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My name is Agent Kurt Hummel, codename Shadow.
I was given the task to protect Blaine Anderson, son of Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.
When I was given the task, I was unaware that Blaine was aware of his stalker.
Turns out, I was unaware of a lot that was about to happen.
Location: Blaine's Room
Time: Half an hour after the fight
Mission: Discover what the Supers know about Blaine's stalker
Reading people's minds was never something that Kurt enjoyed. Not that he actually enjoyed any of his powers, but that was getting ahead of himself.
Reading minds wasn't like listening to them speak. Thousands of thoughts pass through a person's mind at any given point and deciphering those thoughts was what made mind reading so difficult.
That and it was a lot of sex and death. Turns out, those were the two things that people thought the most about. Well, that and food. Sex, death and food were the best ways to sum up a person's inner thoughts.
But occasionally, a true thought leaked through, a scientific discovery, a way to improve life. Or a secret that they desperately wanted to keep. Which lead Kurt to the situation he was currently in.
The seven superpowered beings were sitting in a circle in the middle of Blaine's room, each sharing awkward glances with another. Blaine was shifting uncomfortably, glancing between Kurt and his friends before looking at the floor while the others looked incredibly guilty.
"So I'll ask again, what is this about Blaine's stalker?" Kurt demanded finally, breaking the silence that rested over the room. Blaine rubbed his forehead in distress, throwing a pleading look towards the attractive spy.
"Kurt, I'm begging you here, just forget that you ever found out about that. It's not something that you should be involved with," the other five nodded their agreement.
"Are you in danger?" Kurt asked, already knowing the answer, but playing the concerned friend. He inwardly sighed, wondering how long this would take before he would finally be able to get the answers he needed to be able to protect his charge.
"I'm always in danger. So are they. It's just part of who we are," Blaine answered nonchalantly, smiling sadly at Kurt.
"Kurt, you have to understand, we have all gone through this. We protect each other. It's not the first time one of us has had a stalker," Nick spoke softly, seemingly accepting their fate.
"So you just accept it? Look, I can learn the truth either way, so why can't you just tell me what's going on?" Kurt bit out the words, frustration seeming through his veins. It was so much easier on his previous missions, rip the information from the brains, beat it out of them, no consequence. No dragging it out like it had been today. He was tired and sore and just wanted to retreat back to his room and collapse for a while. If these damn kids would stop wasting his time…
"We've lived a certain way…" David started to say, quickly cut off by Kurt.
"So that's it. You've lived this way, so it's the way it has to be. I don't buy it. If someone is giving you problems, fix it or stop them, end of story. Now why do you have a stalker and what does he want with you?" Kurt stared intensely at Blaine, seeing his resolve melt.
"I haven't been completely honest with you," Blaine began, rubbing the back of his neck.
"No shit," Kurt snorted, settling back for the story. Blaine smiled sheepishly.
"Ya, well, remember how when I first met you and was telling you about our powers and some of our parents? Well, we all have notable parents. David is the son of Sam Wilson, who's the Falcon. You know about Wes and Thad. Nick is the son of Clint Barton, who's known as Hawkeye. And I'm the son of Steve Rogers and Tony Stark," Kurt had to hold back a laugh as Blaine braced himself for the spy's reaction.
"I know," He replied calmly.
"What!" The other boys yelled as one, looking at him with shock. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Mind reader, remember? Plus, I may have googled you. It's really not that big of a deal," He grinned, enjoying the shocked looks on their faces, "So, stalker?"
Location: Kurt's Room
Time: 1900 the same day
Kurt leaned back against his couch, absentmindedly spinning the Sai sword in his hand. In front of him was a pile of papers he had collected in his mission so far. None of which were revealing the stalker thus far.
"So he first appeared last year," Kurt muttered, making a note on the timeline. According to Wes, he was the first to see the stalker, about three months after Blaine had transferred to Dalton. Wes had spotted him watching from outside Blaine's bedroom while the boy was changing. By the time Wes made it out to the spot, he had disappeared without a trace.
After that, he disappeared for a month before appearing at one of the Warbler's concerts, leaving a bouquet of dead roses for Blaine in the green room while they were on stage.
He disappeared for another month before showing up at the Warbler's regional competition, this time leaving a box full of pictures of Blaine, several mutilated, some with a bulls-eye.
Two months later (one month ago), he appeared again, this time at the Winter Festival where the Warbler's were showcased. This time, he had several items of Blaine's clothing that were ripped and covered in blood.
Kurt knew of these incidents, having fully catalogued them from Steve and Tony. He didn't know of the small "presents" that had been left in Blaine's room, or outside his room, according to his new allies.
A stack of pictures of Blaine sleeping, both in his dorm and at home. A lock of Blaine's hair. Gifts of his cologne, favorite candies, and bowties.
Kurt frowned, sitting away from the papers and picking up the Sai again. Nothing made sense. First the stalker sent messages of hate and death, then tokens of affection. Then he would show how close he could get to Blaine.
