A/N So, another story coming to an end! Thank you all for joining me on this journey! And Yes, I am considering doing a sequel! Not sure when I will get around to writing it, but I'll let you all know when it comes to me!

I know this is way later than I promised. I was all set to post it on Wednesday night, but realized I had left out a scene. So I went back to add the scene Thursday, but it was really late at night and I fell asleep before I could finish it. When I proof read it on Friday, I decided I hated the first part, so had to rewrite it. Then I've been kind of spaced out on cough medicine all day, and forgot to post it!

Reviews Always Welcome!

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The Truth is Out There

Blaine had no clue what was happening. For the last few weeks, his life had been turned upside down. Literally. It had started the day after Kurt had come to spy on the Warblers, and he'd gone home to have dinner with his dad. Well, actually, that wasn't true. It had started the moment he'd touched Kurt's hand, really.

When their hands had met, Blaine had felt an instant connection to the paler boy, and something like an electric shock had gone up his arm. A pleasant shock. It had made it's way to his chest, and had filled him with warmth.

Later that night when his dad had asked him about Kurt, something had switched on inside of him, a need to protect the other boy at all cost. That night, instead of going back to Dalton, Blaine had spent the night in his own bed.

He'd dreamed of an alien world with two suns. It had been beautiful, and when he woke up, he'd felt a peacefulness he'd never felt before.

Until he realized he was hanging upside down in mid air.

As soon as he'd begun to be afraid, he had lowered slowly down to his bed. It had freaked him out, but he instinctively knew he couldn't tell anyone what had happened. Nothing else had happened after that, and he'd almost convinced himself that it had just been part of his dream. Almost.

It was as he was showering that morning that he noticed the faint mark on his chest, directly over his heart. It looked like two concentric circles, each with a line diagonally run through them.

And then Kurt had called, upset about some jock. When they had confronted Karofsky on the stairs and the larger male had pushed him, Blaine had felt power surge through him. He didn't know where it came from or what would have happened if he'd unleashed it, because Kurt had pulled the bully off him. As quick as it had arisen, the power faded as the threat was removed.

Again nothing else seemed to happen for a couple of weeks, and once again Blaine had shrugged it off as imagination, nothing more than a surge of adrenaline. He and Kurt fell into a routine of meeting once a week for coffee, and each time they met, Blaine felt more and more protective of the boy. And he noticed that the strange mark on his chest became more and more noticeable.

And then one day, he'd been sitting in Calculus, listening to Mr. George lecture on formulas that Blaine had mastered in sixth grade (he'd always been exceptionally good at math and science,) when he'd felt a stinging sensation over his heart, right where the mark was. He'd gasped out in shock as he was suddenly filled with the certain knowledge that Kurt was in danger, and he'd rushed out of the class, throwing an excuse of feeling like he was going to vomit to the startled teacher.

He wasn't sure where he was going, but he drove on instinct until he was near the coffee shop he and Kurt frequented. He spotted the glasz eyed boy's navigator parked in the shop's parking lot. Even as he spotted the vehicle, his eyes were drawn to the boy who was just exiting the coffee shop, obviously following the man on the phone.

Blaine didn't know exactly what was happening, his hand seemed to act on it's own as he raised it out the window, palm facing the security camera focused on Kurt and the other man, and that surge of power rose inside him again. A fraction of a second letter he saw the glass of the camera lens basically turn to dust.

Not wanting to be spotted, he had driven back to Dalton and locked himself in his dorm room, claiming to be ill when Wes had knocked on his door to remind him of Warbler's practice. It hadn't really been a lie, he really felt shaky and weak, as if he'd run a half marathon without drinking any water.

He'd taken a bath and submerged himself in lukewarm water, something that had always made him feel better when he was younger. He soaked for more than an hour, just letting everything drift away on the water. When he emerged, he felt much better, and his thoughts were much clearer. He still had no idea how any of this was happening, and he knew he couldn't tell anyone, but he needed to figure out what all he was capable of.

