“We've been driving for a while now... Where are we going exactly?”

Kurt was beginning to feel uneasy. He was currently in the back of a big black van occupied by five teenaged CIA agents (whom he had just met) going God knows where. And he trusted Blaine again because...?

Oh yeah. His smile was simply hypnotizing, yet reassuring. Like the one he was giving Kurt at the moment...

“We're takin' you to school,” said Jeff, throwing in some very lame gang signs.

“But we just came from sch-”

“It's not that kind of school. Not really, anyways,” Blaine explained with a gleam in his eye.

Kurt furrowed his brow. What could that possibly mean? Within moments, the van was approaching an enormous campus with a surrounding wall. As they moved closer to the gated entrance, a sign read:

Dalton Academy Est. 1905

“Wait. We're in Westerville?”

“Welcome to Dalton, Kurt!” said the boys in perfect unison.

Tuesday Afternoon: 16:50

Kurt marvelled at the sheer magnificence of the interior of the school. Why couldn't McKinley look like this? And why couldn't McKinley's students look like this? Handsome boys in identical navy blue and red blazers hastily made their way through the halls.

“Distracting, isn't it?” Nick had leaned in and whispered to Kurt.

“I'm not gonna lie. It is a little bit,” he replied with a chuckle.

“See anyone that catches your eye?” Nick teased.

Kurt kept silent but his eyes drifted to Blaine who was standing across the room, talking to an older gentleman. Nick smirked, knowing full well what was going on in Kurt's head.

“Oh, I see. Got'cha,” said Nick, “Yeah, everyone here loves the guy. You know, he's got an amazing voice too. That's why we call him 'Warbler'.”

“Really?” Oops. Kurt didn't mean for his voice to go that high... Nick snickered at that.

The school's bell rang. All the students, in an orderly fashion of course, made they're way down the hallway.

“Guys! Come on, let's go!” called Blaine, waving at Kurt and Nick. They followed Blaine, along with the rest of the students down Dalton's corridors, taking many turns along the way. Eventually, they came across two grand wooden doors with a scanning device on the wall beside them. Blaine pulled out a key card to be scanned.

Access Granted.

Automatically, the doors opened up to show an expansive room with what seemed like hundreds of bustling teen boys, again.

“Ok, guys,” Kurt began. “More-”

“Explaining?” Blaine offered with a grin.

“Yes please.”

Tuesday Evening: 17:30

The boys gave Kurt the grand tour of the area. More introductions to new faces were given, that he'll try his very best not to forget. So far, Kurt has learned that Dalton is a private school/CIA training facility for outstanding teenage boys. While a few minutes down the road from Dalton, is its sister school, Crawford Country Day (a private school for teenage girls) offers CIA training as well. Naturally, people would suspect these two schools to be, well, normal schools. And technically, they are. The students who go to Dalton or Crawford Country Day may be CIA agents, but they also attend normal high school classes there when not in training.

Now things were starting to make A LOT more sense. Unbelievable. But made sense.

“Anymore questions, Kurt?” asked Jeff. “You must have a lot of stuff running through your head right now, right?”

Kurt laughed. It was so true.

“Yeah, my mind is working overtime! As for questions, I don't -”

At that moment, tall and extremely attractive man strode into the room. He wore jeans that fit him very well and a black leather jacket over a plain white tee. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes.

The room of teen boys erupted with applause and hollers of excitement. Some even went up to the guy to give him high fives and fist bumps. The man lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head (of which had hair that could only be described as perfection) to reveal the bluest of eyes. He waved over to Kurt and the boys.

“Um, actually, I do have one last question. Who is that?” Kurt asked, wondering who it could possibly be. This man acted as if he was a celebrity.

“Him? He's like a rockstar around here,” said Nick.

“He's only the coolest spy and mentor we could ask for!” added Jeff.

“That's Cooper Anderson,” said Blaine, with an unimpressed tone. “He's my brother.”