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Blaine Anderson loathed his father, plain and simple. The only thing that kept him sane was his brother Cooper. So when his brother went off to college and left him, Blaine began to act out. Small things at first, he stopped using so much gel in his hair and ditched the bowties. He was sixteen, it was time he started dressing his age.
He had been smoking on the roof of the school when the storm came. Annoyed that Mother Nature had ruined a perfectly good pack of cigarettes. It wasn’t until a week or so later that Blaine started to notice changes. At first it was little things, like sparks appearing when he was angry, similar to his worn Zippo when it needed a new flint or lighter fluid.
It was one day after school when he was dying for a cigarette did he discover his power. He had left his lighter at home and could feel his agitation rising. With the cigarette dangling from his lips he snapped his fingers and a flame appeared. For a second Blaine wondered if he was high, there was no way this could be happening.
He started small, burning old papers and clothes he didn’t want. Then it happened. His father had crossed the line. He wanted to remove Blaine from Dalton Academy because apparently being at an all boy’s school was turning his son gay. There were two things Blaine’s father cared about, the family reputation and his precious Mercedes-Benz SL-Class Roadster. Blaine couldn’t exactly burn his family reputation so he decided the car would have to do.
Since it was his first offence and his father didn’t want prison on his son’s permanent record, the judge sentence Blaine to community service at the William McKinley Community Center. It was by his new school after all.
Ships: Klaine, Seblaine, Blam, Blesse, Blaine/Chemistry
Rachel Berry was born to be a star. Just ask her fathers- they screened potential surrogates on talent, beauty, and intelligence until they found just the right oven for the perfect little bun they wanted to bake. Nine months later their lovely daughter was born, her lungs evidently those of a singer from the first noises she made- piercing, long screams. Her fathers cried with joy- their little Broadway baby was already ahead of the game.
She was privileged as a child- immersed in the arts, she was in every dance class imaginable, won pageants and talent contests, and began acting at the local theatre when she was six years old.
Then, something went awry. She loved the limelight, loved her life- but she didn’t want to be so very… Good. So she began committing petty crimes- vandalism, shoplifting- and made sure she was never caught.
She’d been out for a jog when it began raining, much to her annoyance. She doubled her speed to reach home and thought nothing of it, merely grumbling about how wet her hair had gotten and how it was going to frizz.
Life went on as normal as it could for the young star- she went to school, ground her teeth as she was teased mercilessly, then went to either the studio for dance or the mall for a five finger discount on lip gloss. Then, several weeks later, she noticed one of the cheerleaders.
There wasn’t anything particularly special about the girl- she was fairly tall, blonde, and of course pretty- but Rachel felt there was something off about her. The first that popped into her head was that the girl was pregnant. It was a silly thought, really- but she always went with her gut feeling, and tried to remember the name of the girl- Samantha.
A few days later, Samantha was kicked off the cheerleading squad- she was pregnant. Rachel brushed it aside as a lucky guess, but when she began knowing people’s names and what they were planning on doing to her, she knew it was no small thing.
She researched and finally decided she was clairvoyant. Two weeks later, she sent a girl who was planning on auditioning for her school’s show choir (which she- being the incredibly talented young ingenue she was- was the female lead of) to a crack house. An INACTIVE ONE, mind you- but she still got caught, and sentenced by the court for putting a person in danger- or something of that sort. Rachel just sat in the seat and scoffed during the ‘trial’.
Now she’s stuck at William McKinley Rehabilitation Center- and is none to pleased. However, if there is a baby grand or grand piano on the premises, she will be less annoyed during her hours there.
Ships: St. Berry, Faberry, Puckleberry, Rachel/Girl, Rachel/Guy
Nobody even noticed Sam. He’d been in high school for three years already and still had no friends. His parents thought it was weird, a 17 year old with no friends. But, Sam didn’t care. Everybody else around him just didn’t see how awesome he was. Having no friends meant more times for comic books and Avatar. What could be better then that?
The storm hit while Sam was on his way home from the comic book store. He didn’t notice anything different about himself for about a week. Then one day, while he was sitting at the kitchen table, he heard his parents calling for him to come downstairs. What was wrong with his parents? Were they blind? He watched as they called for him for a long time before making his way to school.
