1. New Mission
A/N: Hello noodles!
I need to mention that this story gets very dark. It has unexpected twists and scenes that sensitive readers might not like.
Not to forget the language that can be very mature from time to time and so can the scenes.
I hope you enjoy reading this story!
Sit back, relax and don't forget the snacks! Because here comes Undercover and Protected!
xXx
"Wha- what? Why me? Why me? Why me?," was the only thing that came to mind as he looked around in a blind panic. He didn't realise his chant left his mouth. "Why me? Why me? Why me? ..." And little did he know someone was watching him and laughing maniacally at the boy's frightened actions.
xXx
Blaine Anderson was having a great day. He got his coffee from his favourite place in Lima and scored the number from a blonde waiter who was sassy as hell and had been playing hard-to-get for a while now. Afterwards, he decided to take a walk in the park.
He had taken a picture with a little girl. It was taken with a Polaroid camera and the girl thanked Blaine for helping her out with her homework.
He saved a small dog from being attacked by some crazy teenagers, before letting them off with a warning and handing the mammal to the rightful owner.
He helped a mother repair her son's bike after the boy drove it into a tree. The boy was fine and both thanked the kind man.
This is what he loved. The little things. Giving and being grateful. He knew that once work started, the chaos would begin. He would have to chase people down, go undercover, hurt others to prevent danger for other citizens.
Blaine was a Special Agent with detective skills and a kind heart.
He didn't exactly need his job to help other people out. It was his second nature after all.
When he offered his help, he received kindness and gratefulness. That's something he will always prefer over the medals he already owned. The applause at those ceremonies meant nothing.
Most of his co-workers were jealous of him anyways.
He could understand them. His boss, Captain Smythe, took a certain interest in him and didn't take the effort in hiding it. Blaine found it annoying and unprofessional, but most of all unfair.
He didn't ask to be treated differently just because his boss liked looking at him in a way Blaine didn't feel comfortable with.
But he couldn't quit. This job was his life and he loved helping the citizens from the bad people roaming the streets. He had saved many in his life, but those who didn't survive certain attacks, left a weight consisting of guilt on the man's shoulder.
Blaine hated everything about death. It was his sensitive spot. It was a dangerous terror.
As an agent, you shouldn't have so many fears but Blaine does have them. Loads of 'em. The fear of the target placed on his back after a criminal has escaped. Or worse, the target being placed on whom he cared about.
Not only fears, but also the sickening feeling he gets when he is obliged to tell the family of the victim about their loss. A boiling feeling in his stomach when abuse, rape or all kinds of torture is mentioned.
He wanted to protect society for those who have their mind in the wrong place and thoughts dark as a black hole in the solar system, unknown and able to crush you without much trouble.
His job was to give protection and act righteous, to work with justice instead of revenge, and to adjust to situations that need your attention and abilities on power mode.
The station Blaine worked in has received multiple prices for its braveness and peace. The agents with the most courage and the least ignorance. The best of the best.
Lately, work has been hectic. The elections are coming up and numerous reports of death threats have been received by politicians. He knew today wasn't going to be any different. He had this weird feeling something will happen today, something life changing. He knew that thanks to his good instincts... and rational thinking.
He didn't even make it to the front desk when he was called into his boss' office.
Blaine sighed. It was another day of survival. He walked through the double door and greeted some colleagues. Even though they disliked him, he still tried to be as friendly as possible.
When he entered the office, he immediately expected to hear a flirty and inappropriate greet but the captain was serious for once.
The office was fairly empty and clean. Papers were sorted neatly and everything was in its rightful spot. The files the captain needed in his office stood in order in the cabinet behind the captain's wooden desk. The important files were securely locked in the safe in the right corner of the room.
There was no decoration in the room whatsoever, not even a succulent on the desk. Just a plain, white coffee mug with a disgusting and bitter substance in it. Seriously, who drinks their coffee black?
The man behind the desk had light brown hair and green eyes. He was quite attractive but more of a dick than what meets the eye. Who knew him, understood what people said about him being a hypocrite, selfish and full of himself.
The man's head jerked up at the sight of Blaine. He dropped the pen on his desk and stood up, hand to his chest. "Agent Anderson, sign in!"
"Yes Captain!" Blaine answered loud and clear. He held his head high as he mimicked Smythe's movements.
