Blaine had never been in this much adrenaline in his life. He ran through all the red lights, determined to get to Kurt before whatever harm might come to him.

He realized then- in this very moment, in his car speeding towards McKinley High, risking his own life with this reckless yet very advance skill of driving, how strong his feelings were for the boy. He does not know what has happened, nor does he want to stop to think for even the slightest second. All he knew was that the boy needed him. In a terrified, quavering voice. The boy needed him.

The sun has slowly begun to sink down to the horizons by the time Blaine arrived at the school. It was practically shimmering with spotlights shooting straight up to the sky as like calling for batman. A few limousines pulled up where the entrance is, a red carpet leading to the value with pretend flashes to give an Oscar feel.

Blaine wasnt sure what could possibly have happened to the boy- it was at least comforting to know the biggest threat is in the CIAs custody- but it still was unsettling to hear his voice in such fear. Practically knocking less than pleased people over, Blaine makes his way to the back of the school which is relatively dark. Understandable of course. The powers were probably fully generated for prom itself. Without a second hesitation, Blaine burst into the abandon garage and screams aloud for Kurt, but what he stumbled into is far from his expectation.

"Surprise!" yells Tina, looking striking in a grey ball gown with a black sequenced corset, hair cascading down to her waist. She looks absolutely stunning, but still begs the question what the hell was going on.

The garage was not in its usual, rundown state. The dull, cracked walls were decorated with hanging sparkly objects that look like Christmas decorations from years ago. The dim light was replaced by a much brighter bulb, the ground in crimson carpet, but in the centre of the room, surrounded by the familiar faces to Blaine all dressed in their absolute dapper best, sits a poorly decorated throne on a platform. It is an average chair, spray painted gold with a red velvet cushion on its back rest, but the color sparkles in the light.

"This is your crowning," says Marley, looking very coquettishly sexy in a simple red strapless gown that swept the floor when she walked. Her hair is a deeper shade of red than her dress.

"My crowning?" ask Blaine, a little confused but judging from their smiles, it was doubtful to be anything bad. "Whats going on, guys?"

"Okay, let me explain," says Jacob, taking a step forward. Blaine had almost not recognized the boy with his auburn hair slicked to the back, his face clear of acne, spectacles gone to be replaced with contact lenses that made his eyes twinkle. He looks how all the other boys look- in a simple, traditional monochrome tuxedo. "Youre in the running for prom king- I checked- but whether you win or not, youre still the outcast king..for us."

"Pardon?" says Blaine, raising his eyebrow to the boy. He had no knowledge whatsoever at the fact that he was even in the running for the throne, and now Jacob and the others had something else up their fine dressed sleeves? It was hard to grasp, especially since he was still trying to catch his breath from having his heart pounding so fast just moments ago.

"A king should be an embodiment to the people, a beacon of hope, a leader, someone to look to for guidance, a role model, an example..and seeing as this corrupted school always votes for the guy with the best abs with zero moral values or intellect whatsoever, we thought it wasnt right for Puckerman to win," says Jacob. He glances to the rest, whom smiles encouragingly at him. "We want to crown you our prom king."

"But-- why?" ask Blaine, a little confused by the entire thing. He knew hed been good to these group of misfits- but a beacon of hope was overselling it.

"Because you taught us what this school never did," says Jacob. "You taught us to have courage, to be brave, to stand up for what we believed in, to stand up for ourselves, to embrace our differences, to fight, to defend..and personally for me, you..taught me how to be a man," explains Jacob, a smile pulling across his face. "Before we met you, we were just walking victims of the destructive force that is the popular kids. We suffered in silence, accepted the treatment we were given just because the status quo said so, but you broke that ritual. You broke that streak. You changed the game, you reshuffled everything and single handedly obliterated the status quo. You gave people like me, people like us, a voice, not to mention teaching us how to throw a mean right hook. That- I think- is the true embodiment of a king. Agreed, guys?"

A wave of agreements and nods follows, and though Blaine knew what flattery meant and felt like, truly nothing could remotely meet this level.

In that moment, Kurt appears from behind the throne, dressed in an eye catching, traffic stopping, slick navy suit-- with what appears to be a skirt over his trousers. Despite his rather odd choice of wardrobe, he still looked like the finest boy in all of the land. His eyes meet Blaines- electric blue sending sparks down the course of his bloodstream. He crosses the room, long legs in a steady pace and when he is under the light, only then does Blaine notice what the big was holding.

Sitting on a velvet red pillow with golden trimmings was a crown. It was an ordinary crown- shiny, gold platted with red and blue gems decorating the circularity of the object. It is blinding when it catches the light.

"Which is why, no matter who is crowned the official prom king- heads up, its Puckerman. Our king, is you, Lance," smiles Jacob.

There must be a stereo hidden somewhere here for background effects or something because the room burst into a gentle, cordial-feel music as Tina and Marley step forward, taking either side of Blaines hand as they lead him towards Kurt, who is standing there wearing a teasing smile, the light reflecting off the frown, illuminating his face with a golden glow that truly is a testament to just how much he meant to Blaine- a scarce, very valuable item.

"Congratulations," says Kurt, again win that teasing, beautiful smile of his that could have rid the world of all sorrows. He takes the crown in his gentle, delicate hands, passing the overpriced pillow to Jacob before placing the crown they no doubt bought on eBay, onto Blaines head. It sits there neatly, with no threat to fall off-- almost as if it was made for him.

"Thank you guys," says Blaine, trying to keep himself at bay no matter how much he wanted to burst out and cry at how touching this entire surprising ceremony was. He tried to find the words, better words to explain how much they meant to him more than how much he meant to them. These kids did not get it. They gave him more than just a boost of self-esteem, they gave him what he needed, not what he wanted and that was way better than whatever they claimed he gave them. "This really is- amazing, and being friends with you guys have truly been an honor."

"Hey, dont cast us away just yet," teases Tina. "Prom isnt over."

It dons on Blaine right here in this second that tonight wont only be the night everything comes into light for Kurt, but tonight is the conclusion, the final station for the friendship that blossomed in this mission with these group of people he now is not ashamed to call home. This was his community- the real community he never got to experience, and seeing the smiling faces of all these kids, he wondered how life would turn out for them in the long run. Who knows-- maybe he could still see them every now and then, especially since hes resigning.

"Now, lets go get our prom on!" bellows Tina as the others join her in the excitement of the festival. Jacob leads the others out in an excited, spastic dance through the door, but Blaine remains in the post, feeling the soft material of the little throb they hand made just for him.

"Are you alright?" ask a voice that startles Blaine. He thought everybody had left, but Kurt still stands there, in his unique outfit, the spotlight on him.

"Im fine," says Blaine, taking a step so he stood just a small distance way from the boy. "You sorta scared me a little with that call."

"Im sorry," says the boy. "They made me do it."

In reality, Blaine had forgotten the anxiety he felt just minutes ago. Right now, something was bubbling inside of him- a feeling he only ever got when on that faithful day he had to leave his parents behind to embark on the new life he decided for himself..a feeling so overwhelming it threatened tears to rise up, and that was very rare for Blaine. It sucked even more that the moment came in front of the one person he always wanted to be strong for.

"Hey," says Kurt, taking a step closer and taking Blaines hands into his own. "Ive never seen you emotional before. Whats wrong?"

"Just- its a little overwhelming is all," says Blaine, quickly wiping away his tears because tears were a sign of weakness- he learned that first hand.

"Overwhelming, but no undeserving," says the boy, pulling a comforting smile. "Do you wanna know why youre my king?"

"Tell me," says Blaine, somehow anxious.

"Youre my king because, like everyone else, you taught me something," says Kurt, inching so close until his intoxicating, sweet breath caresses Blaines lips. "You taught me how to love."

Blaine could not stop himself from grinning so wide his cheekbones started to ache, and as much as he wanted to say those words back, those three game changing words, he resisted himself because he wasnt going to say it until it was all clear, and nothing else stood in the way of him and the boy. For now, he responded the boy with a kiss- so sincere, and so passionately because if he couldnt say those words, he was damn well going to show how much the boy meant to him.

