A/N I hope all of you enjoy this story. If you are new to the Argeneau/Rogue Hunters series, you'll learn much more about the backstory in this chapter. We'll also get a bit of Blaine's point of view, and I'll be introducing a few more of the Argeneau characters as well. I hope you all like Stephanie!

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The Woes of the Hummel Men

Blaine sat on his bed, trying to study for his upcoming philosophy midterm, but his mind kept wandering to a pair of intriguing eyes that changed from blue to green to grey at the drop of a hat. And what was up with those streaks of silver in them? There was no way those eyes were natural. They had to be colored contacts. But what about the way the color changed constantly? It was driving him nuts.

Sighing, he lay down, giving up on studying. He wondered if Kurt would call him. He had to admit to himself that he was infatuated with the pale skinned boy, but he had recognized that look in those impossibly colored eyes. That look of loneliness, of finally finding someone who understood where you've been, what you've been through.

Blaine had always thought he had given up when he came to Dalton. He hadn't stood up for himself at his old school. He wondered if he could have stuck it out at Westerville High, proved to them that they couldn't break him. Sure, Wes and David had assured him that he wasn't broken, that everyone deserved to feel safe. But was safe enough for him?

Sighing again, he shut off his lamp and rolled on to his side, hoping the pale boy would call him if he needed someone to talk to. Maybe if he could help Kurt, it would help himself as well.

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Kurt sighed as he woke up the next morning. He was a bit disappointed. He knew all about lifemate shared dreams, but apparently being two hours away was too far to experience them with Blaine. If Blaine even was his lifemate. It was frustrating.

He'd loved hearing his mom telling him all about finding your lifemate when he was a child, and knew all the symptoms. The major one was not being able to read or control them. He hadn't been able to read Blaine. But he was only sixteen. There could be other reasons he couldn't read the boy. Perhaps he had some kind of mental disorder that made him impossible to read. He hoped not. Blaine had seemed like such a nice guy.

The next one was shared dreams, usually of the erotic nature, but you had to be close to each other to experience that. The last one was the shared pleasure. Lifemates could feel each others pleasure when they were intimate with each other. If he could just get the boy to kiss him, he'd know for sure if he was his lifemate.

With a groan of frustration, Kurt got out of bed and got ready for school.

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School was terrible that day. Not only had he been slammed into the lockers no less than three times, but he was so distracted, it was difficult to keep his guards up, and he was constantly being subjected to the other student's thoughts. Most of them were mundane, some of them were just gross, but a few were rather disturbing.

He'd just finished lunch and had been heading towards his French class when he'd heard the thought that had shocked him to the bones.

Damn it, why does Hummel have to look so good in those jeans? Doesn't he realize how much he makes me want to just shove him up against the lockers and kiss him senseless?

To say the thought had made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck was an understatement. But what had made it all the more terrifying was the fact that he could actually pinpoint the person who had thought it. David Karofsky. His worst tormentor.

Dave wanted to kiss him? But he hates gays! As if to prove that point, the big jock threw a grape slushie in his face as he walked past. "Out of the way, fag!"

Kurt groaned from the ice cold liquid hitting him in the face, and he was momentarily blinded. His headache got even worse.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" He recognized the voice of his biggest frenemy, Rachel Berry. The short brunette took his arm and started guiding him towards the closest girl's bathroom. "Come on, Let's get you cleaned up. Do you have a spare shirt in your bag?"

Kurt just nodded blindly. He could sense the girl's honest concern for him, and while her thoughts added to his headache, he had to smile to himself when he heard them.

Poor Kurt. I know we all get tormented for being in Glee, but Kurt just seems to get it worse, doesn't he? And he rarely ever complains about it, either. If it was me I'd scream and yell and wonder why me. But Kurt just makes that cute bitch face and keeps his chin up like he knows he's better than all of us. If I didn't know it was just an act I would probably hate him for it.

As she helped him wash the slushie out of his hair, she kept up a prattling conversation about the assignment for the week. "And it was totally unfair of Mr. Schue to make you sing with the boys again this year. I mean with my talent and your background vocals, we'd be unbeatable."

