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"You know, I never pegged you for a night at the arcade kind of guy." It was true. Apart from Wes being a total geek, he was insanely hot, and a place like this didn't deserve this kind of melting godliness. I mean, really, half of the place, boys and girls, were checking out his assets while he Dance Dance Revolution'ed it up in a pair of amazingly well fitted jeans, Kurt included. He didn't know why he went through with this in the first place, but he figured going through with something like a date wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, would it? Well, they never defined it as a date, but come on, you'd have to be blind to see it as anything else. So, after Kurt made sure to include the stereotypical 'teaching you how to shoot' snuggling moment at that godawful hunting game (poor virtual deer), they decided to break for some pizza. It was coated in grease and trans fats, but Kurt figured that his heart's rapid pace could have burned a thousand calories a minute around Wes, so it couldn't hurt.
"Well, I guess I just like to have fun, regardless of what other people think. I think we've had fun, and regardless of what other people think, I'd like to take you out again on another date." There, he said it, a date; proof Kurt wasn't delusional. But it didn't feel as great as he thought it would to hear it out loud. He couldn't stop thinking about Charlie/Jesse, and all of the strange coincidences that kept occurring.
"Hey, I don't mean to be a buzz-kill, but back to earlier, and all that alien stuff... you don't really believe in aliens, do you?" Wes laughed shyly, and took a big bite out of his slice of carbs.
"Maybe, I don't know. I was thinking we should try some laser tag after this, maybe-"
"Don't change the subject, alien boy." Wes laughed nervously at his little pet name, and Kurt was starting to get nervous. Was this some crazy, alien stalking freak show that thinks a romantic evening out is tracking UFO's with a tinfoil radar gun? Because while Kurt knew he couldn't have Charlie, he was pretty sure he could do better than that. Cute and crazy had a fine line between them, and he was praying that Wes' answers would put him on the side that didn't end in running for the nearest exit. "So, you believe in aliens. Big deal. Tell me something about aliens that I never would have guessed."
"Well, you know about the elderly woman who vanished in the middle of the night, right?" Kurt nodded, unsure of exactly where this was going. Irma Pillsbury had been common talk within McKinley, but he didn't even know if Wes was from the area, let alone a WMHS student. He probably collected newspaper clippings about this stuff, which meant that Kurt was about ready to strap on his running shoes, and bolt from crazy town. "Well, she disappeared the same night as a bunch of UFO spottings, and based on the angles and distances of the people who saw said flying saucer, it is predicted the UFO was right above Irma Pillsbury's house." Kurt was now starting to become a little antsy. Aliens didn't exist. Right? He wasn't afraid of Wes at this point, he actually thought his little mathematical solutions for extra terrestrial life was kind of adorable, but what exactly did this mean? Hypothetically, of course, aliens didn't exist, as Kurt often reminded himself as Wes continued. "And, even further proof. The poison that killed Irma's husband came from a distant source, and while the media refuses to acknowledge this fact, I know what it was. Water extracted from the ice caps on Mars." Kurt spat his Diet Coke right out of his mouth and onto the tabletop, embarassed on one hand, kind of freaked out on the other. "I know, it sounds crazy, but it's not, I have proof. A sample." Wes reached into his satchel and pulled out a vial of what could have been Earth water, but glowed so mysteriously that there was no way it was of this world.
"How did you get this?"
"My dad works for the police department, but my mother specializes in occult studies. I've taken it as my hobby to investigate the paranormal. But don't think that makes me some kind of freak, it's not like I'm going out with a radar gun made out of tinfoil to track aliens. This is just what I do in my spare time, trying to understand the mysteries of the world." Kurt felt a little guilty when Wes talked about tinfoil radar guns. He really needed to work on his judgmental nature. But then Kurt noticed Wes staring at his hand, and started to feel just as creeped out as he did before. "Where did you get that?" Wes was gesturing towards a ring that was seated right on Kurt's hand, snugly fitting on his pinky finger. Truth be told, he had no clue who gave it to him. A year after Charlie left, on the day, he received this ring in the mail, anonymously of course, and never really bothered to think anything of it. If it was from his first love, he would wear it proudly, regardless of whatever was going on.
"Why do you ask?" Kurt wasn't just about ready to put his cards on the table to some stranger. Wes tracked aliens, and a part of him new if this ring appeared like it was from the far reaches of the galaxy, he would be the first one to find Jesse and probe him, or whatever they do to these creatures. Charlie/Jesse wasn't an alien, but Wes wasn't going to believe that so readily.
"That rock is literally made out of a shooting star. A ball of ice." Kurt looked down at the ring, and noticed just how possible that could have been. The stone itself was an iridescent blue, which for the first few months, was always cool to the touch; and once, he even tried to break the thing in anger, thinking about the boy who abandoned him, and it just wouldn't crack. "What's funny is that everybody thinks you make a wish on a shooting star, but in reality, a shooting star is more like a universal cell phone connection. You see, if someone has a piece of a shooting star, and you give another piece to somebody else, they will always be able to hear what their heart is feeling." Kurt started to feel a bit queasy at this point. He wanted to be with Jesse in the choir room, and he turned around, and winked at him. He had to have heard him, there was no way he couldn't have. And why else would he have given him the ring?
"Where does somebody get a ring like that?"
"That's what I'd like to know. Do you mind if I give it to my mom, see what she can deduce from it." Kurt now knew the boy wasn't crazy, but there was absolutely no way he was giving Wes this ring. First off, there was probably nothing they could learn from the ring that Kurt didn't already know. Secondly, if they found who got it, Jesse was as good as gone. So Kurt did the one thing he knew for certain would help him out; lie.
"I can't. Family heirloom, passed down from every father to their first son. My dad would kill me if I gave it to someone else." The expression Wes made at this point was unreadable, and Kurt just felt downright uncomfortable. He had to talk to Charlie/Jesse, that was for certain, because deciding somebody was an alien wasn't the kind of thing you did without consulting them first. Aliens? A couple of hours ago that sounded insane, but it sounded even more insane to ignore this number of coincidences. Fact. UFO's were spotted over Irma Pillsbury's house the night she was abducted, and her husband was poisoned. Fact, her husband was poisoned by ice cap water that can only be found on Mars. Fact, Jesse St. James appeared a day or two within the incident occurring. Fact, Jesse was Charlie, Kurt's long lost friend, who sent him a ring that is made out of a falling star. This had to all mean something, and he wasn't sure just what yet, but he wasn't going to stop until he got to the bottom of it.
This is my first chapter in the entire story that all took place in one time period. My goal in E.T is to create chapters that are short and sweet, oppose to incredibly long, like Kurt's Anatomy. For those who are reading it, my genius of a brother unplugged my laptop charger, and the battery died, so I lost an entire chapter. I find re-writing chapters to be the most excruciating process of all time, as you want to re-create the juiciness of the original, but it's never exactly right. Well, enough from me, I hope you liked the new chapter! I'm back to school tomorrow, so I doubt I can post as much :( Until next time!