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The rhythm vibrates the ground as Kurt and Blaine, along with their very own clique, stepped into the gym hall-- which has transformed to something much more glamorous. The walls are decorated with golden lights cascading down from the ceiling, the tables are scattered in the perimeter of the dance floor that is lit up with changing colorful lights. The theme was somewhat unspecific, but it was still beautiful. Blaine had never seen anything like it- something so simple yet so tasty. The only dance he had ever been to was when he was a child and his mother took him to this little mother/son line dancing ball. It was horribly tacky.

"Do you guys think Puckerman has spiked the punch yet?" ask Jamie. "Because I could do with some alcohol. My date is right over there."

The group follow the direction of which Jamies finger is pointing to, where a girl, dressed in a silk pink gown is walking towards them, blonde curly hair bouncing as she makes her way, a salacious smile pulled across her chubby, cute face. Blaine wasnt sure who she was. He never saw her before, but if he was straight- she would be so attractive, especially with that body hugging get-up.

"Hey," shyly says the girl to Jamie, whom practically shrinks into a ball of speechlessness. "You look great."

It seemed like a few long eons before Jamie finally found his voice, of course with Jacobs physical nudge. "You- you too, Kitty."

"Shall we dance?" ask the girl, completely ignoring the crew but who cares. All the better for Jamie to have a little alone time with a beautiful girl. Blaine secretly was wondering how the boy had managed to land himself this girl- she was skinny, blonde and beautiful and though Blaine always did have confidence on these boys, one could not help himself from wondering how an obese boy with a boil on his nose manage to score a girl like Kitty.

"Yeah, see you guys later," says Jamie as he takes Kittys hand and they disappear into the crowd of dancing zombies.

"Well- thats a surprise," says Tina. "Kitty is a sophomore. Everyone says shes next in line for Quinns throne- if and when Quinn graduates."

"I can actually see her being the next Quinn," says Kurt. "Well, if hes happy. Jacob, where is your-"

"Are you stupid or blind?" aggressively says a voice from behind them. The group turns to find a chubby girl, dressed in a navy short dress, her hair tied into two braids and big glasses sitting on her nose bridge. She looked absolutely intimidating, and that was something coming from Blaine. She glares at one person, and one person only.

"Lance, this is Lauren Zizes," excitedly says Jacob. "Isnt she a babe?"

"Uh-huh," says Blaine, stepping aside to allow the girl through as she takes Jacobs tiny arm into her T-Rex paws.

"Youre a minute late. We were suppose to meet at the door. Get me some punch," says the girl. Jacob does a little wave, his mouth pulled so wide into a smile there was no way it was contrieved. They were definitely an odd pairing, especially how hostile and aggressive the girl was compared to little fragile Jacob, but who were they to judge.

"I seriously do not understand what he sees in her. Shes insane! The other day in the girls bathroom, I accidentally sprayed some water onto her shoes, she took my entire bag and dump all the contents into a toilet! Shes nuts, Im telling you," whines Marley.

"Well, he looks happy, and thats all that matters," says Blaine because truly, he had grown a sense of fondness for Jacob. That was a friendship he wasnt too keen to let go of, but who knew..maybe he didnt have to. When everything comes to light, he would be release from the "CIA chains" after all. He would be free to journey wherever he wanted to. Maybe, just maybe, he didnt have to let go of these people after all.

"Im going to find Ryder. He was a little annoyed he didnt get to traditionally pick me up from my home and take photos. See you guys!" says Marley before she disappears into the crowd as well. Slowly, everybody starts to disperse on their own- Artie and Tina head to the dance floor because Tina said, quote "wanted to sneak last minute votes". Soon, it was only Blaine and Kurt left and for some reason, Blaine hoped the boy would make the first move because, in different circumstance, first moves was usually his forte, but at prom dances, he was as clueless as a six month old with the alphabets.

"Whisk me away, would you," says the boy, pulling a smirk. Secretly, Blaine was thankful for once in his life to be instructed.

"With pleasure," says Blaine as he takes the boys hand and leads him to the dance floor where the other bunch of students high on whatever is in that punch is dancing away to some punk music.

However, in that moment, Blaine spots something in the corner. It was unusual to notice something so far away, but he got the feeling that he was being watched for some reason, and sure enough he sees the boy. In the corner, next to the bleachers concealed by the shadow, is Puckerman standing there in a white blazer, a black inner shirt and black trousers. He holds something in his hand- a phone, a flask, who knows. It wasnt his bright blazer that drew Blaines attention but when the spotlight runs past the boy, illuminating only his face, those eyes, dark and vacant are trained on him. He couldnt distinguish exactly what gave him an uneasy feeling, but it was just the way the boy was staring at them..with so much intent.

"You okay?" ask Kurt, earning Blaines attention. He realized he might have gripped too hard on the boys hand. Maybe it was because he was anticipating something bad, and wanted to keep the boy in his grasp..then again, maybe he was paranoid.

"Sorry, a little nervous," says Blaine. He glance to that corner but by the time, Puckerman wasnt there anymore. There really was nothing to fear anyway. Lucius was well in the hands of the CIA. He was good, safe- they were safe. "Lets dance."

He takes the boy into the centre of the dance floor, the eyes of the other students boring into them because-- well, just because, but he didnt care. There was nobody watching him anymore. He knew all the agents would be waiting in the headquarters, and the second he comes back with the discovery, they would be extracted. Now, it was time to let lose.

The music is a techno dance party music, and though Blaine wasnt particularly familiar with this type of genre, that didnt stop him from bringing the house down with his confident, spastic moves with Kurt, who evidently took the memo of letting lose as well because he clearly couldnt care less what anybody thought of them and their dance moves. They jumped, they twirled and belly danced to everything until wearisome took over. But just time time because the music jumps to a much slower and intimate one. The lights dim to a dark blue, with polka dotted white lights raining over them. Everybody pairs up, and without a moment of hesitation, Blaine slides his hand to the small portion on the boys spine and inched so close until he could smell the boys hair. Thankfully, the boy did the same, wrapping his long webbed arms around Blaines neck and resting his cheek on his shoulder.

This particular type of dance Blaine was familiar with. Basically at every family event in the past when he was a child, he would dance with a cousin of his like this, and then with his mother. This time however, this time was different. This time he danced with somebody he had strong feelings for.

"I never knew how fun prom could be," whispers Kurt as the gentle voice of Mariah Carey swayed through the speakers. "With the right person, I guess everything can seem less scary."

"Well, with the right person..everything is possible," says Blaine, nuzzling his lips into the small portion under the boys ear. He could inhale this scent for all of his life, and he would be content. This moment he would treasure forever, because what lies ahead of this night seems very bleak. He did not know the reaction the boy would give, though he was trying to be optimistic, but realistically speaking- it would be too much to handle for the boy, no doubt. He might even see it as betrayal, a breach in his trust, his walls that he so diligently put up when his mother died only to let someone with a hidden agenda in. No, he wouldnt let the boy think that. He would convince the boy, with all his efforts and all his heart..he would not give up because this moment right here, being in this close of proximinity and feeling the warmth life of his body..this moment he wouldnt let slip through his fingers.

"What are you thinking about?" ask Kurt as they take each dance move one step at a time, amongst other swaying couples- a few of which recognizable. Jacob has his twig arms wrapped around Lauren Zizes like he is hugging a huge ball, but surpass the rather odd pairing, they really did look sweet together in a very eccentric way.

"Just- being in this moment. With you," says Blaine.

"You wanna know something?" ask Kurt.

"I hope it wont ruin the moment, but tell me anyway," says Blaine.

"I sort of always crushed on you, even before we kissed," says Kurt. "I just never thought I had a shot..you know, with thinking you were straight and all."

"I figured," says Blaine, laughing to himself as he recalled the night of the after-movie party. That night where he and Kurt had that very heated passiong..Kurt in a drunken state.

"You figured? Someones a little full of himself," says the boy, laughing slightly.

"Its not that. I swore I wouldnt tell you because you werent exactly in the best state of sobriety, but that night where after that after party? Yeah, you were kinda drunk and I took you back to your house and you sort of-- kissed me in your room," confesses Blaine in which the boy pulls back to stare at Blaine with horrid eyes.

"I-- what?" says Kurt, practically shrieking though with effort to keep it as subtle as possible. He wasnt necessarily angry, but the way his eyes widen and his fair cheeks turn red..he was more embarassed.

"Yeah, but it was okay though. In fact, I think that was what gave me the courage to kiss you, and confess to you," says Blaine. "So in alls technicality, I have you to thank..for bringing us together."