Captain Smythe motioned to the chair opposite from him. "Sit." Blaine nodded. Once they were both seated, he continued. "I have a very important mission for you."
Blaine leaned back in his chair and let his boss continue. He wasn't allowed to speak until the word was given to him, something he found very hard from time to time. "I need you to listen to me very carefully, Agent. Answer."
"Yes Captain, your words will be heard and remembered."
The man smiled. "Good." He reached for a file and pushed it towards Blaine. "Open it. These are the files needed for this mission. You will not show them to the target! Hide them from him." The captain motioned to the agent. "Talk."
"An undercover mission." Blaine said as he read the file.
"Hmm. Observe the folder and explain your task. And do it rather quickly! I've got a date..." the captain said smirking.
"So you've finally decided to torment someone else?"
"Don't be jealous. You've had your chance with me," he answered winking.
Blaine rolled his eyes and faced the document again. After a while he closed it and turned to his boss. "So, you've-"
"No."
"No?"
Blaine stood up from his chair. "No, I'm not doing this mission."
The captain stood up too to give the illusion of power through height. "Sit down, Agent Anderson! That's an order!" He yelled.
Blaine pointed at Captain Smythe, ignoring the order. He would preferably lose his job than agree on doing this mission. "You want me to go undercover as a college student having a burn-out to protect our target who's a high school student and you even want me to live with him?!"
The captain nodded. "The Senator's son! I have my own life, for God's sake! You can't make me do that! There isn't even a specific time-"
Blaine kept rambling on, but stopped eventually when his eyes locked on his boss' face looking a little amused. The captain raised his eyebrow as to say 'are you done?'. Blaine sighed and reluctantly sat back on his chair. "Listen, Anderson. There are rules. I gave you a chance to be honest about this but because of your unwanted behaviour, I have to make you go on this mission. If you refuse, you're fired!"
Blaine thought for a second while biting his bottom lip by force of habit. He knew he had to accept, but at what cost? Living under the roof of one of the most important people in Ohio at the moment and babysitting his son? He wasn't ready for this. He knew he wouldn't get the time he needed to emotionally prepare for this one.
He just had to survive while helping others. Just the way he enjoyed caring about them before, right? Only he'll have a person by his side constantly. It would be tough to get the Senator's son to trust him.
He was going to live there so he had to try. Play nice to the boy that just turned your life around, not knowing if it will be a positive or negative change. I could only hope for the Senator to be nice and a good actor. I needed to go undercover because the file said that his son doesn't want a bodyguard. The boy wants to fly freely. Blaine thought and thought again, until he made his final choice.
For once, he decided to trust his captain with the mission. "Bring it, captain!"
The man grinned widely. "Senator Hummel will meet you over dinner tomorrow night and his son will be there too. Take the file home and read about the boy very carefully." The document was handed over to Blaine. "Lastly, remember you're a college student looking for a new place to stay on your hiatus. Play nice."
Blaine nodded. "Yes, captain."
"Stand up, Agent Anderson, and prepare for your mission! Agent Sterling will help you out." They both did the same greet of honour before Blaine was allowed to leave the room.
He had to prepare for hell, and how he was going to do that? He had no idea.
xXx
Kurt Hummel wasn't ordinary. Besides being gay and interested in things not everyone thought of as for boys, he was Senator Burt Hummel's son.
The important political position of his father meant that they had bodyguards scattered around the mansion they lived in.
Kurt disliked the luxury. He knew they were better off without it all. He hated that he still got lost in the house even though he's been living there for almost half a year.
And he also hated the fact that his father has been thinking about adopting a kid to make Kurt feel less lonely. Kurt knew that he'll have to take care of him or her when Burt would do such thing. He didn't like it one bit.
There were only a few small things he loved about having a rich dad: the pool, the sauna and his walk-in closet.
He loved the pool and sauna, and he made it a habit to dive into the pool every Friday evening after taking his usual time to relax in the sauna.
Next was the walk-in closet. The diva in Kurt loved the idea of taking the room with an en suite and that beautiful, giant closet with more than enough space for his exquisite taste in clothing.
He got bullied for his style but he also got good friends complementing him on his outfit daily and seeing it as an honour when Kurt agrees on shopping with them.
He hoped secretly he could share all those things with someone one day. Not just someone he cared about. No, he wanted someone to love.
Somebody to cuddle with during sappy romance movies and silly comedies, somebody to kiss wherever and whenever he liked it, and most of all somebody to stay by his side until his final breath.
