"Hey Blaine. How are you, baby?" His mother coos into the phone. Blaine rolls his eyes but smiles. He and his mom have always been close—or as close as you could be to someone when they worked as much as Robin Anderson did. He could practically see her balanced a stack of papers in her arms with the phone balanced between her ear and shoulder.
"Hi Mom. And I'm fine. Great actually." Blaine says settling on his bed, wearing his pajamas. "Listen, I met someone today…"
"Oh?"
"And…he's superhuman."
"A Warbler?"
"No, actually he was from another show choir. He was trying to spy on us. Wes found him out. His name's Kurt." And before his mom can go off into a speech about how maybe a relationship isn't the best thing for him right now (she does it every time he happens to mention one of his friends) he continues. "But mom he didn't know that they were other superhumans. He said he never met anyone like us before."
There's a long pause on the phone. "Outside of his parents?"
Blaine shook his head even though she couldn't see him. "Well, he said his dad didn't have any abilities. Actually, I don't think his dad even knows about his powers. His mom might but he doesn't know—she died awhile ago."
"Interesting." Robin responded. A 'huh' following the phrase. "You said his name was Kurt?"
"Yeah, Kurt Hummel."
"Alright well, I'm working late at GAIA tonight so maybe I'll run a check during my break and see if I find anything." Robin said. "Listen, sweetie, I have to go but I'm glad you called. I love you and…"
"I know the speech, Mom." Blaine cutoff.
"Actually, I was going to say call your father, but that's always good to know."
Blaine sighed. "Okay, I'll call him." He never does. "I love you too."
He hangs up the phone and yawns. His late night from before and the excitement of the day catching up with him. Blaine leans back against the bed and flicks the lamp light off. He thinks about sending Kurt a confirmation text or just a text to say how nice it was to meet him, but he's just too tired. Besides, he was sure Kurt was still jittery about everything he had learned today.
Blaine decided he'd text the boy tomorrow and drifted off to sleep. A thankfully dreamless one.
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Robin Anderson was well regarded in her profession. What started out a secretary job had flourished into a well-paying career and high amount of respect. Well, respect from everyone except her boss, Andre Moretta. The man had been getting on her back in recent years so naturally, she was stuck working another late night.
Not that she minded too much—with both her boys out of the house and her marriage currently not on the best of terms. Actually, a better description was the family was on shaky ground. Blaine was mad at his father, her husband was mad at Blaine, and god forbid if she tried to talk to Floyd about it; she'd be the bad guy. The superhumans in the house were against him after all. She wants to go back to the time when her powers excited him rather than made him distrustful.
A whole slew of thoughts hit her and it became clear she was going to need a break. Now was just as good as time as ever to look up this Kurt Hummel.
Robin accessed the category system and typed in the name. Entering alternative spellings, the state, but no other information. It was a different enough name combination that she didn't think it'd be too hard to find him in the system. She might have lectured Blaine about getting so involved with someone, especially considering what had happened years ago, but from the way it sounded, this may be a rather odd case.
She would never forget the night Blaine had lost control. It was the stuff nightmares were made out of—seeing your baby distraught and completely void of compassion, setting things on fire. Setting people on fire. Robin tried to remind herself that Blaine had just been the victim of an attack and it had been a lapse of control, but if she hadn't pulled Blaine out of trance he would have never stopped. Frankly, if she hadn't subdued him after he discovered his friend was dead, he might have continued. Because of this, Robin wanted him to learn to control his emotions before he even thought about taking on another relationship and the baggage that was sure to come with it.
The computer made a noise and she peered at the results.
0 results.
"What the hell?" She whispered. That was impossible. From the moment they were born, every superhuman had been logged into the computer. Maybe their logs weren't always up to date but if GAIA had anything to do with it, they kept tabs on every superhuman—to make sure they were under control and not making a scene.
She tried restricting the search to Hummel. No hits again. Frustrated, Robin switched over to Google and typed the name in, along with Ohio and searched for results.
The first thing that popped up was an article from 8 years ago. Robin clicks on it and is immediately met with a picture of a totaled—to put it mildly—car. Even though it was dark when the picture was taken, she can see the dripping black of car oil and gas on the ground, while blood seemed to cake the car itself. How this ever was allowed to be in a newspaper, she didn't know. She scrolled down to read the actual story.