"You make it sound like its a good thing! Oh my god, I must have been a slobbering, slurring mess!"

"You werent!" assures Blaine, pulling the boy back into his arms and bring those hands he had covered his face with down, holding them to his side. "There is no way you will ever be a slobbering, slurring mess to me. Youre always- beautiful."

"You just know what to say to me, dont you?" teases the boy, and in a swift second he pulls Blaine towards him, claiming him in one kiss under the shimmering disco ball, in the midst of the conservative students and the rhythm of When You Believe.

In this moment, Blaine knew that he couldnt string the boy along a lie anymore-- or what started out as a lie at least. It wasnt fair for the boy to be manipulated without his comprehension. He needed the truth to come out, and let the boy decide himself whether he would let this prolong, or whether he wanted to leave..either way, Blaine would respect his decision- he would try, with all his might of course to convince the boy that he was mad head over heels for him, but if the boy eventually decide otherwise, he would not stop him. He just needed the boy to know the truth because this lie, this scheme the agency put him up to..it was eating away inside of him.

"Can we go somewhere? We need to talk," says Blaine when they part. The boys eyebrows turn into a furrow, but slowly relaxes. He was after all anticipating this, some sort of truth, but did the boy knew just how big a magnitude this would be? This could possibly alter their future..whatever future it might be, it would be altered.

Blaine takes the boys hand in his own and leads him on, the last note of the compelling song dying away as the exit the gym hall, with a few eyes trained on them- Jacob, Tina and Marley. His insides were threatening to implode, the pit of his stomach turning ice cold. This wasnt going to be easy, and this was in every way prohibited through the eyes of the CIA. Who knew? It might even put the boy at risk-- no, Blaine would ensure that would not be the circumstace. He just needed the boy to know the truth.. all of it.

"Im assuming this is about what you wanted to tell me?" ask Kurt. "Is it about graduation, and how high school relationships usually dont stand a chance when they veer off into higher institutions? Because I have a speech about that."

"Its not- exactly," says Blaine, silencing the boy. This relationship was definitely going to veer off I to something alright, but what that was was enigmatic for now. Blaine takes a seat on the staircase just beside the entrance into the gym hall, where the happenings was very much audible. Kurt joins him, looking a little nervous himself.

"Kurt, theres something I need to tell you," sighs Blaine. The words were climbing inside of him, he could feel it, and it wasnt a good feeling. "This might come as a shock- oh hell, it will come as a shock. But I just want you to know, before I tell you this, that everything has been the truth. You, me- everything I told you has been entirely me and there has not been any pretense at all in my feelings and my words to you."

"..okay?" says Kurt, he looks a little skeptical of the whole thing, but Blaine needed to get that across. Number 1 rule when breaking bad news- always start with compliments. "Whats going on, Blaine? I want to get back to the dance."

This is it, this will be how everything changes and whether he would necessarily like the change or not, it wasnt fair for the boy to no know the truth. He could of course leave and come back, but the guilt would still longer on to him. A lie, a plot was the basis of their relationship even though it grew to be as real as it could be, but the boy still deserved to know the truth of it all so he could make the decision himself- to stay, or walk away.

"Kurt, I was sent here-" starts Blaine, but a defeating sound silences him, making him lose his words and send a cold shudder down his spine. It was a sound he wasnt too fond of, a sound that always have him chills no matter how much training he got in the CIA.

It was the unmistakable sound of a gunshot.

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"What the hell was that?" ask Kurt, but his question was answered when the entrance door burst open and out ran a stream of girls and boys, heels and soles clacking the ground. Screamed were loud and chilling, but Blaine had to act. It was in his nature. He grasp the boys head and managed to squeeze them both into the gym hall- mistake or not, the boy was safer in his arms.

There were multiple sounds of gunshots, but none sounded like the bullets penetrated a body. Some were shot at the ceiling lights that burst into sparks, showering the people beneath with fire. The disco ball is shattered in pieces and on the ground. People were finding every exit they could find, teachers were frantic as they evacuate students. When a small hole is made in the middle of the room, giving Blaine a clear sight to the other end- he sees it.

Five men, well physiqued and dressed in heavy black, were making their way into the gym hall, every gradual step they took, they fired to a random direction. It was only a matter of time before one of those random directions became one accidentally to a student, or a teacher, doesnt matter- somebody innocent. The men were older, with facial hair and scars, but all had the same spine-cold look in their eyes- they were lethal.

"Blaine we have to get out of here," urges Kurt, tugging Blaine and trying to get him to follow the stream of students exiting from the exit of backstage, but Blaine knew he couldnt abandon these people. He was made to protect. His nature was to defend innocent people from people with dark, cynical agendas. He couldnt leave, but he sure as hell wasnt going to let Kurt stay either.

"Go," says Blaine. "Get to your car, drive home and lock your doors. Do not open it for anyone except me, do you understand?" tells Blaine. He knew he should not abandon the boy, or let the boy be on his own, but these people were the current threat and he needed to get Kurt out of here because he knew, a part of him knew, that these people did not just show up here so randomly. They were after one thing- and it wasnt a coincidence that they showed up the day Lucius did.

"Im not going to leave you here on your own, Blaine!" shrieks Kurt, still trying his best to tug him along, but this was wasting time. Blaine wasnt sure if those guys knew how Kurt looked like, but he sure as hell did not want to wait around to find out.

"Get out of here, now-"

"This is no time to be a hero-" tries Kurt, but Blaine was growing frustrated. In situations like these, he needed to be in control. This was after all what he was invented to be- always ready for the worst situations.

"Kurt- you need to get out of here. Im serious. Go straight to your car, call this number and tell them what has happened. Do not call the police," says Blaine. He takes the boys phone from him and quickly dials Carls number, which he knew by heart from the billions of urgent calls he has gotten from the man through the course of this mission. "Call this number, tell them what happened. Tell them Blaine is still here. Go home, lock your door, take your dad and hide in your bed room. I will call you when its all over. I cant explain it to you right now, but you have to trust me on this, Kurt. Please."

Blaine could not have been more desperate. He could here the screams getting louder, the kind of screams that would send shudders down his spine. He could here cynical laughter as well, and- very faintly, the sound of fighting back? Kurt looked conflicted, his fear telling him to run, his heart telling him to say but evidently he could read the desperation that resonated in Blaines face. He pulls Blaine towards him, claiming a kiss.

"Come back to me," says the boy, before he reluctantly allows himself to be pushed out the exit with the rest of the scared stream of students, the ghost of his lips still lingering on Blaine.

Now, only rage was filled inside of Blaine. All he could think about were these people- these five, build like an ox men coming here, heavily armed, to a high school dance, to hunt for one kid. One kid that is innocent before belief, one kid who cares for the everybody else before himself. One kid whom had his whole life turned upside down because these men already took somebody away from him. No, this did not stand for Blaine. He turns, rage brimming and head straight for one guy in particular. He knew he stands against offence because his strategy was always to defend, but different circumstances called for different actions.

The man that Blaine first tackles is an African-American, with biceps as big as basket balls. He look stunned, the self-indulgent smirk on his face disappering completely. Obviously the last thing he anticipated was a student of this school to fight back, but unfortunately for him, Blaine was not a student. He was a CIA agent.

The man stumbles backwards, obviously was not braced for an impact so hard. Blaine knew the others would immediately shoot him, and so he throws one hard punch to the man who falls to unconsciousness always immediately, and grabs the firearm. Scurrying quickly to his feet, Blaine aims at another one of the guys, who is a brute compared to the one he just put to his sleep. This man had dark eyes, tattoos on his face and a buzz haircut. Blaine takes no second to shoot his arm, the one he was holding a gun with, before quickly running and kicking the weapon so far away from his reach. Three guys left, and all were now attentive. Blaine quickly grabs a small pistol from the man he shot, and points two guns at the three men left. He knew he was outnumber- by a lot, but he needed to play if right in order to get an advantage over these pack of clowns. They were playing it wrong. First rule of infiltration- always be discreet, but these guys knew nothing of the fundamentals of an attack.

