It's been three days and Kurt still can't pinpoint something specific to help him decipher this mystery. This was simply unheard of, blasphemous even.

Or so Hunter tells him. But Hunter is a special case unto himself when it comes on to anything logical.

He was right though; normally Kurt would have something by now. Or would at least be 70% of the way there.

He just can't for the life of him figure out how the hell he could practically call Blaine to his side just by really needing him. As if sharing emotions wasn't eyebrow raising enough? Nope. Here comes wishing him to be there, and poof, he's there. Literally out of his thoughts and onto his floor.

Kurt was combing Blaine's DNA in the lab but it only showed much of the same.

Jumper gene? Check.

Mutation 2.0 on the jumper gene? Check.

Nothing that suggests an alteration of the will of a person, or of the mind of a person. Nothing to suggest any way a person could control another through this process. Nothing at all to explain how Blaine became so attuned to Kurt's wants.

Nothing.

At least nothing he didn't already know.

Kurt was starting to wear thin; his mind was shot, his hair was sticking up in disarray from one too many runs of his fingers, there's a stain on his shirt that he suspects is coffee; but he doesn't know for sure, and his eyes are blurred from staring at his computer screen for scary amounts of time.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a couple seconds; he just needs a few seconds reprieve. He's confident in his abilities to find something, even though he's found nothing yet. He just had to find something. Just then the amazing smell of coffee filled the room and he opened his eyes to Blaine standing over him with two cups of what must be nectar from the gods.

"I hope you know both of those are mine." Kurt says tiredly.

Blaine chuckled and put down the cups. "You're working too hard smarty pants. It's been hours; you're taking a mandatory break and I want to hear no complaints about it."

Kurt wanted to protest but his body was agreeing whole heartedly with Blaine at the moment. So he nodded, accepted one of the mugs and relaxed a bit in his chair. Blaine put down the other mug and walked to the back of Kurt's chair.

"That's it", he said, as he started using his hands to knead some of the tension from Kurt's shoulders. Kurt groaned and slipped his eyes closed. "Just relax", he heard Blaine's soothing voice compelling him to obey. And he did just that. He sank down a bit more and got more comfortable.

Soon Blaine's hands wandered further down to Kurt's arms and slowly spilled onto his chest and torso. Kurt groaned appreciatively and simply gave into the exhilaration he always felt when Blaine's hands touched his skin. Blaine's fingers danced at the top of his waist line and everything below it began to sit up and take notice. "What are you doing?" Kurt asked sleepily, contently.

"I'm just gonna make you feel good." Blaine whispered in his ear. "Just want you to relax and forget everything but what I'm doing to you right now." His hands wandered further, unbuckling Kurt's belt and unzipping his pants.

And Kurt could definitely get on board with this. Hell if he were to go by his dick, he was already on board.

Blaine shifted from the back of Kurt's chair to the front and moved between his legs; eyes catching Kurt's gaze and keeping it the whole time. He made to pull down Kurt's pants prompting Kurt to rise up a bit in the chair to make it easier. Blaine looked down only to pull Kurt's pants down and off. But then his eyes were back on his, a spark deep within them that Kurt couldn't fathom at the moment; his brain was on anticipatory overload. Blaine knelt down in the middle of the V between Kurt's thighs; he then lifted each of Kurt's legs slowly, putting one and then the other on his shoulders.

Kurt didn't think this was helping with relaxing at all, just the opposite; he felt like he was about to lose his goddamn mind if Blaine didn't touch him in the next second. And praise be to all the deities, he didn't have to beg; because Blaine knew what he wanted, Blaine always seems to know what he wants lately. Right now that was his hand grasping Kurt's dick, his tongue giving a tentative little lick right at the head, his eyes still boring a hole through Kurt's with the low burning fire Kurt couldn't ignore.

