A/N As most of you know, I am currently working on multiple stories, and new ones keep percolating in my head all the time now. I will NEVER abandon a story, but with my mind going a million miles a minute, it may take a while to update some of them. Thank you all for being patient with me!

Reviews are always welcome!

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Close Encounter

"Prescription ready for Hummel."

Kurt glanced up, smiling, when he heard the pharmacist tech call out the name. He was in a good mood, humming the opening theme from Wicked as he glanced through the new issue of vogue that had been sitting out in the waiting room. His dad was being released today, and while Carole was helping him get ready for discharge, Kurt had volunteered to pick up the prescriptions the doctor had ordered.

He set the magazine aside and stood, going to the window. "For Burt Hummel?" He said politely.

"Yes, I have three prescriptions here for Mr. Hummel," said the bored looking woman. "This first one is a blood pressure medication, taken twice a day. The second one is nitro caplets, only to be used if Mr. Hummel is experiencing chest pains again. And lastly, this is a water pill, to be taken in the morning before breakfast. The doctor also wants him to take baby aspirin once a day, as well."

"Thank you," Kurt said, smiling at her. He took the small white paper bag with the pill bottles in it and headed back to his dad's room, still humming and smiling. He still couldn't believe he had healed his father. He had a power that he could really use, and his mother had been so proud when he had told her. Of course, this meant more training for him on her world, but he didn't mind. He was happy, because now he'd be able to heal the bruises and small injuries he suffered at the hands of the bullies.

His smile faded a little as he approached his dad's hospital room and spotted the man in the black suit coming out of the door. Another man in an almost identical suit was talking to one of the nurses. Just act natural, he thought. They don't know anything for sure.

Then why were they here? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to learn anything standing in the hallway. He entered his dad's room to find his old man sitting up in the chair, fully dressed, with Carole fusing around. She was clearly upset about something. His dad just gave him a speaking look, and he nodded back slightly as he listened to his dad's girlfriend rant.

"Honestly, is that where my tax money goes? Some whacked out secret agency that has nothing better to do than harassing a poor man who has just had a massive heart attack? And what kind of BS was that about alien intervention? I swear that man should be in a mental institution, not working for the government. Although, that would explain half the crap that comes out of DC. Oh, hello, Kurt," she said, spotting him in the doorway.

"What's going on?" He asked as casually as he could.

Carole shrugged as she finished packing up his dad's few personal items and the gifts he'd received while in the hospital. "Some how news of your dad's recovery got out, and some stupid government agency is trying to say he was healed by an alien!"

"What?" He said, looking at his dad again.

"I know, right?" She continued. "I mean, I'd believe a miracle from god before I'd think of an alien, and even then I'd give just as much credit to the doctors. And besides, if an alien did heal him, what's the big deal? It sounds like the being is here to help, so why would they be talking about national security and BS like that!"

Kurt could feel panic building inside of him, and looked at his dad for support. Burt gave him a reassuring smile, and laughed. "Don't worry, kiddo, Carole set them straight. The minute they started spouting the alien nonsense, she stepped up and explained the acupuncture treatments, and told them how ridiculous it sounds for someone to say aliens healed me."

Kurt relaxed again. "But how are you feeling? They didn't upset you or anything, did they?"

"I'm fine, Kurt. Ready to get out of here. Just waiting for the nurse to bring the release forms. And there she is now." He smiled at the woman who stepped in around Kurt. "Finally!"

She just laughed and smiled at him as she handed him the paperwork. Kurt offered to push the wheelchair while Carole took his belongings and went ahead to pull the car up to the curb. When father and son were alone, Burt took his hand. "Relax, Kiddo, they have no proof of anything. Just be careful around anyone you don't recognize."

"I know, dad. I just wish I knew how they found out about the healing."

"I don't know, bud. Just watch yourself until things die down."

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"Report," the voice demanded, sounding gruff. The field operative swallowed nervously. The section chief for the Midwest was notorious for his focus on details, and that was one thing that was lacking from his report.

"We received a tip from a reliable source stating that a young man had passed through the ICU at Lima General Hospital several days ago, and had noticed an unusual glow coming from one of the patient rooms. The young man mentioned it to his father, and was over heard by the informant. The informant had went to investigate, but by the time he reached the room, he found the patient awake, with a nurse taking his vitals. The only other occupant of the room was a teenager, who appeared to be sleeping."

"That's it?"

"We're continuing to investigate. Our experts are going over the medical files we confiscated to see if we can find any useful information."

"What about the witness? Have you questioned him?"

"Well, that's a problem. We don't know who it was. All the informant could tell us was that he was wearing a McKinley High School Letterman's jacket."

"Fine. Do we have someone who can go undercover at McKinley to find the witness?"

"Yes, I've already made arrangements. There is something else you should know as well. The patient, Burt Hummel, has a teenage son who attends McKinley as well. We speculate he was the teen the informant saw in his room at the time."

"Very well. Have the agent keep an eye on him as well."

"Yes, sir."

…

Kurt couldn't help studying the new kid in Glee club. He had to be gay. No straight boy would ever dye his hair like that, and this boy's hair was obviously dyed. He was good looking too, in a geeky space cadet kind of way.

Which made Kurt suspicious. After the close encounter with the Men in Black at the hospital, he was a little paranoid. The boy looked innocent enough, and seemed like your average awkward teenager, and probably was just that. But Kurt couldn't be careless. He would keep an eye on the new kid. And this weeks Glee assignment was the perfect opportunity. He'd convince the boy to partner with him, so he could learn more about him.

Or at least that was the plan. Damn Finn and his latent homophobic tendencies!