I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Habe To Kill You
Title: I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have To Kill You 5/?
Author: K-Lee
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Puck, Blaine/Finn
Spoilers: Characters from "Never Been Kissed".
Warnings: .some sexual content......bad language.
Summary: Dalton Academy is an all-boys school that specializes in only
geniuses. Every person outside of its walls believes it's a snooty,
rich school, but really, it trains smarticles to be spies. When one
student falls in love with an outsider, what can he do to hide the
biggest secret he has?
Author's Notes: The title and the plot is from a book I read about
spies, and most of the questions, answers, and lists (because im not a real spy and i dont know what really goes on on every secret agency).The only difference is the characters, the school, and the fact that it's all-boys and not all-girls. Link to previous chapter on the bottom of the chapter.
~Chapter 5~
My brother and I made a mutual, mental, and temporary agreement and we ran down the hall. This wasn't like when-parents-who-wanted-to-enroll their-kids-into-our-school kind of panic. It was the type that we were trained for. Enemy invasion. And although we've been training for that since seventh grade, we still weren't ready. We still were afriad.
Speaking of seventh and eight graders, they were panicking. Some junior were calming them down and herding them into their dorms. The seniors were doing the heavy work, running to the front line of this battle. Freshmans were carrying secret weapons, loading and reloading them. Sophomores like us were in the middle. We treated the wounded, helped reload for Freshmans, and defended the seniors, seventh graders, and eight graders. It was like war.
Blaine hurried to the calm down the eight and seventh graders. He was good at that, too. I'd heard some of the junior high kids talking about what a great mentor he was.
I went to the front, trying to help seniors. Seniors stood outside, defending the outer school. Freshman were inside. I could see the junior high kids looking through the windows, and I saw Blaine. He gave me a good luck sign and I nodded. He looked scared so I didn't dwell on his face for long. It was eerily quiet.
Then the attack started. We couldn't see faces, they were all a blur. I grabbed on and knocked him with the heel of my shoe. Seniors liked me being there because I could blend in (since I was a pavement artist) and because my dad had been training me since I was two. Blaine was our mom's favorite. He helped her out and didn't agree to the training until he was nine, a couple months after mom died. Dad focused on me since I was more interested in it.
Anyway, I grabbed another by the front if his shirt and swing him around. I knew it was a guy because he was too stiff and muscular to be a girl. A patch of fabric ripped off from the man's shirt and I did I high-kick. My heel hit his face and he went down. I pushed the piece of fabric into my pocket. Anything could be evidence.
Thank goodness the school was surrounded by a huge wall. I don't think passerbys would react calmly to high school students beating men twice as big as wrestlers.
Everything went way too fast. Too many men and for a moment, my heart seemed to fall as I thought we weren't going to make it. But something made them run. I looked back and saw Uncle David. He knocked out seven people (seriously!) at one time.
The other ran and we cheered as they all left. I ran inside. I needed to be the first to speak with my dad.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
We had all been seated at the dining table. My dad strolled to the head of the table and I stood, although I was getting dangerous stares from my other teachers. "Principal Hummel, during the fight with one of the men, a piece if his shirt had ripped under my hand. I'm not sure if it's anything, but it might be something." Dad nodded and motioned for me to come forward. I did and handed him the patch of fabric. As I looked into my dad's hand I saw an emblem. I couldn't read the words around it, because my dad made a fist around it too quickly and shoved it into his pocket. "I'll definetly look into it. Thank you." I looked up at my dad. He was hiding something from me and I knew I had to figure out what it was.
I looked over at Blaine and I knew he felt the same way.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
I hung out with Sam and Mike for the rest of the week. They'd be off on to Paris soon. Dalton was giving it's students a couple weeks off. I knew the real reason was so my dad could find out more on those bad guys without distractions (mainly me). Blaine and I were on neutral territory and Finn didn't have to choose anymore.
"So, where you going Kurt?"
I snapped out of my day dreaming to Mike's voice. "Oh, Blaine and I are headed to London with my uncle. I've been dying to see the Big Ben."
Sam grinned. "Cool. So, uh, how's.......what's his name?"
"Noah."
"Right. You two back together or what?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. He hasn't answered my calls or emails. I haven't heard from him since............since he walked out after his kissed me in front if the entire school."
Sam clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Then date someone else."
"What? Sam! That's-that's like cheating!"