It wasn’t until later that night that he finally realised the truth. He had turned invisible. His parents kept asking him where he had been this morning and he kept telling them that he had turned invisible because he was sitting at the table the whole time. Not surprisingly, they didn’t buy it.
He couldn’t control it, and after being sent to court because he kept “skipping school”, Sam ended up going to the Community Center. At least while he was there, he could just stay invisible and nobody would care.
Ships: Fabrevans, Blam, Kum, Sam/Anyone
Quinn Fabray had been a good girl once, believe it or not. Raised in a religious household, she had grown up believing in God and toeing the line and keeping her legs closed. Her father was incredibly proud of her, parading his perfect daughter around for the world to see at church functions and work events from the time she was very young.
As Quinn got older, she began to realize where she should be having crushes and sexual feelings towards boys, her affections were instead aimed at girls. Terrified, Quinn tried to tell her mother about her plight in hopes that there was nothing wrong with her — if only she had known just how wrong that decision was. When her father caught wind of her impure thoughts and desires, he decided there was only one method of ‘fixing’ his broken daughter. He would have to beat the homosexuality out of her. As crack after crack of his belt came down on Quinn’s back, forever scarring her flawless skin, she sobbed and begged her father to give her another chance. Russell Fabray was not a man of second chances however, and upon catching his daughter staring too long at a picture of a swimsuit clad model in a magazine, he promptly threw her out of his house directly into a lightning storm.
After the storm, Quinn vowed that everything in her life would change. If her father viewed her as sick and sinful, she would be as sinful as she possibly could. He had never been more cold to her in her life than he was before he threw her out and she was determined to show him the same treatment. He wanted coldness? She would be the most frozen bitch he’d ever seen. After all, the seventh level of hell was reserved for only the worst of all blood traitors where they stood frozen in ice for all of eternity. Cutting off her hair and dying it pink was only the first step, but it was enough to get her father’s attention. As he grabbed her by her hair to beat her once more, she grasped him around the wrists as hard as she could, freezing the skin beneath her fingers to the level of a deep purple burn.
Having no idea what had just happened, Russell called the police on his once beloved daughter, getting her arrested for domestic abuse. As Quinn put on the orange jumpsuit of community service for the first time, her only regret was that it clashed with the pink of her hair. Never again would Quinn Fabray be anything but cold towards the world.
Ships: Quinntana, Faberry, Quitt, Quarmony, Quinn/female
Jesse St. James:
Jesse St. James was going to make it big. He had everything set up for him and everything would have worked out perfectly. He was going to get out of this hick ass town in Ohio, away from his family that were only dragging him down. He had a full ride set up for him at one of the more prestigious theater schools in the country, and they were even going to ignore the fact that he had nearly failed most of his classes. Everyone in the world would have wanted to be Jesse St. James.
It was his senior year when the storm hit town. Unlike some of the people who were struck by it, Jesse didn’t notice anything at first. He dismissed the rumors of people with supernatural powers. If that were true, why wouldn’t he have been effected? If anything like that were to happen, surely it would happen to one Jesse St. James.
But then Jesse did start noticing things. He had always been a rather privileged person, and he had always had a knack of getting people to give him what he wanted. But lately it had been getting more and more apparent that Jesse could literally get anything he wanted. He could simply ask, and he would receive without any hesitation. It was almost as though they were under his spell, that he could persuade them to do anything.
But apparently it wasn’t all fun and games. Persuasion worked, but it did not erase the person’s memory of the event. So when he persuaded a guy to give him his car, it wasn’t long before the man reported the vehicle stolen. Of course, the police believed the man’s story over Jesse’s. After all, who would believe that the man had just given him the car?
And so he had ended up getting assigned community service. He may have had to persuade his judge while in court, since grand theft auto was a pretty serious crime. Still, community service was better than prison.
Ships: St. Hummel, St. Berry, Jesse/Sexiness, Jesse/Chemistry
After being released from prison in Las Vegas, Nevada, Nathan decided to lie low for a bit. Having lost contact with Marnie and Nathan Jr. and without the proper funds to return to England, he ended up taking the odd job or two to support himself. Ironically, one of his connections got him a job in Lima, Ohio as a probation worker. He only plans on sticking around long enough to get him a one way ticket back home. He maintains his power of reality warping and uses it in times of need or for the occasional party trick.