A/N One of my favorite authors is Lynsay Sands, who writes the Argeneau/Rogue Hunters series, a rather unique series filled with lots of humor. I always thought Kurt's porcelain skin would fit right in with the Argeneaus.

If you aren't familiar with the Argeneau series, don't worry, I'll explain the premise through out the story, so you don't have to go read the books if you don't want to, but I promise you won't be disappointed if you do read the books.

This is my first attempt at a crossover, so be nice to me!

Reviews are like chocolate, I crave it more than anything.

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A Chance Encounter

Oh, crap! This could not be happening! He was only sixteen! What was he going to tell his Dad? He tried to tell himself to calm down, that maybe he was over reacting, maybe it was just a misunderstanding. He'd made a mistake. He should call his Dad and ask him what he should do, but he didn't want to bother the elder Hummel with this.

Burt had just found Carole, hadn't even told her about them yet. He didn't want to put even more pressure on him. But he needed to speak to someone. And suddenly he knew exactly who he could talk with. He just wondered if she actually remembered him. He'd heard stories about her from his mother, of course, but he hadn't actually met her until just a few months ago, and she'd been a bit distracted then, having just gotten remarried herself, and planning the wedding of her son, Christian, and looking after the step daughter of her niece, Jeanne Louise, while the younger woman was on her honeymoon.

He pulled out his cell phone, thankful that he'd spent the extra money for the international calling plan. He found the Toronto listing in his contacts, and hit send. The call was picked up on the third ring, the oddly accented voice soothing him before he even spoke a word.

"Hello?"

"Aunt Marguerite? I'm not sure you remember me, we met a few months ago, but I-"

"Kurt? Darling, it's so wonderful to hear from you! How is your father, Dear?" He could feel the woman's genuine concern for his father, and her natural motherly warmth even through the phone, and he smiled.

"Dad is fine. He's planning on telling Carole this week sometime."

"That's great! I know she'll handle the news well. I'm so happy he found her. I loved your mother very much, and I know she would be happy for him as well, and for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Marguerite. I'm happy for him, too. But he's already stressed out about telling her, and I don't want to bother him with anything right now, which is why I am calling you. I think I might have a problem."

"Oh? What is it, sweetheart?"

He cleared his throat, his thoughts all jumbled up as he tried to figure out how to put this. "I-I met a boy..."

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Some days he wondered why he even bothered. He tried his best to pretend that he was just an average, everyday teenager, despite the fact that he was anything but ordinary. He knew there were parts of himself he could never share with anyone at William McKinley High School, not even his closest friends. Oh, they knew the obvious things of course, his love of fashion, Gaga, Vogue, and Broadway. They knew he had an amazing singing voice and he could dance like nobody's business. And they all knew he was gay.

That was part of the problem. They ALL knew he was gay, and many of the students here didn't appreciate that. Of course, if they knew everything about him, they'd probably hate him even more, but he'd been able to keep some things a secret.

He wished he could at least tell Mercedes, his best friend. She'd been very understanding when he'd told her he was gay a year ago, and he was pretty sure she'd be just as understanding about his...other...condition.

Of course there was no way he could tell the rest of the Glee kids. Finn would probably eventually learn about it from his mom, Carole, in like, ten years or so, when he learned not to blab his mouth off to everyone else. As for the rest of them, well, Tina would love to learn that her whole goth style was validated, Brittany wouldn't even notice, Santana would probably find some way to make it sound lewd and disgusting, same with Puck. And he just didn't trust the others well enough to keep their traps shut.

So he'd keep pretending to be just your ordinary gay kid in small town Ohio trying to survive high school. He'd pretend and pretend and pretend, and convince himself it was excellent practice for when he became a famous Broadway performer in New York.

He pretended so well that when the other Glee boys got tired of listening to his suggestions and told him to go do something useful, like spying on the competition for Sectionals, he didn't even try and change their minds. He knew he could do it, but why bother?

And that was how he found himself strolling the halls of the prestigious Dalton Academy, wandering around, looking for the choir room. He wasn't worried about getting caught. Because Kurt Elizabeth Argeneau Hummel was not your average, everyday teenager.

As he had entered the building, the receptionist had spotted him and had kindly asked him if she could help him. He'd merely smiled at her, and willed her to forget she'd ever seen him. She had looked blank for a moment, and then looked back down at the letter she had been typing up, completely ignoring the auburn haired boy.

Smiling to himself, he let out a soft, self content sigh, feeling more like himself than he'd felt in a long time. He'd wandered through the beautiful building, admiring the architecture and decor. If anyone spotted him, they quickly forgot about the pale young man.

He was relishing the freedom to finally be completely himself, at least for a short while, and hadn't really been paying attention to where he was going. He had no idea where the choir room was. As classes let out and the stairway he was on was suddenly filled with students, he decided he would just take the information from one of the boys passing him on the stairs.

The boys were moving so fast, though, it was hard to focus on one long enough to search their minds for the information he needed. He was going to have to stop one of them for a moment, then make the boy forget he was even there. He spotted a head of overly gelled hair, and decided the boy would do as well as any other.

"Excuse me?"

