Bad boy meets Cop

Kurt Hummel was extremely proud of himself. Being a Captain of the NYC police force at the age of 23 was no laughing matter, and he knew that he'd be climbing up the ladder in the coming years as well. It was especially a big accomplishment when one was an out and proud gay and looked as delicate as he did. But people never underestimated him twice, probably by the time they were flat on their back with his handgun pressed to their heads or when they were being zapped by his taser. Either way, the other officers knew by now to treat Captain Hummel with respect.

As Kurt walked though his police station, he wasn't above gloating. Life has been going in the right direction. Yes he was currently alone, and hadn't had sex in a year actually. But Kurt was more focused on his career anyway. He remembered how his last relationship had ended. Nick had been a brat, one that had been spoiled by daddy way too much. So it was hardly surprising when the kid had given Kurt an ultimatum, Him or his job. Kurt snorted, remembering his actions; he'd kicked the kid out on the curve as soon as he'd made him choose. 'Hmmm, I don't even know why I was with the brat..ummm probably cuz he was really tight and didn't mind getting fucked on the kitchen table'. Kurt smiled.

Finn Hudson, Captain Hummel's Lieutenant winced as he walked with Kurt. It anyone saw Kurt's face now, they'd probably be awed by that sweet angelic smile. But Finn knew… Kurt was evil. He shuddered as he remembered some things he'd rather forget. YUP, no matter what everyone saw on the outside, Finn knew that his step brother was an evil, terrible man.

Kurt's grin just grew wider when he saw Finn cringing away from him. Yup, life was good.

What Captain Kurt Hummel wasn't aware of, was that a storm was about to rearrange his life.

Blaine Anderson was a bad boy. He hadn't thought when he was a kid that he'd grow up at the age of 20 and be a bad boy… but circumstances forced people to do things that they'd rather not do. He used to be a dapper young man, who went to a privet school, sang cute romantic songs; a typical bashful schoolboy. Until his parents found out he was gay, and kicked him out of the house at the age of 15 with no money and no place to live. Then things just went from bad to worse. He had to quit school because he didn't have any money; while his friends wanted to help they had been stopped by their parents when Blaine's parents made sure to talk everyone out of helping him. They were influential people after all. Not wanting to make things difficult for his friends Blaine had taken what little money he'd saved and moved to NYC. Then things got even worse. There he hadn't known anybody, and not many people were willing to hire an underage homeless boy. Blaine quickly learned that the world wasn't a very nice place, and you had to do unpleasant things if you wanted to survive.

Blaine didn't want to live the rest of his life on the streets, and while singing might have brought him a couple of dollars, it really wasn't enough to feed him daily, much less put a roof over his head. Not to mention the streets were a dangerous place. Also Blaine wasn't really interested in becoming a whore for money either. Though he knew that if enough time had passed by, his hungry belly might've made the decision for him.

But lady luck decided to be a little nice to Blaine one day. He was getting beaten up by around twenty guys. He'd already taken down ten, but it was getting harder and harder to push them back. Starting that Fight Club in his school and the skills he learned there was coming to be handy at that moment. Long story short, the boss of the gang had been impressed by Blaine's fighting skills, and let's just say the rest is history. That's how Blaine was introduced to the underground world of New York City and how that day he became a part of it.

Now five years later, Blaine wasn't doing too badly for himself. He was a free agent, doing various chores and assignments for the big leaders, mixing with the small crowd, basically a middle man. He went under the radar in the underworld, but a lot of people were still very aware of him though. If Blaine had wanted to, he could've climbed to the top of the ladder. However, one habit from his past had remained with him; he tired not to directly hurt people and didn't like to hurt people. But Blaine was no longer the sweet boy from all those years ago, this kind of life had changed him. He now fought like a savage and swore like a sailor. He was a dangerous person now, a hidden important figure and the best thing? Blaine has never been caught once, by the cops or any other do gooder. Blaine didn't like his life, but he knew that it couldn't get any better than this; it was even peaceful in a way.

What Blaine Anderson wasn't aware of, was that his whole life was going to be uprooted again.

Blaine watched the drug trade with narrowed eyes. He really wasn't a fan of drugs, it made people do things they didn't want to, and it changed people. But who was Blaine to point fingers. He wasn't here for the trade; he was summoned to talk to one of the bosses, probably to carry a message to someone else.

Suddenly Blaine heard noises of fighting and gun shots. "Shit! SHIT! Drug bust!" he furiously whispered, looking for a way to get out of there quietly.

