A.N. Hey guys! I'm back! So here's chapter two of Paranoid, and here we get to *spoiler* meet Kurt and some more Warblers, and they are WAY OOC so please don't be mad at me! *end spoiler*. Yay! So, all of my stories are un-beta-ed so if you spot any mistakes, you can PM me and I'll fix 'em, 'kay? I'm currently working on chapter 8 or 9 (i cant remember) of this story so you guys should be getting constant updates weekly. I believe not much else needs to be said... besides, Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 2

Kurt Hummel sang the last note of the song and bowed from his place on stage. His smile was a mile wide and he was joined by his fellow cast members as they all gathered on the set to bow properly and in sync. They held hands and took in the deafening applause as they walked offstage and shook off the exhilaration they had felt when in character. They flooded the wings of the theatre and and were scattered off to their dressing rooms to change out of their costumes and remove their makeup and such. Kurt literally skipped down the hallway to his dressing room in his cheery and bright mood after his performance-high. His eyes shone as he spotted the giant gold star on his door with his name on it. He had finally done it, he was studying at NYADA and had just performed his first ever musical there, as one of the essential secondary characters no less.

He walked inside and sat at his vanity and began his hour-long skin care routine with moisturizer, toner, cleanser, exfoliator, the works. When he was halfway through, the phone buzzed on the desk and he picked it up, trying not to get cream on his device, and saw that he had a text from Finn. He opened it and placed it against the mirror to read while rubbing product into his skin.

Kurt, you have to get down here now. -Finn

Kurt scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion and quickly rinsed his face and hands before sending a text back.

Why? Get down where? What's going on? -Kurt

Kurt began to strip off his many layers of costume as he waited for a reply. The stage was boiling with the lights aimed directly at the actors and the costumes they were forced to wear because the play took place in winter. He grabbed one of his designer outfits from his walk in closet and quickly got dressed before his phone vibrated yet again. He picked it up and his eyes went wide.

Rachel's dead. -Finn

Kurt blanched and dropped his phone. His best friend in the whole world who was supposed to star opposite him in the musical and had been replaced by an understudy at the last minute... was gone? How could this have happened? Rachel couldn't be gone, surely his step-brother was playing a prank on him, but something tugged at his heart and he knew it was the truth. Still, he had to be sure...

What? How? Why? Where? When? … who? -Kurt

She was murdered. Dunno why. At my house. About half an hour ago. No idea. -Finn

How can you be so calm about this? SHE WAS YOUR WIFE! -Kurt

You can't exactly see emotion through texts... can you? I mean, that's what emoticons are for right? -Finn

Finn, you obviously haven't quite grasped the reality of the situation yet. I will not be the one to break it to you, rather, I'll be the one to pick up the pieces. I'll be there ASAP. -Kurt

Kurt grabbed whatever he thought he needed and bolted out of the building in a blur, not bothering to lock the door behind him or congratulate anyone on how well they had performed that night. Because Rachel wasn't there to congratulate. She wasn't there to boast about how amazing she had been and occasionally throw a random compliment to try and balance off her arrogance. She wasn't there to laugh with him about the good old times or discuss boys or secrets or anything ever again... He'd never see her bright smile, her walk with a skip in her step, her laughing at something he'd said that was witty and sarcastic, her complaints about their height difference making it hard to hug each other, the sparkle in her eyes whenever she performed with such emotion, he'd never catch her and Finn making out on their couch or acting all cuddly and cute and secretly making Kurt jealous of what they had no matter how many times they fought. He would never again get to hold her as she cried over something Finn had said or done, never again get to reassure her about her insecurities, never get to congratulate her on a job well done on their performance that night, never get to tell her how much she meant to him and how she was like a sister to him even though she was his sister-in-law. God, the tears were already blurring his vision and his mind was swirling with thoughts of Rachel. His heart ached so much and eventually the tears became too much and he succumbed to them, collapsing not a foot away from his car and leaning against it for support as he sobbed uncontrollably in the parking lot.

