The place looked like a tornado blew through it.

Hunter and Blaine went to the small motel where Hunter was staying and brought back the little that he had, including the satchel that contained his father's documents. There were now papers everywhere, littered strategically with three stretched out bodies and an unbelievable amount of coffee cups (they really needed to get some mugs). The boys had just dropped Hunter's bags in one of the rooms and then set to work on the research papers.

Pizza boxes were strewn all about as well. As a matter of fact, before they even settled down, the boys complained that they were hungry. "We didn't get to eat lunch!" Blaine protested as Cooper handed him an intimidating stack of papers. So Hunter volunteered to get some pizza; to which Cooper and Blaine agreed enthusiastically, until Hunter got a pained look of concentration on his face. And then Cooper exploded.

"YOU CAN NOT JUST JUMP EVERYWHERE! Especially places you could just drive to! We can't draw unwanted attention to ourselves! Or even wanted attention for that matter. Get your ass in Blaine's Sudan and DRIVE! We aren't ordering in either. We need to keep this place off the grid as much as we can. I swear you guys haven't listened to a word I've said at all!"

Hunter held up his hands in his defense. "Sorry man. Force of habit. I'm just used to it. I'll use the car, relax, yeesh."

But that was a while ago. A long while ago.

Since then, they've been at it all day and most of the night. The multitude of papers Hunter gave them to sift through was formidable. It was an everlasting tedious job. Especially when they realized that they knew all this info already, but didn't want to disregard a document just in case something was there. Blaine dragged his hands down his tired face and sighed.

"Well this doesn't really enlighten me. What about you Coop?"

Cooper was covered underneath what seemed to be a mountain of paper sheets.

"Same here." His voice sounded from somewhere among the pile. "What's here is pretty much common knowledge. Well, at least among persons with the gene and scientist who don't have The Association's money shoved up their asses. But I'm sure there must be something else those guys were looking for." He replied.

"That's what I thought." Hunter piped up from his end of the mess. "But this is all there is. They were all in that big satchel. I just grabbed it and literally disappeared. Maybe I left something?"

"If you did they would have found it. I can pretty much guarantee you, that they went back to search." Blaine said as he picked up the satchel that he knew was empty, but still was driven to double check that they didn't miss anything.

It was a lucky thing he did. A small computer chip fell into his lap from one of the little compartments on the bag.

"Guys. Look." He said, picking it up and examining it.

"Well I've never seen that before." Hunter said, intrigued. He got up from his pile and moved toward Blaine to get a better look.

"Give it here." Cooper said and Blaine didn't hesitate to pass it to him. Cooper was something of a computer genius; it was an invaluable skill, but Blaine always jeered him a little, to stop diddling on his keyboard and go diddle with a girl. He's never been so happy that Cooper only scowled at him and continued to type away on those occasions. Cooper wasted no time in reaching for his laptop and popping the chip in. The boys gathered around him.

They immediately came upon an access code. Crap. Well if anyone can crack it, it would be Cooper. The man knew his way around codes. He set to work and the guys went back to combing their pages to see if they overlooked something.

The next time Cooper surfaced from the glare of his computer screen, a glance on his watch told him it was six in the morning. When the hell did that happen? A look around him showed Blaine's head lolling on the arm of the one seater he was in and Hunter practically upside down and snoring away in the love seat. How the hell did he not notice the racket between the two of them?

He knew the answer to that. When he gets into his work, he really gets into it. Especially with an encrypted code being as difficult as this one was being. He expected no less from Dr. Clarington though. Whatever he hid, he hid it well; either assuring that it didn't fall into the wrong hands, or if it did, that they'd have a hard time even trying to see what it says. Though he isn't the wrong hands by any means, he's pretty sure the wrong hands wouldn't have gotten as far as he is right now, in such a short time.

Why do I feel as if you made this code specifically for me to crack, doctor? Cooper mused.

He put the thought out of his mind for the time being, put aside the laptop and stretched. Shit. He really sat down for far too long. He started coffee and then embarked on the monumental task he knew it was gonna be to wake these idiots up.

If he remembered correctly, Hunter slept like the dead, and Blaine... Well Blaine was a little different. He slept soundly, no doubt about it, but his body was always in tune with his surroundings. Every little sound and movement. In fact, he was sure Blaine sensed his movements out of the couch he sat in for the last umpteen amounts of hours and his musing around the kitchen. It's something Blaine learned through their meditation sessions with their Nana. Something he needed to survive. Nana had a knack for giving them the tools they needed for survival. Even when she was no longer with them.

Cooper was sure that Hunter would have cultured some of these skills over the time he's been on his own. If not, He and B need to get Hunter training as soon as possible. It'll be good for them all. They both needed to brush up on their skills as well.

Either way, Cooper knew that simple shaking or shouting might not cut it. So to be on the safe side, he grabbed a pot and a big spoon from the kitchen and began banging on them to make an absolute ruckus.

The effect was immediate.

