A/N: Another idea that ingrained itself in my mind, this time inspired by The Incredibles and my box set of Heroes. It will be a full fic, I'll try and balance this with Dark Blue as best as I can :D It will be Klaine. But it will also be pretty much all the other Glee ships I feel like. It will have everyone from ND. I hope you enjoy. Short chapter is short, but it's just the beginning. And I'd like to thank Chloe AKA cjclark for giving me all the ideas for the powers :D

Oh yeah. This is a superhero fic.

I don't even know.

I don't own Glee but I hope you enjoy this :D

And the title is from the lyrics of the one and only David Bowie.

Chapter 1

Sometimes the world works in mysterious ways. Ordinary beings achieve extraordinary things and yet are often overlooked. Miracles happen every second of every day and almost all of them are forgotten in the blink of an eye. But what about the miracles that stay with you? The ones that literally seep into your veins and change your life? For thirteen supposedly disconnected individuals, the miracles they saw could not be easily forgotten.

Kurt Hummel is one of the first to be affected. He is a seemingly ordinary seventeen year old boy, nothing overly special about him other than his exceptional eye for the latest fashion trends and the ability to let his peers' homophobic comments roll right off his back. He had planned a camping trip with some of his only friends at his high school and is now sitting down with his father and ironing out his plans when it happens.

"I'm just asking to borrow the car for a couple of days-"

"No, Kurt," Burt says firmly.

"Please! I'll fill up the gas tank and pay for any damages," he begs helplessly.

His father worries the inside of his cheek with his teeth. "The fact that you're even bringing up any idea of damages is going against you."

Kurt huffs in annoyance and purses his lips. "I'm a sensible driver, you know I am. I'll keep under the speed limits and stop regularly so I don't get into any accidents-"

"I know you're a sensible driver but I know how you are with your friends. You and the girls are so easily distracted I can't just... No, Kurt. That's final."

Kurt feels his heart completely sink. His mother had died over ten years ago in a car accident and Burt has never fully recovered. He hated the idea of Kurt even learning to drive, but Kurt had gotten a job and paid for his own lessons so there was nothing his father could do.

Kurt swallows the lump forming in his throat. He needs this break, this escape. Lisa, Sophie and Annabelle are the only people who keep him sane at his school. The only people who appreciate him and let him be who he is, who don't taunt him every day and don't throw food in his hair. He thinks of their reactions if he tells them he can't go: they'd be upset but that wouldn't stop them from going and having fun by themselves. Kurt purses his lips together to stop them from shaking from the unfairness of the situation. He blinks, determined to hold his ground.

Please dad, please, please, please. Let me borrow the car,he begs silently.

Kurt clears his throat and is about to start spewing off a list of reasons he should be allowed to go away for the week when his father interrupts him.

"Fine, Kurt. Take the car. But I'm holding you to your word! Damages come out of your bank account and I expect the tank to be full when you park it on back on the drive next Friday."

Kurt is shocked and his mouth hangs open slightly. He quickly closes it and nods his head vigorously, not really understanding where the change of heart has come from. "I promise."

"I mean it, Kurt-"

Kurt nods his head again, bouncing in his seat slightly and letting out an excited squeal before he can help himself. "Bank account. Gas tank. Friday. Got it!"

Burt bites his lips together and nods firmly, "Don't make me regret this."

Kurt grins in reply and jumps up from his seat. He quickly hugs his father with another squeal before he runs into his room to phone his friends.

Once Kurt leaves the kitchen table, Burt is left alone. He frowns to himself and shakes his head clear, he tries to remember what he'd just agreed to, but he can't. He frowns towards the door Kurt had just left through and he looks back at the empty chair across from him. He reaches his hand up and takes off his baseball cap, rubbing his eyes with his fist before resting it on the table. I'm just tired, he thinks to himself before standing up and turning off the kitchen lights, ready to go to bed.

A/N: REVIEWS = SUPERPOWER INDUCING COOKIES!