Thank you so much for your kind reviews. I got really excited about the response. So we have another chapter of Secret Service! Dalton.

Leave me any suggestions for what you want to see. I have plans for Agent Hummel, if there's anything in particular, let me know.

By the way, I have no idea how the agency really works, architecture- wise. I kinda imagine what CTU used to look like from 24, but I don't know how that really worked, room- wise. I'll try and describe it… but you might need your imaginations to help out.

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Without further ado…

Kurt followed Blaine as they walked up the two flights of stairs to the rooms. Dalton Agencies may have had a different energy than McKinley, but the agents, the conspirators at least, were warm enough. Kurt's earlier qualms about working well with the team were calmed upon meeting the more-than-eccentric team. Blaine walked down one of the hallways, and turned to Kurt, stopping at one of the doors.

"You have your keycard?" he asked.

Kurt nodded, reaching into the manila envelope Charlie had given him just before leaving the conference room, pulling out the plastic card. He stepped around Blaine and scanned it, watching as the light on the door switched to green and opening the door. He looked around the insides of the room curiously.

The room was tastefully decorated in a minimalist way. The walls were made out of the same glass-like material as the rest of the rooms and there was a black matching set of a dresser, bed, and desk arranged around the room. A sleek silver laptop rested on the desk, along with a standard silver desk lamp, currently off. Light came through from the cloudy glass material as well as the silver lamp in one corner of the room. A door, presumably to the bathroom, was stationed at one wall.

"This is your room," Kurt jumped at the proximity of Blaine's voice. Blaine continued on, "All of the team's are down this hallway. There are some clothes in the dresser; I assume you didn't have much time to pack with such a quick transfer." Kurt nodded, confirming the assumption. Blaine smiled as he continued, "Feel free to settle in a little. You can familiarize yourself with the team, if you want. Dwight and Reed are in their offices, and the twins would be in the artillery room. Wes and David are probably talking with Charlie; I wouldn't bother them. You won't find Han," he smirked a little, "Not that you'd want to, I imagine. He can be temperamental at this hour."

Kurt nodded. "What about you?" he asked.

"I have to go talk to some of the Hanovers about our alliance with McKinley," Blaine's smirk grew. "I have to see if there's anything else we're entailed to besides your transfer. I would suggest just staying in the Windsor wing for tonight, Kurt. Dalton headquarters are big; I wouldn't want you getting lost. I can introduce Hanover and Stuart tomorrow."

Kurt nodded easily; he hadn't planned on exploring much today. "Try and get some sleep later, okay?" Blaine asked "It's been a long day."

"Only if you do too," he replied.

Blaine only smiled charmingly. "I hope you like it here, Kurt. It's nice having you on the team." With that he turned away and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Kurt turned and sat down at the desk, opening the folder and laying the contents on the desk. He opened the laptop, powering it on, and pulled a USB port from his blazer, transferring its contents while staring at the Dalton keycard that had been given. It had all his standard information as well as a picture, with a small blue shield with a diagonal yellow stripe on it in the corner. He sighed and pulled out his badge, sliding the McKinley card out. He leaned back in his chair and stared at it, simply reminiscing before tossing it on the table and sliding the new card in. He opened a few drawers, searching for a pair of scissors. When he found them he simply twirled them around his finger, hesitating. He shook his head. Security precaution, Kurt, he thought, forcing himself to start cutting the small plastic card. He threw the fragments into the trash bin, standing up and striding over to the door, deciding he'd might as well attempt to familiarize himself with the agency is the amount of time he had.

He stepped out into the hallway and looked out over the headquarters. The entire building was octagonal, with four main entrances on the bottom floor, one in each direction. There was a large screen with two smaller screens flanking it on the wall that held no upper floors. Stations full of various amounts of computers and monitors were stationed around the main floor. The four upper floors were accessed by the silver metal staircases at each entrance. From what Kurt could tell, the second floor held all the conference rooms and labs, the third contained any private offices, and the fourth and fifth floors were reserved for rooms and training. He turned and walked to the staircase, walking down to the third floor.

He walked down the corridor, reading the nameplates next to the rooms. Most the rooms on this side of the floor appeared to belong mainly to the conspirators.

David Sullivan; Strategy

Wesley Hughes; Strategy

Ethan Brightman, Evan Brightman; Artillery

Kurt paused for a while, staring at their door in confusion. They share an office? He shrugged and continued walking. He was lucky he had stopped; had he not he would've collided with the redheaded figure tripping out of the next door. Reed.

His hand flew out on instinct, attempting to clutch the teen's blazer as he fell, but he was too far away, and Reed ended up sprawled on the floor. Kurt walked quickly to the fallen teen, who was currently clutching the handrail and pulling himself up.

