I was in total shock. Was what I heard true? How is that even possible? They're the same age! Well at least in mortal years.

"So you're telling me that you are their son?" I interrogated only getting replies with simple nods. "Of Finn Hudson and Quinn Fabray?" Nod. "So they….." My throat went dry as if a hurricane had swept through it.

"No!" Jessie suddenly catching where I was headed with my thoughts. "Where we are originally from, they assign each partnership with a child who will one day have a partner of their own."

"What kind of area is that?" I hollered while kicking rocks off the side of the cliff. It didn't seem to really help.

"It's confidential."

I felt as if I were about to faint. Here I was, no longer the girl who fell head over heels, or in this case, sneakers, for a guy, thinking he was just like any other ordinary human being, then this comes along.

"Just promise," Jessie stopped as he strides a couple of steps to be face to face. He clasped my hands and his vision was pierced on me. "Just trust me, when I say that unleashing your power is more than releasing greatness. Power has a price to pay and using them could end up hurting not just yourself, but everyone you care about."

I glanced between our hands; it was his energy of light. So far, Finn's color was yellow, mine was orange and Jessie's was green. Now I'm just wondering what color Celeste's is.

I glanced up to meet his deep, blue, soulful eyes and lightly whispered. "I do." A grin slid onto his face as I looked down at the colors. Stripes of orange appearing in the green. The orange eventually taking over the green. "I trust you."

"Why would you?"

Jessie and I both jumped back in shock to see Finn's figure leaning against a tree, hidden in the brush. My feet inched away from Jessie's even though they didn't want to.

"I couldn't find you and we have to practice," Finn agitatedly spoke as my right hand had been locked with Jessie's and that's all that was on Finn's vision this whole time. My eyes met Jessie's that technically spoke 'don't move any closer to Finn. To the dark side.'

"I don't want you to get hurt," Jessie mumbled as Finn instantly brushed between us, forcing me away from the both of them.

"What have you been telling her?" I had never heard such a cold and dark tone in Finn's voice. His eyes narrow and his presence no longer made me feel content or comfortable.

"Enough to keep her safe." Finn stood perfectly still before going at Jessie and knocking him over, with his head bobbling off the cliff and Finn's death grip on his throat.

"Finn! Stop it!" I yelled, but seemed hopeless.

"It didn't have to turn out the way it did," choked Jessie. Trying with all his strength, to wiggle out of Finn's grip.

"I HAD NO CHOICE!" Finn shouted, loud enough for me to tell that even if I wasn't looking at him, you could hear the trace of tears that were beginning.

"Everyone has a choice, even you. But you chose the wrong one." After Jessie spoke, it seemed that Finn withdrew and knelt beside Jessie, who was trying to catch his breath and calm himself down.

Without saying another word, Finn stood to his feet, brushing past me while grasping my hand and pulling back towards his car. Away from the cliff, away from Jessie. Away from his son.

It was awkward. No, worse than that. It was as if we didn't know each other any more and I felt as I were sitting in a car with a murderer. I hated the feeling, more than anything. I tried making light conversation, but it would only result in one-word replies.

We pulled up in front of my house and sat silently in the passenger's seat, gazing off to nowhere. By the silence, I could guess he was doing the same.

"I hate this," I blurted. Needing to say something that was worth having a conversation over. "I hate feeling this way, I hate that Jessie was the one that had to tell me every little detail, because you wouldn't say anything. I hate that I'm going to be in some stupid immortal battle that I didn't even knew existed until moments before you started choking your son, Finn. Your son. I hate that I don't even know anything about you because from everyone else's point of view, you're this sick, twisted human being that doesn't do anything make the wrong choices for himself and end up resulting for the worst, for everyone!"

It felt as if a huge weight was lifted off my shoulder, but at the same time, something else was wayimg me down. My heart.

"I did what I thought was the best for you," Finn finally spoke as his left arm was planked along the door rail and his head, balanced by his palm.

"So, you thought the best thing for me was to train for some stupid battle then eventually get killed?"

"I'm trying to protect you! If it weren't for you being stupid and talking to Jessie, like I specifically told you not to, we wouldn't be in this hell right now. So you can't go blaming me for every stupid thing you do wrong!" The horn screeched for about 3 seconds as Finn slammed his wrist against it in frustration.

I glared at him. Just watching him unraveled some new secret every second. His face, buried in his palms, probably not wanting to see my expression at the moment. Of course it hurt, what he said. I only understand, because I know where it was coming from. He did tell me to avoid them and every time I didn't something had to happen. Me, technically dying and Jessie explaining to me how I'm being used as some type of toy in a way.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I choked on my words, holding back tears and I knew that if I said another word, they'd be released.

Once he finally sat straight, I could see red, engulfing his eyes. The only thing to break the silence was a sigh.

