Summary: Percy Jackson figured he could relax with Annabeth now that the war was over. But when Grover iris messages him about a demigod he can't quite figure out he finds himself enrolling in McKinley High School in Lima Ohio to do a little investigating of his own. Not only does he find a strange son of Poseidon (thanks Dad) but a satyr that has been MIA for over 20 years and knows the last word in disguise. Set before the Heroes of Olympus Rated T for language. I don't own Glee or Percy Jackson.
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Percy couldn't believe his luck. Actually he could, because Percy Jackson had always had shitty luck. Two months, two months after the Titan War his best friend Grover is calling in a favor.

"You want me to do what?" Percy yelled causing the mist in front of him to dissipate.

Grover flinched, "Careful Perc," he cautioned, "You're making the connection worse."

He muttered darkly before returning to normal tones to address Grover, "Where am I going exactly?"

He flinches again before telling Percy, "Lima, Ohio," Grover wasn't scared of Percy, he was scared of Percy's temper.

"I'll be there as soon as I can. Have you handled the paperwork?" Percy asked liking this plan less and less.

Grover nods adamantly.

"I'll see you in a few hours then."

"Bye Percy!"

Percy waved his hand through the mist, then turned to find his mom and stepdad Paul looking at him quietly. Percy's mom was already tearing up but

go to the point quickly, "How long?"

Percy sighed, "A week, maybe two, unless I run into trouble," Which I probably will, he thought, but his mom didn't need to know that.

She nodded and hugged him tightly, "Get packed then, I'll go get some mortal money for you. Don't call Blackjack until I get home, okay honey?"

Percy nodded numbly. Strangely he hadn't even thought of Blackjack yet then again how else was he supposed to get to Ohio?

Fifteen minutes later he was packed up and ready to go. Percy bid his final farewells to his parents, promising his mom he'd iris message her and Annabeth as soon as he could.

Percy let out his best taxi whistle and within minutes he and Blackjack were had to admit he had seen more impressive schools but there was a certain- how would Annabeth put it?- quaintness to it. As soon as he walked in though he felt it. Demigod energy, strong energy at that. Percy shivered and looked over at Grover who nodded before pushing him toward the principal's office- Figgins? What kind of name was that?- to get his schedule.

The whole time a short, young man with deep hazel eyes had been watching him.