AN: I was feeling a little silly, and spies!Klaine just sort of tumbled out. This is just a prologue of sorts, and I'll try to post more chapters in the weeks to come. It's going to be silly/angsty/smutty so be prepared, I guess. Or I could just be lazy and not touch this ever again. Whichever, really. Welp, I hope you enjoy!


"Agent Anderson," Commander Wes called as he caught up with the Junior Operative in the long stretch of hallway.

"Yes, sir," Blaine saluted as he spun around to face the Senior Official.

"At-ease," Wes ordered, handing Blaine a large file. "A mission has just been issued to you."

"Learn it, live it, love it. Got it," Blaine said, flipping through the mess of pages. Overall it look like a standard search and find. Piece of cake. "Thank you, sir. I'll be heading to operations for preparations straight away."

"Not so fast, agent. You've also been issued a partner," Wes handed him another file, this time an agent overview. "Agent Hummel," Wes continued.

"The Newbie, sweet. I'll get right to it." Blaine saluted Wes once more.

"Play nice, Blaine."

"Always do, sir." Blaine replied, continuing down the long corridor of Dalton Agency for Secret Operations, with a song in his head and a spring in his step. This should be a lot of fun, he thought.