“It’s an Army Browning L9A1, isn’t it? Brilliant choice” He said looking it closer. I close my eyes. Shoot me right now, I don’t wanna see. He laughs, in an evil way. Suddenly I feel two hands grab my arms “Boom!” He shouts. I jumped. He keeps laughing.

“Give me your hand Kurt Hummel” He orders. I’m shivering inside, but somehow my hand lifts without my permission. I feel my gun is placed there. I open my eyes. He stops laughing, but still has a smile on his face. I take the gun; I hold it close to me, really aware of what would happen and what has happened.

“I believe you don’t know my name, Kurt. I’ve been so impolite.” He offers his hand.

“Cooper Anderson, nice to meet you.” The gun almost falls from my hand. I blink quickly. I’m not so sure of what I want to say right now, perhaps I’m glad you’re not Blaine’s boyfriend or I’m glad you’re not going to kill me, because you aren’t, are you? I hold my gun tighter. He is waiting. Maybe, he’s not bad at all. I shake his hand.

“I see insanity is one of the Anderson’s family attributes” I complain. He smirks.

“Sorry for scaring you like that, but your face was priceless… sometimes I like to be a bad boy” He apologizes.

“You’re forgiven, as long as you don’t do that again... So you’re Blaine’s brother, father, cousin…?” I ask.

“Oh Father! Father no, no Kurt very cold, it’s not funny. I’m Blaine’s older brother, the only one.” Not Blaine’s ex, yay! I whoop inside.

“Well I try to be his older brother, but he simply won’t go with that. I worry far too much for him; he risks everything in all this stuff. He never eats (that’s why he never grew a few inches more, I’ve told him), never sleeps and never leaves that bloody skull of his, which he says is his only friend…He never tells me how did he got it, anyway.” Cooper explains. I suddenly jump.

“But, he’s in danger now! The cabbie took him to god-knows-were. We must help him!” I shout, very worried. Why am I wasting time like this if Blaine is in danger? He smiles, with his eyebrows frowning, and then grabs my shoulder.

“You know Kurt, Blainey would never let someone help him either with his cases or with everything else, ever since he was a little ball of fur… I mean a kid. ” He says. A black Sedan arrives near us. The back door opens and I see Brittany waving Hello at me again.

“I’m glad he’d choose you. I like you.” He says, pushing me to walk to the Sedan. I hide the gun in my coat again. “Go get him tiger, no one can help Blaine Anderson better than you” I sit near Brittany and he kisses my cheek. OMG why would he do that?! I blush violently. “Good luck Kurt” He says goodbye and closes the door.

“221 B Baker Street John, take him there” He orders.

I’m gonna lose my mind with the Anderson Brother’s madness one day.






The door is locked! I knock it once, but then I see a cab is parked right in front of our flat. There’s a blue scarf on the floor. I take it. It smells like fresh oranges… Blaine.

What would happen if I shot the door to get in? Then the cabbie would hear, and he might kill Blaine, why? Yes Kurt, he has killed four people already. I look around, there’s no way I enter to the house. Namaste, you’ll figure something out.

And what would happen if I'm not there in time? Blaine... I take out my phone. Call the police, that sounds sober-headed, Kurt.
"Hello?" A woman voice answers.

"Umm hi, I'd like to talk to inspector Chang please..."

"Who’s this?"

"Umm, Blaine, Blaine Anderson. Could you please hurry? It's an emergency..."

"Okay, hang on please..." she says, a little hesitating. Has she realized I'm not Blaine?

It seems like an eternity before Mike Chang answers.

"Kurt?" he asks to my surprise.

"Yeah? What gave me away?"

"Blaine never calls, he rather text remember? Ok now tell me, is there something wrong with him?" he asks, sounding a little worried.
"Well, he found out who the murderer was, but then when he tried to stop him something went wrong, and the murderer took him in his car..." I explained. There was a small silence before Mike could answer.

"So... Blaine Anderson was kidnapped?" He couldn’t believe it.

"Yeah, as simple as that. Now the murderer has locked him. In our flat, you know, 221 B Baker Street."

