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Title: Ambrosia
Chapter: 2/?
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I
Kurt’s first day - a Thursday - passed without much fuss. Unless you counted the fact that your history teacher Mr. Schuester was the embodiment of the southeast wind Apeliotes, and that your P.E. teacher and coach of all the sports teams was half giantess - but she really was nice despite the name Bieste. And then there was Sue Sylvester - Coach of the Cheerios, which almost every red blooded heterosexual male wanted to get with. And about half of the girls on campus. The Cheerios were all kinds of nymphs; naiads and lampades and alesides, just to name a few. There were three male nymphs that were on the team due to being so rare. Yet they got the stink eye every time they did something wrong.
That tended to happen when the person holding your popularity on the line was an Amazon.
Still...
Kurt had made friends with Brittany, a dyrad who was going out with Artie, and she seemed nice enough. She was incredibly focused when it came to nature related things, but when it came to more “human” things she was almost completely lost. She was also best friends with Santana, who had this weird thing going with Puck - Kurt had learned. Santana was a lampade, and took her badass Underworld reputation very seriously.
Kurt hitched up his bag and followed after Mercedes, who was going to lead him to drama on her way to fencing, and waved goodbye to Brittany and Santana. Most of the people he had met seemed nice; Puck was standoffish, but when he learned who Kurt’s mom was he sent Kurt an interested smile and a brow raise. To which Kurt snubbed his nose at and Santana smacked Puck in the face. Mercedes’ friend Tina was nice too, she was the daughter of Asclepius, and was going to meet him in drama. Tina was dating Mike, Artie’s roommate, and son of Hermes.
It was like a giant, jumbly family tree soap opera. But it was high school and that was kind of normal, so Kurt took in in stride.
“Alright, this is our stop.” Tina called out, drawing Kurt from his thoughts. Tina turned to Mike, smiling softly up at him and pressed her lips to his cheek. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you after football practice. Have fun.”
Tina waved and Kurt waved to Mercedes before turning to follow Tina into the empty dance room that the drama club had taken over. A few people were slumped down on the hardwood floor, pressed to the mirrored walls, talking amongst themselves. Kurt let Tina drag him to a join of two walls and slid down, his legs stretched out in front of him, and sighed.
“So, who’re we waiting for?”
“A few more students and the student leader to show up.” Tina informed. “We don’t have a teacher in charge.”
“Oh.” Kurt nodded.
He looked up as the door opened and a boy strode in, he was dressed casually but stylishly in a pair of simple, faded jeans and a button down shirt, covered over with a sweater vest and a tie. He had curly, dark hair that fell over his face slightly and a wide, charming smile. He was followed by a gaggle of at least six girls, all whispering amongst each other.
“Who’s that?” Kurt asked, tipping his head towards Tina.
“That’s Blaine. He’s the student leader of the drama club. And sadly, he’s totally gay.”
Kurt rose a brow and looked over to Blaine, who was sitting against the far, opposite wall, three girls on either side of him, pressed close and whispering. He was all charm and smiles with them, fingers curved over their arms and pressing his mouth to their ears when he leaned in to tell them something. “There is no way. Look at him with those girls.”
“They’re maenads, Kurt. Followers of Blaine’s dad.”
Kurt hummed, racking his brain as he tried to put the words together. “Wait, his dad is Dionysus? Isn’t he like the totally orgy-tastic, wine, women, chaos god?”
“Yup. But he’s also very responsible when he needs to be. And he’s the patron god of the theatre.”
Kurt’s mouth pressed into a line as he looked across the room to Blaine, who paused in a conversation he was having with one of the maenads and rose his head, turning his eyes towards Kurt. Kurt flushed and immediately lowered his eyes to the scuffed hardwood floor.
The door opened and a girl strode in, dressed like some sort of bad Catholic school girl. She nodded to Blaine, who nodded to her in return and once she sat down, Blaine detangled himself from his admirers and stood, taking the tote from a red headed maenad, who giggled when he smiled down at her.
“I see some new faces here, so... Why don’t we do an introductory circle. I’ll start. I’m Blaine, I’m seventeen, my favourite colour is green, and my dad is Dionysus.”
Next, the girl who had come in late shot up in her spot. “I’m Rachel, I’m sixteen, my favourite colour is red, and my mother is Nike.”