"So? If you're going to have a boyfriend, date someone who actually answers you back."
I nodded. Puck wasn't being a very great long-distance boyfriend. He's ignored me and hasn't bothered to see how I'm doing. I needed to be with someone like me. Someone who understands.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
London was amazing! I loved hearing these British accents and loved seeing the cute boys who owned them. A couple have flirted with me and I felt better than ever.
This one boy was named Zack. He had wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Like, super green! He had a couple freckles, but it made him look even cuter. His skin was pale, and his mouth had a slight curve. When he smiled, it was this crooked smile that made my heart stop.
Blaine had pressured me into dating him, so I did. He took me sight-seeing and to the Big Ben. It was gorgeous. His arm was linked to mine the whole time and he seemed to like to make me blush. When he succeded he'd laugh. The romantic thing was that when I blushed, and he'd laugh, he always pulled out a rose. He told me he was a street magician.
By the end of the day, I'd have a bouquet of twenty or more roses, each symbolizing when he made me blush. Joey gave me beauty tips and did my nails. He helped me pick out outfits on dates and made sure my hair was perfect. I knew I was in love.
My dad had came by a while later and I was forced to bring Zack home to meet him. Boy, was that embarassing.
We were driving on the way home when I noticed he had looked nervous. "Don't worry, he won't bite," I said. But Zack still looked a little scared.
"Hey, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt or embarass you, ok?" Zack and nodded and chuckled, but it still seemed forced.
After the introductions and hand-shaking my dad went straight for interogatting. "What do you do, Zack?" I knew my dad already had known. My dad always checks every secret service data base in the world to make sure my dates were safe and not terrorists.
"Well, I'm a magician. I'm hoping to someday be like Criss Angel or something." He winked at me and I blushed. "I think Criss Angel must have sold himself to the devil or made a deal. He's a freaking demon, dude. Nobody can repeat his tricks or figure them out. He's sick," said Finn. I gave him a look, but Zack only laughed. "I agree. Did you see that one where he swallowed the quarter and you could, like, literally see it going through his skin to his wrist?" Finn nodded. "I can't believe he slit his wrist to get it out. Like, you know he should have bled to death. That's how I know he's a demon."
The conversation went on and my dad looked at me like saying, "what the hell are you doing dating this psyco?" But he could see I was having fun, so he let it go.
Zack was into scary movies. Like gory, blood-filled movies. We watched a whole Saw marathon (well, he watched it, I mainly covered my ears and eyes throughout the whole thing). He was also into supernatural stuff. I didn't watch Paranormal Activity with him. Not any of the parts. I believe in that stuff, and it scares the shit out of me.
But besides the weird obsessions with death and aliens, he was romantic and sweet and nothing like Puck. He listened and he knew. He knew when I was upset about stuff. He knew when I was bored and would do something to change that. He knew when I was on the verge of tears and comforted me in silence.
My dad decided to extend the vacation, so I stayed in London with my uncle and cousin so I could see Zack. Blaine stayed as well. Finn stayed because he said he felt like Zack was hiding something and he didn't trust me alone with him.
The day before I was due to go back home, Zack had taken me to see the rest of London. We stopped at his house and he offered to watch Moulin Rouge with me because I endured that Saw marathon with him.
We weren't paying attention though because three minutes into the movie, we were making out on his bed. His lips moved like they knew what they were doing and his tongue curved around mine in desperation.
I was panting by the time the narcolaptic guy fell through the writer's ceiling and I was sporting a boner by the time the man-ish lady walked out of the room and quiet the play.
Zack's hand was feeling down my body and I arched up as he rubbed two fingers against my hard on. He rubbed I'm s circular motion and spread my legs wider an need. He was kissing his way down my neck and I fisted his blonde hair. My other hand was tangled in his shirt as I moaned.
His fingers were rubbing harder and moved his freckled lips to mine. I felt my orgasm come as I squeezed my legs closed. I didn't want to come just yet, but I did anyway. He watched my I'm total fasinstion and amusement. His talented, oh so talented, tongue slid across my jaw line.
I hooked my thbs under the waistband of my sweats (which I had worn because we had went jogging earlier) and slid them and my boxers over my thighs. I kicked them to the floor and he set to work on taking my shirt off.
