A/N: Okay so this just came to e today. I love Mafia based stories because I'm just obsessed with the Mob. I blame Lana Del Rey for putting that lifestyle in my head. But I hope you guys like this. You guys also love how I through some Teen Wolf and Sterek in there LOL. If you do review, tell me if you like it because if no one likes where it is going then there's no point to continue. I think it went well. There will be endless surprises ahead if I continue. BTW: I DO NOT own Glee or Teen Wolf. The song is Schibe by Lady Gaga

It was dark as usual. Kurt looked at himself in the mirror in his private dressing room at the Spotlight Night Club one last time. His makeup was perfect and he looked more porcelain and gorgeous than ever before. Sweet angelface, I'm gorgeous. He thought to himself.

The thing is, Kurt Hummel did not picture his life like that this when he was young, but he sure isn't complaining now. He has it all, a husband with a cash flow like the Nile; more fashionable clothes and shoes than anyone could even dream of. And most of all, he was the star of the Spotlight Night Club.

His husband, Derek Hale, owned the club; along with many other associated business labels. (Read: Hale Cognac, Hale Industry, and Hale Music Corp.) Derek was a tall muscle man, just how he liked them, with gorgeous gray eyes, and a facial structure that anyone would kill for. Derek would buy Kurt mink coats and lavish him with many other gifts to keep his beautiful husband happy.

Kurt was no fool. He knew the real reason the Hale family had so much money. The mob may not be as big as it was before but it doesn't mean that they still don't exist. That being said, Kurt watched enough Sopranos to know that he need not ask any questions and not interfere with any business ideas. He just had to keep his mouth shut. Even if Derek goes off and has small affairs with that assistant, Stiles. Kurt knew that Derek loved Kurt more than Stiles and that the only reason he lavished Kurt with gifts was because he felt guilty. And even if Kurt didn't like the affairs, he remembered not to say a word about them.

Kurt stared at himself for a little while longer. He was twenty five and he still had amazing bone structure and the body of a goddess. He smiled. Living the good life sure made him more on the conceited side. He got up from his chair and threw on the costume for the night. It was pair of skimpy red shorts that had a long flow of cloth flowing behind it like a tail. His top was a deep red, like the shorts, with the sleeves cut off and was stripped to create tassels that both hid and flaunted his amazing stomach.

He walked over to the door that led to the top balcony of the stage. He nodded at the DJ before the lights shut off. He could hear the screams of his eager fans waiting for his performance. It was an even better night because he knew Derek was watching in his hidden office; he had to be even more perfect than usual. Derek came to watch Kurt sometimes but when he did the show was always the best of its kind.

He stepped out onto the balcony and laughed. His laughter echoed throughout the club. He smiled when they cheered louder.

I don't speak German
but I can if you like (Ow!)

The lighters flickered and the strobe lights began.

Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent madre monstere,
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
begun be uske but-bair
Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent uske monstere
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
Fraulein uske-be clair

Kurt knew the lyrics didn't have any meaning but he danced like the sex god he knew he was to them anyways. He crouched down and slowly made his way back to his standing position.

I'll take you out tonight,
Say whatever you like
Scheiße scheiße be mine, scheiße be mine
Put on a show tonight,
Do whatever you like
Scheiße scheiße be mine, scheiße be mine

Kurt danced his way towards the stairs and slowly made his way down while singing the next verse.

When I'm on a mission, I rebuke my condition
If you're a strong female you don't need permission

Kurt began dancing fast to keep up with the beat of the song. He knew he was perfect but he wanted to make sure that Derek saw every move and knew every detail was for him.

I, I wish that I could dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there
I, I wish that I could dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah

Kurt stared out to the audience and kept singing. However, he noticed two new faces in the mass of audience and he couldn't help but feel like they were out of place. The two men were dressed a little more professional than the rest of the crowd and they just didn't look like they belonged.

Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah

I don't speak German but I wish that I could...

Noah Puckerman walked into the Spotlight Night Club in search of one main person. The people knew him as Carmen but he knew those eyes; that face. He could recognize Kurt Hummel anywhere and it saddened him that he was here on business.

Apparently being a part of the FBI and knowing the husband of one of the mob men your department is trying to take down means that you have to be in charge of the case. Oh well, as long his old friend and partner, Sam Evans, was there, he knew he could handle his job well.

Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent madre monstere,
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
begun be uske but-bair

Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent uske monstere
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
Fraulein uske-be clair

Kurt knew these two men could be trouble. They looked like cops or detectives. He continued to dance and sing but he looked up into one of the glass mirrors on the roof to give his husband a little sign that indicated trouble.

Love is objectified by what men say is right
Scheiße scheiße be mine, bullshit be mine
Blonde high-heeled feminist, enlisting femmes for this
Express your womankind, fight for your right

When I'm on a mission, I rebuke my condition
If you're a strong female you don't need permission

I, I wish I got to could dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without somebody there
I, I wish I got to dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah

Derek Hale was no fool. He loved Kurt with all of his heart. Even if he may have his affairs here and there, he still loved Kurt more. It was just business.

