A/N Thank you to everyone who left a review on this story! I try to answer all of your reviews, but this past week has been kind of hectic, and I may have missed a few, so I apologize if I didn't respond to your review. My son had a pretty bad fall at school, and ended up with a mild concussion, and then two days later fell again, though this time he wasn't hurt too bad.

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Agents and Spies

Kurt had come to the conclusion that if Sam was a secret government agent, he was either the worst agent ever, or the best actor ever. The lanky blonde was lost in his own fantasy world half the time, and the other half was spent doing celebrity impersonations. And Kurt had apparently been wrong about the boy's sexual orientation, because he was now dating Quinn.

Despite his certainty that the new kid was not a MiB, he could not shake the feeling that someone was watching him, though he could not pinpoint any particular person who was showing any unusual interest in his daily comings and goings.

Except Karofsky, whose tormenting of him had grown steadily more volatile. He was fairly certain that was just the homophobia, and not an indication that the jock was a secret agent.

As the new week began, and Glee club started a new assignment, Kurt found himself becoming paranoid, constantly studying the people around him, looking for unfamiliar faces, watching over his shoulder for men in black suits and shades.

When Mr. Schue announced the second annual Boys vs Girls sing off, Kurt was less than thrilled, as he was ordered to join the boy's group once again. Knowing the other boys, he wouldn't be allowed to contribute any suggestions, and would be relegated to background vocals once more. And then Mr. Schue threw them a twist, and said the boys had to sing girl songs, and vice versa. He was excited, so many ideas going through his head. Surely the guys would have to listen to him now?

Of course not. "Why don't you make yourself useful and go spy on the Garglers!" Puck had taunted. He refused to show them just how much it hurt to be rejected once again, so had stalked out of the classroom. He was so upset that at first it hadn't occurred to him that this could be a good thing. He could get out of this school, away from prying eyes and malevolent jocks for a little while. He made up his mind. He would go to Dalton. Not to spy, but to check out it's potential, and to just get away from his problems for a while.

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"What do you mean you lost him?" The field director demanded into the phone as the agent assigned to keep an eye on the Hummel boy all but whimpered on the other end of the phone.

"There was a malfunction with my chameleon unit. He was in Glee club at the time, so I went to the van to fix it. When I returned, the boy's vehicle was gone from the parking lot. I'm accessing the GPS tracker I placed on his vehicle now."

Somewhat mollified, the field director, spoke in a calmer voice. "Very well, while you are waiting for the program to locate him, report what you have observed so far."

"There has been no indication of alien activity around the boy as far as I have been able to detect. I managed to place a hidden mic and camera in his locker. I would place short circuit cameras in all of his classrooms, but someone already has this place wired. My partner has tapped into the feed and is monitoring from the van. Unfortunately he was distracted helping me fix my unit when the boy slipped out so we didn't notice it."

The director just grunted in acknowledgment. Before he could say anything more, another voice cut through in the background over the phone. "I've located the boy's vehicle. He is just approaching the outskirts of Westerville."

Westerville? The field director was thoughtful for the moment. Why would the boy be coming here? Could the boy know something about their operations? "Keep me informed of where he goes in Westerville. Send me text reports every ten minutes on his whereabouts."

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Kurt pulled up to Dalton Academy about an hour before classes would be getting out, or they would be at McKinley, he wasn't so sure here. He'd quickly checked out their website, and noting that they wore uniforms, quickly assembled an outfit that he hoped looked close enough not to have him sticking out. He studied a map, and thought he'd be able to locate the choir room fairly easy.

Unfortunately, once inside, he realized he was sadly mistaken. It was almost impossible to navigate the warren of hallways, stairwells, and classrooms. Before he knew it he was not only hopelessly lost, but surrounded by boys in uniforms that put his disguise choice to shame as they all seemed to be rushing down the stairs (how had he ended up upstairs in the first place? He thought he had entered on the main floor, but apparently the building was built into a hill...) chattering excitedly.

Plucking up his courage, he called out to a boy with dark, gelled hair. "Excuse me?"

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The field director read over the latest report texted to him by his undercover agent. The Hummel boy was at Dalton Academy. What the hell was he doing there? It was most fortunate the field director had a contact at the prestigious school, though they had no idea who they were reporting to.

The short male sent a quick text back to his agent at McKinley, telling them to just pack up for the day, have their equipment double checked at the base of operations they had set up in Lima, and to watch for the boy the next morning at school.

He then used a completely different cellphone to make his next call, running his fingers through his neatly trimmed, dark curls.

