"The people that killed him, are actually looking... for you..."

Its 3am in the morning; Blaine was sure his clock was silently judging him with its steady stream of green light. He needed to sleep, every inch of his body knew this, yet he couldn't make himself relax, couldn't put his brain on mute for a couple hours. He sighed at his ceiling as he shifted to his side on his bed; Kurt's words sounded repeatedly in his head. Inciting more horror than he ever thought that sweet voice could. Setting in motion things that Blaine realized he wasn't privy to, until that moment.

They were looking for him.

Whoever they were was a major point of their speculation. But the fact is; murderers were looking for him.

Murderers.

Dr. Henri Clarington was one of the most brilliant minds of their generation. Renowned, respected, revered. Yet he went missing so long and no one raised any alarm. Blaine's dad had thought he went into seclusion to continue his research. At least that's what he told Blaine these past couple of years. And apparently all his friends had thought that as well, because it has happened often since they've known the doctor. But seclusion for two years? Still, they couldn't have known, any of them, that such a thing could happen to such a prominent figure especially.

After the four of them played connect the dots, it wasn't a stretch to figure that the people who took Coop and Blaine's Grandpa and Kurt's mom could very well be the same persons who killed Hunter's father. They could very well be the same people searching out jumpers across the country right now to put in holding facilities. It was a little farfetched he must admit, as they were looking at generations of involvement. But somehow, speculations or no, it seemed so likely. Also, it seemed frightening to think of the power they wielded in order to carry out an operation spanning so long.

Blaine was glad Kurt was there speculating away with them for a number of reasons.

First of all, they couldn't have made any of these links without him or they would have done so before this. Second of all, Kurt was there. He was there where he could see him and know that he was okay. With all the threats coming out the wood work he was going a bit frazzled at the edges, not to mention extremely reluctant to let Kurt go home that night; hesitant to let him go after he jumped with Kurt to the inside of Kurt's house. Happy that Kurt's dad was currently in Washington so they wouldn't have to be introduced to each other when Blaine was essentially scouting the man's home. Adamant on seeing everywhere so that he could jump there again with no problems concentrating the next time. In case of emergency...

Okay so Blaine knew he was being sort of paranoid, but can anyone really blame him?

He wasn't worrying so much about himself. Chances are, if these people came after him he could escape. And put up an amazing fight before the fact as well. He has been training since he knew how to swing. Conditioning, stealth, strength, focus. His Nana went all out in making sure both her grand children at least had the basics.

Hell, the place they live right now was outfitted with the type of gym necessary for training a jumper. He suspects it was his grandfather's once upon a time, though he pins the newer tech on Nana. Then in the months he and Cooper lived there, Cooper went a little crazy and upgraded down to the last bolt on the training room door.

So he wasn't completely helpless. Far from it. Probably very far if he took his new freaky hand thing into account (though he still doesn't know how the hell that worked). What Blaine was worrying about, were the ones he held dear. The ones who couldn't just jump to Timbuktu if they were in immediate danger. How would he protect them from the coming onslaught?

How could he prevent what happened to Dr. Clarington from happening ever again?

Guilt was plaguing Blaine's heart and mind like he never knew it could. He could barely look Hunter in the eyes, even after Hunter himself told him that none of this could possibly be his fault.

The fact of the matter was that Hunter lost his father, the world lost a brilliant mind, Kurt lost his mentor and him and Cooper lost a man that was like an uncle to them, because psychotic people were searching for him; for whatever reason.

It all boils down to him.

What bothered Blaine so much about this whole situation was the fact that Seb's dad had anything to do with any of this. For the past two years they had seen a dramatic about face in the mission statement of the RAHTS. It was understandable... And drastic, but knowing the man personally as he had for years of his childhood, drastic shouldn't surprise him. Still, was Seymour Smythe capable of taking out his own friend? And if the RAHTS were behind this, they didn't take his grandfather. They weren't even around at the time.

Something just didn't add up there.

With no way to move forward, the theory of who is after Blaine rested there for a moment. They flagged the conversation as be on the lookout for anything that fits their assumptions.

Or anything that doesn't.

Basically look out for anything at all at this point.

"They may not know what they are looking for yet Blaine. I really don't know for certain. But I'm guessing with about 90% surety that this is the research they are after", Kurt had said after they had exhausted the topic as much as they could. But Blaine didn't know if he was just trying to appease him at the time. He had the sinking feeling that these persons knew exactly what they were looking for, or exactly who would be more accurate.

Blaine shifted again on his bed. His mind filled with so many scenarios that sleeping wasn't really an option. He heard a knock on his door and then it flew open before he could even say come in.

"We can hear you thinking from our own rooms B." Cooper stated handing Blaine a cup of warm milk.

