Chapter 5

“Ok, Brains. What do you got for us?”

The group of teenaged spies (and Kurt) was on their way back to Lima in their very spacious spy van. Nightfall was approaching fast. If Kurt wasn’t home soon, he would never hear the end of it from his father.

Wes, the brains of the operation, was clearly very excited. He tried to keep himself composed, but that failed.

“Alright you guys, listen up,” said Wes. “Now, what’s is our main goal? Anybody?”

Jeff raised his hand.

Wes pointed to Jeff. “Yes, Blondie?”

“To get to Paul Karofsky before he sells or uses his weapons of mass destruction.”

“Correct! Two points for Blondie. And what is the best way to get to Paul Karofsky?”

“His son!” said Nick.

“You forgot to raise your hand, Uptown Girl,” reprimanded Wes.

“Are you serious right now?”

“His son!” cried Jeff, eager for the senseless points.

“Correct!” Wes declared.

Kurt and Blaine were snickering silently beside Nick, who rolled his eyes. “Carry on please,” he urged.

“What does Karofsky like to do? What are his hobbies?”

Torture poor defenceless kids

“Enough with the questions, already!” yelled Nick, who had quite enough of this tomfoolery.

“Awww…” whined Jeff. “But I was in the lead.”

“Okay. As we know, Karofsky spends most of his free time with the McKinley High football team. Right?”

“Right,” chimed the group.

“So if we needed to survey his actions and get inside his head, we’d need to be as close as we can. But not too close as to cause suspicion. Right?”

“Right.”

“We are going to have Blaine Warbler here, join the football team. Tryouts are tomorrow. You’ll make the team without question and will be able to keep a close eye on Karofsky. Get to know him. Find a way to get Intel.”

“I love that idea, Wes! I love football!” said Blaine with his eyes sparkling with delight.

He looks so precious right now…

“And Kurt.”

Kurt snapped out of his daydreaming and looked to Wes.

“Yes, Mr. Gavel?” The boys enjoyed that comment. Even Wes chuckled at it.

“My sources tell me that you were a kicker for the McKinley Titans. Is that true?”

Blaine’s head shot up so fast he should have gotten whiplash. Kurt blushed a deep shade of red. That was certainly an interesting time. Back when he was trying to prove his “straightness” to his father. It had been awhile since he’d thought of all that. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be back out there on the field, playing with Karofsky again.

“Yes, that’s true. It’s a long story. I’d rather not go into it.”

“Fair enough,” said Wes. “So would you be up for returning to the football team?”

“Not football, per se. But I know the perfect alternative way that I can still be there alongside to help.”

“I like the sound of that! Care to share?”

“Not yet. I think I’ll keep it a secret.”

“We spies don’t enjoy surprises all that much. But you seem like a smart guy, so we trust you.”

“Thanks, Wes. I won’t let you guys down.”


Tuesday Night: 22:34


“It’ll be on your next left.”

Kurt called out directions to David. It was now past curfew. Burt would surely be pacing the living room at the moment. Carole would most likely be trying to tell him to relax, while Finn is finishing up a box of pizza or something ridiculous of the sort.

The van pulled up to the curb in front of Kurt’s home. Of course, the lights were still on inside. Kurt clambered out of the back of the van, only to notice that Blaine was following him.

He’s following me home. This boy is a puppy.

“A lot to take in today…” said Blaine.

“You’re telling me.”

They walked up the cemented driveway and then along the brick path to the front door of the house. The two stood there, not quite sure of what to say next. Kurt was relieved when Blaine finally spoke.

“So, what is this surprise you’re keeping from us?”

“Well, I couldn’t tell you because then it wouldn’t be a surprise, silly.”

“A hint then, maybe?”

“Hmm. Let me think,” Kurt paused for a second. “It involves being… flexible.”

Blaine’s face was priceless.

“Kurt is that you? Why are y-”

At that very moment, Burt Hummel opened the front door to find his son conversing with a hair gelled and handsomely panic-stricken young man.

In other words: trouble.

Burt wondered when his son would start bringing home other boys.

“Oh, hi there,” Burt managed.

“Hello, sir,” replied Blaine.

“Dad, this is Blaine. Blaine, my dad, Burt,” introduced Kurt uncomfortably.

“Nice to meet you,” Burt said uncomfortably while sounding gruff. Burt lent his hand for what seemed like an awkward handshake.

“Nice to meet you too, sir,” Blaine said politely. As if he could speak otherwise.

“Kurt, you’re late. Get inside,” Burt told his son. “I’d like a few words with you.” Burt went back inside the house where he would be waiting.

“Bye Blaine. See you tomorrow, I guess,” Kurt gave Blaine his most apologetic smile.

Blaine gave a slight nod and returned the smile. “Yeah. Bye Kurt.”

The instant he walked into his house, Kurt was bombarded with questions.

“Why are you so late?” asked Burt sternly. “Who was that boy?”

“A boy?” Carole joined in. “Is he cute? Is he your boyfriend? How old he? Do you have classes together?”

“Do we have anymore pizza?” said the unmistakable voice that was Finn in the kitchen.

This was going to be a long night.