He gave me a once over and I grinned as I saw I had his undivided attention. He stood up from the bed and took his shirt off. He wasn't muscular like Puck, but very lean. He was still attactive. His chest was covered in light, almost white, blonde hair. It dipped over his navel and under his jeans. He unzipped his pants and took them off with his boxers in one smooth motion.
His dick was huge. Not Puck huge, but enough to make me drool. His balls were nestled in blonde hair and they looked as if he took some time out to trim them. I was panting in want and he slid onto the bed and thee his leg over my body until his was sort of straddling my thighs, but he wasn't sitting on me. Like, he was on all fours and on too of me, but not touching. There was space between our bodies and I reached south to fondle his balls. He groaned in pleasure and nodded for me to do more. My lips found his and my fingers were moving on their own accord. My middle finger dipped between the two sacks and he gasped at how good it felt. I continued to do that as my other hand tangled itself into his chest hair.
We went on like that for a while until he said, "Do you want to top, or should I?" It wasn't rude, it was a question. I looked into his eyes as I said, "I want to ride you." He grinned and rolled us both until he was under me.
He reached over and grabbed the lube from his bedside table. A condom was ripped open with his teeth. I rolled it onto him and his slicked his finger with one. I'd been fingered before, but this time felt so much better. Once I was opened up, he grabbed my hips and gently picked me up. I nodded as he dropped me. His cock slid into me in one move and I gasped as it hit that sweet spot. He picked me up again, this time moving up to a sitting position and dropped me again. He did this twice before I took control. I was reminded of the time my dad had taken me horse-back-riding. I rode Zack hard and fast. He was moaning, his words and mine jumbled up. My brain could only think of how good the moment felt.
I came in a hot spurt of liquid as it dripped onto his chest. Not long after, he came into the condom. I got off and he left to the bathroom and came back with a towel. We cleaned off and watched the rest of movie. Not like there was a lot left. We started watching it again from the part where Satine tells the writer she doesn't love him because the duke told her too, or else.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
My dad knew what went on, but didn't acknowledge it. Blaine gave me a high-five and Finn looked a little weirded out.
As I started my night-care routine, Joey sat on his bed, reading Vogue. I was sleeping in his room while I was there. "How did everyone know?" I asked. Joey, who was laying the opposite way, hung his head over the bed to look at me as he said, "You're glowing."
"What?" I was pretty sure the blood was rushing to his head at that moment. "You have that I'm-a-man-now glow. It usually happens with girls, while the guys just smell like sex. You have that glow and that hint of sex."
"Not now, you took a shower," he added as he saw me sniff myself subconciously. He finall sat up and threw the magazine under his bed. He grabbed something from his dresser drawer and came to me. He sat on his vanity table where I was sitting and handed me a couple packages. "These are condoms. Use them wisely. I'm giving these to you 'cuz these are one of a kind. The purple one smells like grapes. The red smells like apple pie and so on."
I blushed but took them anyway.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
I had told Zack I was leaving and he agreed to do a long-distance thing. I was afraid he's leave me like Puck, but when I got to my dork he called me. It went on like that for weeks. We'd email and call. We'd text and even Sam was noticing. "I'm glad you moved on," he said, "I can see you're happier."
I grinned and continued to text Zack.
I didn't forget about my dad's reaction and why he extended the vacation. Mike, Sam, and I had planned on infiltrating his office.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Operation: Get Info
Operatives: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Sam Evans
Mission: Find information on what Principal Hummel had uncovered and researched over the vacation.
What was uncovered: Everything and nothing
"This is such a bad idea."
"Mike! Shut up, we're going to get caught!"
"Sorry, Kurt."
The lights turned on and Sam fell over a chair. "Ow."
My dad had his arms crossed. "What do you want?"
I sighed. "I want to know what that symbol was about. I know you were looking it over all vacation."
My dad sighed. "Find. Sit."
Sam nodded gratefully and rubbed his knee where he bumped it. My dad sat at his desk. "Kurt, the symbol you showed me was an emblem. For another school."
"What?"
"Apperantly there is a rival all-boys school, specializing in spies like us. We don't know why they attacked and why we never heard of them."
I shook my head. "We should have known. How did they get under our radar?"
My dad shrugged. "I don't know. But, Kurt, there's a reason I sent Finn and why he stayed. Zack is the headmistress's son."
TBC......
