"Remember, your name is John Carver. John Carver, Blaine. Know it, learn it. People will be calling you this; you have to act like it's been your name since the day you were born. And none of the petulant attitude you've been giving me when I call you that. Do you have the papers?"

Cooper and Blaine sat in front of William McKinley High in the black sedan they bought a couple months ago. Blaine was rolling his eyes and Cooper was tolerating it with long suffering patience. The jumper ignored the question as he stared down at said papers in his lap.

"Why do I have to be a John? I don't look like a John, Coop."

"My name is not Coop, it's Peter, John." Cooper said exasperatingly. Jeez, we're so getting caught!

"You don't look like a Peter either. Why couldn't I pick the names?"

"Because you'd pick something extremely outlandish that screamed 'I'm a made up name!'"

"And these don't scream that?"

"These are understated and regular."

"Coop, they sound like two of the twelve disciples, honestly."

"Better that than our real names right now. Suck it up and get use to this Squirt. You ready?" Cooper glanced outside at the kids moving in droves toward the entrance of the school.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay. You'll be driving this tomorrow and I'll go back to my car. I just needed to drive you to and fro today. You know, for my sanity."

"You worry too much bro." Blaine chuckled.

"It's my job to worry, knucklehead. It's your senior year, make the best of it, lay low and get through. You're smart as hell, that's one thing I don't have to worry about, thank God. Now go. Be good."

"I'm always good."

"Yeah, sure John." Cooper said with an eye roll as Blaine exited the car. The senior leaned back in through the window.

"Seriously Coop, with these names we're lucky they don't find us out as soon as I walk in the door."

"PETER! MY NAME IS PETER. Fuck. We're screwed."

"That we are. Later Coop!" Blaine smirked and walked towards the entrance of the school.

Cooper sighed; Blaine never really took well to direction. As he drove off he wondered how exactly Nana got him to listen to her. He needed to find out, and fast.

If it weren't entirely necessary, Blaine would completely hate it here...

Screw that. It was entirely necessary and he still completely hated it. After five minutes listening to the Principal talk instead of giving him his damn schedule, he fucking hated it. Now he's noticing that the hallway was generic and drab and just pathetic. The students walking by were your regular run of the mill, stereotypes. Jocks, cheerleaders, kids hanging onto their books like lifelines, Goths, theater kids, just every little clique he could think of. There was even a short brunette girl standing in front of her locker singing scales into the mirror she had in the door... weird... It wasn't that he was insensitive or even indifferent; it's just that he had been dealing with issues bigger than himself for so long, that he's not sure if he can handle the self centered-ness of high schoolers without completely losing it and wanting to shake them screaming 'WAKE UP, AND LOOK AT WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING AROUND YOU!' The jumper was left wondering how long he could keep up with this forced lifestyle. He'd do anything to keep his family safe though, and this was it. So much for a great senior year.

Okay, maybe he was being a tad bit rude. He should be grateful really. Dalton, or any other school of some prestige for that matter, required him to do a diagnostic test for the teleporting gene along with presenting medical history papers upon transferring. McKinley only required the papers. Mainly because they were too damn cheap to get the diagnostic equipment, but what the hey. It worked out in his favor. The med papers can be easily and efficiently forged for the right price. His Nana really thought this through when she left the boatload of cash they found stashed everywhere in their new home.

It was a dangerous thing to walk through a crowded hallway lost in thought. Blaine learned this lesson pretty quickly as he collided with a very solid someone and books went flying every which way. The jumper started apologizing immediately; busy gathering books and papers and this person's binder.

That is, until he looked up.

And laid his eyes on magnificence... encompassed into a single being. It was the only way to describe him. Blaine could only stop and stare. His pale skin was almost luminous and his chestnut hair glistened. His cyan eyes shone like galaxies, and the blush on his face made Blaine want to giggle.

