(A/N:) Hey everyone. I finished one of my stories so to celebrate I'm starting a new one. I love all of the Hannibal Lector movies and this fic is based off the first one. I will be going in the movie direction but I will be adding twists and turns in the fic that was not in the movie.

Here is who is going to be who, more characters will be added later on...

.Kurt Hummel- Clarice Starling.

.Adam Crawford- Jack Crawford.

Dave Karofsky- Frederick Chilton.

Blaine Anderson- Hannibal Lector.

Sebastian Smythe- Buffalo Bill.

Victim 1- Mercedes Jones.

Victim 2- Lauren Zizes.

Victim 3- Tina Cohen-Chang.

Victim 4- Millie Rose.

Victim 5- Quinn Fabray.

Rachel Berry- Kurt's best friend who also goes to the FBI academy.

I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter.

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Kurt's POV:

[Location: FBI academy in Quantico, Virginia.]

Sweat poured down my face as I ran faster and faster. I was pleased that all my years of exercising since I was a teenager has paid off because I'm only half way through the obstacle course and not even began to wheeze yet.

I paced myself as I saw a long rope trailing down a steep mud covered hill I was meant to climb up. I grabbed the rope and started using it to help me run up the hill with.

Once I was on top of the hill I ran straight ahead hearing leafs and branches crunch under my shoes. A flock of birds flew away from a large maple tree they were perching on and flew off into the distance.

Following the running trail I reached a rope wall with logs placed strategically behind it. I began climbing up the rope wall being careful to not slip since mud was still on the bottom of my shoes from the muddy hill. At the top of the rope wall I used my momentum to flip over the hard wood structure and land one the other side of the rope wall. Once on the ground I continued on over to the logs and just as I lept over a few of them I heard someone calling my last name.

"Hummel!"

I turned around and ran over to the man who called my name. I leaned over and put my hands on my knees as the man talked.

"Mr. Crawford would like to see you in his office, he said it's important."

I felt a rush of excitement and stood up straight. "Of course, tell him I'm on my way. I just need to tell my next teacher first then I'll go see him," I replied before running in the opposite direction towards the academy.

As I reached the two tall white conjoining buildings. I saw groups of my fellow trainees in gun practice and working on different skills before I entered the left building. I used the back of one of my hands to wipe the sweat off of my face as I walked to my gun assembling class.

It seemed like the class was almost over and looking at the wall clock I noticed there was only ten more minutes of class time left. My teacher Mr. Schuster looked up from his book on guns as I reached his desk.

"Mr. Schue. I won't be in class next period because Mr. Crawford wishes to see me right away," I informed my teacher.

"Of course Kurt. It must be good news if Crawford wants to see you," Mr. Shuester replied. "Go on and see him. I won't count you as absent," Mr. Schuster finished.

"Thank you sir," I told him before leaving the classroom.

I took the nearest elevator up to the fifth floor and walked into the Behavioral Science Unit hall. I walked past the offices I didn't need to enter and stopped by an open doored office where the academy principal sat in desk talking with another man.

"Excuse me sir," I interrupted their conversation.

"Ah Mr. Hummel. Looking for Crawford?" He asked me.

"Yes, I received word that he wanted to see me."

"He should be back in his office momentarily. You can wait for him there," my principal said before going back to his previous conversation.

I walked away from the office and continued down to the end of the hall where Mr. Crawford's office was located at. Hearing no response when I knocked I opened the unlocked door and entered the office.

I looked around in the clustered office and froze when I saw a billboard taking up a large amount of space on a wall. Tons of pictures and newspaper clippings were thumb tacked to the brown billboard.

I slowly walked over to the billboard and once I was in front of it I began to study everything on it. There were pictures of mutilated women who were missing large chunks of skin on their backs and the bodies looked bloated from being left in water sources. The newspaper clipping had descriptions about the women's murders but only two words stuck out to me...Buffalo Bill.

A throat cleared behind me and a familiar voice said behind me, "Good morning Kurt."

I quickly composed myself and faced Mr. Crawford. "Good morning Mr. Crawford."

"Please call me Adam," he said while gesturing me to take a seat in front of his desk which I did.

"Of course," I told him good naturally.

Adam sat down at his desk seat and crossed his arms while looking at me appraisingly. "I'm sorry I pulled you out off of the training course so soon. Your instructors tell me that you're in the top quarter of your classes."

"I am? I didn't know because grades haven't been posted yet."

"You're doing extremely well at this academy so when a job came up I instantly thought of you. Well it's more of an interesting errand really. I remember I first saw you from my seminar at UVA. When you grilled me pretty hard on the bureau's civil rights record in the Hoover years the way you did, I couldn't help but think that you had spunk. I still think you do."

"Thank you Adam," I told him sincerely.

"I read your papers and they said you want to work for me in this unit when you graduate, is this correct?" He asked.

"Very much so," I answered.

He gave me an approving nod before he continued and said, "We're interviewing serial killers in custody for a psycho-behavioral profile. I think the profiles could be a big help in solving unsolved cases. Some have helped us but there is one we want the most who flat out refuses to help us. I want you to go to the asylum and speak with him."

I sat back in my seat and asked, "Who's the subject?"

"A former psychiatrist turned now into a incarcerated cannibalistic serial killer...Blaine Anderson."

I sat back up in my seat at hearing his words. "Blaine Anderson? The man who liked to kill and eat parts of his victims?"

"Yes. He is the one you need to talk to. Of corse I don't expect him to talk back to you but I have to be able to say that we tried. If he won't talk to you then I just want straight reporting. What condition is he in? If he's sketched something or drawn something what is it of?" Adam handed me a thick grey folder and a tiny black I.D. before he continued to speak saying, "That's a dossier on Anderson and a fake I.D. for you. I want your memo on my desk by 0800 sharp Wednesday. "

I nodded and stood up while holding the things he had given me tightly in my hands. As I was about to leave I paused and asked Adam, "Why the urgency? Anderson may the youngest patient at the asylum of twenty-five years of age but is there some connection between him and Buffalo Bill. It seems highly unlikely to me because Buffalo Bill didn't start murdering we on until a year ago. Anderson's been at the asylum for five years."

"I wish there was a connection between them," Adam sighed. "Dr. Karofsky at the asylum will go over all the physical procedures used there. Be careful with Anderson Kurt. Do not under any circumstances tell him anything personal. Trust me you don't want Anderson inside your head."

I gave Adam an affirmative nod before I left his office and out of the academy. I got in my car and during the car ride to the asylum I kept thinking to myself, 'This is not going got be a walk in the park.'

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