Prompt for the fourth day of prompts week- spy!Blaine and target!Kurt :)
Titled after the Evanescence song. Amy actually wrote it after being chased out of her house and having to sleep at a friend's place because of the paparazzi, so I thought it fits quite nicely.
Snow White Queen
"Is he moving?" asked agent G, squinting at the screen.
Blaine didn't know the agent's name. He never wanted to. They all had code names for a reason, and it never bothered him, the mystery never seemed to occupy his mind.
"No. Staying in the lobby," he replied, eyes buried in his own computer. He should go visit the optometrist soon- he could feel his eyesight getting worse by the second, with all that computer usage.
"Switch to the camera in the picture frame, he's right by it."
"Switching." Their target today- Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, editor of fashion magazine named Vogue and a successful businessman- was looking around the room with a bored gaze, occasionally finding a spot on a wall or an inmate object and focusing on it for a few seconds before moving on.
It took Blaine a moment too long to understand what he was doing. When he did, Kurt Hummel's gaze was fixated on the camera they were watching from.
"Shit, shit, shit, he found our camera! He's looking right into it, shit, shit, shit…"
Agent G swore as well, stiff in his chair. Both men stared warily at their screens as Kurt Hummel came closer to the camera, so close that only his beautiful glasz eyes- stop that, Blaine, you're working- were visible. Blaine gulped. Agent G wordlessly turned on the microphone, and they heard the man's calm breath hissing through the speakers.
"Well, hello, Agent A."
Blaine looked at his partner, wide eyed. How could he know Blaine was assigned to him?
They could see just the slightest hint to a smile on Kurt Hummel's face- tiny, almost unnoticeable crow's feet, and then the microphone buzzed again.
"Or should I call you Blaine Anderson?"
You guys. Ugh. Stop being amazing. I love you.