Blaine paced around the hotel room, glancing at Kurt longingly. Kurt paid no attention however, as he was examining various newspapers and case files from the general Lima area. Blaine wanted something to do- particularly his extremely attractive boyfriend- but at this point he'd settle for anything Kurt offered. Even if it was to run out and get lunch.
As if reading his mind, Kurt quietly asked, "Are you bored?" He hadn't even looked up.
"Obviously," Blaine whined, crossing his arms in agitation. "Why can't I help do the research?"
"Because the last time we did research together," Kurt began, a small grin on his face, "we didn't get very far."
"I would like a minute for rebuttal!" Blaine declared, a devilish grin on his face.
Kurt rolled his eyes, but Blaine could see his cheeks had turned a bright shade of red. "You do remember a poltergeist murdered 3 other people in that time, right?"
Blaine pouted. "We would have been in the hotel room anyway!"
Kurt chose to disregard that, and carried on with his work. Blaine sighed. At one time all he had to do was hint at sex and Kurt went right along with it. But Kurt took this job pretty seriously, and right now it was not worth arguing.
"If I promise not to attempt to seduce you, can I please help?" He begged. Kurt finally looked up. After looking over Blaine for a moment, he nodded.
"Alright. Here are a few papers. See if anything stands out," he said, handing Blaine a few files.
"Thank you!" Blaine beamed. "I swear I was minutes away from shooting the walls."
Kurt flinched. He remembered all too well the last time that had happened. It hadn't ended well for anyone involved. Especially the wall.
Giving Blaine a quick kiss, he returned to the folder he'd been studying. It had potential. A series of vicious animal attacks had occurred throughout the town, all seemingly by the same creature.
"What do you think of this?" Kurt asked, passing over the case. "Think it's our type of job?"
Blaine looked it over, and shook his head. "Well it's definitely not a werewolf," he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Think it could be a skin walker?"
The more Kurt thought of it, the less likely it seemed. "To be totally honest," he replied solemnly, "I think it is just a stray dog. A skin walker would kill humans. Either way, it's not supernatural. Not our area."
They both groaned and returned to what they were doing.
A few minutes later, Blaine looked up and tugged on Kurt's sleeve.
"Be careful!" Kurt snipped. "It's taffeta. It wrinkles so easily."
Blaine fought back the urge to argue the silliness of that statement, given their profession, and said, "Check this out. It is definitely our kind of work." Unfolding the local newspaper, he began to read,
"Local Spanish teacher, William Schuester, has just been charged with the brutal murder of his ex-wife, Terri. Several eyewitnesses looked on as he took out a knife and repeatedly stabbed her, before running off. He was later apprehended and brought into custody. However, he claims that he was nowhere near the crime scene, as he was rehearsing with the school glee club at the time of the murder. All the members of the club and various teachers support his alibi, leaving police baffled."
"… damn." Kurt whispered, eyes wide. "How can someone be two places at once?"
"That's what we have to find out," Blaine replied, no longer bored. In fact, he looked positively ecstatic. Sometimes Kurt worried about this man…
Half an hour later they were standing around the corner from the police station, pulling on their jackets and grabbing their fake badges.
"Hold on," Blaine ordered. Kurt stopped and turned around with a grin. He knew exactly where this was going. It happened every time Kurt wore a suit. Blaine stepped in front of him and carefully adjusted the collar. He then proceeded to smooth out the lapels. He had been doing it since the first day they met, so Kurt just went along with it. With a quick glance around, he wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist, and drew him in for a kiss. Blaine's hands slid up and cupped Kurt's face. Very delicately Kurt turned his head and pushed his tongue into Blaine's mouth, exploring with surprising intensity. Blaine moaned in the kiss, grabbing Kurt's collar and pulling him in closer still.
When Kurt finally pulled away Blaine sighed contentedly. Kurt stepped back, allowing both of them a chance to breathe. It was only when they began to head inside the station that Blaine cried,
"Oh… I messed up your collar!" He quickly attempted to fix it again, but Kurt backed away.
