Dalton Academy smelled like Christmas trees and Abercrombie and Fitch. All the boys were neatly coiffed, hair perfect, blazers fitted. Kurt was pretty sure he was in heaven. He played with his jacket self-consciously, it was obviously different than everyone else's.
"You at least could have found me a real jacket," he whispered to the air, avoiding the questioning glances of the boys around him.
"We did the best we could," Bellevue's voice droned from his microscopic ear piece. Kurt sneered, looking around at the bustling young energy filling this heavenly place, and made his way down the stairs.
"Blaine Anderson, loves coffee and football, one older brother, daddy issues," Bellevue listed. "And he's coming up on your left. You know what to do. Work your magic, Hummel."
"Oh, excuse me?" Kurt spoke up, finding the target passing by him. The boy turned and looked up, with huge, honey-colored eyes. Kurt convinced himself that the flip of his stomach was the thrill of the beginning of the chase. "Hi, I'm new here."
"My name's Blaine," the boy reached out his hand. Friendly, Kurt thought.
"Kurt," he responded, shaking the hand and smiling as Blaine cracked a wide grin. And cute.
And apparently the star singer in the school's Glee Club, and also gay. Kurt tried to hide his smile when Blaine admitted it to him over coffee with some of the other Warblers. Bellevue, you really couldn't have told me that before? He reminded himself to scold her when he went back to the agency that night. It was almost too easy: make the boy fall in love with him, divulge his deepest darkest secrets, find a creative way to end his life. Get out as quickly as he could and roll in the giant pile of money waiting for him at the end of the road.
It turns out, pretending to date someone is even harder than actually dating them. Kurt had to pretend he was falling in love without actually falling in love. It was the most difficult mission he had ever been given, and he had been given some demanding missions. If Kurt was being honest with himself, Blaine was very close to perfect. Of course he had to go and hack the federal government and get offed. Just Kurt's luck.
It took a while to get Blaine's attention in a romantic sense, but after some well-planned "accidental" run-ins and some strategic wardrobe choices, it finally happened. It was incredibly hard work making this progression seem natural while also being bound by the time-limit of a strict mission. Kurt almost had to laugh at his life; the kids at his school thought Algebra was difficult. They wouldn't last a day in his shoes, but they still shoved him as he walked down the hall way and called him names. He got by just knowing he was serving a larger purpose and scoffed at their melodramatic weekly break-ups. Kurt Hummel had bigger fish to fry.
Truth be told when Blaine kissed Kurt for the very first time, in that warm common room, Kurt maybe got a little lost in it. It took his breath away, it was so gentle and caring. The sincere look in Blaine's eyes when he confessed his feelings for the first time, it would have been the most romantic moment of Kurt's life if it had been real.
Kissing was simple, lying about feelings was easy, but spending every day with this boy, learning his ins and outs and rights and wrongs and hopes and dreams was slowly melting Kurt's icy heart. There were days when he'd lie on Blaine's bed, talking about Brangelina's adopted children, and he'd almost forget about his mission. Almost. Because Kurt was nothing if not determined and professional. Unfortunately, his profession required emotion at the moment, and that's where lines were getting crossed. It was a challenge to say the least.
Even when he forgot reality, Bellevue was always in his ear, tutting away at their cutesy conversations, saying things like "The mission, Hummel" or sometimes resorting to sarcasm, croaking "Isn't that cute." So whenever he'd realize that he was forgetting about his mission, or he heard Bellevue's robotic voice deep in his ear, he would mentally slap himself in the face and get back to business.
One day, they were sitting on Blaine's bed. Kurt knew it would get to this point, but he was hoping he would have found something by three weeks in. The trouble was, in order to find evidence, he had to be in Blaine's room. And having been dating for three weeks, things were starting to progress. Blaine was obviously nervous, Kurt surveyed Blaine's twitchy hands as he used his keen eyes to search around the room. It was not the first time they had been in a room alone together, but having just spent their three-week anniversary at Bread Stix, there were implications.
Kurt sat on Blaine's bed and watched him pace around, tidying things and avoiding Kurt's eye contact. He's nervous, how cute.
Kurt admired the gentle slope of Blaine's back into his rather profound ass as he examined his bookshelf. The kid had a Goddamn library in his room, stuffed with classics. Kurt had to admit, Blaine was very attractive. Objectively speaking, that is. His wide, earnest eyes. His strong, compact body, freckled with dark, wiry hair over his olive skin. He was a little small, but Kurt found it endearing, and when he first felt the strength of Blaine's hand around his wrist, he knew that small body was capable of incredible things. He could imagine Blaine using his thick, muscular legs to hold him against a wall and pound into him, make him scream. They hadn't gone past first base yet, but Kurt just knew Blaine was packing some major heat below the belt. He had seen the boners Blaine abashedly tried to hide, and attempted to contain his excitement with the dirty thoughts they brought to mind. He tried to stay focused on business, but he was very physically attracted to Blaine. And that was it.
Sure, he enjoyed spending time with him. They got coffee almost every day after school, and actually ended up having a lot in common; musical taste, aspirations of fame, the love of performing. But a friendship built off of a lie is a lie itself. Though Kurt was not pretending to laugh at Blaine's stupid jokes or find yet another thing in common with him, their relationship was fake. Kurt kept telling himself that every night when he was on the edge of dreams and his mind drifted to Blaine.
"So…." Kurt drew out the o, patting the bed next to him when Blaine finally looked over. He didn't want to do this, but he didn't have any evidence yet. Three weeks, plus the time it took to court him, and he had nothing. Blaine was good at keeping secrets, and even better at pretending he was a normal, dapper, charming teenager. He needed to get closer to Blaine, he needed Blaine to tell him more, slip up or maybe even confess, and he needed that to happen soon, before things got too serious.