"We're screwed anyways, no point in trying to argue about it," Finn stated as he ran his fingers through his busy hair and lightly scratched at the barely visible scruff on his face.

"Why does this happen?" I asked, wondering because it wasn't explained to me. What was the battle even for?

"You."

Not exactly the answer I was looking for.

"What about me?"

"You're a newborn. I saved you and I'm sure he mentioned that old lame story," Finn guessed as he finally made somewhat of eye contact with me.

"Finn, you saved my life, I could've died if it weren't for you," I added as chuckles escaped his mouth and he gestured his hands around in the air.

"Okay, we don't need to make this an episode of Roswell. Yes I did save you, but I risked my life doing it, too."

That's right. Jessie mentioned that a part of him dies every time he releases more of his energy.

"Continuing on," Finn spoke. "Every time there's a newborn and isn't planned. It throws off the balance of things. There is a limited amount of us and certain ones, like me, have occupations where we have to defend our area against new borns, because when newborns are created, often they are deserted by the immortal that created them and grow up not knowing what their capable of. In addition, that could lead to bad things. Dangerous things."

"Like, taking over the world, dangerous?" I asked wondering what I would be like if Finn weren't here to guide me.

"Don't be silly. More like being the next Hitler and destroying mortal and mankind," he concluded with a smile.

My expression froze. That's totally not ridiculous at all. Half of everything I've heard within the past few days seems completely insane. Well, props to those authors who make books like this. Because I'm not kidding when I say, my life has become some type of Paranormal Romance novel.

"It's your call to make, I don't want to force you to do something your not sure about," Finn assured.

Really, because it feels like I've already been forced to do everything.

"What if I don't do it?" I asked, not really wanting the answer, because the odds are, it's going to mean the end of me, Kurt, my family and Finn.

"Do you really want to find out?" It's like he could read my mind. I didn't want to know and even if I did, I'd choose to fight, because there's no loophole in getting out of this.

I slouched in my chair and looked at my house. Sure my parents never agree with my decisions and when I think about it. They weren't mine to make, they were Quinn's. I rolled my eyes and made direct contact with Finn.

"When does training start?"

"I was thinking that Flynn could have like this deep and quixotic tone when he speaks to Raquel. Tell me if this sounds good enough," Kurt asked as he cleared his throat and continued. "I don't have to defend my planet. Cause I'm already protecting my world. You."

As he finished his last line, he bowed his head while my wide eyes just glared at him. To add to that, whoever is writing this must be someone who's in on the immortal secret. The storyline is my life.

Raquel is just an average teenager who falls in love in a species from another planet, Flynn, and doesn't know that she was abducted when she was younger and has supernatural powers to defend themselves when his planet tries to take over the world.

Psh. Play writers.

"So, what did you think?" Kurt asked, bring me back to reality as I take my straw out of the wrapper and toss it into the trash bin about a foot away from our lunch table.

"I didn't think it was possible to get even more gay," I honestly spoke, feeling a little offensive, but I'm sorry I didn't have a great week either.

"It can't be! The play is in 2 weeks and the girl who plays Raquel already has all her parts memorized!" Kurt ranted as I kept jamming my straw in the milk carton.

"Who plays, Raquel?" I asked, still having trouble with getting the straw inside.

"Her name is Santana. She's one of the new kids," Kurt informed as my mind went blank and my and plopped onto the blue table with the straw gripped in my fingers.

"Santana as in the Santana that's friends with Quinn Fabray?" I asked, alert and curious.

"Yeah and I'll let you in on a little secret, she's also the one who wrote the play. Creative right" Kurt whispered, with his hand covering the left side of his face.

"How can you be the director and the female lead?"

"Well, since the plat was sent in anonymously, the Drama team decided to take over. Santana doesn't mind though. However, she has an attitude and might I say, it's pretty attractive. And that's coming from me," Kurt explained as I tried clearing my thoughts then an idea popped into my mind.

"So the whole things complete?" I asked.

"Duh, we wouldn't be performing it if I weren't. I'm serious you need to get a hobby or at least watch the Breakfast club. Do you even know how that movie ends?" Kurt spoke as my mind erased what he said and gripped his arm, shaking it rapidly.

"Give me the script!" I commanded as he jumped back in fear, my attitude even surprising me, especially since it involved singing and acting and in the worst-case scenario, having to learn or memorize anything.

He slid it out of his backpack and slid it across the table. My fingers fumbled with the thousands of sheets until I reached the last few pages. I was going to find out how this story ends. I need to find out.

My eyes grazed the last page and to my surprise, I didn't find the ending I was looking for. I didn't find an ending at all. In bold letters, I read to myself.

To be continued

Sorry for the wait, computer problems! Who knows how this thing even ends! There's one person i can think of :) Comment and enjoy!