Hunter sipped from his own cup, sighed a little contentedly and then turned serious. "You need to sleep. We got school tomorrow. You need to be on top of your game so we can figure out what to do if that kid causes trouble."

Oh.

Yeah...

Peter. Yet another threat. Granted a small, annoying little shit of a threat, but a threat nonetheless.

"Don't worry about it." Blaine said. His voice sounded so small to him after all the internal screaming he did.

"Wait, what do you mean?" Hunter asked, confused.

Blaine's cheek lifted into a little half smile. "Kurt says he's got a plan."

Peter didn't know what the fuck was going on with his head.

He was sure he was talking to Kurt yesterday. Pretty sure as a matter of fact, but all he remembers is trying to make Kurt understand, a flash of weird blue light and then after what seemed like more than a little while, the sounds of hushed hurried voices. He could have sworn he saw the hobbit that hangs around Kurt as well. It was like he fucking appeared out of mid air... with... umm... Glowing hands???

Yep...

If it sounded bat shit crazy inside his head, imagine saying it out loud.

All he really knows is that he woke up to find himself in a classroom, a huge bump on his head, alone in school after hours. And something just didn't add up. How did he get from the hall to the classroom? Where the hell was Kurt? Why did his head hurt like a bitch? What the fuck was that glowing light?

He looked up from his locker, and turned his eyes straight down the corridor. It was like he could sense when Kurt was near. That and the fact that Kurt was usually like clockwork in his movements. He watched Kurt step through the hallway, so sure of himself, full of the confidence and drive and the ambition he was so attracted to.

Peter knew Kurt was going places.

It was in his genes, in his blood. Kurt's father became a senator in spite of starting out as a lowly mechanic. And he passed that kind of determination on to his son. Kurt was either going to become something in politics, medicine, entertainment, or fashion. It didn't matter which avenue he took, Kurt would excel. And any one of those ways would grant Peter a successful powerful husband; He couldn't lose. Peter himself was on his way to something big, he just doesn't know what yet. And he figured if he snagged Kurt he wouldn't even have to think about doing anything. He just had to look pretty and be supportive. And boy did he look pretty; a trophy husband in every sense. Kurt would have come around eventually and nothing would have stood in his way. Except for this stray Kurt decided to pick up. This stray with... unusual powers? He tried to think hard through his flashes of memory, but he could hear his mind scoff at the ridiculousness of it all; though he still doesn't know what to think yet.

What really did happen in that godforsaken hallway? Every time he tried to actually think about it, his head began to throb and spin and he felt dizzy, like he was tipsy or something.

Peter shook his head to clear the cobwebs. He continued to watch Kurt carefully and witnessed 'the hobbit' coming out of a classroom to take Kurt's hand in his. Kurt's completely joyous smile at the action really hurt to look at. This little boy didn't deserve Kurt. He wasn't as beautiful, or strong, or charismatic as Peter. What the hell was Kurt even doing with him? The more Peter watched them, the more infuriated he became and the surer he was that the stray did do something... Something he'd like to keep a secret, Peter bets. He doesn't know what it was, but he knows how to bluff and he just got a brilliant idea to help him towards getting what he wants; which is, the hobbit out of the picture and Kurt back into his arms, right where he belongs. He smirked and marched over to the disgustingly happy couple.

"Hello Kurt... Hobbit." Peter was smirking as he said the name out loud.

Kurt imperceptibly held on a little tighter to Blaine. What the hell was Peter even doing? Poor guy doesn't know that Blaine could crush him with absolutely no effort on his part, hobbit or no.

"I think us three have some talking to do, I strongly suggest you both meet me in the court yard at lunch time, or else... I really won't be responsible for what I will tell people."

Peter's subtle threat hung in the air as he looked at the Hobbit's death stare. Oh yes definitely something to hide, something juicy. This will be fun.

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, looked at Peter and smirked. Showtime.

"What exactly are we gonna talk about Peter?" Kurt said just a tad too loud.

Blaine looked at Kurt like he was mad. He trusts Kurt, no doubt. Fully. It scares him just how much he trusts in such a short while. When Kurt said he had a plan, he didn't even need to hear the length of it. But what was this?

Peter was a bit taken aback. He was sure he would have them with their proverbial tails between their legs. But no, he knows that look Kurt has in his eye. This was a challenge. One he didn't feel ready for. After all, he was just riding a bluff to see where it leads. What if he had seriously miscalculated? Then he looked at the stray's expression. Was that... Was it confusion? It looked like it. Maybe he should see where this goes. He turned back to Kurt.

"Are you sure you wanna do this here Kurt? Aren't you scared of what people might say about your little stray?"

"Listen, you little creep..." Blaine started, but Kurt squeezed his hand and gave him a look Peter couldn't quite decipher. Blaine quieted immediately and there was even a half smile on his face. Peter was starting to get really apprehensive. He did not like this.