In that moment though, somebody else comes to Blaines aid when those three guns were pointed at him. Jacob appears from behind one of the guys, kicking that gun to the ground and pinning the tower of a man onto the ground- by his wrist. The other two fools are too surprised by the sudden ambush, and before they know it, they are tackled to the ground too- by Jamie, Phat and Uranius. It was too quick to comprehend, but they were using the moves Blaine taught them. Uranius so expertly flips one of the guys over his shoulder as if he was as light as a feather, only he looked as if he weighed a ton of metal.

"Couldnt very well let you die, right?" says Jacob, a smirk on his face.

"Round them up, using the cables," says Blaine, pointing at the stage where there were microphones- those were the cables he was referring to, but Blaine has different plans for one of the men, who just minutes ago looked so dictorial with their guns and their muscular bodies, now looked defeated and laughable. Blaine goes to the one he shot, now moaning in pain on the ground, and climbs on top of him while those courageous boys round the other four men. "Who sent you," demands Blaine, towering over the men.

"Fuck you," curses the men, before he fills his mouth with saliva, and so quickly spits it at them. This even fueled his anger. This night was suppose to run smoothly. Blaine reaches inside his pocket and pulls on the pen- the one with the tranquilizer, but he didnt have plans to put the man unconscious. Instead, he stabs the pen right into the bullet hole. "What the fuck are you doing! Ah!" screams the boy, in deep agony.

"Im gonna ask you again. Who sent you," patiently ask Blaine, the pen digging deep into the wound. The men resist as much as he could, until no doubt the pain got too unbearable even for a brute like him.

"Lucius Dame!" shrieks the man, saliva slurring everywhere, sweat falling off his forehead. "We were suppose to kidnap Kurt Hummel!"

A cold shiver runs down Blaines spine. He should have kept Kurt close to him. By now, Kurt would have got home-- but is he genuinely safe? There was no telling until Blaine got there. He prayed he was safe, to whatever higher power he did not believe in. Blaine throws a punch to the man who falls into unconsciousness, before dragging him with the pile of men. He slips his watch over, where the distress button was located at and press it before taking it off and letting it fall to the floor. He wasnt going to stay here- he needed to get to Kurt.

"Go," tells Jacob. "Go find Kurt."

"Authorities are coming. Hang put, okay?" says Blaine, before he breaks into a sprint. He wasnt sure how exactly did Jacob know he was worried for Kurt, but right now that was the least of his problems.

Jumping into his car, Blaine quickly video calls Carl through the monitor screen in his car. He knew the watch would lead the CIA right to the school, where those five men would be taken into custody. It wasnt only that the distress call would alert the temporary headquarters, but it would go straight to the big office. The director would know somethings gone wrong because in Blaines previous mission, he never used that button before. He didnt need to worry about that, he trust Jacob and those courageous, brave boys could handle it.

What just transpired was still too quick to comprehend. One minute he was twirling around the dance floor under the shimmering disco ball with Kurt, the next there were gun fires and panic evacuations. It was insane, but right now all Blaine could of was to get to the boy. One of those attackers had confessed they were suppose to kidnap Kurt- which means as much as it was terrifying to believe, there were still people after Kurt. It was a mistake to separate him from the boy to begin with but at the time, it seemed like the best decision. Now, he needed to get Kurt.

Turning the corner into the neighborhood where both the headquarters and Kurts house were at, Blaine had to make a sudden halt when he comes to face a group of people, all crowded around something at the front. Honking did no justice, but Blaine knew he could run from this distance- he could run from any distance, frankly. People were less than pleased to be shoved aside as Blaine made his way through, but when he does makes it to the front if the audience all gather on the street, watching some event, another tremor travels down to the pit of his stomach when he stands upon everybodys fascination.

The house- the headquarters he was just at not a few hours ago was now gone and what lies in its wake are pieces and fragments of wood, all blazing. There were a couple of ambulance behind the yellow line, gathering as much victims as they could. What the hell happened, was the first question that popped into Blaines mind. The house that stood so solid and tall was now a flat piece of land, littered with small fires and broken fragments of wood and furniture and other pieces Blaine had no name for. He jumps pass the yellow barricade and sprints for the officer that is standing by.

"What happened?" urges Blaine.

"Sir, go back to the yellow line-"

"Im with the CIA, you fucking dimwit. This was the operations headquarters. What the hell happened?" presses Blaine. He wasnt going to let some stupid local police treat him like a commoner. He was of better ranking after all. The man seemed genuinely stunned, before he looks down to his clipboard.

"Explosion. Dont know how, dont know why," explains the man. Clearly he wasnt so informative.

"Any survivors?" ask Blaine. It comes to light then that there were at least thirty people in this house earlier, now not once is present.

"A few with serious injuries, some minor. Dont know if any were dead yet," tells the man, again being very limited with his knowledge.

This was getting too confusing- first the attack at the prom dance, now this explosion. Something was definitely up, and there was no denying who was the mastermind behind all of this. What could possibly be next? But just as that question comes to thought, with a trembling realization, Blaine comes to a conclusion. This was Lucius plan all along. That is why he wasnt exactly resisting arrest- this is a plot, a plan he devised to capture..Kurt. These were all decoys to get what he came here got. Without a second hesitation, Blaine breaks to a sprint, but he halts when he sees a familiar face on a gurney. Except that familiar face had blood oozing out of open wounds on his face, ash marks, cuts and splinters.

"Carl! What the fuck happened!" presses Blaine. The man seems to reel himself back to reality before he faces Blaine.

"Lucius- got away. Explosion at the house, dont know how," tells the man, his voice so hoarse and painful.

"Hand in there, alright? Youre gonna be fine," says Blaine.

"The subject. Get the subject," says Carl, and with that Blaine pushes through the crowd and practically runs like a panther down the sidewalk to where the Hummels residence were.

In comparison with ten blocks down the road, this side of the neighborhood is relatively calm. The Hummels front door is closed and nothing looks out of the ordinary. In fact, the surveillance van is still parked across the house in its pest control disguise. Blaine didnt quite understand it, but seeing the protection detail still there gave him a small sense of peace. Maybe they knew Lucius and his men would come here next too. Either way, there was no time to waste. Blaine runs to the van first, to tell the men inside to go back to whats left of the headquarters and count the heads of people. Grabbing the handle of the back door, Blaine pulls it open, but what falls out is far from comforting.

The two agents specifically assigned to keep watch here were now cold, blood-stained and lifeless. One body practically flops out and falls onto the cement ground with a thud. They were here. It might have been ill compassionate, but he had priorities. Blaine rushes up to the house as fast as his legs could carry him and burst into the house, breaking the door into halves. His stomach has turned ice cold, venom practically coursing through his veins. Nothing about this gave him the least sense of ease. A part of him knew what he would find, or what he wouldnt find, but it still did not make it okay to not know.

"Kurt!" yells Blaine into the quiet house, desperately wanting that familiar voice to respond to him. "Kurt! Where are you!"

No response.

The worst possible scenarios start to form inside his head. How could he had separated them? In retrospect, it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it just seemed like the stupidest thing he had ever done. He knew deep down that those man were after Kurt even before they even confessed. If anything were to happen to the boy....Blaine wasnt sure he could live with himself.

The house looked as if a tornado had paid a visit here. The furnitures were flipped over, there were broken glass littered all over the floor, the cabinet that once held crystal decorations were now empty and the contents of it was evident on the ground. Blaine ran down to the boys bedroom, but it looked worst than the living room. Kurts bed room, which was once decorated so perfectly that resonated to his personality is now a torn up mess. The fashion articles that used to be plastered on the walls were now ripped off and were lying on the ground, the mattress had a huge slit on it with cotton protruding out of the vulnerability. Nothing gave him ease, nothing gave him comfort about the entire scene before him. The bed side lamp was shattered, the small little coffee table pulled apart of all its legs and thrown around the room in dispersed manner. Who could have done this-- Lucius men, and come to think of it..maybe Lucius himself unless he burned in hell along with that house? Fat chance.

Blaine ran up the stairs again, pulling out his cell phone in an attempt to contact Kurt. Maybe with any luck they were trying to find Kurt, but the boy managed to escape, or saw those men walking into his house to he made a detour for a hiding place? Who knew, the boy was smart after all, but when Blaine arrives in the kitchen upstairs, his heart sink to the depths of his stomach.

