2. I Know You

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!

To RainbowsandRibbons:
Thank you for the review! I really appreciate the support! The characters will go through an emotional rollercoaster throughout the story. It will be a thrilling ride for you to join on as reader
Also - I find it amazing that you like being called a noodle! Remember, noodles are the food of the Gods!

Sit back, relax and don't forget the snacks! Because here comes Undercover and Protected!

xXx

Blaine groaned since he woke up with a headache. He didn't drink too much, no. Some guy decided to knock him out just because he was dancing with the man's little brother. He smiled at the memory. He had danced with the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He had held him and even marked him.
Yes, Blaine had to admit it, he had sucked pretty hard on the man's pulse. Even though it was only for a short amount of time, there would still be a hickey showcasing how fun last night was. Blaine grinned and got out of his bed.

Before doing anything else, he walked into the kitchen to get himself an aspirin and some water just so the medicine could already work its magic as Blaine showered. He thought about the long day ahead of him that would end in a dinner with the Senator.

He didn't like the change in his daily routine. He was so used to doing the same steps... he didn't think there would be different ways to start a day.
He couldn't get over the fact that he would probably have to share stuff with another person. There was a reason why he said 'no' to being Agent Sterling's roommate.

Jeff Sterling was Blaine's best friend. They've been like brothers since early childhood. In middle school they dated the same girl without realizing it, and they both told her off because they are gay.
In high school their dorm rooms were next to one another. It was safe to say there were lots of parties given. Because when Blaine's room was dirty or trashed, he could just crash with Jeff and vice versa.

Jeff knew everything about him and he knew everything about Jeff.

After graduating, they applied for the same job. Jeff wanted to hire an apartment together, but Blaine had other plans. He wanted and needed the rest living alone provided.
Blaine knew it seems selfish but he prefers not worrying when he was the only one called in early, or if he did all the wished chores.

With his own home came own speed, time and planning. A bonus to that: He could be as loud as he wanted to be (unless the neighbours scream at him).
He had to admit, living alone had also a lot of cons. Cleaning, doing the laundry, cooking, doing the dishes and maintenance of the house.
But with all said, the pros weighed out the cons easily.

Once the hot water of the shower started cleaning his skin, his mind wandered to the guy he met last night. He wondered if he would be thinking about him too. Who was he kidding... Blaine didn't even know if the angel was under aged or not. That's a big no-no for him being a federal agent.

He could only think about the whimpers and needy noises that left the other man's mouth. He remembered the hands pulling him closer and the access given to his neck without him asking. He recalled the way he grinded back, giving Blaine pleasure without knowing what he was doing to him.
Blaine felt his knees weaken. It suddenly got way hotter in the bathroom, steam was covering the mirror and the small window. He felt the need to touch himself.

It was safe to say his shower lasted a little longer than he thought. He did feel relieved from the tightness he felt down there ever since last night.
Blaine sighed and then cursed when he heard his best friend calling out to him. "Anderson, open the door, dick! I'm chosen to clear out your shitty apartment!"

Blaine smirked and called back as he dried himself. "I'll be right there, you inpatient asshole!"

"Very funny, douche," Jeff yelled back.

Blaine hung a towel around his waist and went into the living room, his still wet feet leaving small puddles on the floor. "Because of your impatient, my lady. It is your pleasure to see me like this," Blaine announced as he opened the door for his best friend.

Blaine laughed when he noticed Jeff's eyes checking him out. The blonde jokingly licked his lips. "Damn Anderson, remove the towel and I'm instantly on my knees."

Blaine took a step back to let Jeff through. "Calm down, bro. You've got Nick."

Jeff grinned. "Who?"

"Your boyfriend, dickhead. And stop looking at my ass!"

Jeff dramatically threw his hands up. "Fine! I'll be on the couch." He turned to Blaine. "If you come back not completely dressed, it won't be my fault I'm staring at that delicious behind of yours."

Blaine laughed and rolled his eyes. "I'll keep that in mind, Sterling," he said back teasingly as he winked.
They both cracked up. Jeff loved their sense of humour. They were both not scared to flirt as idiots and to deal with the consequences of their actions later. Their friends and Jeff's boyfriend were okay with it so there were no worries.