Wait, what? He did not giggle! Never mind that he sure felt like it now. But this beauty was dressed to the nines and said clothes fit him perfectly. He had on just a hint of eyeliner and damn it, now Blaine was lost in his eyes again. And this gorgeous specimen was speaking for God knows how long, but Blaine didn't hear a single word. The voice though. His voice... Such a pretty clear voice. Even with the hint of nervousness he heard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barrel through you, I just have somewhere to be right now. Please excuse me." The voice said as it pierced through the fog of Blaine's mind.

And then he was rushing past him. The jumper didn't even realize that he had finished picking up his scattered stationary. And now Mr. Magnificent was stalking away fast and Blaine had yet to say a freaking word! What the fuck was wrong with him? He was turning a corner, and even if Blaine were the fastest man in the world he couldn't catch up to him.

If only he could just jump.

Blaine had to talk himself down. He was here to lay low. He couldn't put himself and family in danger like that, jumping in a hallway full of witnesses. Mr. Magnificent will be in school tomorrow... and the next day... and the next. He'd see him again. Senior year at this school was looking up after all.

Blaine finally found his homeroom after getting lost a million times. Okay, he was exaggerating. But still, he got lost a couple times well. These are the things that made him frustrated that he couldn't just jump. He came in panting and handed a piece of paper to the teacher who interrupted his droning to look at it.

"Okay class, meet Mr. John Carv- Carver is it?"

Carver? Who the hell was Carver...Oh... Shit.

"Yes Carver, sir."

"Okay Mr. Carver, take a seat."

Blaine gave the class a once over and started towards a vacant seat in the back while the teacher continued talking about who knows what; Blaine was not listening. His mind was filled with a certain pale someone he doesn't know the name of yet. He looked up though to see the teacher and the rest of the students staring intently at him. What did he just miss?

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I'm taking the attendance, Mr. Carver, you'd do well to pay attention." The teacher said, mildly irritated. He got back to roll call.

"Saun Green?"

"Here."

Blaine spun around at the voice. He knew that voice. Knew it well. Sure it got a little deeper, but it was the same damn voice, he was positive. Hunter?

And it was. One of his best friends. Smirking at him the way he always was. As if he spent yesterday at his poolside with him instead of not knowing where the hell he went for two years. He could hardly believe his eyes but there he was... With a fake name... In a school that didn't take an on spot diagnostic test for teleportation when you transfered. Hunter had some explaining to do.

Blaine watched as his former friend put a piece of folded paper on his desk and turned to face the teacher. He opened it as discreetly as he could.

Meet me behind the bleachers, lunchtime.

"What the fuck, dude. Where have you been?" Blaine didn't give his friend time to answer before he was tackling him. He missed Hunter... He missed Seb too.

"Dude!" Hunter chuckled and held Blaine tightly. "I missed you too, you know."

"I didn't say that!"

"But you were thinking it."

"What are you, a mind reader now?"

"Nope, but I could always read you Blaine. Or did you forget?"

"You mean how I literally lose all the money in my pocket when we play poker? Nope, can't forget. Which reminds me, we need a fucking rematch Clarington."

The boys full out laughed at this. Then it got quiet and Blaine sighed. It honestly feel like a piece of him that had been missing had now magically slotted into place. His grin was a mile wide.

"So, what have you been up to?" Hunter's countenance fell at Blaine's question.

"It's a long story."

"I've got nothing but time H, you've been missing for two goddamn years." Blaine stated.

Hunter sighed and sat on the ground, Blaine followed suit. His long lost friend picked at a place on his pants as he began.

"The day I went missing was the day my father was killed."

Blaine's jaw dropped, and an odd mixture of shock and hurt and sadness crossed his features. Yes, Hunter could still definitely read his best friend.

"Fuck. Dr. Clarington." Blaine whispered. "Shit H. why didn't you come to us?"

"Because I know what they were looking for, Blaine. My father's research." Blaine figured as much. "I couldn't bring that kind of heat on you, on your family. You know how important it is, you know the mission he was on. They wanted it bad."

"You are family H, you would have been protected, no matter what. Did they get your father's papers?"

