Hi!
So this is my newest story. It's based on Criminal Minds, and although I want to make it somewhat lighter, the rating is M for a reason.
Summary: After being saved from his uncle as a child, Blaine becomes an FBI agent. His dream is to get into the most elite unit of the agency, the BAU. If it means getting closer to the sexy and clever Kurt Hummel? Blaine wouldn't mind at all.
I don't own Glee or Criminal Minds.
Warning: violence
18 years earlier
Blaine let out another broken sob as he watched his uncle work – on his grave. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be a nice holiday in their house at the lake. He was supposed to play with the other kids, have barbecue with his uncle and then go home like every other year, telling his parents how much fun he had with his beloved uncle.
It was all his fault that he was here, in this horrible situation. He had seen his uncle walk into the basement the previous night and he had been curious, so he had followed him. And that was when he had found out his uncle's horrible secret. He should have known that there was something wrong with him. His uncle loved kids so much, he often made programs with his neighbours and always invited their kids, too. But after some of those parties, about twice a year, one or two disappeared from those kids and was never found again. Until the previous night... Blaine had walked into the basement to find his uncle on the ground, digging a grave for the little, unmoving body lying beside him. Blaine had made a mistake when he had gasped and knocked down an old vase in his haste to get away. His uncle had noticed him and caught Blaine before he could leave the basement.
And now here he was, crying quietly, desperately trying to free himself from his restrains. His uncle had tied him up, so he wasn't able to run away and forced him to watch as he got ready for Blaine's last minutes in this world.
"Uncle Nate, please" Blaine whispered.
"Be quiet, Blaine" his uncle said.
"I won't tell anyone, I promise" Blaine cried.
His uncle stopped his work and turned to the boy, sighing heavily.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this" Nate said. "I didn't want you to get involved in this but you've been such a naughty boy and found out my secret. I don't have a choice."
"You can't do this! I'm your nephew!" Blaine said desperately.
"This is hard for me, too" Nate sighed. "I will miss you, Blaine."
He stood up just for enough time to lift Blaine up from the ground and drop him into the hole. Then he kneeled down beside him and grabbed the shovel again.
"My parents will find out... they will come for me and find out what you've done" Blaine cried.
"I will lie to them. Just like I did before" Nate said, his voice surprisingly calm for the situation. "You know, I'm somewhat happy it happened this way. You will be a beautiful piece of my collection."
Blaine closed his eyes as the first shovelful of dirt landed on his chest. He couldn't believe this was happening. His own uncle turned against him and wanted to bury him alive... And there was nothing he could do against it.
"Say goodbye, Blaine" Nate said.
Suddenly, Blaine heard a loud bang and it was followed by shouting of several people, filling the small basement room.
"FBI!"
"Drop your weapon!"
"Show your hands!"
Blaine opened his eyes wide and watched as two men pushed his uncle down onto the ground and twisted his arms back, not believing his own eyes. Only seconds earlier, he had been preparing himself for his last breath and now... Did it mean that he was saved?
An older man jumped into the hole beside Blaine and quickly lifted the crying boy out of it.
"It's okay, son" the man said as he worked on the ropes around Blaine's wrists. "We won't let him hurt you."
"He wanted to kill me!" Blaine cried and threw his arms around the man, desperate for comfort.
"I know, son" the man said, rubbing Blaine's back. "But you're fine. We've gotten here in time and he can't hurt you anymore."
"Who are you?" Blaine asked after a while.
"Pete Jackson" the man smiled. "From FBI."
~ o ~
Nowadays
"Blaine, we have to move" he heard Jeff's voice in his hear.
"No" he replied.
"Blaine..."
"I said no!" Blaine said again.
"He will kill the boy!" Jeff reasoned.
"You're right" Blaine said and pushed his gun into Nick's hand. "I'm going in."
"Are you out of your freaking mind?" Nick gasped.
"I can save him" Blaine said determinedly and stepped to the door.
He opened it slowly, making sure to make enough noise for the man inside to hear him. It was a risky step but their only chance. He had the boy in his arm and they couldn't shoot him, not when they could hurt the boy, too. He was innocent.
"I don't have any weapons" Blaine said as he stepped into the room, showing his empty hands.
"Get out of here" the man – Andy Brown, killer of three women, including his own wife – said.
"I don't want any trouble" Blaine said calmly. "I know how you feel."
"You don't know anything about me" Andy replied.
"I know you better than you think" Blaine said. "You just wanted to keep your son safe. You thought that those women would try to take him away from you, hurt him like your mother hurt you. But this isn't right. Look at your son, Andy. Do you honestly think that you could kill him?"
"He's everything I have" Andy said. "I can't lose him!"
"You won't" Blaine said, taking a step forward. "Let me help you. Give me your gun and then we can walk out of here, together. You don't have to be alone in this."
"Dad, please" the little boy begged, shaking in his father's arm.
"I love my son" Andy said.
"I know" Blaine said. "And I'm sure Jake knows that, too. Show him how much you love him and let him live."
It was the longest moment of Blaine's life as he waited for Andy to make a decision. He was prepared for everything, he would jump forward and pull the gun out of his hand if he had to. Anything to save the child.
But then Andy let out a sob and put the gun down onto the table. Blaine rushed forward and pushed it out of the way, motioning for the other agents to handcuff the man. He pulled the boy away from him and into his strong arms.
"Take care of him. Will you?" Andy said as two men dragged him away from his son.
