Blaine stacked the last suitcase by the front door, and gave his living room one more scrutinizing look. His ashen face followed Kurt's form, as he walked back into the room, bag in his arms. "The rooms are empty. What do we do now? How are we going to get my dad out of here without him being noticed—?" When Kurt quirked a brow, Blaine sealed his lips shut. "Sorry. Do your… spy thing."

"I'll need your help." Kurt wandered away from Blaine, so he trotted after him. He placed his hand on the handle of Blaine's bedroom door. "He's in this room?" Confirming, Blaine blew out heavily as Kurt opened the door, sneaking in on the tips of his feet. He opened his bag and pulled out a can, shaking it quietly as he inched over to Leighton. Just as his feet scuffled on a length of the carpet that had formed a small bump, and Leighton's head turned toward the sound, Kurt seized the nape of his neck, hitting a pressure point that paralyzed him.

With his free hand, Kurt untied both of his wrists. Bending his head back, Kurt let the bag slide off of him. He briefly glanced up at Blaine, whose mouth was gaping. "Don't breathe."

Without giving Blaine any explanation, Kurt sprayed a cloudy chemical out of the can. Leighton tried to jerk back, but the puff of air swarmed his face, until he had to breathe in. Blaine watched his dad's face drain of color, and then tip back, as he lost consciousness. Letting go of Leighton's head, Kurt grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged it over his face, saying from behind it, "I'm not strong enough to lift him."

Hurrying forward, Blaine grabbed his dad around his waist and hauled him up. He folded him over his shoulder, grunting at the extra weight, and carried him out of the room. After Kurt shut the door and locked the gas inside of the bedroom, he spoke more clearly, "It's a sleeping gas. It could last up to eight hours. We need to put his body in a bag."

As Kurt dug through his knapsack for what looked like a cylindrical pillow, Blaine spoke with a strained voice, "What else do you have in that bag? A laser?" He rolled his eyes when Kurt held up a small, metal object, and then tossed it back into the bag. "Why don't you be a little more careful with it? It could cut off someone's finger."

A bubble of laughter suddenly erupted out of Kurt, "You're such a dad." Handing Blaine the body bag, he started walking toward Gail's bedroom. "Zip him into that bag. It has straps to secure it. I'll get Gail. Oh… and, mind my knapsack. It has a bomb in it. It explodes on contact."

Blaine's cheeks darkened, "I am being responsible." Kurt laughed again, and disappeared into Gail's room. Looking back down at the bag, he started to back up so he could sit down and unfold it, but briefly made sure that he wasn't going to sit on any of Kurt's gadgets. Sighing, Blaine unhooked the straps and unrolled the bag, which looked more like a sleeping bag. "He had to become a spy. He couldn't have gone on to be a successful doctor. No… he's a spy, with a laser."

A moment later, Kurt returned to the room, Gail bundled up in his arms, with a blue blanket wrapped around his squirming body. When Blaine glanced up at him, Kurt waved him off, "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who kidnapped him." Hoisting Gail higher on his shoulder, Kurt lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Gail. We're just going on a car ride somewhere." Once Blaine had his dad closed up in the bag, he hooked it under his arm like a football, and grabbed two of the suitcases, leaving the third for Kurt. "Follow my lead. Don't make any faces."

The three of them left Blaine's apartment, which still contained more than half of his belongings. He'd brought only what he thought was necessary. Pausing to look inside of it one last time, Blaine dragged the door shut with his foot, and went after Kurt. Almost instantly, they passed by a woman who Blaine was convinced had stared at them for a second too long. But he kept himself quiet, and did as Kurt did. After a few minutes of walking, they got out to the parking lot without being interrupted, and Kurt guided him over to a sleek, black car. Carefully, Blaine laid the bag across the back seat, and then climbed in on the passenger's side, after he took Gail back from Kurt.

Kurt got in on the driver's side and started the car, rolling out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Blaine uneasily shifted his weight, as he draped Gail over his lap. "Can I know how you got to be this way?"

Kurt's eyes flicked to the side, "Oh… it's a long story."

"I'd like to know." Blaine encouraged. "But… first, why'd you quit? I mean, when'd you do it?"

Turning onto a long strip of road, Kurt sped the car up, making a few leaves spring up as the tires spun invisible nets that contained large gusts of air. "I quit yesterday." He said idly, an answer that made Blaine worry his brows, his eyes sliding over to Kurt.

Kurt steered the car up to a towering mansion, which was shielded by walls so high that Blaine couldn't see the tops of them. Suddenly, a few men garbed in heavy, black outfits bent over, staring down at the car, and pointing guns at it. Holding Gail closer to himself, Blaine watched Kurt lean out of the window. He started to reach out and pull him back in, when he called, "Tony, it's me! Open the gate!"