"Forget it, Blaine! It's fine." Kurt shouted louder than he intended, holding his hands out defensively. Blaine, slightly taken aback, gave Kurt the gloomiest look he had ever seen. Kurt's resolve instantly softened. "Alright, fine! Go ahead."
Blaine instantly perked up and straightened the collar.
"Happy?" Kurt asked sarcastically. Blaine nodded vigorously. Together, they entered the station.
"Can I help you?" a cop asked, looking up at them from his desk.
"Yes. I'm Bruce Wayne. This is my partner, Dick Grayson. We're with the FBI and would like to ask you a few questions," Blaine stated simply. Kurt glared at him. If looks could kill, Blaine would be dead before he hit the floor. Batman and Robin? Seriously?
The cop stared at them, not entirely sure if they were telling the truth (which they weren't, but still…). Deciding that they seemed legitimate, he stood up. "What would you like to know?"
"We're here about the murder of Terri Schuester," Kurt answered coldly, using all his self-restraint to not kill his partner.
"Ah, yes. I figured. It's the strangest case I've ever seen. We have eyewitnesses who saw him commit the murder, and witnesses who confirm his alibi, saying he was at the high school. Of course, his alibi falls to pieces, since the murder was caught on film."
"Film?" Kurt and Blaine asked at once, causing the cop to stare again.
"…yes," he finally said, still gaping at the two 'feds'. "I take it you would like to see it…"
"Yes we would," Blaine answered. "Immediately."
The policeman led them into a nearby room and told them to sit. When he left to retrieve the tape, Kurt pounced (and not in the way Blaine would have wanted).
"Next time," he growled, pointing a finger at Blaine accusingly, "we choose our names together. BEFOREHAND! And if you make me the crappy sidekick again, I swear to the Flying Spaghetti Monster in the sky I will murder you in unimaginable ways. Or better yet, I will never sleep with you again!"
"You wouldn't dare…" Blaine whispered, his voice cracking. There was little doubt in his mind that Kurt *would* dare. He didn't like the sound of that.
"Dick Grayson? I'm gay, Blaine. But I'm not that gay," He glowered.
Blaine shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Before he could reply though, the cop returned with the tape in hand.
The officer hit play, and the surveillance footage turned on. Kurt and Blaine stared at the screen intently, looking for any sign of something supernatural about the case. A blonde woman walked into view, messing with something in her purse. Sure enough, a moment later a young man entered the scene, drew a knife, and ran up to her. Gruesome doesn't begin to cover it. Even Kurt began to feel slightly queasy.
Schuester eventually stopped, glanced at the camera, and ran off.
"Wait a second!" Blaine commanded. "Rewind that. To where he looks at the camera."
The cop did as he was told and rewound. As soon as Schuester looked directly at the camera he paused.
"See? He was clearly there," the cop stated. "There are no doubts about his identity."
The two hunters had stopped listening to him though. Something else had caught there attention. Schuester's eyes. They were… glowing. Slowly, they turned to each other, horrified expressions on their faces.
"Well, what do you think?" the cop asked.
"I think…" Kurt began, "we need to do some investigating. You are right, it's clearly him, but we would like to talk to the members of this glee club he runs."
With that, they stood up, shook the policeman's hand, and walked out. They didn't say anything until they were back at the car.
"Oh sweet Lady Gaga, we are totally screwed!" Kurt cried, pacing around anxiously.
Blaine leaned against the car and didn't say anything. What could he say? Kurt had summed up their crappy situation pretty damn well.
"A shapeshifter, Blaine! We are dealing with a shapeshifter! Who at this point could be anyone in this town! And how do we get this teacher out of jail? 'You see officer, he didn't kill his ex. A supernatural creature that looks JUST like him did.' Ya. They will totally buy that."
Blaine bit his lip, contemplating there next move. "I think…" he began slowly, "we need to visit this Glee Club. It's the only lead we have."
He walked over to Kurt and pulled him in to a tight hug. Kurt sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe they should have just had sex after all. Life would have been so much easier…
I don't even know anymore. I really don't. *sighs*