Hunter had to admit; it was great seeing Blaine as a lovesick puppy. His life has been too serious for far too long. He'd been fighting battles he shouldn't be fighting. You should never have to fight for the right to be yourself. Blaine has been doing that his whole life. But the Blaine of the past three weeks was a joy, not only to tease, but also just to watch.

He went out of his way to make sure he interacted with Kurt more than strictly necessary for persons who only had a few classes in common. And the shameless flirting between the two of them was bordering on ridiculous. The walking close together, the book bag carrying, the little smiles that they give each other that they think no one else sees. And if you confronted any one of them about it, they'd give you their version of 'What? I don't know what you're talking about.' all while trying to hide the world's widest smiles.

Even Cooper joined in on the teasing eventually, right after warning Blaine that he needed to be careful of course. Coop couldn't resist after catching Blaine staring at his phone with the biggest shit-eating grin known to mankind, for the umpteenth time.

It was all very cute to the point of sickening. Hunter just wanted to scream, 'GET TOGETHER ALREADY AND GIVE US ALL A BREAK!'

Not that he really minded; Blaine hanging around Kurt gave him an excuse to see Tina. It really helped that the best friends were usually in shouting distance of each other all the time. It also helped that this time he's not feeling loads of guilt for really liking her. She was very cozy with her boyfriend last school year. And though he was fucking jealous as hell of this dude who got to make her smile like that, he had been just content to see her smile. However, the guy moved back to Hong Kong over the summer (or so he overheard), which meant he might just have a shot right? Or are they doing the long distance thing? He must remember to ask Kurt after Bio class.

Good old Bio class. Hunter was sure if Blaine could switch classes this late in the game, he would. Case in point. They both take Biology. Right now Hunter was seated across from his lab partner Lucy, attempting to understand what they were supposed to be looking at. Bio was boring, but he needed to learn, for his sake as well as the people he cared about.

The thing though, is that Hunter ended up in a class with Kurt. When Blaine found this out, he pouted a little, but only when he thought no one was looking. However, he always forgets how well Hunter could read him. Hunter chuckled at his thoughts, almost shifting the slide they were observing through a microscope. After a deadly glare from Lucy and hurried apologies, Hunter looked over at Kurt. He had finished his lab, without the aid of a partner, I think that Artie kid is out sick, and was now happily conversing with their teacher. No doubt about some complicated shit or the other that Hunter would never get in a million years. Seriously, if there was a genius gene, then it skipped a generation, just like the jumper one is thought to do.

Then Hunter was struck with a bolt of brilliancy.

A couple of days before, Cooper let loose a cheer with great enthusiasm; he had finally cracked the last encrypted code on the chip. He watched Cooper go through the whole process of breaking the codes, each one more difficult than the last. Each one requiring the consumption of copious amounts of coffee, and total concentration. And then he had to watch Cooper do this ridiculous happy dance he had since forever, positively screaming "IRISH JIG!" as he attempted to move his feet accordingly. Forever dorky.

He had to give it up to Cooper though; his father protected the information well and he kicked through the codes in a lot less time than Hunter thought was possible. Just glancing at the endless series of numbers gave Hunter a headache. But Cooper owned the sequences like they were his prison bitches.

However, when he reached the actual information, it was yet another code; a genetic one this time. The whole concept was made up of biological terminology that was lost on all, except for the occasional one word recognition. Blaine took Cooper's place at the computer and they had all stared at the screen confusedly.

"Don't you both take Bio?" Cooper questioned.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we know shit." Hunter had answered.

"I have to agree." Blaine spoke up. "I know the basics of genetics to know that we are looking at a strand of DNA, and the presence of mind to know that we have to know and type in the genetic sequence of this gene to get through. But that's as far as my knowledge goes."

"So you're saying we're screwed." Hunter stated.

"At least for now." Blaine replied.

But Hunter may have just inadvertently resolved their Bio based problems and Blaine's need to spend time with Kurt in one fell swoop. Kurt was excellent at Biology and sympathetic to their cause.

It was perfect.

Or was it?

Because being sympathetic to a jumper's plight doesn't necessarily mean you'd be okay with your pseudo-boyfriend and his inappropriate best friend actually being jumpers.

He'd have to speak with the guys after school. For now, he needed to get through this lab before Lucy kills him.

Kurt Hummel was Washington bound.

