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A Princess At Play || 02.25.20

Tagging: Lisette Gilbert, Mateo Lopez (@dommateolopez), Frankie Wilde (@frankiexxwilde)

Date: February 25, 2020

Location: Frankie’s Suite

Summary: Frankie and Mateo make good use of a good girl and enjoy each other’s company

Lisette was beautifully naked in only white knee high socks, jewelry nipple clamps and her pink gag and positioned kneeling by the door. Frankie had put her hair in a high pony tail to complete the look as she heard the knock at the door. Frankie has worn a white laced corset and matching g string panties to open the door for Mateo and gave him a smile. “Come in, dark one,” she insisted, pressing a quick hello kiss to his lips. “Have you met my favorite toy?” She asked, presenting Lisette to him. “I truly want to watch her get fucked by you, but I would not mind some of our own fun either. She is a very good girl, and will do exactly as she is told.”

They had barely done a thing yet, and Lisette's every nerve was already on edge. She could definitely get used to being gagged more regularly, because the inability to make anything but muffled noises added wonderfully to the helplessness. The high pony was a different look for her, but if Frankie enjoyed it then she might have to start wearing it more often - and the pretty nipple clamps were a delicious touch. As they waited Lisette couldn't take her eyes off of Frankie, who looked delicious in white, and her stare only stopped when the knock sounded at the door. She couldn't exactly greet Mateo properly, but made sure to bow her head in acknowledgement when she was introduced - which had the fortunate side effect of making her drool just a little.

He cocked his head curiously at the girl trussed up near Frankie's door. One hand went to the Domme's back, hooking his thumb in the string of her panties. "Mm I haven't had the pleasure yet Goddess but she does look like quite a fun toy," he agreed as he slid his hand down, cupping Frankie's ass in his palm. Mateo chuckled, leaning down to wipe the drool from her cheek. "Hello there, little toy." He tweaked one of the nipple clamps playfully before straightening again, pulling Frankie close. "I think this pretty little one should get me hard so I can fuck you first, Goddess, what do you think?"

She hummed quietly as she felt his strong hand wrap around her ass cheek. She watched as the other two interacted, watching as Mateo toyed with Lisette just how Frankie knew he would. "That sounds brilliant," she agreed as Mateo stood back up. "Princess, bedroom," she ordered, and as the submissive crawled away, Frankie pulled Mateo's hand to lead him down the same hallway. Lisette was knelt next to the bed as they walked in and Frankie sat off to the side in view of her bed. "I would love to watch that. Go a head, Princess, take the gag off so you can get Mateo nice and hard."

Lisette yelped as Mateo flicked the clamp, but all that emerged from behind her gag was a grunt. Once she had orders she crawled away, not sparing a moment to look back as the motion made her clamps sway and she breathed rapidly through her nose. She positioned herself next to the bed and kept her head up, arms behind her back. Mateo's suggestion had sounded amazing the first time, and it was even better the second. Reaching behind her head, she unbuckled the gag and set it carefully aside, licking her lips. "Thank you, Miss." Her eyes went to Mateo, and she gestured to his clothes. "If you'll permit me, Sir?" It didn't take long before his cock was revealed and she grinned in anticipation. There was no hesitation, and no use of her hands as she wrapped her lips around him. Lisette planned on being the best toy she could be for them both.

He had a feeling Frankie would be on board from the beginning. Mateo appreciated the view of Lisette crawling down the hall in front of him, her pretty ass on display. He sank down onto the bed, undoing his pants, her request making him smirk. “Go ahead,” he said, leaning back into his elbows. Her warm mouth brought a groan to his lips. “Mm. She is a good little toy, Goddess,” he crooned.

As they began, Frankie wanted a closer look, settling herself on the bed next to Mateo. "Such a good girl," she swooned as she watched Lisette wrap her lips around his cock. "She is," Frankie agreed, "she never does anything without permission. She lives to please and be obedient," she moaned, running a quick finger down the length of the girl's cheek before she started her movements to bob up and down the man's length. "So beautiful to watch, she moaned, leaning her head against Mateo's shoulder.

Praise from one Dominant was enough to send a thrill through Lisette. Praise from two? That was like manna from heaven. Every part of what was happening was perfect for her - the little touch from Frankie, the thick cock in her mouth, the knowledge that Frankie was right there watching - the blonde had devised a scene that would push all of her buttons and Lisette was incredibly grateful. With each bob of her head she let Mateo touch the back of her throat and gagged slightly, making a choked noise.