He looked out and watched his lover perform and dance and it was giving him a serious hard on just watching and imagining. However, something caught his eyes and he looked over at the two men staring at his Kurt from the side. He did not like it at all. And when he caught the look Kurt sent him, he told his men to go ask the boys what they wanted and bring them to his office.

Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah

I don't speak German but I wish I could...

I I I I
I I I don't speak German
I I I I
But I can if you like

I I I I
I I I don't speak German
I I I I
But I can if you like

Kurt danced like he never danced before. Just because there was two strange men watching him from a distance it didn't mean that his hubby wasn't up there watching him. He looked at the two men again and saw Derek's men approach and led them to Derek's pseudo-office. He quickly went to finish the song.

I, I wish that I could dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without permission, yeah
I, I wish that I could dance on a single prayer
I, I wish I could be strong without the scheiße, yeah

Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh
Without the scheiße, yeah

Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent madre monstere,
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
begun be uske but-bair.

Ich schleiben austa be clair,
Es kumpent uske monstere
aus-be aus-can-be flaugen,
Fraulein uske-be clair

Once the music stopped playing Kurt quickly went back to his dressing room to change. He needed to see what the commotion was a about and he also wanted the feedback from Derek on his performance.

Derek sat in his office when the two men were brought in. He wanted to know their business and from the looks of them, it didn't look good. "How can I help you fine gentlemen?" He asked smoothly. He puffed on his cigar and let the smoke linger before blowing it out.

Noah and Sam looked at the man they were suppose to bring down sooner or later and nodded. "Hello, my name is Detective Puckerman and this here is Detective Evans. We're here from the NYPD and we want to question…Carmen Hale. His friend has been murdered and we just want to know if he knew anything." Puck spoke just like how they were scripted. He had to remember to call Kurt by the name most people would know him by.

Derek nodded and smiled. "My beautiful husband, you don't think he had anything to do with it right?" Derek's face became serious and stony. If Puck didn't know any better, he'd think he was just any normal concerned rich husband.

"Of course not, we just want to know if he knows anything that we don't." Sam answered right away.

Just then the door to the office opened and in came the most impeccably dressed Kurt Hummel, or as the public knew him, Carmen Hale. Kurt smiled at the two gentlemen before walking over and planting a kiss on Derek's lips. Puck didn't know how Kurt could just ignore that this man had done so many terrible things. He swallowed down his questions for the ones that were scripted of him.

"Hello Carmen. We're detectives from the NYPD and we're here just to ask you some questions if you don't mind." Puck spoke. It felt foreign calling Kurt Carmen but he had to.

"Am I a suspect in whatever crime you've come to ask me about?" Kurt asked. His voice was smooth as velvet. Something about these men seemed oddly familiar. He just couldn't put his finger on it.

Noah quickly answered. "No, of course not, we just need to ask you some questions about the murder of you're friend."

Kurt turned his head quickly at the comment. "Which friend?" Kurt obviously knew which one of course but he couldn't let them know that.

"Miss Rachel Berry." Puck replied.

Kurt put a hand to his chest to act as if he had no idea and walked over to the chairs and table. The two men followed him and sat down in the empty tables as Derek stood behind a baffled Kurt. "I don't understand. How did this happen?" Kurt asked.

"We think someone murdered her to keep something quiet but we don't exactly know what. She just up and disappeared one day and then she was apparently found off the shore of Coney Island." Sam explained.

Kurt of course knew that she was murdered by Derek's men and he also knew why but he didn't tell them that, he never would. "Well, how can I be of service?" Kurt asked.

"Do you know if anyone didn't like Miss Berry at all?" Puck asked.

"No, not that I know of. I mean she had this way of being obnoxiously vain sometimes but I highly doubt that constitutes for murder." Kurt replied, although sometimes Kurt would say otherwise.

"Well it seems like this all new for you and you must be put out, so we'll just leave." Puck said quickly. He knew of course Kurt wasn't telling them something but with Derek there and Kurt being so obviously fake he knew he wasn't going to get anything. "Call us if you need anything."

"And who shall I ask for when I call?" Kurt said. He never got their names at all. "I highly doubt I could call the NYPD and ask for Detective one and two."

Puck grimaced; he knew this might make the case harder to deal with if Kurt could make the connection of who they were. "Uh, I'm Detective Puckerman and this is Detective Evans. Call and ask for us." He saw a flash of something stony cross Kurt's eyes but it was completely gone when he blinked. He couldn't tell if Kurt had made the connection or not.

"Of course gentlemen, I hope you have a good night." Kurt spoke emotionless.

Once the men left Kurt stood and went over to the liquor cabinet. He looked at Derek before pouring himself some Cognac. "If I were you, I would have a little chat with the men who were supposed to handle Berry." Kurt practically growled.

"Why is that?" Derek asked curiously. He knew something was up with Kurt. He never drank unless there was a serious problem.

Kurt swallowed down the burning liquor. "Because, if those are the men I think they are, and I think you should do some background checks, then we might have a federal problem on our hands." Kurt placed down the glass and walked up to Derek and gave him a big kiss before walking out of the room.