"I will" Blaine nodded seriously and turned back to the boy. "Hey, are you alright?"
"I was so scared" the boy cried.
"I know" Blaine said, reminding this on his own situation. "You're safe. He can't hurt you anymore."
"Thank you" Jake said.
"You're welcome, Jake" Blaine smiled. "Come on. Let's go outside."
"Who are you?" Jake asked as Blaine led him out of the room.
"Blaine Anderson. FBI" Blaine answered.
~ o ~
"You should have seen him. He just walked inside and talked the man out of the murder. Like in the TV shows" Jeff told Sebastian when they went back to the office.
"Anderson played hero again and I couldn't be there to see it. Tragic" Sebastian sighed, looking down at his broken leg.
"It wasn't a big deal" Blaine shrugged.
"Not for you, you mean. I was sure that he would shoot you and then kill himself and the boy" Jeff said.
Blaine smiled and looked away. Yeah, he was a good agent and he loved his job. Ever since he had been saved by Agent Jackson, he had been adamant to become an FBI agent himself. He wanted to find criminals and save innocents, just the way he had been saved from his uncle all those years ago. He liked his place, too, although there was something bigger he wanted for himself.
His eyes wandered to the glass walls on the next floor and sighed. BAU. Behavioral Analysis Unit, the bests of the bests, the team he wanted to be part of. Those agents were Blaine's heroes since he had figured out that the BAU had found his uncle. That team had been amazing but it was true for the people sitting in that office now as well.
Finn Hudson, although he seemed somewhat stupid sometimes, he caught more criminals alone than Blaine and his whole team together.
Noah Puckerman, a real jock with way too muscular arms and popularity Blaine was so jealous for.
Santana Lopez, the hottest and smartest woman in whole Quantico who was never afraid of kicking a few asses.
Mercedes Jones, technical analyst and Blaine's favourite woman in the office. She was always so honest and although sometimes it hurt, Blaine appreciated it.
And, of course, Kurt Hummel... The most perfect human being of the whole universe. He was a genius, he was funny and looked so hot. His hair was always perfectly styled and he wore those tight pants that showed off his perfectly toned ass...
"Anderson!"
Blaine started as the door of the Director burst open and a very angry looking Sue Sylvester stepped out. Blaine gulped as he stood up, knowing that whatever the director wanted from him, it couldn't be good.
"Get your fat dwarf ass into my office now" Sylvester said and not waiting for a response, she walked back inside.
"You screwed up. Again" Sebastain singsonged and happily pushed his friend forward.
"Thanks for your support" Blaine muttered and quickly walked up to the director's office. He knew very well that he couldn't keep her waiting too long.
"Close the door" the director ordered.
Blaine complied and when Sue gave him a small nod, he sat down across her.
"What the hell was this again?" Sue asked, raising a folder from her desk. "Don't tell me that freaking gel you use on your head entered your skull through your ear and frosted your brain. I told you to stop playing superhero and do your job like everyone else in this office!"
"I'm sorry, Director" Blaine said. "It was our only chance to bring the boy out in one piece."
"You're insane. I should just fire you now before you get everyone killed around you" Sue said.
"But you won't?" Blaine asked carefully.
"Sadly, I can't" Sue answered. "You still do a good job and the chiefs think you deserve a reward for your hard work."
"A reward?" Blaine asked with shining eyes. Maybe he would be promoted... Get one step closer to his dream...
"Don't look so happy, you won't like it at all" Sue said. "You're gonna join the BAU."
Blaine blinked in surprise, not believing his own ears.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"Apparently, yes" Sue grimanced. "Schuester got crazy from all those drugs he uses and came up with the idea that the team needs a new member and he thought you would be good for the job. Sadly, he drugged the chiefs, too, because that's the only explanation why they supported him."
"I'm in the BAU?" Blaine asked happily but his smile disappeared quickly. "Wait. Who died?"
"Why would anyone have to die for this place?" Sue asked.
"I just... They usually need new members when... you know" Blaine tried to explain. It was a dangerous job and there were too many casualties in that team.
"Do you know about anybody's death?" Sue asked.
"Well, no..."
"Are you planning to kill someone from the team?" Sue asked next.
"What? No!" Blaine gasped. "Do I look like a serial killer?"
"Yes, you do" Sue answered without hesitation. "But don't even try anything against me. I'm bulletproof and my body produces antimatter against every possible poison."
"Seriously?" Blaine asked with wide eyes.
"Nobody can kill Sue Sylvester" Sue nodded.
"Thank you for letting me know" Blaine said slowly. He knew that Sue was crazy and he started to feel uncomfortable around her. "Uhm... thank you for the chance, I won't let you down, I promise."
"Oh, please. You will get yourself killed during your first mission" Sue smiled. "Hopefully, that won't happen in the next two weeks because I'm going on holiday. Try to keep yourself alive until then because I so don't want to come back from Russia for your funeral."
"I appreciate your honesty" Blaine muttered.
"Now get the hell out of my office. I'm afraid I will be sick from the horrible smell of your hair gel" Sue said.
"Okay" Blaine nodded and stood up. "Uhm... Thank you again. This job was my dream."
"I told you that you were insane" Sue shook her head.
Blaine left the office and closed the door behind him, fighting off the urge to dance and sing in happiness. He reminded himself that he was an adult and on the top of that, newest member of the most important unit of FBI. He did it. He had worked so hard for it and he finally did it. He smiled as he looked at the glass walls again. His dream was waiting for him in there and he couldn't wait to face it.