One of the guards climbed down a ladder, his body wiry and quick, and he dropped the last two feet. Pacing over to Kurt, he stuck the gun back into its sheath, and said neutrally, "Kurt, you quit the company. My orders are to turn away anyone who doesn't work here. No exceptions."

Making a frustrated sound, Kurt pleaded, "It's an emergency. I have information about the kidnapping. Please, let us through."

Leaning down, Tony pointed a finger at Blaine, "And him?"

"The son of Leighton Anderson." Kurt said shortly, his face softening when Tony turned away and marched back to the gate. Pressing buttons on a pad, Tony spoke into the box. The gates shuddered, scraping the bare ground, as they broke apart. "Thank you!" He stepped onto the gas and drove the car down a long driveway. "This is where I've lived for the past eleven years."

Blaine furrowed his brows at the front door, which was twice as tall as the average human. "Who owns this company?"

"His name is Sebastian Smythe." Kurt parked the car behind two others. "He inherited it from his dad. Most of his employees work on the outside. My brother, Puck, and myself lived on the inside… as well as Unique, but he's just an assistant. Sebastian doesn't hire many people because it's easier to keep track of where we are, and if we've admitted anything about the company outside of these walls. We work in secrecy because if people knew about us, they would know to expect us, and figure out our tactics. You're the first outsider who's ever gotten to go inside."

Thinking that the people on the inside might not be too happy about that, Blaine gritted his teeth, "Lucky me."

When Kurt stepped out of the car, Blaine also got out, and passed Gail over to Kurt. Going around to the back door, Blaine reached in and pulled out the sack that contained his dad. He felt his face turn a little green as something inside of it shifted. He left the luggage in the car for later, and became Kurt's shadow, as he approached the door and punched a number into the pad. He spoke into it, and the door unlatched. Elbowing it open, Kurt returned both of his hands to Gail's bottom and back, carrying the child inside as he surveyed the main room.

Suddenly, two sets of footsteps tromped down the hallway, and Blaine turned his head, seeing two boys he remembered vaguely from high school. Finn, he recalled, was the tall one with the raven hair, while Puck was the stocky one with the shaved head. The black haired one stopped first, "Kurt?" He cocked his head to the side, as if changing his perspective of Kurt would prove that it was really his brother. "You're… back. You brought an outsider."

"He brought Blaine." Puck pointed out, "And a… kid. And one of the body bags." He and Finn shared a look, and he shrugged, "I've got nothing. Kurt, did you have this planned out yesterday?"

"No." Kurt shook his head distractedly. Looking up at the ceiling, he asked, "Sebastian, are you listening?"

Blaine's eyes became huge when, from an unseen speaker, someone said, "I'm here, Kurt. Why don't you come downstairs? All of you."

Taking Blaine's hand, Kurt led the three of them over to a staircase, which he started to descend. Even the basement was in perfect condition, with bulletin boards hung on the walls, and notes scattered all over those. As they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Blaine noticed a slim figure disappear behind a partition. Before Kurt got to business, he took Gail over to a small area of the room that had unused balls in it. "Stay over here, sweetheart. Play with the balls." Returning to Blaine's side, he motioned for him to put down the bag and open it. "Sebastian, I have Leighton Anderson."

Finn moved forwards again, "What?"

Separating the flaps of the bag, Blaine showed them the pale face of his dad. Kurt continued with as firm of a voice as he could manage, "Blaine was the kidnapper. But he did it to help Leighton. There were death threats made against him. Blaine took Leighton into his home, where he held him hostage. Despite this, I insist that you treat Blaine like a hero. He saved Leighton—"

"I understand, Kurt." The voice came from behind the partition. "Slow down. No one is going to prison. Blaine did a good thing. I will get started on smoothing over the people who voiced the death threats. No harm will come to Leighton Anderson. You've done well, Kurt. You may leave now."

"That's it?" Kurt's cheeks flushed with aggravation, "Sebastian, I've worked for you for eleven years! This is all you have to say to me?"

Sebastian sighed, "Gentlemen, can I please have a few minutes with Kurt?" Almost instantly, Finn and Puck conceded to Sebastian's request, so Blaine went after them. As they thundered up the stairs, Blaine walked over to his son and grabbed him, then carried him up to the top floor. Before he was completely out of the room, Sebastian spoke again, "Kurt, for the past few years, I've noticed that you haven't been acting like yourself. Can you explain to me what's going on? I don't understand what you want me to give you. You left the company… but when you come back, you act as if you want back in? Is that it?"