They went around the circle. Some of the girls were nymphs, four of them (three boys and a girl) were children of Zeus, one girl was the daughter of Hecate, and then Tina. Kurt cleared his throat, standing slowly. “Hi, my name is Kurt, I turn sixteen on Saturday, my favourite colour is blue, and my mother is Aphrodite.”
As Kurt sat down, he noticed Blaine tipped his head to the side, a slow smile spreading over his face. He nodded and pulled a stack of books from the tote, handing them out slowly to each student. He paused when he reached Kurt, offering a friendly smile which Kurt returned, taking the book.
“Today we’re going to be practicing Lysistrata by Aristophanes.” Blaine eased himself down between his groupies and opened his copy of the play. “Rachel if you could start as the lady herself.”
Rachel gave a rapt nod and cleared her throat. “Ah! if only they had been invited to a Bacchic revelling, or a feast of Pan or Aphrodite or Genetyllis, why! the streets would have been impassable for the thronging tambourines! Now there's never a woman here-ah! except my neighbour Cleonice, whom I see approaching yonder.... Good day, Cleonice.”
~*~
“So, how was drama?” Mercedes asked, looking up from her laptop as Kurt walked into the room and flopped on his bed.
“He’s so pretty.”
“Who?”
“Blaine.”
Mercedes stood from her chair and walked over to Kurt’s bed, stretching out beside him and smiling at the smile on his face. “Yeah, he’s pretty fine.”
Kurt rolled onto his side and looked at Mercedes. “He’s Dionysus’ son though. That could cause badness.”
Mercedes hummed and nodded, making a so-so motion with her hand. “It depends. As a child of Aphrodite, people may look at you as a novelty, which is a horrible thing.”
Kurt frowned and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want that.”
“I don’t know much about Blaine to be quite honest, I see him around. He shares my philosophy class, but he keeps to himself. Except...” Mercedes trailed off, falling quiet.
“Except what?”
“It’s nothing. Just be careful, hm?”
Kurt nodded, looking up as there were two quick knocks on the door before it opened, Mike was on the other side, and he smiled at them, apologetic. “Am I interrupting?”
“No.” Kurt sat up, waving Mike in. “We were finished.”
“Cool.” Mike looked to Mercedes. “We still on?”
Mercedes nodded and stood from Kurt’s bed, making her way over to her own and sat behind the chessboard. Mike strode over, steering the computer chair to the other side of the board. Sitting down, Mike ran his fingers over the edges of the board and then grasped a pawn and moved it.
~*~
Kurt sighed and rolled over, unable to sleep. His mind wouldn’t shut up. His birthday was in less than two days and he didn’t know how his powers would manifest, or even what they were. Everyone looked at him like he was something special and he didn’t understand it. What was so amazing about Aphrodite having a kid, she had a bunch in mythology - even if only three of them were from mortal men, and those mortal men had favour with the Gods - what made him so great? Sighing, Kurt flipped onto his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow, closing his eyes and willing his body to let him go to sleep.
No such luck.
Sitting up, Kurt pushed off his covers and slid on his slippers and his warm flannel robe before stealing a look at Mercedes and slipping out of the room. The hallways were quiet, it was past two in the morning, and he crept down the stairs, figuring he could get something from the kitchen and then watch something until his brain fuzzed out. Reaching the main floor, Kurt headed towards the kitchen before pausing and straightening at the sound of music.
It was soft and soothing. Sounding like a strange cross between the harp and the guitar. Curious, Kurt headed towards the sound, wondering where the melody was coming from. He found a door open slightly, and pushed it open a little, peering inside. There was a male figure resting in the seat of the bay window, the strange, hauntingly beautiful instrument rested in his lap, against his chest. It looked almost like harp, but much smaller.
The boy looked over when Kurt accidentally bumped into a table, making a quiet noise. The music ceased as the boy pressed his hands against the strings, filling the room with silence. Too much silence.
“Don’t stop,” Kurt encouraged, his voice quiet, “it’s beautiful.”
“You’re the new one, aren’t you?” The boy asked, settling into his spot once again, absently plucking at the strings.
“I guess so, yeah.”
The boy nodded, the plectrum in his hand tapping restlessly against the wooden frame of the instrument. “So, you can’t sleep either, huh?”
