The course of the next few days passed in a different way than Blaine knew they should have. After everything that had happened and everything he'd learnt to do with Sam, The Sins and Kurt, Blaine had thought he'd be extremely high strung. But that wan't the case. It turned out that once you looked past the fact that you'd suspected he was trying to kill you, Sam was actually a pretty cool guy. 

He was down to Earth and funny, although a little intense at times, but Blaine couldn't really blame him for that. He'd be serious to if he'd just spilled his life out to a couple of strangers. 

It turned out that Sam and Santana got along quite well to. His partner seemed to have an obsession with making jokes about Sam's mouth and Blaine was pretty sure he saw her scribbling cracks down in a note book at one point. Sam had reacted well to the jokes though, laughing along with Santana's snickers. Not many people…appreciated Santana's sense of humour but he was glad that Sam did.

Sam was also completely honest with Blaine, answering him truthfully at any questions he had to do with The Sins, Burt Hummel or anything else. Blaine was grateful for that. When they'd come to the mutual agreement that Sam was to stay with them, Blaine was afraid he'd have to deal with a glaring, closed off guy everyday but, luckily, that wasn't the case. After all, Blaine had plenty else to worry about.

The moment he'd learnt about The Wasp, Blaine had wanted run to Kurt's apartment and rid him of the horrid device but knew that was a no go. If The Sins really did have a mole in the Task Force and they knew their every step, they'd lead them straight to what they were looking for. It was a miracle they hadn't already caught on and stolen it out of the tiny music box. But Blaine's computer wasn't flashing with some evil, satanic symbol, so he was good. For now.

What mainly occupied Blaine's thoughts was the idea of the big NYADA party that Kurt had told him about. After everything had been said about The Sins, Blaine had told Santana and Sam about the party, (which Sam had already known about and had been planning on watching Kurt from afar at the event) and Santana decided they had to go.

"Who knows," she had said. "Maybe one of us can slip out during that shindig and swipe The Wasp while Lady Lips, Dwarfette and Shaniqua are all bustin' a move on the dance floor."

Blaine had agreed, after all, he'd already told Kurt he would be going so he couldn't back out now. 

And that was how they'd ended up on the doorstep of Kurt's apartment an hour before people were expected to start flooding the venue. Blaine hadn't told Kurt that they were bringing Sam. He worried that Kurt would get suspicious but was even more worried about Mercedes. 

Ever since that night at Kurt's apartment, she'd seemed weary of him and Santana. He wasn't sure if it was because she knew something he didn't or if she just didn't like him. Either way, Blaine was now weary of her.

Blaine sighed, rose his fist and knocked. Seconds later, Rachel opened the door with a bright smile. She looked wonderful in her slim, polka dotted blouse and high-waisted skirt, that swished and flowed with every movement she made.

"Hello, Blaine," she greeted brightly. Her smile faltered slightly when she nodded at Santana but turned into a frown of confusion when her eyes landed on Sam.

"And Sam? I didn't realise you were joining us."

Blaine opened his mouth to formulate some kind of excuse but Sam beat him to it.

"Well, I was on my way to the party when I ran into these two," he explained. "We figured we may as well go together. After all, we're all going to the same place, right?"

Rachel seemed to regain herself and nodded.

"Of course," she agreed. "Come inside, we're just waiting for Kurt to finish getting ready."

"Of course we are," Santana mumbled as they all shuffled into the small apartment.

"Kurt!" Rachel called in the direction of the hallway. "Blaine and Santana are here! Oh, and they've brought Sam to!"

"Oh, really?" came Kurt's echo. "Okay, I'll be ready in a minute!"

Sam seemed a bit unsure of what to do as he stared around at the foreign room but eventually settled on the couch next to Santana. It was then that Blaine noticed two large, purple suitcases sitting against the wall, opposite the kitchen.

"What's with the luggage?" he asked Rachel but was met with a another familiar voice.

"Those are mine," Mercedes said, appearing from around the corner of the hallway. "I'm leaving for California, tonight. My flight's in a few hours."

