A/N: This is my second attempt at a fanfic, and first for a Glee-based fanfic. It's not entirely educationally and grammatically correct because I don't live in the USA. Also, based on where I live, it is possible to transfer schools in the last few weeks of the year. Trust me, it's happened. And I wrote this when we thought Kurt and Blaine were in the same grade.

Blaine isn't in this chapter, but he will appear in the next, so don't you worry.
I hope you enjoy this story.

Disclaimer: Glee and its characters belong to Fox Network, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan. Story idea belongs to me.

Everyone has secrets, or at least one secret. For Kurt Hummel, he has three. Well, two are not well-kept secrets. One of them isn't really a secret anymore, judging by the amount of times he has been shoved into a locker and called un-mentionable names. The second secret isn't really a secret either because his family knows about it, especially his father. Burt and Kurt are both one of few wing carriers in existence.

Wing carriers are human beings, like everyone else, except they have two wings which protrude from their backs, right were normal humans have their shoulder blades stick out when they try to reach them. Wing carriers are born with their wings, and grow as their carrier grows. However, it is only possible to pass on these wings if the parents are both wing carriers, which in this case, Kurt's mother was also a carrier before she died when Kurt was eight years old.

Wing carriers can live in peace with normal human beings based on the fact that their wings are invisible to normal humans, but of course other wing carriers can see the wings of other carriers. And it's also because the existence of wing carriers is unknown to humans, but not totally unknown. Sure, there may be a few rumours about winged humans here and there, but there hasn't been any genuine proof that these humans actually exist.

And what about Carole and Finn? Was it expected of them to just be unaware of the fact that they were sharing a house and being a family with humans with wings which they could not see? They could have thought that the Hummel family was crazy and delusional, but instead, they accepted the fact that both Hummels were wing carriers. It didn't bother them, but sometimes they'd wish that they could see their wings.

"Kurt!" his father bellowed through the door of his bedroom. "Time to get up! It's your last week of your Junior year, and I'm hoping that you don't want to be late!"

The male in question wasn't sleeping, actually, but had just finished applying his morning moisturisers. He turned around just as Burt opened the door to see his father's surprised face.

"Good morning, Dad. I see that you've yourself just woken up," said the son, gesturing at Burt's crumpled shirt, pants and unruly feathers in his wings. Unlike Kurt's pristine white and groomed feathers, his father's wings had been tinted slightly with a hint of grey over the last few years. They had once been as white as Kurt's, but they have aged like their carrier.

"Yes, I am aware that it is my last week as a Junior. I just thought it would be good if I had more time to look my best."

His father leaned against his door frame and chuckled to himself. His son was growing up to be a fine, young man, who has already been to New York. It seemed like if it were just yesterday that a 6-year-old Kurt Hummel was attempting to fly with his miniature wings by jumping off his tea party table, only to be stopped by his mum, the complete human personification of an angel, besides the halo. Oh god, how much he missed his deceased wife was unimaginable. He had to be strong for Kurt in the few years after the passing, but when Kurt had gone to sleep at night, he would only cry silent tears of sorrow, in fear that Kurt would hear him and wake up. He would then think that at least she had returned to where she belonged.

A small cough drew him out of his thoughts. He hadn't realised that he had been standing there for so long. Kurt stood up and walked over to his father, with his wings in attention mode. Burt had always said that Kurt's eyes and wings were just like his mother's, pure and precious. He could get lost in them for hours on end if he had the chance.

"Dad, have you had your breakfast yet?" asked Kurt when he approached the door. Burt shook his head and opened his mouth to say something, only to be stopped by Kurt making him turn around and being forced downstairs into the kitchen. "You know you have to eat something after you get up."

"Yes I know, Kurt." Burt paused to watch Kurt busy himself preparing his father's healthy breakfast. "And are you going to school with your wings out for everyone to see?"

"Dad, you know that no one can see them. Besides, it's the last week of school, so there shouldn't be any new students transferring." Kurt told his father, while finding the box of cereal and handing it to him. "And if there were any other wing carriers, I should've seen their wings."

Burt opened his mouth to say something again, only to be cut off by the loud unsteady footsteps which thundered from above, signalling the awakening of Finn. Kurt sighed and muttered something about holes in the ceiling, before reaching for the low fat milk to hand to his dad.

Not before long, Finn shot down the stairs while he ran a hand through his hair. He glanced at the clock, before joining Burt and Kurt in the kitchen.

"Good morning," he mumbled. Burt handed the cereal box to Finn, who accepted it. "Do you know where mom is?"

"She had to go to work early, son." Burt replied, before continuing what he was saying to Kurt. "You should still wear a jacket. It's always to be safe than sorry."

"But it's summer, dad."

"I don't care if it is summer or winter; I still think you should hide your wings, for the last week of school, just to be safe. You'll have all of the summer break to free your wings."

Kurt gave his father a long glare, before heading upstairs to retrieve a jacket which would match his outfit for today, which was a simple light lavender button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a black and white skinny tie, paired with his favourite pair of skin-tight jeans. He opened his wardrobe and observed his choices. Since it was summer, he opted for his button-up vest. He managed to fit his wings into a special pocket at the back of the vest, so that if there were to be another carrier at school, they wouldn't be able to see any loose feathers. All of his jackets had these pockets. If not, then his wings would just go through the material. He glanced at his clock on his bedside table, only to discover that he and Finn would have to be at school in ten minutes.

"Finn! We have to go to school now!" shouted Kurt he ran down the stairs. He dragged Finn from his position in the kitchen to the front door. "Bye dad!"

"Bye Burt!" called Finn.

"See you later, boys!" replied Burt as he smiled at them while they raced out the door. He took a deep breath, relieved that he couldn't see Kurt's wings, before resuming his breakfast.

So, how did you like it? Hate it? Question it? Please review, if you can.

Preview of next chapter:
His first few lessons for the day were unremarkable: the same sleep-inducing drone from the same sleep-inducing teachers. It was the last week of school. Why couldn't they just give the students fun to do?

And it should be up by next week. :D