavy black dress and dark make-up. Somehow, the look worked for her. It seemed to enhance her beauty, not cover it like it did to so many others who wore a gothic style. Her boots, laced up over her knees, were fabulous and her long, bright blue streaked black hair fell in straight waves down her back. But, it was her wings that were her most stunning feature. They were like an angel's, arched to just over her head and feathered. But, unlike all of the pictures of angels that he had seen, they were not white. Instead they were a pitch black so dark it was almost purple with silver tips. She smiled at him and walked into the room. "Tina Wagner-Munroe. Dark Angel," She smiled and held out her hand. Kurt took her hand and wondered just how someone so stunning could think so little of herself. He could tell, just by holding her hand, that her confidence was not nearly what it should be. He tightened his shields again, but he was still feeling it. He would have to talk to the professor about it later. Maybe he was doing something wrong. The urge was overwhelming to help Tina realize just how everyone else had to see her, or at least how Kurt saw her, but he didn't think that she would appreciate it yet. Maybe when they were better friends. When she took her hand back she reached forward with the other one and handed him a small rose bush cutting with a burlap bag around the roots. "We figured you might want some color because the room's a little plain, but you got here sooner than we thought so we didn't have time to put it in a big pot and have Mercedes help it along yet." "Help it along?" Kurt asked. He fought down a yawn as he turned to Mercedes. He blinked when his vision blurred momentarily. The professor had told him that it was going to be tiring for a while to keep his shields up, but he hadn't expected it to take this much of a toll on him. He'd been checking and rechecking so that he didn't leak anything to the others or glean too much from them and he was just now coming to realize how exhausted he was. "Yeah," Mercedes smiled, "It's what I do. Plants and things are my forte. I can even make them grow up the wall and stay healthy indoors if you want." "That sounds…" He swayed a little and was glad when Mercedes and Mike reached out to steady him, "That sounds beautiful." "Alright, children," Ms. Munroe was standing in the doorway and Kurt wondered how long she had been following them, "Kurt has had a very long day and he's exhausted. He won't be going anywhere. You'll see him in the morning. Sam, please get Kurt's bags from the car for me." "You got it." Kurt registered only a breeze before Sam was back at Quinn's side and his bags were piled at the edge of his bed. "Now, the rest of you say goodnight and go down to dinner." Kurt felt the tears come into his eyes when every single one of the girls hugged him and the boys clapped him on the shoulder. Save for Finn. He hugged Kurt tight. "Welcome home," He whispered. "The bathroom is just through there," Ms. Munroe pointed to a door he hadn't even noticed in between his dresser and wardrobe, "Get ready for bed. I'll send your father up to you to say goodnight. If you should wake hungry in the middle of the night don't hesitate to make your way to the kitchen. It's well stocked. It's just off of the main entrance on the first floor where we came into the mansion. If you need anything at all, please feel comfortable projecting to any one of the teachers. Sleep well, child." The tears finally did fall as she leaned forward and pressed a motherly kiss to his forehead. He threw his arms around her and was glad when all she did was hug him close and allow him to sob on her shoulder. "Home," he whispered twenty minutes later as he was falling asleep on cool clean sheets while his father stroked his hair and the sun slipped below the horizon. He could hear the sounds of happy people gathered around a dinner table faintly from the dining room, a floor down, and felt comfortable in a way he hadn't felt since he heard the first voice in his head years ago. "Yeah," Burt agreed, "Home." Kurt sighed and let himself fall asleep
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Differences