Blaine forced a groan through Kurt by taking in ¾ of his dick in one fell swoop, bobbing for a little time, then closing his eyes and going for broke. Kurt felt his legs spasm as Blaine's lips sunk down, down, further than he thought possible. The sight alone made everything in his body burn. His eyes squeezed shut, his muscles tightened, his hands gripped the chair handles in a white knuckled embrace. Just when he felt like his skin was going to burn off his body, he felt Blaine's pointer finger catch on the rim of his core and this, this should be it for him; he wasn't gonna survive all that he was feeling.

It was then that he realized he was feeling both of their pleasure. Blaine was turned on as fuck by doing this to him, and he was long gone from what Blaine was doing; it was the ultimate give and take. Of course he has been experiencing this in increasing intensity lately but he never thought anything could feel this powerful, this deep.

His eyes flew open, ready to tell Blaine how fucking awesome this felt, how amazing it is to share this with him, when the sight that met him stopped his declarations in their tracks and had him mesmerized. Blaine's eyes weren't the deep hazel green, with the slow burning visceral fire that was the norm, his eyes were a brilliant white blue, blazing light throughout the lab. His body was surrounded by this light, an iridescent aura; and he looked beautiful, angelic. He looked to the side at the reflective glass in the lab and was shocked to see that this aura not only surrounded Blaine, it surrounded him, covering every inch. And his clear baby blues were now a glowing bright blue-white...

Kurt jerked awake frantically, startled and almost hitting the top of his head on his computer screen.

"Hey." Blaine soothed his hands on Kurt's shoulder in a bid to calm him. "You fell asleep smarty pants; guess my instinct for thinking you needed coffee was right." Kurt took in the two steaming mugs on his work table and the fact that he was not half naked and trembling, his pants we not open and Blaine was not between his legs. He could feel the disappointment even through his sleepy haze.

"As I was coming in though I felt like something was happening that shouldn't be happening without me here," Blaine chuckled. And it was true. While in the kitchen a wave of arousal that was certainly not his own (because the last time he checked heating pizza in the microwave wasn't one of his kinks) washed through him. And then there was the inkling to find Kurt and maybe bring him coffee.

"But then I find you sleeping." Blaine continued. "You're stretching yourself thin Kurt. Maybe we should call it a day?" Blaine looked at the time on Kurt's computer and saw 3am. "Or an early morning would be more accurate. Come on, let's go."

He took Kurt's hand and Kurt let himself be led. In truth his head was a strange place at the moment. He was at the hazy middle ground between confusion and realization. Could it really be that simple? Could there really be a direct correlation between the progression of their sexual relationship and the freaky connection they've got going? Well shit. This was his new research question, and he's planning on doing a fuck load of research. A fuck load of research that just might have him retiring the trusty purple dildo Santana got him for his sweet sixteen.

It's Friday. The end of the school week. Almost the end of the week entirely, and Kurt is wondering just who he'd have to kill to get some quality time with his boyfriend. And maybe this was not the best thing to be thinking about in his Geography class, but no sane person could blame him. His plan of "research" has failed miserably in the face of one thing, after another, after another happening around them. Things that absolutely demanded their attentions and were important in their own rights; therefore, they were things he couldn't just say fuck it and avoid.

Damn it.

Ordeal number one; Hunter and Tina's rollercoaster of a "we're into each other/ we're not into each other/ I think we might be just friends/ what the actual fuck?" saga. This had been building and mounting for a while, but the fact that they chose Kurt's "research" week to have an epic showdown is making him feel that he's just about to lose his mind with the two of them. He'd leave them to work out their own shit, if Tina wasn't one of the sweetest persons he could call friend and Hunter wasn't the most lovable goofball he knew. So while on the three-way call from hell with both of them, he suggested they just try one date and see how it goes. And after one date that same evening where they find out that though an attraction was definitely there, a spark wasn't, they became inseparable besties by the end of the week. Seriously. Blaine was beginning to pout that Hunter was his first.

But then Kurt was thinking since that was over, his friends were handling their lives and it was still Sunday, he would be able to get back to his plan for the rest of the week, right?

