McKinley High, home of the wealthy and beautiful people of the filthy rich and famous.

Finn Hudson was the son of the founder of one of the biggest cosmetic companies in the U.S. Captain of the football team, popular, cute, and dating the school's sweetheart, Rachel Berry--who's two dads between them had more awards than needed. Every chance she had, she flaunted that her dads were Tony and Grammy winning artist and she was next.

Finn's best friend, and confidant, was the ever handsome and just as popular, Blaine Anderson. If you're parents ever need to get out of legal trouble, his father would be the one you would shell out cash to. At five hundred dollars an hour, he could get anybody out of any sticky situation they found themselves in. Blaine was handsome and one of the schools biggest ladies' man that walked the halls. He had girls constantly hanging around him laughing and giggling as they wore too tight clothes to get his attention--which always seemed to wonder and waver no matter how short the shirt or skirt the girls wore.

Surrounding them like a flock of sea gulls to food were all the people who did anything to associate with them. The girls with their attitudes and the boys with their jokes and love of sports. It was typical high school.

Kurt Hummel barely even acknowledges any of them in the halls of high school as they hang around, too busy dealing with all the other people who hate him for what he does. Because when you're responsible for helping your dad bust the bad guys, having friends is few and far between.

He stands in front of his locker as one of his few friends, Mercedes, leans back against the locker next to his.

He remembers meeting her the first day of school last year as she asked for his help with her way around. Never one to not to help when someone needed it, he politely agreed and the rest is history.

"Hi."

"Hey," she says back with a smile like always. She's one of the few people that can look beyond what he does while sometimes helping, too. "How was your weekend?"

"It was awesome," he sarcastically says with a smile, putting a hand on his cocked hip. "I made a new enemy, which brings my grand total to about fifty. I think I get a free toaster at one hundred, so half-way there."

"So, typical?"

"Just about." He smiles at her, glad she puts up with his crazy attitude and witty remarks. "How was yours?"

"My brother visited, so I spent time with him."

"That's nice."

Shutting his locker and turning around, he leans back against it holding his book in his crossed arms. Looking down the hall, he sees Anderson quickly look away shaking his head, going back to talking to some blonde with a shirt that shows too much of her cleavage. He just rolls his eyes at the poor girls attempt to get him to notice when it looks like he quickly loses interest in her.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Kurt says as he pushes off the lockers and smiles at her. "I'll see you at lunch, okay?"

"Okay."

~

Inside the school bathroom washing his hands, Kurt is alone worrying about the current cases his dad is working.

He didn't exactly mean to fall into helping his dad--who was a P.I.--but all it took was solving one case and Kurt was bitten. He loves every aspect of what he does. He loves solving crimes and catching the bad guys. And the pay is very good. But since he isn't old enough and not certified, he has to pretend to only be his dad's assistant, which is about mundane and boring as it can get when he actually does the job.

He's drying his hands when he sees Blaine walk in with a determined look on his face.

"Hummel," he spits out as if the word is poisonous and might actually harm him when he says it.

"Anderson. Now we both know each other's last names," Kurt says with annoyance filling his voice.

"Seems you haven't changed since I talked to you last year." Blaine walks more into the bathroom; hands gripping tight to the strap of his bag. As he stands there, Kurt can remember why it was he had a crush on him last year, and why it's still there this year. He is handsome in a Gene Kelly kind of way. He doesn't let how he looks be a big part of who he is; doesn't flaunt it like all his other friends do. Kurt knows Blaine's looks and daddy's money are the two big reasons all those girls hang around.

"Oh, I remember I jolly chat." Kurt turns around and grips the counter behind him. "You accused me of, what was it...trying to run over you."

"You almost hit me with your car!" Blaine fires back at him.

"It would have been a tap, because I was barely moving. Besides, you were the one weirdly standing behind my car as I pulled out of my parking spot." Kurt remembers Blaine just standing there staring at him and realizing what almost happened. They had a heated argument that Kurt felt didn't seem right; as if it was all a joke what they were actually arguing about. "Anyways, enough with reliving great memories. Nice talking to you, again. We should make this a yearly thing."

