"Ok. You'll gonna be alright, Kurt. Just g—" Rachel Berry's attempted pep-talk was abruptly interrupted when a finger was laid upon her lips.

"Rachel. I know." Kurt rolled his eyes and pulled his finger away from her mouth, taking a wet tissue from the box and wiped it clean from Rachel's lipgloss.

Mercedes giggled at the back seat of Kurt's navigator. "Yeah, Rach. Kurt's a big boy! He can do this with no sweat, right Kurt?"

Kurt smirked and made spirit fingers with Mercedes, proceeding to touch his imaginable bangs away from his face. Rachel huffed on her seat with a pout.

"And, boo, watch out for those cute preppy boys for me, will ya?" Mercedes said with a wink and started giggling again.

Rachel looked scandalized and turned to glower at Mercedes. "Cedes'! He must stay focused on his mission!"

"No other ulterior motive, you understand, Kurt?!" Rachel narrowed her eyes at Kurt. "This is very important. Spying the Warblers is no joke. You must pay attention on how they PERFORM, not how HOT they look like in their uniform!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Will you stop spitting on my designer clothes, Rachel?" Kurt snapped and crossed his arms. "I am well aware of what I'm here for. You know me. I won't allow myself to be wooed that easily."

Kurt grinned wickedly and the three of them looked out from the window where they could see the castle-like school of Dalton Academy *angel's choir on cue*. Then he put on his black shades and said. "Eat your heart out, Dalton Warblers.

"Kurt Hummel is here."

______________________________

Blaine was already running late from the impromptu performance at the senior's commons. Dammit, Wes will gonna kill me!

Everyone was now scurrying out of their classrooms and headed out for the senior commons just like him. He couldn't see a single Warbler in sight. Oh man, oh man, oh man. That's not good. That's not good.

He was at the bottom of the stairs and was about to run through the crowd when he felt a tug on his chest.

Huh? Blaine paused and stared at his chest where the pocket watch lay on his chest pocket. His conscience says he just has to ignore it and go hurry up, but his curiosity won over him. He took it out and instinctively pushed the button to open it.

"Excuse me?" a soft voice that was dangerously close to sound like a girl, asked beside him. Blaine's eyes grew wide as saucers when the pocket watch suddenly started ticking just in time when a hand touched his arm.

"Hi, can I ask you something?" asked the angelic voice again. Blaine stopped his jaw from dropping at the ridiculousness of the watch that somehow decided to miraculously work again, to avoid embarrassing himself to the person who's talking to him.

He looked up from the watch…

And then found himself catching his breath.

H-Holy…

Because there, standing right in front of him…was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his entire life. Looking as angelic as his voice; hair, coiffed into a perfect style; with his plump pinky lips; and gorgeous eyes crinkled by his friendly smile.

"B-Blaine Anderson." he stuttered and offered his hand for him to shake. He mentally slapped his head when he realized what he did. Sure, Blaine. Tell him your name. I'm sure that's what he asked to you just now. Right. (-_-)

The perfect boy looked pretty amused by his action, but took his hand nonetheless. "Kurt…

"Kurt Hummel."