Nick had said he and Jeff occasionally saw what looked like someone watching in the woods, but no-one ever got close enough to see who that person was.
Except for Kurt.
After promising to help keep an eye out for Blaine, Kurt had left the group and went back to the woods, looking again for any sign of the stalker. If he had been in that spot as often as the other five had thought, he should have seen some sign, but there was nothing. Not an indent, no missing pieces of grass, no sign that anyone had been in that area except for Kurt.
Except for the picture of Blaine hugging Kurt that was on a tree with a knife driven through Kurt.
Kurt looked over the evidence again, glancing occasionally at the knife that now lay on his table. He suddenly widened his eyes, a smile crossing his face.
Concert. Regionals. Winter Festival.
He was following the Warbler's schedule.
Kurt swore, realizing his next move.
He had to join the Warblers.
Location: Warbler Hall
Time: 0900 the next day
Mission: Join the Warblers
"Hi, my name is Kurt and I'll be auditioning for the Warblers," Kurt found himself in front of the large group the next morning, swallowing his nerves. He saw Jeff give him a thumbs up and Blaine smile broadly at him from across the room. Nick and David offered small smiles while Thad and Wes glared at him from the council table.
"Whenever you're ready," Wes bit out, sounding every bit unhappy as he looked. Kurt nodded, swallowing one more time before opening his mouth and singing.
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clocks screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay
Kurt closed his eyes, willing his emotions to stay under control as he fought to keep his voice even.
Where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they're falling, tell a story
Blaine frowned slightly, confused on the song that his friend had picked. He bit his lip, watching the emotions flit across Kurt's face, the desire to pull the other boy into his arms overwhelming him.
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
Jeff gasped aloud at the pure emotion coming off of Kurt, the pain obvious on his face as he openly expressed himself. Nick grabbed his hand, squeezing so tightly he thought he would lose circulation, but ignoring it in the face of their new friend's pain.
Don't say I'm out of touch
With this rampant chaos- your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
The nightmare I built my own world to escape
Kurt looked straight at Wes and Thad as he sang, daring them to mock him. He felt the anger stir in him at the reminder of how they thought they knew him, how they thought they could understand him. They had no idea of what he had gone through, what he still continued to go through, and from the looks on their faces, they were starting to understand it.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh, how I long for the deep sleeping dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light.
The room was quiet for a few moments as Kurt finished his song before jumping as one to their feet, applauding loudly. Blaine blinked back a few tears, grabbing Kurt and hugging him tight. Kurt half-smiled at him before turning back towards the still-sitting council.
Wes sighed deeply before nodding at him.
"Welcome to the Warblers, Kurt".
Location: Library
Time: 1400 hours, same day
Mission: Homework
Kurt resisted the urge to pitch his calculus book across the room. When he accepted the mission, he had accepted that he would have to do homework again. Why this school couldn't offer normal classes that were possible to pass was beyond him.
"Math?" Thad asked, settling into the seat across from Kurt without invitation. Kurt narrowed his eyes at the unstable boy.
"If you tell me that this is easy, I swear I will throw this book at your head," the spy hissed, his patience completely gone. Thad laughed at his expression.
"Well, considering my father, it is easy for me. I've been learning that my whole life. I could help, if you wanted?" He offered. Kurt opened his mouth to make a snappy comment back but stopped at the look on Thad's face.
"Why do you want to help me?" He finally asked, unsure what the boy was doing. Thad shrugged.
"I made a mistake. I thought that you were hiding something and that you were here to hurt us, so I tried to make you mad enough to admit it. Now, I'm sure you're hiding something, but we all are, so I can't blame you for getting mad. I think, well, I know, we started out on the wrong foot and I want to make amends," Thad rambled, running a hand through his dark hair. Kurt smiled slightly, looking down at the table.
"I overreacted. A lot. I can't tell you everything, but what we were arguing about is a bit of a sour spot for me. If you're willing to start over, I would like to get to know you. The real you, not the green you, preferably," Kurt was quick to point out, having no desire to see a Hulked-out Thad again. Thad laughed loudly.
"Well, he's a part of me too. Look, I came here because we were going to have a training session and we wanted you to be a part of it. Will you come with?" Kurt raised an eyebrow.
"This I have to see!"
Location: Secret spot in woods outside Dalton
Time: 1500 hours, same day
Pandemonium. That was the only word that Kurt was able to think of to describe the training session that he and Thad walked into. Blaine was throwing force fields at David, who was trying to run through them. Wes was using his hammer to generate lighting that was trying to hit Jeff and Nick was shooting at targets that apparently only he could see. Thad had run in and changed forms instantly, apparently having better control of his than his father had.
Nick threw a ninja star past Kurt's head, embedding it in the tree, barely missing the taller boy's hair. Kurt ran a hand over his hair protectively, automatically throwing Nick backwards with a wave of his hand.
"Don't mess with the hair," He snapped, making sure it was still perfect. Blaine laughed, running over and protectively running a hand over it.
