A/N: So this was prompted by KlaineGleekStarkidfan4eva (that name is totally awesome), and it's basically starting from the beginning. I'm tired of the Warblers being the bad guys in Season 4 when in Season 2 they were nice and had the zero-tolerance bullying policy. I also want the simpler beauty of Klaine back. So Kurt and Blaine haven't met yet, and Blaine has been sent by our beloved Warbler boys to go and spy on the New Directions. This is my first third person story, so it mightn't be the best, but hope you enjoy!

Spies

Blaine sighed as he turned yet another corner in the corridor, completely lost. How did he manage to get dragged into these situations?

It had started at a Warbler meeting, the council trying to decide what songs they were going to perform for Sectionals. Blaine had tried putting a suggestion through, but through all of the chaos, he was just an addition to the sea of voices coming from the large group of boys.

When Wes had finally gotten his act together and used his gavel to bring them all to attention, Blaine had given up, slumped against one of the comfortable Dalton couches. He gave another big pep talk about how Sectionals was coming up, making Blaine groan inwardly. He knew they had a competition soon; it was all they had spoken about for weeks.

Blaine had let his mind wander as he sat through the droning voice, staring blankly ahead at the wall. He himself was rather fond of the idea of performing a Katy Perry number, but the council was still skirting around the idea of actually singing Teenage Dream like Blaine had suggested. He knew they would end up doing something else, despite the practice they were putting into the song now. Blaine hoped some good would come out of the rehearsals. He didn't like the idea of constantly getting accidentally hit by Thad for no reason. Maybe they would do an impromptu performance?

"... And Warbler Blaine would be the one to do it. All in favour?" Blaine's head snapped up and glanced around the room in shock as he heard Wes finish his sentence.

There was a quiet murmur of agreement as all Warblers but Blaine had raised their hands. He looked over at Jeff with a confused glance. The blonde boy just shrugged indifferently, but gave him a small, apologetic look. It took Blaine a moment to realise that Jeff also had his hand raised.

"Wait - -"

"Sorted." Wes interrupted the confused boy, striking the gavel once. That was it. Once that had happened, there was no arguing. It was pointless trying; you would just get denied, one of the strict rules the council ensured every new member knew. And Blaine didn't even know what was happening. What the hell is going on here?

Blaine stood up in protest, bewilderment still striking in his eyes. "What's going on?" Blaine demanded, flushing pink the slightest bit. He knew that by saying that, it was an admittance to that he hadn't been listening properly. He tried to ignore it as he eyed up the three boys sitting at the head table, his eyes widened and almost threatening.

"You're going to observe the New Directions while they practice." David – another on the council – said to Blaine, raising one eyebrow.

"We are reducing our standards to spying now?" Blaine said angrily, feeling his face heat up a little more. "Well?"

He was risking it now. Blaine was one of the newest members; the only thing entitling him to more say was the fact that he was lead soloist. If someone like Ethan, who had only transferred a few weeks ago, had tried to pull a stunt like Blaine was right now, he would probably get a warning. At drastic measures, he would possibly get a suspension.

Blaine was a good student at Dalton Academy. He never caused trouble, completed his assignments on time, was producing fairly good grades, was the lead soloist in the school Glee club and had a good reputation for being cheerful and helpful. He did not want it ruined by being caught in spying, cheating, in another school. Blaine prayed that David or Thad would understand and somehow bend the rules just this once. Wes, on the other hand, would take a lot more convincing.

"Warbler Blaine, I'm going to have to ask you to sit back down." Wes' voice controlled an amount of authority that Blaine was only mildly used to. He sat back down with flamed cheeks as the boy continued. "You're going to go to McKinley to observe the New Directions, our competition. You wouldn't have been as surprised if you were listening." Cue Wes shooting daggers at Blaine.

"Why me? Why not one of the other members?" Blaine protested. He knew it was childish, but he really didn't want to risk letting his reputation go to free fall.

"We chose you because you are the one who would risk being caught the least." David eyed Blaine up warily, before a smirk spread across his face. "Could you really imagine Thad or I trying to spy? Or Cameron even?"

"Hey!" There was a yell from the far corner of the room as Cameron sat up a little straighter, a disgruntled look covering his face. The room erupted in laughter, and Blaine couldn't help but giggle himself. Cameron would possibly make the worst spy known to man. Meanwhile, the boy was quietly grumbling to himself. "I would make a great James Bond..."

"Then it's decided. Blaine, tomorrow you will be going to McKinley. Meeting dismissed." And with that, Wes called the meeting to a close, a smile still present on his face as he gathered his papers and stood up.

Blaine groaned inwardly, burying his face in his hands for a moment. Yes, of course it would be him who would be pulled into the awkward, troublesome situations. He sat like this for a moment before he reluctantly stood up, slinging his bag on his shoulder before joining the throng of boys making their way to the exit. Someday, Blaine thought to himself bitterly, I will get Wes back for making me go through this. Just wait. Someday, I will...

"This looks exactly like the corridor from before..." Blaine mumbled to himself, resisting the urge to start pulling at his hair. No need to ruin the gel and look stupid.

Blaine sighed, about to give up and turn back when he heard a faint noise of a drum solo beginning, before a hum of a voice singing. Blaine's heart picked up a beat hopefully, quickening his pace in another direction as he followed the noise eagerly. As soon as he rounded the next corner he slowed down, trying not to make any noise that would draw attention. This must be it. Finally.

