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This is a drabble based off of a prompt I received in my Tumblr ask box.
Spy
Kurt crept down the hall and stopped dead as the floor creaked beneath his foot. He held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for Finn's door to burst open, revealing Sam and Tina and Finn himself, waiting to be caught. A few seconds passed and nothing happened, so he released his breath, opened his eyes, and continued. A few steps and he was at his destination: the tiny nook on the opposite side of Finn's door. He pushed himself into the corner as tightly as possible and pressed his ear to the wall, cupping his hands around it so he could hear as much as possible.
And they weren't even singing.
In fact, if Kurt had to guess, the sounds he was hearing were coming from Finn's TV. They were playing video games.
The door to Finn's room swung open and Kurt's eyes widened. The door swung toward him, so he couldn't see who was leaving the room, but he pressed himself even further against his wall and hoped whoever it was didn't find him once the door was closed.
Kurt was not that lucky.
Kurt knew who it was as soon as he spotted the hand curling around the edge of the door to close it. When the blonde was revealed, he simply turned toward the stairs. Kurt couldn't believe he-
"Kurt?"
Sam had made it a few steps before turning back to see Kurt awkwardly hiding next to Finn's door.
"Kurt, were you spying on us?" Sam asked, pretending to be horrified. Kurt saw the quirk of his lips, though.
"No," Kurt responded unconvincingly. Sam walked until he was right in front of Kurt, then stopped and looked him square in the eye. He repeated his question and Kurt broke. "It was Rachel! The second we split up after Schue grouped everybody she threatened me that if I didn't spy she would castrate me!"
On the last two words, Sam's serious face cracked and he started laughing.
"Only Rachel," he muttered, and then grabbed Kurt's hand without warning and tugged. "Come with me to the kitchen. I was gonna grab you on my way down so we could hang out a little, but this works, too. I'll tell you about our song choice."
Kurt grinned. Maybe he was a terrible spy, but he couldn't argue that the result was more than satisfactory.
