No Dalton in this chapter guys, sorry to everyone who were hoping for it. But the warblers will make an appearance at some point, don't worry about it.

Chapter 9:

If you Seek Luna.

"It has been four days since the mutant pandemonium was made public knowledge and the world has yet to find Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman. After an all out supernatural fight occurred in their school, William McKinley of Lima, Ohio, which has surpassed 2 billion hits on the internet already, the four teenage mutants have been M.I.A. Their close friends tell us not to worry, but how can we not, when our heroes aren't even around to save the day? Here's what a friend of our saviors had to say on the matter"

"Let them do their job, it's going to be difficult enough already. We don't need innocent people distracting them and possibly getting hurt. These guys are not celebrities, they are a group of kids with an extremely important task, don't get in the way."

"And you say that Blaine, Kurt, Santana and Noah can tell who is a star from a tattoo? Well I have a tiger tattoo, does that make me a star?"

"You're not the Tiger marked Star, trust me, I know!"

"Thanks for that Sam Evans. So if you're watching this guys, don't you think it's time you came home and lived up to this prophecy? I'm Rod Remington, goodnight"

~*~*PROTECTORS-OF-LIGHT*~*~

"So, I suggest we go home tonight" Santana blurted out as she sauntered into the dinning room for breakfast, five days after they arrived at the Anderson mansion. "Hear me out before you interrupt" she quickly added, even though none of the others gave any signs of disrupting the Latina. "I don't feel particularly comfortable wearing Mrs. Homophobes clothes, I'm bored and just because you two get to fuck each other, I'm not so lucky, I miss my girlfriend" she smiled as she took her seat and looked directly at Blaine and Kurt.

"First off, I agree about going home" Blaine said as he placed his cutlery down besides his plate of waffles. "With the airports reopening tomorrow, my parents could come back from Italy at anytime and we can not be here when they do. Secondly, just because me and Kurt are sharing a room and we are both gay, doesn't mean we are having relations. If you must know, we spend our evenings talking about fashion, Broadway and the little fact that we both know what it's like to cause serious damage to people because of our abilities"

When arriving at Blaine's parents house five days prior, comforted with the knowledge that Mr. and Mrs. Anderson were away visiting family on their annual trip to Italy, the four of them had been cut off entirely from the outside world. No contact with friends or loved ones, no trips to the grocery store, only the daily news gave them information on how the knowledge of their destiny had flown all over the world.

Santana called dibs on the master bedroom and considering she was the only girl and a very feisty one at that, the boys quickly agreed. Puck managed to steal Blaine's older brother, Cooper's, room while Blaine and Kurt decided to share Blaine's old room, which to the dapper boy's surprise, was left exactly how it had been when he resided there.

They spent their days getting to know each other a bit better and trying to find answers to questions that played on their mind since the beginning, with each theory being more ridiculous and unbelievable than the last. At night they would all depart ways, Santana to go into her assigned room and cry silently, not that she would tell anyone, because of the loneliness eating away at her that only her girlfriend could cure. Puck would retire to practise on developing his flames, annoyed by how pitiful he found them in the cafeteria, and reward himself when progress had been made by pleasuring himself over fuzzy images of him tracing his tongue down the same path of a water droplet on an unknown pale body. Kurt and Blaine would spend their nights talking about how awful their love lives were, Blaine keeping close mouthed about knowing the identity of Kurt's mystery man, and helping each other get into the mind set of continuing their mission, deciding on the mantra: killing 12, saves 7 billion.

"Liars" Puck snorted as he finished his fifth waffle. "A dude needs his dick sucked" he declared to a disgruntled looking Blaine and an amused looking Kurt.

"So who's been sucking yours since we've been here?" Kurt smiled as he pushed his plate aside to rest his elbows on the table and held his head up with a clenched fist. "Because it wasn't me, Santana's a lesbian and Blaine's breath doesn't smell dirty" he teased.

"I think I liked it better when we weren't talking" Puck laughed as he leaned back against his chair. "I thought funny and smart things were gonna fall from your mouth and instead all that comes out of it, is piss poor humour and incorrect information" Puck teased to a mock scowling Kurt.

"Why are you interested in my mouth all of a sudden? And I haven't heard you say anything insightful as of late" Kurt retorted with a smug smile.