He tried doing some research on the internet, but other than learning about telekinesis, he hadn't been able to find much information. He decided instinct had served him well so far, and decided to just do what his gut told him. It had taken a bit of practice, but he had been able to levitate several items in his room that night. It had left him feeling tired, but he practiced every night for a couple of weeks.

That was when Kurt had transferred to Dalton.

When the other boy was close, Blaine found it much easier to move objects, and he didn't feel as tired. Which turned out to be a good thing when he saw Kurt begin to fall on the stairs, and had reacted instantly to protect him. He knew the other boy wouldn't understand what had happened to him, and when Kurt had turned to look up the staircase, Blaine had ducked out into the arts hallway.

He'd half expected Kurt to be talking about the incident at dinner, but the pale boy had been quieter than usual, glancing around him as if looking for someone. That had made Blaine feel paranoid himself, and he'd begun watching his surroundings himself.

He'd been following Kurt after Warbler practice earlier tonight when he had heard a strange squeal coming from one of the classrooms. Kurt had obviously heard it as well, and had clutched at something around his neck, Blaine slipped out of sight as Kurt looked around anxiously, before slipping into the classroom where the noise had come from. Blaine had moved closer, and had been surprised when he heard a computerized voice announce that the noise they'd heard was a language, and had translated it.

It had been Kurt's startled cry that had propelled Blaine over the threshold, flipping the light on as he entered, shocked not only to find Kurt defying gravity, but to have his own feet leave the ground, as well.

The appearance of the strange man, claiming to be with the Alien Identification Task Force, had just added to Blaine's growing confusion and fear. Alien? As in not of this planet? Blaine wasn't sure what to believe.

And then to top it all off, his dad had appeared out of thin air, and spoken to Kurt in some...alien language. Was it any wonder that he'd kind of freaked out from information overload, and had blacked out?

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"I think he's coming around," Kurt said, watching the younger male slowly try to open his eyes. Kurt's mind had been racing a mile a minute, thoughts popping up randomly.

Blaine was the other alien.

The MiB had found him.

Blaine had saved him on the stairs.

Blaine's dad was the head of the MiB.

Blaine's dad was an alien.

Blaine is an alien! (YES!)

As the younger boy opened his eyes, Kurt smiled down at him. The shock of everything must have overwhelmed the honey eyed boy. "Feeling better?" He'd sent a small amount of healing energy into the boy, willing him to remain calm.

Blaine blinked at him, and then looked around the room, spotting his dad and the other man he didn't recognize talking in the corner.

"It wasn't a dream?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not," Kurt replied. "Bit of a shocker, isn't it?"

"My dad is an alien?"

Kurt nodded.

"And you?"

Kurt nodded again. "Well, half alien, like you. My mother is from a planet called Mirindian. It's in the same system as Irindias, which I believe is where your dad is from."

"That is correct, Kur'Tas. Both planets are in the Birindian system." Kurt inspected the older male as he came closer.

"My mother told me you died in the explosion that knocked her escape pod off course, causing her to crash land in Indiana. She said you were her aide."

The other alien inclined his head. "There are some details your mother was unaware of. The High Council of Mirindian was made aware of a plot to assassinate your mother before she could reach the Kelpernus conference. I was assigned to pretend to be her personal assistant while I sought out the assassin.

Unfortunately, I had miscalculated, and the assassin did not attempt a straight forward attack, but instead sabotaged the shields. When I discovered your mother had been taken to an escape pod without me, I tracked down the crew member, and realizing he was the saboteur, convinced him to confess everything. He informed me that he had disabled the emergency beacon on your mothers escape pod, and aimed it towards earth's moon.

I commandeered a second pod, managing to escape just seconds before the explosion. Unfortunately the blast sent me hurtling away from the Earth. I managed to reprogram the pod's navigational program and redirect it towards Earth, as I had seen your mother's pod drift off course. Sadly, my pod only had minimal thrusters, so it took me weeks to reach Earth's atmosphere.