"What about my stray Peter? The last time I checked, whatever I did was none of your damn business. Or anybody else's for that matter." Kurt said loudly, gathering growing attention from the students in the halls.

Peter's eyebrows almost hit his hairline. He knew Kurt could be snarky. He enjoyed watching him doing it as a matter of fact. But at no point, even post break up, had he ever thought the snark would be directed towards him. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...

Santana just managed to inch out of her class; the commotion had been too hard to ignore. Fuck. She was having a great day til now. She quickly sent out a mass text to the others and headed straight for the crowd gathering around Kurt and Peter.

She was tired of this Peter shit. Sick and tired.

This idiot needs to back the fuck off. Before she draws for the razor blades in her hair. Kurt was happier than any of them has seen him since his mom died. This Blaine guy was great for him, made him smile like nothing else did. This fool was not going to ruin that, not on her watch. She walked straight up behind Kurt and Blaine and got her scowl on.

Blaine looked over at her and smiled fully. This just got fun. He had to bear a grueling interrogation from Santana while David and Chandler stared him down the first time he met Kurt's friends. He understood that they were protective of their friend but now he understands why; this creep was psycho. After dealing with this, he'd be surprised if they weren't wary of the next person Kurt dated.

Peter zeroed in on the movement and shifted in the same spot nervously. If Santana was here, then the rest weren't far and Peter should have known a hallway confrontation was a fucking BAD IDEA. The bump on his head is screwing with his normally impeccable judgment.

"Oh come on Kurt, you know what I am talking about." He hears himself say.

Yep.

The bump on his head has taken over his brain to mouth filter, he's sure of it. Kurt's eyebrows went into a perfect arch and he knew he was in trouble.

"No I don't know what you are talking about, Peter." Kurt said his name in a simpering patronizing voice. "Why don't you enlighten me? Because contrary to popular belief, I do not read minds." Kurt slowly folded his arms.

Peter gulped and then began to sputter. He didn't know anything for sure. And he knows he can't make unfounded accusations; he had no evidence of anything, and Kurt would tear him apart for his lack of a case, though he seems to be managing it either way. He knows something is up though, he knows there is something there. He also knows Kurt Hummel, or thought he did. But he couldn't read him now and that scared him more than the threat of nuclear annihilation on a global scale. There was no bomb shelter for Kurt's words. And he couldn't just get his mouth to stop sputtering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." Kurt said over his sputtering. "Peter, I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you intruding on my life." Kurt sighed. "I would've loved to have been able to talk with you and resolve things between us amicably, just appeal to your better nature. But that plan rested on the chance of you even having a better nature to begin with." Kurt's glare could be seen from Pluto.

"We couldn't work because you're a conniving twit and I'm so glad I found that out before anything could develop properly between us. So I'm very sorry you're hurt," Kurt said, not looking at all sorry, "and that it's apparently bothering you that we aren't together and that I've got someone new," Kurt reached back for Blaine's hand at this moment. The whole hallway of students was entranced by the mini lecture Peter was getting.

"But you cannot go around making ill-informed threats. Because Peter, that shit will get you more than a bump on the head. So drop the schemes you have in that thick skull of yours, now. I'm just trying to save you the trouble of looking like an idiot in front of tons of people. Kinda like the way you look now."

Peter's jaw was somewhere in the vicinity of the floor, or you know, half way to the earth's core. Kurt glanced around and saw that the whole gang was behind him. Hunter managed to look in awe, proud and slightly scared all at the same time. Santana had the smirk to end all smirks on her face while she hooked her pinkie with Brit who was looking at the scene with rapt interest. Tina's glare for Peter was so scathing that her eyes were slits on her face. Dave arms were crossed and he was staring daggers at the boy. Chandler had his arm resting on Dave's, ready to hold him back any second.

But the expression that had him the most was Blaine's. His face was calm. No strains at all. You'd think all was fine if it weren't for the intensity in his eyes. Kurt was about to look away when he saw a quick, barely there blue-white flash streak through Blaine's dark hazel eyes. He quickly schooled his face so that it showed no panic and hoped Peter didn't see that. Then he thought, even if Peter did, he could just convince him that he was actually going crazy. Never underestimate Kurt Hummel.

Kurt shifted to turn, Blaine's hand still in his and said "goodbye Peter." He walked away with his friends behind him, leaving Peter to pull up his jaw, which was surely half way to the other side of the world by now, surrounded by students gaping at the whole episode.

Sebastian sat down with a sigh at his desk. This wasn't a good day. As a matter of fact, he doesn't think he's had a good day in two years, but this was worst than most. The truth is; Sebastian's worried, about everything.