Wrong.

Here comes ordeal number two; His friends finding out about Blaine and Hunter were jumpers. He knew they'd be cool, there was no doubt his mind. Mike's little brother had been one and they all loved him. Although when the Changs saw the beginning of political unrest, they left the country before it became criminal to possess the gene. And though he trusted his circle of friends completely, the more people know, the more likely it was that it could get out, just accidentally. This was his reason for not telling them sooner. However, when he totally forgot that group movie night switched from Saturday to Sunday this week, (because Brittany had gone out of town with her parents) and that it was his turn to host, his friends found out in the most explicit way.

There Kurt was, Blaine pinned underneath him, his tongue marking a path over Blaine's toned chest. He was well on his way to knowing once and for all how their physical intimacy affected their mind link, but more importantly, he was well on his way to coming from the little noises his boyfriend was making beneath him. Blaine was so fucking hot; he couldn't believe this was his. So he forgave himself for not hearing his front door open, and footsteps coming upstairs toward his room because umm, well... did he mention his boyfriend was hot?

Then Santana opened the door in the middle of her sentence to Dave and the middle of Kurt's mission. And Blaine jumped, not simply in reaction to being frightened, but actually disappeared from under Kurt's body, right before Dave and Santana's eyes. Kurt later found out that he appeared in the living room half naked right in front of the others. Chandler gave him a high five when he came downstairs to find Blaine attempting to cover his chest from the impressed stares of his friends.

Well that was an entirely thorough way of letting them know.

After extensive explanations, expressed imploring to not let anyone find out about this, Tina griping that Hunter didn't tell her, and Santana exclaiming that she knew the name John didn't exactly fit, (to which he replied "I know right!?") his friends didn't make it an issue at all, just as he knew they wouldn't. And he just hoped they could all keep it under wraps for as long as they could. He couldn't even think of the consequences otherwise.

So he foolishly thought that after such a tumultuous start to the week, the excitement would fizzle and he'd get time with his boyfriend finally.

Not a chance. And at this point he shouldn't be surprised.

Ordeal number three; His father chose Monday evening to come home for a week and wanting to spend every waking moment with his son. Now, don't get Kurt wrong; he loved his father more than anything you could possibly dream of. His dad was the best father he could have asked for. When his mom was taken away and they were both broken, his dad became his rock, the foundation he could count on to always be there even when he was physically miles away. However it sucked that he chose this week to come home from Washington. This week, when Kurt's head is full of 20 different ways to get Blaine to bed.

And Blaine, the awesome boyfriend that he is, relented the time to Kurt's dad, refraining from jumping into Kurt's room and whisking him away for hours even though he could feel the sexual frustration Kurt was emitting in potent waves looped back with his own.

But wait, just when he thought these would be the only things he'd have to find his way around, in waltzes another issue all together.

Ordeal number four comes in the form of three strangers showing up out of nowhere bright and early on Tuesday of this most atrocious week. Two of them transferring in the middle of the school year to McKinley. You know the school that does little to no gene background checks? Yeah that school. Naturally this raised some red flags, to say the least, with the part of his band of misfits that know what to look for.

There was a boy and a girl that were blonde, gorgeous and looked really similar, (twins? Siblings at the very least.) and an older girl, who was just as beautiful,with the same golden locks, that dropped them off in the mornings. To any regular law abiding citizen, they looked like perfectly normal kids, getting a ride maybe from a big sister, or an aunt, keeping to themselves essentially because they are in a new environment and didn't know anyone else. Right? Right. A few months ago, Kurt wouldn't have given them a second thought beyond hoping that it wasn't something really tragic that caused them to transfer mid school year, and be among the few that would actually say 'hi' to them at some point. But a few months ago, Kurt had only scratched the surface of the jumper hiding game, his only knowledge being what he got from his father's findings. A few months ago, Kurt didn't have Blaine, didn't witness him trying so hard to hide a part of himself yet. Couldn't be able to pick out the hunch of his shoulders when he was in school, as if trying to keep his head down, and not be too noticeable as opposed to the relaxed, confident-in-his-own-skin Blaine he knew. He wouldn't have known what it looked like if he didn't see it firsthand, could have easily mistaken it for something else.