He got plenty of weird looks but no one came to comfort him, because Rachel had been the only one to ever truly be there for Kurt and now she was gone. Kurt cried harder and banged his fist into his car door, making a small dent in it but not caring. He'd lost his best friend and he'd loved her so much despite everything about her that screamed "ANNOYING!". He loved her for everything she was and he missed her so much it physically hurt. He clutched his chest, wrinkling his collared Alexander McQueen shirt and for once, not caring. He managed to unlock the door of his car and crawl in, even though he was on the passenger side. Once he locked the doors and was safely in his vehicle, he cried more. He was sobbing so hard he couldn't breathe and he began panting and coughing and sniffling until he truly couldn't breathe. He felt like he was having a panic attack as his heart raced a thousand beats per minute and his vision blurred, whether from tears or lack of oxygen he wasn't sure, but soon enough he managed to calm down enough to stop his panting and coughing and sniffled.

Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from his eyes, he made his way to the driver's seat and tried not to think about how many times he and Rachel had sat in his car and laughed or cried or had been in a fight or had awkward silence or anything. He knew Rachel wouldn't want him to get in a car accident because he was so devastated over her death and he managed to keep his breathing calm and regular, even if the tears continued to fall uncontrollably.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Kurt exited the car about a block away from Finn's house and mentally prepared himself for the worst. The crowd was actually quite small and obviously clueless but it was there nonetheless. Kurt politely shoved his way to the front and saw that the entire perimeter of the house was surrounded in police tape and he held back another sob. He approached as close as he dared, searching for Finn.

"Kurt!" The eighteen year old turned around and spotted his step-brother a few meters away, looking impassive. Kurt ran to the younger man and threw his arms around him, sobbing like a maniac into his chest, finding only a little bit of comfort in having someone who was in just as much grief as he was. Finn was frozen, he didn't wrap his arms around his brother like he had done many times before. His face wasn't twisted in torture and his body wasn't racked with sobs like Kurt's. Confused, the crying one looked up.

"Finn?"

"Thanks for coming."

"Of course! You didn't think I wouldn't come would you?"

"Well, no but-"

"Good. No thanks needed. Now, why aren't you upset?" After a great deal of silence, well, as much silence as you can get with tiny crowds chatting excitedly around them, Finn whispered.

"It's easier to deal with it like this."

"Oh Finn..." Kurt wrapped his arms around his brother and squeezed his shoulders reassuringly. "You feel numb don't you, like there's a part of your heart missing like a hole and it will never be filled until she comes back. You don't want to feel awful like I do, but you don't want to feel happy because you're not, so you settled on feeling nothing because it's better than excruciating pain. Am I right?" Finn simply nodded and Kurt squeezed him tighter, rubbing his back soothingly. He had felt the exact same way when his mother had died. He swallowed back another lump in his throat. "I'm right here alright? If you decide that you want to let it all out, I'm right here and I always will be."

"What if you're not? Rachel said she'd never leave me and look what happened!" Finn exclaimed, his voice rising an octave half-way through. His eyes were shining with unshed tears and he broke away from the hug.

"Finn, I can't make any promises other than the fact that I promise you I will never leave you willingly. Never." Kurt reassured. "Your heart will heal eventually, but what you two had, it was true love and you may never find that with anyone else, but you will find love again Finn. Whether it be brotherly love from me, motherly love from Carole, or maybe girlfriend love from someone else, you will find love again. I have faith in you. My heart will heal alongside yours and we will get through this together okay?" Finn just nodded mutely and this time, he initiated the hug and embraced Kurt tightly, almost strangling the older boy (by no more than a few months).

"Thanks Kurt. You always know what to say."

"I wouldn't say that..." They pulled away and Finn wiped his nose with the back of his hand and attempted a smile, but it turned into more of a sneer. "I'm going to go ask that police officer what they think happened. You can come if you want." Finn nodded again and - hand in hand - they weaved their way through the crowd until they reached the man facing away from them dressed in a police officer's uniform. Kurt tapped his shoulder and he turned around to face them. The man was attractive, Kurt had to admit, but his heart wouldn't allow his thoughts to go any further as memories of Rachel flashed through his mind at nanosecond intervals.

