When he took Kurt's hand, he knew immediately that it was a mistake. Blaine wasn't at Dalton Academy for this. He couldn't be distracted by beautiful boys on the stairs. His objective was to become popular, yes, but he knew at once that Kurt would be something more than just a device he would use to get to the top. He wouldn't be able to just walk away from this boy. Not like he was meant to.

Now, weeks after, he almost wished he'd never met Kurt Hummel.

Almost.

They were running through the debris-ridden, smoky corridors, and Blaine just wanted all of this to go away. Kurt didn't deserve to be caught up in all of this. Nobody was meant to be in the school then. The mission would have gone smoothly if he'd kept to the plan. Make no friends; get close to nobody.

Well he'd messed that up.

It was because nobody was really Blaine's friend at Dalton. He was fake and obnoxious - the way he'd meant to come across. He'd needed to become noticeable without getting attached, and he'd succeeded. Until Kurt had stopped him that day on the stairs.

So when the school caught on fire 'accidentally', nobody would have noticed that Blaine was still inside, just how he'd wanted, how he'd planned. But of course Kurt noticed. Kurt cared enough to run back into the burning English building. And now he was in trouble.

Blaine had been sent to Dalton Academy for boys to neutralise a particular subject. To lure them in with his popular, self-centred status and then take them out while making it look like an accident. So, that was why the fire was a necessity. Only Blaine had been distracted by Kurt and had lost the subject.

Which meant an assassin was running around the building. The same building Kurt was in.

Blaine was terrified. This was all meant to go so much more smoothly. Now he might lose the only person who had ever been so important to him, if he didn't concentrate.

Yes, Blaine was a spy trained in five different types of combat, could hack into a database which was protected with hundreds of firewalls in record time, could speak fluently in seven languages and knew the basics of six others, could lip read, read Braille and once convinced the leader of a terrorist organisation to hand over explosives and plans to the American government in person. Blaine was a good spy. He knew how to do his job.

But if there was one thing in the world that Blaine didn't know how to do, it was love. He couldn't even keep Kurt safe. His mind was so muddled that he had let Kurt in, allowed him to become close; to care. And now everything was going to Hell, and he didn't know how to fix it.