Mateo shifted a bit when Frankie came to sit next to him,sliding one hand over her back. "Mm.She is. And fuck, that mouth," he groaned out. A smirk crossed his lips, the expression slightly ruined by the soft groans Lisette was eliciting. "You know what I want to watch after I fuck you, Goddess? Her hungry little mouth licking my cum from your pussy," Mateo murmured, lightly pressing his hips up into the sub's mouth.

Frankie smirked as Mateo reacted and listened to the gagging sounds from the pretty girl beneath them. "That sounds amazing," she agreed, lifting her head to look up at Mateo's face as he enjoyed what Lisette was doing to him. "But I also want to watch you fuck her, Dark Prince," she smirked, "I think it would be so hot to watch that big cock tear into that tiny body." She licked her lip before pinching it between her teeth and looked down to see how hard he was in and out of lisette's mouth. "Alright, Princess," she said, tugging her ponytail and taking her off his dick, "On all fours on the bed in front of me," she said, moving to lean against the headboard as they set up, "And I wanna see your face as Mateo fucks you from behind."

Lisette could barely hear the conversation over the sounds from her throat and the rush of the blood in her veins, but what little she could make out sounded pretty damn good to her. There was nothing that they could do that she wouldn't be into, she was sure of that. When her ponytail was pulled she immediately opened her mouth wide, allowing her head to be tugged back without resistance. "Yes, Miss, thank you," she managed as she caught her breath, climbing up onto the bed and into the position Frankie had wanted her in. Keeping her head up to help her maintain eye contact, she smiled and shivered in anticipation.

He chuckled as Frankie pulled Lisette off of his cock. What Goddess wanted... Groaning happily, he knelt up on the bed behind the sub, running his hands over her hips and laying a firm slap on her ass. His fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding easily into her slick heat. "Mm... she's so ready," he murmured, pleased. It only took him a few moments to ine up and push into her tight body, a low moan rumbling in his chest. "Such a tight little toy," he purred, thrusting slow and deep into the sub.

Frankie settled herself majesticly, her view of Lisette's face and Mateo lining up behind her. "She is always ready," she hummed, looking at the girl, "She knows how to please and we keep her dripping, right Princess?" Her eyes went back up to Mateo as he started his thrusts into the girl Frankie had become so found of. "Does she feel good, dark one?" she hummed, licking her lips at the beautiful sight. "Let him hear you, Princess. How good is he fucking you, hmm?"

It took tremendous effort to keep her eyes on Frankie, but Lisette was nothing if not determined. The slap on her ass rocked her tiny frame forward and prompted a low moan, which she knew the Domme would enjoy. "Yes, Miss," she responded in a voice that sounded slightly distant - she was sinking fast into her head and carrying on conversation would only get more difficult. "Always dripping for you, and for-" Mateo's name slipped away as he pushed himself into her, filling her up and making her head swim. No encouragement was needed for her to moan and pant as she met each thrust with her hips. "So good, Miss, so good. You're so big, Sir, thank you for filling me up with your cock and fucking me so good!"

His fingers wrapped tight around her hips, eyes flicking from her to Frankie, enjoying the expression on the Domme's face. "She does. So hot and tight, like a good toy should be," he groaned out. He kept his rhythm slow for now, liking the way Lisette moaned when he thrust deep into her. "Mm you're welcome, Princess. What do you think, Goddess? Should I keep it easy or..." Mateo shifted, starting to thrust faster into the sweet girl under him.

"mmhmm," she agreed to Mateo's words with a nod. She got up to move towards where all the action was happening, watching Mateo move inside Lisette. "Look at that big cock stretching that small hole," she moaned loudly, her own excitment radiating out of her sounds. She shook her head with a grin and looked up at him, "No, fuck her hard, Dark Prince."

With both Frankie and Mateo behind her and only the empty bed in her field of vision, Lisette felt a new thrill run through her. It was as if she was being fucked for an invisible audience, and hearing their approval made it so much better. Frankie's words combined with the increased pace of Mateo's thrusts produced a series of pants and moans that she didn't try to hold back. She wanted Mateo to know how much she appreciated his cock, and for Frankie to enjoy the show and accompanying soundtrack.

His hands moved to grip her ass tightly, fingers pressing into the muscled mounds as he rocked his hips. "As my Goddess wishes," he teased breathlessly. Mateo sucked in a breath, beginning to pound into the slim girl, his own thighs beginning to tremble as pleasure swept through him. "Fuck, you feel good, Princess... louder," Mateo ordered, releasing his grip to land another sharp slap on her ass.