The man had black hair with so much gel in it that it looked like a brick and his eyebrows were thick and triangular... in a way. His eyes were a deep and seductive hazel and he stood at about five foot seven. He appeared to be a teenager, too young for this job, and his uniform appeared to be maybe one size too big and he tugged at his sleeve uncomfortably as he stared at Kurt and Finn.

"Yes?" His voice was smooth and (being the singers that they were) Kurt and Finn immediately knew that if he sang, he would have a lovely tenor voice.

"Yes, I'm Kurt Hummel and this is my step-brother Finn Hudson. Rachel is my sister-in-law and his wife." Kurt introduced, his voice shaking from all his crying. He sniffled once but held back his sobs. The officer looked him up and down and nodded as he held out his hand.

"I'm the junior officer in charge of this case. The name's Blaine Anderson."

GLEE

Blaine tried very hard not to rake his eyes over Kurt's body, but he honest to God couldn't help himself. The guy had perfectly coiffed chestnut brown hair and glasz eyes that were green, blue, and grey all at the same time. His complexion was as pale as porcelain and he stood lean and tall, maybe five foot ten? His was dressed fashionably in skinny jeans, a black silk coloured shirt, and a bright white leather trench coat on his arm, the other arm currently holding the hand of the much taller boy, Finn.

It only took a second and he prayed no one noticed. No one reacted so he continued on as if he hadn't just checked out the first guy his age he'd ever seen in his life who wasn't a spy or part of the spy organization. He lived in a high-tech building and almost never left except for on field missions which were rare occasions for someone as young as him. He was going to take what he could get, but he couldn't get distracted. He was on a mission and these boys could give him some clues as to who had murdered Rachel.

He had just finished shaking Kurt's extremely soft and pale hand that felt cold from the night air yet held a firm grip when he spoke again. "Would you mind if I asked you guys a few questions or would you prefer to ask me about the gruesome details you'll regret asking in the morning." He quirked a side of his mouth upward in an attempt to lighten the mood but Finn blanched and Kurt tightened his hold on his hand considerably, clearly not amused.

"Ask away." He said in his counter tenor voice that was higher pitched than most guys but not by much.

"Well, for starters, do you have any suspicions as to whom it may have been?" Blaine asked, taking out a notepad from his back pocket and a pencil from behind his ear in preparation for scribbling down notes, when he had a better idea and took out a tape recorder to record their answers instead. Finn looked a little intimidated but Kurt didn't shy down in the slightest.

"Nothing comes to mind immediately." He shook his head.

"Have you noticed any peculiar behaviour recently?" This was directed at Finn who so obviously spent the most time with her (at first glance anyway). However, it was Kurt who spoke up but missed the grateful look his brother gave him for making sure he didn't have to speak.

"We haven't. She was as bubbly and annoying as ever." He rolled his eyes and Blaine wondered how he could be handling this so well.

"You seem to be handling this particularly well..." his eyes narrowed. Had Kurt been the one to murder Rachel? It seemed unlikely, but not impossible. The buzz of the crowd seemed to die down around them as they realized he was concocting an investigation. He realized at that moment that he probably should have taken them somewhere more private but he shrugged it off mentally.

Kurt snorted. "You should have seen me five minutes ago, I was sobbing like an idiot so hard I almost crashed my car on the way here." He looked back into Blaine's eyes and - being the spy that he was - Blaine could tell immediately that he wasn't lying. He had been trained to be a human lie detector just from looking deeply into someone's eyes and watching for tics. He wasn't the best at it, but he was fairly good; usually good enough to tell who was innocent and who had something to hide, and Kurt was putting everything out there. His eyes betrayed his facial expressions as they displayed such suffering and hurt that Blaine wondered for the briefest of seconds just how close he and Rachel had been. Was there some sort of complicated story of a jealous affair going on? He banished the thought immediately, making sure he didn't jump to conclusions - still, he stored it away for later.