He knew it with every fiber in his being. After all, he was the son of a senator; it was pretty much expected. He was out spoken and passionate and never afraid to defend his cause. He was brilliant and strong minded, but also kind and compassionate. If it was one thing all his teachers (even those who couldn't stand him because he'd often take over their class and do a better job than they did) agreed on, was that this young man was going places. He would either end up with a seat in the house, or a seat on the official government board of scientists (GBOS). Either of which, was in Washington.

But it wasn't always like this. No it wasn't.

Before, Kurt Hummel wanted to be a Broadway star, just like the people he saw on stage when his mom and dad had taken him to see a show in Columbus. He wanted to sing and dance and try on costumes and make the people in the audience happy. So his mom started to teach him how to play piano, and ran through basic voice training with him. They practiced on the baby grand she owned that took up residence in their living room. And his dad enrolled him in a youngster's dance class that was held once a week. With the society they now lived in, forged by years and years of fighting to end discrimination against a person for their sexual orientation and/or gender identity, no one really batted an eyelash at his son in a pink tutu. He would drop him off every Saturday and pick him up two hours after.

Then one day while looking for his book of music scores, he came across one of his mom's magazines on the coffee table. And after a whole hour of looking through it, he decided he wanted to make pretty things for the gorgeous people in the magazines to wear. His dad was at a bit of a loss.

"Does this mean you don't want to do dance lessons anymore bud?" He asked quizzically.

"Of course not." Kurt scoffed. "I'm going to do both!" He decreed.

His mom chuckled at her precocious little one, and smiled wide as he talked about his dreams. Her smile then slid a little, as she thought how different the world could have been for him. If he was born with something her grandfather had, something she had. She glanced at her husband and found comfort in his knowing eyes. They would do anything to make their kid's dream come true.

And so, his parents encouraged both of his dreams. Between the piano lessons, the dance lessons and absorbing all he could at his mom's feet when she would sew; He was well on his way to being all he wanted to be. Or at least, as on his way as a seven year old could get.

Then at the tender age of eight years old, his mom was taken from him and he was too young to know exactly why. His father told him that she was taken to help the government with some research, because that's all he was told. Kurt was so proud that his mother would be chosen to help even if it meant being away from them. So he worked and worked and kept on working. He mastered the piano and honed his voice. And pretty soon he could not only make clothes for himself, but also for his dad, and any of his friends from his dance class and dollies that needed his services. All in the hopes that whenever his mom came home, she would be proud that he was still making strides to make his dreams come true. That she would be as proud of him as he was of her.

It wasn't to be though. After two years of no contact, a then ten-year-old Kurt and his now wiser father learned the truth of his mom's capture. After scouring for information, contacting the government medical department and endless red tape that pushed his father to the very limit of his patience; his dad had met with the brilliant scientist, Dr. Henry Clarington of the GBOS. Dr. Clarington told them, after going through his mom's medical records himself, that his mom was a carrier of the jumper gene, though it was latent.

But that wasn't all. They found out she was taken because she was a potential carrier of some other mutation. Mutation 2.0, the doctor had said. The government didn't take her, persons impersonating the government did. She was nowhere to be found in the system, she just fell off the grid; Kurt and his father were devastated. His father, now determined that this will not happen to anyone else if he could help it, began to involve himself heavily in the goings on of politics. Hell bent on trying to make a difference.

Kurt had never given up on his dance classes and his piano lessons. He had never given up on sewing and designing. He still strived to be the best at those, because his mom would want nothing less. But by then he had decided that these would be nothing but hobbies, things to keep him sane.

Because he was going to Washington.

No more sons should have to live their lives without their moms because of ignorance or some secret agenda. He was going to learn all he could about the teleporting gene mutation, all he could about the lesser-known mutation 2.0, all he could about the intricacies of the US justice and political system. He was going to do all he could, just like his father was doing.

Having a mindset didn't stop him from living. He knew his mom wouldn't have liked that either. And his friends wouldn't have let him for that matter. He met Tina, Mike, Santana and Brittany long before high school. They were all in his dance class, and were his closest friends. Friends who stuck by him through the loss of his mother, friends who encouraged him when he made the decision to make a difference, friends who set him up with guys because they were both budding couples and didn't want him to be a fifth wheel.

So when Mike set him up in freshman year with a fellow teammate from football, he obligingly went out on the date. And he had a great time. Dave was sweet and protective and the biggest joker ever. But by a couple months of going out they realized they had more of a friend dynamic than anything else. And so he gained another friend to goof with when the demands he put on himself got too hard. But then Dave met Chandler. And several bouts of heart eyes later, Kurt became the seventh wheel. He didn't mind really. His friends were happy and he liked that. He just had to wait a little longer to find his happiness.

