Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Note: Upping the rating with this chapter. This is now rated M. I am just warning you. I'm sorry I haven't updated this in over a week, but I'm desperate to get one of my other fics done before I leave for college on Friday.

"I was wondering if maybe you'd like to join our missing-persons unit."

I drew in a sharp breath. "What?"

"Our missing-persons unit. One of our best is on maternity leave, so there's a spot open, should you want to take it."

"But I have no training! I'm a theatre major! I have a degree in musical theatre! What do I know about…about criminal justice?"

"Calm down," Clancy said. "We can train you, right here. And, well, the way you found Emily…"

"But that was a one time thing," I said, exasperated. "It was just a freaky dream that happened to be true. A complete coincidence, really."

"But what if it's not? What if you have…powers?"

"You sound like my boyfriend," I scoffed. "Look, I don't know. Can I have a day to think about it or something?"

"Sure," Clancy replied. "But if you want the position, just give me a call."

"Will do, I nodded," stumbling my way out of the room. I tripped over the doorjamb, and luckily for me, Noah was there to catch me. "Can we go home now?" I muttered.

"Of course," he took my arm, leading me out of the door and back to his truck. "What did old Clancy want?"

"He wants me to join up with their missing-persons unit."

"You gonna do it?" Noah asked, backing out of the parking lot.

"I don't know," I shook my head. "I really don't know."

"Babe, what else are you going to do?"

I ate my cereal thoughtfully. "Sit around the house all day."

"You gotta do something else. I mean, what other job are you gonna get?"

I shrugged. "Dunno."

"You can't act or teach anymore. I mean, you could, but it'd be hard to get hired." He sighed heavily. "Come on. Just take the job at the police station."

"You're insufferable, Noah."

"I'm just…I hate watching you mope around the house all day. It hurts me to see you in so much emotional pain. I hate that you can never see my face again, especially…"

I lifted my head. "Especially what, Noah?"

"Especially when I tell you this…"

"Tell me what?" I shifted in my chair.

"That I love you," he said sheepishly.

My breath hitched. This was the first time he'd said those words to me. It might sound silly, but I firmly believe there is a difference between just saying "love you" and saying "I love you". The "I" makes it all that much more personal. "I love you, too," I whispered. Before I knew it, his lips were upon mine, warm and wet. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

He pulled away. "Come with me," he whispered huskily in my ear. He scooped me up in his arms, bringing me to our bedroom, laying me on the bed.

"Noah," I breathed as he quickly undressed me. We hadn't been intimate since my freak accident, and all of a sudden, I felt the clouds parting, wanting to be with him again. I hissed as my erection was exposed to the cold air, moaning as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, pumping it up and down. "Oh, God, Noah." My breath quickened as he worked me over, stroking swiftly, occasionally reaching down to fondle my balls gently. I gasped as I came into his hand, hot and sticky.

"You're beautiful," he kissed my neck. "So goddamn beautiful…Kurt…please…"

"We said we would wait," I whispered. "Until we…if we…"

"Oh. Right. Can we…at least…can I go down on you?" I nodded, giving him permission. Handjobs and blowjobs were as far as I'd let him go; I didn't want to lose my virginity unless I knew for sure that he was committed to me for life. He stroked me until I was fully hard again before lowering his mouth to the head of my cock. I moaned in pleasure, thrusting my hips upward. If there was one thing my boyfriend was damn good at, it was giving head. "Noah…Noah…oh, God, Noah…yes…yes, that's it…" I clenched my hands. I could feel him smile around my cock as I came heavily into his mouth. He moved up to spoon me, grinding his own erection against my leg. I reached around to jerk him off. He inhaled sharply, coming moments later.

"I love you, Kurt," he kissed the back of my neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you, too, Noah," I murmured, falling into a deep sleep.

I had another dream that night. There was a little boy this time…well, not little. He was probably about ten years old. He had sandy blonde hair and green eyes, wearing a green-striped rugby shirt and jeans. He was sitting on a beach, which puzzled me, because there weren't any beaches in Ohio. He looked towards me and smiled. "Hi," he called to me.

I approached him. "Hi. Who…who are you?"

"Michael," he said.

"My name's Kurt."

"I know," he smiled softly. "I've been waiting for you."

I woke up screaming.

"N…Noah?" I sat on the edge of the bed, trembling.

"I'm right here, babe. I just had to go to the bathroom. What is it? I heard you scream."

"I had another dream," I gasped for breath. "Another dream, about another kid."

He put an arm around me. "Tell me about it," he let me lay my head on his shoulder.

"Michael," I whispered. "His name was Michael. T…ten years old…b…blonde…green eyes…b…beach…he was on a b…beach."

"Shh," Noah kissed my forehead. "What do you want to do about this, babe?"

I relaxed into his arms. "These kids…these missing kids…they're trying to contact me…and I don't know why. They need me…they need me to find them, or to help them be found. I can't let them get raped or…or tormented, or killed. I have to help them, Noah."

"Then you do," he kissed me again, "what you think is right."

I sighed. "I'm going to take the job," I murmured.

"I support you," he hugged me. "And I'll do whatever you need me to do. I'll drive you to work…I'll write stuff down for you…I'll be here for emotional support…whatever you need me for, I'm here, babe."

"Thanks," I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "I'll call Clancy in the morning."

I took a deep breath, taking the phone from Noah's hands. "This is Clancy."

"Hi. This is Kurt. Uh, Hummel."

"Hello, Kurt. What can I do for you?"

"I had another dream last night," I explained. "A boy, this time." I quickly told him what had happened. "I…I want to take the job…if the position is still open."

"Kurt Hummel," he said slowly. "We look forward to working with you."

To be continued…