"Reed, are you okay?"

The boy smiled in return. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said, a little breathlessly from fall.

Kurt raised an eyebrow, looking closer at Reed's face. The area around his right eye seemed to be swelling a little. "Are you sure? You look like you punched yourself in the face," he said.

Reed felt the area, wincing a little. "Damn it. I better go ice it or something," he made for the door, careful to step around the door frame. He paused before entering, turning back to Kurt. "Would you like to come in for a while? I imagine you must have a couple questions about the agency. I know that the Hat- I mean David," he quickly amended, "Wes, and Charlie are all meeting right now, and Dwight and the twins probably won't answer any questions. And if they do, well," Reed smiled, "it'll just confuse you."

Kurt nodded, following Reed into his room, careful to keep the boy within arm's distance should he decide to reenact his earlier performance. He flicked on the light, illuminating the room.

Reed's office, like practically all of headquarters, was simply decorated in a standard blue, silver, black color scheme. A silver desk dominated the room, two grey chairs arranged in front of it. A black bookcase was placed behind the desk, with fat textbook- like books lined in it, as well as a several medical kits. As Kurt glanced around the room, he noticed that the walls didn't appear to be made out of the same thick, opaque glass-like material as the rest of the agency. From the outside it looked the same, but Reed's walls were all white inside, and when Kurt felt them he was surprised to find that they gave way softly, absorbing the touch.

"Is your room… padded?"

Reed glanced back sheepishly. "You saw what happened out there," he shrugged. "The agency it was worth taking the precaution." He sat down at his desk, gesturing for Kurt to sit across from him. He reached down and opened a drawer, pulling out an ice pack.

"You have an ice chest in your desk?" Kurt asked incredulously. What kind of agency is this?

Reed smiled mischievously from under the ice, "You'll be surprised by some of the more… well, unusual equipment and devices here."

Kurt simply shook his head, murmuring a low, "I'm sure I will be." He tilted his head, "Yeah, what kind of agency are you?" he asked, raising his voice. The questions came faster, Kurt's tone rising in pitch as the speed increased. "And come to think of it, where did the Brightmans get those guns earlier? And what did Charlie mean about Dwight's 'unorthodox' methods? And what is with all of the Alice in Wonderland references? And-"

"Whoa," Reed interjected, moving his hand in a gesture to stop Kurt. "One at a time. I'll start with the easiest question: the Alice in Wonderland references." He tilted his head, thinking for a while.

"Well, no one's really sure where the twins started using them," he began. "We suspect it has something to do with their childhood or their sister, or maybe both, but we can't be sure. Anyhow, they've taken to 'naming' certain agents, collecting the different characters."

"So…" Kurt mused. "Are they Tweedledee and Tweedledum?"

Reed nodded, "Bingo. We usually just refer to them as the 'Tweedles'."

"What about the others?"

Reed tilted his head, thinking for a moment. "Charlie's the Red Queen, David's the Mad Hatter, Wes is the March Hare, Dwight is the White Knight, I think?" He nodded. "Han's the Caterpillar; I'm sure you can see why, Blaine's the White Rabbit, and I'm the Dormouse. There are a few others as well, but you haven't met them yet."

"And I'm… Alice?" Kurt asked.

Reed nodded. "I can't tell you exactly why though. You'll have to ask the Tweedles for that explanation, but I can't guarantee that it will make any sense," he said with a sly smile.

Kurt rubbed a hand down his face, feeling a bit tired. "What about my other questions?"

"The others aren't so easy to answer," Reed warned. "It might be better to see them. All I can tell you is that the twins always have some form of a weapon on them, and that Dwight's security techniques take root in form of superstition or something." He shrugged. "It's difficult to explain."

Kurt nodded, standing up. "Well, thank you, Reed. Do you know where I might find Dwight or the Tweedles?" He found that the Brightmans so closely resembled the fictional characters that it was easy to refer to them as such.

"Dwight will probably be in his office, and the Tweedles were at the practice range last I checked," Reed answered.

"And where is-"

"Fifth floor. I know," Reed said when Kurt looked concerned, "firing ranges are usually on ground floor, but Dalton's architecture is structured well enough that we could accommodate a range on the top floor." He shrugged. "I'm not quite sure how it works, but it does."

Kurt nodded, starting to understand that it was better to just accept that Dalton was eccentric and odd, and to not ask questions. He turned to leave, when Reed's voice stopped him, sounding nervous and unsure.

"Hey, Kurt? Can- can I ask you something?"

Kurt walked back, sitting back down. "Is something wrong?"

Reed stared down as his hands, appearing out of place in the professional blazer and looking like a normal teenager for once.

