I got out of there as fast as I could, looking back over my shoulder as I made my way to Jack's room. He was locking the door when I snuck up on him.

"Where were you?" he asked, not even turning around.

"Wait, how did you know I was here?"

"Noah, I know a hell of a lot more than you realize. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." he said as he picked up his briefcase and motioned for me to follow. "Now, would you care to explain why you're in Lima, alone?"

"Jack, these things have been happening to me, these changes and sudden urges and impulses that I can't control."

"You mean the sudden super strength, the sensitive ears, the speed, and the ability of compulsion."

"Well, yeah, but how di-"

"Like I said, Noah," he stopped suddenly and looked down the hall, making sure we were alone. He looked at me, and all of a sudden, his eyes turned a deep blue, "we're a lot more alike than you think."

"But why us, what are we?" I asked, trying to wrap my head around everything.

"Hybrids."

"Wait, what?

"Hybrids, a mixture of various supernatural beings, and as for why us, well I sure as hell don't know."

Once we made it out to the parking lot, he got in his car, and I hopped on my bike and followed him for fifteen minutes until we reached this three-story house.

It was a nice house, a porch, a decent backyard, but way too big for just one man.

"I know what you're thinking, literally. This house is the safest place for us. Trust me." he said.

He makes his way through the door, and I follow him, or at least try to. Something stopped me, but I couldn't make it over the threshold.

"Um, Jack," I said, panicking. I tried again, but there was like a forcefield holding me back. "Jack!"

"Oh, my bad, come on in." Jack said.

"Yeah, I already tried that." I didn't want to look like a fool for a third time.

"Third times the charm," Jack winked.

I tried again, and it worked.

"Oh I get it," I said as I made my way into the living room, looking around and jumping on the leather couch in the middle of the room. "I have to be invited in, like in those cheesy vampire movies."

"Yeah, kind of..." Jack replied. "So, if you're going to stay here, Noah, you're going to have to keep a low profile, ok? Don't use your powers unless you're in an emergency situation. I'll help you adjust, but just be careful. And also, my house, my rules."

"Got it, Uncle Jack. Don't worry."

"Good, we'll start your training tomorrow. Pasta sound good for dinner?"

"Oh totally... Wait, training?"

"You don't think control is going to come over night do you?"

"No, but.."

"No, buts. My house, my rules."

"God, I thought you were the fun uncle. Your just like my mom." When I realized what I said, my voice died. "You can't tell her," I continued. "You can't tell her I'm here. Promise me, Jack. She's better off without me."

"I won't tell her anything. We haven't been on good terms in a while, in other words, we haven't spoken at all. So, I don't think that will be a problem." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground. "Anyway, make yourself at home. I'll call you when dinner's ready. Your room is upstairs, the third door on the left."

I gathered my stuff and made my way to my new room. It was so neat, like no one ever slept in it. White carpet and beige walls, a good-sized bed, a desk with a laptop on it, a simple closet, and a window that led out to the roof of the attached garage. It was like he was expecting company. I collapsed on the bed and stared up at the white ceiling. My mind kept thinking back to earlier that day. Quinn. Her eyes. She was so scared of me. I hate making people feel like that, unless they deserved it, that was a whole other story. I was pulled out of my daze when I heard Jack calling my name from the kitchen.

Dinner went buy quickly, and a whole lot less awkwardly than I had imagined. We caught up on our lives. I told him pretty much everything I had done and become since I was seven, including why I ran away and what I did on the road to Lima. He didn't look surprised as I thought he would, but rather intrigued, happy to hear from the boy he left behind. And then he told me about his life in Lima and how he has been for the past eleven years. It felt good to be back around Jack it really did. But then I had one question burning in the back of my mind.

"Why'd you do it? Leave us?" I asked, not wanting to make eye contact with him. "Was it me? Did I drive you away?"

"No, of course not! I loved you, I mean you were practically my son. It's just..."

"So you're saying that I wasn't good enough to be your kid." I said, not wanting to believe this. I was already feeling my anger set in.

"Noah, no. Calm down, you still have trouble controlling your anger. I can see it in your eyes. Just let me explain. The reason I left was because of your mom."

I was breathing steadily to try and lower my pulse so I wouldn't lash out when I finally came to a realization.

"You loved her."

"Yes, I did. I do."

"So why did you leave? Why didn't you fight for her?"

"I did fight, but I lost. She wouldn't leave your father, for reasons I don't know. And I left, like you did, figuring out it was safer for her without me. But apparently, I was wrong. We haven't talked since then, but leaving was the biggest mistake of my life and I fully regret it. I had to let her go in order to move on, and I did."

It was a lot for me to take in. My screwed up family could have actually been a real family if my mom hadn't been so naive.

Jack continued, "I know it's a lot to take in, Noah. But that still doesn't change how much I care for you. I'll let you sleep on it, I'll talk to you in the morning." And with that he got up, put the dishes in the sink and disappeared upstairs. I didn't move until I heard the sound of a door closing.

It was reaching 9:00 when I finally realized how tired I actually was. Traveling across states really takes a lot out of a person. I headed up to my room and I took notice of all the stars in the night sky. I climbed out of the window, onto the roof, and just stared into the spots of light illuminating the dark. I quickly got lost in my own world, but was pulled out of it as I heard a car pull into the neighbor's driveway. I sat up, and looked over to the person out of curiosity. And of course, it was Quinn Fabray.

Before I could think rationally, I was yelling from the rooftop, "Why isn't it Miss Quinn Fabray?" God, I was such a jerk.

Quinn, startled, almost dropping her keys from her hand, quickly turned around to see me jumping off the garage roof. I walked up to her, smirking my signature smirk. She didn't look happy, rather a mixture of anger and fear.

"What, new guy, are you stalking me now?!" She managed to say as she turned and finished getting whatever she needed out of her car.

"No, we haven't officially met, so I thought I would introduce myself. Sheesh, just trying to be a nice guy."

"Look, whatever-your-name-is-"

"It's Puck. Noah Puckerman, actually, but you can call me Puck."

"Well, look, Noah,"

"Puck," I reminded her.

She continued, "I don't know what you are doing here, at Mr. Porter's house, how you know my name, or what the hell you are, but stay away from me."

"Jack's my uncle," I stated, regarding her first question, "and Berry informed me of your name, and as for what I am, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't you dare play dumb with me, I know you remember practically choking me earlier today, and I would definitely not forget a guy with eyes that are pure gold. Your secret, or whatever the hell it is, is 'safe' with me, but don't you dare come near me ever again." She said, angrily as she made her way into her house.

I stood there stunned. I thought I had compelled her to forget. Apparently not. I had to fix what I did, and I knew it was going to take time. But it seemed as if Quinn Fabray was immune to me.