“Too much to process, I think. What about you?”
“I...” The boy’s mouth twisted up and he looked away, out the window and at the rain that was falling against the glass. “My dreams are bothering me.”
“Nightmares?”
“Not exactly. Clairvoyant dreams. They make my head spin. I usually can’t get back to sleep.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
The boy turned, his head tilted to the side as he took in the sight of Kurt dressed in his pyjamas and smiled faintly before shaking his head. “No thanks. You wouldn’t understand anyway, I don’t understand them half the time, or most of the time really.”
Kurt nodded and fell quiet as the boy resumed playing once more, filling the room up with the vibrating music once more, his fingers flying over the strings with a fluid, practiced ease. The boy was humming underneath the sound of the strings, adding a lower melody in and making goosebumps rise over Kurt’s skin.
“You’re a child of Apollo, aren’t you?” Kurt asked once the song was done. His voice still soft, trying not to be rude.
The boy nodded his head. “What gave it away? The dreams or the cithara?”
“Both, actually. When you play you almost... glow.”
The boy laughed, it was deep and rich, as he dropped his gaze to his lap, a smile playing over his face. “Yeah.” He looked back up at Kurt, finally looking at him directly, setting the cithara aside as he turned and faced Kurt. “You’re going to be trouble when you come into your powers if you really are a child of Aphrodite. People will be clamouring to get your attention. Not that you aren’t completely attractive now.”
Kurt flushed, feeling it burn through his face, over his cheeks and his ears and lowered his head. “I guess.” He looked back up, offering the boy a shy smile and his hand. “Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”
The son of Apollo stood, placing the plectrum down beside the cithara and took Kurt’s hand. “Nice to meet you Kurt Hummel, I’m Dave Karofsky.”
~~ PART THREE~~
Chapter: 2/?
Fandoms: Glee and Percy Jackson and the Olympians fusion
Author: setos_puppy
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Kurt/Dave, Dave/Blaine, eventual Kurt/Dave/Blaine
Rating: R overall
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee nor do I make any profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: Kurt starts at his new high school and makes new friends and learns about himself along the way
Warnings: alternate universe, copious usage of Greek mythology, hints of incest (this is greek mythology after all), demi-gods, underage drinking, angsty frosting
Notes: Written because I decided to watch the not so awesome Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief while in a writing slump and got bitch-slapped with this idea. Thank you to yakkorat_fics and poetic_kitsune for putting up with my relentless spamming, flailing and questions.
Previous Chapters: I
Kurt’s first day - a Thursday - passed without much fuss. Unless you counted the fact that your history teacher Mr. Schuester was the embodiment of the southeast wind Apeliotes, and that your P.E. teacher and coach of all the sports teams was half giantess - but she really was nice despite the name Bieste. And then there was Sue Sylvester - Coach of the Cheerios, which almost every red blooded heterosexual male wanted to get with. And about half of the girls on campus. The Cheerios were all kinds of nymphs; naiads and lampades and alesides, just to name a few. There were three male nymphs that were on the team due to being so rare. Yet they got the stink eye every time they did something wrong.
That tended to happen when the person holding your popularity on the line was an Amazon.
Still...
Kurt had made friends with Brittany, a dyrad who was going out with Artie, and she seemed nice enough. She was incredibly focused when it came to nature related things, but when it came to more “human” things she was almost completely lost. She was also best friends with Santana, who had this weird thing going with Puck - Kurt had learned. Santana was a lampade, and took her badass Underworld reputation very seriously.
Kurt hitched up his bag and followed after Mercedes, who was going to lead him to drama on her way to fencing, and waved goodbye to Brittany and Santana. Most of the people he had met seemed nice; Puck was standoffish, but when he learned who Kurt’s mom was he sent Kurt an interested smile and a brow raise. To which Kurt snubbed his nose at and Santana smacked Puck in the face. Mercedes’ friend Tina was nice too, she was the daughter of Asclepius, and was going to meet him in drama. Tina was dating Mike, Artie’s roommate, and son of Hermes.
It was like a giant, jumbly family tree soap opera. But it was high school and that was kind of normal, so Kurt took in in stride.