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Author: K-Lee
Rating: R
Pairing: Kurt/Puck, Blaine/Finn
Spoilers: Characters from "Never Been Kissed".
Warnings: .some sexual content......bad language.
Summary: Dalton Academy is an all-boys school that specializes in only
geniuses. Every person outside of its walls believes it's a snooty,
rich school, but really, it trains smarticles to be spies. When one
student falls in love with an outsider, what can he do to hide the
biggest secret he has?
Author's Notes: The title and the plot is from a book I read about
spies, and most of the questions, answers, and lists (because im not a real spy and i dont know what really goes on on every secret agency).The only difference is the characters, the school, and the fact that it's all-boys and not all-girls. Link to previous chapter on the bottom of the chapter.
~Chapter 5~
My brother and I made a mutual, mental, and temporary agreement and we ran down the hall. This wasn't like when-parents-who-wanted-to-enroll their-kids-into-our-school kind of panic. It was the type that we were trained for. Enemy invasion. And although we've been training for that since seventh grade, we still weren't ready. We still were afriad.
Speaking of seventh and eight graders, they were panicking. Some junior were calming them down and herding them into their dorms. The seniors were doing the heavy work, running to the front line of this battle. Freshmans were carrying secret weapons, loading and reloading them. Sophomores like us were in the middle. We treated the wounded, helped reload for Freshmans, and defended the seniors, seventh graders, and eight graders. It was like war.
Blaine hurried to the calm down the eight and seventh graders. He was good at that, too. I'd heard some of the junior high kids talking about what a great mentor he was.
I went to the front, trying to help seniors. Seniors stood outside, defending the outer school. Freshman were inside. I could see the junior high kids looking through the windows, and I saw Blaine. He gave me a good luck sign and I nodded. He looked scared so I didn't dwell on his face for long. It was eerily quiet.
Then the attack started. We couldn't see faces, they were all a blur. I grabbed on and knocked him with the heel of my shoe. Seniors liked me being there because I could blend in (since I was a pavement artist) and because my dad had been training me since I was two. Blaine was our mom's favorite. He helped her out and didn't agree to the training until he was nine, a couple months after mom died. Dad focused on me since I was more interested in it.
Anyway, I grabbed another by the front if his shirt and swing him around. I knew it was a guy because he was too stiff and muscular to be a girl. A patch of fabric ripped off from the man's shirt and I did I high-kick. My heel hit his face and he went down. I pushed the piece of fabric into my pocket. Anything could be evidence.
Thank goodness the school was surrounded by a huge wall. I don't think passerbys would react calmly to high school students beating men twice as big as wrestlers.
Everything went way too fast. Too many men and for a moment, my heart seemed to fall as I thought we weren't going to make it. But something made them run. I looked back and saw Uncle David. He knocked out seven people (seriously!) at one time.
The other ran and we cheered as they all left. I ran inside. I needed to be the first to speak with my dad.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
We had all been seated at the dining table. My dad strolled to the head of the table and I stood, although I was getting dangerous stares from my other teachers. "Principal Hummel, during the fight with one of the men, a piece if his shirt had ripped under my hand. I'm not sure if it's anything, but it might be something." Dad nodded and motioned for me to come forward. I did and handed him the patch of fabric. As I looked into my dad's hand I saw an emblem. I couldn't read the words around it, because my dad made a fist around it too quickly and shoved it into his pocket. "I'll definetly look into it. Thank you." I looked up at my dad. He was hiding something from me and I knew I had to figure out what it was.
I looked over at Blaine and I knew he felt the same way.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
I hung out with Sam and Mike for the rest of the week. They'd be off on to Paris soon. Dalton was giving it's students a couple weeks off. I knew the real reason was so my dad could find out more on those bad guys without distractions (mainly me). Blaine and I were on neutral territory and Finn didn't have to choose anymore.
"So, where you going Kurt?"
I snapped out of my day dreaming to Mike's voice. "Oh, Blaine and I are headed to London with my uncle. I've been dying to see the Big Ben."
Sam grinned. "Cool. So, uh, how's.......what's his name?"
"Noah."
"Right. You two back together or what?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. He hasn't answered my calls or emails. I haven't heard from him since............since he walked out after his kissed me in front if the entire school."
Sam clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Then date someone else."
"What? Sam! That's-that's like cheating!"
"So? If you're going to have a boyfriend, date someone who actually answers you back."
