A/N Surprise! I've been working on this chapter for a long time, never satisfied with it until now! I promised you all I wouldn't give up on this story!

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Observations

Field Director John Anderson liked to think he was a reasonably intelligent man, and that he always learned from his mistakes. He also knew he could seem arrogant to others, and that was part of the reason he was stuck here in Ohio. It was also why he had a reputation as being the no nonsense head of the Midwest division of the Alien Identification Task Force, AKA The Men In Black.

He rolled his eyes at the euphemism, glad there was no one around to see him do so. For a supposedly 'secret' government agency, there were an awful lot of people who knew about them, thanks to that stupid movie, and their agents' predilection for wearing black suits. Rolling his eyes again when his own black suit reflected back at him as he stood in front of the window in his office, he turned away and went back to his desk to once again go over the report about the Hummel boy.

There had been no suspicious activity surrounding the boy, other than his father's remarkable recovery. Anderson was being pressured to end the investigation, but he couldn't help but feel that they were on to something with the boy. He believed Kurt Hummel was his ticket out of this place. If there was only someway he could keep watch on the kid without the department interfering.

He frowned when he glanced up at the picture frame on his desk. The smiling faces of his wife and son looked back at him. He focused on the curly headed boy, a thought forming in his head. If he could get the Hummel boy to Dalton, he'd be able to monitor him through Blaine. Discreetly, of course.

But how could he get the boy to transfer?

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Kurt had no idea when his life began spiraling out of control. Okay, so maybe he did know. Learning you were half alien could turn anyone's life upside down. But right now it wasn't his extraterrestrial DNA that was ruining his peaceful life. It had been several weeks since Karofsky had kissed him, and since Blaine had come to the school to help him confront the confused jock.

Things had been pretty calm since then, and Kurt was ready to forget the entire incident. That was until the football player had threatened to kill him if he talked about the kiss to anyone else. What made it even worse was that the other boy was still denying the kiss ever happened. That terrified Kurt even more than the threat, because if Karofsky was so determined to make the incident go away, he might just follow through on his threat and get rid of Kurt to keep him silent.

He'd been walking around the school in a state of fear ever since, flinching at every sound, every touch. He forgot to be wary that someone might learn his secret, or that the MiB could still be lurking around.

He'd almost sent Puck flying through the air the other day when the boy had come up behind him and slung an arm around his neck. He'd managed to pull back the burst of telekinetic energy when he recognized the taller boy, although Puck must of felt something, because he pulled his arm back almost immediately, muttering something about static electricity.

He knew he should tell his dad what was going on, but Burt had just announced the day before that he and Carole were getting married, and Kurt didn't want to stress him out too much. He had talked to his mom about it, but she had just reminded him that he needed to be careful. That was well and good, but what he really wanted was someone who would be there to protect him, or at the very least to make him feel safe.

An image formed in his mind, but he forced it away. He couldn't tell the other boy what was happening. He couldn't tell anyone at all. He was completely alone.

He closed his locker and turned to lean back against it, looking around him at the people rushing past him, each of them ignoring him. He might as well be invisible. He turned to look down the other way, startled to find someone looking directly at him.

They were standing at the far end of the hallway, not moving, not speaking to anyone. He never looked away. And then his form shimmered, and changed, and Karofsky stood there. Kurt felt panic rising inside him.

The sound of a locker slamming beside him startled him from his vision. He gasped, looking around. There wasn't anyone standing at the end of the hall. He knew immediately that what he had seen had been a premonition, but this one felt different. It wasn't like the others he had, where he he had seen something that was about to happen in time to prevent it. This one felt more like a warning. But what did it mean?

He hadn't recognized the guy who had morphed into Karofsky, he didn't look like a student at McKinley. He'd seemed older. And what did it mean that he'd turned into Karofsky? He needed to get out of there, to go somewhere, to think.

Grabbing his things, he shut his locker and hurried out to his car, but paused in the parking lot, not sure where to go. If he went home, he'd have to explain to his dad why. He just needed a place to think. And maybe a non fat mocha.

That was how he found himself at the Lima Bean fifteen minutes later, sitting at the table in the back corner, lost in thought as he warmed his hands on his coffee.

Had it truly been a vision? It hadn't felt the same as the others. In each of his other visions, he'd seen something that was about to happen, and usually just had enough time to prevent it. This time had been different. There had been no imminent threat. He didn't feel that sense of danger.

Well, that wasn't exactly true, he had been afraid, but it was a different fear. As if something had already happened that he wasn't aware of yet. Was the vision a warning that someone was on to him?

But why had the image of the guy transformed into Karofsky? Perhaps his psyche was just having a little break down. He was under so much stress, it was a wonder he hadn't done something drastic yet, such as set fire to his wardrobe.

He raised his cup to his mouth, but froze when someone walked into the coffee shop. It was the guy from Kurt's vision! Now that he had a good look at him, he could see that the other man was definitely older, though not more than ten years, probably less. He was about the same height as Kurt, with medium brown hair and green eyes. He was actually kind of good looking, though Kurt tried not to notice.

The man seemed distracted, staring at his phone, then sighing in frustration. It seemed as if he were struggling to write a text message. He gave up when his order was filled, and headed out. On instinct, Kurt followed him.

The man stood at the end of the sidewalk, his back to Kurt, and making a sound of resignation, dialed a number. Who ever he was calling must have answered.

"Hey! It's me. I miss you."

Kurt couldn't hear the other person's response, but listened in to the side of the conversation he could hear.

"Yeah, I know I don't usually call when I'm on assignment. I just...I kind of feel guilty about something, and needed to talk to you about it. You know I can't really talk about my work, especially when I'm undercover, but..."

The man seemed really upset about something, but what had Kurt's attention was the word undercover. Was the guy a cop?

"Look, Brad, you know I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you. It's just, I had to kiss someone, for this job. And I've been feeling guilty about it ever since. No! No! I didn't feel anything! The thing is, it was a boy, a teenager. Yeah. And It was pretty obvious he'd never been kissed before."

Kurt covered his mouth, but not before a small gasp of shock escaped his lips. The other man spun around, looking for the source of the sound, but his eyes seemed to pass right over Kurt as if he weren't standing there. As if he were invisible!

Kurt's mind couldn't register that at the moment. It suddenly all made sense. Karofsky wasn't the one who had kissed him! It had been this guy, who ever he was, somehow disguised as the jock! No wonder Karofsky refused to admit it! And no wonder he was so upset about Kurt saying anything! If this guy had been impersonating the bully, and kissed Kurt, basically outing the larger boy...

Kurt's thoughts came to a halt. Was Karofsky even actually gay? He thought back to the confrontation on the steps, the look on the other boy's face. It had been panic of the 'holy crap someone figured out my secret' variety. That kind of panic could make the football player do something drastic to keep his secret hidden, such as actually following through on his threat to kill Kurt.

Kurt was furious. His life was at risk now from the jock because of some stupid undercover...

Again his thoughts came to a halt. Undercover. This guy was some kind of cop, or agent. And he was watching Kurt. The MiB were still after him!