The boy eyed up the only open door in the hall. This must be one of the few clubs being held after school today; the noise coming out of the classroom would have surely disturbed other activities. Blaine took a deep breath and held it as he edged towards the door, thankfully not too wide open. As he was about a metre away, he recognised the song with a smile. Stop In The Name of Love had always been a guilty pleasure of his.

The smile quickly disappeared into a frown as he moved closer, the room almost in view now. Was that a mash up? His spirits dampened slightly. They were really good. His stomach dropped as he came into view of the boys singing.

The tallest boy with brown hair was singing currently, his voice matching the style perfectly. His moves were a little awkward and clumsy, but otherwise was great. The guy with the Mohawk caught his attention next, giving the group that bad-boy stage impression that looked as though was needed. There was a boy in wheelchair, and his vocals was an obvious contribution, as well as for the Asian and blonde haired boy on either side of him. There was no mistaking it, they were good. He couldn't help but think that there was something missing. There was a weirdly large gap between the lead vocalist and blonde haired boy.

Blaine was almost too caught up into the performance, not realising at first the faint click of footsteps coming from a distance. He gasped and back away from the door immediately. He glanced around quickly, before deciding to head to the nearest gap where he thought he wouldn't be seen. He cursed himself ever so quietly as he realised it was just part of an entrance to a classroom; not another corridor, which he originally thought.

He hid behind it for a few moments, breathing quicker. He risked turning his head to the side and peeking around the corner just a tiny bit. Just enough for him to see who it was. He knew it was stupid, he didn't know anyone at McKinley after all, but his curiosity got the better of him a lot of the time.

He wasn't really expecting to see a smartly dressed boy with hair obviously carefully styled walk in. His face was smooth and clear of spots – an uncommon factor for boys of this stage in high school – so Blaine automatically assumed he must take care of his skin. He eyed him up curiously for another moment, thankful that the unknown person was on his phone and was unaware of the Warbler in hiding. Blaine reluctantly turned away into his hiding spot again.

The one thing that had caught Blaine's attention, was that the boy was frowning and looked quite upset. It was hard, but Blaine had to fight his initial instincts to go over and try and comfort him; he hated seeing someone in distress. Although, his mind battled his heart and won. No, it wouldn't be very clever of me as a spy to go over to the competition and practical stranger and ask if he's okay. Have I gone mad?

Blaine shook his head to himself, checking the corridor once more to find it clear. He then started his quest to try and find his way out of this school, questioning his insanity as he walked. Wes so owed him for this.

Blaine had texted his fellow Warblers about what he'd seen at McKinley, and apart from a few questions, the next day had returned fairly back to the usual day. Cameron was still trying to prove he was stealthy by either pulling tricks or jumping out at his fellow classmates, failing at every attempt apart from one. Then again, Nick has always been known as the one most easily scared.

It was only when David had sent around a text to every Warbler in the morning, informing them of an impromptu performance of Teenage Dream in the Senior Commons room after school that Blaine knew that this week was not going his way. First he was sent to spy on a rivalry school to spy and almost got caught, now he was going to have to sing without a moment's notice? Yes, he would perform it and was always prepared, but it would have been nice to have been better informed.

He went through the rest of his day as normal, working hard in classes and goofing around with friends at break periods. Once he saw Cameron fall over when trying to jump at Nick again from behind, his mood was lightened a little bit more. Maybe the song won't be that bad.

He quickly tread down the stairs with a smile on his face, alongside the other Warblers, aiming for the commons room. Okay, he definitely was excited.

He was a little surprised when he felt a tap on his shoulder as he touched down on the marble flooring, a clear, high pitched voice excusing themselves. His surprise further increased when he turned around to see a boy. The voice could have easily belonged to a girl. It was only when Blaine concentrated on the face more closely that he had to try hard to contain his shock. Okay, karma definitely hated on him this week so far.

It was the boy from McKinley. The one who looked upset.

"Um... Hi, can I ask you a question? I'm new here." The boy smiled politely at Blaine, who had been nervously biting his lip.

"Yes, of course." Blaine chirped back with a forced smile on his face. Damn this karma. He extended his arm out. "My name is Blaine."

"Hello, Blaine." The boy took his hand, seemingly a little bewildered as he looked down at their connected hands. "I'm Kurt."

Kurt. Blaine ran the name through his head a couple times. Yes, it definitely suited the boy standing in front of him. He returned Kurt's firm grip, noticing mildly that he had very soft hands. Softer than Blaine's, and Blaine moisturised his. Did that mean Kurt did too? He was a little curious at the thought. So this kid dresses nice - more so than the average teenage boy – and looks as though he spends time on his hair, has a face clean of spots and really soft hands. Blaine couldn't help but instinctively question Kurt's sexuality.

"So, what exactly is going on here?" Kurt asked politely, releasing his hand and looking around at the stream of boys still rushing down the steps.

Wait. What's Kurt, someone at McKinley whom I spied on yesterday, doing at the Dalton today? Crap. Someone must have found me out.

Much love for Jayvul for being my beta-reader. So, yeah, that's it. I hope I did the prompt some justice! For anyone who is here from my other story, I am going to continue both; just alternate between the two when posting chapters. Right, I know that there isn't Klaine here, I'm just building up to it. Being completely honest, this was fun to write. Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed! ~JustAnotherUltimateFangirl