"Come here, Gail." Kurt cooed to his future son, who had been waddling after his dad into the kitchen, where Blaine was gathering a cup of juice and a bag of sweet crackers for the car ride out to the center of Ohio. The new couple had spent the past few days searching online for their future, and thought that they had found it in a modest home in a safe neighborhood, where they could raise Gail, and their future children. Taking Gail's pudgy hand, he knelt in front of him and adjusted his shirt, before he pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. "You look sleepy. Are you going to take a nap in the car?"

Gail rubbed his puffy eyes, which weren't used to opening so early in the morning. "I'm tired of all of this moving around. When can we stay in one place?"

Blaine returned to the room, and grabbed his son's other hand. "Soon, Gail. We might find a place for us today. Would you like that? This house has a park near it. And it has enough space in it that we could finally get a pet. I know how much you love looking at the birds in the adoption centers."

Just as soon as Blaine reached for the door handle, the basement door swung open, and a dark head inched out. Unique's face was emotionless, his eyes dark, as he ran a tongue over his bottom lip. "Um… are you guys leaving?"

Kurt blinked at his former coworker, "Yes, we're going to look at houses. Unique, are you alright?"

Unique's mouth turned down, his expression becoming stern, "I'm fine… Why do you ask? Listen… I—We need your help, Kurt. With this mission. You're the smallest one of us. You're the only one who can fit in tight places. The extremist group… They're hosting a party tonight, at their main headquarters. They're celebrating the legalization of gay marriage in Alabama. If we can get into that building, we can shut down many of their weapons. But I have a feeling that most of them are hidden in areas that we won't be able to get into easily." His hands curled into fists, as if it bothered him to have to ask this favor of Kurt. "Please."

Looking up at Blaine's emotionless face, Kurt lowered his eyes back to Unique, "What would I… be doing?"

Unique nodded, "Come downstairs with me. Sebastian has the plan."

Kurt let go of Gail's hand, and led the two of them over to the staircase. As they walked down, he noticed his brother and Puck, both attired in sharp suits with ties around their necks. Because he was trained to notice the small details, his eyes snagged on the earpieces that were implanted, and the faint shapes of guns under their jacket lapels. "Sebastian… what's going on?"

The silhouette of Sebastian's form shifted behind the screen, and he started typing on his computer. "Ah… Kurt, thank you for coming down. Like I was telling Finn and Puck, this party couldn't have come at a better time. Because this is an exclusive group that doesn't have many members, all of their weapons are going to be inside of this building. If we can destroy them, they will be less of a threat. At that point, we will be able to go in and reason with them. What I need the three of you to do is dress up like guests. It'll look suspicious if we have you go in all at once, so, Finn, you'll go in first and walk around the first floor. Kurt, you'll dress up as Puck's wife, and you'll go in any vents you find, or anything that's underground. Puck, whatever area is left, you'll search that. Don't let anyone catch you. Each of you will be equipped with a gun, extra bullets, sleeping gas, a knife, a laser, and a grappling hook. You'll also have a headset, so we can communicate. Unique will be standing outside, where he is not seen, if any of you need help."

To Kurt's surprise, Blaine said from behind him, "Why would you make him go underground, if he doesn't want to?" Kurt's head spun around so quickly that he almost gave himself whiplash, and he grabbed Blaine's arm. He shook his head, but Blaine continued, "Why doesn't someone else do it? Just because he's small doesn't mean you have to take advantage of him."

Unique quirked a brow, and sunk his teeth into the knowledge of Kurt's vulnerability, "And who would you suggest do it, instead? All of us will be occupied in other parts of the building. Kurt's a big boy. He can handle it." He turned his face toward Kurt, "Right, Kurt? Sometimes we all don't want to do something, but we do it because we know it's what's right—"

Kurt nodded, keeping his lips sealed shut, but Blaine hunched his back like a prickling cat, "Well, Finn and Puck will be doing something. You won't. You'll be waiting to be needed."

"Blaine—" Kurt pleaded.

Unique crossed his arms over his chest, and even though Blaine had brought up a reasonable point, he disregarded it. "Why are you even down here? You're the one that's not needed. You're not a part of this mission."

"Fine. If you won't do it, I'll go underground."