"Okay Kurt don't worry this things do happen but we're on our way. We'll be there in half an hour, or as soon as possible..." then he hangs up. Half an hour, Blaine hasn't got half an hour, they are never going to get here in time.

I can save Blaine all by myself.

I could go to the neighbor’s house, then climb to the window, enter there, kill the man and … no it’s very high there, besides, I don’t think the neighbor would like me jumping from his window. I’m so helpless now. I hear a loud noise.

“Blaine!” I shout, covering my mouth with my hand. Then I realize that there is a biker who is lying on the ground, with blood pouring from his nose. Thank god it wasn’t Blaine, too bad for the biker. Then, I realize the building behind me is very tall… it has a nice view of the street… and the 221B Baker Street.

There’s a woman near the building’s front door. She is old, but elegantly dressed. She is carrying a lot of bags (I guess she’s just returned from the market) this is my one and only chance.

"Excuse me mam, I forgot my keys, can I borrow yours for a second please?"

She looked at me scowling, like all grandmas would. "I don't relieve we've met before young man, do you really live here? “

I hesitate. "Umm yeah I'm new here madam, but I can help you carry your bags if you don't mind" I smile. I can see through her face that she does not trust me, still. "I think you're Mrs. Donovan grandson, the one that everybody says it’s the little burglar who robbed Mrs. Robinson... They say it's a tall man..." She hums while she thinks I'm listening to her. I'm trying to be patient but the lady just won't listen.

"No madam, I really need to get in because I... want to use the toilet... It’s really really urgent, I've drank a lot of coffee." I begged, jumping from one side to the other. She gives up.

"Okay, but just this time son, you remind me of my grandson, always so distracted, once he told me he left his car keys in the car, poor boy, but it might be because of his wife, she gives him lot of trouble, she's never home, his kids are all home alone, specially Sally..."Wow, I've forgot the amount of words an old woman can talk. I nod and pretend to be listening to her, until we reach the second floor. It's time for some spatial orientation. I can hear sirens outside the window. The police are here.

"Thanks madam, but I really need to go to the toilet right now, I feel my bladder is about to explode..." I told her, leaving her bags right in front of her door.

"Okay honey, thank you anyway, I hope nothing wrong happens to you, as my husband Wilbur..." She starts telling. I nod and with a huge smile dash off.

Wow this building is really big, I wonder where am I, there's an open door behind me. What if I enter? With what excuse would I do that? I look down, whoa, I have a gun silly, people would do anything if they watch an armed guy entering to their homes, which would be very nice.

I enter to the house, it seems to be empty. I look for a window, there's one in a bedroom. Wrong side, perhaps a little bit more to the left will do.

Then I get out quickly form there. Two, three doors away, that would do. I open the door with a push. There are two men arguing. Both of them are wearing boxers and withe shirts. I guess I found the married couple which Mrs. Hudson was talking about. They blink quickly when they see me.

"Okay guys, this is a routinary inspection, I just need to take a look at your window, and everything will be fine... Move!" I ordered. The men do as I say, a little confused and scared. I look at the window. I can watch clearly the 221B window.

Blaine is sitting near the table. There's an old chubby man facing him, he is wearing a French hat. He is handing something to Blaine, something I can't clearly see. I point at him with my gun. The two men behind me let go a little cry.

"Shut! Or I'll shoot you both instead..." I threaten. They seem to get the point. Okay, no messing with me right now. The man rests his back in the chair. I don't get the point. Something tells me this is not good. Suddenly, the man takes out a gun. Shall I shoot him now?

No, Blaine's too close. My gun, eventhough it is a hand gun, has a powerful shot force. The man hands Blaine something else. Why is he hesitating? Think Kurt, think. There was something strange in this case, they seemed to be suicides, but Blaine said those were murders... So, this man is offering Blaine two things, very small for me to see. They could be needles, or pills... I'll go for pills. But why two? Who would like to share pills with someone else? Drug addicts, only. Perhaps because he is giving Blaine a choice.