On the ground, laid a man Blaine recognized. He was still wearing his signature raddy old baseball hat, his flannel and his faded heans but something is different. Maybe its because his eyes were closed, maybe its because he was unconscious, or maybe its because he was lying in a pool of blood.

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Blaine stays frozen in his spot, his fingers still clutching on his cell phone. A gush of wind blows into the house through the broken glass window. How was he suppose to gather this? Burt Hummel, Kurts father, Kurts only parent left is laying there unresponsive and in a body of thick blood that is far from the safe zone. Blaine had encountered many dead bodies in his life time, but this one is different. Maybe its because he knew this man- a caring father, a man who just lost his wife, a man trying to make ends meet for his son, the father of his boyfriend. This was why getting attached to subjects and their whole package was dangerous, wasnt it? Because it clouds your instincts and make you dwell on something that is irreversible.

But in that moment, as another gush of cold wind blows in carrying a hint smell of smoke, the man on the ground stirs.

Blaine rushes so quickly to Burts side the speed of lightning was a joke. Burt, who always had a fatherly expression on his face now only looks weak and in pain. There was a long cut on his eyebrow that was oozing a lot of blood, parts of his shirt was ripped out and torn and on his denim jeans was a gaping hole with blood adding on the pool already surrounding his body.

"Mister Hummel, stay with me," says Blaine, slapping the mans cheek and bringing his head onto his lap. "Mister Hummel, its Lance. What happened?" The man stirs in his wakeful pain. He does not seem to resonate what has happened, until the memory of it comes back to him and his eyes open with a jolt and his arms flailing to protect what he thought is another attacker. "Mister Hummel! Its me, Lance!"

The man finally calms after a few minutes of reminding, before he goes into a stir of panic and pain at the same time. He was traumatized, no doubt, but Blaine needed answers. What happened, a brief description of the people who attacked him, Kurts whereabouts and whether or not he could feel his legs. Blaine still felt like imploding out of anxiety, simply wondering what happened to the boy but the sooner he could piece this puzzle, the sooner he could trace down Kurt, and for that to happened, he needed the only witness here to come into a sane mind.

"Where are they? Wheres Kurt- Ow, me leg!" yells Burt as he tries to get to his feet, but Blaine eases him down to the ground again and checks the wound. Blood was too thick to see whether the bullet was lodged inside or not, so Blaine checks the back of the mans thigh and sighs in relief.

"The bullet is through and through. Youre fine," assures Blaine, though mostly to himself. Burt wasnt in grave danger. He must have lost a lot of blood, but otherwise he would live. "Mister Hummel, I need your help here. I can help you find Kurt, but you need to tell me-"

"How the hell can you help?" bellows Burt in a fury. "We need to call the cops-"

"Burt," stringently says Blaine, trying to convey just how of utmost precedence this is. There was no time, he needed Burt to tell him. "Im from the CIA, my name is Blaine Anderson. I know this might come as a shock to you but I was sent here for a reason, and those men who came here was after something of your wifes and they think its from Kurt but its not, and if I dont stop them, theyre going to kill him. I need you to tell me what happened, and who were they. Please, mister Hummel," urges Blaine.

Burt is stunned and confused, his face resonated all of that but above all else, he knew he had to trust Blaine to get his son back. "There were three of them. I only remember two- one had huge muscles, the other was relatively skinnier but had a long scar on his cheek. They rang the bell and said they were the police but they werent. The big one knocked Kurt out and took him and I tried- I tried to stop him but the skinnier one hit me with a bat and shot me in the leg. I dont know what I was suppose to do! I really did try to stop them-"

"Its okay, Mister Hummel. I know who they are. The one with the scar, his name is Lucius Dame. Hes the one who killed your wife as well, but theres no time for explanations. Youre losing a lot of blood so Ill call the ambulance. Dont worry, okay? I will get Kurt back," says Blaine. He knew that that was the most assuring thing he could say to Burt to calm his mind, but truthfully Blaine wasnt sure how to start. The three men- Lucius, one of his men no doubt, and another one Burt couldnt identify. They had Kurt, and his mercy was in their hands.

Blaine takes his phone and is about to contact the local hospital to come and pick up a very injured Burt Hummel when his phone rings and its Kurts number. Blaine wasnt sure what to make of it. Maybe the boy escaped? Whatever it was, Blaine had such mixed feelings of answering but when he does, a dread of fear courses through him when it is not Kurts voice.

"You have ten seconds," says the stranger, a voice so deep and menacing. There is a shuffle on the other line, a muffled scream before Kurts terrified voice fills the speaker. Blaines stomach does a 360 degree spin.

"Kurt? Kurt, are you there?" desperately ask Blaine.

"Blaine? Blaine, whats going on?" says Kurt. He sounds confounded, confused and above all us, scared. It was a shot to his chest how timid that voice was, desperately seeking help but wanting to stay brave as well. He needed to find Kurt, and now.

"Im coming to get you, okay? Theyre not going to hurt you, its me they want. Im so sorry I get you into this, Kurt, but I promise Im coming to get you. I promise you, Kurt," says Blaine, trying his hardest to give the boy assurance but he had to admit even he didnt find it convincing himself. What situation do they have Kurt in. Have they hurt him, do they have a gun pointed at his head? The very though scared the living life out of him.

"Im scared, Blaine," says Kurt, and it was yet another shot to his stomach. The boy was innocent, so young he was never brought up the way Blaine was to know how to handle situations like this. He was a high school kid, trying to find his own place in this world and he did not deserve this.

"I know you are, but hang in there. Be brave for me, okay? Im coming to get you, I promise," says Blaine. He needed to convey that, that even though the boy knew nothing of his capabilities, he was very well capable of saving the boy. He needed to know that. There is another muffling, feet shifting before the cold menacing voice of Lucius feels the speaker again. "You bastard. If you hurt him, Im going to fucking kill you. You can bet on that."

"You have thirty minutes to get to warehouse thirty three at the Lima bay, otherwise-" the sentence is left there, before a loud shrill of agony fills the speaker. There was no question where the scream came from. It was deafening, it was riddled with pain before the phone goes dead and Blaine is left there, processing everything. There was no time to waste. He needed to get to the boy, and fast. If that scream was any indication of just how evil Lucius was, he needed to get to the boy as quick as possible.

"Mister Hummel, I know where Kurt is and I need to go save him. Go to the hospital, the ambulance will be here soon. I cant wait, but Ill get Kurt back for you. Do you understand? I wont let anything happen to him," assures Blaine to the man who is on the ground, clutching on his bullet wound with a cloth. Blaine is about to exit when Burt catches his sleeve.

"Do not let him die, do you understand? No matter what it takes, he stays alive. I dont know what the hell is going on, but I know this- youre in love with my son. Do not let him die, please."

Blaine could not have sped through traffic. He roughly knew where the Lima bay was. It was the Marina where shipments were made and goods were traded. He drove with his adrenaline to get to the boy, above all else, that was his mission right now. He needed some way to contact the headquaters, but he knew even though Lucius never mentioned anything, that he was suppose to arrive alone. Nonetheless, the CIA was a pro at stealth and right now, he needed the back-up. Blaine dials a number into his cell phone because he knew he was drawing close to the warehouse. Jacobs voice fills the speakers this time.

"Lance? Whats going on? Are you alright?" ask the boy.

"Listen, have the authorities come to take those men away yet?" ask Blaine.

"Yeah, and theres this old black guy thats telling me the worst ridiculous stories about you, tell me theyre lying and that youre actually Lance Jackson and not some CIA undercover operative named Blaine Anderson?" asked Jacob. Blaine inhales deeply. This was going to end with his exposure anyway, so why not.

"I am, and I guess I owe you guys an explanation, but right now, Kurt is in danger. Is that man still there? I need to talk to him," says Blaine. A long pause follows before Jacob hands the phone to director Johnson.

"Agent Anderson, mind telling me what the hell is going on?" ask the director, and he does not sound too pleased. He must have been surprised to get the distress call, therefore making his way down to Lima himself with a team no doubt.

"The subject is held under captive. Lucius escaped. The headquaters has been breached and right now, Im on my way to retrieve the boy. The discovery is with my, sir, and I will bring it back together with the subject," tells Blaine, trying to keep his composure. He could be certain he would come out of this alive because he has had worst situations before-- though this time it was different, he could feel it in his bones, but he refused to believe them.

