Don't own glee. Wish I did. Would change name to K*insert finger L here*aine…. Haha. Anyways. Also thought id add that this has a couple of Glee Project peeps in it. I hope you guys don't mind that. Lemme know what you think :D
"Follow me, this way please." A young, pleasant enough looking woman, with a bubbly demeanor beckoned the new hires forward, motioning towards the large double doors made of impenetrable titanium. Kurt's fingers anxiously fidgeted before he wiped his palms on his pants; nerves always made him sweaty, it wasn't his most shining moment. He hadn't been listening, but the guide must have been continued, because she was motioning with her hands, and directing their attention towards different doors, all with strange bar codes across the top of the door. Kurt began to wonder just what he had gotten himself into. As far as he knew this was the top of the line in reconnaissance, which was Kurt's specialty and field of study in school. When he had been recruited specifically, due to a recommendation by his professors, he thought it would just be some government job, but the further down they went into the compound, the more he realized this was nothing like what he had expected.
Kurt shook his head, forcing himself from his own thoughts; this was Kurt's greatest weakness, as had been pointed out many times before. Kurt couldn't help but reside in his own head, especially when he was nervous. He bit his lip when the tour group halted; causing the young brunette to collide with a tall blonde girl he had seen briefly in passing.
"Sorry." He mumbled, dropping his gaze to the floor and biting his lip awkwardly. The girl slowly turned around and cocked her head at him; Kurt couldn't help but note that she was extremely beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a kind, distant smile that toyed with her rose tinted lips.
"It's okay," she whispered with a smile, "I walk into things all of the time." Her eyes shifted back and forth shiftily, as if making sure no one was listening, "But shhh…" she added, raising a finger to her lips, "Don't tell…" She turned back around leaving Kurt speechless. He smiled to himself; maybe this job wouldn't be so bad after all.
"This way please!" The sing-song tonality of the guide's voice was anything but pleasant the more you heard it. She led the group into an elevator; Kurt stiffened. Crowed places weren't his favorite, especially with people he didn't know very well. Once they had all found a space inside the little box, which was actually roomier than Kurt had imagined.
"Were heading down to the labs, where ill hand you off to the leader of the operations."
Kurt took this time to look around, and get a feeling for the people surrounding him; he was far too nervous when he arrived, and was more focused on the day at hand.
There was a man to Kurt's left, he was tall and obtrusive, but with a delicate face. He was standing close to the tour guide, and the younger male could have sworn he saw him sniffing the woman's hair.
Then there was the girl that Kurt had bumped into before, as she sashayed back and forth with her hands in her pockets, he thought he saw that her name tag said Brittany (he also noticed that there was a cat head instead of a dot on top of her i). He smiled. Kurt liked this girl; she was just simple enough to be fun without being too stupid to be irritating. She stopped moving for a brief moment to blow the bangs out of her eyes. Kurt didn't even realize that he was watching her, but he caught her eye as she stared at him out of her peripherals. They younger dropped his gaze, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, and his hands clamming up once more; perfect, he thought, now the girl who seemed easy to get along with thinks I'm a creeper. It was just Kurt's luck, really.
Kurt needed to distract himself from the blonde, who had now taken to watching him out of the corner of her eyes, but he did notice she had a goofy look on her face, like a child would when hiding, or playing peek-a-boo. He sighed and cast his sight on the control panel; it seemed as if he had been in this elevator for an abnormally long time, and although he didn't have a problem with it, some obviously did. He watched as a small, delicate creature with green eyes and shimmering blonde hair cowered into the furthest back corner, checking up and then down again, up at the lights on the top that indicated the floors, and down at the glowing buttons that showed the level where they were destined. Kurt felt bad for her, but he didn't think now was the time to reach out to her.
He saw that they were headed to the basement, which was 85 floors below the entrance hall, where they started their elevator journey.
"Oh God…" Kurt whispered under his breath; 85 floors was a long way down, and as they were nearing the basement, he felt the pressure building. When they passed the 18 floor, all of the students jumped and let out a collective cry of discomfort.
"Sorry about that, that is what I had warned about on the tour. When the pressure builds, it places strain on your eardrums, and you may experience a popping sensation." She was all too cheery as she explained, and Kurt had half a mind to give her a sharp kick to the shins, but he buried down his aggression. "Anyways, were almost there. As I said before, make sure you all have your clearance badges clearly visible, or you will be pulled aside once we reach Basement 1"
"There's more than one basement?" Kurt heard a student behind him whisper anxiously. "What is this place? A Labyrinth?" He heard someone hiss something low and sharp to the kid and then deal a blow with their elbow. Kurt heard him rubbing his ribs and grow, "You don't always have to be so irritating, Rachel."