Yes, he was a silly romantic. He wanted something like The Notebook, something like When Harry Met Sally or even something like Will and Veronica in The Last Song.
He wanted it all. The love, the fights, the heartbreaks and the making up after.
It wasn't like he was chasing it. He wasn't. He would wait until the time is right, or at least feels right.
He knew that having around more bodyguards would take more and more of his freedom away. He was stuck. He barely had free time and he hated it.
He was now seated in the library with the preparation of tomorrow's test on the desk he sat at. The light on the table lit the room because of the darkening sky. He didn't expect his father to walk in.
When the doors opened, Kurt looked up and smiled at Burt. "Hey dad!"
The man smiled back and went to sit opposite from his son. "Hey buddy! What are you doing at the moment?"
Kurt sighed and dropped his pen on the desk. "I'm preparing to score good grades on my French test tomorrow. I don't need to do much to pass but I still need to memorize which words are in the vocabulary list and which ones aren't... I'm probably boring you. What's up?"
"I wanted to give you a heads up for our dinner plans tomorrow." Kurt looked at him frowning. "We have a guest. I didn't want it to be a surprise for you when the night eventually came."
"Thanks for telling me, dad. Can I know who?"
Burt shook his head. "I'm sorry, son, I can't tell you that. You'll have to find out tomorrow," the man said as he got up and turned back to the door.
Kurt crossed his arms after standing up as well. He hated when his dad kept things from him. He could only hope for the guest to NOT be a federal agent. He hated those visits. "I don't like this one bit, dad. I have the right to know!"
Burt continued the small distance to the door and sighed, turning back to his son. The boy was stubborn and also - although Kurt would never admit it - scared. Terrified, even. Ever since the threats started showing up, 'till now and the man knew that he had to protect him for what the future would hold. And in order to do so, he had to play dirty and lie. "I decided to let the son of a friend stay here for a while."
"So he's a guy?"
"Oh... yeah. He will be staying here for about a month. He's a little older than you but he needed a break and I offered him a place to stay."
"But-"
"You'll meet him tomorrow." And with that, he left the library.
Amazing. Kurt felt the frustration pulsing through his body. Now he had to deal with a roommate who was probably going to claim the sauna and pool for themselves. If that happened, he would still have his favourite place on the acres of land of the mansion: the spot by the river. He had hung a swing there so he could softly sway back and forth as he read the most sappy novels while listening to the birds chirping.
It was also the place where he could embody his passion. Performing. The melodic sounds of the music floating through the air as well as the emotional acting that expressed his feelings throughout the beautiful tunes created by numerous instruments.
He loved the energy he got from music and the emotions he could let out of his system by his powerful voice. What he didn't love was to sing in front of others. His voice was his own (plus the animals' around when he was singing) and he preferred it that way. As a mystery. Unknown. A secret. Not known or familiar. A diary for himself.
Every song he has sung in his life, showcased his own feelings at that specific moment. He didn't want to share those feelings. They were private for a reason.
Kurt wasn't ready to give up a part of that for a stranger on hiatus! But he had to, doesn't he? He didn't have a choice this time. The person would be staying for an undecided amount of time.
He sighed and walked back to the table. He closed his book and stuffed it into the bag that was leaning against his chair earlier.
It was unfair. But he had to deal with it, like with every decision made by his father. He had to clear his mind about this but had no intention in going to his spot.
He had decided. Kurt Hummel is going out tonight!
He grinned, picked up his bag and left the room to find his own bedroom. When he arrived he got dressed in an outfit that could make everyone stare for hours, it fitted in all the right places.
He styled his hair and headed down stairs. He walked into the kitchen and got himself a glass of water.
He almost grunted when his dad walked in shortly after him. "I see you've changed clothes. Going somewhere?"
Kurt sighed and gently put down the glass. "Dad, I'm a teenager. I just want to have fun!"
"You waltzed around the question, again. Going somewhere?"
"Ugh... yes. I'm going to the club around the corner. Happy?!" Kurt said in a sassy tone only one Kurt Hummel could possess. "Santana told me she would be there. I don't know if she left already but she claimed she would be around."
Burt sighed. "I know I can't stop you. But promise me you'll take Sam with you. I want you to be safe."
