A/N So, just how did Kurt get away without being seen? Did he turn invisible? Has he realized what he did yet?

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A Strategic Move

Field Director Anderson watched the video clip a third time before sitting back in his seat to study the agent sitting across from him.

"Have you shown this to anyone else? Did you speak to the agent involved?" He asked. He was fairly certain of the answer, but he needed to make sure. Agent Jacobi wasn't well liked by his fellow agents, for many reasons, his homophobic and misogynistic views chief among them.

"No, sir. I came straight to you."

Director Anderson nodded. That would make the situation much easier. He stood and moved around the desk. "Thank you, Agent Jacobi. You did the right thing."

He offered the other man a handshake, and patted him on the shoulder when he stood to accept. The agent didn't even feel anything as Anderson injected him with the serum, simply slumped forward, unconscious. The field director dropped the micro syringe, which looked like a typical thumb tack found in any office supply store, into the trash. He then pressed a button on his desk.

"I need a pick up for reassignment. And locate agent Kendall Remington. I want him in my office, ASAP."

The ambiguous voice on the other end of the intercom replied affirmatively. A moment later, two forms entered his office and picked up the unconscious male. Anderson watched them carry him out of the office, and then sat back down.

He hit play on the video clip again. It showed the Hummel boy standing near Agent Remington as the agent spoke on the phone. It is clear the boy overhears something, because he gasps and covers his mouth. Agent Remington must have heard him, and began to spin around towards the sound, but the moment the operative begins to move, the camera lens shatters for no apparent reason.

He slows it down until it goes frame by frame. Hummel gasps. His hand flies up to cover his mouth as Remington begins to spin around. Anderson watched again and again, frame by frame. He almost missed it, it happened so quickly. A millisecond before the lens begins to crack into thousands of little bits, the boy's form begins to waiver, almost the way a still photograph seems distorted when the person in it moves when the shutter goes off and the person looks blurry.

He sat back in his chair, contemplating. It could be just a coincidence, a trick of the camera as the lens begins to crack. He needed to speak with Remington, find out what he saw when he turned around.

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Kurt was jumpier than usual the next week at school. He had finally managed to visit his mother the other night, and she had agreed that he needed to act as normal as possible until he was certain the MiB were no longer following him. It had been as he was talking to her that it finally penetrated his conscious that the agent had looked right in his basic direction and hadn't seen him.

"Did I turn invisible?" He'd asked.

"I'm not sure. What did it feel like?" She'd asked in return.

"I don't know, I was just so scared and angry."

She nodded at him. "Did you feel hot or cold? Do you remember if you were shaking, or did it feel like you were frozen in place?"

Kurt thought about it for a moment. "I was shaking, and then I felt heat building inside me."

El'Zabeth nodded in understanding. "Molecular agitation."

"What?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"Your molecules responded to your fear and the chemicals that it produced, causing them to agitate at an accelerated rate. Your body began to vibrate at a rate that would have been too fast for the human eye to see. The agent looked right at you, but because you were vibrating so fast, he wouldn't have seen you."

"So I was invisible?"

She shook her head. "No. Invisibility is an illusion," she paused, trying to think of a way to explain the difference. "I'm not sure if there is a way to make you understand. Illusion takes time to build, and concentration is key. You literally have to be as still as possible, even the smallest movement can shatter the illusion, and those who have this ability generally feel cold while maintaining the appearance they are trying to hold. That is a skill that takes years to master."

That had reminded Kurt of something. "The guy who had been following me could apparently alter his appearance. Was he using illusion? And wouldn't that make him an alien, too?"

Again his mother shook her head. "More than likely they were using some kind of device to project an image. As I've mentioned before, other lifeforms have visited your planet. The government most likely has acquired some non-Terran technology to aide in their pursuit of extraterrestrial beings."

They had talked for a while about how to know if there were MiB nearby, but it really just came down to Kurt keeping his head down and not drawing attention.

