A/N So, I'm pretty sure this is going to be the next to last chapter, but I could be wrong, I might write more later in one shots, but for this main part of the story, yeah, it's almost over. Thank you to everyone who has stuck it out with this story. I know there were quite a few gaps along the way to completing it.

I should have the next chapter of Music and Lyrics up Sunday or Monday night, and another chapter of Somewhere, Ohio by Thursday.

Reviews are always welcome!

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Secrets

Field director Anderson stared down at the tiny device in his hand, contemplating. If he used this, he'd run the risk of his son learning his secret, but he'd be able to prove once and for all if the Hummel boy was an alien, and he'd also lure out the other alien at Dalton.

Blaine was bound to learn the truth someday, anyway. But would his son hate him for doing this? It was possible. They didn't have as close of a relationship as he'd hoped to have with a child of his, and he knew that was partly his own fault. He'd hoped Blaine would be more like him, but as the boy had gotten older, he'd realized that they were very different people. Or so he thought. Perhaps they were more alike than he'd ever noticed.

Sighing, he picked up his phone and dialed.

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Kendall Remington had always considered himself to be a good agent, never questioning orders, never wondering what happened to those aliens they had identified and taken in. There hadn't been many, as far as he knew. He'd only ever come face to face with one confirmed alien before. He'd looked like a kindly old man who grew prize winning roses and lived with his pet gerbil.

The alien had been harmless, had never done anything to anyone. His neighbors claimed he was always helping out in any way he could, but mostly just tended his garden. It had been the giant alien vegetables that had drawn attention to him.

Kurt Hummel was also harmless, as far as he could see. The boy had a rough life, constantly tormented for his sexuality. Despite that, he seemed to be one of the most well adjusted people he'd ever met, and had started coming out of his shell more now that he was at Dalton.

He was really starting to admire the boy, and seriously hoped they never found proof the boy was an alien, but what if they did? Could he really sit back and allow the boy to be taken in? Fortunately, he had a secret back up plan...

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The alien watched the boy from the shadows, knowing it had been a mistake to use his gifts to keep the boy from falling on the stairs, but he'd reacted on instinct. Something in him compelled him to protect the boy at all cost.

From the moment he'd laid eyes on the pale boy, something inside him had taken over. He'd had to force himself to act normal around his friends, to not give away his secrets. He'd always sensed there was something different about himself, that he wasn't like the other boys, but he hadn't understood how.

He hadn't even known he had any kind of powers until the other boy had shown up. He'd wanted to talk to someone about it, but some part of him told him to keep it to himself, that if anyone found out, he'd be made to disappear. Each time he'd used his powers, he hadn't really known what he was doing, he just knew what needed to be done, and it seemed to happen without his conscious thought.

What was it about Kurt Hummel that made him feel this way? And how did being around him bring out these powers, and the need to protect him?

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For the past week and a half, Kurt had been on edge. Ever since the incident on the stairs, he'd been trying to observe his surroundings, trying to find the other alien among them. Did the other alien know what Kurt was? Did they know what they were? What planet were they from?

He hadn't told his mother about what happened, although he'd visited her a few times since. He didn't know why he didn't say anything about it to her, but it seemed like something private, just between him and the other alien, even if he didn't know who it was.

She'd noticed he'd been distracted though, but he managed to convince her he was just thinking about Sectionals, which would take place the next day.

Wes had called for one last rehearsal after dinner, and they had gone over their songs one last time, until the lead councilman was satisfied they had everything nailed down.

Kurt was heading back to his dorm afterwards, and at first he didn't even notice that anything was wrong. He slowly became aware of a high pitched humming noise from a classroom as he passed, and suddenly his amulet let out an answering squeal. He quickly clamped his hand over it, looking around desperately to make certain no one had noticed. No one else appeared to be around, which was good, because a voice began to emanate from the egg shaped crystal.

"Language detected, attempting to translate..."

Language? That high pitched noise was a language? Was it the other alien? Kurt glanced around once more, then slipped into the dark classroom. It appeared to be empty at this time of night, but the noise continued.

"Translation complete," the sound of his amulet speaking again startled him in the dark. "Language identified as Irindi. Translation, 'found you.'"

Suddenly Kurt felt himself floating as gravity seemed to be suspended. He panicked, certain he wasn't accidentally using his telekinesis to make himself float. He struggled, trying to orient himself upright, but his sense of up and down was confused as he was suspended about four feet off the ground. He tried to reach out and grab on to the teacher's desk, but the action caused him to rotate.

Wait a minute, why wasn't the furniture floating? He forced himself to calm down and glance around the room again. Nothing else was floating, just him. Was the other alien toying with him? Using telekinesis to make him float? It didn't feel the same as when he'd tripped on the stairs. This definitely felt like the weightlessness of zero gravity.

"Kurt!" Blaine called out in shock from the doorway. "What's going on?" The curly haired boy stepped forward, but the moment he crossed the threshold, his feet left the floor as well. "Whoa!"

"Blaine!" Kurt said, trying to move closer to the shorter boy.

"Kurt, what is happening? How are we floating?" Blaine sounded more scared than Kurt felt.

"I don't know! I heard a noise, and came in to investigate, and suddenly I was swept off my feet!" Kurt replied, trying to swim through the air towards the younger boy.

"It's a gravity trap," a third voice said, causing both boys to turn towards the door, or try to, as they heard it close. Kurt recognized the man from the coffee shop. The man seemed to have no problem remaining grounded in the weightless atmosphere, and seemed to be searching for something. "It only works on certain non terrestrial DNA."

"Who are you?" Kurt asked, while Blaine looked even more scared and confused.

"Non terrestrial?" The curly haired boy asked.

"I'm agent Kendall Remington of the Alien Identification Task Force."

"The MiB?" Kurt demanded.

"Yes," The other man seemed distracted as he spotted a small device on the seat of one of the chairs. He reached out and snatched it up, fiddling with it for a moment. Suddenly Kurt and Blaine fell to the floor. "Sorry about that. We need to hurry and get you both out of here before my boss arrives!"

"I'm not going anywhere with you!" Kurt said, helping Blaine to his feet. "I won't let you make us disappear!"

"What? No!" Kendall said, still inspecting the room. "I'm trying to help you! I've been watching you for weeks now, and I know how bad things have been. I can help you both. My uncle Rod is a news caster in Lima. We can go to him, tell him your story, make it impossible for the government to make you disappear!"

"That won't be necessary," a voice said from the shadows in one corner. "I admire your willingness to aide the boys, Agent Remington, but I assure you, making them disappear is the last thing I want."

As he spoke, Field director Anderson released the illusion he had built and stepped out of the shadows.

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry Blaine, this was not how I intended for you to find out." He smiled reassuringly at the dark haired male.

"Dad?" Kendall echoed.

Anderson ignored him and turned to Kurt. The words that spilled forth from the older male's mouth were unintelligible to the other three, but Kurt's amulet was quick to translate.

"Language identified as Irindi. Translation, 'Greetings, Kur'Tas, son of El Zabeth. I am Andreth, head of the Imperial High Guard of Irindias. I have been searching for you for sixteen years.'"