Unique's head whipped around to Sebastian, "What is this coming to? Sebastian, he's not trained. He won't know what to look for—"

When Sebastian spoke, his voice was steady, "Kurt, you've never told us that you don't want to go underground. But Unique is right… Blaine wouldn't know what to do. And Unique can't go underground if the others need him. Kurt, would it make you feel more secure if Blaine went down with you?" He suddenly brought up a new idea, "What if we sent Gail in with them? The situation would look even more believable, if Blaine and Kurt had a child with them—"

This time, Blaine sounded shocked, "You want to get my son involved? Sebastian, there is absolutely no way I'm taking Gail into a potentially dangerous situation. I won't do it, no matter what you say. He's just a little boy. He has no way of protecting himself."

"I understand if you refuse. But, Blaine, your son will be among four of the best spies in the country. And Kurt's been thoroughly trained. I assure you that Gail won't come into harm's way, and if he does, I'll send Unique in to pull him out of the building. But he could be advantageous to Kurt. With a little boy at his side, he won't be as suspicious." Sebastian paused for less than a second, "Kurt, get into your gear. Your disguise is on that couch. Blaine, what do you say?"

Kurt propped himself upright as they neared the glass and metal building, which towered three stories high. From where he was sitting, he could see the blade of a helicopter that was perched on the roof. His eyes examined everything of the exterior that he could, and then he twisted around at the sound of Puck cracking his knuckles. The men were dressed very similarly—each one in a black tuxedo, with a different colored undershirt. Blaine and Gail matched entirely, their bowties a dark blue, and their undershirts the color of Kurt's eyes. Unique sat beside of Puck, eyes straightforward, acknowledging nothing. He was wearing a brown wig, and was wrapped in a glittering, green dress that was missing a sleeve on one side.

Donned in a deep blue dress that clung to his curvy hips, and had sleeves that dropped down his arms, Kurt matched the dress with a pair of white gloves, and pair of strappy, blue high heels. A blond, wavy wig sat on top of his head, the crown of it covered by a white, wide-brimmed hat, to hide most of his face. When the limo pulled up in front of the door, Kurt's face blanched, and he waited for the men to climb out of the car. Blaine held his hand out for Kurt, who gracefully took it and slid out, and then waited for his fiancé to pick Gail up. Keeping his posture in mind, Kurt set his hand in Blaine's elbow, and followed him up to the man standing at the door. As the man waved them through, Kurt bowed his head politely, and then continued by at his fiancé's side.

Because Finn, Puck, and Unique didn't want to look odd if they came through with the first group, the limo was going to drive around once, and then stop again. Left by themselves, Blaine and Kurt found themselves faced with a large room that was decorated with round tables, each of them covered in white cloth. People were finding their seats, and picking up the delicacies that had been set in front of them. Before they got too close, Kurt reached up for his ear device and pressed a button. "Sebastian, there's a large room. There are… perhaps a hundred guests here."

"I'm tracking you now." Sebastian's voice said in his ear. "Sit down and listen to what's being said. In a few minutes, excuse yourself to the bathroom, and tell anyone around you that you're going to have your husband take you to it. People will just think you're a ditzy housewife who gets lost easily."

Presenting himself with a winning smile, Kurt walked with Blaine over to a table that was close to a hallway. Blaine pulled his chair out for him, and Kurt sat down, brushing his skirt down. He lowered beside of him, scooping Gail into his lap. Kurt pretended to sweep his gaze over the interior of the building in awe, when he was actually looking for any vents or holes in the walls. A few minutes later, his brother and Puck entered, arms hooked between them, to make it appear as if they were just another gay couple. Finn briefly glanced in his direction, and Kurt watched the two of them walk up to another table and speak to a woman, who seemed all too perky to be at this ceremony. She pointed down a hallway, and the two of them meandered in that direction.

To Kurt's relief, the curtain finally pulled up on the stage, and a man in a gaudy pink suit walked out, his white teeth flashing as he grinned. "Good evening. Thank you to everyone who took time out of his or her schedule to make it here. This community has been such a joy to be a part of. It makes me happy to be a gay man. I am honored to be a part of this group, and that I was able to get together all of the donations to make this ceremony possible. If we can get even more support, we'll have the voice to make it possible to legalize gay marriage in Ohio. But what we have to do first is shut down the main politicians who have been running this state for far too long." The man received a round of groans at that last, and he chuckled, "Yes, Yes, I know. I feel the same way. In case you are not aware, those politicians are Balfour Jeffrey, Millard Royston, and Leighton Anderson. Those men are the voices of a large percentage of this state, and if we can get them to be silent, then we can take over how this state is run. For whatever reason, Leighton Anderson has seemingly disappeared from the public. He has not be seen nor heard from in weeks. But I know that he is still out there, and probably plotting something against us. So, we will just fight harder. We will have more petitions, more protests, even more riots, until they understand that we will not back down. Whether or not we have to get violent, we will be listened to."