"Still perfect," He murmured, smiling shyly at Kurt. Kurt flushed before looking away at the "training session".
"So how do you train?" He asked, not seeing any traditional training equipment or targets. The other boys ran off to show him, not that he understood any of it. From what he could tell, Blaine threw force fields up in multiple locations, David tried to break through them to reach Nick, who kept Wes at bay with his targets, while Jeff led Thad on a mission to destroy every tree that he could.
"Ok, stop, please!" Kurt finally exclaimed, wide-eyed. They all froze, slightly out of breath, "This is chaos. Have you never actually trained with anyone?" The six boys shrugged at him, "That doesn't really surprise me. Ok, look. You are all playing with what you already know. But that doesn't expand your powers. Blaine, you're able to manipulate energy, right?" Blaine nodded his agreement, "But all you're doing is throwing up shields. Try generating energy. Control it. Take a pebble, transfer the energy to it. Make it unstoppable. Make it indestructible," Kurt saw the understanding dawn on the raven-haired boy's face.
"What about me?" Jeff asked, phasing through a tree. Kurt smiled at him.
"What can you phase with? Can you take people? Trees, objects? How long can you hold it? Can you hide inside something? Instead of using it as a defensive weapon, make it an offensive one. You are running from Thad now, using it to get out of his way. Capture him in something. Phase him into the ground," Kurt offered. Jeff's eyes brightened with imagination as he skipped off to practice. Kurt turned to David and Thad.
"Thad, you have really good control for being in that form, but get angry, lose a little control so you can bring yourself back. Learn to manipulate your emotions for greater power. Then challenge David. You're both really strong, so learn each other's weaknesses so you can work as a team. Pick up the slack from one another and use it to fuel your approach," David nodded, fist bumping Thad before turning away. Kurt turned towards Wes next.
"How are you without that hammer?" He asked easily. Wes narrowed his eyes.
"No-one takes the Gavel from me!" Wes boomed, holding the hammer tightly. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Gavel? Really? Ok, whatever. Look, if your source of power is that gavel, then you need to learn to go without it as well as with it. Can you control lightning without it? How about other elements? Maybe you could tap into your power and see what else you can control. Are you still as strong without the… Gavel… in your hand? How's your hand to hand?" Kurt listed off, looking for a reaction.
Wes looked sadly at his hammer before putting it on the ground, "Are you capable of teaching me this hand to hand?" He asked, holding out a hand. Kurt grasped it with a smile and nod.
Location: Dalton Halls
Time: 1700 hours, same day
Kurt walked tiredly through the halls, his limps feeling like noodles. Wes was as strong without the hammer as with, as he found out quickly, leaving him sore and exhausted. But by the end of the training, the spy already saw vast improvement amongst the supers.
"Why, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes?" A familiar voice called out, causing Kurt to turn so quickly he almost fell over.
"What are you doing here?" He demanded, looking around the halls for any lurkers. There was no-one in sight, but he still watched the other boy warily.
"I was sent here. Heard you had a little green problem, so they weren't sure if you were up for the mission anymore. I'm here to observe and report back," The other agent answered calmly. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"It's all under control, Smythe," He responded, walking away. Agent Smythe followed closely, looking around the school.
"Nice setup here, hmm? Any cute guys? I saw the picture of Anderson, if he's half as cute as his picture, I might have to try him out before leaving here," The tall chestnut haired boy commented, looking around the hall. Kurt swung around, throwing the other agent against the wall and placing his arm against his throat.
"Stay away from Blaine, Sebastian," He hissed, applying pressure, "He's too good for you".
Sebastian rolled his eyes before pulling Kurt's arm away and rolling them to the floor, landing on top of Kurt.
"He's too good for me? Like you were too good for me?" He smirked smugly, placing a kiss on Kurt's nose. Kurt flipped him over, driving a knee into his stomach.
"One mistake, Seb. That's all it was. Blaine's too good for either of us, so just leave him out of this," He growled protectively. Sebastian kicked Kurt off of him, rising to his feet.
"Well, we can always see what he has to say about this. After all, I'm assigned here for now, gives me plenty of time to get to know him," Sebastian smirked again, offering Kurt a hand up. Kurt accepted it, leading him down the hall towards the dorms.
"Where are you staying?" He asked tensely, staring straight ahead.
"Next door to you, of course," Sebastian answered. Kurt stopped dead, Sebastian almost running right into him, "It's not that big of a deal, come on now!" he hissed, straightening himself.
"Sebastian, shut up," Kurt hissed back, looking at the door in front of them.
"What's wrong?" The agent demanded, looking around Kurt at the door, "Oh. Blaine's?" Kurt nodded.
"Yep."
Blaine's door was covered in torn pictures of Blaine and his friends and family. Dead roses and rats lay on the floor, dripping blood onto the carpet. In the center of the door, a bloody message read:
Time for the games to stop, my love. I'll be seeing you soon.
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