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"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner, sweetie?", Carole asked him when Kurt had told them he needed to leave now.

"No, I'm afraid", Kurt declined. He nervously looked to back. For some reason, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched. "My boss needs me back at work. We have that important project we are working on. And very powerful clients."

"But don't overwork yourself, okay?" Burt threw him a warning glance. "And call me as soon as the software is making trouble."

"I will, dad." He hugged his parents one last time before he left their porch. As soon as they had closed the door behind them, Kurt picked up on speed and turned around the corner. Someone was following him; he just knew it. Whether it were those Brainwarp-people? That would be all he needed.

Suddenly, he got knocked down from behind.

…

Mercedes was staring down her kiwi- smoothie while she listened to Santana brag about her sexy one-night stands she had in the past hundred years.

"Have you ever thought about…you know…a long-term thing?", she asked the Latina. "I don't want to say your lifestyle isn't good or something, but doesn't it get lonely?"

Santana just shrugged. "I love my life. Besides, commitment sucks. It never went well for me."

"What do you mean?"

"Being a lesbian during medieval times was a no-no. Hell, it still was until, like, ten years ago. You are damn lucky you can be yourself now, and I mean it."

"You still didn't answer my question, though" Mercedes put down her smoothie cup and threw the witch a scrutinizing glance. "Aren't you lonely?"

"Of course, I'm lonely, for fuck's sake!" Santana glared at the onlookers that looked at her weirdly because she had gotten loud. "I somehow need to fill the void in my pathetic life. I need to keep myself busy, or else, I have enough time to reflect on my crappy life. I've been around for almost four hundred years, but I get the feeling I achieved nothing so far. I'm a loser."

Mercedes shook her head. "I don't think you're a loser. You are special. Just don't give up, you have no idea what else life holds in store for you."

But the Latina just shook her head bitterly. "Yeah, maybe I'm special, but that sucks. Sometimes, my life sucks and there is nothing I can do about it."

…

When he came to again, he noticed that he was in an interrogation room of sorts, his hands were handcuffed. Kurt blinked because the lamp was shining into his face directly. Where exactly was he even? He looked around and noticed that he was not alone in the room.

"Slept well?" This someone stepped out of the shadow – and Kurt gasped for air, surprised.

"Blaine?" To be honest, he was a little relieved. He would have expected that Rex came jumping into the room with a sword to stab him.

"Small world, right?" Blaine went to the other side of the table and took a seat on his opposite. "You certainly wonder why we brought you here?"

"No, not really."

Blaine threw him a killing glance. "Admit it, you are working for Brainwarp!"

"What?" When he said that, Kurt needed to break into laughter. "You are kidding, right?"

"Lying is pointless. Tell me the truth."

"The truth is that I'm not working with, or for Brainwarp. I'm just a Fashion Stylist that wants to visit his family here in Lima." And the reason for his visit was to recharge and update the microchip in his brain – which was an irrelevant detail.

Blaine didn't look convinced. "And how do you explain this?" He retrieved a folder and took out a photo of a surveillance camera. That photo showed him, Santana, Rachel, Sam, Mercedes as well as the five Brainwarp members – before the aliens had attacked them.

"You have no context", Kurt defended himself. "We just talked. So?" He crossed his arms, already annoyed by the conversation. "I want you to let me go, or else, I will call the cops on you."

"Oh, really?" At that, Blaine cocked his right eyebrow before he retrieved something from his pocket. "What do you say about that?", he said smugly when he showed him his mark. "Detective Blaine Anderson of the only police Department in Westerville."

"Oh, you got to be kidding me!" Kurt scowled at him. "You are a cop? I bet you are one of those corrupt ones."

"I'm not corrupt! Major Anderson allowed me to-" Blaine trailed off when he noticed that Kurt was stifling his laughter. "What?"

"Oh, so your daddy allowed you to go chase an apparently evil pop band?"

Blaine angrily slammed his fist on the table. "No! It was my mom."

Kurt literally doubled up laughing. "Keeps on getting better and better!", he chuckled. "I'm sure she forced you to go to the police."

"That's not true", Blaine pouted. But then, he sighed and admitted sheepishly: "Okay, maybe one little bit…"

"You never even wanted to become a cop?"

"I don't want to talk about it", Blaine answered, sounding a little childish when he crossed his arms demonstratively.

Kurt just shrugged. "I don't even care anywa-"

"It's just, I never even wanted to become a cop!", he cut him off in a whiny way. "I never had a choice! My path was already set in stone."

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Kurt leaned back on his chair with a groan. Looked like this was going to be a long afternoon…

…

They left the mall after they had finished their smoothies. After they had put their shopping bags into the car, Santana and Mercedes decided to take a short walk to kill time. Rachel had texted them she would come in one hour, as for the guys, neither had given them any life signs so far, so they just assumed they were fine.

"I don't want to fall for someone I'll outlive anyway", Santana just explained to her. "Sometimes, being immortal sucks."

"I get where you are coming from, I really do", Mercedes answered empathically. "But everyone is allowed to be happy, even witches. Even if your time with the love of your life is limited."

Just at that moment, a gang of shady looking men were cutting off their path. "Where are you going, ladies?", the scrawniest one asked them.

Santana craned her chin. "That's none of your business, so move your asses out of the way. Now." She had clenched her right hand to a fist and looked like she would use her powers on them any moment.