Halfway through sophomore year he thought he did. Peter was handsome, but he was also bold, ambitious, and determined. Just like he was. However, on top of that Peter was brash, tactless and presumptuous. He thought he was entitled to everything, because his parents had a little money and he exuded self-importance. All things Kurt definitely was not. And Kurt was not one to put up with blatant douche baggery. He nipped that in the bud. They didn't even last three weeks.

Since then, Kurt had spent the rest of his sophomore year and the entirety of his junior one fending off Peter's attempts to give them one more shot. Not happening. His friends helped him out, Dave proved to be a very imposing figure when Peter was around. Always putting himself between his friends and the oncoming threat. Mike and Santana would flank him, and Peter would pass by with a glare to all of them.

But then, Mike's parents moved back to Hong Kong over the summer, and they all knew the reason for the move; Mike's younger brother was a jumper, and US laws were not being kind anymore. It was a blow of sadness to the group, Tina especially; as they had broken up, not knowing if they'd ever see each other again.

They all entered senior year nursing wounds. But now, three months in, Kurt was happier than a horny teenaged boy at the playboy mansion. Well a straight horny teenaged boy anyway. Happier than he'd thought he'd be at this stage in his life. He was resigned to waiting until he hit college to find any one even remotely decent to be with. And he owed it all to Blaine Carver. Yeah, John really doesn't fit him. Come to think of it, neither does Carver.

As a matter of fact, Kurt had the distinct feeling that Blaine may be hiding something. Something big. He can see it in all the times he's had to rush off with Hunter. Hunter, whom Kurt had known as Saun for the greater part of last year, but Blaine calls him Hunter. Another pet name sistuation, perhaps? They have a friendship like he's never seen before with people who just met each other a little over three months ago. He can see it in the way he avoids certain topics that come near to revealing anything about his past.

And though he wishes that Blaine would tell him. He understands that their, umm... uh, was it a relationship, they hadn't discussed it, let's just call it that for now... relationship is young; maybe he's just not ready yet. Heaven knows he wasn't ready yet to talk to Blaine about his mom. But that was all in good time. He's on his way to meet Blaine in the parking lot. They were going on their after school coffee date. He just needed to get his Bio book from his locker for his homework later.

Kurt retrieved the book and made to close the locker door when Peter came up behind him.

"Gah! Peter! You scared the hell out of me!" Kurt exclaimed after being surprised.

"So sorry Kurt. Didn't mean to." He didn't look sorry at all. But Kurt didn't want to stay and hear anything he had to say. He turned his back on Peter and started walking off. Peter went around to head him off.

"Hey, hey. What's your hurry?" He crooned, a smirk evident on his face.

"I have somewhere to be." Kurt gritted out through his teeth.

"Where?" Peter's smirk immediately delved into a scowl. "Are you going to hang out with that transfer shrimp again? I've seen you and him, Kurt. He doesn't match you; he's trash! That's what you left me to be with?"

By the time Peter finished, his chest was moving heavily to bring his body air and he was worked up beyond calm. Kurt looked at him, almost bored. This is what Peter did every time Kurt even so much as spoke to another guy.

However, Peter was right in this instance.

He and Blaine were going out. And Kurt was well aware that Peter was watching him. He had to explain to Blaine why there was a guy lurking and glaring at them whenever they were in the Lima Bean. Blaine had taken it in stride and replied, "Well, anyone in their right minds would want to be with you," Kurt had blushed at this. Blaine continued though, "problem is, I really don't think this guy is in his right mind."

"He's harmless." Kurt had said. "Don't worry about him." Because none of what he did was Peter's business. None of it. It hadn't been Peter's business for over a year and a half now.

"Peter, get out of my way." Kurt firmly said.

"No. I will not let you continue to make he biggest mistake of your life." Peter stated maniacally. And he grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and proceeded to push him back into a classroom door just behind them.

Kurt was shocked. Peter never put his hands on him. Never. May be because he didn't have the opportunity to, Kurt was always surrounded by people. But the point was, this behavior was unprecedented. And he didn't know how to handle it. Kurt struggled to keep Peter in his sights and to come up with a way to get out of this. But out of the corner of his eyes, Kurt saw movement; and then all was chaos.

"Blaine?"

The name was spoken in both relief and disbelief.

Blaine was hyper. Literally jumping off the walls. There was no use denying it. His last class took entirely too long to finish and he was excited. He was always excited when he was going to meet Kurt. Lately that's almost all the time.

