Hola! So I have a few things to say. First, Prentiss is from a show called Criminal Minds and probably won't be the only character from that show in this story. Secondly, after I get Santana and Brittany's relationship established, I won't write from Santana's perspective until the climax of the story. Oh yeah and, I will try to write smut for you so just hold on. Thank you for following this story! My instagram is @klainesfaberry :)
Megan x
Chapter 2 (WARNING: Mentions mental health and prostitution)
The apartment was small. Not thank Kurt minded, his and Santana's apartment was small too. Unlike his, this place had all kinds of generic and cliché spy-type stuff. Computers, guns, and gadgets were scattered all around.
In the middle of the living room (which was basically the whole apartment) there was a big smart tv planted on a stand. The words, "Incoming Call From Emily Prentiss, Speak To Answer" appeared.
"Answer." He heard Santana say from next to him.
His boss appeared on the screen, "Hey guys," She greeted. "This is Blaine Anderson and Brittany Pierce," Suddenly, two pictures popped up, a girl in one and a guy in the other. The guy was obviously Blaine and he couldn't help but think about how adorable he was.
"Lopez, you're subject is Brittany. Hummel, yours is Blaine," She explained and his heart all but soared. HELL YEAH! He was gonna befriend the most adorable being in the world!
"We have tranquilizer pens, hidden cameras, trackers and more for this mission," Ahhh, there it was. The sweet remember that it would all be fake.
"Now once again, you can either befriend them or become their significant other. And before you ask, we have it on good authority that they are gay." Well now he was just on an emotional roller. Hope and excitement to the harsh reality and back to hope because Blaine was gay.
The curly hair, the hazel eyes, god it was too much. He just needed to remind himself that he cannot, under any circumstance, get attached to him. He probably wouldn't even reciprocate the feelings. He would say being let down sucks but, you get used to it.
"Just remember DO NOT GET ATTACHED," And with that she disappeared from the screen.
"Alright well, what do you want for lunch? I'll get some takeout," Santana spoke and broke the silence.
"Um, I'm not hungry" He mumbled and walked into his room.
"Kurt!" Santana ran after him and put her hand on his shoulder, stopping him in the doorway. "I am not an idiot! When I first met you, you were a fucking skeleton! You stopped eating and that's not healthy. I'm not letting you do that again. What's wrong?"
Kurt rolled his eyes even though she wasn't wrong. He wouldn't eat when he has his fair amount of problems. "Santana, I'm just not hungry. I ate before we left and I'm still full," He shook Santana's hand off.
He waited for Santana to beg him but she just walked away. He was secretly hoping she would say something, but she never did and he just walked into his room.
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That was weird. Ever since Kurt had been recovering with her, courtesy of the CIA, he was a foodie. Kurt and her would always go out and find new places to eat. Something was definitely up.
She looked over to where Kurt's luggage was. NO! She was not about to snoop in his bag. She was not a nosy person...but it was for her friends sake.
She walked up to his black suitcase and hesitated before sitting down next to it, laying the suitcase down, and opening it. She pulled out a bunch of colorful, complex, and confusing clothes out first. How the fuck do you put this shirt on? Anyways, back to figuring out what's wrong.
After she moved a bunch of clothes and skin products, she found a small box. Her heart sank once she opened it. There was a flask, with god knows what in it, and a razor...Oh. My. God. Something was wrong! But it was what she found after she moved them aside was what made her cry. It was a family photo. One with Kurt, his dad, his stepbrother, and his stepmom.
She couldn't believe her eyes. She was so stupid for thinking Kurt was fine! That's when it hit her. Why Kurt had been so depressed lately. It was the anniversary of his fathers death and he had to work. God, she was an idiot! She had forgotten all about it! How could she be so insensitive?
She put the stuff back and zipped up the suitcase. Once she stood up, she walked to Kurt's bedroom and just stared. Kurt always sweared to her that he was fine and that he was getting help. She needed to get food into her stomach but she had to think first. After the school day tomorrow, she would sit him down and talk to him.
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Urgh. Morning. Kurt hated mornings. All he wanted to do was sleep in. He's never been to a high school as an actual student so it wasn't like he knew what sleeping in on a school day was like but still, waking up was a pain. He only ever attended school for a mission or something but the last time he was just a student was when he was 14, shortly before his world came crashing down.
He took a shower, brushed his teeth, did his normal skin routine, and took several deep breaths before dressing himself. He put on a white button down and black skinny jeans he had in his backpack that he brought inside his room the night before.
Kurt walked outside his room and peered into Santana's. Still sleeping. He check the clock on the wall.
6:47
Woah. Why was he so early? It wasn't like he was complaining because he usually was late so this was an achievement. He prepared some cereal and ate on the couch while browsing through social media.
It was around 7 when he heard Santana walk out of her room. He gave her a weak smile and looked towards his suitcase. He walked over to it to get his satchel. Santana always criticized him for bringing a backpack and a satchel but he thought it was normal. The backpack was just like a small suitcase but he brought his satchel to school. After picking it up he was going to close it when he saw that his small box was slightly open. That was weird.
He ignored it and walked towards the door. "I'm going early. I'll look for Blaine to see if I can get started on this," He yelled towards Santana. "Bye!" And with that he was out of his house and ready to face his subject. His incredibly cute subject.
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Ta-da! There's chapter two! Thoughts? Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated so I can improve. Oh yeah and if you leave a review you get a virtual high five. Luv ya!
Megan x