Title: How To Save A Life
Author: PuppeteerofLife
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Possible triggers, mentions of non-con, mentions of child prostitution, dub-con
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 2,600
Summary: When Special Agent Blaine Anderson is used as the distraction in an operation to stop a child prostitution ring, he certainly didn't expect to engage in activities with Kurt Hummel. And he especially didn't expect to fall in love with his boss' teenage son.
Prompt: Written for this prompt at glee_kink_meme: Burt, Blaine and several others are special agents working on gang people responsible for child prostitution and it looks like one of those children is Burt's kidnapped very long time ago son.

How To Save A Life

Chapter One
Chapter One:

Blaine loved his job. He really, really loved his job. He had to remind himself of that, as he drove across the empty highway, clutching a cardboard cup of coffee as if it were his lifeline. He struggled to keep his eyes open, as he often did this late at night. Ah-morning, as it was two in the morning, last time he had glanced at the glowing red digital numbers shining from his car's radio.

Normally said radio would have been switched on by now, but Blaine was too tired. Besides, the reason for his early awakening was still fresh in his mind, preying on all positive thoughts. It was with a grim determination that Blaine pressed his foot onto the gas, his license and badge at the ready, in case anyone dared pull him over. It was at times like these when Blaine wished he had the flashing strobe lights. He was a special agent, a young one at that, and those lights were not bestowed upon him. But that didn't matter. All he would have to do would be to say the magic words, 'Burt Hummel' and he would be on his way, encouraged to speed even. Burt Hummel's name had become legendary throughout the law enforcement in the state of Ohio, his reputation even spreading as far as Michigan. He was also notorious for chewing out anyone who was so much as a minute late. Especially on this case. It was only the sense of urgency and the desperation in Burt Hummel's voice that had dragged Blaine out of bed at one thirty in the morning. But Blaine knew the importance of this case.

Blaine Anderson had not become the youngest member of Burr Hummel's elite team by being unobservant. Over the last year, Blaine realized that Burt Hummel always, always accepted cases involving children, and he always saw them through. He became heavily involved in those cases, and after six months, Blaine finally confronted Burt about it. The story that had been revealed to him was downright tragic.

Blaine had known that Burt Hummel's wife had died nine years ago, and he had remarried, but Blaine had never known about Burt's son. When Burt had told Blaine he had a son, Blaine had thought he meant Finn. As it turned out, Burt had a son from his first marriage, a now seventeen year old boy named Kurt. Blaine had expected to hear a sad tale of his death. He did not expect to hear the tragedy of his kidnapping.

Any instance of kidnapping was enough to draw tears, but Blaine couldn't help but feel his heart go out to Burt Hummel when he heard the details. Apparently his boss had been working on a case, trying to put down a child prostitution ring. His son had been walking home one day after school, and he had been kidnapped by the leaders of the ring. Since then, Burt Hummel had spent the past four years searching for the ring, doing everything he could to stop them, and reclaim his lost son. And now that they had finally pinned them down and gotten a location, he would be beyond pissed if his best agent was late.

Just thinking about Burt's expression made Blaine's grip on his Starbucks coffee carton tighten. He did not want to die, and he certainly did not want to die at the hands of his boss. At least if he died in a car accident or by a gunshot, there was a fifty percent chance it would be painless. If Burt Hummel murdered him, there was a one hundred and fifty percent chance that it would be hell, and Blaine would beg for death.

Blaine once more glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock.

He pressed his foot down on the gas, as quickly as it would allow him to.

"What the hell took you so long?"

Blaine winced as his boss snapped at him, his tone full of fury. God, Burt was even more terrifying in person. Blaine quickly cast his hazel eyes around, glancing at the assembled team. He saw David shoot him a sympathetic glance from his spot behind the computer in the van. Next to him, Wesley Kim sat, headphones over his ears, watching a screen intently.

"The city traffic is a bitch, even this early in the morning."