"No." Kurt said quickly, hanging his head. "I don't want to do this anymore, Sebastian. I don't know what I want! I'm so confused. I want to be with Blaine and his son… but I want to do something else, and I don't know what. Blaine was all I ever knew in high school. Before I could even get a taste of the real world, I was taken here. It's like… I've forgotten who I was. I haven't sung in so many years. And fashion… well, that's been neglected for so long that all I know are dark clothes… clothes that conceal me. Sebastian, before your dad passed away, didn't you ever want anything else?"

"Of course I did." Sebastian sounded like that should have been obvious. "Actually, I wanted to be a marriage counselor. Pretty startling, huh? Before their divorce, my parents fought a lot. And when I stayed with my dad, I noticed that all he wanted to do was drink and hook up. I wanted to solve other couples' problems before they became unsalvageable. And I was a lot like you. My dad tried to force the company onto me, and I would scream and fight him about it. I wanted nothing to do with his spy work. But when… when I saw my dad on his deathbed, choking for air, I realized what my duty was, and I took the company. I changed a lot of things. I fired many incompetent staff members, who were taking advantage of the fact that my dad was an alcoholic. I locked this place down like a prison. And you… you thought of it like that, didn't you?"

Kurt shamefully turned his face away, "You grew to like your work here?"

"I got used to it." Sebastian corrected, "Kurt, I'm thirty six years old. I'm not young anymore. I can't start over, like you can. Besides… I don't want to show my face in public. Years ago, I was badly burned in a fire. The scarring is so petrifying that I've avoided showing myself since then. I ran into the fire to save Unique, you know. That's why he's here. It was when I still went out on the field, like you used to. Someone had lit the crime scene on fire. Unique was inside one of the buildings that became victim. Before it collapsed, I went after him. Unique was unharmed, but I was in the hospital for two months. He stayed with me, every single day. And when I was released, he kissed my mouth, and told me that he would do whatever I needed him to. We never pursued our relationship because I chose to stay hidden, and he's gone on to be with other men, but I'll never forget that kiss. Lately, remembering it seems to be the only thing to make me happy. My point is that you've got to find that one thing that makes you happy, before you're my age, or worse… something goes wrong, and you end up like me. I'll tell you what, Kurt… because I love you, and I've always had a soft spot for you, I'm going to give you the privilege of coming back here whenever you want, or even staying here for extended periods of time. Would that make you more comfortable, knowing that you could see your brother and Puck whenever you need them?"

"Yes. Yes!" Kurt clasped his hands in front of him, "Sebastian, thank you—"

"But, I'm doing this with the expectation that you'll be responsible about coming here. You can't bring any outsiders with you. Oh, and, Kurt… I know that you didn't leave all of your gear here." After he paused for a second, he remarked flippantly, "You always have been the sneakiest of the three of you. You can keep it, as long as you don't use it to store any more bodies. As far as the child goes—"

"Gail."

"Gail… He is more than welcome, with Blaine. And… can you give this to the little guy?" Kurt moved closer to the screen when Sebastian held out a hand, which had a larger laser in it. "The heat in it has been broken for months. I haven't gotten around to fixing it. It's just a light now. Tell him that he can have it. It's too large for him to swallow. He might enjoy it."

"Thank you, Sebastian." Kurt bowed his head at the screen, and then whirled away. Blaine bolted up the rest of the stairs, glad that Puck and Finn had went their own ways. He leaned against the wall, pretending that he hadn't been listening, as Kurt dawdled up the stairs, flicking the laser on and off. When he got to the top step, he offered Blaine a wry smile, "I'm a spy. What did you think, that I wasn't aware of you standing there?"

Blaine's face turned as red as a cherry, but Kurt merely laughed, and kissed his cheek. "It's alright. Gail, honey… do you want to see this? It's a present from Sebastian. It's a laser. Do you like it? You can be a little spy, too." As Gail played with his new toy, Kurt took a deep breath and tipped his head back, "Sebastian will handle your dad now. I'm ready for that mission to be off of my hands. Well… how about it, Blaine? Do you want to stay here for the night?"

Looking around himself, Blaine grinned at the largest building he'd ever stayed in, "Really? I'd love to. I've never had anything like this. Even my parents' house wasn't this grand."

Kurt took Blaine's hand again, "I suppose I should formally introduce you to Finn and Puck. They're probably in their room."

Blaine chuckled, "Oh, are we getting serious? I'm meeting your family?"

"If you wiggle your eyebrows like that again, you won't be doing anything with me." Kurt threatened, bringing Blaine down the hallway, and nearly bumping into Unique, as he closed the door to his own bedroom. It appeared that he had just woken up from a nap, as his clothes were awry, and he had crust in the corners of his eyes. Kurt paused, "Good evening, Unique."

