It started out as this, a prompt taken from a tumblr fic:
Kurt is one of the best students at McKinley Academy, school for Exceptional Men and Women. On the outside, it's a fancy boarding school, but on the inside it trains its students to be spies. Then Kurt meets his match - Blaine Anderson - from their sister school, Dalton Academy.
But then it morphed into a full on Glee and Avengers Crossover.
There are three schools like this in the entire country;
The first: Crawford Country Academy - an all-girls school in the outskirts of Columbus.
The second: Dalton Academy - an all-boys school out in Westerville.
The third and final: McKinley Academy - a mixed sex school on the outskirts of Lima. Why they were all situated in Ohio baffled Kurt and his only possible conclusion was that it was somewhere you wouldn't expect and each school was in a place so far out of the way enough nobody would notice. Attention is the last thing any of these schools want.
They're not... schools to be honest. They're not even posh prep schools like the locals are lead to believe. They're training grounds for young assassins. They're all very well connected with each other, something proved by the yearly visits. McKinley usually hosts as it's the largest of the three facilities, hosting 30 or so students from Dalton and another 30 or so from Crawford once a year. The aim is fairly simple; to improve skills and learn from the other students, bounce off each other and learn the things that your school doesn't offer or theirs does differently. Kurt always saw the other two schools visiting his as a reason to fight against the other gender. You can't get complacent fighting guys only to flounder when faced with a woman was his well rehearsed opinion on Dalton and hence his reason for joining McKinley instead. Plus, he had more friends here.
"Hey Ezio!"
Kurt whipped his head up from his locker contents to smile and laugh at his best friend Mercedes as she approached, his train of thought derailing.
"Why does everyone call me that again?" he laughed as he grabbed his books.
"Uh, cause you're the hot, talented, head-bitch-in-charge assassin-in-training," Mercedes smirked.
"You're right, as always. I put the 'sass' into assassin." Kurt smiled, earning a laugh off Mercedes as he closed up his locker and leant against it.
"Hey, you know those Dalton boys are arriving today?"
"They're not here yet? Typical boys," Kurt smiled, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"Oh they are, and damn."
"How many of them are there again?" Kurt asked as they set off down the corridor towards their third period class.
"Thirty one I think. Not really sure but I guess we'll find out soon." She shrugged as they rounded the corner. They reached a large staircase and joined the various students peering over the edge of it to be met by the sight of a large group of boys in blazers.
"Ew, blazers. Dear god the polyester that must be in those things," Kurt said, shaking his head as they descended the stairs towards their class.
"Now, now Kurtiekins; don't go judging those boys already. That's their uniform, they have to wear it."
"We're just lucky ours is much more versatile."
"Like you wouldn't bend the rules if it wasn't," Mercedes smirked.
"I bend the rules anyway Mercedes," Kurt laughed, rolling his eyes as they reached the bottom of the staircase and apparently, the large group of boys.
"Excuse me? Hi," chirped a happy voice from beside the pair. They both turned to find one of the Dalton blazer-clad boys beaming at them.
"Hi," Mercedes smiled back.
"Can you help us? We've no idea where we're going. Apparently our school neglected to give us maps of your school under the pretence of orienteering being a skill we should learn," the boy said, shaking his head as if this was the stupidest idea he'd ever heard.
"Don't tell me they put all of you into one class," Mercedes said disbelieving, adjusting her books to rest them on her hip.
"What? Oh! No, no; we're just terribly confused by the size of this place and banded together," the boy laughed, blushing lightly. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him as his gaze dropped to the floor. Mercedes noted this and promptly smacked Kurt's arm lightly, giving him a look that said 'play nice'. He sent her one back that said 'remember who you're talking to here,' but smiled at the boy as he looked up again.
"Well what classes have you got next? I'm sure we could direct you to the right places," Kurt assured gently. This seemed to please Mercedes as she lessened on the look she was giving him.
"Oh, well we've figured out we're basically split in three groups. One lot of us is in Gadget Training, another in History and another in Italian." The boy chirped happily. Seriously; chirped. He's like some freaking little bird.
"Well, Gadget Training is down another floor and at the end of the corridor; you should find it okay, there's signs on the doors. History is top floor, take the right hand corridor from the top of the stairs and follow around the corner until you find the right room. And Italian you can follow us; we've got Italian too." Mercedes smiled at the boy.
"Awesome! Thanks, one minute then. Let me just tell the guys," the boy smiled before darting into the crowd of guys and relaying the information. The boys all started heading off in the instructed directions, laughing and joking as they went and attracting the gazes of most of the students they passed. Then all that was left was a small group of boys, about eight or so who waited around.
