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Blaine weaved his way through the crowds and approached the group, a smile set on his face. Santana threw him a wink he would've missed if his eyes had not landed on her at the right time.

"Santana!" he greeted, "twice in one night? I'm a lucky guy." Blaine kissed both of her cheeks softly.

She grinned fondly at him, "I'm the lucky one darling!"

She turned to Kurt, who was stood with his gaze fixed intently on Blaine.

"Kurt Hummel, this is Zachary Effray, the one I was just talking about. Best personal assistant I ever had."

Blaine made an 'oh-stop-it' gesture, then held out his hand for Kurt to shake. The bodyguard stood up straighter, as if to intervene, but Kurt held up his arm to prevent him from doing so and accepted Blaine's hand.

Blaine was surprised at how soft his hands were. He then mentally chastised himself for letting that thought cross his mind.

Blaine also shook hands with the small, brunette girl and the tall bodyguard, who he then found out, were named 'Rachel' and 'Finn'.

"It's nice to meet the person Santana has been gushing about for the past few days." Kurt raised a delicate eyebrow. "I presume you know I am on the lookout for a new personal assistant?"

"I do indeed, and I would like you to know that I am interested in the post." Blaine replied smoothly.

"I can give you a reference!" Santana intercepted, but Kurt ignored her, his eyes still fixed entirely on Blaine.

"Is that so?" and at Blaine's nod, Kurt examined Blaine's outfit and lifted his head, making a small 'hmm' noise. It felt strangely like he was being tested, but obviously Kurt saw something he liked, as he continued with, "Interview. 8 o'clock, Monday morning. You know where my offices are?"

"I don't, actually, but I'm sure someone at this lovely event will inform me."

"Very well."

And with that last word Kurt disappeared, going to converse with other guests. Finn was already stuck to his side, intimidating any person who dared enter a 5 inch radius of Kurt, Rachel close behind.

Santana tapped him on the shoulder.

"It's a start. Now head back to the van with Coop and Ron."

Blaine nodded and gave her a small smile, before heading out of the door unnoticed.

"Kurt Hummel. One of America's biggest fashion designers, known all over the world, especially in the fashion capitals." Cooper pointed to the map behind him, where circles were drawn around New York, Paris, London and Milan and then rested his hands on the table, looking at the other agents.

"No criminal record. He lived in Ohio, lost his mother at a young age and grew up with his father, until he was a junior in high school and he gained a stepmom and brother."

Cooper paused for dramatic effect – Blaine rolled his eyes. Cooper had been stuck between joining the FBI and being an actor and even after reaching his final decision, he still attempted to incorporate acting into his daily life. This, therefore, inevitably incorporated it into Blaine's daily life.

"He has an obsession with Egyptian history. Cleopatra in particular, who was, as you should already know unless you're an uncultured swine, the last pharaoh of ancient Egypt. Many of his collections are modelled after her style of clothes and more importantly, jewellery." Cooper paired this statement with a dramatic point towards the window and many agents craned their necks to see but Blaine knew better. Since he was a child, Cooper had insisted that no-one took anything seriously if it was not said with a 'point'.

Ron, the head of department then stood and took over, "We recently received a call from the head police officer over in Egypt. Some of Cleopatra's personal jewellery has been stolen from their museum and after a major investigation, they are positive that the thief is no longer in their country. Hence, we have been called to help. They have some security footage but the person is not easily visible – however the person does match the height and structure of one, Kurt Hummel."

"Sorry to interrupt, but aren't there hundreds of thousands of people who that could be? Not just one guy who likes the fashion?" Rajesh piped up from the back of the table. A few grumbles highlighted the fact most were thinking the same thing.

"Yes, but Kurt Hummel and his team visited the museum that was displaying the jewellery around the time of the suspected robbery. This, and his immense adoration heighten our suspicions. It could amount to nothing, but better safe than sorry."

Ron made eye contact with Cooper, who bounced out of his seat where he had sat, not paying attention, but instead playing with his shoe laces, until now.

"We already have a plan!" He explained enthusiastically. "We are going to send someone undercover as Kurt's personal assistant, as his current one was fired early last week. And we've decided to send Blaine," Cooper did an elaborate lunge and another point of the finger, "to do this, as his 'debut' for his undercover work."

Blaine's mouth dropped open. Being selected hadn't even entered his mind. He got pats on the back and 'well done' shouts to him as the rest of the group filed out of the room.

However, Santana, someone who quite frankly scared the shit out of Blaine, remained seated.

"Blaine, you'll be working with Santana on this one." Ron informed him.

"Ready for this, hobbit?"