Blaine jumped up, on edge, but calm and in a simple defensive stance to ward off attackers. However, Hunter fell from the love seat and landed straight onto his ass on the ground.

"What the-" he mumbled sleepily.

Okay, Hunter needed training and fast. They'd get to that. But for now. School.

"If you all don't get up now you will be late for school. Come get some coffee, just made a pot." Cooper said.

Blaine glanced at the laptop and then headed towards the kitchen. "Coop you've been up all night, haven't you?"

"Yeah." Cooper answered. "This code is giving me a run for my money."

Blaine sighed as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "We need to get you laid."

"Totally." Hunter agreed from the living room.

"Get your asses ready for school." Cooper said. He chuckled as the Hunter vaulted himself out of the chair.

"I'm actually gonna be early for once!" Hunter exclaimed.

Thirty minutes later they were both rushing down the stairs and dashing past Cooper.

He didn't even turn in his seat, as he shouted, "Don't come back stupid!" at them.

"Can't promise that!" Hunter shouted back and Blaine laughed at the exchange.

Blaine hadn't seen the lithe form he was looking for all day. He walked into his classes truly optimistic that maybe this would be the one, but no such luck. It was sort of depressing actually. The thought that his mystery guy may be in a lower grade drifted through his mind a little before he dismissed it. He distinctly remembered picking up a senior level quantum physics book with the guy's stationary. Still, he could be just a really advanced junior... Or maybe he just didn't have any of Blaine's classes, and Blaine needed to stop acting like a crazy person, or a sixteen-year-old girl with a crush; the two could certainly be interchangeable. And it didn't help matters that Hunter was on to him.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You look like someone kicked your puppy and you took the time to be sad before you eventually hunt them down and commit murder."

"Wow H. I've always admired your imagination." Blaine replied as nonchalantly as he could manage.

Hunter chuckled. "Seriously though bro, what's up? You moped through Physics, and I don't have Geography with you but I'm assuming you moped through that too, because you came to lunch moping."

"That's too much moping for one sentence."

"No, that's too much moping for one day! Now, what's your problem?"

Blaine thought for a minute. Maybe he should tell Hunter. First and foremost, Hunter is his boy, and though he may get teased to no end at first, H will try to help in anyway he can. And secondly, Hunter was at the school much longer than he was, so he must know a little something about this captivating stranger, his Mr. Magnificent.

"Do you happen to know a guy with long lean muscles and eyes like swirling blue green galaxies? He's a little taller than me and he has impeccable taste in clothing and perfectly styled chestnut hair." Blaine rushed out his description and couldn't help the way his eyes glazed over at the memory of bumping into this guy.

Hunter's jaw dropped.

"Already? Dude, it's your fucking second day! You already found someone who is affecting your mood? You work fast Anderson. Oh wait, Carver was it? Crap. Need to remember that."

Blaine huffed. "Do you know him or not?"

"It sounds like you could only be talking about one guy. No worries, he's in our Government class, which we have in a few seconds. So you can stop moping!" Hunter chuckled. "You're in for a treat too. He and our teacher get into the kind of debates that makes you question which one should be teaching the class."

And there's the confirmation that Mr. Magnificent was not only beautiful, but also brilliant. This should be an interesting class. The guys reached the doorway of their Government classroom and Blaine followed Hunter to his seat, automatically taking the seat beside him. He scanned the room meticulously.

"He's not here." He said despondently.

"He will be." Hunter said reassuringly as Blaine fixed his eyes on the doorway.

"What's his name?" Blaine ventured. It would be nice to put a name to the face, other than Magnificent of course.

"Oh, you'll never believe this; his name is -"

Blaine didn't hear a word Hunter said, a loud gasp fill the air. He later realized that it came from him. Mr. Magnificent walked through the door, looking nothing short of gorgeous. And he was headed straight for Blaine.

Blaine couldn't understand why his heart sped up and his palms grew sweaty, why he felt like he could jump out of his skin. Literally. The guy looked at Blaine and Blaine saw the very minute recognition came into his eyes. Mr. Magnificent gave him a little smile and sat in a seat that was diagonal to him. Blaine felt his insides do a little flip. With a small secret smile and the light of recognition, Blaine's whole day was made.

The teacher walked in just then. "Okay students, let's get right to it, shall we." He said. Blaine saw the guy give a long-suffering sigh at the teacher's words.

"Watch this." Hunter stage whispered.

"In light of recent events," The teacher continued, "Your term papers will be centered around the on going controversy of the Teleportation Rights Bill and whether or not our politicians should waste their time and our tax dollars trying yet again to get this bill through. Especially now that the Public Safety Act was passed."

Blaine was a little surprised. Of course he had been keeping up with the news; that could mean life or death. But this must be a very recent development. Looks like his father got to the Senator in time to help if the TRB is back into the discussion. The PSA he damn well knew; it was what forced him here in the first place.