"Hi, you're the guys Blaine said had Italian too right?" asked a blonde haired boy.
"Well if Blaine was Mr. Gel-Helmet then yes," Kurt shrugged, earning a smack on the arm from Mercedes that he dodged easily.
"It's cool, we tease Blaine for it too," laughed the blonde. "I'm Jeff by the way."
"Mercedes and this is Kurt," Mercedes smiled, shaking Jeff's offered hand whose actions were mimicked by Kurt.
"Great! Shall we?" Jeff smiled.
"Indeed we shall," Mercedes laughed as she and Kurt began leading the way down the corridor, around a corner and down to the languages section.
"What room are you guys in? There's two Italian classes right now," Mercedes asked, as they stopped outside Kurt and Mercedes's room.
"We're mostly 304 but Trent and Nick are 305," Jeff explained.
"Trent and Nick, you're with us then," Mercedes smiled as two boys appeared from the group. "Rest of you, I guess we'll see you later and you're in that one," she said, pointing to the door a few metres down.
"Cheers guys," Jeff smiled, heading with the rest towards the new door.
"Later losers," Nick laughed, waving towards his friends who all laughed back. Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled as he stepped into the classroom.
Kurt and Mercedes didn't have another class with any Dalton Boys until their last class of the day; Gym. But, being a school for future assassins and/or spies this is no ordinary gym lesson. It was more Weapons Training.
Kurt sat with Mercedes, Rachel, Santana, Mike and Tina after changing outfits and stretching out, each of them sitting on the bleacher style benches arranged at the side of the room which was more like an inside rock climbing arena of sorts with all kinds of apparatus, everything from scaffold styled building site mock ups to a small forest that lead out through glass doors into the grounds and the real forest. The Dalton boys walked in together in grey sweats and navy tees, each of course with the Dalton logo on. Kurt almost scoffed at how identical they always seemed, how their uniform made them all so bland but bit his tongue.
"Wanky; fresh meat," Santana smirked, wiggling her fingers at the group of boys seductively.
"Oh please. They won't last five minutes," Rachel scoffed.
"I'll second you on that," Kurt laughed, leaning his elbows back on the tier behind him.
"I'd love to see what those guys have got." Mike shrugged.
A moment later Artie rolled in on his wheelchair and high fived Kurt and Mike who were at the bottom tier of the bleachers and therefore closest.
"Scoping out the newbies?" Tina asked.
"You know it girl," Artie smiled.
"Gel-helmet's back," Kurt noted, eyeing the boys.
"So are Jeff and Trent," Mercedes noted, waving at the boys who smiled and waved back.
"Right you lazy-ass girls," called Coach Sylvester announcing the start of the class. The students on the bleacher benches stood and assembled themselves along the bottom, the Dalton boys following suit and lining up towards the far end. Beside Coach Sylvester stood Dalton's combat coach (or at least their representative); Agent Coulson.
"Today we're doing one-on-one combat. Your aim is to pin down your opponent or get cuffs on them. Or both should you feel like it. Agent Coulson, send in your best." Sue smiled. "You're gonna need the best you can get against my kids,"
"Oh it's on Sylvester," smirked Agent Coulson. "Anderson!"
Ah Gel-Helmet Blaine has a surname, Kurt thought as he watched the boy from before Italian step forwards.
"Hummel," Sue called lazily. Kurt smirked and slid from the ranks, taking position beside Blaine.
"Damn," Agent Coulson muttered under his breath, something Kurt didn't miss and smiled at.
"Yes ma'am." Kurt smirked.
"Take your pick of weapons just don't kill him," Sue smiled coyly.
"Not even a little?" Kurt pleaded playfully as he moved across towards the wall of weapons.
"I'm sure Agent Coulson will want his star player back in one piece," Sue laughed.
"Damn," Kurt smirked, grabbing his regular choice of Sai swords. Blaine seemed a little unnerved at this but grabbed a bow and sling of arrows from the wall. All of the weapons were non-lethal, meaning Blaine's arrows merely had those sucker pads on like kids toys do, but they still flew with great accuracy. Kurt smirked but took up his stance.
"Kick his ass Ezio!" called Artie from the sidelines causing Kurt to laugh.
"Ezio?" echoed Blaine in confusion.
"Nickname," Kurt shrugged. "Ezio Auditore de Firenze. Like the game,"
"Didn't take you for a gamer,"
"Bet you think you can take me down too," Kurt smirked.
"You think I won't?" Blaine asked, cocking his head to the side coyly.
"How much are you willing to bet?" Kurt laughed.
"How 'bout dinner? Loser pays," Blaine proposed, smirk on his face.
"I look forward to you paying then," Kurt smirked.
