Sometimes Blaine really had to wonder how he got himself into these messes. Somehow, they always led back to Kurt.

"I wrestled myself out of the closet at 15; I think I can take you!" Kurt shouted back, rapping on harshly on the door for what had to have been the millionth time.

"When you called me and told me you needed my expertise I thought you meant we were going to pull a con, or at the very least sing together, I did not for a second think it meant you wanted me to work with a Fed. A FED KURT!" The voice yelled.

"Hey! There's nothing wrong with Feds!" Blaine called to the girl in the closet.

"That's exactly what a Fed would say," the voice and Kurt answered at the same time.

Blaine huffed and decided to wander around the hallway of Kurt's apartment for a few more minutes before he called in the fricken swat team to take care of this.

"I know that you would only use the code for someone you really really trusted, so if you won't use it, you don't trust him," the girl explained.

"It has nothing to do with trust and everything to do with the fact that the super secret code is stupid!" Kurt spat out, glaring at the oak door.

"That's exactly what you want me to believe but I know for a fact that-"

"OH FOR CHRIST'S SAKE KURT JUST SAYTHE DAMN CODE!" Blaine bellowed. He could not take another second of this insane bickering.

"Fine," Kurt huffed, "Liza sings at midnight."

"Now was that really so difficult?" the girl asked as she stepped out of the closet.

"You're a personified ass, you know that right?" Kurt asked her, but his harsh words were softened by the look of complete love and adoration on his face. Blaine tried really hard to squash the jealous feeling that had flared up inside of him for a moment.

"Yes, we'll who's the one who hasn't gotten caught?" She asked indignantly, flicking her long brown hair out of her eyes.

"Twice," Blaine added, just to get a rise out of Kurt.

"The second time did not count!" He growled.

"Mhmmm, anyways, can I ask who this is?" Blaine inquired, disregarding Kurt completely.

"You can call me Barbra," the girl answered, glaring slightly at Blaine.

"Her name is Rachel," Kurt supplied with a bored tone.

"Kurt!" Rachel yelled, stomping her foot, (literally stomping her foot. How the hell old was this girl?) "You can't just give away my identity like that!"

"Oh my god, just shut up hobbit, we're here for your expertise. See? You can help us and I'll stroke your ego, all at the same time!" Kurt said with mock enthusiasm.

"What makes you think I'm going to help a suit?" she asked.

"Because the suit is the reason I'm not behind bars anymore," Kurt answered.

"I'm- I'm so sorry about your dad, Kurtsie," Rachel said, shifting closer to the taller man.

"It's fine, it's - I'm okay, just please help us?" Kurt asked gently, holding the small girl close and burying his face in her hair. Blaine averted his eyes. He felt like he was intruding on something personal and sacred.

"Fine," Rachel said, straighten herself out and turning to look at Blaine, "But I have some demands first suit."

Blaine arched an eyebrow at her. She smirked slightly, and turned to march down the hall to the living room.

"It's much easier just to go along with it," Kurt explained placing his large hand on the small of Blaine's back and leading him towards the girl. Blaine fought tooth and nail against the shiver that wanted to rack through his body at the intimate touch.

"I want immunity," Rachel demanded as soon as the two had sat down on the sofa.

"Immunity from what?" Blaine asked, completely bewildered by this girl's antics.

"Anything I am about to reveal," she answered shortly.

"I-" Blaine began, but stopped when Kurt put his hand on his thigh. Blaine looked to Kurt, who simply smiled and shook his head, telling Blaine not to fight with her.

"Fine," he sighed, still trying to ignore the warm hand on his thigh, and took out his badge, "Immunity granted."

Kurt smiled and patted his thigh, then brought his hand back to his own lap. Blaine almost pouted at the lost.

"Alright," Rachel said, smiling brightly and clapping her hands together, "What exactly do you need from me?"

"Rach, we need to know what's hot on the underground now a days," Kurt started, leaning in slightly.

"You're after the Banker, aren't you?" She asked.

"How do you all know about him!" Blaine asked.

"You keep tabs on cons, Cons keep tabs on you," Rachel told him, shrugging her shoulders.

"I- you know what, fine. What can you tell us?" Blaine asked, gesturing for her to go on.

"Well I can tell you that it's not a painting or a sculpture that he wants, that's not the trend anymore," Rachel explained, her voice taking a mystical tone.

"What is he after then?" Kurt asked.