As he dried off and changed shirts, the headache got steadily worse, and he realized he probably was going to need to feed again soon. He still had two bags left in the hidden fridge in the Navigator.

"Thank you, Rachel, for all the help. You really are a good friend, even when you are being narcissistic. I forgot my French book in my car. I'll see you later in Glee, OK?"

She was surprised when he actually hugged her before making his exit. Once at the navigator, he slid into the back seat and closed the door, sealing himself into the darkness. The windows were specially tinted to block most UV rays, and so that no one could see into the backseat. He carefully lifted the bench seat and opened the concealed fridge, taking out the last two bags. A positive, his favorite. He inhaled, and felt his front teeth shift, two fangs sliding forward. He bit into the first bag, sighing as the bag quickly emptied. Disposing of the first bag in the refrigerator, he sat back and closed his eyes as he affixed the second bag to his teeth.

He wondered what Blaine was doing now. Had the other boy thought about him at all today? Or had the hazel eyed boy already forgotten about him? He thought about calling the dark haired boy, but what would he say? 'Hi, I just got slushied by a closeted jock who was thinking about forcibly stealing my first kiss just a few seconds before, and then called me a fag?'

He tossed the second empty bag back into the fridge and carefully closed it up before climbing out of the car and heading back into the school. He'd basically missed his entire French period, so decided just to head to his next class instead. He was waiting outside Calculus when his phone chimed an incoming text from Aunt Marguerite.

Stephanie and Livy will be arriving this evening, along with Teddy and Tricia. -M

Kurt frowned. He recognized two of those names. Tricia was his aunt. He hadn't seen her since he was five, but she had made a lasting impression on him when he had overheard her and his parents talking about a rogue she had taken down.

The other name he recognized, Livy, was the young immortal Aunt Marguerite had been watching over while his cousin Jeanne Louise was on her honeymoon. Why on earth would Aunt Marguerite send him a six year old girl to help him with his problems? Or was this a different Livy? And who were Teddy and Stephanie? He wondered if they were rogue hunters like Tricia.

He would have sent a text back to his Aunt asking for more details, but just then the bell rang, and the hallway soon began to fill up with students pushing past to get to their next class. At least he'd manage to bring his shields back up during his visit to his car. He managed to block out all the unwanted thoughts of his peers.

The rest of the day was better, although Karofsky did shove him into the lockers again just before Glee practice. Kurt was more leery of the jock now that he realized that the boy was probably having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that he was gay and was now taking it out on Kurt. That situation could become volatile quickly if the larger boy decided to get rid of his feelings by getting rid of Kurt.

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When he got home that afternoon, he had planned to tell his Dad that they would be having company coming that night, but stopped in his tracks just outside the door to the kitchen when he heard his father's voice.

"...and there is something really important I want to talk to you about over dinner tonight, Carole. No, it's nothing bad, I promise, it's just not something I want to talk about over the phone. Yes, I'll see you at seven. Bye."

Kurt was grinning from ear to ear as his dad came out into the living room. "You're finally going to tell her?"

Burt Hummel looked at his son, smiling sheepishly. Burt was something of an anomaly among immortals. He had been born mortal, though that wasn't so unusual. Many lifemates started out mortal. But where as the nanos that granted them virtual immortality generally kept their host bodies in peek condition and looking around twenty-five to thirty years old, Burt still looked older, closer to the forty-five he had been when he was turned. No one knew why he looked older, although Bastien Argeneau was researching it, along with why Uncle Victor and cousin Vincent were unable to live off bagged blood.

He had met Elizabeth Argeneau in 1943 in a tiny village near Auschwitz. Back then she had gone by the name Elspeth Silber, the German word for silver. Burt had been a simple mechanic back then, while Elspeth had been a rogue hunter for the European council. She had been tracking a rogue who had been feeding on the prisoners at the concentration camps. He had helped her capture the rogue, and over the next several years they had worked to free as many of the prisoners as they could. At one point, the Nazis had a bounty on their heads of over five million dollars.

