So this is the prologue to the sequel of my fic Black Ties and White Suits, however this fic CAN be read stand-alone (Although feel free to read and review BTaWS too!).
For those reading this alone, this prologue will hopefully catch you up on everything you missed.
"I can't believe you went back to him."
"I didn't try, sir. It just happened."
The silence between the Commander and Agent Kurt Hummel grew thicker as they tried to stare each other down. The Commander was in his usual grey suit while the other boy sat across the desk, feeling a little uncomfortable in the black suit and tie he wore. It was more or less common knowledge at this point that Kurt hated the formalwear that the agency required.
"You broke the main rule. You've known about it since your Scout days and we thought that bringing you on full time you'd actually listen to them." The man's grey eyes bore into Kurt's own blue-grey.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll remember next time."
The Commander sighed. "There is no next time." He said with a sigh, leaning back in his chair. Kurt watched as the man's fingers interwove with each other. "If you had more experience, I probably would let this slide, but you're new, your relationship with this boy is not just a casual one... you've met up more than once... Hummel, we have to let you go."
Kurt's eyes opened in surprise, unable to comprehend what had just happened. But in fact, what had just happened was really quite simple.
Two months ago, Kurt Hummel had been taken out of his design class at college to be sent on a mission by the CIA. He had been trained by the CIA as a sleeper agent when he was in middle school using the cover story that he was in the Boy Scouts. Finally, he had been called up to service and sent to investigate the disappearance of twelve boys.
He had spent more time with one of the boys than any of the others, a one particular Blaine Anderson. He was a senior in high school a few miles away from where Kurt lived and after they both got home (Kurt managed to snag a mini-vacation in Lima), he found the other boy dealing with the emotional damage that he had gathered while captured.
They met up in coffee shops, mainly, after Kurt found him in the apartment Blaine shared with his classmates. It took a while for Blaine to relax more, to start singing again. His time in the warehouse where he was imprisoned for a while stole most of his happiness. It was hard for him to get back into the swing of going back to school again.
Kurt helped him through it.
Late nights in the rented apartment were spent alone, often watching Disney movies or musicals curled up on a coach together. Despite Blaine being the one who needed comfort, he'd wrap his arm around Kurt and let the other boy lean his head on his shoulder, as if being strong for Kurt was the only way he could be comforted. Not that Kurt really minded. He liked listening to the other boy's heartbeat.
And just the other night, he had enjoyed the feeling of Blaine's soft lips right under his left ear.
"But sir. I haven't had a mission since you've hired me." He protested. While he did enjoy his time working with the fabrics up in New York, there was a small part of him that missed the adrenalin rush of jumping off a rooftop and landing in a tree.
The Commander sighed. "Give me a reason, Hummel. I like you. You're efficient, precise and can improvise better than anyone else your age that has been through Scouts. But rules are rules."
Kurt racked his brain. For such a great improviser, he couldn't think of a damn reason for the Commander to not throw him on the street and out of a job. "I haven't told him anything about it. I haven't spoken of Scouts or the facility or anything. We barely talked about the mission itself. He just needed someone to get through the mental damage that was done to him. I was just finishing the mission... to bring the boys back safe and sound."
He thought about it a little more. "Look, he's in his school's boxing club." Sure, Blaine had said Fight Club, but he thought 'boxing' might be the word to use in this scenario. "He's athletic, is already trained in some martial arts... train him for the agency. He's in a dead-end situation. He can't focus in school and he hasn't gotten an acceptance letter from any school. If you put some effort in him, he'll pay for his training five times over."
It was a slim shot, but maybe the Commander would listen. His own eyes were pleading but he knew there was next to no way that the older man would listen to him. How often were agents on the verge of being fired taken up on their offer?
"Alright." Kurt blinked in astonishment. Was he being serious? It was a simple plea- to save his new friend (probably an understatement of the word) from being forced to cling onto the edges of society. "We'll train him and see if he survives it. If he does, we'll take him." He smiled at the Commander; the offer was better than anything he could have hoped for.
There had to be a catch. "What do I need to do?" He asked, his small smile now gone from his face.
"He'll be your partner for your next mission. You'll be responsible for his well being and the mission as the whole. If the mission fails or something happens to Mr. Anderson, you'll be released from the agency and your benefits will be terminated."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Benefits?" He asked. He was missing something, wasn't he?
The Commander shrugged. "You know. Priority with government business like the post office or the DMV-"
"I did not get priority at the DMV." He interjected, his eyes narrowed, thinking of the last time he was at the building that probably had a portal to hell in the supply closet and devils working the counters.
"That was probably before two months ago, wasn't it?" He asked; a small smirk on his face.
Kurt rolled his eyes. Of course it'd only apply to current, active agents. Murphy's Law and whatnot.
"We'll call you in a few days time. Don't expect to see Anderson anytime soon." The Commander said, his serious manner returning to his face. "We'll keep him for a while."
"How will you contact me? Am I going back to Lima or New York?"
"New York. How we'll contact you is our little secret."
Making sure you got everything:
- Kurt's in the CIA and has been for years. He was trained in an organization that went by the codeword Scouts.
- He rescued Blaine in Black Ties and White Shirts and started to see him. Seeing people from a mission that are not agents once a mission is completed is against the rules.
- Kurt's job now depends on Blaine and his mission going smoothly.