Blaine's tone was light, but it implied the seriousness of the situation. However, Burt Hummel didn't seem to be in the state of mind for feigned nonchalance. In fact, at Blaine could have sworn he heard Burt Hummel growl. But he had to remember that there was every possibility that the man's son was somewhere in the shady motel, doing…things with someone. Blaine realized, bile rising in his throat, that Burt's son had been taken at the age of thirteen, innocence ripped away from him at such a young, vulnerable age.

Blaine quickly tore himself away from his own bitter, self-pitying memories. This was not about him. This was about rescuing Kurt and the other children.

"You're lucky we need you on this one Anderson, otherwise you would have been demoted to grunt work faster than you can say 'dapper'."

He had a hard time resisting rolling his eyes. It had become an ongoing joke throughout the office about Blaine's 'dapper' personality. Just because he was a gentleman who had never gotten laid before, Wes and David had decided to instigate the joke, and it had never truly died.

Suddenly, something registered within Blaine.

"You need me? For what, point guard?" Blaine was a little surprised. It was no secret that he was the best special agent, he wouldn't have been recruited at age twenty if he wasn't, but that was because he was a smooth talker, and was quick on his feet. He could adapt to a situation at the drop of a hat, but Jeff was by far the best shot out of all of them. He was usually the point guard.

But for the life of him, Blaine couldn't figure out what else Burt would need him for. He wouldn't have said that he was needed, unless it was for point guard, or something unorthodox. And guessing by the awkward looks being tossed across the room, and several people purposely avoiding his eyes, it was going to be the latter.

"Not quite kid." Burt said gruffly, though there was a hint of…was that pity in his voice? "We need you to be the distraction."

Now Blaine knew that it had been an apologetic tone.

The distraction was the worst job. They were always in the most danger, and they had to be quick thinkers. In retrospect, it was the perfect position for Blaine, and he fit it better than anyone else. But that didn't mean he had to like it. He still didn't understand the meaning behind the pointed looks he was getting from the other members of his team.

Wes turned away from his computer, and handed Blaine a micro camera. "This is brand new high tech shit from way up in the department. So if you lose or break this, I will personally castrate you." He said his voice deadly serious. Blaine had to laugh, if only to try and ease the heavy tension that he did not understand.

Sighing, Burt grabbed Blaine's shoulder, and turned him to face the older man. Burt ran a hand over his shaved head, and began to speak in his normal gruff voice, though it seemed slightly softer to Blaine. "Listen, kid, it is vitally important that you distract these people. The kids are hidden somewhere, and we have no idea where. The only way to find them is if the leaders take you to the kids."

Blaine frowned. How the hell was he going to convince them to do that? And why had Burt just shoved a roll of what seemed like several thousand dollars into his hand?

"Once you get down there, they'll probably take you to a separate room. We need you to stall for as long as possible. Maybe even hours."

Blaine was still confused. He glanced down at the money in his hand, about to ask what Burt meant, before it all finally clicked into place. He was a little oblivious at times yes, but really who would immediately jump to the conclusion that Burt wanted…that.

"Y-you want me to have s-sex with one of those-those children?" Blaine choked out, and the tension reached a peaking point. He couldn't believe this. His only sexual experience had been completely against his will, eight years ago. He couldn't believe that Burt was now asking him to partake in an act that they were currently trying to put people behind bars for. Blaine was downright shocked, and more than a little upset.

Burt looked Blaine straight in the eye, and nodded.

"Yes."

It was that one word that made Blaine snap.

"No!" He cried out, and he could feel the shock emanating from the other members of his team. He shook his head vehemently, enunciating his words. "No, I won't do that! How could you ask me to take advantage of someone like that?" Blaine felt especially betrayed, because not three months ago, he had confessed to Burt Hummel what had happened when he was thirteen years old.

"ANDERSON! Listen to me!"

Everything stopped as Burt Hummel roared in Blaine's face, trying to get his attention.

"If you want to help these kids, you will do what I told you! Do you think I'm happy about this? Do you think I want to put another kid through this? Do you think I want to ask one of my agents to do this? Because I sure as hell don't! But I want to get these kids out of this hellhole! I want to have my son back!"

Taking a deep breath, Burt began speaking again, this time his voice calmer, more rational. "You're the youngest agent Blaine; you'll be the most convincing. I need Kim and Roderick behind the computers and Jeff at point. Nick and Thad are his go to men, you know that, and Trent gets flustered within a mile radius of a girl!"

