A/N: So, hi. :) I am excited right now because this is a multi chapter fic and I've never really finished one. But I am going to try to finish this one. So, here it goes. It's an ieda that is probably pretty common but I haven't read anything exactly like this story I wrote...

Also, at this point I am thanking Meike a lot. She is my wonderful beta reader and I don't know what I would've done without her. :) You should totally check out her tumblr which is ganzvielliebe.

Also I of course don't own neither Glee, nor Nick and Jeff, nor any other characters appearing in this story. And if you find my style of writing horrible, I am sorry about that. :/

Now, I hope despite everything you have fun reading and bare with me. :)

On a sunny Saturday morning a blond, tall man was standing in front of the door of a small house, located somewhere in Ohio. The man looked rather young, about the age of 18 or 19, just finished – or still finishing – high school. He knocked three times; the knock seemed to represent some melody.

Soon the door was opened, but nobody was standing inside. It was like the door just sprang open by itself. The tall blond man looked around and entered the door closed behind him.

Nobody in the neighbourhood of this house wondered why the door opened and closed automatically on this beautiful Saturday morning.

The tall blond man moved around the house quite unsure. He let his eyes roam around the room, absorbing every last bit of information he could get. Finally he got into the kitchen. He opened one particular cupboard door that revealed a load of cups and plates, all different kinds and sizes. The man carefully took one particular cup from the back, it looked exactly like at least three others in the cupboard but the blond only wanted that particular one. He looked inside the cup, took something small out of it and placed the cup where it was standing before, closing the cupboard door carefully. Then he turned to the kitchen door and left the room, and soon afterwards entered the living room. He slowly made his way towards a book shelf, moving it out of the way and placing that small object he had taken out of the cup somewhere against the wall.

The wall opened a slight bit, just enough for the man to sneak through and so he did, wasting no time. As he stepped inside he could see the door behind him closing. It almost seemed weird how every door seemed to open and close automatically, without having the visitor touch it, without wasting any time on anything.

Stepping inside, the blond looked around. He realized he was standing in a huge, bright, and quite modern room. It was full of people, some of them sitting, some standing. And most of them were talking and laughing with each other. Nobody seemed to care about the blond who had just entered.

Suddenly, a brunet man with curly hair came up to him, greeting him with a quick, "Welcome, follow me please". Everyone in the room went quiet so that they could hear what the brunet was saying. The blond man followed the brunet and as soon as they were out of the room he could hear chatting again. He was led through one of the doors, which revealed a quite nice office with comfortable looking chairs, a computer table (with laptop, phone and ordered papers on it), paintings on the wall and a trash bin. There also was a big TV and a PS3.

"Please, take a seat," the brunet man said. He took a seat behind the computer desk and the blond sat down opposite of him. The brunet man looked way older than the blond, he looked like he was about forty years old. "Please identify yourself," the older looking man said.

The blond nodded and replied, "Jeffery Sterling, male, 19 years of age, born in Westerville, Ohio."

"That's alright," the brunet man said, "Now, I am Mr Schuester. You probably know why you are here?"

Jeffery shook his head, "No, I don't."

Mr Schuester raised an eyebrow at that, finding it quite surprising. "But you know what this 'company' is all about, am I right?"

"Yes, I do know that," Jeffery answered, again trustworthy. He had gotten a letter about this 'company', like Mr Schuester called it.

The brunet nodded in approval. "You are here because you are exactly what we need. You are athletic, good at shooting - I know that for a fact - and you are very smart, Jeffery. You did make it here."

The younger male's eyes widened. "You want me to join?"

"Exactly, that's exactly what I want," Mr Schuester replied. He had a slight smirk on his face, and Jeffery was still stunned. He was aware of his abilities and it wasn't like he didn't trust himself but it was still really risky.

"Just so I don't misunderstand anything," Jeffery said, "You want me to join this agency and be a secret agent? With all the fighting and crime solving and all that stuff?"