Blaine stalked over to Kurt, sat next to him on the bed and put a soft hand on Kurt's cheek, pulling him in to lay a soft kiss on Kurt's lips. Kurt sighed into the kiss, then froze. Did he just do that on his own accord, or did he do it because he knew he should? He needed to get out of his head, stop thinking about it and do what a regular boyfriend would do.
So he took Blaine's face in his hands and pushed him back onto the bed, adjusting himself on top. He deepened the kiss, Blaine let out a groan.
"Have fun, boys," Bellevue's voice came from Kurt's ear, completely ruining the mood before Kurt heard the signature click of the ear piece turning off.
Kurt shook his head and tried to get back into it, which wasn't too hard to do because Blaine was using his strong arms to push his hands up the back of Kurt's shirt and pull Kurt's body closer to his. Kurt let out an involuntary moan, not even able to think anymore because Blaine's rough hands were scratching down his back and Blaine's narrow hips were pushing up into Kurt's, providing a delicious friction. Kurt pushed back, and for a few golden minutes, all they could hear was each other's ragged breath, the sound of their pants' fabric rubbing together. Kurt was losing it, he never thought it would be this good to feel Blaine's hot breath on his neck, hear Blaine's desperate words whispered into his ear, feel Blaine's strong hands moving wildly all over his body.
"So good," Blaine whispered. " 'm close, Kurt. Kurt."
Kurt was close too, embarrassingly so. He jutted his hips faster, pushed down a little harder, and groaned loudly when stars exploded behind his eyes, coming in his pants like a fucking inexperienced middle schooler. But the shame faded when he opened his eyes to see Blaine's squeezed shut, jaw clenched, a strangled noise escaping his bruised lips as he came too. Blaine pulled Kurt in for a sloppy, deep kiss, still breathing heavily, coming down from the high.
"That was amazing," Blaine croaked.
"Yeah," Kurt managed breathily, stroking Blaine's curls off of his forehead. "It was."
Kurt watched from the bed as Blaine stood to go clean up in the bathroom, admiring Blaine's flushed skin and tousled hair, puffy pink lips. Oh, the things Kurt did for his country.
"Hey Blaine, can I borrow your computer?" he asked innocently while Blaine was still in the bathroom. After receiving permission through the closed door, he scanned through it. It was a personal computer, he didn't do any of his work on it. The desktop was a picture of the two of them, cheeks pressed together, skin flushed from the cold, wide, goofy smiles plastered to their faces. Back to business, Kurt's brain snapped after Kurt had spent almost a full minute staring at the picture. Right. All the files were named typical things, there were a couple pictures of his family on there. There was a great picture of him and his older brother fishing together, Kurt scrolled through before realizing he had a stupid grin on his face and shook his head. What a shame that such a handsome young man would lose his only little brother, Kurt thought, a twinge of guilt picking at him. Kurt pushed it away. Kurt did not feel things. Especially not guilt. He was an assassin, it was kind of his thing.
Kurt rifled through more of Blaine's files, but to no avail. Obviously he wouldn't keep his work on a computer just sitting around for anyone to find. He was too good for that.
"Are you good with computers? " Kurt asked, forcing an air of nonchalance.
"I don't really do much with them," Blaine replied, Kurt heard the sound of water running. "Sometimes I'll write a paper or check Facebook, but that's about the extent of my experience." Kurt nodded, standing up to search the bookshelf. "Why?" Blaine peeked his head out of the bathroom.
"Oh, I'm having computer problems, I was just wondering."
Blaine came out and walked over to Kurt at the bookshelf, putting his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, so that his front was pressed flush to Kurt's back, and kissing the crook of Kurt's neck. "Go get cleaned up and let me drive you home, baby," he offered, planting a kiss – probably the thousandth kiss that day – on Kurt's lips.
For the first time, Kurt was a little scared. Blaine was this highly intelligent, incredibly dangerous man, but he was good at hiding it. So good, in fact, that he had he world wrapped around his pinky with his charisma and charm, all of his closest friends and family believing that he was just some normal kid. Kurt was acting, but Blaine was too. Did Blaine feel anything at all? Kurt convinced himself that the twinge in his stomach was the fear of being outsmarted, and put on a smile, taking Blaine's hand and following him out the door.
Blaine returned home after dropping Kurt off, flicked the light on in his room and locked his door. He went over to his book shelf, stared at it a second, turned around and checked that the door was locked before finding Sherlock Holmes and pulling the large book off of the shelf. There was a quiet click, a gentle whoosh as the book shelf shifted, revealing a small room filled wall to wall with computer screens and equipment. There was a whir of electricity as Blaine flicked a switch and the computers turned on. A single chair sat in front of one big screen. Blaine sat down in the chair and reached for the keyboard, typing in his password before opening up a search engine he had programmed a while back. One of his better programs, he had to admit. It hacked into the federal government's database of everyone ever born in the United States, provided their name and location. Most people also had a profile of occupation, family, criminal records and other important information gathered over time.
Kurt Hummel, he typed into the search bar. Hundreds of names scrolled down the screen, he quickly isolated the one from Lima, Ohio.
Blaine read the profile, smiling at the picture they had of Kurt before he noticed something. His smile faltered, hands began to shake as he stared at the screen, unbelieving. His pulse quickened as his eyes combed the information on the screen over and over, searching for a mistake, but there wasn't one. Blaine dropped his head into his hands, exhaling loudly and massaging his forehead. Maybe he was overthinking this.
"Kurt Hummel, what the hell am I going to do with you?" he murmured to himself before shutting the equipment off, locking back the bookshelf, and turning in for the night, stomach twisting the whole night through.