"I need your help."

"And I need to go to class," Kurt replies as he reaches for his bag and heads for the door. "I don't have time for your jokes."

"It's not a joke, and I'll pay you."

At that, Kurt stops and lets the door fall close again and turns to look at Blaine. Even though he rather not do it, and let Blaine deal with it on his own, he can do with some extra cash.

"I'm listening."

"Someone broke into my locker and stole my laptop-"

"Why'd you keep your laptop in there?" Kurt questions, looking at him like he should know better considering some of the people that they go to school with.

"I don't like lugging the thing around all day, that's why."

"And here you are: it stolen and coming to me for help. Much great it did leaving it in there," Kurt wittily replies.

"Look, can you help me or not?"

"I would really love to say 'or not' but I need the money," Kurt huffs, pulling out his phone and checking his messages. "Whose locker is next to yours?"

"Santana Lopez. Why?"

"There's this crazy thing where she might actually know who took it," Kurt remarks like Blaine is a kid who doesn't understand. Putting his phone back in his pocket, he looks up at Blaine. "Now you know why I do what I do, and you...what the hell do you d-Never mind, don't answer that, because I really have no interest in the answer."

Kurt begins to step out of the bathroom, when Blaine calls his name again. "Yes, Anderson?" he asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Thanks," Blaine mumbles.

Kurt is surprised by that. Most of the time when he takes cases, the client just grumbles and gets pissed off at having to hire somebody. But not wanting to be too rude, he replies with a simple, "You're welcome."

~

"Hello, Lopez, how's tricks?" Kurt asks as he slides into the seat next to Santana's, seeing her scowl at him.

"Fuck off, Hummel!" She tells him, turning her attention back to her boring teacher droning on about atoms.

"You wound me," he dramatically says, placing a hand over his heart for added effect. "But seriously, who took it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she answers, not even turning to look at him.

"Just like you don't know what I'm talking about when I mention a certain little going on between you a cheerleader with the last name Pierce." He grins when that gets her sitting up and fully turning her attention on him, mouth slightly hanging open.

"How do you know about that?"

"I have my ways," he says, grinning. "So, about that stolen laptop?"

~

"Where is it, Puckerman?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Puck responds with a sly smile, crossing his arms over his chest, his friends behind him snickering.

"Tell you what, you tell me where it is and I won't tell the principal what you do behind the bleachers every Tuesday and Thursday. Deal?"

"You wouldn't?" He sneers at him, dropping his arms.

"I would, and you know it's true. So, either tell me or I have someone I need to talk to in the next thirty seconds." Kurt smiles at him.

They stand there just staring at each other, Puck's friends telling him to just ignore this asshole. Kurt counts to twenty in his head and takes a step back.

"Ten seconds, Puck, better make them count." He turns around and begins to count-down out loud. He makes it a few steps down the hall and to three when Puck stops him.

"Fine!" He hears him call out. "It's in my locker."

Kurt turns around and grins at him. "That's what I thought."

"Man, you really are like people say."

"What do they say?" Kurt asks even though he's heard every bad remark in the book.

"That you're: mean, tough, and a bitch."

"Ah, yes, they have me figured out so well," he sarcastically says, letting out a sigh.

They walk to Puck's locker down the next hall as he says, "You don't mind being called those names?"

"No, because they're not true," Kurt responds, watching Puck open the locker. "I'm only those things when I need to be, not because I want to be."

"Seems to me you're those things all the time." Puck hands him the laptop and closes his locker.

"It's because there's never a dull moment in my life that doesn't require me to be a sarcastic and mean bitch. It's nonstop for me." Kurt thanks him for the laptop and walks away, already knowing who to go to.