My pod went down in the Gulf of Mexico. Fortunately, Irindias is an oceanic planet, and my people are well suited to survive on both land and water. Regrettably, when I reached shore, I discovered members of the Alien Identification Task Force searching the area. It was a good thing I had my chameleon suit and that it wasn't damaged in the crash. I disguised myself as one of them, figuring it would be the easiest way to locate your mother. But that was where my good fortune ran out. There was no evidence of your mother anywhere in their database."

Kurt had listened to the man's story, and while it did raise a few questions, he was certain the man was telling the truth.

"My mother's people came for her when I was eight," he said. "They had been searching for her for so long, they had almost given up on finding her."

Andreth nodded. "I was aware when a Mirindian rescue ship entered Earth's solar system. I had managed to forge documents that allowed me to drop my disguise and work among the MiB, as you Earth people have a tendency to call them. It was the perfect way to search for your mother, and protect other aliens who became stranded here in one way or another.

I attempted to contact the ship, but my communication device had been damaged in the crash. I had been working on repairing it, but I could not lock on to their frequency."

Kurt frowned. "Your people don't know you are alive?"

The older male shook his head no. "I have been trying to contact them for sixteen years. That is why I have been searching for you. I knew your mother was nearing the Ba'rith, her people's sexual maturity. I knew that her biological needs would bring her to mate with a human. I assume your mother would have explained that part to you?"

Kurt nodded. "Her people can only conceive once in their lifetime."

"Yes, one of the few ways our people differ. The Irindi have three mating cycles during our life span. Sadly, my bond mate died a few years after our first cycle. I was left alone to raise our child. When I was assigned to protect your mother, I left my child, Ku'par, with my mate's parents."

Blaine sat up in shock. "You have another son?"

Andreth looked at him with a sadness in his eyes. "Yes. I've wanted to tell you about him for a very long time. He must be a grown man now, with a child of his own. He was ten when I was called away. He probably believes I am dead."

The older man looked away. "For the first year I was here, all I could think about was him. I thought I would spend the rest of my life on Earth, alone, while he continued his life thinking I had abandoned him. And then as the time for my second cycle drew closer, I met your mother, Blaine. She was kind, and smart, and reminded me so much of A'threal, my bond mate on Irindias. She does not know about me, or Ku'par.

When she became pregnant with you, Blaine, I was overjoyed. But at the same time, I realized, I had to raise you as a human, that I couldn't tell you about me, because it would place you in danger. And because your mother was human, it was doubtful you'd develop any of my people's abilities. You did have some characteristics of my people. You thrive on both land and water, you are fiercely protective of your friends, and your loyalty to them has always made me proud.

But I fear I may have been a little disappointed that you weren't more like me, and I think you sensed that, although you misinterpreted it." He paused when it looked as if Blaine was about to speak, but only indicated for the boy to wait until he finished. He turned back to Kurt. "As I said, I knew your mother was near her cycle, and that if she had survived, she would find a human to bond with.

When I failed to contact the Mirindian ship, I feared I had lost any chance of ever contacting Irindias again, but I held out hope that if El Zabeth had produced a child, that child would remain on Earth, having most likely been raised as an Earth child as I had raised Blaine to be an Earth child. But I also knew El Zabeth would not leave a child on this world without some way to contact them. And I was correct, wasn't I? You have a communicator pendant with a booster crystal that allows you to speak to your mother, don't you?"

Kurt nodded. There was no reason to lie when the pendant had already made itself known when it had translated the other alien's speech earlier. "I can contact her, let her know you are alive, ans see if she can contact your people."

The older man seemed to sag a little with relief. "I thank you, Kur'Tas." He turned back to Blaine, smiling. "You have chosen well in your bond mate, my son."

The darker boy frowned in confusion. "Bond mate?"

Andreth nodded. "You have a mark on your chest, do you not? Entwined circles, each with a slash through it, diagonally? It appeared within a day of meeting Kurt, did it not?"

"How did you know that?"

"It is part of our people's biology. The diagonal lines indicate a same sex union, slanted to the right for females, to the left for males. If your bond mate had been female, the lines would be straight across through both circles." He unbuttoned his shirt to show the faded mark on his own chest. "The circle within the right circle indicates that my first bond mate has died. The up and down line through that circle means I have found a second bond mate, your mother."