Kurt rolled his eyes. He didn't like the overprotectiveness of his dad. It kind of ruined his childhood and life as a teenager. "Fine, Sam it is. As long as he doesn't ruin my fun."
Burt chuckled. "Don't have too much fun."
Kurt scowled as his face turned scarlet. "Dad!"
The older man laughed. Burt loved being a parent. He had the privilege to embarrass his child, no limits. It was lovely. He left the room to annoy the little guy some more.
Kurt sighed and quickly washed the glass. He exited the kitchen, grabbed his keys from the hook and left the mansion.
He was awaited by Sam Evans, his favourite bodyguard. Sam was like a big brother to him. He was the one driving Kurt anywhere. Kurt loved that. He could get drunk whenever he wanted to and he had someone to help him out at all times.
It still sucked sometimes. To always be watched and taken care of. Kurt just wanted no worries for once. If his father wasn't protective over him, Sam definitely was.
He didn't held any grudge against it. He'd just prefer if he could drive his own car, go shopping on his own - although he loved the man carrying his bags without complaints -, go out with friends without security cameras rolling like he played an important part in a popular reality TV-show.
In one sentence: Kurt wanted to feel free.
He still hated the concept of a bodyguard. He could take care of himself, he doesn't need to be protected.
He greeted Sam with a car and thanked him kindly when the door was opened for him. He informed the bodyguard about his plans before the car was started and Sam drove off in the right direction.
xXx
Blaine knew he needed rest, but he couldn't quite calm down. He wasn't in the mood to call a hook-up either. He wanted to let go, dance. He wanted to go clubbing.
He knew a club close to the station and decided to go there. He was lucky it was located close to the station because he was still on duty. He would be fine.
He got ready, grabbed his stuff and drove off to the wanted location.
He entered the club and went straight to the bar. He found a spot showcasing the entire dance floor. He ordered a Lazy Red Cheeks and started checking out the dancers.
His eyes stopped moving as they fixated on a flame in the woods of sweaty trees.
Blaine's jaw dropped just looking at him. The man was gorgeous. He had chestnut brown hair styled perfectly and that outfit! The combination of the blue of his tight shirt and the black of his painted on trousers made Blaine's stomach flutter. He was the definition of beauty.
His drink arrived and he sipped on the straw. He then bit down on it when he saw the teasing sway of the dancer's hips.
He noticed a few other people checking the man out but he decided to be the bold one. He placed his drink on the bar and swayed over to the man.
He knew that he could make the guy swoon if he just checked out Blaine's red trousers and fitted, black button-up.
Blaine was now behind him and slowly grabbed his hips pulling him close.
Kurt felt the sudden change and gasped. He smiled as he felt the hands pull him closer and he grinded back against the person doing so. He heard a chocked sound coming from the unknown person behind him.
He turned his head, still swaying his hips, and smirked. The guy behind him was sexy as hell. He had those looks that made you think he has Italian roots, and maybe he does. It was hard to see with the darkness and the flashing lights that filled the club.
He seemed to be descended from the Ancient Greek Gods. Perfect bone structure and body. He grinded back again and noticed the man's grin. He felt tingles where the man left teasing kisses on his neck.
He threw his head back to grant him more access to his throat while reaching behind him with his arm to lock his fingers in the man's hair and pulling his head to Kurt's neck.
Kurt let out a soft moan when the man started sucking his pulse point. Wow. Kurt had never felt something that good. He didn't want it to stop. Their hips moved in sync and he felt so incredibly turned on. The music was perfect as their hands roamed over each other's bodies. He whimpered when the man suddenly disappeared. He turned around completely to see Sam drag the now knocked out man out of the building.
Kurt groaned and ran behind his bodyguard.
Once outside, he was able to see that the man was awake and arguing with Sam, rightfully so. The streetlights illuminated the car park but it was still too dark to see the man's exact features. Kurt could just see he was gorgeous.
Before Kurt could interfere, the man had already stormed off in the direction of - what Kurt suspected - his car.
Kurt then stormed up to Sam and screamed. "What are you doing?! I was allowed to have some fun, for God's sake!"
"I'm sorry, Kurt. I have my orders. Your father made it clear he didn't want any strangers interacting with you and I have to follow those orders."
"You're unbelievable!" Kurt screamed some more, but eventually calmed down. "Fine! We're going home!"