Finn, somehow feeling what Blaine had been thinking before, spoke up for the first time in the spy's presence. "I can vouch for him, I saw him before we came here and he was a complete wreck." Kurt elbowed him lightly and Finn attempted another smile but failed. Smiling just didn't feel right when the one you loved was dead.

Blaine nodded. "Alright. Was there anyone scheduled to come over tonight besides Rachel?" Finn shook his head in response and Kurt spoke yet again.

"No. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She was supposed to meet me outside the theater a few hours ago but when she didn't show we had to throw in an understudy at the last minute and put the production on without her." Blaine raised his eyebrows only slightly. No one noticed. He was the tiniest bit surprised. So Kurt was an actor, as was Rachel. That had not been on her file. He voiced as such and Kurt explained. "This is our first musical and it's not a paid job. It's a school musical. We both attend the New York Academy of Dramatic Arts. Our opening night was yesterday, today was the second showing." So Kurt and Rachel were singers too. Interesting. He had looked through Rachel's file thoroughly while on the private jet to New York and discovered basically everything about her.

She was born to two gay dads with a surrogate by the name of Shelby Corcoran. Her dads were Hiram and Leroy Berry and she attended William McKinley High School and was lead female soloist for her glee club. Okay, so he knew she sang, but he didn't know she planned to make a career out of it. Then it hit him, both Finn and Kurt had been in the glee club called New Directions along with Rachel and several other members. He planned on visiting Santana Lopez and Brittany S. Pierce, who were also in New York, and interrogating them.

"So she was supposed to meet you where?"

"The back entrance to the theater on campus." Blaine's eyebrows shot up noticeably and Kurt blushed a teensy bit, but Blaine blamed it on the cold wind that blew through the night and bit at their skin. Why would Kurt be embarassed about a thing like that? Kurt shivered and stepped closer to Finn who subconsciously stepped closer as well.

"What time?"

"What?"

"What time was Rachel supposed to meet you there?"

"Oh, six o'clock."

"I assume thats PM?"

"You assumed correctly." Kurt's tears had stopped flowing and his sniffles were becoming less frequent, but his eyes were red and puffy and Finn's face was unnaturally blank. They were cold and it was getting late. The sky was almost pitch black and the stars were barely visible behind the purple clouds that loomed overhead.

"Alright, that's enough for now." Blaine turned off the tape recorder and put it in his jacket pocket and quickly swept his eyes around them. Most of the crowd had cleared except for a few people walking back to their houses and a couple of Blaine's fellow spies lurking around, posing as police officers. "I'll need to speak to both of you privately, but not tonight. It's getting too late. I know this is incredibly rude to invite myself over but would you mind if I came over to your house tomorrow, Finn?" The boy in question gave him an odd look and Blaine could have smacked himself. "I mean, wherever you will be staying?" Finn nodded.

"I'll probably be at Kurt and Rachel's-" he stopped himself short, eyes widening. Kurt stiffened and patted his hand comfortingly.

"Don't worry Finn, I won't make you stay there."

"I- no. I'll be fine." He sucked in a deep breath, and Blaine made sure to run his words through his head first before saying them. He turned to Kurt.

"And you?"

Kurt shook his head. "I'm incredibly busy tomorrow, but I may be able to squeeze you in over breakfast at Tiffany's. Is that alright? It's the only time I'm available what with rehearsals and my social life and planning Rachel's funeral." Finn winced and Kurt immediately looked apologetic and began to rub his brother's arm soothingly. Blaine nodded in understanding.

"That's fine."

"Meet me there at six in the morning."