I nodded. Puck wasn't being a very great long-distance boyfriend. He's ignored me and hasn't bothered to see how I'm doing. I needed to be with someone like me. Someone who understands.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
London was amazing! I loved hearing these British accents and loved seeing the cute boys who owned them. A couple have flirted with me and I felt better than ever.
This one boy was named Zack. He had wavy blonde hair and green eyes. Like, super green! He had a couple freckles, but it made him look even cuter. His skin was pale, and his mouth had a slight curve. When he smiled, it was this crooked smile that made my heart stop.
Blaine had pressured me into dating him, so I did. He took me sight-seeing and to the Big Ben. It was gorgeous. His arm was linked to mine the whole time and he seemed to like to make me blush. When he succeded he'd laugh. The romantic thing was that when I blushed, and he'd laugh, he always pulled out a rose. He told me he was a street magician.
By the end of the day, I'd have a bouquet of twenty or more roses, each symbolizing when he made me blush. Joey gave me beauty tips and did my nails. He helped me pick out outfits on dates and made sure my hair was perfect. I knew I was in love.
My dad had came by a while later and I was forced to bring Zack home to meet him. Boy, was that embarassing.
We were driving on the way home when I noticed he had looked nervous. "Don't worry, he won't bite," I said. But Zack still looked a little scared.
"Hey, I'll make sure he doesn't hurt or embarass you, ok?" Zack and nodded and chuckled, but it still seemed forced.
After the introductions and hand-shaking my dad went straight for interogatting. "What do you do, Zack?" I knew my dad already had known. My dad always checks every secret service data base in the world to make sure my dates were safe and not terrorists.
"Well, I'm a magician. I'm hoping to someday be like Criss Angel or something." He winked at me and I blushed. "I think Criss Angel must have sold himself to the devil or made a deal. He's a freaking demon, dude. Nobody can repeat his tricks or figure them out. He's sick," said Finn. I gave him a look, but Zack only laughed. "I agree. Did you see that one where he swallowed the quarter and you could, like, literally see it going through his skin to his wrist?" Finn nodded. "I can't believe he slit his wrist to get it out. Like, you know he should have bled to death. That's how I know he's a demon."
The conversation went on and my dad looked at me like saying, "what the hell are you doing dating this psyco?" But he could see I was having fun, so he let it go.
Zack was into scary movies. Like gory, blood-filled movies. We watched a whole Saw marathon (well, he watched it, I mainly covered my ears and eyes throughout the whole thing). He was also into supernatural stuff. I didn't watch Paranormal Activity with him. Not any of the parts. I believe in that stuff, and it scares the shit out of me.
But besides the weird obsessions with death and aliens, he was romantic and sweet and nothing like Puck. He listened and he knew. He knew when I was upset about stuff. He knew when I was bored and would do something to change that. He knew when I was on the verge of tears and comforted me in silence.
My dad decided to extend the vacation, so I stayed in London with my uncle and cousin so I could see Zack. Blaine stayed as well. Finn stayed because he said he felt like Zack was hiding something and he didn't trust me alone with him.
The day before I was due to go back home, Zack had taken me to see the rest of London. We stopped at his house and he offered to watch Moulin Rouge with me because I endured that Saw marathon with him.
We weren't paying attention though because three minutes into the movie, we were making out on his bed. His lips moved like they knew what they were doing and his tongue curved around mine in desperation.
I was panting by the time the narcolaptic guy fell through the writer's ceiling and I was sporting a boner by the time the man-ish lady walked out of the room and quiet the play.
Zack's hand was feeling down my body and I arched up as he rubbed two fingers against my hard on. He rubbed I'm s circular motion and spread my legs wider an need. He was kissing his way down my neck and I fisted his blonde hair. My other hand was tangled in his shirt as I moaned.
His fingers were rubbing harder and moved his freckled lips to mine. I felt my orgasm come as I squeezed my legs closed. I didn't want to come just yet, but I did anyway. He watched my I'm total fasinstion and amusement. His talented, oh so talented, tongue slid across my jaw line.
I hooked my thbs under the waistband of my sweats (which I had worn because we had went jogging earlier) and slid them and my boxers over my thighs. I kicked them to the floor and he set to work on taking my shirt off.