"Done cat-calling boys?" Sue asked.
"Whatever, just; Begin!" called Agent Coulson.
Blaine pulled an arrow out at top speed, loading and aiming in a second flat but Kurt was already moving. He was heading for the scaffold. Blaine's first arrow went flying past Kurt's right ear, though still at least a foot from his head and Kurt laughed, sticking one Sai sword through his belt loop and holding the other momentarily in his teeth as he swung upwards onto the first level. After getting a firm footing and glancing back at the advancing Blaine he smirked and grabbed both swords again. Blaine sent another arrow his way but he caught it between the spikes of his sword.
"Gonna have to do better than that, honey," Kurt called to him, throwing the arrow back with a sharp javelin style throw and missing Blaine by inches. He growled in annoyance as he reached the bottom of the scaffolding, shouldering his bow as he began to climb a lot less agilely than Kurt. Kurt swung down and surprised Blaine, kicking him forwards with a firm footing between his shoulders. Kurt looped round and flipped himself up another level as Blaine growled again and tried to shoot between the planks of wood that made up each layer.
"Really Anderson, that ain't gonna work," Kurt teased coyly as he caught the arrow as it bounced through the cracks, momentum slowed. "Or are you more of a Blanderson?" Kurt teased.
Blaine swung his way up to Kurt's level and pulled a small rapier from behind him.
"Now where were you hiding that?" Kurt laughed as he blocked Blaine's attempts.
"You really don't wanna know?" Blaine huffed as his next swipe was blocked again by Kurt's Sais. (Read: a small holder under his shirt on his lower back, not that Kurt knew that)
"Got anything else up there of interest?" Kurt teased, blocking another attempt and stealing the short sword from Blaine's grasp, "Nice rapier by the way,"
"Was my brother's,"
"Oh, do I detect a little sibling rivalry?" Kurt smirked as he moved forward, Sai under Blaine's chin as Blaine back towards the edge, holding out a hand to grip either side of him on the railings. "Let me guess; never daddy's favourite?"
"Screw you," Blaine spat, knocking the Sais from Kurt's hands and pinning him against an upright pole with an arm under his chin. "Leave my brother out of this,"
"You brought him into this," Kurt shrugged, flipping their positions in one swift movement and pinning Blaine's hands above his head. "Besides," he whispered into his ear. "Never tried a threesome before,"
Blaine's jaw dropped as he stared at the paler, taller boy in shock. He missed therefore, Kurt removing a thin metal bracelet that snapped out into cuffs that then secured around Blaine's own wrists and the scaffold. Kurt took a step back and bit back a laugh at the boy's expression.
"Dinner's on you Gel-Helmet," Kurt smirked, slipping elegantly from the rafters, dismounting with a somersault and landing with perfect grace as Blaine realised what had happened and struggled against the cuffs around his wrists. Kurt was met with loud whooping applause as he returned to the class; high fiving friends and receiving pounds on the back.
Blaine eventually broke free and climbed back down to earth, rubbing his wrists and examining the contraption Kurt had used on him. It hadn't been on the stand of weapons and he could've sworn Kurt was wearing it before he was called up. He snapped it out into a ring, as was one of its functions it seemed, and flung in it a Frisbee throw towards its apparent owner. He almost through it would hit the back of Kurt's head but Kurt swung an arm up and caught it without looking.
"Thanks," Kurt smirked as he turned to Blaine and snapped it back into bracelet form and slid it onto his wrist. Blaine looked annoyed that he hadn't managed to hit Kurt with it but was distracted by several of Kurt's friends starting up a song.
"Well they say the sky's the limit," started out Santana as she stood atop the bleachers.
"And to me that's really true,
But my friend you have seen nothing," Kurt took up, flashing a smirk at Blaine where he walked over to his friends. "Just wait 'til I get through,"
"Because I'm bad! I'm bad! Come on!" called Santana and a few other friends around.
"You know I'm bad! I'm bad! You know it," Smirked Kurt.
"You know I'm bad! I'm bad! Come on, you know!
And the whole world has to answer right now,
Just to tell you once again," called Artie from his chair.
"Who's bad?" Kurt smiled coyly as the group burst out into laughter and applause.
"Alright Porcelain, shows over now. Let's get some more one-on-ones going. Coulson, start grabbing some of your girls to pair up," Coach Sylvester called out.
The class passed as various pairs took the floor, fighting in different areas but all without weapons this time. That way there were six or seven pairs fighting at once.
Rachel managed to pin down Dalton's Wes in a minute flat as he was 'reserved about fighting a girl' he claimed.
Mike took on Jeff and eventually out-skilled him to cuff him after a solid five minutes of almost equal footed fighting.
