Chapter 1

“Are you ready Blaine? Or should I say, Zachary Effray?”

Blaine rolled his eyes, but brought his watch to his mouth subtly, replying, “I’m ready.”

“Sure? You know what you have to do? And by that I mean, you know you have to charm your little socks off? Not that you wear them often.”

“I…” Blaine didn’t bother to respond, ignoring his brother’s comments and simply answering, “Yes.”

“Alright. Don’t screw this up! We need you to get this job. And remember, wait for Santana’s signal. Keep us posted… Squirt.”

“Coop!” Blaine hissed, and he heard an answering chuckle from his earpiece.

He surveyed the area; high-end fashion designers stood with their noses in the air, expensive cocktails in their hands, making idle conversation.

He narrowed his eyes as he searched for his target; He had yet to arrive.

Blaine’s stomach bubbled – his first undercover mission for the FBI and it was at one of the biggest events of the year.

Three years of training and now, FINALLY, he was trusted with the task. It felt good.

Having Cooper as a brother is hard, bearing in mind he is the Yoda of the FBI for undercover work and Blaine only hoped that he had inherited some of his skill (and undeniable charm.)

A shuffle at the entrance caught his attention and a crowd of people moved towards the door, chattering loudly and some attempting to hold on to some dignity by decreasing their level of excitement for whatever was happening.

They parted and Blaine craned his neck to see why the fuss - The host of the party, Kurt Hummel, had arrived.

Blaine spotted Santana following closely behind, speaking and laughing freely, like she wasn’t an agent on duty looking for evidence against the seemingly oblivious man in front of her.

Blaine caught a glimpse of Kurt through the mass of bodies and he had to admit, he was attracted to the man. Blaine had realised he was attracted to Kurt when sat in the meeting room with Cooper and the team, simply looking at his criminal profile - which was completely clear - and photo, but it honestly did not do him justice.

In person, he’s so much better. Tall, with perfectly coiffed hair and flawless skin Kurt has an all-around gorgeous figure, clad in a tight, fitted black suit with a thin black tie and shoes; Simple, yet elegant and breath-taking.

Don’t mix business with pleasure, the wise voice he usually ignored inside his head told him. He was forced to listen to it this time however, because letting his heart and hormones rule his head would ruin the investigation and that wasn’t an option. It was then Blaine was pulled from his thoughts with a firm hug, which he readily accepted.

“Are they watching?” Blaine whispered into Santana’s shoulder.

“Like hawks. Okay pretty pony, pull away, laugh like I’ve just told you the funniest joke of your life and wait for my signal.”

And at that, Blaine was released and made sure to laugh realistically before squeezing Santana’s hand in departure, letting her strut back towards Kurt.

He then waited, lazily letting his eyes flick towards Kurt and Santana every few minutes. He shot a few tester smiles to a number of women – he’s 100% gay, but it’s good to know whether his charm works on both sexes. Cooper knows he’s a charming bastard and Blaine was curious to whether that trait had been passed down the family tree.

Blaine straightened his bowtie and grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter. He stopped, as to not draw attention to himself and looked across the room with feigned interest.

He watched carefully as Kurt interacted with the people around him, thanking them and making polite small talk. Santana, very cleverly, managed to stay next to him constantly, without seeming suspicious. She’s good, Blaine thought.

Santana had once worked as an undercover model for an identity fraud case regarding a photographer and had met Kurt, whom she was modelling for. He didn’t know she was FBI, but they had instantly clicked and kept in touch. Kurt trusted her opinion and counted her as a friend.

A short, beautiful woman with long, carefully curled hair stood near, dressed in, what Blaine assumed, as one of Kurt’s own pieces. She occasionally joined in the conversation and Kurt turned to her regularly to comment.

A tall, intimidating man stood to Kurt’s left, stepping forward every time his personal space got invaded even the slightest amount. This is the bodyguard Cooper told me about.

One exaggerated hair flick and a hand on Kurt’s shoulder later, made Blaine spring into action.

“Closing in.” He muttered, alerting Cooper that the conversation they needed would soon begin.