A/N I was almost finished with Live Passionately Tonight when my laptop got a virus and crashed! So until I get it fixed and can hopefully retrieve the file, I'll work on my other stories. Thank you everyone who has been so patient with me!

I've revised my original plans for this story, and now that I have more of an idea where it's going, I should be able to update it more often!

Reviews always welcome!

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Perceptions

Kurt wasn't sure how he managed to get away without being discovered. When the MiB operative had turned around, he thought he was caught for sure, but the man hadn't seen him. If he hadn't been so freaked out over everything else, he might have given that more thought at the time, but his only thought was getting home.

Fortunately, who ever this man was seemed to think he had imagined what ever he thought he had heard, and continued his conversation.

"I'm sorry, thought I heard something. No, I can't tell you anymore about the case, you know that. Listen, you know I'm not supposed to tell you where I am, but I really need to see you, so I'm going to go off protocol here and tell you that I'm not that far from you. Can I come over tonight?"

While the guy was distracted, Kurt silently slipped away. He had to tell his dad, but what would he say that wouldn't freak him out or cause him to have another heart attack?

But when Kurt got home, he didn't get the chance to tell his dad anything, as Carole and Finn were there.

"There you are, kiddo! Where have you been?" His dad put an arm around him and pulled him into the living room before he could answer. "Carole and I have something we want to tell you boys."

Burt went to stand next to his classmate's mom, both of them beaming happily. Kurt didn't need a premonition to know what was coming.

Sure enough, Carole held up her left hand, showing off the engagement ring on her finger. "We're getting married!"

"Wha...?" Finn said, in a state of shock, but Kurt forgot about all his problems for the moment as he rushed forward to hug her, and then his dad.

"That's wonderful! I'm so happy for you! Both of you!" And he was, really. He knew his dad still loved his mother, but they had both moved on. It was good that his dad had found someone else to love. And while Carole was sweet and kind, she was also fierce and strong. She would be good for his dad.

They went out to dinner to celebrate, once they managed to snap Finn out of his state of shock, but Kurt couldn't relax. Now that he was aware that the MiB had some type of technology that enabled them to transform their appearance, he became increasingly aware of all the people around them. Was it possible that he was being watched even now?

"Something wrong, kiddo?" His dad asked, noticing his tension.

What could he say with Carole and Finn there? "I'm suddenly not feeling well. Do you mind if I head home and go to bed?"

He tugged at the chain around his neck with the Mirindian pendant hanging from it, hoping his dad would understand. The older man seemed to get the hint, and nodded.

"Okay, kiddo. Drive safe, and hope you feel better later." Kurt understood that to mean that his dad wanted to know what was really going on when he got back.

"Thanks dad. I'm sorry, Carole. Finn, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

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Kendall Remington left his boyfriend's apartment shortly after ten, feeling somewhat less guilty than he had since being ordered to kiss the Hummel boy, but something was still bothering him. Something about the Hummel kid. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

When he got back to the hotel, he was dismayed to discover Jacobi waiting for him.

"Where have you been?" His superior demanded.

"It was my night off. I needed some down time. Why?"

The other man snorted. "You shouldn't have bothered, you'll have plenty of down time for a while. We're being recalled after tomorrow."

"Since when?"

"Since the bosses at the top decided there was nothing to indicate any alien activity in the area. We're to finish out the day and report directly to Field Director Anderson, before heading home."

Kendall processed this information, merely nodded at the other man, before heading to his room, but he couldn't stop thinking that he was missing something. He got ready for bed, but couldn't sleep. Sighing, he decided to go over every step of his day in his mind to see if he could figure out what was bothering him.

The morning had been pretty normal. He'd monitored the boy with the chameleon suit up through lunch, and nothing seemed amiss. After lunch, he'd noticed the Hummel kid looking at the jock, Karofsky, and suddenly go pale. Hummel had then taken off down the hallway at a fast pace, though not running. Kendall had lost him in the crowd, but it was time for him to go off duty anyway. Jacobi would have been monitoring the video feed, and would know where the boy had gone. He'd have had Jefferson, Kendall's replacement, pick up surveillance, if necessary.

He'd returned to the truck, turned in his suit, and gone to get coffee while he tried to think of what to tell Brad about the kiss. His boyfriend knew he worked for the government, but thought he worked for the FBI. No one was supposed to know about the Alien Identification Task Force, despite those movies. Brad understood that he had to go undercover for his job, and that sometimes he had to do things he didn't want to do, and had never gotten upset when Kendall had had to kiss someone before. He hadn't really gotten upset this time, either, but understood how upset he'd been about being forced to kiss a teen-aged boy who had obviously hadn't been kissed before.