It was that one statement that made everything clear to Kurt, who patted for Blaine's thigh to get his attention. Suddenly holding a hand up to his face, Kurt blushingly turned toward Blaine and kept his voice down, but still spoke clearly enough that those around him could hear him. "I have to go to the restroom. Could you take me there? You know my bad sense of direction."

"Of course, dear." Folding his son over his shoulder, Blaine held his hand out for Kurt, who excused himself to those who had started looking at him. They wandered from the room, as the man up front kept speaking about what could be done to solve their predicament. When they reached a narrow hallway that no one was walking down, Kurt picked up his pace, and spoke into his earpiece again.

"Sebastian, they're planning more violent attacks. Blaine and I are searching the building now." Kurt took Blaine into the closest room and shut them inside.

"Damn." Sebastian grumbled, clicking on his computer. "That was just what I didn't want to hear. Okay, be thorough in your search. And be safe."

Putting his hand down, Kurt flicked his eyes around the interior of the room, and finally found a metal vent in the corner. Kurt walked over to the wall, and glanced back at Blaine. "Can you boost me up?" Blaine set his hands on Kurt's hips and heaved him off of the floor, and Kurt peeled up his skirt and dug in the belt he was wearing beneath it. Finding his laser, he held it up and flipped it on. He pointed it at the bolts, quickly melting them down until they broke off and pinged to the ground. He yanked the cover off, and looked inside at the seemingly endless tunnels. "These go through the hallways. They're grated on the bottom. Follow me on the ground." Twisting around, Kurt bent his head and pressed a kiss to Blaine's lips. "Be careful."

Blaine pushed Kurt up into the hole, and Kurt laid his body flat, looking back once more as Blaine whispered, "You, too."

Before Kurt started squirming away, he replaced the cover as best he could, so that nothing looked out of place. Seeing Blaine's face through the openings, Kurt frowned at him, and then wiggled back around. With his forearms against the bottom, he pulled himself forward, and heard Blaine walking behind him. Suddenly, his fiancé's head appeared below him, and when Gail, who was sitting on his shoulder, peered up at Kurt, Blaine whispered for his son to keep his head down, and not draw any attention to Kurt. Trying not to think about the fact that he was trapped in a tight hole, Kurt winced as his arms came down on the hard metal, his dress scraping against the places where the vents were bolted down.

He abruptly jerked his head down again when Blaine stopped, and Kurt stared through the holes as a woman, who must have been returning from the bathroom, paused by him, batting her big eyes. Kurt missed the first thing that she said, but when she rubbed her hand over Blaine's arm, his cheeks became hot. Blaine pulled away from her and told her that he was just looking for the bathroom, and the woman pointed down the hallway. From how high up he was, he missed another few sentences, but he briefly thought about pointing his laser at her when she rubbed up against Blaine again. Finally, she sauntered away, and when her footsteps were out of his earshot, he growled, "Why did you let her flirt with you?"

Blaine looked up at him, his face red from embarrassment, "I couldn't shove her off of me! You told me to look as inconspicuous as I could. I backed away from her." Although he still looked nervous, he grinned, "It's not my fault that I'm handsome."

Kurt curled his top lip up, "Oh, if I was down there with you, I would kick you." Menacingly holding up his laser, he made a satisfied sound when Blaine quickly apologized. He turned his face forward and continued to wriggle, and Blaine kept walking beneath him. After a few more minutes, Blaine paused again, and Kurt glimpsed down at him, gritting his teeth as he hoped that he didn't see another flirt.

Blaine held his hand out to something, "There's a door that I can't get through. It's locked. Does the vent turn to the left?"