"Ehem, umm, Mr. Jennings, if I may?" The guy spoke up, and Blaine was just glad to hear his voice again. But while Blaine seemed to be pleased, their teacher did not. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before answering.

"Why yes you may, Mr. Hummel." He basically gritted out.

Hummel? As in Senator Hummel's son? Nah, couldn't be. But then again, how many Hummels could there be from the same part of Ohio?

In his periphery, Blaine could see Hunter shift so he had both his mystery guy (well at least his first name is still a mystery) and their teacher in his line of vision. Come to think of it, Blaine saw the whole class shift imperceptibly to a similar position in their seats. He chanced a look at Mr. Magnificent and saw his expression gradually getting more and more stony faced.

"Should your statement be the topic of our paper, word for word?"

"Yes. It should. But-"

"That would make it an opinion piece then?" He interrupted.

"Yes. It would. Though-"

"And that would mean that this could be interpreted in any number of ways?"

"Yes. It could. Howev-"

"So I trust you will be marking according to the quality of the paper and not whether a paper agrees or disagrees with your own opinion." The guy gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes to a teacher that was growing more frustrated by the minute.

"Listen Mr. Hummel. I have no desire to debate my beliefs against yours today." Mr. Jennings looked exasperated. "This gene is dangerous, and not found in normal humans. These people should be locked away, for our own safety and theirs. The Public Safety Act does this, The RAHTS take care of them, so I say let it be. These people are capable of anything! And I will not let your delusions of importance; due to your father's position dictate how I run my class. I will not tolerate it!"

By the end of the teacher's rant, his chest was heaving and his eyes were wild.

But the guy still sat stony faced.

"This has much less to do with my father's position," He began, "and much more to do with you not having the proper biological knowledge to make the statements you just made. You don't know what you are talking about. On either Biology or Government from what I gather."

The teacher's face now resembled an over ripe plum. "And you do?" He asked incredulously, "You're barely eighteen! What do you know?!"

"Age has absolutely nothing to do with being informed." The guy said calmly.

How the hell is he so calm right now?

"Jumpers are the next stage of human evolution. They are a different kind of human, but human nonetheless. They cannot control being a carrier of this gene anymore than any of us can control who our parents are, or the race we belong to, or which gender we have an affinity for.

This is how they saw persons who were gay a couple of years ago. And that's not even a mutation. Though a little of that old prejudice lingers, thank all the deities that it has waned. Or else the happy marriage you now lead would be deemed as sick and wrong. You and your partner would be hauled off to some mental institution to be set 'straight', just like they are currently trying to do to jumpers.

You are on the wrong side of history with this one, Mr. Jennings. And if they aren't stopped, this will destroy us as a specie."

At the end of his speech, this guy wasn't heaving like their teacher was. His breath did come a little quicker, but it was like he was injecting a quiet dose of rationality into the class. A modicum of logic. Now here was a guy who knew what was happening around him. Who even knew quite a bit about the Jumper gene, who was aware of issues outside of himself and actually cared, despite the self absorbed mind set that was high school.

It was a turn on of epic proportions, actually.

The class looked at the guy in awe and their teacher was still the color puce and now sputtering a bit and Blaine had never been more enraptured. Luckily, the shrill school bell jolted everyone out of their astonishment and into packing up their books. The guy swung his satchel over his shoulder and got up to head out.

Blaine followed without a second thought and missed the smirk Hunter was throwing at him. He caught up with the guy just outside the door in the hallway.

"Hey." Blaine breathed out.

"Hi." The guy said uncertainly.

"I didn't get your name yesterday when you mowed me over in the hallway."

"Oh." He chuckles, and the sound was glorious. "I'm sorry, I'm one track minded sometimes, kinda leads to me not really taking stock of the things in my way."

"Okay, fair enough. You weren't the only one lost in thought." Blaine admitted. "Since you aren't mowing me down now though, I think I'll grab this opportunity." Blaine held out his hand. "I'm Blaine, nice to meet you-"

"Kurt. It's Kurt." He answered with a smile. The same knowing, small smile.

"Kurt." Blaine tested the name out; he needs to stop calling him Mr. Magnificent in his head, before he embarrassed himself.

"But... Wait, didn't I hear a teacher call you John?" Kurt questioned, puzzled.

"Uhh." SHIT! "Blaine's a pet name, one that persons close to me call me." Blaine improvised.

"So I fall in that category already. That's really flattering." The statement was made to be nonchalant, but the bright pink spots on Kurt's cheeks gave him away.

Blaine grinned. "Well you do strike me as a person I'd like to get close to." He said. The truth of what counted was that, no matter how dangerous it is, Blaine couldn't bear the thought of Kurt calling him John.

Kurt's cheeks were flaming now. "Anyway," he said, "I have to get to my Glee class, so catch you later? Blaine. Huh. See, now that suits you a hell of a lot more than John does."

"Why do you say that?" Blaine inquired.

"You just don't look like a John." Kurt said as he moved away smirking.

Blaine's face broke into a wide smile.