"A dress. And not just any dress, this," Rachel said pulling out a photograph.

Blaine leaned in to take a better look. There, on the table, was a photograph of the most gorgeous dress Blaine had ever seen. It's was a light salmon color with what looked like diamond sequences.

"He wants a dress?" Blaine asked.

"This isn't just any dress, suit," Rachel said, snatching the photo back as if Blaine had personally offended her.

"It's the Peach Champagne by Catharine Walker. Legend has it that it was stolen on the night of Princess Diana's death, but I thought it was just a myth," Kurt explained, the awe evident in his voice.

"Why do you have a random picture of it?" Blaine asked Rachel suddenly.

"Because I'm a con?" She said as if he was the stupidest person she'd ever met.

"Rachel that's-" he began, but was cut off.

"IMMUNITY!" she shouted at him.

"Just ignore her," Kurt muttered in his ear.

Blaine was really going to have to figure out how to talk to Kurt about this close proximity thing. Constantly having him so close and warm and soft and- well it was doing a number on his nerves.

"Yes, fine yes! Immunity! Are you absolutely sure that this is what out guy is after?" Blaine shouted, trying to calm Rachel down.

"Yes suit; this is what he's after. The Banker is a man that wants the most rare and amazing things. He's about status, and this right here is the rarest and the greatest. Any con in their right mind would kill to get their hands on this. Well, except maybe Kurt," She explained smiling at Kurt.

"What, I don't like guns!" Kurt said defensively.

"We know," Rachel told him.

"Alright, well how do we lure this guy out?" Blaine asked.

"That part is easy," Kurt began, "We make a replica, an exact replica, of the dress and we use an old alias of mine to throw a party here in New York. He let it slip that I have the dress to a select few, and with the combination of a high end party and the promise of the dress, The Banker will come running."

"How do we get a replica?" Blaine asked. Kurt's plan was inventive, but probably wasn't plausible.

"Oh, Kurt can replicate anything," Rachel explained.

Blaine turned to look pointedly at Kurt.

"I'll need to borrow some chemicals from the forensics lab to make the fake diamonds pass for real ones, but yes I can make a replica of the dress. Clothes are kind of my thing Blaine," Kurt said staring back at the agent.

"I am not allowing you to gallivant around with government issued chemicals," Blaine scolded.

"Fine, I'll work on the replica at your house," Kurt supplied.

"I- wait what? No!" Blaine exclaimed, panicking slightly. He really didn't think he could handle Kurt in his home, alone, just the two of them.

"That's the only fair way to do this agent," Kurt practically purred, moving even closer to Blaine.

"I well- I mean it's- oh very well yes okay!" Blaine stuttered out nervously, trying to subtly back away from Kurt.

"Mmmmm good, well start tomorrow. I'll be at your house around 11?" Kurt asked.

"That's fine. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this, yes. Alright, I'm going to the agency to pitch the idea. I'll see you tomorrow," Blaine got up to try and stumble his way out of the apartment whilst hiding his semi hard cock. He stopped suddenly remembering something, and turning back to Kurt asked, "Wait. What is your alias that we're going to use?"

"Oh," Kurt said smirking, "His- well my- name is Sebastian Smythe."

"That was you?" Blaine gasped.

"That was me," Kurt smiled, getting up to walk Blaine to the door, Rachel following behind.

"I always wondered what the hell happened to that creepy sleaze ball," Blaine wondered out loud and then turned accusingly to Kurt, "I did not appreciate all those crude letters you sent me."Sex on a stick"? Really Kurt?"

"What? I wanted to have a little fun! And besides it's the truth," Kurt answered, winking.

Blaine turned a rather appealing shade of red, and promptly walked out the door, calling back a "Don't be late" and making his way downstairs and to his car.

Kurt smiled and sighed lightly as he shuttle door. He still had a smile on his face until he turned to a very menacing glare from Rachel.

"What?" He asked, trying to feign innocence, but failing miserably. Rachel was the one person he'd never been able to con.

She put her hands on her hips and glared even more intensely.

"I'm- I'm sorry!" He cried out, cracking under the pressure of her stare.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing at Hummel," She told him.

"I know-" his voice broke slightly, "I can't help it- I just... I'm in love with him," he finished in a whisper.

Rachel's features softened immediately, and she rushed over to wrap her tiny arms around his.

"I know," she whispered as she held on to him, silent tears falling from his eyes, "I know."