"Well that was boring," Sebastian drawled.

Kurt bit down on his lip, resisting, once more, the urge to stop Sebastian and punch him in the face. He was a traitor. He was a lying, disgusting, traitor who cared for nobody but himself and Kurt had to stand there and nod and talk as though nothing was off or else he could put Blaine in danger. Blaine couldn't be in danger, not at his hands and definitely not at Sebastian's. Not when they were putting distance between themselves just so that they could be safe. 

Sirens hummed in the distance, fading fast, as they sped off in an attempt to find the man draped in black, who probably was long gone by then anyways. Broken glass was scattered around the front of the building that Sebastian and Kurt stood nearby, leftover officers taping off the area, muttering amongst themselves. Kurt caught scraps of conversations, hissing under their breath about Silver leaving a mess and those defensive voices snapping back that he was saving lives.

Sebastian was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest and eyes shadowed, staring off in the direction that they'd seen Panther dart off in. His eyes seemed distant and distracted. His hands were much too still. 

His eyes skimmed over the broken glass door again. The brick walls were perfectly intact, and unfortunately lacked windows. Over the noise of the crowds of curious people only distant sounds could've been heard from where Kurt and Sebastian had been standing. He'd heard a few scraping noises, and then the sound of another window smashing when Panther had escaped, but he wasn't sure what exactly had happened inside, and he couldn't help but worry that Blaine was hurt.

Kurt's hand was tucked in his pocket, holding his phone. He wanted so badly to check in on him, but they both knew it was best to stay apart. Did it matter though that staying apart felt like he was being torn apart himself? If things were meant to be, why did it have to hurt so much? He was helping to protect Blaine that was what mattered-and yes, every time he thought about it he did have to tell himself exactly that. Something as simple as holding back words was also one of the most complex things a person could do. It was sometimes like Kurt was ready to burst, so tempted to speak to him.

"Well sometimes the job gets boring," Kurt replied without emotion.

Sebastian glanced at him. "Yeah, well there wasn't much to watch. He could've put on his usual show at least."

He bit down on his lip, looking away from Sebastian. "He isn't here to put on a show."

Kurt heard Sebastian huff behind him. "Well you may think that but people show up for excitement." He paused, and Kurt heard his feet shuffle. "That Panther guy wasn't even doing anything wrong exactly. He showed up, he broke some things, and then tackled Silver into a building. Nobody else was in danger."

Kurt spun around. "People could've been hurt," he snapped.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow lazily. "How so?"

He lifted his hand towards the door, gesturing a bit aggressively towards the shattered glass that sprinkled the ground. "Broken glass could've cut someone."

Kurt knew it sounded weak, even to his own ears, but the fury was enough for him not to even care. "Ooo that would be horrible," Sebastian said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Are you worried they were going to trip on misplaced pebbles, too? Maybe we should get a squad on that. Damn those pebbles and their horrid ways."

"The guy had metal claws for fingers. He did damage to this building and I'm pretty sure that if Silver hadn't shown up and people tried to shoo him off he would've hurt them himself." He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "He wanted to cause trouble I don't think he would've cared who got hurt."

Sebastian wasn't looking at Kurt, but at the wall beside him, almost as though refusing to look right at him. "His goal was to stop Silver, obviously."

Kurt's hand balled into a fist. "Everyone's goal apparently is," he sneered.

Sebastian lifted his head, composing himself slowly so that he went from suspicious and unable to look at Kurt, to bored once more, giving Kurt a curious glance. "Except yours, right? Kurt Hummel, high and mighty, too good for reality?"

"He's trying to help," Kurt said through gritted teeth.

Sebastian tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "You're just Silver Spark's number one fan, aren't you?" he said softly. 

His heart gave a little jump. He couldn't help but feel nervous that something was off, that Sebastian was testing him. He couldn't associate himself with Silver, not too closely. One wrong word on his part and he’d be seeing Blaine in shackles. "All I'm saying is that we're trying to stop a guy that's trying to help."

"I've heard it before," Sebastian muttered. 

"Because it's true," Kurt said plainly.

"People hate him now," Sebastian said, keeping his voice low and smooth. "People see that he's not doing anything more than putting on a show. You and I, we are the people who see that he's becoming a danger more than ever. That he's not really helping, and it's our job to take off that mask and put a name to the hidden face, and then stop him from adding more trouble."

Kurt didn't reply. He just shook his head and turned towards the yellow tape that crisscrossed over the doors. "Well, we've got nothing today," he sighed. "We can check security footage tomorrow when they release it to us."

Sebastian shrugged and started walking away without a word. Kurt paused a moment, watching the reflection of light on the broken glass, his thoughts as numerous as the beams of light that shot out from the shard, and then sighed, following suit. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and ducked his head, hoping that if he gave Sebastian a few minutes they could both cool down and let the conversation drift off into the past, a thought brushed against and then quickly slipping away.

The two stepped out of the car a little while later. Sebastian slammed the door shut, walking towards the tall, glass building beside them. It loomed over them, casting heavy shadows and reflecting the sun like a diamond. Sebastian pushed through the door, Kurt shouldering open the one next to him. Their footsteps echoed against the floors, the room not entirely busy and yet not completely empty.

