"Baby Panda to Coco Puff, I repeat, Baby Panda to Coco Puff…" Finn huffed angrily as the call came out through his walkie-talkie. He bit his lip and looked down with pursed his lips.

"Brittany, I said that we couldn't have code names… they are stupid. And why the hell am I coco puff?" The tall leader asked, furrowing his brow. Brittany giggled and pressed down on the button on her pink, sequined walkie-talkie.

"It suits you." Was all she said. Finn rolled his eyes and slowly stepped out of his mom's old station wagon. He glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before he sidled along the side of the building, carefully making his way to the front door of the restaurant where Kurt and Blaine were having their date.

If it hadn't been for the Warblers, the KHPA wouldn't even have known where to find their young flower. Finn was starting to like those uniformed songbirds, especially since they had showed interest in protecting Kurt's innocence (it was surprising. One would think that the Dalton boys would be on Blaine's side, which in this case would be to get him laid. He was the male in the relationship, after all, but it seemed as if everyone liked Kurt in his current state of naivety).

Finn shuddered at the thought and narrowed his eyes. Just thinking about Blaine trying to do anything to his newly acquired brother made his veins chill with ice and his fists clench in anger. There wasn't much the tall, well-built football player wouldn't do to protect the young singer, and he was pretty sure his entire group would agree with that as well.

Finn inhaled a deep calming breath and glanced down at the walkie-talkie in his hands. He rolled his eyes when Brittany's voice boomed out of the tiny speakers once more. He shook his head and clicked the lever to the off position before stuffing the device deep into the backpack he wore on his left shoulder.

"Enough…" he muttered before running a shaky hand through his hair. He wasn't so sure this incognito mission was to work with people like the blonde cheerleader on his team, but he didn't really have a choice. He'd much rather have her in his sights and know what she was up to then to leave her at home with a multitude of devices to screw things up at her fingertips.

Finn set his sights for the back entrance to the restaurant; thankfully by widening their friend base and making the Warblers honorary members, they found out that Thad's father owned the place where Blaine and Kurt were now eating. Finn couldn't have dreamed for a better scenario. He smirked as he slipped through the kitchen where multiple members of the KHPA were adding the finishing touches to their new uniforms and picking up their props.

"Hey Finn!" The boy, Finn had recently learned was named Thad, called out, rushing past the kitchen staff, and skidding to a stop in front of the football player. "Hey!" He added, a smile tearing at the corners of his lips, as if he was a small child who wanted to jump around, but was told by a parent to be calm.

"Um, yeah, hey Thad. What's up."

"Everything is in place, sir!" Thad stood suddenly erect, as if in a line before a drill master. His hand stiffened and he saluted the older boy. "We are ready for the mission!" There was a sparkle in the young boy's eye that made his face light up.

"Shh keep it down." Finn warned narrowing his eyes. The kid nodded once and lowered his head, but Finn could still see a smile toying with his features. Finn shook his head and rolled his eyes before brushing past and heading for the swinging doors that led to the dining room.

"Ooh! Wait Finn!" Thad chased after him, arms swinging around wildly as if desperate for the older boy's attention. The football player inhaled a deep breath and slowly swiveled around before dropping his head to the left and giving his best exasperated look.

"Yes?" He hissed as he dropped his hands to his hips.

"Y-you forgot your disguise" The younger boy stuttered pressing a small bag towards the other boy. Finn's expression slipped away and his eyes widened.

"Damn, I guess you're right. Thanks tiny Tim." He voiced as he riffled through the see-through blue tinted bag. Thad furrowed his brow and cocked his head in confusion at the donning of his new nickname, but let it slide as he watched Finn pull his new look out of the bag.

"This… is my disguise?" He asked incredulously as he moved and stuck a fake mustache on his upper lip with distain. Thad's brilliant smile slipped off his face and his opened his mouth to speak, but Finn cut him off. "I look amazing!" He exclaimed as he quickly grabbed for a silver serving platter and gazed at the reflection staring back at him. "No one will ever suspect it's me!" There was a naive gleam to Finn's eyes that Thad shared as he nodded fervently, the joy streaming back into his demeanor.

"Exactly what I was going for!" Thad added patting the older, much taller boy on the back. Finn glanced down at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Please don't touch me"

"Oh, yes. Right. Sorry" Thad removed his appendage and folded his hands in his lap awkwardly.

"Let's do this" Finn clenched a fist and threw it up into the air; his go-to move for a pregame ritual. Thad nodded fervently, his head bobbling like a tiny Chihuahua on a dashboard, miming the older boy's movement with his own tiny, clenched fist.

Finn glanced down and couldn't help but smile and shook his head before moving and ruffling his fingers through the smaller boy's soft brunette strands of hair.

"Yes, let's do this." Finn repeated before smirking and setting his sights on the entrance to the den where his brother's innocence was the prey of the beast they called Blaine Anderson.