Hey guys! This is mostly AU but I'll try to include as many Glee characters as I can. I hope to update his at least once a week, but you know how schedules are so... This will start out a little slow, but don't worry they'll be lots of action eventually. On a side note, I apologize in advance because Sue is very, very OOC...
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I would spend my time strangling Ryan Murphy and not writing woefully pathetic fanfiction.
Kurt Hummel was many things. A fashionista, a homosexual, a loner. But what many did not know was that Kurt Hummel was also a secret agent. Everyday, Kurt would wake up at precisely 7:00 AM, and get dressed (using his incredible fashion sense, of course). At 7:45 AM, he would head out the door of his small New York apartment. When he reached the small coffee shop at 7:48 AM he would order a grande non-fat mocha, which he would slowly sip on his way to work. At 7:58 AM he would reach the office building. And finally, at exactly 8:00 AM he would settle down in his plush office chair with his mocha, and turn on the large computer screen on his desk.
"Good morning, Agent Hummel. Impeccable timing as usual," said the stern-looking blond on the computer screen.
"Good morning to you too, Sue," Kurt replied. They settled into a comfortable silence while Kurt sipped his mocha thoughtfully. "So what's my mission today?" he asked after about a minute of silence.
Sue stiffened visibly. "You're not going to like it," she said.
Kurt scoffed. "Oh please, you should know I can handle anything by now, Sylvester."
"That's not what I mean, Hummel. I know EXACTLY what you are capable of. However, this is of a different nature entirely."
"Not more paperwork," Kurt groaned. "The amount of files I had to fill out after the Alpaca Incident…"
Sue chuckled softly, but her expression quickly returned to being serious. "No, I'm afraid it's not paperwork. Now I'm sure you remember how you were recently promoted to senior agent, correct?"
Kurt nodded. It had been one of the happiest moments of his career. Most agents didn't receive senior status until they were well into there thirties, and at age twenty he was one of the youngest to have such a high status.
"Then you know that each senior agent has to train at least one new recruit."
Kurt jumped to his feet. He knew he would have to train someone eventually but he thought it wouldn't be for several more years. Or decades. Or never, if he was lucky. "You know I work alone, Sue!" he said indignantly. "I haven't had a partner since…" He trailed off. Thinking of his old partner brought back bad memories.
"Now don't get your incredibly-expensive panties in a twist, Porcelain," said Sue, "I have it on good authority that the agent you will train is one of the most promising of our new recruits. I should know. I picked him out myself."
Kurt was still protesting loudly, but Sylvester just ignored him and started reading out the trainee's credentials. "Blaine Anderson, age 19, 5' 8''. Graduated from the Dalton School for Spies at the top of his class. A member of Dalton's elite agent group, the Warblers, who are known for being one of the best disguises of spies that they knew of, as a show choir group. He is also invented the grapple-hanger bow tie. In his free-time, Anderson enjoys composing music and watching Disney movies-"
"Whoa there, Sylvester!" cut in Kurt, interrupting Sue's speech, "This is a spy training program, not a blind date!"
"Who says it isn't?" smirked Sylvester. "Praised for his good looks and dapper personality," she read off the file she was holding.
"Oh now you're just making this up!" said Kurt, who was beginning to turn red.
"Be careful, Agent Hummel, or they might start calling you Tomato instead of Porcelain!" teased Sylvester.
"Shut up!" Now Kurt really was blushing.
"Anyway, you're job is to take Anderson with you on all your missions and 'show him the ropes'."
"All my missions?" asked Kurt, doubtfully, "You know how dangerous they can get."
Sue sighed. "With times like these, we can't afford to coddle new agents. They need to be ready to be out in the field alone the minute their training is over."
Kurt sank down in his seat wearily and swallowed the last drains of his mocha. Lately crime rates in New York City had started rising way above a manageable level. Criminals were getting smarter and the streets were packed with con-artists and jewel thieves that had the tools and knowledge to get passed even some of the most high-tech security. That was why the US government had put forth a new agency to stop modern day crime, called the CCC. Capture and Containment of Criminals. Kurt had joined as soon as he was eligible, after his father's auto-repair shop back in Lima had been robbed and several cars had been stolen. His father had been devastated. They had been struggling with finances back then. Now however, the high pay he got from working at CCC was more than enough to keep his father afloat and make Kurt able to afford all the designer close he craved. The job was both more fun, and more dangerous than he ever could have imagined. That was until his agent partner…
Sue cleared her throat and Kurt immediately snapped back to the present. He flushed when he realized he must have been zoning out for quite some time because the stern blond was looking rather annoyed at him.
"So when do I get to meet this 'Blaine Anderson'?" asked Kurt quickly.
Sue smiled wickedly, "He's right behind you."
Kurt whirled around in his chair….
And nearly fell off when he saw the boy- no- young man who was standing awkwardly in the doorway. He was shorted than average (but Kurt already knew that), with slick gelled hair that was shellacked in neat waves. He wore an expense tailored suite (it had to be tailored, thought Kurt, suits just don't fit that well) that hung perfectly on his well-built frame. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes! A perfect blend of hazel and gold, framed by long smoky lashes, and-WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING?
Snap out of it, Hummel! Kurt yelled at himself. Before he could go off into dreamboat land again, Kurt got up and quickly held out his hand.
"Kurt Hummel, " he said, introducing himself.
"Blaine Anderson," replied the dark-haired boy. They shook hands. "A pleasure to work with you, Mr. Hummel."
"Please, call me Kurt," he choked out.
Sue was right. He WAS dapper. Kurt stifled a groan. This was going to be a challenge. He'd take more paperwork about that stupid alpaca over THIS any day!
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