Blaine still seemed confused. "I thought you didn't approve of me being gay."

Andreth re-buttoned his shirt. "And here is where I believe your misinterpretation lies, and it is entirely my fault. I was not disappointed in your sexuality. Homosexuality is as accepted on my planet as it heterosexuality. It is simply a matter of biology, it is not something you can choose. My disappointment lay in the fact that you already sensed this about yourself, before you had reached the age where your body would be preparing for your first cycle of fertility."

Seeing that neither boy understood what he was saying, he started again. "Kurt, your mother explained to you the stages of Mirindian maturity, correct?" The pale boy nodded. "Like humans, the people of Mirindian go through three stages of life. Childhood, adulthood, and old age. Both humans and the people of Mirindian also have two gender structures, male and female, and yes, I know that there are more than those two genders emotionally and mentally, but I am speaking physiologically.

But the Irindi have four stages of life, and three physiological genders. When we are born, there are no indications of gender. We are neither male nor female. In my language, this is called Lorage. We remain genderless until about five years of age, at which point our bodies develop into male and female. This is when our childhood begins. But our sexuality does not develop until our third stage of life, adulthood, which on my world occurs at the age of sixteen. This is when our mental abilities also develop."

He could see that the boys still didn't understand completely, but continued. "When Blaine was born, and he appeared in every way to be human, it reminded me again that I was far away from my home. And when he announced at age fourteen that he was gay, it was just another reminder that I am on an alien world. I'm not disappointed in you, Blaine. I am disappointed in myself that I was selfish enough to want you to be more like me. But now I see we are more a like than I imagined. Perhaps all it took was meeting your bond mate for your Irindi DNA to come through."

Blaine smiled a little wistfully at the older man. "I forgive you, Dad." And he hugged the older man.

"So, what happens now?" Kurt asked, glancing at agent Remington.

Andreth looked at the younger operative. "Kendall has proven himself to be a good man. I trust he will keep our secrets. And now that Field Director Anderson has decided to retire, and recommended Agent Remington as his replacement, I think it is safe to go on with our lives."

Remington looked surprised, and pleased at the promotion. "Thank you, sir. I promise, your secrets are safe with me. I will make sure no one at the AITF comes snooping around this area again."

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Three Months Later...

Kurt smiled at the boy beside him as they sat in a booth at Breadstix. Now that they weren't constantly looking over their shoulders, he and Blaine had gotten the chance to really know each other. Kurt still couldn't believe this boy was his bond mate. While Kurt hadn't developed any markings the way Blaine had, (his mother said it didn't work that way with her people), there was still a tingle of awareness each time they touched hands.

Neither one of them had reached sexual maturity yet, and they didn't feel the need to make out like other teens their age, but they had the comfort of knowing that their relationship was built on more than just lust or hormones. He'd had a long talk with his mom about what to expect when the Ba'rith occurred, and how it would affect both him and Blaine.

He'd also made arrangements for Andreth to use the pendant to visit his older son, Ku'par. The older Anderson had thanked him profusely afterwards, tearing up, and hugging both Kurt and Blaine. Blaine had even gotten meet his older brother. There had been some tension between the two at first, but once they had gotten over the awkwardness, they had learned that they had a lot in common.

Kurt was telling Blaine about his latest training seasons with the healer on Mirindian when he spotted a familiar figure walking towards their table.

"Agent Remington!"

The new Field Director of the Midwestern branch of the AITF smiled at him. "Kurt! Good to see you again! And please, call me Kendall. How are you doing, Blaine? How's your dad?"

"I'm great. Dad has told my mother everything. She handled it well. He's taking her on a vacation next month. They are going to tour the world."

"That's wonderful. I'll let you two get back to your date. My Boyfriend should be here any moment..Ah, there he is now!"

Kurt almost swallowed his tongue when the older male joined them. "Brad?"

Kendall looked from him to his boyfriend and back. "You two know each other?"

Kurt nodded. "Brad is the pianist for my old glee club!"

"Well, imagine that. Small world, isn't it?"