Kurt watched as they flew by masses of fluffy white clouds dotting a radiant blue sky. After a while though, the sun became to be too much for Kurt and he shut the window. He turned to his husband sitting next to him who had a copy of Vogue open in his lap, though he hadn't turned a page since the plane had taken off ten minutes ago.

Kurt leaned over to rest his cheek on his shoulder, "Honey, I know that Lena Dunham looks beautiful in that spread and all but you've been staring for ten minutes. Either you're having a sexuality crisis or something's on your mind. Let's hope for our sake, it's the latter."

Blaine smiled slyly, "I think last night proved I'm as gay as they come. If you don't believe me, you can ask my sore ass."

He laughed, "While I'm pretty well acquainted with your ass, I'll take your word for it this time. So, if you aren't turning straight, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

An exhale. Downcast eyes. A pause and then- "Don't you feel weird about going back home? I know for a fact that your dad would be pissed if he saw you. You haven't talked to him in over a year."

He sighed and spoke against the soft cotton covering Blaine's shoulder, "I'm nervous." He admitted, "But mostly I'm trying not to think about it. You know me."

"I do know you."

They were both silent for a few minutes, "I still think it's amusing that we grew up in the same town but didn't meet until we were training." Kurt said, smiling fondly. "I think my teenage self could've used someone like you in my life."

"I think the feeling is mutual. Though I'm not exactly complaining about how we did meet."

He chuckled, "That's true."

Kurt stood against the wall of the training room, eyes roving the studio. There were about twenty people there, and they all had either two emotions pictured on their faces; stoic and unflinching or nervous and jittery. Kurt was pretty sure he looked the latter. Not only did he suddenly feel out of his element, he quickly realized that the men in the room were probably all straight as an arrow. While he wasn't down with hiding his sexuality, he resolved not to say anything unless directly asked.

As he looked around at the different people, he noticed with a jolt that somebody was staring at him. A hazel-eyed, raven-haired, attractive somebody. The boy, who couldn't have been older than Kurt, flushed at being caught and looked away.

Kurt bit his lip. So what if the guy was ridiculously gorgeous? And who cared that he had an ass that Kurt's eyes drew to like a magnet? And it shouldn't really have mattered to him that the boy's lips were full and plump and….No. None of that mattered at all.

Suddenly, the guy looked up and caught Kurt's eye. It was his turn to blush deeply. He hoped desperately that the guy would look away but instead he met Kurt's gaze and then- he winked.

Kurt froze and wondered for a second if he was seeing things in his nervousness and that maybe this angel of a man wasn't real at all. But before he could walk over and maybe poke the guy to see if he was solid, the guy blushed again and looked away.

Before Kurt could even react, a booming voice broke over the idle chatter. The group of young adults watched as a woman with short curly hair and a shock of red lipstick clapped her hands loudly. "Listen up, kids." A few people scoffed at that but they were ignored, "I'm Agent Beiste. No, not B-E-A-S-T and no, I won't tolerate any jokes made. Trust me, I've heard them all." She paused. "Here's the thing, you're here because somebody out there thinks that you've got what it takes to be an Agent. All I'm going to say is: Don't let that somebody down. And more importantly, don't let yourselves down." She looked at them all with a hard sort of determination in her eyes, "Here's what's going to happen. You've all warmed up so we're going to start with some sparring. Form a circle around the mats."

Everyone scrambled to do so and the air was buzzing with the anticipation of who would be picked. Beiste consulted her clipboard then without looking up said, "Hummel. Anderson. You're up."

Kurt's eyes widened and since he was at the front of the cluster, he walked out into the center of the circle first and had to wait for the longest seconds of his life to see who his opponent would be. And then finally the boy who'd caught his eye before walked out in all his unearthly beauty.

Kurt choked slightly. The guy (Anderson?) was resolutely not meeting his eyes. Beiste spoke up, "Alright, the rules: Nothing at the face, first one pinned to the count of five wins. Don't worry about showing off, I need to know where you are. Introduce yourselves and then you can start."

Both men walked towards each other and the dark-haired one spoke first, "Blaine Anderson."

"Kurt Hummel." For some reason, Blaine's cheeks turned pink again at the sound of his voice.

They drew back and Kurt noticed that Blaine still wasn't meeting his eyes. "On the count of three, boys. One!" Well, Kurt wasn't having any of that.

"Two!" He determinedly tried to meet Blaine's eyes and smirked when they made eye contact.

"Three! GO!" Then Kurt winked boldly and watched Blaine's eyes widen before he moved in and threw the first punch.

Kurt hummed happily at the memory, "Thank god for Beiste."

Blaine laughed and kissed the top of his head, "Don't know where we would be without her."

Kurt sighed deeply and fell back onto the twin bed, groaning as his muscles flexed after being on the plane for so long. He looked around at the small room he would be staying in, complete with one window, a nightstand, a bed and small closet.

He rolled out of bed to check out the rest of the apartment. He padded across the wooden floors, making note of the small kitchen, a living room and a bathroom. Blaine and Carter were staying in separate rooms from him but Kurt knew that there would definitely be some night-time sneaking between his room and his husband's.

He walked to Blaine's room, which had the same layout as his. He paused in the doorway, watching Blaine, ever the efficient one, already unpacking his suitcase. Kurt watched unabashedly as he reached up to place something on a high shelf, the lines of his body stretching sinuously. "Stop staring at my ass."

"Mm, difficult."

Blaine rolled his eyes , "You're ridiculous." He pulled his gun from the back of his jeans and stored it in the nightstand. He turned to his husband, "We need groceries, you know. You look antsy, you should go get them. Stretch your legs."

"Yeah, you're right." He was about to walk out but turned back around, "You want anything?"

"I'm good, babe. " Kurt was about to leave again when Blaine called out, "No, wait, come back."

He raised an eyebrow questioningly but walked over. Blaine's hands slipped into his back pockets to pull him closer and he stretched slightly to place a kiss on his lips. Kurt smiled into the kiss and pulled back asking, "Mm, what was that for?"

"You looked handsome."

"You're sappy." But he leaned in and pressed a kiss to his bottom lip, "I love you."

"Love you." He slid his hands out of Kurt's pockets to swat at his ass playfully, "Now go get groceries! What are you still doing here?"

Kurt rolled his eyes as he walked out of the room, flipping him off as he went. "Asshole."

He pulled on a light jacket, stored a knife in one of his boots and gun in the back of his tight jeans. He passed Carter's room on the way there and after a moment's hesitation he ducked his head in. Carter turned from where he was unpacking things from his suitcase, "Hey, partner." He winked lewdly, "Come to see how soft my bed was?"

"No, you asshat. I'm going to get groceries, did you want anything?"

"Are you one of the options?" Carter asked, running a hand through his hair. As he pushed away the bright blond locks from his forehead, Kurt noticed a scar dotting the skin near his hairline. It was small, insignificant and easily hidden by Carter's floppy locks.

Kurt rolled his eyes and turned on his heel, leaving with a call of "I've got my phone if you need me!"

A/N: So, did anyone get the tiny clue there? Yes, no? You should review and tell me…

Quicker update than usual :D You can thank summer vacation.

Shini x