Unique sucked in his dry lips, "Finn and Puck told me that you had come back with Leighton… and outsiders." He gave Blaine and Gail a critical look.

Kurt's smile thinned, "Blaine helped us with this mission. I wouldn't consider him an outsider—"

"He was the cause of the mission. I would consider him the criminal." Unique said bluntly. "Listen to me, Kurt. You're not a part of our company anymore. The only reason you're here is because your brother and Puck haven't betrayed us. Don't get too comfortable. Technically, you don't belong here."

"Technically?" Kurt scoffed. "Technically, Sebastian just made me as welcome as I used to be, even if I don't handle the missions. You can ask him yourself." Putting his hands on his hips, he said as gently as he could, "Unique, it's been eleven years, and you still haven't warmed up to me. I don't know what it is I've ever done to you, but I've never been ill willed toward you." Clamping his hand around Blaine's elbow, he continued softly, "Have a good night, Unique. Blaine and I are going to retire."

Unique made a huffing noise, walking past them without another word. Lifting Gail up higher, Blaine rubbed his back as the little boy snuggled his head into his shoulder. "What a nice guy."

Kurt elbowed him, "Don't be too harsh with him. I think Unique is just misunderstood. The man that he's always been most fond of won't take their relationship farther because he's afraid of coming out. I wouldn't be the nicest person if I knew that you were right at my fingertips, but I could never touch you." They continued down the hallway, and Kurt turned into a room that was as big as Blaine's entire apartment. "Finn? Puck?"

Another door opened, and Finn poked his head out. Making a soft sound, he walked the rest of the way out and rushed up to Kurt, squeezing him in his arms. "I'm so glad you're home." He muttered into Kurt's hair, his eyes rising as Puck also approached. "It's only been a day, but I've been so worried about you."

"Finn, Puck…" Stepping back, Kurt gestured to Blaine, who tried to hold a hand out, even though it was at an awkward angle because he was supporting Gail. "I want you to properly meet Blaine. He's my…"

Blaine glanced down at Kurt. "I'm his… boyfriend." When a wide smile stretched onto Kurt's mouth, he returned his gaze to Finn and Puck. "It's nice to meet you. Kurt's told me good things about you." Finn warily looked down at Gail, who had fallen asleep on Blaine's shoulder, so Blaine quickly put in, "Oh… this is my son, Gail. He's usually very friendly, but… it's been a long day. If you'll excuse me, I'll put him in bed."

"You have a… kid?" Finn said darkly. "What are you, bisexual?"

Kurt sounded alarmed by Finn's judgmental tone, "Finn! You can't ask for someone's sexuality—"

"It's alright, Kurt." Blaine returned to the group of them, after he slid Gail into one of the open beds and closed the door behind himself. "Finn's your brother. He needs to look after you, and make sure you're dating the right guys. No, I'm not bisexual. It's… not something I want to get into right now. But… Gail doesn't have a mom. I've been a single dad for eight years. And Kurt seems to love him. They've bonded very well. If things work out between us, I'd be happy for Kurt to take Gail as his stepson."

Puck squinted his eyes, "Dude… you're completely different than you were in high school. What happened? You used to not talk to anyone."

Kurt put his hand on Puck and Finn's chests, pushing them backwards, "Guys, Blaine and I are exhausted. Can't you interrogate him tomorrow? You two are like hounds on a bone." He kissed their waiting cheeks, "I love you both. I'll see you in the morning. Blaine—?"

Like the protective brother that Kurt expected him to be, Finn held out his arm to block Blaine from following Kurt into their own bedroom, "Whoa… no, no. You two are not sleeping in the same bed." When Kurt raised his brows at him, he shook his head in annoyance, "Oh… fine. But only because you're an adult now. Just remember that I'm not happy about it. But no… no touching, okay? At all."

"I know. I know. I was supposed to stay a little boy forever." Kissing Finn's cheek once more, he waved at his brother. "Goodnight, Finn." He shuffled into his bedroom with Blaine on his heels, and shut the door behind them. Instantly, he whirled into Blaine's arms when he grabbed for him, finding his back pinned to Blaine's chest. Giggling quietly, he tilted his head up and kissed Blaine's lips. "I love you."

Blaine nuzzled his face, a smile spreading onto his mouth, as he whisked Kurt over to the bed. Kurt, who had never lain in a bed with Blaine before, wanted to spend a while exploring his boyfriend's body, but was asleep before his head hit the pillow. Stretching out beside of his limp body, Blaine caressed Kurt's round cheek, as his lips parted and his breaths whistled through them. Kurt curled his legs up, tucking them into his chest, and then pushed his arms out from underneath him, searching for Blaine. Blaine, who couldn't say it to Kurt when he was awake, rubbed his lips over Kurt's forehead, "I love you."