Blaine took in her leopard print coat and wooly scarf and agreed that she did indeed look ready for the airport. This was good. One less thing for Blaine to worry about.

"And we're going to miss you terribly," Rachel smiled, examining her make up in the metallic surface of the toaster. 

Mercedes smiled back, wrapping an arm around the smaller girl's shoulders.

"I'll miss you to, Rachel. Even though it means I'll have a lot more piece and quiet."

Rachel laughed at that, playfully slapping the other girls shoulder. Blaine took this as his chance to leave. He quietly slipped out of the room unnoticed and made it into the hallway. It was then that he felt a hand close around his arm and was tugged into a room he immediately recognised as Rachel's.

When Blaine span around to see his attacker, he saw it was Sam and he was looking at Blaine very seriously.

"What?" he hissed, hearing the voices outside only a few metres away. 

"Look," Sam began in a low voice, "chances are that Sin that's been trying to take you out is going to be at this thing. We have to be prepared for anything. I've spent enough time around these guys to know that they're unpredictable and will do what ever it takes to get the job done."

"What're you suggesting?" Blaine asked curiously.

"The Wasp's already here, right?" Sam began. "Why don't we just take it now?"

"We can't risk anyone seeing," Blaine told him, having thought of swiping The Wasp already. "If Rachel or Mercedes, or worse, Kurt saw any of us taking it, we'd be done for."

"And that's why they won't see," Sam said slowly. "We're pro's, I think we can handle it."

"I just think we should wait until after the party," Blaine insisted. "I mean, if we go to the party with The Wasp and The Sin is there, they might be able to steal it from us with out us even noticing. Plus, it'll keep them thinking we don't know that Kurt has it."

Blaine could see Sam's resolve crumbling as he nodded reluctantly.

"Okay," he said. "But maybe I can sneak over here during the party and get it then." Sam grinned now. "Breaking and entering, among other things, is just one of the skills I possess."

Blaine chuckled. "Well, being a member of an elite group of undercover agents will do that to a person."

"Please," Sam scoffed. "I'm not a part of anything. You can be in your little cult of secret agents, keep me out of it."

"Hey!" Blaine protested, laughing. "The Task Force are a very serious group of federal cops! You'd be lucky to be a part of us."

Sam hummed a laugh and replied, "I'll think about it."

It was then that a deathly cold fell over the room as Blaine noticed the shadow of a figure at his feet. He ripped his eyes off the floor and found Mercedes standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and mouth shaped into a shocked O. She gasped when Blaine's gaze fell on her and made to run but Sam was already by her side.

He yanked her into the room, slapped his hand over her mouth before a scream could escape it and slammed the door shut. Mercedes kicked and thrashed wildly in his arms as Sam tried to hold her down. 

Blaine's mind went into a panic as he looked left and right, trying to think of something to do that would help. But suddenly the muffled yells stopped and Blaine turned to see Sam gripping the girl's shoulder as she sagged against his body, her eyes closed and clearly unconscious.

"Woah," he breathed, taking in her limp form. "What did you do to her?"

Sam grunted as he laid her down on Rachel's fluffy pink quilt.

"Just pinched some her nerve points," the blonde explained. "Nothing she'll feel tomorrow. She should be out for about half an hour."

Blaine nodded dumbly before the realisation of what had just happened sank in.

"Crap!" he exclaimed, his hands flying to his hair. "What do we do!? Mercedes just heard us talking about The Sins and breaking and entering and secret agents! And now she knocked out! Oh, my God, what do we do!?"

A hand clamped down sharply on Blaine's shoulder as Sam hissed in his ear.

"Shhh!" he shushed urgently. "Calm down! It's all going to be fine," Sam told him, glancing around the room and finding the closet. He then gently pulled Mercedes up from the bed and looped his arm around her waist. "We'll just leave her here and then when I come back to get The Wasp, I'll take care of her."

Blaine turned cold instantly. "W-wait, you don't mean you're going to…" Blaine trailed off and made a made a gun with his hand before imitating shooting himself.