Tragedy struck Lima, Ohio over the weekend when 39-year-old Vincent Lark drove his car head on into a car containing 33-year-old Elizabeth Hummel, and her 8-year- old son Kurt Hummel while driving on the Interstate. Both Lark and Hummel were pronounced dead at the scene, but Kurt Hummel is currently listed as critical condition at Hope-Horizon Hospital.
There was a picture at the bottom of the boy in his hospital bed and Robin cringed again. If she had any doubt that Kurt was superhuman before, the pictures she saw now proved it. No human could have survived this condition. There wasn't so much a child lying in the bed, as there were broken remains of flesh and blood. She couldn't imagine being able to deal with it if Blaine or Cooper had been there.
She manages to find Elizabeth's maiden name and exits out of the article before she gets too sick. She goes back to the search engine and enters Elizabeth Keefe into the system but before she can hit enter, the aura suddenly changes.
"This doesn't look like work." Robin turns and standing behind her is Andre Moretta. The man stands at a mere 5,10 but is all muscle and gruff. His tanned features make him stand out so much more than he actually does, his eyes a burnt umber. He's handsome in a rather unconventional way. At least, she used to think so. Lately, he's been such a hard-ass; she's begun to resent him.
"I was doing a little personal research during my break, since when is that a problem?"
"Since we didn't build the entire GAIA system for your entertainment, Anderson." He says the name with such distain, that Robin glares just a little bit harder. "Whatever, just keep it in your break time. Plenty of people would kill for your job, you know."
Robin shakes her head as Andre walks away. God, what had she ever seen in him? Between her husband and the history she had with Andre, she was beginning to wonder if her tastes in men were just little off.
But now that he was away, she was allowed to play. She hit the enter button and was shocked to find once again, there were no results. She tries just Keefe and this time, is a little less shocked when nothing comes up. Now she's just frustrated. As far as the GAIA system is concerned, Kurt doesn't exist. Or maybe it's that he shouldn't exist.
She's seen the proof. She knows Kurt not only exists but is defiantly superhuman on some level. Robin toys with the idea that maybe the system is on the fritz and types Blaine's name just to test it.
Sure enough, his profile jumps up. A picture taken last year jumping up on screen along with his information.
Name: Blaine Robert Anderson
D.O.B: February 5th, 1994 (16 years currently)
Sex: Male
S.S.I.D.N.: #303994
Mother: Robin Grace Anderson née Cooper
Father: Floyd Lee Anderson (Human)
And her eye caught the last part. The part of the entry she had changed so long ago. The guilt that spread through her body was only subdued with the assurance that this was for the best. It was better for everyone if the people she was hiding it from never knew the truth.
Ability: Empathy
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He gave all members of the New Directions the same story (Parts of it anyway. He tells everyone that they found out he was a New Direction but gave him coffee and advice, of course leaving out the conversation they had about superhumans). It inspired different reactions. The guys teased him for blowing his cover while the girls begged for more details about the time he spent with Blaine. It was practically the subject of the lunch table.
"Wait, go back. He actually took a picture with you? To put in his phone?" Rachel squealed. Kurt couldn't help the blush that grew across his face. "Oh my god! That's soooo cute!"
"Never mind cute. You put the moves on him right, Kurt? I mean, he gave you coffee, you had to have flirted a little with him something in return." Mercedes throws in. Kurt rolls his eyes but doesn't really have an answer. He wouldn't call what happened with him and Blaine flirting, at least no intentionally, but he could tell there was something there. A spark had set off inside every time he looked at Blaine, and while he wasn't an expert on flirting, he knew the feeling was somewhat mutual. "Come on boy, how do you expect to escape the fate of the miserable cat man if you're not even going to flirt a little?"
"Sorry, I don't make a habit of flirting with strangers."
"Do you have the picture he took? I want to see what he looks like." Tina said. Kurt nodded and reached into his pocket to grab his phone, only to see that he had a text message from Blaine. Kurt opened it and read it.
Blaine: How are you feeling today? I was hoping if you were up for it, we could meet for coffee again. Maybe this time, outside of Dalton?
