"Okay, we need a game plan…" Finn started, pulling a chain over and slipping it between his legs to straddle the sturdy oak. He leaned his arms down on the back of the chair and rested his chin on them. He bit his lip and strained to think with all his might; the Kurt Hummel Protection Agency had really gotten themselves into a conundrum this time.

Kurt knew that something was up, but more importantly he knew that they were manipulating Blaine's schedule, keeping the two boys apart. They had really screwed up, and they had Brittany to thank for that.

The other members gathered around the large table in the Hummel living room and took their places. The tallest member of the club waited until everyone was settled and looking towards the front of the room before standing once more and taking his place at the head of the table.

"Alright. So this is probably the worst situation that could possible happen…not only is Kurt out with our number 1 threat, but Blaine skipped a meeting!" Finn thrust his fist down against the table just as Burt was walking in with a bag of popcorn and a cold beer.

"Yeah, that's why he isn't here, Finn… because he's out with Kurt…" Burt furrowed his brow and readjusted his classic worn-out baseball cap that he wore proudly. He cleared his throat and said,

"Hey, Finn…" He started, looking around the room with a perplexed smile. "Um, what's going on here? Is it a glee thing?" He looked around once more before shaking his head. "Wait, it can't be glee, Kurt isn't here….Wait… where is Kurt. Did you just say someone was out with him?" He set down his beer can and pulled over a chair his expression suddenly serious and all traces of his previous easy-going nature erased.

Finn nodded fervently and jumped to his feet. The team watched him skid out of the room and disappear, the sound of his loud footsteps echoed as he walked above them in his room. Burt looked around at the remaining glee kids; he was confused, but desperate for information about Kurt, so he decided to stay a bit longer.

"So…is this that club that Finn was petitioning me to join?" Burt worded as he leaned back and cracked opened his beer which had started to perspire and dripped down onto the table. Puck licked his lips and sighed; this whole Blaine ordeal was cutting into his Friday night plans; get drunk, watch the hot lesbian neighbors go at it through his bedroom window, and pass out sometime after 2 am. He stretched and tried to tune back into the conversation.

"Yes!" Finn exclaimed "This is it, but it's not a club…" He added as he walked back into the room with what looked like poster board held close to his side by his arm. "It's an agency…"

"Yeah!" Sam piped in, his wide smile spreading and taking over a majority of his face. "Were like spies… or special agents… like the matrix." He nodded and leaned back in his chair, trying his best to look cool. He was about to start an impersonation, but Quinn had gotten pretty good at telling when he was about to, and cut him off before he had the chance.

"I would just like to state that I never wanted to be a part of this club." She voiced, her bitter, cold tone snapping through the fantasy that Sam had created, and bringing him back to reality. He shrugged his shoulders and pretended to straighten an invisible tie, as if wearing the spy suit that he had envisioned. Quinn couldn't help but let a small smile slip. She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through the blonde's silky head of hair, ruffling it and leaving it as messy as it was after he performed with glee.

"Dork" She mouthed as she leaned her head down on his strong shoulders, settling into his warmth. Sam sighed contently and smoothed her hair, brushing a strand out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.

"Ahem." Finn cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at the blond singer. "All eyes up here." He was busying him with the charts he had brought down from upstairs.

"Alright, Burt." The oldest man looked up and gave Finn his classic parental look of mild interest.

"Yes, Finn?" The tall teen took his opportunity and approached the boards he had placed on stands. He somehow pulled a pointer out of nowhere and beamed proudly.

"If you'll turn your attention to the boards, you'll see the hierarchy of the agency." He pointed to the chart with the names and lines that resembled a family tree. He directed his pointer to the top of the list, which showed his own name along with Burt's. "We, you and I," He pointed at Burt, "are the patriarchs of the agency, and the other members fall into place as such…" He smiled, proud of himself and his presentation so-far. "Mercedes is the general, and then there is the next level where Sam, Artie, Mike, and Puck all fall in as lieutenants."

