CHAPTER 1

"What are we doing here at this hour on a Saturday morning?" Nick, still in the sweats he slept in, asked as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Don't know. Mmmm, need coffeeeeeee." Blaine answered as he laid down on the couch and snuggled with his pillow

"Not fair. We did everything Wes asked of us and are now going to Regional's. Is he punishing us for last night? We deserved our celebration!" Thad whined as he sat on the couch across from Blaine.

"And our recuperation from said celebration" piped in Jeff as he dragged himself into the Warbler hall.

"Where's the damn coffeeee?" Blaine cries into his pillow.

"It's here, Gentlemen. Thank you for all being here." Wes says as he breezes into the hall looking polished as ever and passing out the coffee that he and David brought with them.

"What's up? You said it was urgent." Nick, looking a little more alive once taking a sip of coffee, asks.

"Yes, why are we here at this crazy hour and on a Saturday no less, and on the day after Sectionals, which we won - which was followed up with THE BEST AFTER PARTY OF ALL TIME? Seriously, it should go down in the record books." Jeff huffs as he pushes Blaine's legs out of the way to make room to sit down.

"Was it awesome? Still hazy on the details. I don't remember anything after Jeff sang "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" on karaoke, lounge lizard style. I had to hit the hard stuff after that." Flint shakes his head as though trying to erase the memory.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP

"Damn it, Wes. Put that damn gavel away before I use it for firewood. My head can't take it." Thad rubs his head and seems to daze out although he is actually mesmerized by the tiny sliver of stomach he can see while Blaine is curled up on the couch.

"OK, Warblers. We are hereby called to order. David, please take notes. Thad, you will not touch my gavel. You would never sleep again wondering when I would seek my revenge. Blaine, pull your shirt down." Thad quickly looks away as he turns red. "OK, Warblers, first of all, I wanted to congratulate you all on our win at Sectionals and on completion of Mission: Regionals."

"Which we won fair and square, by the way. I told you we didn't need to rig it. Blaine can out sing a-a-anyone." Thad stammers and colors again.

David says as opens his notebook. "Yes, well…we did win it fair and square but as always, there would have been a contingency plan had we not kicked some major Show Choir ass."

Wes smirks and lets the guys pat each other on the back and revel in David's last comment. "And a contingency plan for our contingency plan. Yes, David and I are always prepared. And thanks to Thad's excellent surveillance skills -" Thad perks up at this and sneaks a peak at Blaine to see if he heard but he looks asleep on the couch. "We knew we could win this on our own merit. As we told you last month, Principal Carter gave us the mission to "by any means necessary" win a spot into Regional's. Now we find out why. Thad, lights out please. Blaine, this does not mean you can go to sleep. You guys are going to want to hear about this. It's an actual real mission

Dalton, is not just a snooty all-boy rich kid private school. Dalton is a school for spies. There are only two spy schools in the whole country and the other one was their sister school Crawford Country Day. The Warblers were the best junior spy squad at Dalton. All the boys on the team were selected for their unique skills and were being groomed at Dalton for when they graduate and can go out in the field.

Wes and David were the brains. They planned all their "missions" down to the finest detail and mapped out a whole array of back-up plans. These back-up plans have saved their asses from getting expelled a few times. Wes usually took the lead while David had a side specialty in gadgetry.

Thad was the master of technology and surveillance. He was the youngest hacker of all time to hack into the Pentagon and the only person in history to hack into the Pentagon, the FBI, and Homeland Security. His own personal "hat trick."

Jeff and Nick were their resident break-in artist. The two of them together could break into any security system in existence. In fact, together they had stolen 5 billion dollars in art and antiquities before the age of 13 - only getting caught when Nick's baby brother was playing hide and seek and found a Van Gogh in Nick's closet.

Flint and his brother Eric were the muscle. They were found when a youtube video surfaced of 2 masked men, beating a famous heavy weight boxer and his body guard unconscious with their bare hands outside of his home. Imagine the surprise when it was found out that it was the work of a 15 year old kid and his 14 year old brother. Needless to say, that information never got out, of which the boxer is very thankful. If there is a fighting style, they know every move of that style backwards and forwards. Said they had to learn and defend themselves from their alcoholic dad and the South Boston thugs. While other kids were reading Harry Potter, these guys were studying every book about fighting they could get their hands on and practicing on each other. To this day, one of them is always sporting a black eye.

Then there is Blaine, the unofficial "leader" of the Warblers. Blaine could charm anyone. He also had these puppy eyes that he could make that just screamed "you can trust me, I'm the sweetest guy you'll ever meet" - not that Blaine wasn't a sweetheart. He was just the perfect spy. People wanted to tell him their secrets and he loved the challenge of getting the better of bad guys. He also had a gift for languages. He was fluent in Spanish, French, Italian, and Japanese.

"Wait. Wes, did you say we are getting assigned to a real mission? Not homework missions that have us finding out what Linda Erging's, of Crawford Country Day, favorite brand of toothpaste is." The curly haired boy sits up on the couch.