Kurt's stopped himself before his breath could hitch. He was hoping he was up for it? He wanted to meet him for coffee again? Outside of school? Kurt closed his eyes for a minute. Calm down, he's probably just being nice again. Nonetheless, Kurt typed a response.
Kurt: Hmm, do you treat all the captured spies like this? Because I could get use to it.
Once the text is sent, he then pulls up the picture Blaine texted him yesterday. The girls all lean over the table to look. Tina and Rachel's jaws dropped while Mercedes whistled. "Damn, I call dibs on spying next time."
"Wow Kurt, he's gorgeous! How could you not flirt with him?" Rachel asked. Kurt blushed and retracted the phone when another message appeared.
"I said I didn't make a habit of flirting with strangers. He could have been the exception." Kurt teased in that don't kiss and tell sort of way. He read the latest message sent by Blaine.
Blaine: Nope, just the adorable ones ;) So, is that a yes?
"I know that smile Kurt Hummel. You're talking to him now, aren't you?" Rachel said trying to lean over the table. Kurt brings the phone closer to his body but secretly, he loves the attention. He was great to be the 'topic' of the lunch table conversation for once instead of only contributing. He'd like to show them the texts but he's afraid Blaine might say something about his powers and it was pretty clear yesterday that GAIA (at least, that's what he thought Blaine called it) didn't like when humans knew about their powers.
Without warning, a figure wrapped itself around Kurt. He jumped and looked up, Brittany attached to his shoulder with a forlorn look her face. "Kurtie, I'm sad…"
"What's the matter, Britt?" He asked. He used the distraction to lower the phone under the table so he could type a reply.
Kurt: I guess I am still your captive. Not that I'm complaining. When and where?
"Santana isn't here again, and I think she's mad at me because I rode in Artie's lap to Glee yesterday. It's just so much easier than walking."
"Don't change the subject Kurt! Brittany has a crisis every other day. Last week, it was the cat ate her bracelet." Mercedes declared, looking up at Brittany. "No offense, but Kurt has a new boy."
"A new boy?...Wait, you can buy boys?" She said, sitting down on the other side of Kurt. "How much did you pay for him, let me see!"
"Alright, hold on." Kurt said as another message appeared.
Blaine: I like to go to the Lima Bean. How about at 4?
Kurt: Sounds great. This time I'll leave the spy jacket at home.
He then showed Brittany a picture, she gasped. "Aw! I love it! Me and Santana use to do pictures like this all time." Then she slouched, remembering why she had been upset. Kurt sighed and pat his shoulder for Brittany to lean on.
Another text arrived and he shifted it so he could look at it without Brittany seeing.
Blaine: Aw man, I loved the jacket! Totally made me feel like Bond catching the sexy spy.
Kurt flushed all over again. Brittany looked up. "Kurt, why are you breathing so hard?"
"Oh, I can think of a few reason." Tina laughed, nudging Kurt's with her own. "Get it boy!"
"It's not like that." He murmured, typing out a request.
Kurt: Does that mean I'm suppose to seduce you?
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Kurt stood and gathered his things, making a line away from the jocks and more importantly, away from Karofsky. He was half-way to his World History class when he got another text from Blaine.
Blaine: Try as you may, but I have ways of making you talk…
Kurt was caught off guard when he suddenly went colliding into the locker, dropping his phone against the ground. Karofsky and Azimio laughing. Karofsky dared to take a look back at him. Looking smug and accomplished.
Kurt glared right back. He then reached out his hand and motioned the phone into it. Karofsky's smile fell and turned away once again. Kurt knew it wasn't exactly smart given what Blaine had told him yesterday, but he made sure Karofsky had been the only looking. He shouldn't have wanted to see the fear his powers brought so much but it was something he couldn't control. He couldn't stop the abundance of pride he felt in his chest, nor could he escape the shame when he saw Blaine's face later.
Just this once though, he sided with the pride.
