Title: The Hand That Feeds
Chapter: 11/?
Summary: Au. GKM Fill. Special Agent Blaine Anderson is in for the ride of a lifetime when he partners up with master conman Kurt Hummel. Together they fight crime, take down bad guys, and save the day. This would all be a lot easier is they could stop falling in love. Here's the original prompt; (You can find it; here )
I'm slightly obsessed with 'White Collar' at the moment, and I thought it'd be perfect for a Glee!AU with Kurt as Neal Caffrey and Blaine as Peter Burke. No specific requests, but bonus points if you include lots of banter and Kurt being the fashionable genius that he is. ;) Together, they fight crime! :D
Pairing: Kurt/ Blaine
Rating: M
A/N: Look at me updating! Oh yeah! So things in my life are finally getting back on track woo! I just posted an update to Trying Times a few days ago, and now I have an update ready for this fic! Go me oh yeah! I'm working on the next chapter for Stuck like Glue as well! I hope you guys enjoy this Any questions? My tumblr is .com! Drop by! And don't forget to leave a review right here to tell me what you think!
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Wes!
Blaine was an idiot. He was a downright fool. Kurt had been right there, right in his grasp, flat out begging for Blaine, laying right there begging to fulfill every last one of Blaine's filthy fantasies. And Blaine had said no.
What an idiot.
Blaine was so scared, petrified that if he gave in, he'd have no control over Kurt anymore, and Kurt was his responsibility. He was in charge of Kurt, of keeping him safe. He couldn't let that go for anything.
But then Kurt, beautiful, wonderful, genius Kurt, had said the three words that Blaine had dreamed about for so long.
I love you.
Kurt had said he loved him, that he thought Blaine was different. And Blaine had gone and fucked that all up by trying to do the right thing.
Blaine Anderson had a news flash. The right thing sucks, and it most certainly does not help you get laid.
Blaine moped a bit longer, fighting with himself about going after Kurt, about begging him to take him back, or well take him, seeing as there wasn't much to begin with to take back. He wanted to, dear god more than anything he wanted to sprint to Kurt's apartment and knock down the door, scoop Kurt up into his arms and play out every inappropriate dream he'd ever had about the beautiful man, but he couldn't.
Kurt was, well Kurt. And Blaine was in charge of keeping that Kurt on a short leash, and safe, until he'd served his time.
No, instead of rushing after the love of his life like to dashing hero in a cliché romcom, Blaine did the sensible thing and threw himself on to his bed to sob and hiccup his way to exhaustion.
He didn't want to deals with what all this meant. He didn't want to deal with what this would do to his life, his job, no for once Blaine Anderson wanted to act like a normal person and cry his eyes out about screwing it up with the man that he was in love with.
He would deal with the repercussions in the morning when Kurt showed up to the office.
With a few final sniffles, Blaine finally fell into a fitful sleep.
Kurt didn't come to the office the next day.
He didn't show up for the meetings he had scheduled. He didn't show up to the debrief on the new found information. Hell, he didn't even show up for lunch with Blaine, like they had every day.
Blaine was furious.
Blaine was heartbroken.
Blaine was about 5 minutes away from marching himself down to Kurt Hummel's apartment and giving him a piece of his mind.
Turns out, he didn't have to, because not a second after the thought passed through his head, a very loud, very frazzled young lady burst into the FBI headquarters, screaming bloody murder.
"Where is he?!" She screeched, her eyes wide with fear, anger, and concern.
"Rachel! What the hell-" Blaine began when he finally shook the feeling of shock from his system.
"DON'T USE MY REAL NAME SUIT!" She squealed, rushing towards Blaine, and shoving him back into his office, closing the door behind her.
"Rachel! I have the authority to arrest you for acting like this! What the hell-" Blaine began to bellow, trying his hardest to ignore the stares he was receiving. His office was sound proof, but the walls were clear, so everyone could see the frantic con woman in his office. Blaine was about to continue reprimanding her when he realized her eyes were full of unreleased tears.
"Rachel..." Blaine prompted, quietly this time, as he sat down and gestured for her to do the same.
"Blaine, where's Kurt?" Rachel asked desperately.
"What do you mean where is Kurt? Didn't he- he's not at home?" Blaine asked, worry starting to seep into his voice.
