“Well, well, well, what have we here?” Wes was standing in the hallway waiting for him.

“Coffee and donuts,” damn that smile still wouldn’t go away thought Blaine.

“I was kind of busy last night – what with my mouth being violated in such a manner – that I couldn’t ask for any details but spill – who, what, when and most importantly how?” Blaine just gave him a pointed glance and handed him a coffee cup ignoring his questions.

“You know eventually you will break and tell us everything. Why avoid the inevitable? Oh – I get it you want to wait for David and Bob to get here so you don’t have to repeat the story twice. Cool. I can wait,” Blaine just wanted to ram his fist into Wes’ face but it was hard to think about any sort of violence when all his face wanted to do was smile.

Adams showed up for a debriefing and nothing new was added to the information they already had filed in their reports.

Frustrated Blaine ran his fingers through his hair forgetting how much gel he had used until his fingers got stuck in his head, “Essentially there is nothing we can do to plan ahead. The perp has his own list of items he deems worthy enough to steal, which he isn’t sharing with us, and all we can do is sit back and wait until he makes a mistake so we can catch him,” he said surreptitiously wiping the gel off of his fingers with a napkin.

“Pretty much,” agreed Adams. “There were hundreds of thousands of artifacts, paintings, sculptures, jewelry, crystal, and china that went missing during the war and most of them have never been catalogued. Many of the items were destroyed by the Nazis so there really isn’t a complete list anywhere of what exactly is missing. There are items in private homes throughout the world that are not considered “priceless” but have some sentimental value to the families of the victims of the Holocaust. It all comes down to what this thief is thinking. What makes an item worthy of his time?
We have reports of the expensive things that have been stolen but have there been other items stolen that have never been reported?”

“It’s frustrating just sitting here with no leads,” growled Blaine.

“At least you have video of this theft. Not sure if the perp is getting sloppy but he has never been caught on camera before,” Adams commented.

“I don’t think he was being sloppy. He knew we were staking out the place. He actually saluted us! I’m sure underneath the mask he was laughing his ass off at us. I can’t believe the museum security did not catch him right on the spot,” said Blaine shaking his head in disgust.

“I guess the security guards were lulled by the fact that the security panel in front of the painting was touted as impossible to breach. They wanted all of their guards out patrolling instead of watching a painting that was impossible to steal. They figured if they were out on the floor they would have a better chance of catching any thief,” reported Adams.

“Agent Anderson, do you have anything else you want to add?”

“We do know that the person was male and is probably working alone. It is harder to keep secrets when you are working as a team and we were watching the perimeter of the museum. Had there been a team, they would have had a harder time blending in to the scenery. I’m inclined to believe that whoever he is – he’s working alone.” Everyone in the room agreed with Blaine’s assessment. “We will keep checking with our contacts and NYPD will continue to investigate but unless he pops up on our radar again we will just have to wait until he gets sloppy or we get lucky.”

“I will keep trying to find a money trail. If money is ever exchanged for this painting we will know about it. That value of the painting alone is enough to make it interesting gossip. It would be hard to keep that much money changing hands a secret. It might not happen for a few months. The theft generated so much publicity that the perp will probably keep the painting hidden for a while before he tries to get rid of it. David and I will keep plugging along,” said Wes as the group nodded and everyone went back to their offices.

Blaine was sitting at his desk finishing up some paperwork when his phone buzzed signaling a text message.

-Hey u, still on for the wedding today?

He quickly sent a reply.

-Definitely – I love weddings

-Ok – see u then I know u r working -bye

Blaine finished up a report and grabbed his jacket. He was just going to grab a sandwich at the corner deli and come back and work through his lunch hour. He wanted to finish up everything he had to accomplish so that he could leave as soon as possible. He didn’t get too far. Wes, David and Bob were all waiting for him by the elevator. He sighed and just kept walking. He knew they wouldn’t leave him alone until they had wrung every detail out of him.

“Let’s go then,” he told them as he walked into the elevator.

“What’s his name?”

“What does he do for a living?”

“Is he gay?” at this question Blaine just shook his head.

“What kind of computer does he own?” Everyone just stopped trying to speak and stared at Bob. “What? That is a legitimate question. You can learn a lot about a person by the type of hardware they own,” Bob said defensively.

“I don’t think Blaine got a chance to really examine the hardware,” yelped Wes as Blaine punched him hard.

“As much grinding and bumping those two were doing on the dance floor we definitely know there was no software involved!” Blaine seriously just wanted to ram his head against the elevator door in frustration while the other three were almost in tears laughing at his expense. He really did love these guys but sometimes they were even too much for him to deal with. All he wanted was to finish his work and spend time with Kurt. He couldn’t believe he was so attracted to someone he had just met.

They ordered their food and were waiting for their food when Blaine realized they were waiting for him to answer their questions.

“His name is Kurt. I don’t know what he does for a living. He is gay. I don’t know what type of computer he owns or even if he owns a computer,” he laughed at Bob’s shocked expression at the thought of someone not owning a computer.

“He was there with his brother and friends. His brother is getting married today and he invited me to go with him.”

“Did you run his name through the system?” asked David.

“Umm no – that would be illegal plus I don’t even know his last name or date of birth.”

“Is he a good kisser?” asked Wes.

“We didn’t get the chance to kiss.”

“Humph – you better remedy that as soon as possible. No sense wasting time on someone who kisses like a dead fish,” mumbled Wes. Blaine just shook his head.

“What happened with those girls from last night?” asked Blaine trying to steer the conversation away from Kurt.

“Nothing – I will have you know that I was true to my girlfriends last night,” replied Wes sounding slightly offended.

“That’s because the girls were a couple who had made a bet with some friends to see who could get a guy to make out with them first,” laughed Bob while David and Wes looked embarrassed. Blaine started laughing and couldn’t stop until he finally had to try to take a breath.

“I thought whatever happened at VIBE stayed at VIBE,” grumbled David.

“Remember that the next time you guys want to grill me about Kurt,” said Blaine making a mental note to get Bob a nice gift for his birthday which was next week. They finished their lunch and headed back to work. Blaine was able to leave at 1:30 which gave him plenty of time to shop for a new shirt to go with his black suit.
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The thief dialed the international code for Germany and waited for the phone to be picked up. “How is Heidi doing?” he asked.

“She has her good days and bad days. Do you have good news?”

“Yes, please tell her I will see her Tuesday morning. I fly into Frankfurt on Monday and I will have a few minutes on Tuesday.”

“Thank you so much. You don’t know what this means to our family. My mother will be thrilled to see you. I will let her know you will be here soon.”

The thief hung up the phone. This job was complete. It had been a bit difficult but he had finally figured out how to get the painting. All he had to do now was smuggle it out of the country and return it to its rightful owner. He looked as his watch and hurried into the bathroom. He wanted to look good this afternoon. He thought about the man he met last night and couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t every day that he got to celebrate his brother’s marriage and meet an extremely hot, handsome man that seemed truly interested in him. All in all, Kurt Hummel had had a pretty good week!