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Blaine had wondered if that feathery-light feeling would return when he saw Kurt again. Now that Kurt was approaching him in the parking lot, it's almost stronger than yesterday. He had traded up the makeshift uniform for a baby blue button-up shirt beneath a bright white vest. The shirt was tucked into a pair of faded skinny jeans that just wrapped around every muscles and asset, this all tied off with a pair of white loafers that should have looked ridiculous but seemed to complete the ensemble. Yeah, he didn't miss the jacket anymore.
"Hey there. Have any trouble finding this place?" Blaine says, opening the door for Kurt. Kurt mutters thanks and goes in quickly, turning around to wait for Blaine to enter with him.
"Not really. I've been here with Rachel and Mercedes a few times. We stopped coming because—and I don't know how they manage it, they make the coffee way too hot." But Kurt had a feeling that was the very reason Blaine had picked this place. "I mean, how can coffee possibly be too hot?"
"I don't know. Usually, I have to microwave mine a few times just to get it remotely close to how I like it." Blaine added as they stood in line. Standing close but not too close together. They did just meet yesterday after all. Besides, Blaine's not entirely comfortable with giving the illusion they're a couple.
"Do…do you have to drink things that are hot? Like will you die if someone gives you cold milk?" Blaine laughs at what he assumed to be a joke. He looks at Kurt, who has his eyebrow up and curses himself. Why would Kurt know any better? A few days ago, pyrokinetics didn't even exist as far as he was concerned.
"I'm sorry, I just forget this is all new for you. No, I won't die if I drink or eat things that are cold, but they don't exactly appeal to me. Cold in general makes me uncomfortable."
"Huh. Winter must be hell."
"Ironic. But yeah it is." They reached the counter and both made their orders. Kurt got out his wallet to pay for the drink but Blaine had his card ran through for the both of them. Blaine just smiled and winked. "It's on me today."
Kurt didn't know what was more exciting—that Blaine had paid for him, that Blaine had winked at him, or that Blaine had said today as if to suggest he didn't want this to be a one-time thing. Either way, he thanked Blaine and followed him to a table. They decided one in the corner by the window. Close enough to be in the sun, yet far enough that no one would listen in on them.
"Has your mom found anything yet? I went through some of my mom's stuff, but I couldn't find anything that suggested she had powers. Not even the journal she had as a girl."
"No, but my mom might have been busy. She's been working a lot of hours at GAIA lately. She said she'd let me know what's going on."
Kurt lifted the cup to his lips and took a small sip. Blaine's eyes followed the movement of Kurt's throat. God, when had he become such a gawker? It was true, he was a teenage boy and he had those urges and he addressed frequently (one of the many perks of having your own room at a boarding school) but it was like Kurt awoke something entirely different in him. Something so conflicting but good that it honestly made him uncomfortable with how vulnerable he felt.
Kurt then pressed a napkin to his lips before he started. "So, I'm curious… You sound pretty certain I have to be related to someone with powers, but didn't you guys say it was possible for two humans to have a super-baby?"
Blaine chuckles at the term. "Yes it is, but it has to be in the bloodline somewhere. Powers can be inherited from as far back as four generations. As in, if you have one great-grandparent with powers, that's all it would take for you to have powers, but anything beyond that, you've pretty much bred out the gene unless you hypothetically married someone who had superpowers in their family too. Then there'd be enough for you to potentially have a super-baby." Blaine explained. Kurt seemed to follow along well, which made it more helpful for Blaine to explain. "That being said, the gene is so dominant that's it really difficult to breed out. Even though my dad was human, there was still a 75-80% chance that I would inherit powers. But some of it also depends on how strong your powers are."
"On how strong?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah…. Like the chances of me passing on my pyrokinetic abilities are much higher than say, of someone who could just sense auras. With that in mind, if that person and I got together and had a baby, there's a chance our powers would overlap, but more than likely our kid would be a pyrokinetic too."
"So, what your parents have effect what you may have?"
"Usually but there are exceptions. Sometimes something further down your bloodline can make a return, which is what my mom thinks happen with me. I'd rather believe that I'm just awesome." Blaine teased before taking a sip of his coffee. Kurt smirked.
"And modest too." Kurt's breath airy and fun as he laughed. Not as nice as the laugh he used yesterday, but it still sent a thrill down Blaine's spine. "I guess I can't argue. You kind of saved my day."
