Long description: So here's basically it, Kurt is Will Graham, for those who watched Hannibal. There will be no characters from the show, I'm just using the concept, so the plot will differ from the show, for example, there won't be a Glee character playing Abigail Hobs, but there are Glee characters acting as the FBI team. It's not necessary for you to have watched Hannibal, but it doesn't hurt .

An important side note: Due to the characteristics of the story, particularly in future chapters, I decided to cut Finn from the story, originally I had a role planned out for him but I think it will be better if I just don't include him.

So, here´s the first chapter. Please let me know what you think!

"What do we know about the victim?"

"Michael Chang, 25, single, choreographer. The body was found in the second floor of the Hauser & Wirth gallery at 1AM by the security officer. The heart, eyes and tongue are missing from the scene, we think the killer took them. The body was stabbed repeatedly and…"

"Shhh, that is his fiancé."

"Where?"

"There, Asian woman, blue streaked hair. The one crying in the corner."

"Right, well now what?"

"We wait until Hummel is done with his thing"

Sebastian Smythe looked dispassionately at the pile of files that rested on his rather untidy desk. It was already past midnight and, as usual only he and his team remained in the tenth floor of the building. Said team was currently goofing around in the break room, clearly under the impression that Sebastian was completely unfamiliar with their habits, and also deaf.

"Could you keep it down! Or actually do something useful around here!" he shouted after a particularly loud laugh that startled him enough to drop the small pile of papers he had been trying to straighten.

"Sorry boss" Came Santana's unapologetic voice, followed by even more laughter.

"Some agents I got." Sebastian was ready to call it quits for the day, or night if you wanted to be more accurate, when a short flurry of curls stormed into his office.

"There you are! I stood outside of your apartment for a whole hour." An angry Blaine Anderson was an unusual sight; an angry and ungelled Blaine Anderson spelled some kind of disaster. "I told you to leave Kurt out of it!"

Sebastian's team had quieted, and someone, probably Sam, had been nice enough to shut the door and provide a little privacy.

"Calm down Blaine! You didn't tell me to leave Kurt out of it, in fact it was you who told me he could help with the investigation. And that is what he is doing." Seriously, his ex was so dramatic sometimes.

"Yes help, as in consult with you, provide insights or advise. I did not mean that you should drag him to some museum in the middle of the night to look at some grotesque corpse!" He was pacing the room from side to side, clearly having worked himself into some kind of fit, coming close to Sebastian but never to close. Probably afraid of the consequences of punching an FBI agent.

"Look Blaine," for once Sebastian did not look like the seventeen year old that had played heartbreaker with every guy that crossed his path, "the little princess is good at what he does, a man is dead, and there could be more. It is my job to prevent more killings from happening, yes, and I intend to do it. But don't think, not even for one second, that I would be as callous and uncaring as to take some innocent person and throw him in the path of some murderer. Hummel is helping, still if I were to think that the job is too much for him I will be first one to pull him out. I hope you can at least trust me that much."

"I do trust you, Sebastian. It's just that Kurt is not in a very good place right now, hasn't been for a while really, and I don't want you to push him." Anger temporarily gone he was again the sweet guy everyone fell in love with on sight. "He might not be able to realise when he reaches his limit."

Oh great, he was going to cry, Sebastian could easily tell, Blaine's eyes had always had some kind of supernatural glow to them, almost too big for his face, but the way they were glittering just then was a clear warning for the incoming tears.

"Stop, stop, stop. Before you start wailing your tinny yet melodramatic heart out, listen to this." Blaine sniffed only a little offended. "I'm going to meet Hummel in the afternoon, we are going to talk privately before the group meeting, if you think it will make you feel better, you can come too."

He took one look at Blaine's beaming face and added, "As long as you don't try to interfere."

In the next room, three heads were glued to the door not missing a word. At least the blond guy looked mildly regretful.

"I knew he was a pussy underneath."

"Shut it Puckerman, I can´t hear!"

Blaine wandered around Central Park, despairing and cursing his big mouth. He had wanted to help, he always wanted to help except, this time, for this victim, he hadn't been enough. Sebastian's job was fascinating, but sometimes his cases were more than he could stomach, the kind of cases that left him wide eyed in the middle of the night, jumping at every little sound, double checking the shadows. Sometimes it made him doubt his ability on his field.

Blaine had surprised himself one day several years before when he had decided, with very little forethought to switch mayors, from musical theatre to psychology. He loved music, still did, but there was something about being able to help people, using his past experiences and natural ability to empathize to make a difference in someone's life, he knew first hand just how important it was to have someone willing to listen to your problems. Seeing a psychologist had helped him greatly during his teenage years. If he was completely honest, he would have to say it had saved his life.