That's it! He is PLAYING with Blaine. The only thing he has to do is make a choice. I see Blaine takes one of those, he is just looking at it. The man leans closer to Blaine. Which is his choice? What is his bet? Could be prestige, digestive disorder, drugs, or which...? Oh, I Understand... Blaine is risking HIS Life. The man leans backwards again. This is my chance. I hold my arm still. I remember the last time I killed a man in war.
It just gives me more strength.

Blaine is about to take the damn pill. I can't let him play with his life like this. I can’t fail the shot either.
I shoot with my hand outside the window.

BOOM!!

The man is dead.

I hide. I can hear a lot of noise outside.

"Did anyone see where did it come from? WHO IS FIRING? Clear the area, clear the area now!" Mike shouts.

I've killed a man... Again.

Sigh. It's time for the gun to return to my pocket. I lean my back in the wall. My hands are shaking now. The two guys I've left full of fear are looking me with uncertainty.

"Can we breathe right now dude?"

"You're going to get into trouble right now" They tell me. Perhaps they're saying a lot more things about how should I blame myself.
And I've killed a man again.

"Where's the toilet?" i ask them. They look at me with a frown.

"Umm first room to the left..." One of them says. I don't really care.

I get inside there. I wash my hands, vigorously... They are dirty, really, really dirty.

The two boys enter to the bathroom.
"Dude, really, you don't have to kill a man just to come in to wash your hands... And you owe us an explanation..." Oh, my head hurts so badly. I check into, my pockets and my wallet.

"Umm, I have 10 £ and a little box of Jelly Bellies. Take them and forget about everything. Be happy" I give them those things and waved goodbye. They just nod and keep their eyes wide open.






Sam is showing something in his phone to Sergeant Fabray. She smiles and laughs. I clear my throat.
"Oh, Doctor Hummel, no? What brings you here?" she asks pushing Sam aside.

"It happens that I'm living here, I just want to continue moving you know..." I answer. Sam frowns and whispers something to Quinn. She giggles and then he dashes off.

"Ok, if you're looking for Freak, he's over there, near the ambulance with Mike. So i see that you didn't take my advice, too bad for you Doctor" se says, raising the yellow tape for me.

"Well thanks for the advice, I might take it next time" I answer. She laughs.

"You are so hard to convince, I told you, he's out of his mind, today he was kidnapped and the man who kidnapped him offered your Freak a trade; there were two pills in two different bottles. One contained poison while the other one had nothing..." she explains. I didn't ask her but I'm glad I know this, just confirms what I suspected.

I try to control myself. I look at her with a confident smile which annoys her even more. "And then?"

"And then he was about to take one of those pills, but someone shot the man and stopped Freak, we suspect it was an enemy of his, none of our men could tell who. Strange, isn't it?"

"I'd rather say it was intense, thrilling and really interesting..." she frowns at my words.

"You're lost Doctor, but anyway, do whatever you want. I just don't want you to become a psycho too. Take care" I walk away from there.

I've saved Blaine's life, nothing could be more perfect.

I walk to the ambulance. There is he, covered in an orange blanket, talking to Mike Chang. I come a few steps closer. Mike takes out a notebook. Blaine starts saying things I can't hear. He speaks and speaks, but all of a sudden he turns my way. I wave hello. I can see an idea has just came up to his gelled head, he starts lighting. He says something to Mike then, and he walks my way. Mike tries to stop him.

They talk a little. Blaine takes off his blanket. He gives Mike something to be busy for a while, he walks to me again.

"Sargent Fabray has just explained it all to me, two pills? Threat full business threatful Blaine..." I tell him. He is smiling.

"Where is it?” He asks, in a polite tone.

"Where’s what?" I'll just pretend I know nothing at all.

"I just don’t. What did you do with the gun" He asks leaning closer.

"Oh, that, I put it on the Thames" I say, carelessly. Of course, it is still somewhere around my pockets.

"Oh you could just run after the cab, and then call the police. This was pretty much more dangerous." He says as it was the obvious thing to do, and it was.

"Oh I ran behind the cab, certainly, but I thought I’d be better to keep an eye on you. “I say pointing his chest. Blaine just closes his eyes shakes his head while smiling..