Scrawny man number two grabbed her by the elbow. "You've got a lot of nerve saying that to my face", he growled. "Don't you want to make up for it?"

"Fuck you", Santana hissed at him.

"I'm gonna call the cops if you don't let go of her now", Mercedes spoke up while she retrieved her phone. But before she could take it out, the third man had already snatched it out of her pocket and smashed it to the ground. The display cracked immediately.

"Hey!", she complained. "That phone was new!"

"Come with us, ladies, and we won't be so hard on you", the second guy said.

Santana just cocked her eyebrow when she looked at his pants. "Are you sure?"

"Shut up!", he roared angrily and tightened his grip around her arm. Santana bit her lower lip to not yelp in pain.

When the first guy wanted to grab Mercedes, she just threw him a killing glance. "Do not even think about touching me."

"Don't fight it, babe", he said seductively. "You know you want it."

That's exactly when her fight-or fight instinct was kicking in. She threw her hands up for protection, but for some weird reason, a bright and dazzling light suddenly illuminated the sinister side street.

"Motherfucker!", one of the guys screamed.

The girls used the chaos to their advantage to escape. Santana kicked guy number two in his crotch, and he screamed in pain. Mercedes ran past guy one and out of the sidestreet.

"What the hell have you just done?", Santana asked her, completely flabbergasted.

"I have absolutely no idea", Mercedes answered while they were running. "But I'm sure I have seen Soraya use these powers in my dreams."

"Can you do it again?"

"I don't know, how, to be honest."

All out of breath, they arrived at the parking of their Prius and quickly got in.

"Shouldn't we think about changing the license plate one day?", Mercedes wondered, trying to distract herself from the fact that they almost got raped in some sidestreet.

Santana shook her head. "Already did it yesterday. Witchcraft is just awesome, isn't it?"

They startled when someone was knocking on the window of the right side of the car. Luckily, it was just Rachel.

"Why did you lock the car?", she asked when she got in.

Mercedes and Santana just exchanged nervous glances. "Long story…"

…

"I never even wanted to join that lame football team!", Blaine narrated his sad life story.

In the meanwhile, Kurt had put his head on the table and was enduring the other man's pathetic CV for over thirty minutes now. Gosh, that was worse than torture.

"But my older brother Cooper also went when he was in highschool, so I had to join as well. No one ever came up with the idea that I had other interests. And of course, I needed to go to police academy right after highschool."

Kurt wondered whether there was a way for him to commit suicide to escape that boring lecture. Maybe slam his head on the desk repeatedly?

"What did you want to do instead?" Why was he even asking? He didn't even care!

"I always dreamt of making it big on Broadway."

"Seriously, what is it with people and Broadway?", he couldn't help but comment. "Yes, I used to have the same dream, but then, I changed my mind." That he only did because he didn't get into NYADA was irrelevant.

Blaine looked at him with interest. "Really? And I used to think you were just some shallow one-dimensional gay Fashion Stylist."

Kurt jerked up his head at that. "Excuse me?"

"No offence, but you are so full of clichés, it's as if you were straight out of a picture book."

"Full of clichés, you say?" Kurt's right eye was twitching irritatedly. "Sounded different at the bar in PA."

"I somehow needed to bait you for the mission. In reality, you're not my type. Sorry."

That hit way too hard. "Not your type? Not your goddamn type?! Why in the world am I not your type? I mean, I clearly am awesome and-" Kurt trailed off sheepishly when Blaine threw him a weird glance. "I see now what you mean…"

"I mean, you're nice and all, but I don't do relationships anymore."

"Neither do I, so your loss, not mine." Kurt demonstratively crossed his arms. And then, he got up. "It was nice chatting with you, but I think I will leave now. I'm sure my friends are already waiting for me."

Blaine looked at him with a scowl. "You stay right here! Besides, you won't come far, you're handcuffed, and I locked the door."

"Oh, you mean those handcuffs?" Kurt looked down on the handcuffs in his hand. He had freed himself long ago.

"How did you…?"

"I think I forgot to mention I'm in the possession of bionic abilities, right? I guess that's not that clichéd anymore." Kurt fluttered his eyelashes innocently. He walked to the door and turned the doorknob. "Oh, I'm also sort of technopathic thanks to an update of the microchip in my brain, and your surveillance cameras are all out of commission now. You're welcome."

Blaine was just staring at him with an open mouth while he walked out of the door. Outside waited his older brother Sergeant Cooper Anderson. When he was about to retrieve his gun, Kurt hissed at him with electrical sparks coming out of his fingers: "Don't even think about it." Cooper slowly put his hands away from his pistol.

As if he didn't just get abducted, Kurt left the building, whistling on his way. Cooper and Blaine just exchanged glances, at a loss of words.

…

"Where the hell have you been?", Mercedes asked the guys with her arms crossed when Kurt and Sam returned to their meeting point a couple of hours later.

"Sorry I needed to escape because I got kidnapped", Kurt muttered under his breath.

Sam, on the other hand, stayed silent.

"Does anyone want to talk about how his or her day went? Anything worth to mention?", Rachel asked in the round.

"Nope", Mercedes and Santana said at the same time.

"Nothing", Kurt agreed.

"Yup, absolutely nothing exciting happened today", Sam agreed. "Nothing that would be worth telling you."