"I came up with the 'spirit helping hand thingy', Dude"

"Don't call me 'Dude'"

"Oh right, I forgot, Santana told me you couldn't really live up to that title when she saw you in the shower" Puck chuckled and wiggled his pinkie finger in the air, causing Kurt to gape in outrage at Puck and then Santana.

"I didn't say shit" Santana shrugged as she took a sip of coffee. "Besides, not saying I looked or anything, but hypothetically, if I did, I'm sure I would have seen a piece of meat well worth purchasing"

"Agreed" mumbled Blaine from behind his cup of coffee, causing everyone around the table to look at him in question. "No, not like th… listen, Kurt's not my type, no offence" he added quickly. "Oh this is ridiculous, Puck well done for telling us about the spirit, Kurt well done for being a big boy downstairs" he huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Thank you Bl-" Kurt began with a smug smile.

"Oh my fucking shit, we are so clueless!" Santana gasped as she jumped from her seat. "We have a spirit helping us out and maybe they can answer some of our questions"

"Oh yeah, great" Puck sighed and shook his head. "Lets add yet another question to the pile - how do we get in contact with a dead person?" he said sarcastically.

"We can do a séance?" Blaine suggested unsurely. His proposal was met with three equally dubious faces. "It might not work, but we can try. Spirits can use the energy of darkness and fire, and due to the fact that we have no sunlight, have fire at our disposal thanks to Puck and know that there's a spirit out there, our chances of connecting with them would be a lot easier" Blaine smiled sheepishly at them when their expressions didn't change. "It was just a stupid suggestion, forget I mentioned it"

"Worth a shot" Santana shrugged.

"It's the only lead we have" Kurt agreed.

"How do you know so much about this paranormal crap?" Puck asked bluntly with a cocked brow. "No offence dude, but from the looks of your folks place and the way you act, you were obviously brought up in high society. I didn't think you people entertained such fantasies"

"Well as you might know, me and high society don't really see eye to eye on a lot of things" Blaine replied smoothly. "Being gay and having interest outside of money, class and politics to name but a few"

"You're a bit of a nerd really, aren't you?" Puck asked in genuine confusion as he cocked his head in interest.

"Guilty as charged"

"Jesus Christ, you and my boy Sammy are totally gonna get together and just fuck and read comics all day" Puck huffed and banged his head against the table. "It's inevitable. You two are going to get together and then it'll only be me and Ryder left as the single men in our group, and we are gonna have to marry each other to overcome our loneliness" Puck mumbled into the table, choosing to ignore the laughter from Santana and a suspicious choking sound from Kurt.

"First off, you don't give yourself enough credit. You're a decent looking chap and I'm sure you'll find someone crazy enough to put up with you" Blaine smiled and shared a look with Santana before quickly glancing at Kurt, who had become suddenly intrigued in the placemat in front of him. "And as for me and Sam, you'll be happy to know that we are just friends, everything is purely platonic" he lied. It wasn't strictly platonic at all, at least of Blaine's part. "So your Sammy is safe"

"I don't mind you know" Puck suddenly said as he snapped his head up from the table. "I'm kind of shipping you two. Which is saying something, because no offence guys, before all this happened, I never put much thought into anything Gay related, let alone actively wanting to see my best friend end up with a dude, well specifically, you"

"You wouldn't mind if Blainers and Guppy got together?" Santana asked with a frown.

"If it were any other dude, I would say no. But you're different" Puck shrugged to Blaine, who was trying to fight off a blush, and failing. "Like, your banter with him freaked me out a little at first, but since being here, I've kind of missed it. Plus I want my boy to be happy and I think you could do that."

"Thank you Puck, that actually means a lot coming from you. It's good to see that having to work with three homosexuals has had a positive effect on you" Blaine praised with a bedazzling smile.

"No offence dude, but it was all Kurt's doing actually"

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked with glasz eyes as round as saucers.

"If you can step out of your comfort zone and try become more open minded about straight people then I should do the same about gay people" Puck shrugged dismissively. "Plus I think you're kinda awesome" he added honestly.

Since Kurt had promised to try get over his heterophobia last week, his and Puck's friendship had soared past any expectations that Puck had. In the beginning, he was worried that things might have been a bit weird and awkward with the whole unrequited love and guilt issue, but in actual fact, Puck found himself at ease around the boy, a lot more than he was around other people. Yes, the fact that Puck knew Kurt's secret and the guilt of never being able to reciprocate such feelings still lingered in the background, but because Kurt never admitted to anything or acted upon his feelings, Puck found it pretty easy to pretend the issues didn't exist in their friendship.