"You all right?" he asks a little worried.

"Of course I’m all right" I answer with confidence. "Why wouldn't I?”

"You’ve just killed a man" he protested. Awkward silence

"I’ve seen men dying before. Lots of them, friends of mine I thought I’ll never sleep again … anyway I’ll sleep fine tonight" I answer slowly, carefully...

"Quite right" Blaine agrees.

"You would have taken the damn pill would you?" I ask him, I really wanted to know.

"Of course not, I’m playing for dying" He lies; he is not looking at me.

"Risking your life to prove you’re clever, awesome Blaine" I complain.

"Why would someone like to do that?" He asks with irony.

"Cause you’re stupid" I spat. He opens his mouth slightly while he raises his eyebrows. I smile. After a while, we are both laughing.

"Dinner?" he asks. Is he asking me out? I don’t think so, but I’ll go with him, anyway.

"But we’ve just eaten... Like 4 or5 hours ago." I don't really know. Blaine just raises his arms.
"Yeah, maybe, but I haven't, remember? I know an excellent Chinese restaurant..." Blaine starts saying. Mike arrives.

"Have you finished discussing the rent Blaine? There are lots of things that you haven't told me yet” He says pulling Blaine by the arm.

"Excuse me, this man hasn't eaten a thing like 3 days ago. Besides he is still in shock, I think it'd be a nice idea of you to let him rest at least for a while don't you think? I promise that tomorrow he will be fully reposed and ready to work..." I tell Mike. He frowns.

"Well, you'd be mad if you didn't listen to my doctor Mike…”He says while he grabs my arm and tells me to come on. I'm very happy, so I just wave goodbye to gapping Mike and hissing and poisoning Fabray.

“See ya!” I say. Why am I so damn happy?





Blaine eats a LOT. He has 5 dishes, and 3 empty bowls. He is currently swallowing the soup I didn’t want. We haven’t said a thing since we arrived here, just casual stuff.

"You don't really have to talk you know..." Blaine says without looking away from his pile of food.

"How many days did you spend without eating?" I ask pulling away my glass of water from the table, thinking of his own safety.

"I don't really remember, does it matter now?" He raises his elbows while he is cleaning his mouth with the napkin. I wait in vain for him to tell me something, but he just continues eating noisily. After a while I sigh and look away.

I'm not too hungry and I've killed a man.

Blaine stops eating. All the food is gone. He orders a soda. I sigh again.

"Okay, talk about whatever you like... Hearing you sigh is annoying you know" Blaine says throwing his napkin to the pile of plates.

"What? But I just sighed twice!" I complain. Blaine face palms.

"Really Kurt? You've been sighing since my 6th plate of rice, that obviously means that you really want to talk to someone, but perhaps you don't trust strangers or your problem is too serious to talk about it." He slurps the soy spaghettis again.

I sigh again. Do I really want to talk with him? He is too stubborn and closed I hardly think he is interested in what I do or say. I'll just try to evade his questions.

"Would you help me carry my boxes from the hotel? They are like 6 or 7 " I ask him. He nods and stands up.

"Okay, let’s go" I also stand up but there is something weird.

"Aren't you going to pay the bill?" He shakes his head and pushes me to the exit.

"I can eat whatever I like whenever I want here... Everything for free, consulting detective's secret ability #3" He says.
Well, that's really great. At least we're not going to worry about food I guess.







"Why do you carry so many boxes?” Blaine asks carrying two big and heavy boxes which hide his face.

"Clothes, memories and more clothes, oh! And my sketch books, and medicine books. Only that." I say, arranging the other 4 boxes.

"Well, puff, I hope the last one isn't as heavy as these ones..." he says while he runs downstairs.

My new room is a bit empty, it is painted with some kind of yellow, it has a bed with a night table and a wardrobe. It has a huge window next to the wardrobe, where I can have a nice view of the street. There's also red carpet near the bed. Not too much, but for some strange reason it feels good. I hear Blaine is coming back.

"Well Kurt I think..." he trips in the last step. "CRASH!!" He falls. The things from the box spread in all the floor.