"What?" Sam looked at him like he'd just grown an extra head as he tugged Mercedes into Rachel's closet. "Are you crazy? Of course not! I'm just going to try to calm her down and tell her that she misunderstood, or something. If that doesn't work, I'll just have to turn her over to one of your scouts. They'll take her back to your base, or whatever and deal with it."

Blaine breathed out a long sigh and nodded. "Okay, I guess that'll work. But what about Kurt and Rachel?" Blaine questioned, remembering the two friends of the unconscious girl in the closet!  "What do we tell them? Aren't they going to wonder where she went?"

"I'll think of something," Sam assured him and his eyes were so sure and definite that Blaine found himself nodding again before slipping out of the room. So much for something less to worry about. 

But Blaine didn't have time to worry about that because he suddenly came face to face with Kurt, who had just emerged from the bathroom. 

Now, Blaine had been in a lot of fights and tussles in his time, especially the time spent in the Task Force, and he had been hit very hard before but this was the first time he ever felt like all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. Blaine felt like his chest was being held in a vice as he took in Kurt's ensemble.

He was dressed in a soft lavender button down shirt, that hugged his waist and accentuated the broadness of his shoulders. An equally soft looking white scarf, the same colour as Kurt's skin, was wrapped around his neck and hanging near his knees. The white of the scarf against his thighs contrasted with the dark denim wrapped around his legs, that disappeared into knee high leather boots with a slight heel. 

To put it simply, Kurt looked absolutely gorgeous. 

"Blaine?" Kurt blinked, snapping him out of his daze. "What's wrong?" Kurt gasped and his hands flew to his cheeks. "Is there something on my face? Because, I swear to God, I just spent like two hours in there-"

"Kurt," Blaine cut him off with a laugh, amused at his startled expression. "There's nothing on your face. You look perfect." 

As soon as the words left Blaine's mouth, his face heated up and he knew he was blushing. But it didn't seem to be a problem because Kurt was blushing to, his eyes lit up and a smile pulling at his lips.

"Why, thank you," he replied, grinning, then nudged Blaine's side with his elbow. "Not looking so bad yourself, Stanley."

Blaine forced himself not to wince at the fake name and only smiled back in return. 

At that moment, Sam decided to jump out of Rachel's room and almost collided with the Blaine and Kurt.

"Woah," Sam held up his hands, "sorry guys, I, uh, didn't see you there."

"Hi, Sam," Kurt greeted awkwardly then peered over his shoulder. "Um, what were you doing in Rachel's room?"

Sam slammed the door shut just a little too loudly, as Kurt jumped at the sound.

"Oh, I um," Sam looked back and forth between Kurt's questioning eyes and the door. "I thought it was the bathroom.

"Well, I'm done now, so you can go on in," Kurt said, stepping aside to allow Sam to walk through the door but the blonde boy shook his head.

"Nah, it's cool man," Sam assured with a smile, "I don't need to go anymore."

The look on Sam's face when Kurt raised an eyebrow at him was almost enough to make Blaine crack.

"Oh!" Sam blinked wildly and pointed at the closed door. "I-I didn't pee in your friends room, I swear to God!"

Kurt just closed his eyes and shook his head.

"We'd better get going," he muttered. "We're going to be late."

Kurt turned on his heel and walked down the hallway, disappearing from view. The moment he was gone, Blaine barely got out a chuckle before Sam was glaring and pointing a finger at him.

"Not a word."

Sam then stormed off in the direction Kurt had just a moment ago, Blaine trailing behind, smirking. 

The energy that was in the living room was alight with excitement between Kurt and Rachel, Santana sitting silently on the sofa. When Blaine and Sam emerged from the hallway, the two chatting singers looked up at them and smiled.

"Ready to go?" Rachel asked, grabbing her coat and opening the front door for everyone else.

"Yep," Santana answered getting up from the sofa and walking out the door at a crisp pace. 

As the rest of them began filing out the door, Blaine tugged on Sam's arm and whispered in his ear.

"Is she okay?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah," Sam replied, "she's fine. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Blaine nodded and followed the others out the door. He couldn't say he was calm but he kept telling himself that after tonight, everything would be okay. 

He was only partially right.