And then his fears were confirmed only two days after he saw them for the first time. He and Blaine were in the halls waiting for Hunter to put his books away so they could leave when they saw the newest additions to the school practically hustling to be out of school as quickly as possible. Hunched in on themselves and warily looking at the hubbub around them, the duo looked sort of cagey, again only to the trained eye. The girl looked back, gaze lingering on them for a moment, then turned her head and hurried off with the boy. Apparently they had all stopped to watch the duo because Blaine said "I know this may sound crazy but I feel this aura coming from both of them like, a tangible aura."

"There's almost nothing that would surprise me anymore about anything B." Kurt stated.

Hunter then said "yeah if at least one of those two isn't a jumper, I'll eat my hat."

Blaine had torn his eyes away from their retreating backs to inform Hunter that he wore Blaine's hats since Hunter owns none that he wears on a regular basis and there was to be no eating of any kind involved with his hats. Then Blaine and Hunter dissolved into bickering like the old married couple they were, which left Kurt to think.

They should really help these guys however they could. After all, they were all just trying to live as good a life as they possibly can within a world that despises who they were, discriminates against something they have no control over. It's only right that they band together, right? Right.

But what was the best way to approach persons running for their lives to tell them that you might know that they were running for their lives and you might know why without them immediately running in the other direction, again, for their lives?

His Geography teacher took the task of finding a way to approach them (at least in a friendly manner) out of his hands on this the final school day of his hellacious week. "Kurt could you kindly help Mr. and Ms. Geller get better acquainted with the material we've covered so far?"

"That would be no problem." Kurt piped up, prompting the two fellow students to look at him. The guy looked at him determinedly, his face passive. The girl looked at him skeptically, like she wasn't sure what Kurt could teach her about Geo. He couldn't be happier; it was a way in at least. He got up from his seat and went over with his hand out to introduce himself.

"Hello, my name is Kurt Hummel. What's yours?"

If Kurt wasn't sure that one or both of them were jumpers, he would be sure when he said his last name. The guy's eyebrows disappeared into his hair for a second before he schooled the reaction and the girl's eyes widened just that bit more.

"I'm Sara." She stated. And then it was the guy's eyes that widened as he turned to look at the girl- Sara. She looked back to him, nodded and then continued, "this is my brother Kevin."

"It's nice to meet you." Kevin said, his voice quiet and strong.

And Kurt is intrigued beyond measure at this point; because he was pretty sure his teacher introduced them as Mary and Joseph Geller.What was with Jumpers and Bible names?Kurt didn't ask this question though; he posed one that had a little more weight to it.

"Can you tell me why you just revealed your real names to me?" Kurt asked, almost mumbling the words to not be overheard.

"For the same reason that you just asked that specific question. The fact that your inquiry wasn't 'wait, didn't the teacher call you Mary and Joseph?' speaks volumes." Sara declared very matter-of-factly.

And Kurt was beginning to feel like he was missing a pretty big part of the picture here. He quickly came up with a plan.

"Okay, why don't you two meet me under the bleachers after your last classes today? Would that be okay?"

Kevin nodded as Sara said "cool."

"Good." Kurt said. "Now let's talk Geography."

Kurt gathered Blaine and Hunter on the bleachers and relayed his tenuous meeting plans with the mysterious duo.

"I know." Blaine said. And Hunter raised his eyebrow at Blaine.

"How do you just know?" He said incredulously.

"I could feel strong apprehension and trepidation coming from him, like he didn't know how something would go. It's been in the back of my mind since Italian class, which is your Geography class, right Smarty pants? However, now that I know exactly what happened the feeling fit better." Blaine's small smile turned into a grin at Kurt's little smirk of awe.