"Oh my! Blaine are you Ok?" I ask running to his side. He rubs his head and before I notice he is already standing up.

"I'm okay, thanks for asking Kurt. I'm done here" He says, clearing his throat. Then, he fixes his clothes and walks downstairs.

He didn't even help me to get all the stuff in the floor to its original place!
What a weird man.

I gather all my stuff. Books, magazines, photos... Oh.

I watch a broken picture frame. I leave the books in the night table and grab the broken pieces of it. It is the picture of two boys, one with dressed as a soccer player and the other holding a pair of pompons. The soccer player boy has a Chelsea shirt and his right arm is holding the pompon boy. This boy is slightly blushing while he smiles at the camera.

Me and Matt.
I forget about the rest of the fallen stuff, and lean my back against the wall while I'm sitting into the floor.

I couldn't forget that match. Matt's team lost, but besides that I kept cheering them with my mom. It was Matt's first match. He played really good, well that was what I thought at that time. I just really liked to watch him play.
I remember the first time we met.

I was playing in the park's swings when I heard someone shouting
"Watch out!" I turned around and I felt something hit my face hardly. I fell from the swing and covered my face.

"Hey, are you ok?! I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry" A kid near me said. I couldn't look at him clearly, everything seemed to be a blur, and as tears started to fall from my eyes it was very difficult.

"Hey, talk to me please..." The other kid almost cried.

I wiped the tears and tried to stand up. The other boy helped me. He was as tall as I was. His skin was slightly tanned. He had short straight dark brown hair and small green eyes. At that time, I've never seen someone with green eyes before.

"You have green eyes" I sobbed. The other kid started laughing.

"Of course I have green eyes you silly! But I was asking if you were ok. I'm sorry, was, mad at something when I decided to just kick the ball as hard as I could." He explained. Then, he rubbed my cheek. I felt something electric all around my body at that touch, but I didn't pull away. "I'm really sorry, I didn't wanted to hurt anyone"

"Don't be sorry, I forgive you. It could have been worse, like if you could have hit a lady with a baby or a squirrel with a baby or a baby..." I say. He laughed again.

"Squirrel! Hey I like you... You're very funny" He said holding his little belly with his hands. I offered him my hand.

"My name is Kurt" I introduced myself, as I've seen in the movies. He stretched my hand. "I'm Matt" He said smiling charmingly. "Are you okay now Kurt?" he asked a little worried.

"It hurts, right here" I pointed my fore head "but besides that I'm okay" I smiled. He leaned closer and kissed my forehead. That electric sensation returned, but this time more intensely.

"That's what my Mommy does when I hurt myself. It'll get better soon." He said smiling.

"Do you wanna be my friend Kurt?" He asked shyly. I grabbed his soccer ball and gave it to him. "Of course, I'll be your friend Matt" I whooped.

I'm sobbing. I really can't hold my tears at that memory, I just can't. I hold the broken photo frame tightly to my chest. It is as broken as me. I cry.
Why did he have to die?...

"Why are you crying?" Blaine asks me. I didn't even hear when he climbed upstairs. He kneels next to me. I hide my crying face.

"Why do you think? You're the expert detective aren't you?" I sobbed. Blaine remains silent. He gathers all the fallen stuff left and puts it back to the box. Then, he leans against the wall just as me. I wipe my tears. My hand hurts; I've cut myself while holding the broken frame.

"Ouch" I say. At least is a small cut.

"I'll fix it for you" Blaine says, coldly, taking the broken frame from my hands. I frown.

"What? My hand, the photo frame or my broken life?" I cry, looking at him.

"Everything" Blaine whispers.

I open my eyes wide, has he just...?

CRASH!! The window brakes. A medium size rock with a paper attached to it. Blaine takes it. I lean closer to read:

The game is on

:)

M

"M? Who's M?" I ask Blaine. He seems excited. He even jumps to stand up.

"The man who has bet his life against mine in a sudden death challenge... He is our biggest case Kurt!" He whoops.

"I don't follow" I say. Blaine looks at the photo.

"I think your father might be alive"