He was also excited because he was gonna pop the question today.

He was gonna ask Kurt to be his boyfriend once and for all. They were already going on dates and they were already acting the parts. He cared for Kurt more than he thought he was capable of doing for anyone outside of those he considered family. And because he cared for Kurt, the things that were important to Kurt became important to him. He already felt this attachment to Kurt; why not ask for it to be official?

It was a nervous energy though.

What if Kurt said no? If that happened, he would have to question what the hell they were doing these last few weeks. Just dancing around each other? If he had to do that another week with Kurt, and not be able to run his finger from Kurt's temple to his neck, and marvel that his skin definitely was as soft as it looked, then he'd probably go crazy. Or explode. Or both!

And if he said yes, he had a whole other slew of worries to think about. Firstly, Kurt was Senator Hummel's son. And though Senator Hummel was on the right side of Washington, it wasn't good for anyone in Washington to know where a person with his description was.

Burt Hummel struck him as a man that would want to meet his kid's boyfriend.

Next, getting closer to Kurt meant having to tell him at some point that he was a jumper. And sooner rather than later when an accidental jump occurs, or Hunter jumps around the house when he was over. Though Kurt was an advocate for complete freedom of those with the mutation, he can't know how he would react to having a jumper boyfriend.

Then there is the hiding from the RAHTS and their frequency meters deal. They were not many in the state of Ohio, but that is quickly changing all across the nation. What would happen when there were too many to even exist here as a jumper? It already pains him to even think of not being where Kurt is.

Cooper had warned him when he shared his plans for today.

"So you do that, and then what B? How is your relationship gonna work if you have to hide apart of yourself? Because in a world where the most prevalent prejudice is against teleporters, you DO NOT just go up to someone, whether they are the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen or not, and say 'I'm Blaine Anderson and I'm a jumper.'"

"But he's okay with jumpers." This was Blaine's only defense.

"Yeah, he's okay with jumpers in the abstract. But what will happen when he finds out you are one?" Cooper said. Blaine let out a sigh and Cooper continued.

"It all comes down to this, are you willing to risk our entire cover, basically our state of well being on the off chance that this guy accepts you, advocate or not?"

Blaine was silent. Cooper made sense and meant well. After all, it had only been three weeks, it's not like he can claim love.

But that's the thing. It's been three weeks, and he already feels so much. He feels for Kurt, right down to his bones, he feels that Kurt is worth it. So he nods his head. And he answers, "Yes, I really think... I really feel like I can trust him Cooper."

Cooper recalled his Nana telling him to trust Blaine, to trust his instincts. He'd always done that. And even though this goes against his better judgment, he'd do it now.

"I hope you know what you are doing squirt." He said. It was as good as any blessing.

And Blaine was off with a literal spring in his step. Which brought him to this point in time, his impending execution/deliverance; he has no clue which one it was yet. Or even which answer would bring about which outcome. He just knows that nothing will happen if he doesn't get out of this school fast.

He turned into the hallway leading outdoors and spotted a sight that must have been dragged from a nightmare of his.

Kurt.

Kurt in very real danger.

Kurt's beautiful face twisted in fright.

Kurt at the mercy of a fucking crazy person way down at the fucking end of this long ass corridor.

Blaine could always think logically in time of panic. He knew the only thing to do is jump at the moment. He knew it was the only way to get to Kurt on time. If he shouted after them, there's no telling what this psycho would do.

So he did just that.

Blaine disappeared from the end of the corridor and reappeared at the other end right at the side of the two struggling males.

"Blaine?" He heard Kurt breathe his name a little incredulously, and he knew then that Kurt had seen him jump. Well, this wasn't the way he planned on telling him, but that's all trashed now.

Peter took his eyes off of Kurt for a second when he heard the name and spat with as much contempt as he could muster at that moment. "How the hell did you get here?" Then he loosened his hold on Kurt to attempt to shove Blaine back. Blaine anticipated the move and threw his two hands out to shove hard at Peter's body.

He could never in a million years fathom what happened next.

His hands started emitting this blinding blue light that somehow must have caused a blast of energy. Because the next thing he knew, Peter was almost at the other end of the corridor, laying flat out on his back, out cold.

He looked at Kurt, whose eyes were saucers and jaw was almost to the floor and he knew his expression must mirror that as well. He knew Kurt must be at a greater loss than he is, having to deal with the fact that he's a jumper as well, but what the fuck was up with his hands? And more importantly (he looked down at his still glowing hands), how the fuck does he turn this thing off?