Sue Sylvester was not the kind of person that liked to be kept waiting. Sure, she could wait, if she wanted to but she saw no point if the task could be done quickly and efficiently. That is why Kurt had been so surprised with the mission she had set him.
It had been a usual lovely day in New York, not that Kurt could see so himself with the darkened sunglasses that always seemed to be resting across his eyes - but he could still feel the sun's rays on his skin as he took his usual seat at his usual coffee shop. It was all very innocent or, at least, that's how it seemed. Sitting across from him was his boss, one Mrs Sylvester, wearing another of her seemingly endless supply of all-in-one tracksuits. This time it was purple with blue piping down the side. Kurt had asked her about them once and why she never wore anything else to which she simply smiled and told him they were in case of the need of a quick get-away as she could move freely. Kurt thought that he should probably take note of this as he looked down at his own skin-tight jeans and form-fitting shirts, if he needed to run it probably would feel as 'free' as Sue. But that was the price for fashion and Kurt Hummel definitely liked his clothes. Maybe that was why he'd gotten into the business, to fuel his extravagant life-style.
Sue tossed a file towards him. Kurt flipped the front to met with striking, hazel eyes and unruly, curly, raven hair. He was good looking, Kurt noted, not unusual in this line of work. But Kurt couldn't help thinking that this man was not merely good looking but beautiful. He quickly pushed that thought away and tuned back in to what the women across form him was saying. "- local cat burglar, stole a lot of things from a lot of wealthy people and said wealthy people would like him gone." Kurt nodded along, Sue knew he always wanted to know the who (to as much as an extent as possible - the people who hired him tended to wish to stay on the down-low) and why. He was ending someone's life after all so there should be a pretty good reason. You see, Kurt was an Assassin and this guy was his next target.
"Name?" He asked.
"Haven't you been listening Hummel?" Sue tisked, shaking her head. "Anderson, Blaine Anderson."