~

"Hey, T, I need you to figure out the password for this computer and give it back to me, okay?" Kurt tells her, pulling Blaine's Mac out of his bag and putting it in Tina's lap as she looks at him as if used to his crazy requests.

"I don't work for free," she replies, opening up the laptop and examining it. "Seventy-five bucks."

"Fifty, and I'll get rid of one of your parking tickets."

"Deal," she says swiveling the chair back to her desk and placing the computer next to her. "Who's it belong to, anyways?"

"Anderson," Kurt tells her as he sits on the edge of the desk and watches as she begins to work on it. "Just want to make sure everything is good and there's no viruses or anything. How long should it take?"

"Um...come back in an hour and everything should be good to go."

"Sounds good to me." Kurt stands up and walks out of the computer lab, the one place he knows to look if he needs Tina's help. "I'm going to grab a bite to eat. Want anything?"

"Milkshake. Strawberry."

He doesn't even know why he asks, because when he does she always says the same thing. Telling her okay, he walks out of the school and to his car, rolling his eyes when he sees Finn and Rachel not so discreetly making-out in Finn's car. He also happens to see Blaine, obviously, flirting with one of the cheerleaders. Climbing into his car, he sees Blaine notice him and keep his eyes on him until he drives away, making him wonder what the hell is wrong with him.

~

"So, how easy was it to get into?" He asks as he sets Tina's milkshake by her.

"Too easy," she says as she hands the laptop back to him and grabs the fifty bucks he holds out for her. "He needs to think of something a lot more complicated than his last name for his password. But, I need to tell you about what I found when I got in."

"What...lots of naked people or something?"

"No, even better." She grins at him as she prepares to tell him what it is she exactly found. "He has a file with your name on it."

Kurt looks at her as if he heard right, not completely understanding. "Did you open it?"

"No." She slouches back against her chair and folds her hands in her lap. "I thought I'd give him that privacy."

"Alright," Kurt sighs out, putting the laptop in his bag. "I'm going home and not giving it a second thought."

~

So, he didn't think he was actually lying to Tina when he said he wasn't going to give it a second thought, but he finds himself sitting in front of the computer extremely curious. Powering on the laptop, he types in Blaine's last name and waits. Pulling up his files and searching, he easily finds the one with his name on it. Clicking it, he expects a lot of different things to pop up. But what he finds surprises and shocks him.

Written almost as a journal, Blaine talks about him in a way that is makes it clear he has feelings Kurt had no clue about. Clicking on another one of the notes with a random date, he reads what Blaine wrote.

Every day I see him, and every day I hope that this will be the day I do something about how I feel. But I watch him now as he throws his head back in laughter over something Mercedes said, looking beautiful and carefree, and I can't. How could someone as special and unique as him ever like someone who hides who he really is. Sometimes, I wish I could just shout from the heavens the truth so I could get up the nerve to talk to him.

Kurt sits there stunned and unsure what to do. He can feel his heart racing and his mouth slightly hanging open in shock. Closing that page, he clicks another random date and reads.

Sometimes I catch him looking at me with those amazing eyes and it feels like my world stops. For those few seconds that our eyes lock, I can picture myself holding and kissing him; kissing lips I love seeing turn up into a smile or watching him chew the bottom one when in thought. I so often find myself wondering what his lips would feel like against mine. But I know it will never happen. As long as I pretend to be this person for everybody, I can't see myself being the person who gets to kiss him.

Kurt closes that one and opens another.

I swear some days my resolve weakens so much that I don't think I have the power to hold back. Today was one of those days when he managed to be everywhere when it felt like I was at my weakest. He seemed to unwillingly be in places I didn't need him, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than him. The worst being in the library as he browsed the shelves for books, revealing a strip of skin when his shirt rode up as he reached for a book high above him. His skin was so soft looking I just wanted to lay my palm flat on his belly and feel for myself. But even with that, I couldn't help to notice how cute he looked with a determined look on his face as his fingers barely nudged the book he needed. I was close to going up to him and kissing him like I so desperately want to.