As he remembered the conversation at the coffee shop, Kendall frowned. He tried to picture the setting as clearly as he could, starting from when he'd pulled into the parking lot. He'd been lost in thought, but his training couldn't be forgotten, and he had scanned all the vehicles as he'd parked. His frown deepened. There'd been a Navigator parked on the opposite side of the building. Damn.

But that didn't mean anything. There were more than one of the SUVs on the road. It's possible it belonged to someone else. He tried to remember if anyone was in the shop when he entered. His head was down as he tried to think of a way to text Brad about what had happened, but it didn't feel right, and he realized he was going to have to call the other man, and at the time he'd really wanted to hear the older man's voice.

He'd received his order, and had scanned the room on autopilot once more as he'd turned to leave.

Crap. Why hadn't he paid more attention at the time? There had been a head of auburn hair near the back corner window, and the boy had looked right at him. Still, that didn't mean anything. The boy couldn't have recognized him. He'd never seen Kendall without the chameleon suit. But the boy continued to watch him as he'd left the shop. He could just see him out of the corner of his eye, but he really hadn't been paying attention, so wound up as he'd been.

And then during his call to Brad, he swore he had heard someone gasp behind him, but when he'd turned to look, there hadn't been anyone there. And when he'd finished his call, he had looked up and saw the Navigator pulling out. Could the boy have overheard him? Could he know he was being observed?

Kendall got out of bed and slipped his jeans and shoes on, and headed out to the surveillance truck, slipping into the back. No one was there at this time of night. He quickly brought up the cell phone tracking record from earlier that day. With the technology they had available, they were able to track a cellphone with an accuracy of up to three feet.

He began to swear as he realized the boy had been less than five feet from him as he'd been talking to Brad. But how had he not seen the kid when he turned around? He brought up all the security cameras in the area, searching for the correct time code.

There, he could see the boy sitting in the booth through a window from one of the parking lot cameras. He watched the boy stand and move out of view. He switched to one of the other cameras on the other side of the building near the door. He saw himself on the phone, and sure enough, the boy exited the building a moment later, standing next to the shrubs beside the door. It was obvious the boy had heard him.

He leaned closer to the screen, waiting for the moment he had heard the gasp, but suddenly the door of the truck swung open, revealing Marcus Jacobi standing there. Kendall quickly shut down the program before spinning to face his boss. If he had compromised himself, he certainly did not want this man to find out.

"Remington, what are you doing here?" The older man asked.

Thinking fast, Kendall shrugged. "I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd work on catching up on my reports for the Field Director. What are you doing here?"

"I forgot my phone charger. You can finish your reports tomorrow, go get some sleep."

Kendall couldn't come up with a reason to stay that wouldn't be suspicious, so simply nodded and left. He could review the footage tomorrow.

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Marcus Jacobi watched the younger agent walk back to the hotel, wandering what the man was hiding. He'd been acting strangely since he'd kissed that Hummel kid on the Field Directors orders. Was he developing feelings for the boy? Figures, pervert like that would go for the underage ones.

He turned back to the console, searching for his charger, and frowned. Remington had claimed to be filling out reports, but there were no papers anywhere in sight. Frowning, he sat down at the computer station, and checked recent activity. Remington had been watching surveillance footage from earlier today.

Jacobi wasn't as computer savvy as some of the younger agents, but it wasn't really that hard to find the feed the other agent had been watching. It was from a local coffee shop not far from the hotel. He brought up the feed, and saw Remington talking to someone on the phone, and the Hummel boy coming out of the coffee shop and stopping not far from the agent. It was obvious the boy was listening in on the conversation.

So, Remington may have compromised himself and the operation. Jacobi grinned. Now he'd have an excuse to get the homo off his team. He was about to send the video to the higher ups, with a note telling them how the agent had compromised himself, but froze as he watched the next sequence of events unfold.

"What the hell?"

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Kurt paced his room, too anxious to try and center himself to contact his mother. What was he going to do? Who could he trust if these people could disguise themselves as anyone? How much had they observed? Had they already found anything suspicious? Did they already have proof that he wasn't a hundred percent human? And how was he going to explain this to his dad without worrying the hell out of him?

When Burt had gotten home a couple of hours ago and asked Kurt what was going on, Kurt had panicked and told him he thought he might have developed some new power, but it had turned out just to be a reaction to something he'd eaten. Kurt could tell his dad hadn't fully believed him, but the older Hummel hadn't called him on it.

"Calm down, Kurt," He said to himself. Okay, so the MiB were still watching him, but they couldn't have found anything yet, or they'd have taken him in, wouldn't they? So, all Kurt had to do was keep his head down, act as normal as possible, and the MiB would have to give up, wouldn't they?

Kurt sat down on his bed, taking a deep breath, calming himself. So he couldn't trust anyone other than his dad. He'd just have to put on a performance. He could do that. He'd been pretending his life wasn't hell for the past two years. All he had to do was act like he had no idea anything had changed.