"How," he paused, taking a deep breath, "how did you know that- that you were gay?" He glanced at Kurt for a moment, and then quickly looked back down. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Kurt sighed, "I don't know what to tell you, Reed. It's not like there's some… guidebook, or anything out there. It's different for everyone." He took a quick look at the struggling teen. "Look, my father told me he knew since I was little. I assume you've asked Blaine about his experience?" A side part of his mind marveled at the fact that the dark- haired agent was also gay.

Reed nodded. "He doesn't like talking about it much, though. He's told me a little, but I think he had some issues back home or something." Kurt raised an eyebrow in surprise, but said nothing, not wanting to pry into Blaine's private life.

"Well tell me a little about it, if you want it to," he said.

Reed shifted in his seat, looking up at Kurt. "It's not that complicated, really. It's just that, well, I've never really liked a girl before, but I've always chalked that up to the fact that maybe I just haven't met the right one? And I've only liked one guy-"

"Who?" Kurt asked, curiosity getting the best of him.

Reed smiled a little, blushing. "Shane Anderson, Blaine's brother."

"Blaine has a brother?" Kurt asked. "Does he work here at Dalton?"

"No, he works at the Walcott Agency in Colorado. But Blaine says that there's talk about him possibly transferring. He's helped us out a lot in the past whenever he visits," Reed answered, trying to hide how excited this made him.

Kurt smiled, seeing how happy it made the smaller boy to talk about his crush. "You'll tell me all about him one day, okay?"

Reed smiled in return, nodding. "You should get going," he said suddenly. "Especially if you want to catch Dwight or the Tweedles before they turn in."

Kurt bobbed his head in agreement, standing up and heading for the door. "Good luck, Reed," he said over his shoulder.

"Thanks Kurt. You too," Reed answered before Kurt opened the door and left.

He walked to the next door, which was labeled T. Dwight Houston, Security. He knocked softly, wrinkling his nose as a strange stench seemed to come from inside. Dwight sighed from inside, "If you must come in, the door's open." Kurt opened the door, peering into the room.

Dwight's office was completely dark inside, save for the lone light coming from his desk. Dwight was hunched over the desk, prodding at a pile of white with a metal rod. Kurt walked in a sat down, staring curiously at a second pile of the seeming same white material that was stationed a little ways to the left of Dwight. He touched it experimentally, feeling the rough textured grains beneath his fingers.

"Is this… rock salt?" Kurt asked amazedly.

Dwight glanced up, swatting Kurt's hand, "Don't touch that. To answer your question, it's not."

"Then what is it?"

Dwight sighed, finishing the pile in front of him and pushing it to join the second pile. "It's a special type of security technology, for tracking. Each grain can act as a camera, picking up audio and whatever visuals it can. It works well because it's light, and it blends in easily."

Kurt picked up a single grain, examining it. "Each one?" he asked disbelievingly.

Dwight smiled a little, proud. "Each one."

"How? Where did you even get the plans for this kind of thing?"

Dwight leaned back in his chair. "Han found it, hacking a few scientific websites. We sent over a squad, and they agreed to let us use the plans. They hadn't been completed yet, so we had Bailey- he was the Communications head before you- take them over to the Stuarts, who finished them for us."

Kurt raised an eyebrow in suspicion, "Hacking? Isn't that illegal?"

Dwight shrugged, smirking. "It worked out for us, in the end."

Kurt looked around the room, taking in some of the odd items in the low light. There were more vials of the salt- like grain lining the wall in different colors, presumably for different environments. Different types of cameras and weaponry were also found, and Kurt thought even he spied a crossbow and some arrows among the arrangements. Clearly, he thought, this is what Charlie meant by "unorthodox." His eyes came to rest on an array of medallions and badges near them. "What are those for?" he asked, waving a hand towards them.

Dwight gazed at where Kurt had gestured, "More cameras and recorders, mainly. Those are more for just keeping records than for spying though; when we meet with other agencies, for example. Some have a mild acid in them, for self- defense. Nothing major, but enough to knock someone out."

Kurt shook his head, "Amazing," he said. He pointed into the darkness, "And was that a quiver of arrows I saw in the corner?"

Dwight shrugged, "Maybe," he said mysteriously. "I dabbled in some of the occult stuff when I was younger," he explained, "A lot of it carried over when I started here."

Kurt let out a breathless chuckle. "You're crazy, you know that, right?"

Dwight smiled that same secretive smile. "We all are around here." He turned serious. "Was there something you needed?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not really. Blaine said it would be a good idea to familiarize myself with the team, and Reed said you'd be in your office."

"You talked to Reed already?"