"No! He never- he didn't come home last night at all!" Rachel sobbed.
"Rachel, honey calm down," Blaine tried to sooth the frantic girl, "He probably went out with somebody or something."
Blaine tried not to let the jealously he was feeling show.
"No, he wasn't. I know him. He doesn't- he never just goes with people. And if he's going to be gone for any amount of time he tells me Blaine! We have a secret code!" Rachel explained.
"Of course you do," Blaine muttered, but was silenced by Rachel's glare.
"He's never not sent the signal Blaine. He's never forgotten. Not once. The last person who saw him was you. Please Blaine where is he?" Rachel asked desperately.
"He- Rachel I don't know. He stormed out of my house last night. We had an - an argument and I thought he went home." Blaine explained.
Rachel let out a broken sob.
"Rachel, stop c'mon- I track Kurt remember? I'll check it right now. Nothing's wrong! Kurt is just being Kurt," Blaine said, trying to calm Rachel down as he pulled up Kurt's tracking file.
"What-" Blaine gasped when he saw the radar map.
"Blaine!?" Rachel pleaded.
"He's- I don't understand. He's just- he's gone!" Blaine stammered, his eyes wide and his heart beating wildly.
"What do you mean he's gone!?" Rachel yelped.
"His- the radar- it's gone!" Blaine explained, flailing at the screen.
"You are the FBI! Aren't you supposed to have protocol for this?!" Rachel asked.
"He hacked it. He must-" Blaine began.
"Don't you dare Blaine Anderson. I don't know what happened with you two, and I don't care what you think about him right now, you and I both know that Kurt would never jeopardize this, never jeopardize you for anything." Rachel growled at him.
Blaine wanted to argue. He wanted to throw Rachel out and find Kurt and strangle him for making them worry, but he knew Rachel was right. Someone had taken Kurt.
"Fuck.." Blaine growled.
"What are we going to do!?" Rachel began to panic, "He a con man. No one is going to care I he's kidnapped or dead! He's going to be-"
"I care dammit!" Blaine yelled, then taking a deep breath, he said more quietly, "I care more then you could imagine."
Rachel's eyes softened when she saw the heartbroken tears in Blaine's eyes.
"Then you have to find him." Rachel cooed as she come closer to wrap the agent up in her arms.
"I will, I swear I will-" Blaine hiccupped through his years as he held on to the petite girl.
Snuffling and wiping his eyes, Blaine coughed and sat up straight.
" Santana," Blaine said, his voice full of an authority that he had been lacking, as he pressed the intercom, "I want the entire A team, in my office, like yesterday."
Santana smiled, not know what was going on, but thrilled that her boss had found something that gave him the passion again.
"You got it boss."
Not 10 minutes later the best of the best from the White Collar branch of the New York FBI were assembled in Agent Blaine Anderson's conference room.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Blaine began.
"Hey boss! Who's that?" One of the large burly agents, Hudson, asked pointing at Rachel who was at the head seat next to Blaine and Santana.
"Sorry stud, not your team," Rachel snarked, throwing a wink at the small blonde forensic documentation agent, Quinn Fabre.
"Really?! Guys!" Blaine shouted, "This is Rachel. She's here to help us. One of our own has been compromised."
"Though I wish you wouldn't divulge my IDENTITY TO A ROOM FULL OF SUITS," Rachel began, "I am indeed here to help."
"Who's been taken?" A young agent, Pierce, asked concerned.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine stated, holding his head high, waiting for someone to cross him. He knew how they would react and it wouldn't be pretty.
"Who took Hummel?! Do we have any leads!?" The brute force of their team, Noah Puckerman, growled out.
Everyone started questioning, panicking, and worrying about Kurt.
Blaine wanted to cry. He had underestimated his team.
"Boss," Agent Fabre said quietly. Her voice was soft but powerful, so she commanded the room to silence.
"We know that you thought that we wouldn't care about this, I can tell, but as far as we're concerned Kurt made the decision to become one of us, so he's one of us. He's family. And I think I can speak for the rest of the team when I say we will do anything and everything to get him back here, to you, we know how much he means to you," Quinn explained with a knowing look, as the rest of the team murmured in agreement, causing Blaine to blush. Apparently he wasn't as sneaky with his feelings as he thought.