“Alright, this is our stop.” Tina called out, drawing Kurt from his thoughts. Tina turned to Mike, smiling softly up at him and pressed her lips to his cheek. “I’ll see you later?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you after football practice. Have fun.”
Tina waved and Kurt waved to Mercedes before turning to follow Tina into the empty dance room that the drama club had taken over. A few people were slumped down on the hardwood floor, pressed to the mirrored walls, talking amongst themselves. Kurt let Tina drag him to a join of two walls and slid down, his legs stretched out in front of him, and sighed.
“So, who’re we waiting for?”
“A few more students and the student leader to show up.” Tina informed. “We don’t have a teacher in charge.”
“Oh.” Kurt nodded.
He looked up as the door opened and a boy strode in, he was dressed casually but stylishly in a pair of simple, faded jeans and a button down shirt, covered over with a sweater vest and a tie. He had curly, dark hair that fell over his face slightly and a wide, charming smile. He was followed by a gaggle of at least six girls, all whispering amongst each other.
“Who’s that?” Kurt asked, tipping his head towards Tina.
“That’s Blaine. He’s the student leader of the drama club. And sadly, he’s totally gay.”
Kurt rose a brow and looked over to Blaine, who was sitting against the far, opposite wall, three girls on either side of him, pressed close and whispering. He was all charm and smiles with them, fingers curved over their arms and pressing his mouth to their ears when he leaned in to tell them something. “There is no way. Look at him with those girls.”
“They’re maenads, Kurt. Followers of Blaine’s dad.”
Kurt hummed, racking his brain as he tried to put the words together. “Wait, his dad is Dionysus? Isn’t he like the totally orgy-tastic, wine, women, chaos god?”
“Yup. But he’s also very responsible when he needs to be. And he’s the patron god of the theatre.”
Kurt’s mouth pressed into a line as he looked across the room to Blaine, who paused in a conversation he was having with one of the maenads and rose his head, turning his eyes towards Kurt. Kurt flushed and immediately lowered his eyes to the scuffed hardwood floor.
The door opened and a girl strode in, dressed like some sort of bad Catholic school girl. She nodded to Blaine, who nodded to her in return and once she sat down, Blaine detangled himself from his admirers and stood, taking the tote from a red headed maenad, who giggled when he smiled down at her.
“I see some new faces here, so... Why don’t we do an introductory circle. I’ll start. I’m Blaine, I’m seventeen, my favourite colour is green, and my dad is Dionysus.”
Next, the girl who had come in late shot up in her spot. “I’m Rachel, I’m sixteen, my favourite colour is red, and my mother is Nike.”
They went around the circle. Some of the girls were nymphs, four of them (three boys and a girl) were children of Zeus, one girl was the daughter of Hecate, and then Tina. Kurt cleared his throat, standing slowly. “Hi, my name is Kurt, I turn sixteen on Saturday, my favourite colour is blue, and my mother is Aphrodite.”
As Kurt sat down, he noticed Blaine tipped his head to the side, a slow smile spreading over his face. He nodded and pulled a stack of books from the tote, handing them out slowly to each student. He paused when he reached Kurt, offering a friendly smile which Kurt returned, taking the book.
“Today we’re going to be practicing Lysistrata by Aristophanes.” Blaine eased himself down between his groupies and opened his copy of the play. “Rachel if you could start as the lady herself.”
Rachel gave a rapt nod and cleared her throat. “Ah! if only they had been invited to a Bacchic revelling, or a feast of Pan or Aphrodite or Genetyllis, why! the streets would have been impassable for the thronging tambourines! Now there's never a woman here-ah! except my neighbour Cleonice, whom I see approaching yonder.... Good day, Cleonice.”
~*~
“So, how was drama?” Mercedes asked, looking up from her laptop as Kurt walked into the room and flopped on his bed.
“He’s so pretty.”
“Who?”
“Blaine.”
Mercedes stood from her chair and walked over to Kurt’s bed, stretching out beside him and smiling at the smile on his face. “Yeah, he’s pretty fine.”
Kurt rolled onto his side and looked at Mercedes. “He’s Dionysus’ son though. That could cause badness.”
Mercedes hummed and nodded, making a so-so motion with her hand. “It depends. As a child of Aphrodite, people may look at you as a novelty, which is a horrible thing.”
Kurt frowned and nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want that.”