Mr Schuester nodded and said, still smirking, "Yes, that is exactly what I want." After about the five seconds he gave Jeffery to process everything he added, "Of course, you are going to get paid and we are, in fact, a part of the Secret Service. You know, the Secret Service. So, needless to say that of course we are going to pay you well, and of course you will be taken care of. What do you say, Mr Sterling, are you in?"

Jeffery took another two seconds to process everything, and maybe it was more than two seconds. But he did not see Mr Schuester get impatient by any means. Finally, he replied, "Yes."

"Alright," Mr Schuester nodded in approval, "Here is some paperwork you need to fill in and I would rather you filled it in right here, right now. If any questions appear I can just answer them." He handed Jeffery the papers and as Jeffery started to fill them in he typed something into his laptop, getting back to work.

Jeffery did not have any questions, as he finished filling the papers in. "I'm finished, Mr Schuester," he said handing the papers back to the brunet man who took them gladly.

"I am glad to welcome you into our family, Jeffrey. I suppose I can call you that now. You can call me Mr Schue by the way." Mr Schuester looked at Jeffery smiling.

"Oh, yeah, that's great... In that case I'm Jeff. Just Jeff." He returned Mr Schue's nice smile even though it did go fast. But, oh well, everything went pretty fast that day.

Mr Schue nodded and said, "Alright, Jeff, we actually have everyone work with partners. And right now we have only one person you could possibly work with. I will have him come over in a minute."

Jeff nodded as he sat down on his chair. He bit his lip. The blond just couldn't believe how he went from a normal guy, just having finished high school to a special agent so fast. Jeff ran a hand through his bangs, his eyes still giving away his train of thought. "Jeff, I know this might be scary right now but I promise we will take care of you. We're your family now," Mr Schue promised. Jeff smiled and thanked him. "You will meet them all later, I guess. Don't worry about it, they're all nice." The blond man sighed and as Mr Schue patted his shoulder.

Then suddenly the door to the office opened and a handsome brunet man stepped inside. He had short, dark (black) hair and dark brown eyes. He was a bit shorter than Jeff, not much though, and he looked about his age, too. "Good morning Mr Schue," the brunet said and his eyes onto Jeff. "Uhm, I haven't seen him around yet, Mr Schue..."

"That's because he's new! Agent 3, this is Agent 6." From Mr Schue's hand gestures Jeff concluded that the brunet man must be Agent 3, which made him Agent 6. "And Agent 6, this is Agent 3." He looked at Jeff and then pointed towards where the other man was standing.

"Nice to meet you," Jeff said. He stood up quickly and gave the other guy his right hand. The other guy took and shook it firmly. "Yeah, I'm pleased too," the other guy replied. He didn't sound too pleased, though.

"So," Mr Schue said. "Why don't you two take a seat?"

Jeff bit down a grin because wow, there he was, asked the same question in probably the last two hours. He did as he was told though, and from the corner of his eye he saw the handsome guy take a seat next to him. Mr Schue was still sitting in his seat. "Agent 3, I know that Agent 6 over here is new to everything. But he is athletic and he is smart. Very smart, in fact, he's a genius."

Agent 3 was looking at Mr Schue for a few seconds and then, before he could even ask, Mr Schue continued, "Now, Agent 6 will work with us now, he will be trained this week. What this does have to do with you, Agent 3, is, that Agent 6 has no partner. No one else is alone but you, Agent 3."

The handsome guy stood up and said, his voice slightly annoyed but mostly angry, "No, Mr Schue. You know I don't do this anymore. I work alone."

"You can't work alone all the time! You are one of our best agents ever," Mr Schue said. "You are going to get yourself killed!"

Agent 3 shook his head. "Maybe because I am the best I can handle my situations alone."

"No, because you are alone we are afraid of you dying. And because you are alone we need somebody to have your back," Mr Schuester replied calmly.

The handsome guy shook his head. He looked to the ground and answered, "Well, too bad I'm not doing partner work anymore."

"Well, then you will have to leave us," Mr Schue said, still calm but with a sort of faux pity in his voice. "What do you chose, Agent 3? Will you work with Agent 6 over here or will you leave us?"