"Yes- well," Blaine stammered, trying to get himself under control, "thank you."
"What do you need us to do Boss?" Santana asked, patting Blaine on the shoulder.
Clearing his thoughts, Blaine began to give orders.
"Chang, Abrams, I want surveillance from every single camera in this city. I don't care what you need to do to get it, get it. Hudson, Puckerman, you're under cover with Pierce, get the bad look up and get out on the streets. Fabre, take Rachel with you to the lab, I want encoding. All credit cards or transactions under any of Kurt's aliases or anybody that he's worked with against, bring them to me," Blaine ordered, clapping his together as a signal to get going.
"Santana," Blaine said, turning to the girl, "My right hand lady, I need you again."
Santana smiled and nodded at her boss.
"I'll go get the box?" She smirked.
"Go get the box."
"The Box" as it was referred to at the office, was Blaine's own personal file.
It had every last detail about Kurt Hummel that was known in it, and Blaine hoped it was the key to finding the man.
"Alright Boss, what do we got?" Santana asked as she popped down next to Blaine at his desk.
"We go through every file here and try to find somebody who has a grudge against Kurt," Blaine said warily.
"Blaine, he's forged at least $3.5 million in his life time. The entire United States government had a grudge against him," Santana remarked.
Blaine hit his head against the desk and groaned.
"C'mon, c'mon, let's get started," Santana sighed.
Four hours later and they were no further to finding Kurt.
Blaine was on his last straw.
"There's nothing here!" He finally bellowed, throwing the Manila folder he was holding against the wall, sending papers everywhere.
"Damnit, sorry San," he muttered after his outburst as the Latino agent just glared.
Getting up from his desk, Blaine went over to pick up his mess.
Bending down Blaine scooped up the Manila folder, about to pick up the papers when he noticed something.
The folder, it is impact, had bent slightly at the corner. The folder was split, and a little black ink was peeking through.
Blaine's curiosity got the best of him, and he peeled the folder apart, gasping in shock.
How in the world?
"What's up boss?" Santana asked, standing up to look over Blaine's shoulder.
"Kurt left us a clue," he said quietly.
Sitting down, Blaine turned on the desk light for a better view at the letter that was obviously in Kurt's perfect hand writing.
Agent McSteamy,
If you're reading this, you have my box out. Yes I know about the box.
If you have the box out that means I've been compromised.
I'll bet the only reason you found this is because you get frustrated and threw the file at the wall. You tend to do that in our fits of rage.
If I'm compromised, then this will come in handy.
First, let me say that I love you.
Second, let me say that I have never in my life lied to you. Yes, I've left parts out, and yes I've lied and conned others many times, but never you.
Thirdly, let me say, Santana you are not to give him a hard time about this.
Lastly, let me tell you how to help. Though I have upmost faith in you and you're team (you caught me for goodness sake) I know that if I've been compromised, it was a master mind. It was one of three people, if not all.
Go. Find Rachel. Tell her "Three's company too."
She'll tell you what to do from there.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry broke into your private box. I had to Blaine. Working for the FBI will dredge up old enemies for me and I have to stay safe so I can stay with you. I have to stay with you Blaine.
Please don't worry. Please don't compromise yourself. Be safe. I'll come back to you I promise.
I'm never saying goodbye to you.
All My Love,
Kurt
"Oh my god," Blaine finally said. He couldn't believe how smart Kurt had been, thinking to leave something for Blaine in case anything like this happened. It made him fall in love with the con just a little bit more.
"That boy knows you better than you know yourself," Santana said, her eyes wide.
"I have to find him. I have to find him and tell him I love him," Blaine whispered, stroking the words on the hidden page with his thumb.
Santana nodded, sighing and clamping Blaine on the shoulder.
"I'll go find Berry," She said, leaving to give Blaine a moment.
"You better be okay Hummel,". Santana growled as she closed the door, "he loves you too much to lose you."
And with that final threat put out in the universe, Santana marched down to the Forensics lab to snatch Berry and make her talk.
She didn't care what it would take, she'd make the fucker who took Kurt pay.
Smiling at herself and the thoughts of how she would help avenge her best friend's kidnapped lover Santana smiled and thought,
"Man, I love my job."