Sam nodded. He knew he had to obey his boss' order, but he never enjoyed the raft of Kurt Hummel when one of these obligations turned out to be negative for the boy. Sam couldn't help it. Kurt was like his little brother, and when he saw an unknown man dancing inappropriately with him, he had to intervene. It was his duty, after all.
Keep Kurt safe at all cost.
Sam was the one making the decision to become a bodyguard and Burt decided to become involved with politics. Kurt never wanted the attention, nor did he wanted the death threats flung his way left and right. Kurt was innocent. He just wanted a normal but abnormal life like every other teenager around his age.
Sam had to prevent the sketchy guys from coming up to him. It did look like Kurt was having fun in the club, but he had to be certain. And that's why he stepped in. Kurt could scream at him all he wanted, when it comes to protecting him, he would do it all over again.
Sam didn't say a word until they were both seated in the car. Kurt looked pissed. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows were furrowed. "I can only keep apologizing, Kurt. What has happened, can't be changed, even if you wanted to."
"I know. But I'm still mad at you."
Sam sighed. He decided to just change the topic. "Didn't you say Santana was going to be in the club with you?"
"Uh... yeah. Why?"
"I'm asking you because I didn't see her."
"Hold on." Kurt pulled out his phone from his back pocket. He searched for Santana's number. Santana is Kurt's BFF. She has always been like a sister to him. If he had to describe her it would be sassy, dramatic, smart and scandalous. She had this so called 'Mexican third eye' that made her the biggest sceptic and smartest person Kurt knew.
She had an insight in people that he had never seen others possess. Santana knew who to be around and who not to be around by just looking at their appearance.
She has always helped Kurt and stood by his side through thick and thin. And so did Kurt when it came to her ups and downs. They were an unbreakable pair, both sassy, stubborn and utterly annoying. Yes, annoying is what people used to describe them. Santana mostly smirked when she got the remark and answered with one of her catchphrases. "I'm just keeping it real, we both are."
She had other catchphrases that made certain situations quite hilarious or incredibly awkward. Even though she had a personality that most people wouldn't like to be around, Kurt wouldn't trade their friendship for anything!
Kurt knew everything about Santana, and she knew everything about him. It was a friendship he would never let go. And if he would, you could send him to a mental asylum.
Kurt never knew why he deserved such an awesome person as his partner in crime.
He knew he wasn't the only one who loved her. Burt and Sam were - besides Kurt - her biggest fans.
"I send her a text... Oh, she already replied! She went to her girlfriend's place after she received a text from Brittany requesting her to sciss- OKAY! No need for me to continue!" Kurt cleared his throat as he pocketed his phone. "How was your day before you had to hop along?"
Sam chuckled. "Quite boring. Nothing really happens nowadays and that's what scares me."
Kurt frowned and looked at him. Kurt was a lot calmer now and Sam knew Santana did that. "What do you mean?"
"You remember the threats, right?" Kurt nodded. "They came so frequently for months but now... it seems like whoever's behind this decided to stop."
"Yeah, amazing. They gave up. What scares you then?"
Sam sighed. God, Kurt was still so innocent and a fairy tale believer. The boy didn't want to believe life wasn't all cupcakes and rainbows. "You don't get it." He shook his head. "Just because they stopped, doesn't mean they gave up. They're planning something and we know nothing about it."
They pulled up in the garage with the huge amount of cars for all the bodyguards. Kurt decided to remain silent and let Sam continue.
Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to Kurt. "Burt's going to hire more security. I know it. You know it. Everyone does!"
Kurt nodded. "I know and I don't like the idea at all! I already feel like a prisoner in my own home, imagine the amount of bars added to the property when there will be more guys with weapons roaming around to keep me inside as much as possible. I hate it!"
Kurt sighed as he leaned back in his seat. He closed his eyes as he lied there. "I just want to feel normal..." He whispered, hoping that Sam didn't hear him but he did.
"Kurt?"
"Hmm?"
"It will all be better, I promise."
"Don't promise anything you know you can't keep." He opened the car door and exited the vehicle. "Thanks for trying, though. Good night."
Sam sighed as he saw Kurt walking to the elevator. "Good night, Kurt."
xXx
End of chapter 1 - New Mission
Lazy Red Cheeks is a cocktail. It is made with vodka, raspberries and various more ingredients. I've only drunk the mocktail (Not So Lazy Red Cheeks) because I'm underage but I find it the best thing ever!
I definitely recommend it!
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