Blaine paused and lowered his coffee cup; he saw something change in Kurt immediately and became concerned. "Why? Are you still having a hard time with what happened yesterday?"
"Oh no, nothing like that! Believe me, you don't know how happy I am that I've found people like me." Kurt bits his lip, and suddenly all the dirty thoughts from yesterday are back in Blaine's head. They faded quickly however when Kurt told him the truth. "It's just that bully I was telling you about…He targeted me again."
Blaine frowned. His fist clenching. "What did he do?"
"He shoved me into a locker again. Nearly broke my phone." Kurt reached into his pocket and put the phone on the table. Blaine saw where the protective cover had cracked. "I just—I don't get it. Yeah, okay…he hates gays, but it's not like I go out of my way to be in his face or anything. It can't be my powers because he's afraid of those. I just don't get it."
"Sometimes there's no reason for it…" Blaine offers lamely. He hated that phrase everything happens for a reason. In his opinion, it was so wrong to believe that innocent people were murdered or maimed every day because it was just the way things were meant to be. People were in control of their thoughts and destiny—some people just used it for evil. Blaine had done some terrible stuff. Now he had to live with it. "You know, if it ever gets really bad…you could always come to Dalton."
Kurt eyes softened. "I appreciate the sentiment. I do…but I think I'd miss my friends at McKinley too much. And even if I didn't have them, my parents can't afford for me to go to boarding school."
"We have scholarships—that is if you ever change your mind. It's not right what he's doing Kurt and you shouldn't have to take it. You're so much stronger than I would have been if I had dealt with what you had in the past 24 hours." Blaine says. He can tell by the way Kurt's face lights up—not blushes, but lights up—that it means a lot to hear that. "In the mean time, just have courage."
"Well, that should be too hard to have, you know, being superhuman and all." Kurt replies, the smile returning to his face. Blaine realizes something after a moment or so.
"You know, Wes never told me what your powers were. You told you could walk through walls, is that all you can do?" And if it is, Blaine will be a little disappointed because Wes made it sound like Kurt might be the messiah.
"Oh, no that's not it." And while Blaine looks relieved, Kurt looks a little bit uncomfortable. He stares at his nearly empty coffee cup; summoning the courage to talk about something he was use to keeping secret. "I can move things from far away, but I have to able to lift them with my physical body for it to work. I can also make myself transparent. I had planned on that as my escape method yesterday but you Warblers charmed me."
Blaine raises and eyebrow and tilts his head back. "I told you, we're modern day 007's." Kurt rolls his eyes and mutters something about Blaine being a goober. Blaine decides to take the opportunity to ask. "Could I maybe see you use them?"
Before Kurt can disagree, Blaine's golden hazel eyes are widening and a pout is subconsciously forming. Kurt begins to realize that this must be Blaine's method of getting what he wants. It's working, because Kurt thinks of a way to show Blaine his abilities in public.
He raises his hand up and motions for his coffee cup to lift into his hand. This isn't anything really new or special to Blaine—Miller could do it too. But to Blaine, watching Kurt use his powers—watching the way his glasz eyes seemed to dull to a lighter blue, and the stronger intakes of breath Kurt uses—it feels like he's just blown Blaine's mind.
And maybe he has. Just not in the way expected. Kurt cockily grasps his cup and drinks what's left of it. "And if you want to see more than that now, Mr. Bond, you're going to have to torture me…"
And there's chapter 4! Focused a little more on Blaine's mom than I intended, but she does play a somewhat bigger role in this. Just wish it didn't make this chapter so long, but it's still so much fun to write.
As usual, thank you so much for the kind reviews, alerts and favorites. Got a lot more reviews for this chapter than I intended but I'm not complaining :) I love me some reviews.
dante's leading lady- Oh gosh, thank you! It's a little unlike anything I've ever written before, but I love it. Very relieved that the characters are developing well (and I hope staying in character when they can). Hope you continue to enjoy it.
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yailover1013- It's one of my favorite episodes! I sort of wanted to incorporate scenes that actually happened in the show while portraying them differently to fit the story line. Oh, I'm sure they were very dirty thoughts—we all know Blaine's innocent dapper-boy persona is just a front, lol. Thanks!
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