The path had not been easy; he was mostly unaccustomed to long hours of study and books that seemed to never reach an end, yet through a lot of effort and perseverance he had succeeded. His degree brought him great satisfaction, and what seemed more important, it had led him to Kurt.

Kurt, the sweet and talented non-psychiatrist, he had so carelessly tossed in the middle of a dangerous investigation. And just because he had wanted to help an old friend.

The office that was to host the meeting was typically FBI, white, clean and efficient. Not even a painting hanging, not a chair out of place. Kurt Hummel, who was about to be introduced to the rest of the team, found it extremely unimaginative, as were most of the individuals that populated the building, if that wasn't the case he would not be needed in the first place. The only color that stood out in the room was red, from Kurt's jacket, a pen that had been discarded by Sebastian and the pictures. At least a dozen of pictures that clearly depicted the remains of one Mike Chang, as his girlfriend insisted they called him, he had hated Michael, she informed them in between tears.

The scene had been gruesome, the body splayed in all the right angles, an almost clinical eye to detail. All of the information had been neatly detailed in the report Kurt had written, in the hopes of avoiding the meeting all together, which proved to be an unsuccessful endeavor.

He sighed tiredly, and Sebastian stared at him clearly annoyed, unsurprising really, Kurt supposed leading an FBI team of agents who specialized solely in serial killers and grisly cases was bound to leave a person in a state of perpetual discomfort. At least Blaine would arrive soon. Less than a minute later, he did.

The curly haired man practically bounded towards Kurt and enveloped him in a hug. Completely sidestepping Sebastian and causing amusement in the three figures that followed him into the room.

By the time Blaine and Kurt had separated and taken their seats several more faces had entered the room.

"Okay" Sebastian stood huffing slightly. Whether it was out of anger to everyone in the room or simply to draw everyone's attention to himself, it was impossible to tell. "First we are going to introduce some new members to the team and then we'll begin."

Several heads nodded with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

"Santana Lopez, Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans, this is Agent William Schuester, he just transferred from Washington and will be assisting during this case, I don't have time for hellos, greet each other on your own time!" He added when it looked like William was considering shaking hands. "Then we have Dr Kitty Wilde, she is a forensics specialist in training and will be working with us from now on."

"Cool, now we can have a foursome." Noah "Puck" Puckerman winked scandalously at Kitty, she didn't look very impressed.

"And finally, this is Kurt Hummel, he is going to be consulting for us, he is a specialist in behavioral analysis and criminal profiling. Ah! and this is Blaine, please ignore his presence, it should pretty simple as he doesn't take much room."

Blaine blushed bright red while Santana and Puck cackled. Kurt simply patted his hand in awkward comfort.

"So, let's begin." Like a well-oiled machine, each agent took their place, Puck arranged the files, each folder filled with their pictures of the case, Santana stood by the board and Sam brought some diagrams.

"The victim was Michael Chang, 25 years old, he was a choreographer just starting to make a name for himself in the theatre field. He was engaged to Tina Cohen-Chang, the body was found in the gallery where her exhibit was to take place. No siblings, we've already contacted his parents and they will by flying in tonight, Evans is going to be questioning him after they see the body." Santana sat down and smoothly, Puck took over.

"The body was badly disfigured as you can see. Some organs are missing; we believe took them as memento. The eyes were surgically removed as well as the tongue and heart. Dr Wilde's report indicated it was done post mortem." He waited a second until Kitty took her cue.

"Oh!" She scrambled briefly for her report, clearly not expecting to be called so soon "Right...I was able to determine the cause of death, it was due to several stab wounds to the abdomen, leaver and , though the body also exhibited signs of trauma to the head, likely due to the use of a blunt object. The organs were removed with a sharp blade, might be a scalpel, post mortem and… that's all."

"Very good Kitty, keep it up", Kurt sighed at Sebastian, it was clear someone had complained about his leadership skills in the past, his efforts at being a supportive boss were so fake and transparent it was shocking Kitty had not been insulted by them. Blaine squeezed his hand gently, either having the same idea or simply out of reflex, he had always been a very tactile person, especially when facing difficult situations.

Sam Evans took a manila folder and started handing out several sheets of paper to everyone present, he hesitated when he reached Blaine, the boss hadn't mentioned him so he hadn't been counted when making the copies, luckily Blaine saved him the trouble. "I'll share with Kurt, thanks!"