"Whatever, I'm bored" Santana said with a feign yawn, successfully putting a halt into the boys conversation. "Let's just do this thing and go home"

Twenty minutes later, the gang found themselves in the living area, sitting in a circle on the floor with a small ball of fire hovering in the middle, providing them light.

"Everyone hold hands" Blaine directed as he held his own out for Puck and Santana to take.

"Christ, your hands are cold" Puck remarked once he took Kurt's pale hand in his and felt a shiver run through him.

"No Puck, you're just natural hot" Kurt replied with a roll of his eyes and then froze when he realised what he said. "I mean… Um.. You know, flames and, oh fuck off" he snapped when the other three began laughing at him. Trying to fight his blush, he gave Blaine a pointed look that order him to start the procedures as he clasped his other hand in Santana's, noticing how foreign it felt compared to Puck's warm comforting one.

"We ready?" Blaine asked the others and nodded decisively when they responded with half hearted shrugs. "Ok then. Is there any spirits out there that would like to communicate with us?" he called out confidently to the darkened room.

As they waited for any paranormal activity to possibly occur, they all looked around at each other with a mixture of expressions that ranged from worried to disappointed. In the silence, the wind from outside could be heard along with faint clanging sounds of the pipes from inside the walls.

"If there is anyone who would like to make contact with us, please use this time now" Blaine tried again, less confident than the first time and once again, all four waited silently and patiently, but nothing happened.

Santana closed her eyes as if to say she was being bored to sleep while Blaine looked around the room sheepishly. Kurt was looking more and more unsure as time passed and began nibbling on his lower lip while Puck watched him out of the corner of his eye.

Puck couldn't explain it, but seeing Kurt's face illuminated by firelight was something that he couldn't take his eyes from. His normally pale skin seemed to drink in the light from the ember making it glow in the dimly lit room, and his blue-green eyes sparkled as the fire reflected in them. Although his face was the obvious picture of worry, Puck personally found the sight tranquil and endearing.

"One last time" Blaine sighed in frustration to the others, in which Kurt nodded slightly, Puck raised his eyebrows in disinterest and Santana ignored him and remained closed eyed. "Is there any-"

"I'm here" came a feminine, ghostly voice from Santana's direction, causing Puck, Kurt and Blaine to snap their attention to her immediately and notice that her head remained bowed and her eyes remained closed. "Took you long enough to seek me out" the voice added as it emitted from Santana's mouth.

"Santana?" Kurt whispered as he squeezed her hand gently and earning no reaction. "Hello?"

"I've been waiting to talk to you four for an awfully long time" the voice answered as Santana lifted her head slowly. "My name is Luna" it added as sharp inhalations of breath echoed the room when the Latina open her eyes to reveal a sheet of pure white replacing her iris and pupils.

"Who are you, Luna?" Blaine asked curiously in a soft voice as he looked at Santana's possessed form.

"I am the helping hand from a spirit long gone" she replied and moved Santana's head to look back at him with a smile. "I've been hoping to meet you guys for over one hundred years. I must admit I was rather anxious at first, but after seeing you at the assembly, I'm confident that earth choose the best four people for the job"

"It was you in our Principle's body wasn't it?" Puck asked knowingly. "and the one who cleaned up Kurt's blood after the Drew incident?"

"Very accurate, Noah" Luna replied as she turned towards him with a smile. "Part of my job is to ensure that no external interruptions are caused during your quest. The other part is to guide you through the returning process at the end"

"We have some questions that need answering, if you could help?" Kurt asked softly in a voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper. "What can you tell us about the stars that remain?"

"There are eleven star's out there in human shells." Luna replied in a dreamy voice. "They are recognisable as you know, by the marking below their neck. They represent twelve beasts of great mythological power. The Rabbit, the Dragon, the Rat, the Ox, the Pig, the Goat, the Monkey, the Rooster, the Dog, the Horse, the Snake and the Tiger"

"The Chinese Zodiac" Blaine whispered in awe.