Just as he was slipping out, there was a large hand clamping down on his hand. Attached to that hand was a large police officer, saying "You have the right to remain Silent –" Blaine silenced him with a quick kick to the head.

He took down three more officers before they were able to subdue him with four more.

"Fuck you guys, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! Let me go you PIECE OF SHITS! LET ME GO!" Before the first officer he'd hit got tired of his crap and hit him with the taser. Just as Blaine went down, the last thing he saw were a pair of icy blue eyes and a smug smile looking down on him. Blaine's last thoughts were '…what a cocky bastard' before he slumped unconscious.

When Blaine woke up, it was because he'd received a face full of cold water. Harsh bulbs were lighting up the room, and he recognized that it was an interrogation room. When he finally was able to focus his eyes, he saw a strong looking woman in uniform sitting across from him.

"Who are you? And what do you want?" Blaine rasped out, his voice hoarse from a lack of water.

"Sue Sylvester Kid, Sheriff to you " the woman gave him an evil smirk.

Blaine gasped as finally recognized and realized he had the Chief of Police in charge of NYC, sitting across from him on the table.

"I've been searching for you for a long time kid. You're not one of the big fishes in the sea, but you're that tiny fish that knows everything and can slip in any hole to escape. I'm really glad that my boy Hummel was able to capture you, even though unknowingly."

"What the FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" Blaine was screaming at this point. Things weren't looking too good, and he really didn't want to go to jail.

"Shut up kid and Calm down. I have enough dirt on you to throw you behind bars without even a trial. So shut up and listen to me, I have a proposition. It'll get you out of jail, and you'll be able to live a good life too" Sue tried to give him a gentle smile, trying to calm the kid down. Though she stopped smiling when he gave her a horrified look. OH ya, she remembered, there was a reason why she didn't smile.

"Are you gonna make me go undercover or something. Be a spy? Cuz I'd rather go to jail. I'm not doing shit like that." Blaine protested.

"I considered that for a minute kid. And I'm heartless but even I have my limits sometimes. Here's what I want you to do."

After the explanation, Blaine was sure that Sheriff Sylvester really was heartless. What she was considering was the same as throwing him in a pool of piranhas. Though he had to admit that if based on that 1% chance he survived… then he could have a pretty good life.

"Why are you doing this? Shouldn't you just be putting me behind bars?" Blaine was suspicious.

"Look kid I have nothing against you. I know your entire story boy, and it really was circumstances that made you do half the shit. I have spies out there kid, and they told me that you avoid the really bad stuff. In truth you really do just run errands. You could've done a lot more, but you don't cuz you have a good heart. I've seen a lot of messed up people in my line of work kid, and I gotta say that the life you've had to choose isn't the one for you. So I'm gonna be straight with you, I'm giving you a chance to start a life. Take it or leave it. It's gonna be hard work on your part, but I'll make sure that it pays off. You'll be useful kid, I can tell."

By the time Sue finished, Blaine was sure that she was being sincere. Blaine could tell when people were lying to him.

"I'm in."

Captain Hummel had been called to the headquarters to see the Chief of Police. He smiled as he walked, thinking that it was probably related to that successful drug bust he'd conducted a week ago. However when he entered the room, he started to get a bit nervous. The commander of his area was also present in this meeting… something fishy was going on, especially when Sue was trying to give him a smile, though like always she really wasn't succeeding.

"Sit down kid. How've you been?" inquired Sheriff Sylvester.

'YUP, something is definitely up. Especially when she's trying to be NICE.'. Kurt frowned as he sat down.

"Cut to the case Sheriff, what up?"

"I wanted to congratulate you on the Bust. You did a pretty good job, though I would've done better. Anyway, I got a special assignment for you Hummel." Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Hmmmm… go on. By the way, Why is the Commander here?" asked Kurt. The commander was looking uncomfortable, as if not willing to meet Kurt's eyes.

Sue spoke up, "The mission is tough of course, he's here to convince you."

"What are you up to Sue? Get to the real deal." Kurt didn't want to chase around the bush all day.

"The name Blaine Anderson rings any bells kid?"

"….hmmm… ah, isn't it the small fish that you've been trying to catch for a couple of years?"

"Ya, and you caught him for me boy." Sylvester help up a picture to Kurt.

