A/N: So I started this story ages ago, but recently I've rewritten the first 9 chapters and properly planned out the whole plot in my head so I have more of a schedule to stick to. I'm sorry for the recent lack of updates but from now on this will be my priority. I hope you stick around :)

If you're completely new to this story, I welcome you and I hope you enjoy!

Main parings:

Kurt/Blaine
Santana/Brittany
Tina/Mike
Rachel/Puck
Will/Emma

But anyway, the parings really aren't the best part of it all... You'll see!

Chapter 1: Kurt

In the struggle for survival, the fittest win out at the expense of their rivals because they succeed in adapting themselves best to their environment. – Charles Darwin

There are eight main planets in our solar system, it is estimated there are a 100 thousand other stars in our galaxy alone, and then millions upon millions of other galaxies in the universe. Still, humans spend every day thinking they're changing the world for the better, where in reality the world will keep spinning no matter what we do. Our whole existence is built from atoms and cells and DNA and with 7 billion people on the planet, mistakes are bound to happen.

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 slurs roll right off his back. Recently he had moved to Chicago so his father could be closer to his job. Kurt misses his friend, he misses his favourite coffee joint, hell, he'd even go as far to say he misses his old school.

"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, sitting down and reaching across to his dad. "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 Mercedes. You are so easily distracted I can't just... No, Kurt. That's final. I'm not letting you drive four and a half hours with no supervision."

"Then come with me?" Kurt offers, already knowing the answer.

Burt raises an eyebrow.

"This is so unfair! I didn't complain when we moved. I didn't say anything! All I'm asking is to spend a few days with my best friend and you're just…" Kurt feels the uncomfortable lump in his throat so he lets his voice trail off. He purses his lips together to stop them from shaking from how unreasonable his father is acting. 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 Burt interrupts him.

"Fine, Kurt. Take the car. But I'm holding you to your word! Everything comes out of your bank account and I expect the tank to be full when you park it on back on the drive next Friday. Anything happens and you're grounded for a month. I want phone call updates whenever you stop."

Kurt doesn't have time to hide his shock and his mouth falls 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."

Kurt grins in reply and jumps up from his seat. He quickly hugs his father with another squeal, placing a kiss on his cheek before he runs into his room to have a ritual hour long Skype date with Mercedes, sharing the good news.

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.

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