Which is what Kurt was attempting to do, but the fact that every sound, every glance in his direction by someone he didn't know had him on edge. And every time he caught a glimpse of Karofsky out of the corner of his eye, or heard the sound of his voice down the hallway, Kurt felt like his heart would beat out of his chest.

People were beginning to notice. He overheard Rachel and the girls talking about how pale and thin he was getting. It felt good to realize his friends cared about his well being, and he wished he could reassure them that he would be okay, but what could he tell them?

The only time he felt relaxed was when he met Blaine for coffee on Wednesday afternoons. He didn't know what it was about the other boy, but when ever he was near, Kurt felt protected, safe. Of course he wasn't dumb enough to think he could share his secrets with the other boy, but it was nice to not be on his guard now and then. He wished he could transfer to Dalton just so he could experience that feeling more often.

As preparations for his dad and Carole's wedding went along, Kurt found it was another distraction he was thankful for. He loved seeing his dad so happy, and was excited when his dad had asked him to teach him to dance so he wouldn't make a fool out of himself at the reception. Finn agreeing to dance lessons too was just icing on the cake.

Until Karofsky showed up. Or was it the fake Karofsky? Kurt couldn't tell, but it didn't matter. His dad had learned about the bullying, and the death threat. His dad had immediately demanded to see the principal, and while they were waiting in a separate room from the Karofskys, Kurt had to explain about the MiB operative. He didn't mention the kiss. His dad would have torn the school apart looking for the agent.

Karofsky's expulsion had given Kurt a little breathing room, though he knew it still wasn't safe. Just because the MiB wouldn't be able to use the jock's form to keep tabs on him, didn't mean that they weren't still watching him. But it did mean that he didn't have to fear the real Karofsky ambushing him in the hallways one day when no one else was looking.

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Kendall Remington had thought he was a dead man when he'd walked into the Field Director's office just over a week ago and had been shown the clip of the Hummel boy standing behind him as he talked to his boyfriend on the phone. Instead, the director had asked him about what he had seen when he had turned around, since the camera hadn't picked that up.

He'd replied honestly, that he hadn't seen anyone standing there, and had no clue how the Hummel kid had avoided being detected. He thought the director would berate him for being incompetent, but he'd been wrong again.

"Agent Remington," Director Anderson had said, leaning forward in his seat. "I am convinced that the Hummel boy is something other than what he seems, but my superiors aren't so sure. They think this investigation is a waste of time. I managed to convince them that I could get the proof if they would just be patient. They've agreed, but they will only allow me to keep one agent on this case. I think you are the only one I can trust on this. But I need you to trust me, as well. Can you do that? Trust my instinct, and do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you?"

"Y-yes sir," he'd stammered, surprised that he wasn't being fired.

Field Director Anderson smiled at him. "Good. Take a couple of days off, I need to set some things in motion, get the ball rolling so to speak. I will call you when I need you."

The director had called him two days ago, and told him he was to resume his observation of the Hummel kid, and when an opportunity arose, to use the Karofsky disguise as a way to nudge the boy into transferring to a different school. Kendall wasn't sure why that would help, but he did as instructed, mocking the boy in front of his father and feeling like a bastard for doing so.

And the move hadn't seemed to work, all it did was get the jock expelled. The field director had been pleased at the development, however, and had told him to just have patience. And the director seemed to know what he was doing, because the boy seemed to come out of his shell some after that, showing more confidence. Perhaps he'd become over confident and make a mistake.

As Kendall learned more about the boy, he started to have more respect for him. He watched him laugh and smile at the wedding (which Kendall had attended in disguise) and wanted to cheer when the boy's new stepbrother pulled him up on stage at the reception and danced with him. If the boy wasn't suspected to be an alien, Kendall thought he'd have liked to mentor the boy, to let him know he wasn't alone.

The day after the wedding, in the guise of the red headed guidance counselor, he almost felt disappointed when the boy learned that Karofsky had won his appeal and would be returning to school the following week. The Field Director would be happy to learn that his plan was working. Kurt Hummel was transferring to Dalton Academy. Kendall only wished he knew why it was so important for the boy to change schools.