"Lucius? When the hell did you capture Lucius and why in the world wasnt I told about this?" ask the director. He sound furious, but this was getting even more confusing.

"Wasnt told? I thought Sebastian told you?" says Blaine.

"Agent Smythe? Why the hell would he?" ask the director, leaving Blaine in an even more state of perplex.

"You sent him here and he contacted you in front of us. He told us that he told you we had Lucius," says Blaine.

"I did no such thing. Agent Smythe has resigned from the agency," tells the director.

"He- what? Then why would he.." says Blaine, but it dawns on him now. The impromptu arrival, insisting on telling the director himself, stepping away out of earshot to make calls, the blocked files. Carl did have his suspicions about the computer whiz being somebody from the inside itself, but never did they think it was true..and now it was.

Sebastian is Lucius accomplice. But why?

"Agent Anderson, shine some light on this. What the hell is going on," demands the director, but even if Blaine wanted to, he needed to get to the bottom of all this himself. He needed to know why Sebastian was a part of this to begin with. He remembered not seeing any sign of Sebastian at all at the blown up house. He must be with Lucius right now at that warehouse..with Kurt.

"Ill shine some light when things become clear to me, sir," says Blaine before he hangs up and turns off his cell phone. He needed to buy some time to get to the bottom of things, but the director would not allow such a thing. He would insist on a back-up team, or he would demand for Blaine to wait, but there was no time. He knew for a fact that the CIA would be able to pin-point his location through his cell phone anyway, so that should give him a little more time before back-up would come should he need it.

For now, the plan was to find out why Sebastian was behind all of this, and to save Kurt.

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He would not feel nervous, even though he knew the boys life was held in the balance here. Sebastian would know that the discovery was not with the boy, so why would he still kidnap Kurt? He had another agenda, Blaine knew that, and he would keep attentive, play his moves right. Whatever it was, by the end of tonight, Kurt had to come out of this warehouse alive-- not matter what the stakes were.

The air was cold and crisp as Blaine walked into the warehouse. It was a rundown place, with yeast and fungi forming on the pipes. The place was close to the sea, but it was a silent night with only the waves crashing onto the concrete seawalls echoing around the place. Blaine swallows the fear inside of him and walks into the big hangar, which was empty except for a few crates and boxers pushed to the corner and a few gas tanks standing on top of the boxes. There is a structure of scaffolding in the middle that led to the ceiling where there were small port windows that led to the tin roof. There was no place to hide, a bare empty plane. In the corner, there was a metal staircase that led to somewhere unknown. The only exit had to be the entrance, and frankly that didnt play well to his strengths considering the entrance was permeable.

Suddenly, steel doors slide from either side, shutting the big entrance close. It was dark for a second until light begins to flood the room, from the corners then slowly reaching to the centre. There was no sound, silence only fleeted the air, until a person walks down the metal staircase that led to an unknown place. He is build like an ox, bald with a tattoos on his head. His eyes are dark and devilish dressed in a black jacket and black slacks. In his hand, a glock 17.

"Hand over your weapon," says the man.

"If I had any weapons, I wouldve shot you by now. Where is Kurt," demands Blaine. The man eyes him suspiciously, doubting his every word but decides to believe him, which was a bad call considering Blaine had small pistol wedged in the back of his pants. Burt had given it to him before he left.

"Hes alone, sir," quietly muffles the man into a bluetooth headset in his ear. In that second, Lucius Dame appears, looking schmuck and victorious. His scar is still revolting on his face, but that smile was even more appalling. He walks down the stairs as if he was the King of England.

"Ironic turn of events, huh? Just a few hours ago you had the upper hand, now I can squash you if I wanted to," says Lucius, a self-indulgent, ridiculous smirk on his face.

"Where is Kurt," demands Blaine. He wasnt going to beat around the bush. He wasnt going to answer any questions or surrender anything until he saw the boy, living and breathing, and safe, in front of him.

"Tell me, little faggot queen, how long have you been in love with your subject? A little birdie told me that CIA operatives werent allowed to fall for their subjects," says Lucius.

"You dont have to pretend. I know Sebastian is your accomplice. Where is he, and where is Kurt. Tell me now, or youll never get Elizabeths discovery," says Blaine. There was no need for pretense anyway. He knew Sebastian was part of this scheme. The bigger question was why, but for now- he needed to see the boy. Alive and in his grasp.

"Did you now? How did you figure that?" ask Lucius, his eyes with an evil twinkle, smile minacious.

"Look, what is it that you want? The discovery? I have it. Im sure you figured that out, thats why you decided to tell me that you have Kurt under captive. Now, bring Sebastian out here and tell me what the hell is going on-"

"Its pretty simple, really," says a voice Blaine is too familiar with. A voice he once considered one of his pretty best mates in the agency, but now that voice only served to his frustration. Sebastian descends the stairs. "I grew tired of having to constantly live under your stupid and fat shadow, so I decided to leave the agency for good and make a life for myself. Of course, I couldnt possibly start a new leaf without a small trillion dollars, so when I heard that this loser so amateurishly tried to steal a very valuable discovery, I decided I want in, and so I helped him bypass anything he needed and kept him concelead from the CIAs hawk eyes."

"You did all of this- for money?" ask Blaine, confused. He knew Sebastian was always a lesser carbon copy of him, but he never knew how much he affected the man.

"For a retirement plan, actually," smirks Sebastian.

"But-- why? Youve never lived under my shadow-"

"Oh, thats a whole lot of bull crap, Blainers. You knew it, I knew it and the entire agency knew it, and you relished in that fact with your hunger of always having to be the best at everything. Did you think I wasnt going to grow tired of having to always be second to you? Everybody has their limits," says Sebastian. A gun is hanging off his fingers, making it all the more intimidating being in his presence. Blaine was outnumbered. The three of them had their guns- the ox, Lucius and now Sebastian as well, and they all had one target. He couldnt pull the same trick he did back at the gym hall. Difference? They were all attentive to him. Somehow, the gun hidden in his back burns for his touch. "Like I said yesterday, Blaine. This job is taking its toll."

"Sebastian, you dont have to do this," says Blaine. "Im leaving and you can take that rightful spot you want. All you have to do is let me and Kurt go and you can claim the prize. Surrender both the discovery and Lucius to the agency, and you win. I wont even say a word," lies Blaine. He would say anything right now, because that is part of the training. It was a mistake though, seeing as how Sebastian went through the same How To Talk A Neurotic Gun Men Out Of Shooting You workshop. From the corner of his eye, Blaine could see Lucius twitch.

"Dont you see it, Blaine?" says Sebastian. "We were equals. We started out the same. Same level, same qualities, same expectations but somehow everybody just favours you the great and almighty Blaine Anderson, never the Smythe kid. Did you know that I was suppose to take that Presidents mission? I was suppose to be his head security, but the director ruled me out because he said you would have been better at it. And then you had the audacity to turn down the job I fucking wanted? Youre a fucking ignorant little shit, you know that? I refuse to work for an agency that shadows my greatness. I refuse to work for people who dont realize just how substantial I am. If you think I want that title by default, you must be delusional, and deluded with your love for that kid," says Sebastain. Hes too far gone, consumed in his evil plans brought up by his frustration of always having to come second to Blaine.

"So then this is what youre going to do? Leave just because youre overshadowed by me. How shameful. Youre wrong. We were never truly equals, Sebastian. You were always drunk with wanting to be known for being the best, I never did. I knew that I got into this line of a career to protect the country from, evidently, people like you. That is what seperates us. You were always slower, you were always arrogant and to be frank, even if I left, I doubt the director would make you the head agent," says Blaine. He was done trying to calm the man down. He picked on rage now, because with rage came rash and irrational decisions that Blaine could anticipate. He would be ready should that bullet come for him.

"Now theres some truth, huh?" smirks Sebastian. "Youre such a pretty little liar, arent you? You knew from the start that you were on top of everyone else, and you fucking loved it. Heres some truth, you brought this on the Hummel family," says Sebastian. He is calm, almost as if he has rehearsed this and knew every respond. "If you didnt push me to the edge, I wouldnt have wanted an out, I wouldnt have seeked Lucius for my little retirement plan, and we woudnt have killed that stupid bitch of a scientist, which Ill admit was pretty tough."

"You killed her?" says Blaine, completely baffled and shocked by this.