Jeff watched everything in surprise. So, Mr Handsome, Agent 3, works alone. Doesn't need a partner. God damn it! This was not primary school where you fight over who will have to work with whom!

"Fine, Mr Schue, I'll do it!" Agent 3 said annoyance and anger ringing in his voice. He looked at Jeff again and gritted his teeth. "I'm pleased to work with you!" Huh? That didn't sound like pleasure.

"Same here," Jeff replied smirking cocky. Who did this guy think he was?

Mr Schue seemed to like what was going on because he was smirking again. He stood up and said, "Agent 6, I will introduce you to everything in a few minutes. Just now, I will have to ask you to leave for about five minutes. That's what it will take. I will have a chat with Agent 3 over here, and then I will have you back in here. Please, leave the room now."

Jeff stood up and left the room, taking one more look at Mr Handsome. Then, he opened the door, left the room and closed it behind himself. He leaned against the wall with his back and slid down, until he was sitting down. So, he was here now. This was his job now. And that asshole of guy would be his partner... It seemed like he already hated him! Great, just great! "Is this how life is going to be now?" Jeff whispered. Somebody walking past him must've heard because now there was an Asian dude standing in front of him.

"Do you need help?" The dude asked. Jeff shook his head. He stood up and replied, "No, thank you." He gave the dude a smile and so the guy smiled back.

"You're new, right? What's your name?" The guy asked.

Jeff wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. So he asked, "Am I supposed to tell you my Agent name or my real name now?"

The guy laughed a bit and said, "Well, actually, I'd be glad to know both... So that I don't mistake you. I'm Wes, Wesley Chang. I am Agent 1." He gave Jeff his hand, and Jeff took it and started shaking it slowly, "Jeffery Sterling, Jeff. Agent 6..."

"Nice to meet you, Agent 6." Wes winked. Then something made a small beeping noise and Wes said, "Shit, I gotta go. Well, nice to meet you, Jeff. Welcome to the family, I'll see you around!"

"See ya," Jeff said and smiled as he watched Wesley run off. Then he leaned back against the wall. Okay, so maybe the first day was not going that bad.

After a few minutes Mr Schue was done talking to Agent 3, the guy walked out of the room. Or rather, he rushed off, severely annoyed and really angry. He didn't even look at Jeff who then entered the room again. This time Mr Schue didn't have to ask him to sit down.

"Now, Jeff, I'm sorry about that guy being a..."

"Dickhead?" Jeff asked helping out.

Mr Schue nodded his head. Then he looked at Jeff again and continued, "Yes, a dickhead. Anyways, he did agree on working with you, which is... You should probably feel flattered. He hasn't work with anyone for the last six months. This is a lot if you consider he's only been here for one year and a half."

Jeff let out a small "oh" but didn't really interrupt Mr Schue. "So, since he has obviously never worked with you before, you two will have to go through a partnering training together. We usually don't do this, as everyone should be able to work with anyone we pair them up with but with him it's different, as you can guess. And seeing as you are a new guy around here it can't be bad. Within the next week you will not go on any missions, Jeff, you will have to learn how to work with him. It will be a lot of work, but I promise it will be worth it."

The blond only nodded in reply.

"The training starts tomorrow at eight. Everyone does have an own room here, for relaxing, staying for the night, working or staying over in case it's too dangerous to go out, during a mission or something. I would suggest however, that today you go home, and then you return with some of your stuff tomorrow. We will make sure to locate you somewhere near Agent 3, just in case you will need something – anything – from him. I will meet you tomorrow and bring you to where you need to be. Also I'll show you your room first. So be here at about half past seven."

Jeff again nodded. "Would you at least tell me his name?"

"No, I'm sorry. I can not do that. His name, his age and just anything about him is his own information and you are only allowed to get it through him, if he allows it."

"Oh," Jeff said again. Then he thanked Mr Schue and went home.

So, that's how life was gonna be from now on.