"Uh huh." Angling his body in a different direction, Kurt wormed a few feet forward, and then pulled out his laser. He drew a circle into the vent, and caught the piece of metal before it fell. Drawing it back, Kurt peered into the empty room, and opened his mouth at the sight of a room full of guns and dynamite. He climbed over the hole, and then swung his legs out, so he didn't go headfirst. Once he had his legs straightened, Kurt let go, and hit the ground with a plunk. He heard Blaine's voice call for him from the outside, so he turned around and hurried back to the door. Unlocking it, he pulled it open, and watched Blaine make the same face that he had. He shut the door behind him, and pulled a chair in front of it, and then pressed on his earpiece. "They have an entire room full of weapons. Blaine and I are going to destroy them. We'll take the bombs back with us."

Kurt spun around when he noticed Blaine cross the room, his fingers brushing over a gun. "They were going to use these weapons on my dad." He looked back at Kurt, "They were really going to kill him."

Kurt's face softened, "Blaine… I'm sorry. We have to get rid of this stuff." Approaching his fiancé, he grabbed one of the guns and opened it, pouring the bullets back into his hand. He drew out his laser and melted those into a pile of goop, and then pointed it at the trigger on the gun, until it was unusable. All at once, he noticed Blaine slump against a wall, his arms winding around himself. Kurt lifted his head, as he ruined another gun with his laser. "Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head, turning his face away, but Kurt came closer to him. He touched his cheek, tilting his face up to him. Blaine blinked his watery eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I'm being stupid."

Kurt rubbed his nose against Blaine's, "No… talk to me. What is it, Blaine?"

Blaine pressed his lips together, "I just… don't understand how he couldn't care. Before I was a dad, I never really bothered to think about why my dad didn't love me. I just accepted it. I figured that it was just my sexuality that bothered him." Gail, who he had set on the floor, hooked his arms around Blaine's leg, and Blaine reached down to ruffle his curls. "Now that I have Gail, I couldn't think about putting myself in danger, even if it was for something that I really wanted to do. The thought of… not being here, and leaving him without anyone to tuck him in at night, or kiss his forehead, or wipe his tears… it kills me. I would give up everything if I could always be here for Gail. My dad… not only is he putting himself at risk… but he's willing to leave his sons behind, too. He won't even acknowledge the fact that this is real. This extremist group has guns that they're ready to point at his head. And, fine… he doesn't want to give a damn about himself. But I'm his kid. Cooper is his kid. And if he dies… we won't have a dad."

Because Kurt couldn't control what Leighton was going to do, all he could do was wrap his arms around Blaine. "Leighton has never really been a dad for you, anyway, Blaine." He soothed him, scratching his nails over the nape of his neck. "But I've never seen anyone as good to his child as you are to Gail. You love Gail with all your heart. If you were gone, Gail's life would never be the same. But you could go on without Leighton." As Kurt held Blaine, he reopened his eyes, and he furrowed his brows at what looked like an uneven spot in the carpet. Slowly letting go of Blaine, Kurt stepped around him, and he squatted in front of the area. He grabbed the edge of the carpet, which wasn't glued down, and peeled it up, revealing a dark hole in the ground. He took a shaky breath, "This is exactly what I feared we'd find."

Blaine followed him over to the hole, bending over it and wiping his fingers along the dirt. "It's been freshly dug up. The dirt is still loose. Do you want to finish destroying these before we go down?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, we have to explore everything. We can come back up after we look in the hole." Reaching into his bag, Kurt pulled out a flare, and he used his laser to cause a flame. He dropped the blazing stick into the hole, and heard it crack against the bottom just a few seconds later. "It's not very deep… but it is black down there. I wonder what they're keeping down there."

Blaine stroked the back of his head. "Don't be afraid. I'll go down first. Here… Hold Gail." Attaching Gail to Kurt's chest, Blaine held his hand up for the next flare that Kurt lit up. He dropped his feet to the ground, and Kurt could just see the top of his head. When he held his hand up, Kurt took it and scooted over the edge. Blaine hooked his arm around his waist and eased him down, and Kurt clung to his fiancé's neck. Blaine extended the flare in front of him, and pointed it at their surroundings. As far as he could tell, it was just an endless tunnel that had been dug through the dirt, but was holding nothing.

As Blaine started walking forward, Kurt forced himself to keep an eye open, because he'd been trained to spot the little things that Blaine didn't. Gail pushed his face into Blaine's neck. "It's okay, Gail." Kurt didn't know who he was applying that statement to more. "We'll be out in a minute—" His head whipped back when he heard something click behind them, and a chill ran up his spine. His arms tightened around Blaine. "Blaine, what was that?"