Blaine dried his eyes and entered his bedroom. Today was going to be formal. He knew he first had to clean up the house, but decided to order Jeff around a bit. Otherwise the workaholic would be bored out of his mind.
He dressed in beige Capri pants and a white button up. He put on a navy costume vest that gave him the impression of a real businessman. He added a tie to his outfit together with dress shoes to give off a serious vibe.

He exited the room and found Jeff freeloading on his couch. The blonde was drinking a beer while eating chips and watching TV. Blaine shook his head and laughed. "I should send Nick a picture of you right now..."

Jeff jumped up and looked at his friend with wide eyes. "Please bro, don't! I'll end up one of those lost cases in the police archive," he pleaded.

Blaine laughed. "Jeez... you've become more dramatic than before." He walked up to the couch, took a shirt that was lying around and tossed it in Jeff's face. "Now, stop moping and help me pack!"

The blonde sighed but they started working anyways.

xXx

Kurt roamed through the hallways of William McKinley Highschool, a poor public school with ignorant people left and right. Kurt was never popular, he wouldn't wish for it, but he did enjoy the end of the tormenting after the bullies got scared when his father became Senator.
He had always been bullied but thanks to the importance of his family, he now could walk the corridors without any worries.

He was also proud of the achievement where the jocks stopped picking on his friends in Glee. Yes, Kurt had threatened those fools, but he did not regret it, wouldn't regret it.
Like his father would say: "No one pushes the Hummels around!" The man was so damn right. No one messes with Kurt. And if you do try, karma will be send your way, Kurt's treat.

...

He had spent the entire lesson thinking about the gorgeous man he danced with... well, dry-humped with... It had been a fun evening if he was honest.
He was in French class, suppressing a boner. He had finished his test earlier than everyone else and gave up trying to get the teacher's attention. She wouldn't look his way so he couldn't hand in the test and leave.

It was the last hour and the nice teacher allowed her students to leave the classroom after they're done with a test or task. Her lessons were major pros for Kurt, and so was the devilish man he danced with in the club.
He should've stop thinking about it, but he couldn't. He couldn't remember the man's face very clearly, but he knew he was handsome. Although his looks were erased from his memories, the man's dance moves were still freshly in his mind.

He stared out of the window to try to get his mind off of things. He watched birds flying around and swaying trees... He licked his sudden dry lips as he remembered how their hips swayed in sync on the beat.
He shook his head as he heard a voice calling his name. "Kurt?"
Kurt looked up to see his teacher standing near his desk, all eyes were on him. The woman glared at her students and they all continued with their work. "Kurt, êtes-vous prêt avec votre teste?" (Kurt, are you done with your test?)

Kurt smiled at her and picked up his test. She was kind so she received kindness. "Oui, Madame Potts." (Yes, Mrs. Potts)

The woman looked pleased and accepted the paper. "Vous pouvez y aller!" (You are free to go!)

Kurt started packing his things as the teacher sat back behind her desk. Their conversation was whispered to make sure not to disturb the other pupils. He stood up, put on his jacket and headed to the door. "Bon week-end, Madame!" (Have a nice weekend, Mrs.!)

She grinned. "Bon week-end, Kurt." Before he could leave the room, Mrs. Potts said something else. "Ne pas oublier, tu peux toujours me contacter au sujet de tout."

Kurt smiled again and nodded. "Merci, Madame." (Thank you, Miss.)

"Ce n'est pas une problème, chéri!" (No problem, sweetheart!)

Kurt left the room and thought about Mrs. Potts' words. "N'oubliez pas, tu peux me contacter au sujet de tout."
He smiled. She was such a nice and understanding woman. He remembered how his father said the same after he came out. "Don't forget, you can talk to me about everything." He loved to hear that.

It gave him confidence, courage. Something everyone needs in their life.

xXx

"Courage," Blaine said to himself as he pulled up in front of the house. It was an enormous place. Wow, is the word to describe the building, it was like a smaller version of the castle in Versailles.
The garden up front was fascinating with perfectly trimmed bushes and castle grind in a circle around a fountain. The fountain was an abstract sculpture with a figure embracing two figures. Blaine wondered what it would look like at night, when the lights make the statue glister.

He made his way up to the double door of the palace. He fixed his suit before ringing the bell. "Here goes nothing," he muttered under his breath.

