Monday Morning: 08:45

“Who is that?”

Kurt was checking out his hair with help from the mirror in his locker, when he caught sight of a new and gorgeous face. Why had Kurt never seen this guy before? He had a bit of a mysterious look about him. Kurt had to find out more about 'Mr. Easy-on-the-eyes'.

“Who're you starin' at?” Mercedes said as she walked up to Kurt, making him jump.

“What? No one.”

Mercedes smirked. “Liar. It's that new piece of eye candy, isn't it?”

“No. Maybe...”

“You should take a crack at that. I'm actually surprised you haven't already!”

“We'll see.”

The new cute guy was about to walk by Kurt's locker. He was getting closer and closer...

“Yeah, that's right we'll see!” Mercedes grabbed Kurt by the shoulders and pushed him into the middle of the hallway, where he collided with the handsome stranger.

Both boys fell to the ground hard. Kurt's cheeks grew terribly hot and terribly red. He was going to kill Mercedes, who had conveniently disappeared.

“I'm so so so sorry. I really didn't mean to-”

“No no, it's quite alright. I should have been more aware of my surroundings,” replied the new boy, sounding a little flustered.

'New boy' stood up, lending out his hand to Kurt to help him up.

“Thanks. Really sorry again. I'm Kurt.”

“Blaine. Just transferred.”

“Well welcome to McKinley,” Kurt spotted a Chemistry book that Blaine was picking up from the floor. “I see you have Chem. I do too. Next period actually.”

“Oh, that's perfect! Would you mind showing me the way? I just know I'd get lost.”

“Of course. I'll just grab my books,” Kurt smiled at Blaine and he smiled back. Blaine had the sweetest smile that made Kurt's heart beat a little faster that usual.

“Ohmygod we just had a moment. Maybe Mercedes is safe for a little while longer...” Kurt thought.

***

Monday Afternoon: 16:07

Kurt and Blaine really hit it off. After school, Kurt decided to ask Blaine to get a coffee with him at the Lima Bean. He agreed. Kurt ordered his usual Non-Fat Mocha and Blaine ordered a Medium Drip. They chose a table by the window were it was more quiet and they chatted for a long time, getting to know each other.

Blaine told Kurt that he had transferred from a school in Westerville. Dalton Academy, it was called. A private school. But why Blaine left, he didn't say.

Kurt told Blaine that he was in Glee Club and that he never got the solos he deserved. He even confided in Blaine that he'd been bullied by a football jock named Karofsky.

At the name 'Karofsky', Blaine seemed to be very interested. Blaine took a sip from his coffee.

“Karofsky, huh? Football? Sounds like a tough guy.”

“Yeah. I can't stand the guy. He's made my life hell for years.”

“So... do you know anything about the guy personally?” Blaine inquired.

“Not really. Just that he loves football and his family's really wealthy. His dad is some sort of entrepreneur.”

“I see...”

Kurt could definitely see wheels turning in Blaine's head. What was he thinking about?

“Listen, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow Kurt,” Blaine got up from their table and left.

Well that was a little strange.

Kurt cleaned up their table before leaving the Lima Bean. He began to make his way to his precious Navigator, when he spotted Blaine having a conversation on his cell phone in the parking lot. His back was turned to Kurt and his voice sounded quite serious. Kurt, being notoriously nosy, hid behind a dumpster near to where Blaine was standing.

“...Yeah, actually...This guy I met...Yes he's cute, but that's not the point...I told him I went to Dalton...Westerville...I know, I thought it was a good cover too...Anyways, he told me the kid plays football...That's what I was thinking...Alright. It's a go. Tell the General things are going smoothly. Warbler out.”

Did he really lie about Dalton? Who's the General? Warbler out? What is going on?

Who is Blaine, really?

***

Monday Evening: 19:34

Kurt racked his brain the rest of the day as to what Blaine could have meant in that phone call. There could only be one explanation:

He had to be a spy!

Kurt called Mercedes that night to tell her of his suspicions.

“'Cedes listen. I think Blaine is a spy.”

“The new cute guy? Pfffft! That's a good one! Got any more?”

“No, really. I think he might be. He was on his phone-”

“Oh! Alert the media!”

“-and he was saying stuff like, 'Tell the General things are going smoothly.' and 'Warbler out'”

“Kay, they're probably just a weird nicknames and he's playin' some kind of game with his friends.”

“Yeah, but explain this: He said, 'I told him I went to Dalton. I thought it was a good cover too.'”

“Hmmmm...he's lying to you I guess? I'm sorry, but you don't really think he's a spy, do you Kurt?”

“I don't know anymore. Maybe you're right. I'll talk to you tomorrow, 'Cedes.”

“Later, Kurt.”

“What was I thinking?” Kurt thought to himself. “Blaine? A spy? Hahahaha! But still...”

***

Tuesday Morning: 08:32

The next day at school, just as Kurt was heading to his locker, he saw Blaine was there waiting for him. He looked just as attractive as ever.

“Kurt, can I talk to you? Maybe somewhere with less people?”

Kurt was a little surprised at the other boy's question. “What could he possibly want to talk about? Maybe Blaine was going to ask him out on a date? Don't get ahead of yourself, Kurt. He probably doesn't like you that way.” he told himself.

“Sure Blaine, what's up?”

The 'somewhere' they chose to talk was the boy's washroom. Blaine checked the room to make sure that not a soul was listening. When all seemed clear, he spoke in a slightly hushed, serious tone.

“Kurt, I'm very sure I can trust you with this information. So here we go...Kurt, I'm a spy. And I need your help.”