"Yes, and all of the stars will be identifiable because of these markings, all except one. One of the eleven remaining stars is a mystery and has not been marked but will indeed make their presence known when the time comes. This will be the last star you face and most definitely the hardest"

"Don't suppose you can tell us where to find them?" Puck asked hopefully, even though he knew the answer already and was not surprised when Santana's head shook from side to side.

"Alas, I can not, for I do not know all of them myself as of yet. But even if I did, I wouldn't be able to tell you" she smiled pitifully at the boys. "Are there any other questions?"

"During the fight with the Rabbit, something happened to me and my friend Sam and I was wondering if you could shed some light on that?" Blaine asked a little too eagerly, causing the spirit to chuckle softly.

"Mr. Evans is a mystery in himself" Luna smiled, a smile that didn't quite reach Santana's blank eyes. "The lightning that hit you four was created to strike you at your most calm in order for the mutation to spark inside you, that's why I put you all in a tranquil trance. However, unbeknownst by the prophecy, Sam knew what was happening with you guys, making him a lot calming and accepting than anyone else around. My theory is that some residue light from the bolt latched onto Mr. Evans, causing a minor mutation within himself, that granted him with a small ability to aid you in your quest"

"What power does he have? He hasn't got a mark" Blaine asked.

"Adrenaline" Luna answered simply. "It seems that Sam is like a human battery. When one of you four are at your most desperate, your mark will glow and if Sam is around and is able to help, he will obtain your mark briefly and charge you up on contact. As you witnessed, Blaine became so enraged by the attack on his sister, that his mark set out a beckoning call for aid. This triggered Sam's mutation to answer Blaine's call, thus offering him adrenaline which as you saw, charges up your powers the its highest capability for a short period of time.

"The reason he isn't marked is most likely because the prophecy never registered him, nor was he fully mutated. He's more sidekick than hero, important in your aid, yes, but not one of you. That's important to remember. You are not the same as him since the storm, he is one thing and you are another. Just because he can provide you with help does not mean he is one of the Protectors of light."

"Can we tell Sam this?" Kurt asked with a frown as his brain tried to digest everything they had learned.

"I don't see why not, although Sam seems like a smart boy, he's probably figured out his role in all of this already" Luna replied as her eyes fell onto Santana's lap. "I must go now and I look forward to seeing you all in person at the end." she cocked her head to the side randomly and then smiled. "Before we finish here, there are two people that have a couple of words to say"

And before anyone could ask anything else, Santana's head fell limply on her chest. Kurt and Blaine looked at her still form with wide eyes while Puck frowned in bewilderment.

"Hello?" came a new feminine voice that caused Kurt's stomach to drop. "Kurt?"

"Mom" Kurt answered weakly as his throat began to constrict. Elizabeth Hummel may have passed away ten years ago, but Kurt had always remembered her voice, along with her scent. "I.. I never thought I would hear your voice again" he sniffed as he failed miserably to hold back tears. Feeling the pressure on his hand tighten reassuringly, Kurt turned slowly and saw Puck giving him a wide smile.

"Oh baby, I'm so proud of you" Elizabeth's voice came from Santana's bowed head.

"Why?" he sobbed uncontrollably. "I'm gay, unable to love and almost killed a man" he chocked out before he could stop himself. But it had been things that plagued him since they happened. When he came out to his father, he had wondered what his mother would've thought, when he ran from any commitment he would ask himself what his mom would say and when he attacked Drew, he sat in bed hoping that his mother didn't think of him as a monster.

"Don't be silly" Elizabeth said gently. "You are my son and I will always love you. Like your father said, we knew you were gay from when you were a toddler and we didn't care. You haven't shamed or upset me by refusing to commit to people, it's just hard seeing you lonely, but you know as well as I do that you're not incapable of love. When it comes to that man the other night, that was my proudest moment, Kurt. In the face of hate, prejudice and violence you remained pure of heart and compassionate. You are allowed to defend yourself from attack, sweetheart"

"I love you" Kurt croaked as he used his shoulder to wipe his face clean of tears.

"I love you too darling, never forget that. Noah?" Puck's eyes widened when Elizabeth addressed him while Kurt visibly stiffened. "I hope you're ready for this"

Kurt and Puck looked at each other with mirrored looks of puzzlement on their face as Santana fell silent once more.

"Noah Elijah, you little shit!" a voice rang out loudly, causing all three boys to flinch.