Blaine took a deep breath, and looked at the ground. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He felt his stomach curling, he felt sick all over. And when he glanced at the micro camera pinned to the lapel of his jacket, he turned a mortified red, realizing that Wes, David and Burt would all be watching. Call him old fashioned, but he believed that sex was something special, something to share between two people who loved each other, in privacy. Not something to happen between an adult and an enslaved child, with other people watching, and no emotional ties to each other.

"Fine." Blaine said his voice cracking. "Fine, I'll do it." Glaring at Burt, he added, "But I'll never forgive you for this."

Burt heaved a sigh. "I don't think I'll forgive myself for this kid."

Blaine nodded, and barely listened as Wes gave him a rundown of how the ring operated, and how he was supposed to act, once inside the seedy looking motel. He only jerked to attention when he found David messing with his clothes and hair, making him look rather messy and disheveled.

"What the hell?" Blaine snapped, slapping David's hands away from him. David put his palms flat in the air, a peaceful gesture.

"It'll be more convincing if you look drunk." David said calmly. Handing him a bottle of straight vodka, he said, "Here, rub this on your face. It'll make you smell like you're drunk." Blaine took the bottle and did as he was told, with half a mind to take a shot from the bottle.

As if reading his mind, Burt said, without looking up from Wes' computer screen, "No drinking on the job Anderson, I don't give a damn what you're about to do. We need you alert and sober."

Blaine glared at the back of Burt's head, and couldn't resist snapping, "Yep, you're right Hummel, being drunk is definitely the worst thing I can do while fucking a child who is forcibly involved in prostitution."

Everyone in the room winced at Blaine's harsh, bitter words. The twenty-one year old hardly ever cursed or swore, but no one could truly blame him. None of them wanted to be in this situation, and they certainly didn't want their co-worker, their friend to have to be in it either.

David silently handed him a license plate to replace the one on his car. "You should take your car. You're playing a rich drunk, so your Mercedes-Bentz fits the part."

Blaine snatched the license plate away with a glare. He adored his car, he had saved his money and worked hard for it. His parents had not purchased it for him, something he was quite proud of. And now it would forever be tainted by the memories of this horrible night.

Without another word, Blaine stalked out of the cramped undercover van, and stormed silently over to his car.

As he walked into the motel, Blaine tried to imitate the walk of a man under the influence. He had, of course, been drunk a few times in his life, but he was a rather horny drunk, even resorting to kissing girls occasionally. However, he didn't want to think about being horny tonight.

Making his way over to the desk, he spoke in a slur, reciting the words Wes had taught him. "I'm looking for some entertainment downstairs tonight." He slapped down the roll of two-thousand dollars. Using his peripheral vision, Blaine saw the man behind the desk widen his eyes. However, like Blaine, he managed to keep his cool.

"Movies or television?" The man asked coolly. Blaine knew to say movies, but he did not know why. However, he trusted Wes. "Movies."

The man nodded, and asked if he wanted something age appropriate. Blaine had no idea what the hell that meant, so he went out on a limb and answered with a cocky yes. The man's eyebrow raised, but he made no comment. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he passed desk duty over to another man, and led Blaine to his office.

In his office, he opened a door in the back, which led to some stairs. Blaine swallowed inconspicuously as he followed the man. The further he went, the more real this all became. He was about to have sex with an underage minor, someone who had probably been in this hellish trap for years. Someone who had already been broken and emotionally damaged.

Blaine resolved right then and there to make it as good for the child as he could. He didn't know who it would be, hell, he didn't even know if it would be a boy, but he knew what it felt like to be tainted. He knew what it felt like to have someone forced upon you. He had sworn to himself that he would never do that, and he wouldn't let these circumstances change that. He would make it sweet, and careful, he would make the person feel like they mattered, because they sure as hell did. Blaine, for all intent and purposes, would make love to them.

And when the door opened to reveal a lean, delicate, gorgeous looking teenager with sad, dulled blue eyes, Blaine realized how much easier, yet harder this was going to be.