Kurt looked at the curly hair and big hazel eyes and instantly recognized the boy as the one he'd seen trying to slip away from the back. He'd thought the kid was super cute but that didn't stop him from sending Finn after him. Of course then he learned about the filthy mouth and animal fighting skills that also went with that cute face. The kid had injured three of his best officers. Kurt wasn't very pleased.

"What about the Fucker?" Sue raised an eyebrow at the filthy language. Ah, so Kurt wasn't very happy huh? This just made things more interesting. So she explained what she wanted from him.

Kurt's voice grew quiet. "So let me get this right. You offered the kid a chance at a good life. All he has to do is join the police force. He's starting tomorrow, and you're putting me in direct charge of him. You want me to train him personally, show him the ropes, and you want him to LIVE WITH ME?" By the end, Kurt was yelling at her.

Sue just smirked at him in agreement. Kurt turned to the Commander "She can't be serious! She's putting a dangerous criminal rookie in my station, and wants me to personally look after him!"

"Kurt, don't yell. It's an assignment. Sue knows what she's doing." He explained gently.

"What the fuck dad! Is this some sort of punishment?"

"KURT HUMMEL. I'm your superior, not your dad at the moment. You WILL be respectful." Burt glared at his son. Sue snorted 'He's certainly acting like a dad.'

She finally spoke up "Hummel listen to me. It's an order." Seeing Kurt calm down she continued.

"Look kid, I'm getting old. I didn't want to tell you about this so soon but you're forcing me. I'm gonna retire in about five years and go live in Hawaii, and no one is gonna mess with my plan. No ONE. Now I'm the responsible kind of person, so I don't want to leave all my shit to some stupid ass. I've had my eyes on you for a long time kid. You're not as good as me… but you'll do. You have that twisted quality I'd been looking for. So ya, you do this and it'll just be another proof that you'll be able to handle my job in five years down the line. I'll make sure that you climb up the ladder easy, but I'm sure that you'll do that on your own anyway. I have a lot of faith in you kid, don't let me down." Just as Kurt opened his mouth to protest, Sue just rolled over him.
"Shut up kid. Listen, you've seen Anderson's file, I've shown you all the details before. And you know that the kid went down that path because he didn't have many alternatives. You can't fault him for that. You know that he has a good heart; he just needs a second chance. And you can give him that."

Kurt stopped, knowing that he wouldn't like this but that he would always give a person a second chance. "Admit it, you just want to torture me by putting a rookie under me" was Kurt's last grumble of protest.

And Sue knew that she had him, bleeding heart speeches always worked on people. But she knew that Kurt could see right through her too. She wasn't kidding when she said he'd be the perfect person to replace her. What she hadn't told him was that she was sure that when he was in charge, he'd do an even better job than she had.

Sue teased "I'm sure you'll enjoy him under you."

Kurt gaped at her "ARE YOU FUCKING MATCHMAKING? You're paring me up with a criminal?" Sue gave him an evil smirk, and Kurt lunged at her only to be held back by Burt.

Burt was dragging Kurt away from the office when Sue gave a parting remark "Go chill at home porcelain. Your Boy Toy will be there to see you tomorrow at the station. Don't be too rough on him and don't leave too many marks."

"FUCK YOU SYLVESTER. JUST FUCK YOU!" screamed Kurt as he was dragged away, another two officers assisting Burt.

The others just sighed, this wasn't anything unusual. Though one of the new interns was horrified and asked someone nearby what was happening. "Don't concern yourself kid. This is the usual procedure every time Captain Hummel is here to see the Sheriff. He's always dragged away as he's screaming and cursing." The intern just nodded, thinking that some things are just better left alone.

Burt was with Kurt in his apartment, watching the boy mutter about 'evil bitches that should just die and burn in hell'. Not knowing when Kurt was going to stop, Burt interrupted.

"Kurt, I'm really proud of you son. I know it's going to be hard, but you've always had a good heart, and you've known how to handle things from an early age. Sylvester wasn't lying when she told you that she wants you to take her position. You know that there are a lot of talented people in all of NYC, but out of all of them she choose you Kurt. That because you're special, boy. And she knows this. We're all placing a lot of trust and hopes in you son, don't let us down"

Kurt sighed, knowing everything his father said to be true. Even he was surprised when Sue told him everything today, and he knew that she'd never joke about something like that. Done with his DIVA fit, Kurt just nodded. "You know what I'm capable of doing dad. I won't let you guys down."

Feeling relieved, Burt hugged his son before he left.

Kurt just looked around his apartment, groaning in annoyance 'Where the fuck am I supposed to put a guest in my one room apartment?'