Kurt nodded, "He tripped and hit himself in the face as I was walking down the hall."

Dwight laughed. "Of course he did." His expression turned sober. "Listen," he said, leaning forward, "look out for him, okay? Not just physically, but emotionally, alright? I'm sure you've heard about he's struggling a little, right?"

Kurt nodded. Dwight exhaled tiredly, "I try and help him, but I'm not best suited for… well, his situation. Blaine wants to help, but he's got some issues of his own." Kurt's eyebrows rose and the mention of Blaine having problems again but, like earlier, he said nothing. Dwight stared at a place above Kurt's head, eyes glazed. "He's older than me, but still feels like a little brother, you know?"

"Don't worry, Dwight," he said, standing up. He could sense that the pale boy need time to think. "I'll try and help out." He walked over to the door, closing it gently behind him. Before the door closed completely he heard Dwight murmur softly, "Thank you, Kurt."

Kurt climbed the staircase, walking down the hallway and entering the door labeled Firing Range. He put on the customary protective hearing muffs and goggles, opening the second door to the range.

Upon walking in, he saw the two identical teenagers firing pistols at the target in time with each other, hitting the target with unbelievable accuracy. Kurt stood behind them, watching stunned as the hole in the center of each target grew bigger and bigger. Even Puckerman didn't have this kind of shot, he thought. The Tweedles finished their rounds, pulling off the ear muffs at the same time. Kurt applauded a little, amazed.

The twins whirled around toward the noise, breaking into grins when they saw Kurt. "Alice!" they chorused, dragging the boy towards them as he took off his ear muffs.

Kurt laughed a little, "Hello Ethan, Evan. What are you two doing?"

The twins turned back to their stations, shrugging and pressing the button to reel in the targets.

"Just practicing. Why?" said one, probably Evan.

The one who was probably Ethan asked, "Is there something you need?"

"Is it a type of fire arm? We can get those for you!"

"What kind? Shotgun, pistol, sniper rifle, assault rifle…"

"… a machine gun? We can access a Gatling, submachine, anything really."

"What about-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Kurt interjected hastily. The twins stopped to look him, blue eyes sparkling impishly. "Nothing of that sort, nothing at all. Thank you, though."

"Then what do you need, Alice?"

Kurt paused, thinking. "Why do you call me Alice?"

The twins' smiles grew, still as mischievous as before, but with a touch of kindness added in. "You took the White Rabbit's advice," said one.

Kurt stared confusedly at them. "You decided to explore Wonderland," the other explained.

"But you named me at the meeting," Kurt said, still baffled.

"We had a hunch," the twins said vaguely. "You have an Alice- like quality to you."

Kurt shook his head, smiling a little and choosing not to decipher the Tweedles' strange logic. "You're all crazy, you know?"

"We know," they chorused.

"Would you like to join us, Alice?" one of the twins asked. The other pulled another pistol out, gesturing to the stall next to him.

Kurt grinned, taking the gun. The twins grinned a long with him, placing their protective headgear back on their heads and placing new rounds in their guns. All three took their stances and began firing at the targets.

A few rounds later, Kurt and the Tweedles pulled off all of their protective gear, deeming that they've spent long enough in the firing range. They wound in their targets, leaning over to compare.

"You're not a bad shot, Kurt!" Ethan laughed.

"Thanks. Still, how did two almost manage to match all of your shots?" Kurt said, laughing as well and taking Evan's target and laying it on top of Ethan's. He suppressed a yawn, much to the twins' amusement.

"You should get some sleep, Alice," said Evan, clapping Kurt on the back.

"Yeah, you have a long day in Wonderland tomorrow," chimed in Ethan.

Kurt nodded, making for the door. "Hey," he said, turning back to stare at the blue- eyed twins, "Thanks."

The two grinned identical smirks, eyes shining. "No problem, Kurt," said Evan.

"See you tomorrow, Agent Alice."

I kind of rushed to get this out; there were so many of you who responded. I was amazed. You should've seen my reaction.

I've mentioned this on some of my other stories, but I start school soon (tomorrow to be exact) so updates might not be so frequent, at least for the first couple weeks. I'll try and write whenever I can, but it might be a little rough. Everything I've written so far was just meant to be a one- shot, but because of you incredible people, I'm in the middle of three stories. I'm not complaining or anything (I love writing these things) but it'll be a bit tough.

The March Hare, Mad Hatter, and the Red Queen next chapter, probably? Also, if any of you have any tips on secret service and agent work, message me, please? My extent of knowledge goes only as far as 24 a couple years ago, so I'm not great at this kind of thing.

Thank you all so much. I hope you understand if I'm missing for a bit. Review please?