When the war had ended, and it was time for them to move on, They had chosen to change their last name to Hummel, after a nun they had met who had drawn many beautiful sketches of children. Elizabeth had fallen in love with one of the drawings of a porcelain skinned young boy, and she had often said that she hoped that when they had children, they would look like the boy in the sketch.

When Kurt was born, Elizabeth had retired from hunting rogues, and they had settled down in Lima, Ohio, thinking it would be a nice, peaceful location to raise their son. Unfortunately, rogues didn't particularly care if you were retired. When Kurt was eight, a rogue had set up shop in Akron, turning several people, including half of the show choir Vocal Adrenaline, before Lucian, head of the North American council and Elizabeth's uncle, had heard about it and asked his niece to check it out.

Elizabeth had not returned. The rogue had managed to behead her before her back up could arrive.

The loss of his lifemate had hit Burt pretty hard, especially since they had only been together a short amount of time, relatively speaking. It had been a pleasant shock for both Hummel men when Burt realized he couldn't read the mother of his son's friend, Finn.

"Yeah, I'm going to tell her tonight when she comes over for dinner."

"I'm happy for you, Dad, and I know Carole is going to be happy when you tell her. I can tell she loves you very much."

"Thanks, kiddo. Now, who the hell is Blaine, and why does he keep popping up in your thoughts?"

Kurt was mortified. He'd forgotten about that part of finding your lifemate. Other immortals could read you more easily. Usually his dad was pretty good about staying out of his thoughts, but apparently Kurt was projecting them, and despite having just found his own lifemate, he wasn't oblivious to Kurt's dilemma.

Sighing, he told his dad about his trip to Dalton the day before, and his call to Aunt Marguerite. "Tricia and three others are going to be here tonight to help me out. I don't want you to worry about it, Dad. You just concentrate on Carole, okay?"

His dad reluctantly agreed, and Kurt sent a text to Aunt Marguerite, telling her to let the others know to meet Kurt at the Lima Bean instead of the house. He then went into the Kitchen and finished preparing dinner for Burt and Carole.

The latter was just arriving as Kurt was leaving. He hugged the woman tightly and kissed her cheek. "Relax, it's a good thing, I promise you. Just remember he loves you very much, and would do anything to make you happy."

She just looked more confused as he released her, but smiled sweetly at him. "Aren't you staying for dinner?"

"No, I'm going to meet some friends at the Lima Bean."

"Oh, okay, well, I'll see you later, sweetie."

He smiled at her again, and then left. He really liked Carole. In many ways, she reminded him of Aunt Marguerite. Both of them were kind, and loving and tended to mother everyone they meet. He knew that if the two of them ever met, they'd become immediate friends, and any single immortal should beware, because they were both natural matchmakers.

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"Oh my god, life is so not fair! All the really hot ones really are gay, aren't they?"

Kurt looked up at the those words, ready to shred the girl, but stopped when he saw her. She had hair that was dyed raven wing black, had kohl lined eyes, and a fake lip ring. She was wearing a short pleated black skirt and a form fitting v neck tee in a dark maroon color, which she had topped with a black velvet vest that hung lose, but held together with a series of chains that were accented by a small skull brooch (Kurt had that exact same chain and skull broach at home). Her belt was studded, and her boots were Jimmy Choo.

"You actually have this broach at home?" She asked surprised. If her gold streaked eyes hadn't given her away, the fact that she had just read his thoughts made it perfectly obvious this...girl...was one of his kind. She smiled brilliantly at him. "Yes, I'm Stephanie. The others will be here in a moment. Livy had to go to the bathroom, and Teddy and Tricia are still so new they can't walk three steps without kissing."

Kurt decided he liked this wild girl. "Thanks, I like you too, Kurt. It just sucks that you're gay. We would of had gorgeous kids who would totally rock the fashion world."

He couldn't help himself, he laughed so hard he couldn't stop.