Blaine was welcomed in the house by a guy named Puck. He seemed like a nice guy although his looks told people to back off. Blaine didn't pay much attention to the Mohawk, tattoos, and leather jacket. He noticed it, but he was always taught not to judge a book by its cover. He was certain he would do the same with Puck. He chuckled when the bodyguard told him he could only pass with a fist bump. He reciprocated the gesture.

He noticed how big the mansion was from the outside, but the inside was even more spectacular. Furniture more expensive than Blaine's apartment filled the living room. The room looked like it was designed by someone with exquisite taste. Blaine couldn't help it. He just loved the room. There were not enough words in the dictionary to describe the magnificent design.

He looked around and walked up to certain spots that caught his eye. He noticed the framed photos on the mantle of the fireplace. The fire itself was fake, it was electronic, of course. Blaine smiled at the contagious grins on the photo. It was a picture of a younger Senator wearing a baseball cap. Next to the Senator stood a beautiful woman, supposedly his wife.
The woman had chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Her bone structure and body made her look like a model in a high class fashion show. Lastly, his eyes rested on the child she was holding in her arms. It was a boy and if Blaine had to guess, he would estimate the kid's age around eight. The boy had a wide grin and the same features as his supposed mother.

Blaine couldn't make the weird tingles he felt go away. The boy looked oddly familiar... he couldn't place it. He shrugged it off and turned around. He smiled kindly at the Senator entering the room. He walked up to the man and shook his hand. "Senator Hummel, what an honour to be meeting you here."

The older man laughed and motioned for Blaine to sit. "Don't you dare call me Senator or sir or any of those things. I am Burt, so that's how you'll call me."

Blaine blushed being slightly embarrassed. He sat down, nodding. "Okay si- Burt..."

The man laughed again and patted his back. "Don't worry, son. I'm a great guy, if I do say so myself." Blaine chuckled but stopped when Burt's face suddenly became serious.
"Okay kid, listen. Kurt will be here any minute. You haven't seen him yet 'cause I try to keep all the pictures of him private so it is harder to spot him." Blaine nodded. "Some people don't need to see my son, but you do."

Burt fixed his tie. God, he hated that thing. It was suffocating! "You have the right to know my son's face, to be able to recognize him in public. Because, unlike others, you'll be protecting him and not putting him in danger. I trust you in this."

Blaine looked at the man. He looked tired, the bags under his eyes showed that. Blaine knew he was concerned and he would do his best to keep the man's son safe. It wasn't just his mission, it was going to be his lifestyle for God knows how long!
He turned to Burt and smiled. "I promise you, Burt. He will be in good hands, don't worry too much."

Burt laughed. "I'll try my best, kid."

"And so will I..."

"What will you?"

Blaine turned his head and he gasped. Shit. This was the same guy of last night. He was his target. They locked eyes. He noticed the fire in them, the flames of energy and joy sparkling inside him.
The boy still looked angelic, pure. Flawless porcelain skin, bright blue eyes, a bone structure derived from one of those Greek statues, hair that was perfectly styled and a wardrobe that made Blaine's knees go weak just imagining what the boy owned.

And then he shivered as his eyes found his neck. A mark. A hickey on display, for everyone to see. Blaine licked his lips as he recalled the events of last night. He did realize it then, but know he knew. He wanted him.
It was so wrong to feel that way, but it still felt so right to be around his presence. Blaine felt drawn to the boy. They were meant to meet again.

Blaine started to feel all panicked inside but showed nothing on the outside.
Blaine could tell from Kurt's expression that he didn't remember him. That somehow his features were forgotten and just a blur. Blaine couldn't say anything as the boy, Kurt, smiled and spoke again.

"Ooh... I see the guest of the hour has arrived."

Blaine couldn't think of anything else to say, he was stunned, frozen. "I know you," he said abrupt as he stood up keeping their gaze connected.

Kurt frowned. He couldn't quite place where he had seen this man. He had a nice physique, gorgeous features and an almost godly air around him. Kurt found the eye contact very overwhelming, the man gave off a dominating vibe.
Kurt felt captured by the man's gaze, but he was still able to speak. "I- I don't think I know you, sir."

Blaine huffed. Sure, he was the only one to remember such a wonderful evening. "You do know me."

"I actually have no idea what you're talking abou-"

"I danced with you." Kurt stayed silent, looking at the man with wide eyes. Blaine took a few cautious steps closer to the boy. "Last night, we danced together."

xXx

End of chapter 2 - I Know You

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