Note: (Future!fic where they're married, history is canon till end of season 5) I've decided to post this by short chapters. This one mainly focuses on Kurt, and is rather angsty.


The second he flips the folder open, Kurt's heart stops and his whole body freezes.

In retrospect, he should have figured out earlier. He could have figured it out, but maybe he was just blinded by love, not that he would have it any other way, but his ego was a tad bit bruised. He's one of the top special agents out there and he didn't even pick up the fact that his husband was a special agent too?

The bolded words 'Blaine Anderson-Hummel' were staring back at him, and next to it, his husband's face. The same handsome face that he kissed goodbye right before he left for work a few hours ago.

Kurt was so caught up in his own world that he didn't even register Isabelle talking to him before she snapped her fingers in front of him. He jolted up and cleared his throat as he closed the folder. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Are you alright, honey?" Isabelle asked, her voice laced with concern as she placed her hand on his, "you're looking a little pale."

"I-I'm fine. Just… fine. Now, the briefing?" Kurt slipped back into his professional self, lest he crumble into a billion pieces.

Isabelle smiled at him warmly before nodding, "as I mentioned, this is going to be a joint mission and we'll be collaborating with the FBI."

So Blaine's working for the FBI. Great, that sure puts his heart at ease.

"The folder contains all the information about the mission and also agent you will be working with." His boss continued, a sympathetic smile on her face, "but I have a feeling you already know all about him, don't you?"

"I thought that I did…" Kurt mumbled.

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off. Stay at home and let the whole thing register. We'll start on this case tomorrow." Isabelle placed her hand on his again, giving him an encouraging squeeze.

"I…" Kurt started before cutting himself off with a huge sigh, "okay. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"I expect to see you and your hubby's cute lil butts here in my office at 9am tomorrow."


Kurt toed off his shoes as he stepped into his apartment, shutting the door with his hip. Glancing down at the shoe rack, he noted that Blaine wasn't home yet. Of course he wasn't, Kurt was home early today, and Blaine was probably still at the office-

But he wasn't at the office. At least not the office at the talent scouting company that he always thought Blaine worked at.

When Isabelle recruited him to work, she told him that was just a mere cover story for their work as the CIA. Sure, he was hesitant at first, but the thought of being able to help his country in such a manner, to protect the people that he loved; he took the opportunity. Isabelle had given him small jobs to start off with, since he was still in NYADA, and Kurt learnt how to juggle work and study without a hitch. Upon graduation, she tasked him with greater and much riskier jobs, and as the years passed he slowly rose in the ranks. Now, Kurt Anderson-Hummel, alias Blackbird has become one of the most skilled agents in the industry.

It was difficult, hiding the secret from his family, friends and Blaine, especially when Blaine joined him in New York after he graduated, but he managed.

Sure, he felt guilty for lying, and sure, every time he was out on the field, he would worry if he would be able to get back to Blaine in one piece, but he always thought back to why he wanted to take this path, then steeled his resolve and made himself a promise "I will return back to Blaine."

Injuries were sustained, it was a known fact about his job that he was bound to get hurt sooner or later. Every time Blaine would ask what happened, and many times Kurt wanted to just blurt the truth out but held back. He couldn't be selfish, telling Blaine would be putting him in harm's way, and…

"Baby, what happened?" Blaine murmured, running his fingers gently over Kurt's bandaged arm.

I was careless and didn't notice that the guy had a knife on him. The words were on the tip of his tongue, wanting to burst out.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, whose eyes were still glued on his bandaged arm, caressing softly, almost as if Kurt would break if he touched too hard. He saw his husband's eyes sparkle with unshed tears as he took his hand and placed it on his cheek, planting a feather light kiss on the palm of his hand.

If he let the truth slip and told him, Blaine would probably never stop worrying. He couldn't put him through that.

So he lied. Just like he always did and ignored the stab of guilt that hurt a hundred times more than the wound on his arm.

"Oh you know how clumsy I am, just an accident with the sewing machine."

There were also days where he had to go on longer missions, those that could last for about a week. He would tell Blaine that he had to help out at a fashion show somewhere as a cover, guilt gnawing at him insistently.

Thinking back, he should have been able to notice these things with Blaine too. How he would come back home with scratches and bruises sometimes and blame it on his clumsiness. Or how he sometimes had to go for 'talent scouting' trips without prior notice and be gone for a week or two.

Wait, if Blaine was working in June Dolloway's talent scouting company then did that mean that June was Blaine's boss in the way that Isabelle was his? That would mean that Blaine's been working in the FBI for years.

Kurt let out a huge sigh and looked around the empty apartment as he padded over to the bedroom. He was going to have words with Blaine when he got home, but until then, a bubble bath and lazing in bed with a huge tub of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Therapy ice cream sounded amazing.