A/N So, I think this story is almost over. I think we'll have one or two more chapters after this one. Maybe three, I don't know just yet.

Reviews always Welcome!

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Falling For You

Kurt sat on the pink sand beach, his toes dipped in the warm amethyst waters of Mirindian. His mother sat beside him as they watched the twin suns begin to set.

"What are some of the other aliens out there like? You keep saying that you weren't the first to crash on Earth, and you've told me about that feline like alien that died at Roswell, but you haven't really told me anything about any other alien people."

His mom smiled at him. "Well, there are so many different species out there. It would take me years to tell you about all of them."

"Are there any in the same system as Earth?" Kurt asked.

El Zabeth shook her head no. "Earth is the only inhabited planet in your system. The next closest inhabited world to yours is in the Alpha Centuari system, but the life forms on the planet are still in the early stages of evolution, and have yet to reach the level of sentience to be considered an intelligent life form."

"Oh. Well, what about this system? Are there other inhabited planets here?"

"Just one, Irindias. The people there are physiologically similar to my people, although there are a few biological differences. Like the people of Mirindian, they have developed mental powers. As a race in general, they tend to be a bit arrogant, but they are fiercely loyal to those they are sworn to serve. I used to have an assistant from Irindias. He died in the explosion that sent me to Earth. Andr..."

Her words were cut off by a chime that sounded from the pendant Kurt wore. His mother frowned. "You must return to your corporeal self. Someone has disturbed your resting place."

Kurt jolted awake to the sound of someone knocking on his door.

"Kurt?" Blaine called out. "Is everything okay? You over slept!"

Blinking, Kurt glanced to his alarm clock and realized he'd forgotten to set it the night before.

"Crap! I'm fine!" he called out through the door.

"Okay. Hurry up and get ready. They'll only be serving breakfast for another thirty minutes."

He groaned. Thirty minutes would barely be enough time to do his hair. Good thing he didn't have to pick out an outfit for the day.

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He made it to breakfast, just barely, but oversleeping seemed to be just the beginning of his bad luck. In his rush to get to History class, he stubbed his toe on the stairs, and the throbbing pain was enough of a distraction that he missed some vital information about an upcoming test.

His foot was still hurting as he made his way to his Government class, and he was walking with a pronounced limp that made him late. He knew he could just heal it, but didn't want to risk drawing attention. Fortunately the pain did finally fade before the end of his second class, and he managed to make it to French on time, only to realize he'd forgotten his book.

When lunchtime finally came around, he was ready for a break. He dropped into his seat at the Warbler's table with a sigh, surreptitiously reaching down under the table to send healing energy towards his foot, which was still swollen. He knew the bone wasn't broken, the toe was just jammed.

"Something wrong?" Blaine asked, noticing Kurt bending over in his chair.

Kurt just shrugged. "I jammed my toe earlier, and it still hurts. I'll be fine."

The curly haired boy nodded. "Want me to get you a tray?"

"No, I'll get it in a minute. I have to be careful what I eat. Food allergies."

"Really? Me too. Gluten?"

Kurt nodded in surprise. "Shellfish and peppers too. And I can't eat too much salt."

Blaine smiled. "Stay here and rest your foot. I'll be right back."

Kurt watched the curly haired boy, surprised. He knew that gluten allergies were common, but he'd never actually met someone else with the condition before.

Blaine returned with a tray of melon balls, yogurt, and a low sodium, gluten free turkey wrap, along with milk and a bottle of water.

"Thanks."

As the rest of the warblers filed in and joined them, talk inevitably turned to the upcoming competition. He didn't know if he should be surprised that the Warblers were much better prepared than New Direction, who had a tendency to wait to the very last minute to throw together a set list.

He'd begun to relax, thinking his run of bad luck for the day was over when Trent tripped over Kurt's messenger bag as he got up to dispose of his tray, dumping left over spaghetti all over Kurt.

As the other boy sputtered apologies, Kurt told him not to worry about it, and headed back to the dorms to change his clothes and clean up. By the time he was clean and redressed, he knew he was going to be late for Chemistry, and decided to take the back staircase that lead directly to the science wing.

The staircase was deserted, all the other boys already in or on their way to class. He was halfway between the second and third floor when his injured foot gave out on him, and he began to fall forward. With a cry of shock, he tried to brace himself for the impact of falling down a half a flight of stairs.

But it never came. Instead he found his forward momentum suspended, and a gentle force slowly pushing him back upright. Blinking in shock, he looked around to see if anyone had witnessed the display of power. From somewhere above him he heard a door slam shut, but he didn't actually see anyone in the vicinity. He sat down on the step, shaken.

Had he used his telekinesis? It didn't feel like it had come from him, actually. He'd almost swear he'd felt someone else's energy surround him with a gentle warmth, as if to reassure him that he would be unharmed.

What did this mean? If he hadn't used his power to stop his fall, did that mean someone else had telekinesis? Could there possibly be another alien or part alien at Dalton? If so, who could it be? Did they know it wasn't safe to use their powers?

Oh Gaga! What if the MiB had seen what had just happened? Would they think Kurt was the one who caught himself in midair and floated back to his feet? He hadn't seen anyone in the area, but that didn't mean the MiB couldn't still be watching him.

Shaken, he got to his feet and went to his Chemistry class, his heart racing, expecting agents in black suits to spring up out of nowhere. He didn't breath a sigh of relief until after Warbler practice that afternoon. If the alien hunters had seen what had happened, he was sure they would have shown up by now to cart him away for testing.

But the question remained, who was the other alien at Dalton? He needed to figure it out so he could warn them that they could be being watched.