They crossed the room to the elevators and stepped inside, pausing as it rose. The doors slid open again and Kurt stepped out first, leading them to the door at the end of the hallway. 

The door opened before Kurt could even lift his hand to knock.

"Mr. Hummel," Robert Ryerson mumbled from behind his cigar. He looked over Kurt's shoulder. "Mr. Smythe," he added. He stood back to let them walk in, moving around to his desk and sitting down. His hand slid over a file and he leaned back to turn off the screen, black and white static crackling across it. He crossed his arms and examined Kurt and Sebastian as they sat down across from him, hands held in fists so his knuckles were pale and eyes judging and drifting like searchlights. 

Kurt shifted in his seat, staring at the desk. He masked his face to hide his emotions, trying to ignore the amused grin turning the corner of Sebastian's mouth up.

Ryerson sighed, setting his folded hands on his desk. "We still haven't solved our Silver Spark problem," he stated, looking between the boys. "We have no single scrap of evidence towards who this guy is."

Neither said anything, they just kept watching.

"You've been watching the guy and he's only gotten to be more trouble," he said, bitterness creeping into his low voice. "Sure we've got some theories on the guys fighting our favourite hero, but we can't manage to find one damn thing on Silver Spark." He raised his brows, smiling. "Why is that?"

Kurt didn't say anything, swallowing and staring at his hands.

"He's good at hiding," Sebastian said carefully.

Ryerson nodded. "Excellent at it,” he agreed. “He's like the top champ at hiding-the Da Vinci of hiding." He pursed his lips and took the cigar between his fingers. "And we obviously aren't the Sherlock Holmes we should be."

Again, Kurt shifted in his seat. He bit down on his lip, keeping his face composed. He hated listening to this. He hated being in a room with two people determined to stop someone from doing good-determined to end the career of helping people that Blaine had created for himself. He wished he could just stand up and scream, tell them they were wrong. Tell them what Blaine had about using his abilities to help simply because it was right. But those words were ones that couldn’t be spoken, so instead, Kurt cleared his throat, swallowed and said, without looking up, "What exactly do you want us to do, sir?"

Ryerson smiled grimly. "We need to improve our tactics."

Sebastian grinned. "I agree completely, sir."

Kurt resisted the urge to sneer. "Improve how, sir?" he asked.

"The weapon that we've been developing," he said and Kurt nearly froze, "I think it's time that we put it to use."

Sebastian sounded almost giddy when he said, "I think that's an excellent idea, sir."

"You said before, though, that you didn't want anything drastic," Kurt said quickly, looking at Ryerson. He was trying to keep his voice level. "You didn't want the media involved with this and I'm sure shooting Silver Spark with a weapon that stuns and injures him is rather drastic. We'd been shamed in the public eye...sir."

Sebastian looked sideways at him, but Ryerson nodded. "I realize your concern, Hummel," he said steadily. "There are simple solutions, though."

Kurt swallowed. "Such as?"

Ryerson smiled. "Such as tracking him down."

"We've been trying that though, sir," Kurt said slowly-he needed to keep the panic out of his voice.

"Yes, we've been trying to track him down," he said, smiling even wider. "However, we haven't been tracking him. Follow him, forget whoever he's fighting, just follow him and track him down. Be sure to be carrying the weapon and stun him as soon as you’re out of the public eye. You don't need to know who he is to aim and fire."

Kurt stared at Ryerson. "What do we do with the body?"

"Just bring it back here," Sebastian said like it was obvious. "Sit him down, see who he is, and then send him off with a tough threat."

Kurt was nearly gripping the arm rest now. Sebastian spoke too smoothly-he was still probably hoping that whoever he talked to at McKinley Industries would track him down first and end more than just his career. He bit down on his lip, feeling sick at the idea of anyone unmasking Silver and finding Blaine staring up at them-all wide eyes and innocent. 

"Exactly," Ryerson said, chuckling.

They were laughing at this? At the idea of hurting someone? He could still picture when Blaine had gotten too close to that stuff. The sharp gasp and the pain that crossed his face as soon as it touched his skin. The way he'd winced and closed his eyes. The pain in his voice when he spoke. That was enough to make his skin crawl, that was enough to wish he'd never brought Blaine so close to that case on the table. He didn't think he'd be physically able to bare watching Blaine get hit with an actual dose of the stuff. His imagination ran wild and the images his head created made him shudder and feel sick all over again.

"What if he refused, though?" Kurt asked.

Both Sebastian and Ryerson looked curiously at him. "Excellent question," Sebastian muttered sarcastically.

"We'd make him see," Ryerson said, a certain darkness hidden behind his word.

Kurt held his hands in his lap. They were trembling. "How so, sir?"

"There are ways, Hummel," he said. He spoke slowly, cautiously. "We'd find things that....persuaded him to agree and see that he needs to stop messing around. There are people that are here to do his job already."

Kurt looked down at his hands again, folded in his lap. His mind was spinning, thoughts going round and round, a hurricane of ideas. Nails digging into palms, he bit down on his tongue, eyes flickering. Whatever it took, he would make sure Blaine was safe. Whatever it took, he wasn't going to let them hurt him.