"Okay. I'll need your address." He deliberately didn't mention he already knew where they both lived because he'd given their files a brief once-over for important information. He didn't want to seem creepy. Kurt told him the address and Blaine jotted down the numbers and street name into his phone, creating two events for the following day. He looked up from the screen and smiled at them both. "It was nice to meet the both of you and I'm sorry it wasn't under better circumstances. I'll see the two of you tomorrow." With that, Blaine turned on his heel and left without letting them return his good-bye. He was in a surprisingly better mood than he had been not a few hours before and he didn't want it to wear off. He tugged some more at the uniform he had "confiscated" and cursed it for being too big. He returned to the police car parked around the corner and changed back into his own clothes, sighing in relief at the familiarity of his clothes he never thought he'd miss.

He changed the police officer that was knocked out in the trunk and fed him a serum that would wake him in a matter of minutes. Blaine rearranged him so that it looked like he had simply passed out from exhaustion and quickly fled the vicinity. He leaped from shadow to shadow and clinging to every wall he could find, evidently avoiding the streetlights that would give away his position.

He couldn't hear his fellow spies behind him, but he knew they were there. Spies were trained not to make a sound to give away their position, and they were experts at sneaking up on people, or sneaking away. Blaine's feet pounded soundlessly on the pavement with his high-tech shoes that David had created for him to test out. They worked perfectly as he raced back to the hotel he had checked in at earlier that evening.

When he got there, his teammates were in the lobby waiting for him. Nick and Jeff were frowning at him and tapping their feet impatiently almost in a mirror like way. It was almost comical, but Blaine was never one to laugh - ever. Eventually, the staring got to him.

"What?!" He exclaimed, annoyed. Why were they looking at him like he did something wrong? He replayed the night in his head and couldn't figure out what he had done wrong. Jeff sighed and shared an incomprehensible look with Nick before yanking him into the elevator, disabling the security camera and whirling on him, all in under a minute.

"Anderson, you are pushing it."

"Pushing what?!"

"You were way too friendly with those relatives of the victim. They could be suspects!" Jeff burst and Nick nodded his head, not one for outbursts. Both men were several years older than him, in their early to mid-twenties but they didn't intimidate him in the least. He rolled his eyes.

"Well excuse me for trying to pry information out of them in the most effective way." He said sarcastically. He glared at the blonde named Jeff and then turned his glare on Nick, with his shaggy brown hair and hardened brown eyes that were boring and clouded, whereas Kurt's were clear. Kurt had nothing to hide, where as being a spy like Blaine meant you almost always had something to hide, a secret to keep.

"That should have been your last resort." Nick pointed out. Blaine was getting angrier, and when he was angry, he resorted to violence, but never had he hit someone out of anger - still, there was a first for everything.

"Yes, because I'm totally sure they would be friendly towards me AFTER I've tortured them and used whatever other crazy methods you were about to suggest."

"Don't push us Anderson. It's bad enough we're stuck with a kid for this mission, but if you are bringing us down you are going to regret ever surviving that trash can." Jeff's face was an inch away and he was menacing, threatening. Blaine didn't flinch, didn't dare move. He kept his face devoid of emotion, he wouldn't show them the fear they craved, or the retaliation they wanted to get him kicked off the mission. He was smart enough to know that. What they didn't know was that he regretted living through his time at the trash can every day. He'd never asked for this life he'd been given. A life where he was miserable and frustrated and lonely. He'd never met another gay guy before and was curious as to what the others were like.

The elevator bell chimed and Blaine dusted imaginary dust from his shoulder and simply walked out, leaving a fuming spy behind him. He felt their glares piercing his back but he ignored them and used his room key to open the door to his hotel room. He tossed his stuff onto a desk and grabbed the telephone on the nightstand as he plopped down on the bed. He dialed a number that he had etched into his brain during the flight from Westerville, Ohio and waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?" Greeted a female voice on the other end. Blaine relaxed, his muscles weren't as tensed as they had been with his confrontation with Nick and Jeff. Success. He thought.

"Yes, Santana Lopez? This is junior officer Blaine Anderson. I'm going to need to ask you and your partner Brittany S. Pierce a few questions."