“I don’t know much about Blaine to be quite honest, I see him around. He shares my philosophy class, but he keeps to himself. Except...” Mercedes trailed off, falling quiet.
“Except what?”
“It’s nothing. Just be careful, hm?”
Kurt nodded, looking up as there were two quick knocks on the door before it opened, Mike was on the other side, and he smiled at them, apologetic. “Am I interrupting?”
“No.” Kurt sat up, waving Mike in. “We were finished.”
“Cool.” Mike looked to Mercedes. “We still on?”
Mercedes nodded and stood from Kurt’s bed, making her way over to her own and sat behind the chessboard. Mike strode over, steering the computer chair to the other side of the board. Sitting down, Mike ran his fingers over the edges of the board and then grasped a pawn and moved it.
~*~
Kurt sighed and rolled over, unable to sleep. His mind wouldn’t shut up. His birthday was in less than two days and he didn’t know how his powers would manifest, or even what they were. Everyone looked at him like he was something special and he didn’t understand it. What was so amazing about Aphrodite having a kid, she had a bunch in mythology - even if only three of them were from mortal men, and those mortal men had favour with the Gods - what made him so great? Sighing, Kurt flipped onto his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow, closing his eyes and willing his body to let him go to sleep.
No such luck.
Sitting up, Kurt pushed off his covers and slid on his slippers and his warm flannel robe before stealing a look at Mercedes and slipping out of the room. The hallways were quiet, it was past two in the morning, and he crept down the stairs, figuring he could get something from the kitchen and then watch something until his brain fuzzed out. Reaching the main floor, Kurt headed towards the kitchen before pausing and straightening at the sound of music.
It was soft and soothing. Sounding like a strange cross between the harp and the guitar. Curious, Kurt headed towards the sound, wondering where the melody was coming from. He found a door open slightly, and pushed it open a little, peering inside. There was a male figure resting in the seat of the bay window, the strange, hauntingly beautiful instrument rested in his lap, against his chest. It looked almost like harp, but much smaller.
The boy looked over when Kurt accidentally bumped into a table, making a quiet noise. The music ceased as the boy pressed his hands against the strings, filling the room with silence. Too much silence.
“Don’t stop,” Kurt encouraged, his voice quiet, “it’s beautiful.”
“You’re the new one, aren’t you?” The boy asked, settling into his spot once again, absently plucking at the strings.
“I guess so, yeah.”
The boy nodded, the plectrum in his hand tapping restlessly against the wooden frame of the instrument. “So, you can’t sleep either, huh?”
“Too much to process, I think. What about you?”
“I...” The boy’s mouth twisted up and he looked away, out the window and at the rain that was falling against the glass. “My dreams are bothering me.”
“Nightmares?”
“Not exactly. Clairvoyant dreams. They make my head spin. I usually can’t get back to sleep.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
The boy turned, his head tilted to the side as he took in the sight of Kurt dressed in his pyjamas and smiled faintly before shaking his head. “No thanks. You wouldn’t understand anyway, I don’t understand them half the time, or most of the time really.”
Kurt nodded and fell quiet as the boy resumed playing once more, filling the room up with the vibrating music once more, his fingers flying over the strings with a fluid, practiced ease. The boy was humming underneath the sound of the strings, adding a lower melody in and making goosebumps rise over Kurt’s skin.
“You’re a child of Apollo, aren’t you?” Kurt asked once the song was done. His voice still soft, trying not to be rude.
The boy nodded his head. “What gave it away? The dreams or the cithara?”
“Both, actually. When you play you almost... glow.”
The boy laughed, it was deep and rich, as he dropped his gaze to his lap, a smile playing over his face. “Yeah.” He looked back up at Kurt, finally looking at him directly, setting the cithara aside as he turned and faced Kurt. “You’re going to be trouble when you come into your powers if you really are a child of Aphrodite. People will be clamouring to get your attention. Not that you aren’t completely attractive now.”
Kurt flushed, feeling it burn through his face, over his cheeks and his ears and lowered his head. “I guess.” He looked back up, offering the boy a shy smile and his hand. “Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”
The son of Apollo stood, placing the plectrum down beside the cithara and took Kurt’s hand. “Nice to meet you Kurt Hummel, I’m Dave Karofsky.”
~~ PART THREE~~