A/N- I know I should be updating my other stories, not creating a new one. I have SIX stories in progress. I don't need to write this. And yet I'm doing it anyways.

Summary: Blaine Anderson has been trying to win his family back over after he comes out to them, because they think that being gay is all AIDS and STDs. But when a simple party in the woods turns into an all-out battle with the most ferocious aliens Blaine has never seen, he's brought home in what appears to be a Freshly Hooked Up state. Hello, gay camp.

Except, what Blaine's parents don't know is that he's just been recruited to join the elite Alien Investigation and Removal agency, or AIR, where he'll learn to fight dirty, track hard, and destroy the enemy. It'll be rigorous and dangerous, and the fact that one of his instructors is Kurt Hummel- the drop-dead gorgeous agent he met in the woods that night- doesn't make things any easier. Especially when dating him is totally against the rules.

Warnings: Drug use, graphic violence, alien existence, swearing, derogatory names, homophobia, ninja!Kurt.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Red Handed by Gena Showalter (whish is a really awesome book, you should read it if you haven't already).

Blaine's POV

Lima, Ohio.

Sometime in the near future...

This party sucked.

Most high school parties did, but this one seemed to suck in particular. The music was loud enough for me to forget why I was there, and the more confidents danced around a large bonfire, freeing themselves. There was a haze of smoke that smelled like a mix of tobacco, pot, and 'Snow Angels' or Onadyn, a deoxygenating drug meant for the aliens who'd invaded our planet about 70 years ago. Humans abused it as well, seeing as the lack of oxygen to their brains made them fly.

Like, really fly.

It made you feel like you were soaring through the clouds at breathtaking speeds, untouchable. If it didn't kill you first. I was under no circumstances supposed to be here anyways, I was grounded. But my grounds for punishment had been something unnecessary, something stupid.

I was gay.

Being grounded by my very liberal, traditional, Catholic parents wasn't going to make me straight. Neither was setting me up girls to date. The girls were perfectly nice and would make someone a wonderful wife one day. Just not me.

Because I was gay.

Why couldn't they just accept me for what I was? I accepted them, my mother in all her self-hatred, who got a nose job or a face lift of some other type of plastic surgery every other weekend. I accepted my dad, who played golf religiously, had affairs, and never spent time with his family. But they couldn't accept the fact that I was gay.

I loved them, but my parents made me sick.

So while I been mulling over their irrational hatred, Wes had texted me. 'Party in the Weaving Woods 10:00,'He'd said. 'Are you in?'

'Grounded.' I'd told him ruefully.

'There's a tree right next to your window. Sneak out, dude.' I'd snorted over the stereotypical teenage boy use of the word dude, but pondered it nonetheless. I wasn't too keen on sneaking out the window, I've seen Polly and it ended less than well for her. But at the same time, I wanted to show my parents exactly how much I thought about their so called grounding.

Flashback

It was a bright, sunny day. I was waiting for my parents nervously. This was the day, I was finally coming out. I'd known I was gay since I was 13 and gotten a hard-on from Neil Patrick Harris while watching How I Met Your Mother. But now I was entering my junior year of High School, and while every jock knew I was gay, my parents did not. It was definitely time to tell them. I'd held hands with my first boyfriend, a sweet guy named Erik Stone, and waited.

When my dad pulled up in his brown SUV, I'd winced, thinking my mother was going to pick me up. I still needed to come out thought, so I walked up to the car and tapped on the window, still holding Erik's hand. He'd rolled it down, chatting on his Bluetooth with a divorce client, and I'd motioned for him to stop talking and pay attention to me for 5 seconds, goddamnit.

"What?" He'd barked, looking annoyed.

I'd taken a deep breath. "Dad, this is Erik. My boyfriend."

After a few seconds of silence, filled with his head whipping back and forth to look at me, Erik, and our intertwined hands, he laughed. "This is a joke, right? My son isn't some kind of fag."

"Dad... I'm gay."

"No you're not!" He shouted, sounding angry. "I didn't raise and clothe a perfectly good son for 16 years to have him turn out to be gay! No son of mine is going to be a nasty fag that takes it up the ass!" Parents were beginning to stare, and Dad just flipped them off, driving away to leave me standing on the sidewalk to walk home.

End Flashback

Erik and I had broken up a few days later, but my father's words had stung. So I'd tried to be defiant. I'd hooked up with every male I could find until I was a walking hickey. Not caring about STDs, protection, or AIDS. No strings attached, just blowjobs and handjobs and sex anywhere I could get it. My parents shut me out even more, and I became a desperate, needy, and lonely mess, practically humping anything with a dick that moved. Then Erik, who I've remained good friends with, had a HIV scare. He was fine, but it opened my eyes that I needed to be careful.

"Blaine? Blaaaaine? Anybody home?" Erik waved a hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Oh! Sorry. I zoned out for a second." I said apologetically. "This party sucks, and I blame Wes for inviting me."

"He invited everyone and didn't show up." Erik rolled his eyes, but by the way he was swaying on the spot and the smell of smoke on his designer clothes, he'd been smoking a Snow Angel. "We'll find him tomorrow with torches and pitchforks. David was really, really, really pissed."