"Hey." Puck interrupted, perking up and smacking the table slightly to get attention. "Don't forget my girl, Zizes."

"Oh, right, Lauren is a lieutenant badass… so she's in there too…" Finn bit his lip, slightly off course after the interruption. "Anyway…" He ran a hand through his hair slowly and looked back at his chart, "Well you can see the rest…"

"Yes, Finn. I have acquired the ability to read, somewhere down the line, but thank you." Finn nodded slowly at Burt's words, unsure if the sarcasm was well intended; he shrugged it off and smiled earnestly.

"Indeed." He replied. "So…are you going to join?"

"Join what?" Burt asked, smiling slightly as he faked a look of confusion.

"The agency…" Finn replied his smiled slowly slipped off his face, leaving his dopey features unoccupied.

"Oh, right." He said with a laugh. He straightened and fixed his hat, his expression suddenly serious. He leaned forward and put his arms on the table, looking each and every one of the members in the eyes. "I can't believe that Kurt has this many people looking out for him… it really makes me feel better about the fact that he isn't alone…and although I don't love the fact that you are practically stalking him, I do appreciate the fact that you all have his back…" He trailed off, emotion welling up in his eyes as he paused to compose himself. It almost looked as if he was about to cry, and the whole table felt a renewed sense of why they were all doing this. Kurt had been through too much not to have people protecting him. Finn knew that he always would. They were brothers now and he would never let Kurt feel threatened, or scared, or alone. Finn looked back up as Burt as he continued.

"I would be honored to join this club."

"Agency…" Finn corrected quietly as he set his pointer down on the table with a subtle clink.

"Okay, Finn. Agency. I would love to join the agency." Finn's eyes lit up and he pulled out a manila folder, he riffled through stacks off papers and slid a couple stapled pieces out onto the table.

"Perfect." He voiced in a hushed tone as he sat down, taking back his seat from Brittany's feet, who had squirmed over from underneath the table. He cast her a dark look and said, "Thin ice, Pierce… very thin… ice…" The bubbly blonde blinked a couple of times and replied with a, "Now I want to go get a snow cone with some penguins…" Finn narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

"Thin…ice" He mouthed once more before turning to Burt, his smile suddenly blazing on his face. "So, where were we?" He chirped. "Oh, that's right." He handed the pamphlets over and said, "This will fill you in on all things related to the Kurt Hummel Protection Agency" Burt furrowed his brow, and his look of disturbance continued to grow more and more intense the further he got to the bottom of the stack.

"How do you know Kurt's schedule… this… accurately? And…zones of his body?" He asked his eyes widening as he looked up from the papers.

"Were dedicated to keeping Kurt safe… no matter what…" Sam piped up, his charming, effortless smile creeping onto his face.

"No one else knew about the zone… body thing, until Finn already had them printed and in our lockers, Mr. H… I swear." Puck felt the need to add, his eyebrows raised and his head shaking slightly.

Burt couldn't help but laugh; there was something pretty endearing about the fact that this many kids had gone through this much trouble, even with all of the other stressors, and responsibilities in their lives, to create this group. Burt could let a little… over enthusiasm, slide in this case.

Burt stood up and let his smile slip back onto his face.

"You know what, kids. I am pretty proud to be a member of the Kurt Hummel Protection cl-" He paused and winked at Finn before finishing with, "agency…" Finn sighed with relief and nodded once.

"Much better." He mouthed at Burt and winked awkwardly with a clumsy thumbs up. Burt shook his head and picked up the beer and popcorn from the table.

"You kids can hold your meetings here whenever you want, and you know what…" He smiled widely and started to head back towards the kitchen. "I'll make us some snacks!" He exclaimed as he disappeared through the door.

The KHPA couldn't help but smile in return; the reveal of the Kurt Hummel Protection Agency had gone much better than any of the members had anticipated, especially with Kurt's dad. They all shared a mutual smile and knew that things would be much easier with Burt on their side; he could easily help them keep tabs on the young fashionista. And the KHPA knew that with everyone in on this, they would never let Kurt down.