McKinley High- a school for the extraordinarily talented.

A/N: Ooooh :) this is my first fanfiction, so thanks for reading. I apreciate the fanfic was (originaly) a little bit "choppy-changey" as I alternated between Kurt and Blaine's POV, however, I have now ammended that, and it now reads as it did in the original word document I have saved. Basicly, I got this idea watching X-men, and my mind began to wander off into the realms of glee and then BAM! they mixed and this happend. I hope you enjoy it! thanks for reading! OH! and please review :) thankees :)

I do not own glee, Kurt, Blaine or anything to do with Mckinley or dalton. Fox and Ryan murphy do. I do not own X-men either. Gutted.

It was probably five minutes into warbler practice, and Kurt had already zoned out. The Warbler's harmonies were fantastic, and watching Blaine perform was always exhilarating, but that didn't change the fact that he was 2 months into his stay at Dalton, and he still hadn't achieved what he was sent there to do in first place.

He idly lent back against the leather bound chairs of the rehearsal room and refocused as Blaine was called up to play piano for a solo Trent had, remarkably, been given the okay to by Wes and his gravel of righteousness. Kurt hadn't seen Blaine play piano before, so he was eager to see how Blaine handled a talent they must share.

Kurt smiled as the recognised the start of Adele's "make you feel my love". Trent's vocals were good, and Blaine's piano skills were incredible. Shutting his eyes to focus solely on the music, Kurt took some time out to focus on his situation.

...

"When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love"

Blaine smiled down at the black and white keys of the piano, as his fingers danced across them gracefully. It was common knowledge that this was one of his favourite songs, and he had been honoured when Trent asked him to play back up for him on piano. The lyrics were incredible, and totally applicable to his own situation. It had taken the death of that damn bird to make him to notice just how much Kurt had honestly meant to him, and that was hell of a lot. Every time he looked up into those blue/green/grey/amazing eyes, he felt like he owed a huge amount of something, anything, to make up for all the times Kurt had offered his heart out to him, only to have it thrown back by Blaine's complete obliviousness. It sounds cheesy, but he really would do anything to make Kurt see how much he did value him, now that he did.

Blaine felt like kicking himself, out of sheer selfless anger. All those times he must have hurt Kurt so much. The sexy faces during animal (which he had actually found insufferably cute), the complete sham that was "the warblers gap attack", the entire "Rachel-gate" debacle, as Kurt referred to it. The fact that he had caused someone he loved so much, such pain made him want to just curl up and sour. He felt anger coursing through him, and he vented out into the keys of the piano. So many times he just felt the anger mount up, and he just wanted to vent it and get it out but it never seemed possible. Countless times after "the gap attack" he imagined just hitting Jeremiah repeatedly. He had embarrassed him so much in front of so many people, and then just passed him off with a "You're under age" excuse. It made him so angry, so frustrated, so worked up and just annoyed and fe-

"BLAINE!"

...

Kurt sat bolt upright. Somewhere after the second "To make you feel my love" something had changed. Something in Blaine. His brow had furrowed and he had adopted an intense stare at the keys. His face had become contorted and breath was beating out in rags. And that was when the tempo changed.

It wasn't that noticeable at first, but then it became more apparent. The tempo had built up, slowly at first and then faster and faster, until the song was all but unrecognisable. Trent had long since given up trying adapt his voice to the ever increasing speed, and it was hard to believe, but if Kurt actually squinted and focused real hard, he could see small tendrils of smoke lifting from the piano.

"BLAINE!" Trent screamed

Blaine looked up in apparent bewilderment. Had he no idea how fast he was just playing that damn piano?

"I'm good Blaine, but I can only sing so many lines without drawing breath!"

"I don't under-"

Blaine cut himself off when he must have realised that the entire warbler ensemble was staring open mouthed at him. "Blaine," Kurt heard Jeff whisper "The piano was smoking..."

"Thanks! I mean, I'm pretty good, but-"

"No, Blaine, the piano was actually smoking...how fast were you playing it? It was like, super human or something..."

Kurt tuned out right there. Of course! Finally! Two months of waiting for something to surface, anything, and then this happens.

By now, the practice hall had turned into a wild din of noise. Every warbler, trying to get across to Blaine just how fast he was going. Blaine had turned pale and looked like he was about to throw up. Kurt saw him catch his eye desperately, and Kurt just nodded, he NEEDED to talk with Blaine. Stat.

Hoping to make a discreet exit for them both, Kurt politely stood, and was about to say something along the lines of getting lunch (seriously, when does the thought of food not distract teenage boys?) when Blaine openly stood and ran from the room. So much for subtle.

...

Blaine threw himself against the wall and slid down in defeat, covering his head with his hands.

"Get up. Now."

Only one voice could command Blaine like that, and he looked up into Kurt's face. "what the hell happened in there?" he whimpered.

"I'll explain later, just come with me, it's a long story."

"I don't get it! I was just playing piano, and then-"

"I know, I know-"

"I just felt so angry, and I was just pounding it into the music and-"

"Yes Blaine, you've said-"

"I don't understand wha-"

"FOR GOD'S SAKE ,BLAINE, LISTEN TO ME! YOU'RE A MUTANT!"

The look on Blaine's face would be worth a million "shocked" idol winners, Kurt mused to himself.