Tina pinned down Trent who'd teased her for being quiet and instantly regretted it as she flipped him over in a somersault to land flat on his back.
Mercedes took on a boy named Thad and after a solid seven minutes with no progress a tie was called.
Kurt fought and took down a tall boy named Sebastian who was way too cocky for Kurt's liking. After a mere moment's lapse in concentration to gloat at having Kurt underneath him Kurt had spun them and had Sebastian pinned in the most uncomfortable position he could manage. He'd finished with a sharp knee to the groin before he was declared winner.
"Nice accessory," a voice broke Kurt from his concentration. Kurt tore his eyes away from where Santana was currently beating the crap out of a boy apparently named David.
"Thank you Hobbit," Kurt smirked up at the boy standing beside where he was sat before returning his gaze to the fighting pair.
"I take it it's yours and not belonging to McKinley Academy?" Blaine asked, sitting beside Kurt thought leaving a fair gap between them, still wary.
"Indeed. I prefer the weapons my father designs for me than the ones here. Much more personalized," Kurt smiled, fiddling idly with the thin metal bracelet on his wrist.
"Your father in the weapons business?" Blaine asked.
"Used to be. Hard habit to kick though so now it's just me and him he designs for. Of course, I get all the good ones," Kurt smirked.
"Right," Blaine said, not entirely sure how to read this guy.
"Oh, nice attempt earlier; too sentimental though. Advice: don't talk or listen during a fight. You let slip too much then let it affect you. Disastrous really,"
"Thanks for the advice," Blaine scoffed. Kurt smirked at Blaine's expression but returned his gaze to the fights before them in time to see Santana lock David in handcuffs.
"Go Black Widow!" he called to her and he threw her head back in laughter in response then curtsied to him, winking and causing him to laugh in return.
"You guys are big on nicknames here huh?" Blaine asked.
"Hm? Nah, not really. We just give them to each other sometimes. I wish I wasn't stuck with Ezio though," he mused, gaze flicking over to Rachel where she was in a wrestling match on the floor with a brunette.
"Why? Ezio was a kick ass assassin." Blaine defended.
"He's already got a name for himself." Kurt explained before adding, "I'd also rather not be known for a fictional video game character."
"Okay, fair point I guess."
"You'd better stop gelling your hair into oblivion soon by the way, unless you plan on being known as Gel-Helmet that is." Kurt smirked.
"My hair is fine thank you," Blaine defended.
"Your boys don't seem to think so,"
"When were they my boys?" Blaine asked.
"Oh so they're not?" Kurt asked, turning his gaze to the boy beside him. "I was merely under the impression that they looked up to you occasionally, what with Coulson bringing you out as the big guns."
"We don't have a hierarchy at Dalton," Blaine countered.
"Sure you don't. Just like we don't have one here,"
"But you do have one here,"
"Not officially we don't." Kurt shrugged, leaning back and crossing his hands behind his head. "I may be one of the most popular kids in this place but I've earned it over the years. Why else do you think I'm so chummy with Coach Sylvester?"
"Rich kids get privileges." Blaine shrugged as explanation.
"That your claim to fame then?"
"No, I have a better one actually."
"Do tell," Kurt asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'd rather not actually." Blaine said, suddenly becoming tight lipped.
"Oh well. I guess I'll just ask Phil 'bout it," Kurt shrugged.
"Phil who?" Blaine asked.
"Coulson obviously." Kurt laughed like it was obvious.
"And... Why would you ask him?" Blaine asked, intrigued as to how Kurt knew Agent Coulson by his first name.
"Because he's your combat coach from Dalton and clearly knows all the goss on you. That and I know him personally." Kurt shrugged, getting to his feet as the fight session ended and the pairs began to get swapped around.
"And you're not going to tell me how you know him are you?" Blaine sighed, standing too and heading down the bleachers.
"Please," Kurt laughed. "Buy me a drink first,"
"I thought I was buying you dinner?" Blaine smirked, remembering their bet.
"I guess you are." Kurt said, turning to face him and shrugging. "8 o'clock on the dot on the east wing staircase, floor four. Impress me, we're going to Breadstix,"
And with that Kurt descended the last few steps and was quickly swapped into a fight with Jeff. Jeff smirked and laughed with Kurt for a moment before the fights were called to a start and they began. Blaine watched from the bottom step where he decided to sit having not been pulled into a fight. He mentally noted Kurt's requirements but puzzled over his connections. There was more to Kurt than met the eye.
AN: So! Part one of several is up and edited! Little things from the chapter: if you don't know, Ezio Auditore de Firenze is one of the main characters in the Assassin's Creed video games and a rapier is midway between a dagger and a small sword. I hope you like it :D