"I'm never gonna get over this 'I know you inside out' deal. It's unbelievable" Hunter shook his head. "But, wait. They agreed to meet us?" Hunter was puzzled. "On a serious note Kurt, if I didn't know Blaine and Cooper since I was yea high, I would have never agreed to meet them about something like this. I mean, what even made them sure we were friendly?"

Kurt had asked himself these questions already; what made the siblings trust Kurt almost right away? Their world sadly has become a dangerous place. Even indicating that you might be a jumper will get you uprooted from your friends and family, never to be heard from again. But then it occurred to Kurt that they were already uprooted; that's the reason they were at McKinley in the first place. And really, he just wanted to help in any way he could. Maybe they sensed that somehow? He couldn't say until they talked.

"They agreed to meet me, actually. Not us. I wouldn't dare reveal you if you didn't want to be." Kurt looked at Blaine and Hunter earnestly. "Would you guys help?"

Hunter scoffed. "I know you're just asking for my sake because Blaine is down with anything you say; he so whipped."

Kurt chuckled as Blaine said "Hey, I resent that! My boyfriend just happens to be right about things 99.99% of the time." Kurt gave him a little kiss on his cheek. "And I get rewards like that! I regret nothing!" Blaine chimed.

Kurt full out laughed at Blaine's antics, before he recovered and said "Okay it's all set they'll be here in a few minutes; let's hope they don't immediately run away when they spot you two."

"Oh come on! We aren't that bad." Hunter joked. He then glanced at Blaine and Blaine looked back.

"We totally are." Blaine said with a resigned sigh.

Just then, Blaine felt a jolt of power on his right and he turned immediately towards it.

A lot of weird shit has happened to Blaine. He'll admit that. Even without the being 'able to know the emotional state of your boyfriend from miles away' deal and the whole 'hands are actually energy weapons' deal, his life has still been weird as hell. But this, this feeling topped them all. And he's aware that Kurt could feel it too.

"Blaine... What?" Kurt couldn't even articulate it properly and neither could he.

The twins were coming towards them. And he definitely knows they are twins somehow, and not just brother and sister. And Blaine could feel this aura around them; He could actually see this tether that bound them together. He could see the energy as well as feel it.

He should stop being surprised when weird shit happens, he really should.

"Just to make sure," Blaine said tentatively, "Smarty pants, can you feel that?"

"Yeah." Kurt said almost breathless, just as overcome as Blaine is.

The duo reached the waiting trio at that point.

"Whoa. You're even more powerful than I ever imagined." The girl spoke confidently as the guy eyed everyone critically. She was looking straight at Blaine unashamed and self assured. Blaine saw Hunter move a step toward her involuntarily, with the most peculiar look on his face that he couldn't quite decipher. The girl turned to Hunter and smiled warmly, openly; her face lit up and utterly beautiful.

"Hey." She said. "I've been waiting foryoua long time. Well maybe just a couple of months, but still."

Kurt's eyebrows reached his hairline and Blaine could confirm that his disappeared into his hair from the first line out of this girl's mouth. Hunter however, had this dopey smile on his face. A smile Blaine had only seen once; when they were six and Hunter got a sketch pad and charcoal pencils for the first time. He remembered thinking how happy Hunter looked.

The boy cleared his throat and brought his sister and Hunter out of a gooey eyed stare down that certainly put a smirk on Kurt's face.

"I'm Kevin and the 'totally engrossed with her soulmate' person on my right is my twin Sara."

"Umm... Did you say soulmate?" Blaine didn't think Kurt's eyes could get any wider, but they did as he asked that question.

"Yes." Kevin said matter-of-factly. Blaine saw Kevin look closely at their confused faces, then he saw something like recognition come into his eyes.

"You don't know, do you?" He said, "We have much to discuss indeed."

Blaine thought this was the understatement of the year.