"Well, technically he shot her. I only watched," says Sebastian, referring over to Lucius who stands there with a smile on his face.

"She was a good fuck too," chimes Lucius, which riled Blaine up. He takes a step towards the man but the flicker of a gun halts him in his place. Sebastian holds his gun up, aiming it right at Blaine.

"How long have you been working with Lucius," ask Blaine. He swore to get the bottom of this, to get the truth out, and he would- if it killed him.

"Oh, quite a while actually. You see, what the deceiving little CIA didnt tell you is that they actually put a security detail on that bitch because apparently there were the occasional anonymous threats and that discovery was a project the government funded for their environmental sector. Once I knew roughly what it priced to, all I had to do was pull the security detail out and have Lucius go in there and kill her while I made sure the CCTV cameras inside the school premises werent operational. Unfortunately one outside the school did catch his face, thats why we had to change the entire plan to keep him hidden while I traced the Hummels home. By then, I knew Lucius was too much of a Wanted man for him to be riding trains, so we devised a new plan and evidently, it worked," says Sebastian, his face pulling the most self-involved smile ever it made Blaines fist start to twitch. "So now you know, Im the headmaster of this bitchin plan."

"Youre a sickening little piece of shit," says Blaine. He needed to get at least on jab in there before all this came to a close. He needed to devise his own plan as well.

"Right then, now that everything is in the open. Hand the discovery over," demands Sebastian as he raises that gun again, aiming right at Blaines head. He could reach for his own gun and shoot Sebastian, but that would be too risky. There is a reason why they have the big ox standing over there, Blaines guess is that hes pretty advance with a pistol.

"Im not giving you shit until you give me the boy," demands Blaine. The discovery is starting to feel heavy in his pocket as he knew his and Kurts live both hung on its chains.

"Urg," exasperates Sebastian. "Bring him out!"

There is a small creak on the door at the peak of the staircase, before another familiar face steps out. He wears a white blazer, with a pastel pink rose pinned on its pocket. His Mohawk is slicked and intimidating, but his face is scared shitless. In his grip, is another someone elses. His face hidden behind a brown sack, his hands tied behind his back and on his shirt, stains of blood. He weeps a litte as he is dragged down the stairs, with the other boy.

"Puckerman. I sort of always expected this to come," says Blaine. There is something wrong with the way Puckerman looks. Normally, his face is plastered with this menacing, aggressive, bravado look but tonight, he looks rather nervous and unease.

"Blaine? Blaine is that you?" shouts Kurt, his voice hopeful.

"Im right here, Kurt. Dont worry. Nothings gonna happen to you," says Blaine, trying to assure Kurt because despite how outnumbered he is with a trained CIA operative, a football captain and two armed men, somehow he would get Kurt out of this mess. Besides, if his timing was right, the CIA would have pinpoint his location by now and hopefully this place would be swarmed with agents. Maybe not telling them immediately where he was going was a bad plan after all.

"Thats right, little Kurtie," mocks Sebastian. He walks over and pulls Kurt from Puckermans grip, pulling the sack off of Kurts head. The boy flutters for a moment or two, his eyes adjuting to the light and taking the scenario in, before those terrified, innocent cyan eyes fall upon Kurts and it was all Blaine could do then to not pull out his small gun and take shot at everybody. "Hero Blaine Anderson is right there, about to save your life."

"Whats going on? Who the hell are you?" says Kurt. It was comforting that the boy had some fire in him, even though there was a huge slit of his cheek that is oozing blood. No doubt who did that- Lucius.

"Whats going on? Hm, how about we shine some light on this entire ordeal, shall we? Blaine, how about you share a little on how and why you met this boy right here?" ask Sebastian. This was uncalled for. Sebastian demands him to reveal everything here and now, and given his gun was just inches away from Kurt, there was no arguing with him. For now, he had the upper hand. "Okay, if Blainers isnt a good sport for show and tell time, Ill do it on his behalf. You see, Kurt, Blaine here is a CIA operative and he was specifically sent here to Lima, Ohio of all God forsaken places, to befriend you because your late mother, whom I killed, had invented something that is very, very, very valuable and important to our good ol government. Blaine here, whom Im sure you think is your soul mate, is your knight and shining armor and whom you thought you met in fate is actually false. Hes been playing you, deceiving you and pretending to be in love with you because in the life of Blaine Anderson, he would do anything to succeed a mission."

Kurt is speechless. His eyes widen and forms tears, throat caught with something and breathless. Blaine could see the boy almost wanting to pass out from this information, but he keeps strong because he knows he needs to. Blaine refrains from saying anything, because there was no point. Let Sebastian feel like he has the upper hand. People who are consumed in their own self-proclaimed victory will always get distracted in their own wins.

"You killed my mother you son of a bitch!" shrikes Kurt. He thrashes in his place before Sebastian throws the boy to the ground in which he yelps and groans in pain. Blaine rushes to the boy, but Sebastian raises his gun- this time, to Kurt.

"Not another step, Blaine. Im afraid I dont have much time left. Hand over the discovery so I can kill you both, or maybe I should kill you both and get it-"

"Dude! What the hell are you doing? You said all you needed was that stupid flash drive! You never said you would kill him!" argues Puckerman. There was it, Blaine knows it now. He is in a state of fear. He wasnt prepared for this. Puckerman was scared.

"What are you getting out of all this, huh Puck?" ask Blaine. If he wasnt going to crack Sebastian, he needed to crack somebody on Sebastians side. "What did they promise to give you if you help them kidnap Kurt?"

"What?" says Puckerman, confused by the question. That wasnt a surprise. The boy wasnt as bright anyway.

"Did they promise you money, an endless stream of prostitutes? What? Why are you a part of this? You do realize youre eighteen years old, right, and this entire thing right here, being a part of this is not actually a good way to start your future plans-"

"What do you think youre doing? Are you seriously trying to manipulate him to turn against me, Blaine?" says Sebastian.

"Im not the one manipulating him here, Sebastian. So why, Puckerman? This whole thing will follow you for the rest of your life, you know that, dont you?" says Blaine. He was trying to break Puckerman because out of the four, Blaine knew that Puckerman was the one with the most chinks in his armor. He was the weakest, the one less prepared for this entire mess. "When you get arrested for this, whatever college you applied to, whatever job you think you want to get, thats all gone because of this. Youre doing this because Lucius is your uncle, arent you? And you feel like you owe it to him because hes your blood? Youre wrong. You dont have to succumb yourself to this, Puckerman. You dont have to succumb your whole life for this-"

"Enough!" angrily bellows Sebastian in frustration. He clearly is getting impatient, but there was somebody else Blaine intends to break. He needed a distraction, the focus to not be on him so he could pull out his gun quickly without anybody noticing and start taking shots. Thats what he needed to do.

"What percentage of this are you getting, Lucius?" ask Blaine, clearly taking the man by surprise.

"Excuse me?" says Lucius, a little confounded.

"Sebastian clearly has his plans mapped out, but what are you getting out of all this? Youre clearly the prime suspect of Elizabeths murder, and now that Sebastians out of the CIA, youll have no coverage. Everyones going to be looking for you, not him. So I ask, what are you getting out of all this? A couple of millions that you tell yourself is enough?" ask Blaine, aiming to manipulate Lucius and turning the tables around to Sebastian. "You do know that this discovery is worth so much more than just a couple of millions, right?"

"Dont pay attention to him. You know what youre getting. A getaway and enough money to last you a life time," responds Sebastian. "Now, hand the thing over."

"A getaway? How do you know that exactly, hm? That house you guys blew up had twenty over agents in there. Do you really think the CIA wont search every fucking inch of this Earth to find you, seeing as how youre going to be the one they all think is behind all of this? Trust me, the CIA wont stop until they avenge their agents, and theyre not going to stop until they get you. You literally will be hunted down for a crime Sebastian did," says Blaine. He knew he was pushing the buttons here. Sebastian had a gun pointed at Kurt after all, but this was a tactic, a distraction for Blaine to get Kurt out of here.

"Do you really think this is going to work? I can see what youre doing-"

"How can you ensure my getaway?" ask Lucius, his gun hanging from his fingertips. "I mean, the fucker has a point. You dont work for the CIA anymore, therefore you have no advantage. How can you make sure nobody finds me?"