I'm pretty sure at this point I'm falling for a person that will never be mine.

Kurt feels stupid and wrong. Stupid because he never saw it; never even suspected Blaine would be gay. He figures with how great an investigator he is, this is something that should have been easier to discover than a needle in the haystack. He has to commend Blaine for how great he hid it, because to throw him off is a hard thing to do.

But he feels wrong because he just read someone else's deep and personal thoughts. Thoughts about him that, instead of creeping him out, make him smile at knowing his feelings for Blaine were mutual.

Knowing he can't resist, Kurt easily makes the choice to read everything Blaine has written about him in the file.

~

"Thanks," Blaine says the next morning as he takes the laptop from him, their fingers barely brushing and causing a shiver to run down Kurt's spine at the contact.

He watches as Blaine turns around and walks to leave the bathroom, sticking the computer in his bag. If it had been any other person, he wouldn't have said anything, but since it's Blaine he can't hold back. So, he says, "I saw it."

He sees Blaine freeze, going ramrod straight at what he told him and staying that way when he asks, "Saw what?"

"The file," Kurt says above a whisper, and seeing Blaine drop his shoulders.

"And?"

"I always thought you hated me."

"Obviously, I don't, since you read it."

"And I thought you were-"

"Straight." Blaine finishes saying for him, Kurt nodding his head. "Pretty good at hiding it, huh?" Blaine drops his bag and slumps against a wall. "My parents know, and they're okay with it. Can you believe that's what they actually said 'We're okay with it. Just don't bother us.' Afterwards, they shoved money into my hand and told me to go have fun because they were too "busy" to actually deal with their son being gay. Like typical, they ignored me."

"People at school?" Kurt asks, already knowing the answer.

"No one even suspects," Blaine replies, looking at Kurt and weakly shrugging his shoulders. "It's easy to be someone else when you have a reputation to uphold."

"But me?" Kurt quietly asks.

"Yeah," Blaine softly says, giving him an easy smile. "You."

"Why didn't...How long have you felt that way?"

"The first time I saw you on the first day of high school."

"Two years." Kurt can't believe it's been that long, not even realizing when he read everything Blaine wrote. He eventually just ignored the dates and clicked. As he stands there, he says, "You seemed to enjoy being mean to me, though."

Blaine stands up and walks to him, leaving a few inches between them. "Pretending to hate you was worst thing I ever had to do. To be mean and angry and rude to you always tore me up inside, and I never enjoyed it. The only thing I enjoyed while doing it was that I was talking to you and looking into your eyes. I wish I never did or said any of it. I wish I wasn't so stupid and had the courage to kiss you like I have dreamed about for a long time. I wish for many things, Kurt, but...but I wish for you the most. I know you won't feel-"

Kurt shuts him up by doing the one thing they've both wanted to do for a very long time...he kisses Blaine.

The moment their lips touch it feels as if a jolt goes through them both. It's electric and strong, as if making it obvious what they already know, that this is right. This is supposed to be. This is them becoming something--Kurt isn't sure what just yet; them acknowledging and taking and grasping what they've each desired for some time. This is them losing each other in the soft press of lips and the slide of tongues as everybody outside the door is oblivious to a connection being made between them.

~

They eventually manage to leave the bathroom trying not to look or act like they were just kissing. Kurt runs his hands over his shirt to get rid of any wrinkles he may have gotten and fixes his hair. He begins to walk away, no one even batting an eyelash in his direction. Looking behind him, he sees Blaine step out of the bathroom with the biggest grin on his face and begin to walk to his friends near their locker.

Kurt smiles at the bounce in his step he can easily detect.

Going up to his locker, he thinks about the fact that he actually kissed the Blaine Anderson, and it was amazing. Beyond amazing. His first kiss and it was better than he ever imagined. His first kiss shared with a boy who actually likes him and he likes back. The kiss, he realizes, is something he wants to experience over and over again.

