“Alright, we’ve got an hour at the most down there.” Kurt nodded sleepily up at Blaine, and then, with the push of a button, he was out. Blaine assumed position on the lawn chair next to him, nodding to Cobb to signal he was ready.
The older man looked at Kurt, then back to him. “Make it count.” With one last jerk of his head, Blaine’s vision faded to black.
When he came to, he was in a small, unfamiliar apartment.
“Alright, he should be here in about,” Kurt looked at his watch, “3 minutes.”
Blaine twirled a finger in the air, “Set it up. We need to get in and get out, fast.”
Kurt nodded at his mentor, giving him a small smile before he walked into the next room. Blaine sat down on the couch, an ugly green thing, setting his briefcase on the coffee table. Opening it up, he pulled out a gun, a manila folder, and a sheet of paper. Loading the gun, he let his eyes drift over his instructions one more time, making sure everything was going according to plan.
The sound of a key in the door made him quickly stand up, gun behind his back.

“Well hello, Mr. Garrett. I think you know why we’re here.”
The tall, blonde man gave a start at the sight of Blaine, but tried to play it off, throwing his keys on a small table casually. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. Removing his coat, he locked eyes with Blaine.
“You’ll never get it, you know. I know what you’re doing, and I know you don’t have much time. I’ve hidden it too well.”
Blaine sighed, looked down, and then raised his head to stare at the man. Taking the gun from behind his back, he touched the tip of it to Mr. Garrett’s temple.
“Listen, Steve, I don’t have time for this. You may know what we’re doing, but you don’t know how far in we are. Now, do you really want to take a chance with that?”
Blaine saw the man tense, and smirked to himself. He was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker.
A few moments later, the man spoke. “Fine. You’ll find that things are hardest to find when they’re hidden in plain sight.” His eyes flickered to a bookshelf, containing only a handful of books. Blaine took a step towards it, and the gun was suddenly knocked out his hand. Less than 3 seconds later, a shot ripped through the air, and he turned to find Kurt on the ground, blood spilling from his chest. Blaine ignored the urge to scream out, and instead lunged at the man, twisting his arm so he could take the weapon back. The blonde made a move for the door, but Blaine just smiled kindly, thanked him for his time, and shot him squarely in the chest.
Through the open window he could see the man’s subconscious, which were viciously rioting, leaving fire and destruction in their wake. Blaine ripped the books off the shelf, leafing through them each until he found what he was looking for. He stuffed it in his pocket, gave one last look to the Kurt, still on the ground, (a sight that made his chest seize up, but couldn’t be focused on at the moment), and flung himself out the window and on to the street below, just as the ending of La Vie En Rose began to play.