"Were supposed to be quiet, Sam, it adds to the mystery of the place."
"You're…insane."
"Shh." The girl finished, her voice wound tightly, as if she was ready to explode. "You're not going to mess this up for me."
"And I thought going to school with you was bad." Kurt couldn't help eavesdropping; it was in his nature. You couldn't blame a tactical reconnaissance officer for doing what was necessary to capture information.
Kurt did a brief sweep of the last people in the room with him, because they were nearing their exit, and he hadn't seen all of his competitors. There was a girl with bright orange hair, who kept whispering to a smiling male with brown hair, and dancing eyebrows. They were talking quietly together, as friends who had been together their entire life. Then there was a blonde boy, the one who had been arguing with a girl, the girl he was standing by, who had dark brown hair, and a uniquely large nose. She seemed to have the type A personality that would either force you to respect her, or make you want to kill her.
Then Kurt turned to his left, and caught sight of a girl with black hair and breathtakingly blue eyes framed by dark lashes. She was standing next to a very tall, very slim male, who had black hair and glasses. He looked graceful despite his long limbs, almost as if he was a dancer. Those were the ones who stood out most to him. There were a couple people who looked like your average scientists, and military personal, but he didn't have time to catch any more details, because a beep was heard overheard, and then the doors slide opened.
"Alright everyone, please exit quickly and I will pass you off to our head of operations"
That was the first moment of the rest of his life; a life that would never be the same again. Kurt shuffled out of the elevator, pressed tightly in on himself to avoided contact with as many people as possible; everyone was shoving, things were going to be very competitive here.
"File in" all of the recruits jumped at the barked command. "From now on you will do everything with speed and accuracy or you will be cut, is that understood." Kurt heard a gulp from behind him and he closed his eyes tightly; he had a bad feeling that any signs of weakness would be weeded out.
"I'm sorry. Is that too much for me to ask?" The head of operations finally showed herself (before they had only heard her voice booming out through a speaker in the ceiling.
"Oh dear lord…" The dancing eyebrow boy whispered to the ginger beside him, who giggled. Kurt noted his voice was rich and thick like velvet, and had an unmistakable Irish brogue that was charming and gave him a romantic vibe that made Kurt's mouth become suddenly dry.
The Head of Operations was nothing to be joked about, Kurt could tell instantly. She seemed the type of person who would stop at nothing until she got you fired if you even looked at her wrong. She was tall with an athletic build, and sharp, hawk like eyes that seemed to follow each and every one of them. Her hair was platinum blonde and stuck out in peaks all over the top of her head; Kurt had wondered if the spikes were sharp enough to pierce skin, because they seemed dangerous. She stood tall before them before she made her way up and down the line, then back again. She eyed each and every recruit carefully and decidedly before speaking to the group.
"This is it cadets. School is over and I'm going to weed the babies from your midst." Her eyes hovered across a couple of the people from the elevator, who squirmed beneath her harsh gaze. "I'm not here to babysit. I'm not here to hold your hand. I am here to get a job done, and if chosen, that's why you'll be here as well. You may think that just because you have been brought here, you're guaranteed a place" She stopped to watch the reactions and expressions of the cadets; thankfully for Kurt he had always had a good poker face, because she seemed to hover on him for longer than the others. He didn't flinch, and he swore he saw a glimmer of a smile tug at the corner of her thin lips.
"You were chosen because you are the best and brightest in your field, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you're the best here." The girl who had been referred to as Rachel in the elevator scoffed and cocked her hip, so that she stood less tall and less respectful; apparently she did think she was the best here. For some reason, unbeknownst to Kurt, The head of Operations let it slip and she continued.
"You will meet some of our officers and specialists. You will run operations and tests and simulations to see if you are a good fit for the proceedings. This is not the job for everyone. This job will be your life, and if you're not ready for that commitment I suggest you leave now." She paused to look around and eye everyone carefully, searching for any signs of hesitance or weakness. When no one even dared to breathe, she continued. "But… if you do make it… this will be the best job you will ever have, and the only one you will ever need again." She forced a smile, and Kurt couldn't help but think that this was something she had been instructed to do at this point in her speech. It seemed as if she was trying to be welcoming, so that they would want to stay, but it was obvious she couldn't care less if they decided to go. She let the artificial smile linger for a moment more before slipping back into her dangerous demeanor. "Alright. Now that we got that out of the way, follow me." She moved like a viper, quick and decisive, and was headed down the furthest hallway before anyone else had time to even take a step. Everyone quickened their pace and followed as best as they could.
Kurt couldn't fight back the knot that was twisting and turning in the pit of his stomach; he had the sinking feeling that this job would either be the death of him or the break in his sanity. No matter what was to come, he knew it was bad.