“Wait, what?”

“I’m a spy. I know it’s probably pretty hard to believe, but it’s the truth,” Blaine placed his hands on Kurt’s shoulders, “And I seriously need your help.”

Kurt’s thoughts were definitely mixed at this point:

I KNEW IT
What does he need my help with?
God, he’s beautiful.

“Um no, I totally believe you,” Kurt started. “But why on Earth would you need my help?”

“Well, it’s a bit of a long story and I’m not sure if here is exactly the right place to go into such details,” Blaine explained. “How about you meet me at the school entrance at 3:00-ish? We will absolutely fill you in on everything.”

We?

Kurt just nodded. It was a lot to take in seeing as that his new friend of two days was a spy. But Kurt decided he’d play it cool from here on out.

“Sure. But in the mean time, I believe we have a Chemistry class to get to,” Kurt said with a flirtatious wink. Wow. He was actually flirting. Kurt had never really flirted before, but something about Blaine made him want to do it all the time.

Before Blaine knew what was happening, he was being whisked away with his hand tightly gripped by Kurt’s. Kurt was too focused on navigating themselves through the crowded hallway to notice the adorably wide grin spreading across Blaine’s face.

***

Tuesday Afternoon: 15:12

Kurt stood on the steps outside the entrance of McKinley High waiting for Blaine to pull up in his car, but was surprised when Blaine walked up behind him.

“I thought you were bringing your car around.”

“Nah. I’ve arranged a ride. I have a few friends I’d like you to meet.”

A couple minutes later, a big shiny black van pulled up to where the boys were standing.

“Well, here’s our ride,” Blaine announced.

“What is this? This looks like one of those vans kidnappers drive when they’re about to grab kids. Are you trying to kidnap me?”

Blaine laughed heartily at Kurt’s humorous remarks as he opened the back doors of the van and made a ‘you-first-good-sir’ gesture.

“Such a gentleman, you are.”

The vehicle was certainly larger inside than it appeared. One could definitely stand up without touching the roof. And inside the large van were four boys about the same age as Kurt and Blaine. They all looked up from what they were doing and turned to the opened doors.

“Kurt, I’d like to introduce you to my CIA team. And good friends of course.” Blaine let Kurt hop in first, himself following after. He then closed the van doors.

Just as the vehicle started moving, one of the boys held out his hand to Kurt and shook his firmly.

“Wes. Nice to meet you.”

“Kurt.”

“Yes, we’ve heard a good deal about you from Blaine, here,” Wes declared. Kurt blushed and spun around to look at Blaine, who gave an embarrassed shrug.

“Uh – Wes is our ‘brains’ on the team,” Blaine explained, trying to change the subject. “He hatches the plans for our missions.”

“Wow. Seems like an important job,” Kurt remarked.

“Well, you know it’s tough being the ‘brains’ sometimes. It’s a heavy burden to carry,” Wes said jokingly.

“And over there, hiding behind his computer is Jeff.” Blaine motioned to a skinny blond fellow. “He’s our hacker/computer nerd.”

“Yo,” called Jeff from behind his laptop. Kurt noticed that the boy looked as though he was enthralled with what was happening on his screen.

“Sorry about Jeff,” said Wes. “He tends to be a little anti-social when it comes to his precious computer.”

“Yeah, he’s probably watching porn right now,” teased Blaine.

“Am not!” replied Jeff. “And it was one time. Let it go, man.” The boys laughed.

Then, a dark haired boy came up to Kurt and gave his introduction.

“The name’s Nick. I’m the ‘gadget guy’.”

“Yes, Nick supplies us, but mostly me, with the latest and neatest stuff for missions,” said Blaine.

“That’s really cool. What kind of gadgets?” Kurt inquired.

“Well, we just received some state of the art binocular glasses, various listening devices, laser pens and in very serious situations – tranquilizer guns.” Nick smiled broadly, seeming very proud of his gadget collection.

“Very impressive. Where do you even get this stuff?”

“My dad hooks me up with the latest equipment. He’s a ‘gadget guy’ too.”

“And last but surely not least, David,” Blaine pointed to the guy currently driving the van. “The team’s getaway and transportation.” David gave a wave without taking his eyes of the road.

Jeff looked up from his screen and said, “Yeah, sometimes we call him Jeeves and just make him drive us places.” All the boys started to laugh, including David.

When the laughter died down, Kurt looked to Blaine and asked, “So, what do you do then?”

“I am the field agent. I go undercover and execute the mission.”

“So are you undercover at McKinley right now?”

“Yes, and we’ll inform you on what’s happening since we’ll be needing your help.”

“How could I possibly help you guys? What are you undercover for?”

“It has to do with the Karofsky family,” interjected Wes.

“Karofsky? As in David Karofsky? The Neanderthal who’s picked on me for years?”

“Exactly,” said Blaine. “See, what you probably don’t know about Karofsky, is that his father is a nuclear weapons dealer.”

“A very powerful one at that,” added Nick.

“So, he’s not an entrepreneur?” asked Kurt, trying to wrap his head around the new and shocking information.

“Well technically he is. Just with super dangerous weapons of mass destruction,” reasoned Nick.

“Right. And the easiest way to get to Paul Karofsky is through his son. We were thinking you might know some things about him that we don’t. You would be a great asset to us, Kurt,” Blaine explained while giving Kurt (with what was probably unintentional) puppy dog eyes.

What do you say to a face like that?

“Uh, yeah. I’d love to help.” Kurt finally managed.

“That’s great news, Kurt. Glad to hear it,” said Wes.

“Now since you’re apart of our team, Kurt, you’ll need a code name,” said Blaine. “It’s an easy and fun way to communicate with each other. We all have one. Jeff is ‘Blondie’, for obvious reasons. David is ‘Houdini’ because he’s our escape artist. Nick is ‘Uptown Girl’ because it’s his favorite song-”

“It’s the only song he knows…” said Wes.

“What can I say? I love Billy Joel!” said Nick with much enthusiasm.

“Wes,” Blaine recommenced. “Is ‘The Gavel’. Long story.”

“Then you’re code name must be ‘Warbler’,” said Kurt, remembering back to what he had heard from Blaine’s phone conversation in the Lima Bean parking lot.

“Yea- wait. How did you know that?”

“Oh. I might have overheard you talking the other day…”

Blaine stared at Kurt with much interest. “You know what Kurt, I think you’ll make an amazing spy.” Kurt was trying his hardest to control the redness creeping onto his skin at this time.

“Kurt, does anyone call you by any amusing nicknames?” Wes asked.

“Hmmm…Coach Sylvester has been calling me ‘Porcelain’ for a while now…”

Blaine gave an endearing chuckle.

“I like that! Welcome to the team ‘Porcelain’.”