"Look, weve already discussed this-"

"Yeah, well I still dont see how you can hide me for good," argues Lucius, and when Sebastian hand drops to his side together with his gun, Blaine knew this was his only shot. He had succeeded, to draw Sebastians attention away from them and to Lucius instead. The gun wedged in the back of his pants was practically burning his skin. This was his chance. The man in the back, the one Burt described, isnt too far away from his shooting range. "I dont want to find out you threw me under the bus in the long run. I have no reason to trust you after all."

This was Blaines moment. He pulls his gun from the back so swiftly nobody even noticed until Blaine fires his first shot right at the Ox man standing at the far back. It hits him square in the chest before he collapses like a tower. Sebastian and Lucius is alarmed but as they turn, Blaine manages to fire another shot and it hits Lucius right at his arm, dropping his weapon to the ground. Blaine breaks into a short run, jumps in the air and throws his foot right at Sebastians face, whom is too surprised to react, so instead wails in agony as he falls backwards, his nose dripping with a heavy flow of blood. This was his chance. Blaine grabs Kurt by his arm, hoist him to his feet and the both of them breaks into a sprint. In their way stood Puckerman, but instead of stopping them, he just stands there, looking perplexed. He really was not prepared for this.

From the back, a shot is fired and it misses Blaine by an inch, hitting the metal railing. He knew more would come, so Blaine pulls Kurt in front of him tells him to run for the door as he unties the boys hands. He knew he could not disobey especially given the circumstances so Kurt runs for the door. As Blaine climbs the stairs, he rains a stream of bullets over his shoulder, not caring who it would hit because to be frank, Blaine would have been satisfied if it hit anybody at all. But when the sound of a huge explosion shakes the warehouse, Blaine turns to realize his bullet had hit directly at one of those gas tanks and in its wake, sets off the rest of the four. Fire starts to break out, climbing up the oil pipes, up to the ceiling. The crates are shattered too but the contents was far from comforting. Whatever was inside the crate were bottles of flammable liquid of some sort that leaks across the ground, the fire following its trail. Where the altercation transpired just minutes ago, was now covered in raging fire. The front entrance is now barricaded with fire, there was no point trying to escape from there. There was no sign of Lucius or the Ox man anywhere. Maybe they were killed in the explosion, with any luck, but when the staircase shakes, Blaine knew somebody was on their trail so he runs after Kurt who is standing inside the control room, urging Blaine to hurry so he could shut the door, and thankfully, despite Sebastian and Puckerman on their trails, Blaine makes it.

But there was no time to catch a breath because in what seemed like no time at all, the entire warehouse has caught fire and now thick, dark smoke choked and blinded them. There had to be a back exit here somewhere, and Blaine intend to find it because come everything else, Kurt comes out of this alive. "We have to keep moving. Come on," says Blaine.

He grasp the boys hand and they run down a long corridor that should have been where most of the goods were stored in. There were crates in the middle of a square metal bridge, with yellow railings beside them. This place was bigger inside than it seemed outside. This had to be the back room, and there were about five to six levels here- staircase after staircase. Blaine needed to find an exit soon because somehow the fire managed to bypass everything and now the crates have caught fire too, sending thick smoke climbing up to their nostrils.

In that moment, however, Kurt is yanked backwards and Blaine follows suit as their hands were entwined. To his horror, when Blaine spins around to find out the cause of the sudden brake, Sebastian has a grip on Kurts ankle. He appeared from nowhere at all. His face is burning red from the smoke choking him, and his eyes were puffy. There was no time to wonder where or how he caught up to them. Blaine practically shoves Kurt to the side and in one swift movement, jumps onto Sebastian, pushing him off Kurt. He is fueled by his anger of everything that Sebastian said, all the things he did, and all the things he accused Blaine of for bringing harm upon the Hummel family. He throws a punch, practically gouge his eyes out with Sebastian doing everything always equally or better, but then suddenly Sebastian grabs the gun Blaine had stored behind his pants, presses it against Blaines chest and pulls the trigger.

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It happened too quick for Kurt to comprehend. One minute, he was in the safety of Blaines tight clasp, running from danger to find an exit that was at the end of this long metal bridge they were on, the next he is pulled backwards, and Blaine tackling the man that killed his mother, next a shot is fired and Blaine falls to the ground, a gaping hole on his chest with blood oozing out of it. The man behind the trigger is horrified by his own actions. He stares down at the gun in his hands, eyes wide and trying to believe what he just did. Filled with anger, Kurt jumps to his feet and lunges for the man whom falls to the ground. This man killed his mother, threatened his own life and now had shot Blaine. He was furious, and he wasnt going to wallow in his own self pity. This time, Kurt acted in his fury. He throws a series of punches as hard as he can despite how painful his fist were and how cramped his arms were, he persevered on to make this man pay, until he is abruptly shoved aside and the man takes off- gun in hand, and disappers in the cloud of thick smoke.

"Blaine!" cries Kurt. He rushes to the boys side. In this proximity, the bullet hole is worst. The blood had stained the white shirt Blaine had on for prom. Gone was the pure white, and is now replaced with a spine-chinning, thick blood stain. "Blaine- what do I do?"

"Go, Kurt you have to get out of here. This place is going to collapse," says the boy, and it was true. As Kurt looks up to the ceiling, it was blazing and a few pieces of the tin roof was already falling. It was only a matter of time before it came crashing down on them, burying them in its rubble.

"Im not going to leave you!" shrieks Kurt as he tries to hoist Blaine to his feet, but there was no point. He knew he couldnt carry the boy all the way to the exit in time, this was inevitable, but Kurt refused to believe it.

"Kurt, please," chokes Blaine as he coughs searingly, the blood from his chest still oozing out. "Please, get out of here now. You dont have much time." Kurt is speechless, drowned in his tears and wondering desperately how tonight that was suppose to be so blissful make a turn for the absolute worst. "It wasnt a lie, Kurt. I was sent here, I was- but how I feel for you, and everything I said..nothing was pretend. Thats what I wanted to tell you earlier today."

"Blaine-- please," begs Kurt, but he knew he was preaching to no higher power. This was it, despite how much he refused to believe it, this was it. He feared their relationship would veer off to an end when they graduated, but never did he dream this would be their end. Blaine stirs a little as he reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls it out and hands them over to Kurt.

"Give that to the CIA. Get out of here, now," says the boy. Kurt was not interested to know of the contents. He wasnt going to leave Blaine in this blaze alone. "Im so sorry for all this. I promised your father that you would come out of this alive. Please- dont make me fail him, Kurt." A piece of the room suddenly falls right behind Kurt, sending him in an surprise shrill. Fire starts to catch on the hem of his slacks, and by now he knew he would have to leave, but he clutches on the boys hand because he wasnt ready to let go. "Do you remember what I said about the evolution of stars dying?"

"Yes," timidly says Kurt through his sobs.

"Well, its true on our little theory, Kurt," says the boy, pulling a weak smile as his face starts to drain of its colour. "Youre my wish upon a star that took so long to come true."

"Blaine-- please..please dont die," begs Kurt.

"Youre going to live a long, full life ahead of you with nothing but joy and happiness, I know that for a fact. Believe me, despite everything you will be told after this, that my feelings are true and despite how I met, how I feel for you is genuine, Kurt," says the boy. His hand raises to stroke Kurt on the side of his cheek one final time. "I love you, Kurt."

The sun that were his eyes sets into the horizon as the life drains away from him. He inhales a last breath. Kurt shakes the boy, screaming, begging him not to go into the light. His lungs expands both from the smoke and the desperation, chest constricts and his eyes begin a waterfall. This could not be it, the boy couldnt just slip away like this and though the reality was there, blatantly there, Kurt refuses to accept what is, until he feels a pair of hands grasp around both of his arms.

"Kurt, we have to go!" urges Puckerman. "This place is going to collapse! Hes gone Kurt, theres nothing you can do! Come on!" It takes no effort whatsoever for Puckerman to hoist Kurt on to his feet, no matter how resistant, practically clawing onto Blaines tuxedo, the one now stained with blood and debris. He tries to fight Puckermans grasp, tries his hardest to get back to the boys lifeless body but it was no use.

As he turns back, savoring the image of the boy, the sweet boy Kurt had fallen madly in love with, the ceiling eventually collapses as the flames engulfs the boys laying corpse.