"I didn't hear anything, sweetheart." All at once, Blaine came to a screeching halt, his arm squeezing around Kurt's middle. "Oh, shit." He whispered, and Kurt turned his head, his eyes becoming huge as he looked over what was undeniably a dead body. He jerked his head up to Blaine's face, but found he could make no words. Blaine swallowed thickly, "That's Matthew Quigg. He went missing from an Alaskan vacation six months ago. He was strongly opposed to gay marriage."

Kurt's mouth worked to form words, but all he found he could do was push Gail's face back into hiding when he tried to peek out. "No, Gail. Keep your face down—" Kurt didn't finish his sentence before a bullet exploded out of a gun, breezing just by Kurt's ear. Screaming, Kurt ducked the other direction, and looked down the tunnel at the shadowy figure of a man. The man fired again, and Kurt didn't know where that bullet had landed, but he heard a wail break out of Gail, who must have been startled by the noise. Suddenly, Blaine grabbed his waist, and he yanked the gun out of its sheath. He fired blindly in the direction of the man, and Kurt let out a ragged gasp when the man fell forward.

Taking Kurt's hand, Blaine jerked him forward, and climbed out of the hole. Kurt, stepping over the man's body, let Blaine help him out. He grabbed tighter onto Blaine's hand as they started running. Before they left, Kurt grabbed a pack of dynamite and shakily held his laser up to it, and then threw it into the room of weapons. "Run, Blaine! Run!" He shouted, pushing himself faster than he'd ever gone. Whipping around a corner, Kurt shrieked as most of that side of the building was obliterated in one massive explosion.

Feeling the heat hit his back, Kurt kept going, briefly looking back at Blaine to make sure that he was okay. They rushed back into the main room, where people had stood up, all of them looking around frantically. Among the crowd were Finn and Puck, both of them launching themselves over to Kurt and Blaine. Finn yelled at Kurt, "What did you do?"

"Hurry!" Kurt cried, making a break for the doors and shoving through them. On the other side was the limo, Unique waving them out through the window. Hearing a few people trailing after them, he inhaled sharply as bullets whistled around them. When Blaine abruptly jerked back, Kurt turned his head and watched him struggle against a man. Growling, Kurt reached down and yanked one of his high heels off, and he jabbed it into the man's eye. "I hope that hurt you as much as it hurt me!"

He pulled Blaine along, stumbling on his one shoe, and threw himself into the car. Falling back against the seat, he felt relief wash through him as the limo skidded out of the driveway. He started to reach up to his earpiece to let Sebastian know the severity of the situation, when he looked down at Gail, who was still crying and wheezing, his fingers plucking at the back of his shirt. "Gail?" Blaine's voice took on a tone that Kurt had never heard before, and his mouth dropped open when Blaine pulled his shirt up, revealing a deep gash where a bullet had ripped through his shoulder. "Gail!"

Unique, who was the only one who had been trained to do medical work, leaned across his seat, and he touched the swollen skin around the wound. He yelped to the limo driver, "Get us to the hospital now!" He stroked Gail's other shoulder, "Gail, you're okay. Stop pulling at it. Shh… you'll be okay, little guy."

Hesitantly looking up at Blaine, who had tears in his eyes as he kissed the top of his son's head, he whispered, "He's going to live. It didn't go through his ribs. He's going to be fine. I promise."

Blaine looked helpless, water dripping down his sweaty face. Kurt, whose own eyes were moist, reached up for his face and smoothed his curls back. "Please, save my baby." Lowering his face over Gail's, he kissed his nose and murmured, "I'm sorry, Gail. Daddy's supposed to protect you. But you're my little dinosaur. You have tough skin. I'll never put you in danger again."

Kurt's eyes became dark, and he lowered his lids over them. Moisture seeped through the cracks. "This is all my fault. If only I wasn't scared of going underground, you wouldn't have had to come in with me. Blaine… I'm sorry."

Blaine finally gained back enough of his wits to press his forehead to Kurt's, "No… baby, I knew what I was getting into by going down there. If I hadn't been with you, you would have been killed." He turned back to his son and squeezed him tighter, as Gail burrowed into his chest. He gritted his teeth together. "I know who is to blame."