"- or trailing Coach as he walks home without him being any the wiser." Eric, who currently was sporting a broken nose (a gift from his brother), adds in.

"Yes, Blaine and Eric. Warblers, if you will, I have Principal Carter on conference call so he can give us more details." Wes makes his way to the speaker on the coffee table in the center of the room and pushes a button. "Principal Carter, are you there?" Wes speaks louder for the benefit of the speaker phone sitting on the coffee table.

"Hello boys! Job well done at Sectionals! Thank you for taking Mission: Sectionals seriously. Because of your accomplishments, you are the first ever junior squad to get a field assignment. I don't have to tell you boys what an honor this is. I am so proud of you all! Wes, have you pulled up the information I just sent you?"

"Yes, sir. It is loading up now."

"Good, good. Well boys, intel suggests that there is an international crime ring who has a big score planned during the Regional's competition. We need you to get close to the teams participating and get them to trust you.

"A show choir is the perfect cover. No one would ever suspect teenagers of executing a plan like this. " Jeff's eyes sparkle with a bit of awe.

"We are not sure it is a show choir, we're not sure of a lot of things right now. We will keep working things on our end. In the mean time, befriend Vocal Adrenaline and New Directions. Find out their secrets and become their best friends."

Wes nods. "Principal Carter, any other information we should know?"

"That's it. Remember, be careful! If this mission is successful there could be more in your future."

"Thank you again, Sir. We will not let you down." Wes steps over to the speaker on the coffee table knowing that the conversation is coming to an end.

"I know you won't. Good day, Gentlemen."


Kurt wakes up feeling like he swallowed a mouthful of cotton. Kurt swore after the last time he drank and ended throwing up all over McKinley's OCD school counselor that he would never drink again. Then, Santana showed up with wine coolers for their GNI (Girls Night In) last night. They tasted too good to be dangerous. "That's why they are dangerous" thought Kurt.

Kurt rolled out of bed in desperate need of coffee. As he tried to piece his night together, he slowly began making a breakfast fit for an army. "Which is how these girls usually eat. Really don't know how they stay so thin." Kurt thought to himself.

"Is that coffee I smell" Tina, who is still in her goth make-up, asks as she slowly makes her way to a bar stool.

Kurt wonders if she is ever without the mask of make-up. He knows she is shy and lacks confidence but thinks she would look so much prettier with fresh make-up. " I really need to do a makeover on her" Kurt thinks to himself, already planning what season Tina would be. "Yes, help yourself. Pretty soon there will be eggs, bacon and pancakes."

"Hummel, seriously, I know you like cock but will you marry me?" Santana fake leers at Kurt getting a giggle out of him.

"Santana, can we please not be so crude so early in the morning. Kurt, have you seen my bra." Rachel wanders into the kitchen looking a bit lost.

"It's in the freezer, Rachel." replies Kurt, as he flips a pancake, answering like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"What?…how?…"

Mercedes snickered as Santana rolled her eyes. "Thought the cold might feel good against your skin, oh frigid one."

"Just because I am waiting for the perf…."

"Blah, Blah, Blah. Rachel, I need coffee before I can listen to any more out of you." Santana helps herself to a mug out of the kitchen cabinet next to the sink.

"Ladies, you played so nicely last night. I seem to remember you two with your arms wrapped around each other singing "Dancing Queen" at the top of your lungs." Kurt teased as he began passing out their plates with Quinn helping out by passing out napkins and silverware.

Both Santana and Rachel turn pale.

"Lord Tubbington told me he wrote that song. Although, he has been lying to me a lot lately." Brittany sits at the table and pulls her knees up slowly nibbling on the bacon.

"So, what are we doing today?" Mercedes asks "I know last night we celebrated our win at Sectionals but I have more celebration in me."

Everyone high fives each other and gets excited as they remember their fortune from the night before. They were successful at Sectionals, as they expected they would be, and were now looking forward to Regional's.

"And that didn't include the guys. Should we ask them to meet us for dinner tonight for a celebratory dinner?" Tina, who is obviously missing Mike, suggests.

"Not that there was any doubt we were going to win with me being lead on all of our songs. Did you see how I had that audience eating out of the palm of my hand?"

Mercedes rolls her eyes at Rachel. "Girl, you know you only sang lead on one song and then sang a duet. The third song was done by the whole team. We are not your back-up singers, you know."

"Kurt, these pancakes are amazing. Can I please have more? Lord Tubbington will only make quiche. " Brittany sweetly asks.

"So, celebration dinner with the guys tonight?" Quinn cuts in trying to stop the rant that she can see Rachel preparing.

"Yeah, they will probably be ready to take a break from Call of Duty by then." Kurt rolls his eyes but smiles fondly. "Until then, shopping anyone?"

The girls quickly devour their food and pretty themselves for a day of shopping.