The boy stopped and turned to face him, and the first thing Kurt thought was warm honey as he looked into the boy's hazel eyes. The boy smiled softly at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Um, hi. Can I ask you a question? I'm new here." He asked, just to distract the boy while he tried to find the information he needed in the boy's mind, but was distracted himself when the other boy spoke.

"I'm Blaine." The boy held his hand out for him to shake.

"Kurt," He replied, startled at the little frisson of awareness that traveled up his arm and down his spine. He forgot to try and read the other boy's mind for the moment.

"So, what's going on here?"

The shorter boy's face lit up as he spoke. "The Warblers. Every now and then they put on an impromptu performance in the commons. Tends to shut the school down for a while."

Kurt was surprised by this. "Wait, Glee club is cool here?"

Blaine all but laughed at this. "They're like Rock stars! Come on, I know a shortcut!"

He'd grabbed Kurt's hand before the fair skinned boy could even think about what was happening. They ran down the hallway, still holding hands, until they'd reached a crowded doorway and forced their way through.

Kurt looked around himself and cringed. There was no way he could control this many minds at once and make them forget they had seen him. Busted. "Oh, I stick out like a sore thumb."

He hadn't meant to speak out loud, but the dark haired boy just smiled. "Well next time don't forget your jacket, New Kid. Now if you'll excuse me?"

Kurt thought about making the boy forget about him and ducking out, but that thought went out the window as the smiling boy joined a group in the center of the room and began singing Teenage Dream. Kurt couldn't move if his life was depending on it. He was mesmerized by the dark haired boy's voice. He felt a small measure of guilt when he realized he was attracted to this boy. He'd promised himself that he wouldn't experiment with sex like most of his kind did at this age, but would wait until he found that special one, that perfect person who was destined only for him. His lifemate.

But Blaine was very attractive, and friendly, and Kurt found himself wishing the boy was his lifemate, but that wasn't possible. He was only sixteen. Usually it took ages to find one. He sighed softly to himself even as he clapped enthusiastically when the performance ended.

He found himself sitting in the small coffee shop on Dalton's first floor (what kind of school actually had a Starbucks inside it?) looking across a table at Blaine and the two other boys that had been introduced to him as David and Wes. "It's awfully nice of you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying."

They assured him that they weren't going to beat him up, and he sighed in relief. Not that he'd really been worried, he could just take control of them, wipe their memories, and leave. "Can I ask you guys a question? Are you guys all gay?"

They laughed at that. "No," Blaine answered. "Well, I mean I am, but these two have girlfriends."

"This isn't a gay school," The dark skinned boy, David, replied. "We just have a zero tolerance no harassment policy."

Wes, the handsome Asian boy added, "Everyone gets treated the same, no matter what they are."

Kurt took a deep breath, feeling the tears in his eyes. He knew these three boys would think that he was upset because he was being bullied at his own school, and that definitely made things worse, but that was only a small part of it.

At McKinley, he not only had to put up with physical abuse, the dumpster tosses, the locker shoves (he still had a bit of a bruise from hitting the lock on his locker that morning just before he left for Westerville,) and the slushie facials, and the verbal abuse, the constant homophobic slurs thrown at him, but he also had to deal with the mental abuse, constantly having to shield his mind from the cruel thoughts of some of his class mates. He shielded his mind so hard that some days he went home with pounding headaches.

Kurt hadn't realized that Blaine had asked the other two boys to leave until they were out of the room. The two of them continued to talk, and Kurt told him about the bullies. When it was time for him to go, the hazel eyed boy had given him his phone number, and told him to call any time he needed someone to talk with.

Kurt once again felt that little bit of attraction for the other boy, and despite his resolve not to pursue a relationship with anyone until he found his lifemate, he wondered if the other boy found him attractive too. It would be easy to find out, though Kurt hated reading anyone's thoughts. It was rude, after all.

But he couldn't help himself when he reached out with his mind to try and read the shorter boy to see if there was any interest on his part. And found he couldn't read the boy at all. He stood there in stunned silence as he came up against a mental blank wall. This could mean only one thing.

Blaine was his lifemate.

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"Calm down, Kurt, darling," Aunt Marguerite told him once he'd finished speaking. "Where are you now?"

"I'm in a rest area about halfway between Westerville and Lima. I had to stop, I was starting to freak out a little." And because he'd needed a drink. The nanos in his body were using up blood to repair the bruise from earlier, as well as to counteract the effects of the sun, and the germs that he had been exposed to earlier when Jacob Ben Israel had sneezed on him in the hallway and half a dozen other little things that affected the human body. He'd had to slip into the backseat and replenish himself from the tiny portable refrigerator hidden under the back seat of the Navigator.

"Very well, sweetheart, I am going to have someone head down to Lima to help you out, well, a couple of someones. They'll be there in a couple of days."

"Wait, Aunt Marguerite, who? Why? I mean, do you really think he could be my lifemate? I'm too young! Aren't you supposed to wait centuries for your lifemate to appear?"

He could almost hear the smile in her voice as she answered him. "Usually, yes. But sometimes, the very lucky ones, the very special ones, are blessed with finding them early. Now I have to make a few phone calls and get things set up for you. Say hello to your dad for me, won't you?"

And she hung up. Kurt just sat there with a bemused smile on his face for a moment, before he realized she hadn't told him who she was sending down to help him work out his problem.