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Kurt was smiling dreamily when he returned home from Dalton. He couldn't help himself. Something amazing had happened today. He'd met the most beautiful boy he had ever laid eyes on. The boy had had the most radiant gold eyes with swirls of green and another color he couldn't quite define. Okay, so his hair had been over gelled, but it looked like it would be so soft to touch without all that product.

And when they had shaken hands, he had felt a shiver go through him, and the pendant he had been wearing under his shirt seemed to throb in time with his racing heart. And then the boy, Blaine, had grabbed his hand again and raced with him down the corridors, and to the center of the crowd of boys. Only when he stepped back to begin singing did the gorgeous boy release his hand.

And that voice! It was incredible! Kurt knew he had had a dopey grin on his face, but he'd felt like he was in a trance as he listened to Blaine singing Teenage Dream. And then later, as they talked over coffee, Blaine had freely admitted to being gay!

Kurt knew he shouldn't get his hopes up too much. He didn't have the greatest of luck with boys, and just because Blaine was also gay, didn't mean they would fall in love and live Happily Ever After. He didn't even know if Blaine found him attractive or not. For all he knew the other boy could already have a boyfriend. But it had been really nice to have someone who understood his life (for the most part) and where he was coming from. Someone who knew what it felt like to be bullied and pushed to the brink. He'd like to be friends with Blaine and talk to him about his problems. And if things went beyond friendship, who was Kurt to say no?

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Blaine Anderson entered his home, whistling Teenage Dream, and smiling to himself. He was in a good mood, thanks to the little spy who had come to Dalton today, and even the phone call from his dad hadn't been enough to bring him down. He hadn't even known his dad was back in town. He traveled a lot for his job, and wasn't supposed to be home for another week. But he was home, and had asked Blaine to come home for dinner tonight.

He dropped his bag next to the door, and kicked off his shoes, then still whistling and smiling, headed toward the kitchen, where he found his mother making Beef Stroganoff, one of his favorites.

"Blaine, darling!" His mother said, smiling sweetly at him as he hugged her.

"Hi mom! You look great, as always! Is this a new dress?"

The woman was a few inches taller than her son and had straight black hair, and seemed born to smile. "What, this old thing? Blaine, I've had this dress for years! You know you don't have to practice your charms on me!"

They both laughed. "So, where's dad?"

"He's in his office, and doesn't wish to be disturbed until dinner is ready, which will be in about twenty minutes. Why don't you go up to your room and change and wash up, then set the table?"

"Sounds good." He kissed her cheek, and then went upstairs. As he cleaned up and changed, he kept thinking about the boy from earlier. There was something different about him, something ethereal. He'd had the most amazing eyes, almost indescribable, multifaceted, ever changing blue-gray-green orbs. His auburn hair had been impeccably coiffed.

And when their hands had touched? Blaine's heart had raced, and a shiver had gone up his spine. He'd felt a throbbing pulse near his heart, almost an echo. And when he'd been singing, he had felt a connection to the boy and hadn't been able to look away, almost as if he had been in a trance.

He made his way back downstairs and set the table, still smiling and humming.

"Someone is in a good mood," a voice sounded and he turned to see his dad standing in the doorway.

"Hello, dad. I wasn't expecting you back for another week."

"Yes, well, I have business in the area, so I'll be home for a while. How is school going? Are you still in that singing group?"

Blaine hesitated, noticing that his father seemed a little too eager for his answer. His dad usually didn't ask about his school. His father had never come out and said it, but he knew his dad didn't approve of his singing, or his sexuality. He sighed inwardly, knowing it could be much worse. At least his father was civil about the latter, unlike some unfortunate kids like him whose family reject them and kicked them out.

"School is going well, and yes, I am still in the Warblers. We had a performance today, actually."

"Interesting. Anything else exciting happen lately?"

Blaine wasn't sure why the question made him uncomfortable, but just shrugged. "We had a spy from another show choir show up at our performance today."

"Really? Did you meet him?"

"How do you know it was a him?"

"Well, it is an all boy school. A girl would have stuck out like a sore thumb."

Blaine felt silly for having asked. "Yeah, I met him. He was actually kind of nice. I think he was there more to get away from the bullies at his own school than to spy."

His dad frowned at that. "Did you learn his name?"

"Uh, Kurt. We talked a little after the performance."

"Well, that's nice. Ah, looks like dinner is served!" His dad took his seat as his mother brought in the food. Just as Blaine was sitting down, his dad's cell phone chimed a text message. The short man smiled when he read it, and then slipped the phone back into his pocket.

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The field director smiled as he read the text; Hummel Boy home safe. Will resume surveillance in the morning.