Coming up with an idea, he figures it couldn't hurt to have some fun to tell Blaine what he wants.

"Hey, Anderson!" he yells as he begins to walk to Blaine and his group of friends that look at him like he's not worthy of being in their presence. "We need to talk."

"What do you want, Hummel?" Blaine asks, looking annoyed and sounding uninterested. Kurt has to give him credit for how good he...they are both acting. He knows nobody would suspect they were just making-out when they act like they can barely tolerate each other. "We finished our business deal."

"Yeah, I gave you your laptop back. Now you have to pay me for doing my job." Kurt just stands there and snorts and rolls his eyes when Blaine's friends try to be mean and rude. "I'll meet you during lunch where I gave you your computer back and you can pay me there." Kurt grins when Blaine fights to hold back his smile at knowing what this conversation is really about.

"Whatever, Hummel. I'll be there."

"Good." Kurt looks at the people surrounding Blaine still staring at him. "Keep staring and I might do a magic trick."

"What are you gonna do? Disappear." Some brunette cheerleader, Francis, retorts.

"Why would I do that when I can magically appear the D.W.I.s you've kept from daddy?" Kurt smirks at her when she gapes at him. "Don't try to play me, because I always win." With that, he turns on his heel and heads for his class. He lets out a small laugh at realizing he scheduled a make-out session with Blaine in front of all his oblivious friends.

~

When the bell rings, he grabs his bag and walks out of class. While everybody heads for the cafeteria, he goes to the bathroom where he's meeting Blaine.

Going inside, he's immediately pressed up against the door by Blaine and being kissed breathless. Draping his arms over Blaine's shoulders and running his fingers up through his hair, he smiles at being here right now.

"You gonna be missed by your friends?" he asks as Blaine kisses his way down his neck.

"Maybe. But I don't care. Kissing you is way more interesting than hanging around them."

"I completely understand that," Kurt says around a small whine when Blaine attaches his lips to his pulse point and gently nips the skin as he sucks. Grabbing a handful of Blaine's hair he pulls his head back and hungrily attaches his lips to Blaine's, kissing him long and hard.

By the time the bell rings for the end of lunch, both of them are panting and trying to catch their breath. Putting a few inches between them, Kurt looks at Blaine and smiles at the happy look obvious on his face and joy shining in his eyes. He also sees his red, kiss-swollen lips and knows his look the same.

"I'll go out first," he says as he finishes fixing his hair.

"Okay," Blaine replies.

Right before he can open the door, though, Blaine is giving him one final kiss, that makes him slightly weak in the knees.

"I have to go," he says against Blaine's lips, letting out a small laugh.

"Wait!" Blaine says, grabbing his hand and stopping him from leaving again. "I owe you for binging my laptop back."

Kurt watches Blaine pull out his wallet and pull out more money than he needs to, shoving it in his hand. "This is too much, Blaine," Kurt says after he counts and realizes Blaine gave him three hundred dollars.

"Keep it."

"Why?"

"I guess an added bonus for making me the happiest person alive."

Kurt just snorts and laughs, pressing a quick kiss to Blaine's lips. "If you wanted to be happy, you could have just gone to Disneyland. It is the happiest place on earth."

"I enjoy your snark so much."

"Thanks."

"You should go."

"Yeah." Kurt walks out the door, and once again no one pays him any attention.

Heading to his next class, he pulls out his phone and brings up Blaine's number.

12:46

How about another secret rendezvous during lunch tomorrow? You up for it?

12:47

Yes!

12:47

Also. How the hell did you get my number?

12:48

You forget who I am and what I do.

12:49

Kind of scared to know what else you dug up on me.

12:50

Nothing too bad. Although I question your love for getting speeding tickets.

12:51

I have a reason.

12:51

You gonna tell me what it is?

12:52

Maybe.

12:53

Gotta go, Mrs. Charles is eyeing me. Bye.

Kurt grins and puts his phone away, feeling the happiest he's ever found himself to be.