When his father first wanted to continue the work his mom diligently did all her life, he was surprised. In awe to be exact. His father never deterred his mom from doing what she wanted, but he never expressed an interest in the work she did, other than to moan that he didn't know why she was so invested. He gave her all his resources, anything she needed to achieve her goals, she just had to ask and he would grant it. Sebastian knows that he only did it because it would make her happy, and he liked her happy. So naturally, he thought this was a result of his father knowing that continuing her work would've made his mom happy.

However, it didn't look or feel that way. What it looks is that his father was slowly turning his mom's work into something he didn't recognize. Into something she wouldn't recognize.

When his mom died, he was hurt. He's still hurt. He understands why his father would go off the damn deep end; if he knows nothing else, he knows that his father loves his mom. But this deep? This is an about face to all that his mom stood for. Regardless of the circumstances surrounding her death, she would not stand for this. He knows she wouldn't.

His mom was caring and loving, nurturing to a fault. She built these walls of safety for the mentally ill, especially the mentally ill and the supernaturally inclined. "Not everyone can be helped," She once told him, "but try to help everyone you can Sebby."

Sebastian sighed heavily. That particular memory has been hounding him since his father started this... this... the only word that fit was crusade. A crusade against jumpers. After the years his mom spent of her life trying to protect them. He couldn't explain it to himself. Couldn't understand why he had to leave all the people he's ever known. His best friends, people who were more like family than anything else. But now he thinks he does. Everyone would have questioned this direction. He bets his inheritance that they are questioning it now. Except his father doesn't have to hear it, since he cut them all off and forced him to do the same.

He wonders if Hunter and Blaine are still in California. He knows Blaine father is now a fixture in the media with a senator named Hummel, hard proof that he would have retained his inheritance. They were basically battling against what his father should be against as well, for all intents and purposes. But by some twisted way, his father looked to be spear heading the indignity.

This is what Sebastian couldn't comprehend. He understood that his father wasn't rational at first. No one expected that of him. He did expect the madness to end at some point though. It was not to be so. There were people coming in and out of headquarters than he doesn't know from Adam. And that bothered Sebastian, because he knew all of his mom's staff since he was knee high. Strange unsavory looking individuals that literally made his skin crawl.

There is this one particular guy who was always staring creepily at him. His brown, almost black eyes penetrating, like an x-ray machine. He was the one who made Sebastian's life hell today. He used to occasionally see him around. Here and there. The creep factor so high he wondered if he was the only one who saw it. But then today the creeper asked him questions. Questions about his childhood. Questions about his friends. Looking for... well he doesn't know what yet, but he sure as hell will find out. Then he was told by the creeper that his father expects him to answer openly and honestly. So what, did his father order this shake down of his son? And why the hell would they want to know about Blaine and Hunter? What have they got to do with anything? He hasn't seen his best friends in two years; all this did was remind him of that fact. He had no ways of contacting them and his father was watching his movements like a hawk to make sure there wasn't even an attempt.

What was his life? What had it turn into? What had his father turned into? What had his mother's life's work tuned into? And the most important question of all; how exactly is he going to fix everything?

In a dark room, which existence is known by very few, deep brown, almost black eyes watch several monitors at once. One monitor was open to a young boy of 18 years sitting at his desk somewhere in the same building. Another was watching the young boy's father, who was in his study with a glass of bourbon and a heavy brow. One in the top right corner displayed five newcomers being led into the facility; maybe one of them will have what he needs. The bottom right feed showed a loop of an older man, with distinct eyebrows and notable curls, morphing into a younger 40 something version; a face that has been reoccurring in the media the last few months, which then morphs into a sketch of a face.

The youngest face of the three, maybe with the same eyebrows and hair; they couldn't say for sure. Could that be the face they were looking for? How come there was no picture record of this kid? According to the records he has, the oldest had shown the potential, though further tests could not unlock the potential and the subject died under scrutiny. The younger did not exhibit any traits, which is customary for this gene. But what about the youngest; is he even a jumper? His guess is that the boy wouldn't have fled if he weren't; his guesses are always spot on.

Bottom left was dedicated to the tally of the amount of people the facility now housed and the top left had a vast map showing frequency meters across the country, and the charts outlining which cities are in line to be outfitted with the technology.

He was getting frustrated. For all the state of the art equipment in his possession, he still feels nowhere closer to his goal. So many variables he has to consider. So many dead ends that have to be examined with laser point precision, just to make absolutely sure that they were indeed, dead ends. So many potential needles in a warehouse full of bobby pins.

If that damn doctor had just handed over the research like a good pawn, his search would be less widespread, and the doctor would have died a quicker, less painful death. Though he enjoyed every minute of the torture, it didn't get him the information he was seeking. But no matter. He will get what he wants, even if he has to comb the whole country, the whole damn world, he will find it.

This is his destiny and he must fulfill it.