"David's always pissed." I muttered, taking a swig of the beer I'd forgotten I had.

"It's worse than normal, though. He was really counting on Wes tonight. Wanted to tell him something." He clapped me on the shoulder, grinning broadly. "And you're definitely not going to think this party sucks when you see who came."

"Who? If it's Thad, he still owes me $70." I muttered. I tried to drink from the beer again, but it was empty and I threw it to the ground, disappointed.

"No, I might have seen him though... anyways, it's Finn Hudson." He pointed a shaky finger in the direction of the bonfire and I frowned.

"Why would Finn Hudson be here and why would I care? He graduated about a year ago." Finn had been one of the jocks who'd bullied me, although not as intensely as some of the others had. He'd more or less gone along with it to be accepted.

"You're going to care when you see who he brought with him." Erik wobbled on his feet and frowned. "Damn shoes."

Yeah, it's your shoes and not the lack of oxygen to your brain. I thought. "Who is it?"

"Kurt Hummel. There. Yummy." He pointed, my eyes followed...

And my heart stopped.

Kurt Hummel was the most breathtaking boy I'd ever seen. His brown hair was somehow perfectly coiffed and yet messy at the same time, but seemed to have strands of pure gold entwined. His eyes sparkled in the firelight, looking beautifully and absolutely blue. His face was flawless. He was tall-ish, had muscles that were defined yet lean, and his dark clothes hugged his body in all the right ways. He was...

"Totally gorgeous, right?" Erik nudged my shoulder. "You gonna hit that?"

"I don't do random hookups anymore, Erik." I said, still staring at Kurt who was staring into the fire. It illuminated his face and danced in his eyes. "He's here with Finn, though? I didn't know he played for our team."

"Still doesn't." Erik sounded wistful. "Kurt's his stepbrother. I heard he's crazy overprotective of him, even though Kurt's, like, three months older." He let out a sigh, pulling a vial of liquid from his pocket. It was Breathless, the liquid form of Onadyn. Druggies always found a way to hide their stash. He drained half and offered the rest to me. "Want some?"

"I don't want to get stoned." I said.

"It'll help you forget." He swirled the Breathless under my nose temptingly, and for a second I was tempted to join him, to forget about my parents and my life for one little night. But I'd stayed clean throughout all of high school. I didn't want to screw that up now. "Just one little sip."

"No thanks, Erik." I stepped away. He shrugged and gulped the rest. After a few seconds, his eyes glazed over and he let out a strangled gasp for air, his lips beginning to tint blue. I grabbed his arm and led him over to an empty patch of grass. "C'mon. Nighty-night time." I helped him to lie down and straightened his clothes. There was nothing else I could really do to help Erik. He'd fly all night.

"Take your friend and go home." A high-pitched, yet attractive voice sounded. I turned to see none other than Kurt Hummel standing above me. I hadn't even heard him approach.

Up close, he was just as beautiful. But his eyes... from far away they'd looked pure blue, but now... they changed colors about every two seconds, from blue to green to grey and every color in between. They were still stunning, but now I couldn't help but wonder if he was an alien.

No chance.

Aliens were easy to identify, and other than his eyes Kurt looked completely human. Some aliens glowed like neon signs, oozed slime, had multiple arms, ect.

"Hello to you, too." I grinned, standing up.

"Take your friend and go home." He repeated in that same high, soprano voice that was still beautiful.

"What's it to you?" I asked, leaning against a nearby tree and studying Kurt's face.

"There's going to be some trouble tonight, with the Outers. You don't want to be here to see it." He replied easily.

"Who said I don't? I like an adventure as much as the next guy. But what make you say Outers cause trouble? There hasn't been a reported incident since 2007." Outers rarely caused trouble. They were too afraid of AIR.

"The key word there being reported."

"So?"

"So maybe I spotted a few aliens when I hiked through the forest." Kurt said through clenched teeth.

"Are you an Outer hater or something?" I asked, getting defensive. Outers were a part of the everyday world, they went to our schools and worked amoung us. I had nothing against them, but it seemed to me that if the world could pass a law on alien peace, they could find time to pass one on gay marriage.

"You seem like a nice guy, and I don't want you to get hurt." An eerie howl sounded far away and Kurt swore quietly, extracting a small gun from his belt. I backed away, palms in the air. "Whoa! What do you think you're doing with that?"

Another howl split the air, this one closer and followed by several others, each one more animalistic than the last. I shivered in fear. Wolves were supposed to be extinct in Ohio, but it would be just my luck that the last of them would find their way to me. I was way too awesome to die like that.

"I told you to leave. You just had to be difficult and stay. Now you're going to pay for that." Kurt spat at me angrily and twisted the dial on the side of the gun.

Howls were now filling the air, all blending into one low, menacing growl. I lost focus on Kurt's gun and stared into the trees, knowing these weren't wolves.

"What the hell is that?" I asked, my voice giving way to my fear.

"It's death." He replied bleakly. "And it's too late to avoid it now."

A/N2- Cliffhanger! Review would make me flail with stupid happiness and they also make my fingers move faster on the keyboard.