"No they didn't. They couldn't find them, and I knew he'd die rather than give up where they were, I'm assuming that's what happened."

Blaine thought for a moment as things started falling into place. "You knew where they were didn't you?"

"Yes. If I had come to you guys they would come there to look for me. I... I couldn't do that B."

Blaine nodded his head at the logic, though he maintained that it wouldn't have mattered in the least.

"There's something else." Hunter stood up as he said this. "The latent gene my father was studying?" Blaine nodded to show he knew what the boy was talking about. "I have it, only it's not latent anymore. You know what the trigger is right?" Blaine nodded again. "That night, I came from your place to find my dad bleeding on our floor, talk about great emotional distress." Hunter smirked. Blaine looked at his friend. He'd grown hard in the last two years, but he'd had to; he was fifteen and on his own at the time he left.

"So you know I can do this now." Hunter said before he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and reappeared at the end of the bleacher set. Then doing the reverse to where he started. Blaine coughed a bit at the smoke.

"You need practice bro." Blaine stated dryly.

"Oh come on B, I've been at it for two years while you practically jumped the fuck out of your mother's womb!" Hunter chuckled and Blaine joined him with a head nod at the accuracy.

"Are you still alone?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. I had to find somewhere to settle down with all the fucked up policies now being passed by the senate."

"And you had the same thought as we did; to get to a place where frequency meters aren't that prevalent and diagnostic equipment is scarce."

"It won't stay that way for long though, B. They are gonna take over."

"My old man's gonna try and fight it, as hard and as long as he can. If not we have to resort to fleeing overseas. I really don't want that."

"Neither do I. I still have to find the assholes that took my father from me."

"I'm with that. Listen H... Come home with me. Stay with us. You were always family, it would be awesome to have you back."

"Wait a minute, who is us?"

"I'm here with Coop."

"No way!"

"Way."

"It'll be nice to see Coop again."

"So come stay with us." Blaine pushed.

"You sure I wouldn't be imposing B?" Hunter questioned. The truth was, Hunter was tired of being by his lonesome, having to look over his shoulder every single second. He hadn't had a moment of peace from the moment his father died. While he knew he still had to be vigilant, it wouldn't hurt to have two extra pair of eyes to look over his shoulder as well.

Blaine scoffed. "What kind of question is that, idiot? Come on. Let's go."

"Now? We still have school."

"Yes now, Cooper needs to know everything ASAP. Now you know how this works for unfamiliar places right? You have to focus on something known, and since I don't have a picture of the place, you need to focus on what you remember of Cooper-"

"Blaine." Hunter interrupted, "Believe it or not, I did read my dad's papers." Hunter smiled.

Blaine chuckled in reply. "Just making sure bro. Ready whenever you are."

Hunter began to concentrate intensely. "Got it?" Blaine asked

"Got it." Hunter replied.

"Go." Blaine commanded, and Hunter disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Blaine smiled and mentally prepared himself for the cursing out Cooper was gonna give him before disappearing with a little tuft leaving the school yard and bleacher area empty.

Cooper sat in the kitchen with half a bagel in his mouth, his cup of joe and the newspaper when he heard a sound like thunder come from the living room area. He rushed through to find an enormous amount of smoke and his kid bro's friend that he hadn't seen for a while standing in the middle of everything. Then he heard a little pop he recognized, as Blaine appeared out of nowhere as well. Just what the fuck?

"Hunter?!" Coop said half questioning, half relieved. Everyone was worried when they didn't hear from the Claringtons. "The hell have you been kid? And did you just do what I thought you did?" As far as Cooper knew, Hunter was not a jumper.

"Yes I did. I-"

"You guys aren't supposed to be doing this anyway!" Cooper interrupted.

"Here we go." Blaine said under his breath and spoke up before Cooper could continue.

"He had what you have Coop." That got Cooper's attention. "Only, it's activated."

Cooper looked between the two boys waiting for one of them to yell 'April Fools!'. Never mind the fact that it was the middle of September.

"Coop, sit down. We have a shit load of things to fill you in on."