"Oh dear"

"Oh dear indeed" the voice continued. "Do you have any idea what I have had to see from where I am? Women old enough to be your mother Noah, your mother. Luckily my heart pact up already because I don't think I would be able to take it. Give an old girl a break"

"Hello to you too, Nana Connie" Puck laughed, answering the unaired question of both Blaine and Kurt. "Nobody told you that you have to watch me have sex with those woman" he called out, causing the other two boys to fake gagging noises.

"I don't watch the act you little pervert, but I see the seduction part, if you could call it that. Gosh, even your Grandpa was smoother then you" Connie shrieked. "Anyways, this is probably to only time I will get to speak to you again before you kick the bucket, so I guess I should give you some advice or some shit"

Kurt burst out laughing and Burt stared at Santana's limp form in horror while Puck just nodded eagerly. He had to deal with his Nana Connie for fourteen years and became accustom to her ways. Him and Sarah had always called her the original Puckerman badass, a title that she certainly lived up to.

"First off, well done for rebuilding a relationship with your Ma and maturing somewhat. Secondly, stop whoring yourself out to all these women, Noah. If you keep listening to your dick, you'll miss what your heart is telling you. Stop being so impulsive and just take a moment to think " Connie's voice came out sternly and then softened drastically. "Noah, if you ever feel yourself in a situation where you think people will abandon you for saying or doing certain things, please remember that 'those who mind, don't matter and those who matter, don't mind'. Take care of yourself."

The room fell into silence as Puck began thinking over the last bit of Nana Connie's message whilst Blaine and Kurt watched as Santana began to stir back to consciousness.

The truth was, Puck didn't really understand much about what his Nana had said, sure he know the Dr. Seuss quote, but he couldn't figure out why it was mentioned. To be honest, ever since the storm, he hadn't had much time to think about anything from his personal life. All his previous issues, problems and thoughts had taken a back seat and been replaced with all things 'star' related. Thinking briefly about it now, Puck couldn't even remember half the problems he had before the prophecy, and it worried him a bit. He felt like he was losing himself to his new identity that had been thrust upon him and almost felt guilty and ashamed for trying to sort through his personal shit when the world needed him focused. But if his Nana's words meant anything, it was to step back slightly and do some serious thinking and get his head in the game in both aspects of his life.

"Let's go home, we'll explain in the car" Blaine said softly to a groggy and confused Santana.

~*~*LIMA,OHIO *~*~

As they drove back to their home town, Blaine, Kurt and Puck filled Santana in on everything they had heard considering she couldn't remember anything past holding Blaine and Kurt's hand. Then discussed how they would go their separate ways once going home and meet up within the next couple of days to try formulate a plan, and by the time Kurt drove into Lima, everyone was excited to see their loved ones again.

"Who's that?" Santana asked as she craned her head to see a waving figure in the middle of the road, not two blocks from her house. As Kurt slowed down his Navigator to a halt, the person approached the car. "Who are you, bitch?" Santana asked as a tall, redheaded man opened the car door.

"Hi, you're the Protectors of light aren't you?" he asked with a smile as he look over at each of them. "My name is Jason" he introduced to the confused passengers and held his hand out for each of them to shake. "Just to warn you, the press and photographers are scattered everywhere"

"Oh my Gucci" Kurt said in awe as he stared into Jason's face. "We have the same eye color. I've never met anyone else with-"

"Kurt, stop flirting with the dude" Santana said and kicked the back of his seat, hard. "Thanks for the warning, Jason was it?" the man smiled brightly and nodded. "Do you think you could distract them for us?"

"Of course, I was planning on getting their attention anyway" Jason laughed as he casual unzipped his jacket and placed it in Kurt's lap, causing the pale boy to cock an eyebrow in intrigue.

"Wow, get in there Hummel" Santana laughed loudly as she watched a smirk cross Jason's face. "Someone's getting lucky tonight"

"Oh, please, I'm not going to fuck him" Jason chuckled and shook his head while loosening the top few buttons on his shirt. "No, I'm going to kill him" he said casually as he pulled the collar of his shirt aside to display a glowing yellow dragon tattoo.

Next Chapter: Secrets are revealed during the showdown against the dragon marked star and Kurt makes a shocking decision.

Good ol' Nana Connie.