He gave me a once over and I grinned as I saw I had his undivided attention. He stood up from the bed and took his shirt off. He wasn't muscular like Puck, but very lean. He was still attactive. His chest was covered in light, almost white, blonde hair. It dipped over his navel and under his jeans. He unzipped his pants and took them off with his boxers in one smooth motion.
His dick was huge. Not Puck huge, but enough to make me drool. His balls were nestled in blonde hair and they looked as if he took some time out to trim them. I was panting in want and he slid onto the bed and thee his leg over my body until his was sort of straddling my thighs, but he wasn't sitting on me. Like, he was on all fours and on too of me, but not touching. There was space between our bodies and I reached south to fondle his balls. He groaned in pleasure and nodded for me to do more. My lips found his and my fingers were moving on their own accord. My middle finger dipped between the two sacks and he gasped at how good it felt. I continued to do that as my other hand tangled itself into his chest hair.
We went on like that for a while until he said, "Do you want to top, or should I?" It wasn't rude, it was a question. I looked into his eyes as I said, "I want to ride you." He grinned and rolled us both until he was under me.
He reached over and grabbed the lube from his bedside table. A condom was ripped open with his teeth. I rolled it onto him and his slicked his finger with one. I'd been fingered before, but this time felt so much better. Once I was opened up, he grabbed my hips and gently picked me up. I nodded as he dropped me. His cock slid into me in one move and I gasped as it hit that sweet spot. He picked me up again, this time moving up to a sitting position and dropped me again. He did this twice before I took control. I was reminded of the time my dad had taken me horse-back-riding. I rode Zack hard and fast. He was moaning, his words and mine jumbled up. My brain could only think of how good the moment felt.
I came in a hot spurt of liquid as it dripped onto his chest. Not long after, he came into the condom. I got off and he left to the bathroom and came back with a towel. We cleaned off and watched the rest of movie. Not like there was a lot left. We started watching it again from the part where Satine tells the writer she doesn't love him because the duke told her too, or else.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
My dad knew what went on, but didn't acknowledge it. Blaine gave me a high-five and Finn looked a little weirded out.
As I started my night-care routine, Joey sat on his bed, reading Vogue. I was sleeping in his room while I was there. "How did everyone know?" I asked. Joey, who was laying the opposite way, hung his head over the bed to look at me as he said, "You're glowing."
"What?" I was pretty sure the blood was rushing to his head at that moment. "You have that I'm-a-man-now glow. It usually happens with girls, while the guys just smell like sex. You have that glow and that hint of sex."
"Not now, you took a shower," he added as he saw me sniff myself subconciously. He finall sat up and threw the magazine under his bed. He grabbed something from his dresser drawer and came to me. He sat on his vanity table where I was sitting and handed me a couple packages. "These are condoms. Use them wisely. I'm giving these to you 'cuz these are one of a kind. The purple one smells like grapes. The red smells like apple pie and so on."
I blushed but took them anyway.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
I had told Zack I was leaving and he agreed to do a long-distance thing. I was afraid he's leave me like Puck, but when I got to my dork he called me. It went on like that for weeks. We'd email and call. We'd text and even Sam was noticing. "I'm glad you moved on," he said, "I can see you're happier."
I grinned and continued to text Zack.
I didn't forget about my dad's reaction and why he extended the vacation. Mike, Sam, and I had planned on infiltrating his office.
00--00--00--00--00--00--00--00--
Operation: Get Info
Operatives: Kurt Hummel, Mike Chang, Sam Evans
Mission: Find information on what Principal Hummel had uncovered and researched over the vacation.
What was uncovered: Everything and nothing
"This is such a bad idea."
"Mike! Shut up, we're going to get caught!"
"Sorry, Kurt."
The lights turned on and Sam fell over a chair. "Ow."
My dad had his arms crossed. "What do you want?"
I sighed. "I want to know what that symbol was about. I know you were looking it over all vacation."
My dad sighed. "Find. Sit."
Sam nodded gratefully and rubbed his knee where he bumped it. My dad sat at his desk. "Kurt, the symbol you showed me was an emblem. For another school."
"What?"
"Apperantly there is a rival all-boys school, specializing in spies like us. We don't know why they attacked and why we never heard of them."
I shook my head. "We should have known. How did they get under our radar?"
My dad shrugged. "I don't know. But, Kurt, there's a reason I sent Finn and why he stayed. Zack is the headmistress's son."
TBC......
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