"Right, well, the body was found at 1 AM Wednesday by a security guard in the Hauser & Wirth gallery, he was last seen by his girlfriend Ms. Cohen Chang at 9PM approximately, they had dinner and left separately. Mr. Chang was supposed to go to his studio to pick up a script but according to the security guard at the studio he never made it there. We are trying to retrace his steps, but we believe tomorrow we will be speaking to his co-workers." Sam finished with a short layout of the gallery and possible ways the killer could have entered and exited.

As the pictures of the deceased Mike Chang circled the table most of those present began to feel less than comfortable, a small knot forming in their stomachs and a void right about the middle of their chests, Blaine went as far as sitting extra straight in order to press his back against the chair and maybe that way stop the uncomfortable shivers he felt. Only two remained unperturbed, Kitty because though she was the youngest in the room, she had gone into forensics for a reason and Kurt, who had seen the body first hand and had reconstructed a pretty clear visualization of how the murder had taken place, every gory detail firmly imprinted on his brain a result of a rare combination of empathy and pure imagination. Such was the reason he was in the meeting in the first place, his mind's rotten skill, the very thing that made him a renown criminal psychiatrist despite the fact he hadn't managed to ever complete his degree.

Sebastian observed his team, plus Blaine, and decided it was time to let the last person speak, he had decided early on that Schuester would not be a very active part of the investigation, at least until he had managed to find out exactly why he had been transferred so suddenly. "Hummel, care to add something?"

Followed by a very reluctant, "Yes." Kurt looked terribly uncomfortable and chose to stay seated, as if that could somehow remove some attention from him.

"The killer is someone who knew the victim," he fixed his gaze on the wall in front of him; eye contact would only make things harder. "Possibly a colleague, or one the actors he was working with. It was done in anger, a crime of passion that was turned into something more artistic."

"Artistic?" Schuester interrupted, earning him a glare from Sebastian and an apathetic stare from Kurt.

"Yes, the killing itself was sudden and unplanned, but the placement of the body was careful, the way it was arranged, it was as if they tried to turn the body into something more than just a corpse. But, and this is important, it wasn't about Mike Chang, the display I mean, it was about the killer, and about the gallery where he was found. For the killer the corpse was no longer a person, just an object for him to use at will, for a purpose. I think the girlfriend will be able to provide more information, it may be an attack against both of them even if there was only one victim."

"Fiancé." Blaine was suddenly at the receiving end of seven stares. "I know Tina, we went to school together and we stayed in touch. They were going to marry, she told me a couple of weeks ago, one person is dead, yes. But Mike was not the only victim."

That bit of information was the final drop to make an upsetting case all the more depressing, so Sebastian decided to wrap things up for the time being.

Finally it was decided that Santana and Puck would speak to the people at the dance studio, Sam, who was the kindest of Sebastian's men, and woman, would meet the parents and Sebastian would escort Kurt to speak to Tina, Blaine insisted to be present, because Tina was his friend, or so he said. Really, Sebastian was sure that it had more to do with a desire to be near Kurt and a lack of trust in his ability to keep him safe. Ridiculous.

Once again, Blaine was wandering aimlessly around Central Park, but his mood was significantly improved from the day before.

"I'm glad you came." He looked at Kurt, big honey eyes reflecting the glow from the streetlights, hand holding Kurt's tightly.

"Please Blaine, don't. I know you feel guilty; I know you think I'm some kind of basket case that can't handle the slightest…" Suddenly Kurt was turned around and found himself facing a very upset Blaine.

"Don't! I would never think that about you, hell, Kurt, you of all people should be able to see that. I worry, yes. But I always worry, about you and about everyone." They walked towards an empty bench and sat down facing a fountain; the park was unusually crowded, probably due to the incoming spring and the warmer weather. It felt cheerful and lively and Blaine wanted to run around like a small child. He looked at Kurt sadly, realizing that for all of his empathy; it was one urge his friend would never feel.

"I worry about you, I know you haven't recovered from your father loss and… well, I feel like I should have been there for you some more." At which point Kurt let out a little laugh, small, but the most beautiful sound Blaine had heard.

"You mean crashing my apartment for two months and monitoring all of my meals wasn't enough? What about helping me make the arrangements, or calling my boss at college or answering all my mails to the students? You think dumping everything in your life for me wasn't enough?"

"It's never enough." The curly haired man was as sad as Kurt had ever seen him. He thought about calling Sebastian, telling him to keep Blaine away from the case, thought about telling Sebastian he would be staying away. Then he searched his pockets for his wallet.

"Come on, let's go eat. I'm hungry". The following day they would be talking to the grieving girlfriend and they would need all of their energy.