She enjoyed their teamed sounds, especially as Mateo picked up his pass and was slamming the perfect submissive in front of her eyes. "Oh God, that's beautiful," she moaned, rubbing her hand against Mateo's back as he continued. "You heard him, Princess. We want to hear you scream for us."

His fingers dug roughly into her, and her whole body rocked back and forth with the power of his thrusts. Lisette could only hope that she was going to be allowed to cum, because the way he stretched and filled her would easily take her to the brink. She yelped and jumped as much as her position allowed when the unexpected slap connected with her ass, but she didn't need to be told twice. "Yes Sir," she acknowledged in one breath. "Yes, Miss," with the next. She didn't hold back any further, her noises of pleasure now filling the room without hesitation. "Can I cum for you Sir, please?" she begged as loudly as possible. "Please can this toy cum for you?"

He grinned as Frankie touched his back, leaning over to nip at the Domme’s shoulder. Mateo let out a breathless laugh between moans, hesitating a moment before saying anything to the writhing sub under him. “Mmm. I don’t think so yet, princess. We’re not done playing with you, and needy toys are always... so much more fun,” he breathed, leaning over Lisette to push deeper into her tight heat and tug on one clamped nipple lightly.

Frankie moaned as Lisette was denied by the hot, chilselled guy she was currently sharing the submissive with. "He's right, Princess. Not now," she said, shaking her head. She turned Mateo's face towards hers, pressing a hot kiss to his lips as she moaned against them. She pulled away with a wicked smile before changing positions so that she was straddling Lisette's face and facing Mateo, her ability to continue kissing him right in front of her. "Lick my pussy, Princess," she ordered simply.

Lisette whimpered, forcing herself back from the edge - a process which wasn't helped at all when he tugged at the clamp on her nipple. The little spike of pain made her whole body tremble, and she was very grateful when Frankie gave her something to do with her mouth besides begging. Taking a deep breath, she extended her tongue and traced Frankie's slit in the pattern that she knew the Domme enjoyed. She hadn't been ordered to hurry or to make her cum just yet, so she rode the pace of Mateo's thrusts and kept her own as slow and steady as possible. And while she couldn't show it, she was smiling on the inside - this was a perfect night.

He groaned into Frankie’s kiss, nipping the Domme’s lip before watching as she moved into position. The sight of Lisette bending down eagerly to lick Frankie made him moan and thrust into the sub faster. “How’s it feel, Goddess?” he asked between kisses, his rhythm faltering as he got closer.

Frankie moaned against Mateo's lips, a hiss as she felt his teeth graze across one, "So good," she moaned as her clit was licked and sucked by the pretty girl beneath them. When Mateo sped up his thrusts, Frankie could feel the humming from Lisette's lips on her pussy, "Oh god, keep doing that, Dark one. She moans hard when you fuck her like that."

Lisette was struggling to hold back the inevitable now. Every thrust brought her closer to the edge, and with her face buried between Frankie's legs there was nothing but sex filling every one of her senses. But so far, permission hadn't been forthcoming, and damned if she'd make Frankie look bad by disobeying an order in front of another Dominant. If it took every bit of her will, she was going to hold on.

He huffed a soft laugh against her lips. "Mm, like this?" he asked, his fingers digging into Lisette's ass as he pounded into her tight heat. "Fuck, Goddess... fuck!" Mateo couldn't hold out any longer, thrusting deep into her as he came, his thighs shaking with the force of his orgasm.

She could hear the change in his breathing, panting and gasping. "Cum, Dark one," she encouraged, moaning herself as Lisette's tongue continued to work over her bundle of nerves. The added sounds of Mateo coming easily pushed her over the edge to, and Frankie tipped her head back as she felt her orgasm rip through her body. "Oh Princess," she moaned, "Such a good girl," she panted, reaching back up for another hot kiss from Mateo. "What do you think, dark one? is it time to let the princess cum?"

Until Lisette was told to stop she intended to go on, bearing down around Mateo as he came and trying to split her focus to be sure that Frankie could ride out her own climax as well. This was for them, she was for them, and she was going to wring every drop of pleasure she possibly could from them both. She perked up slightly at the idea of an orgasm of her own, at last, but she was happy to stay right where she was since there was no way for her to beg without removing her mouth from Frankie's pussy.

He reached up and tangled one hand in her hair, kissing her hungrily as she came down from her high. Still panting, Mateo pulled from Lisette, looking down to her swollen sex. “Mm. She does look awful pretty all swollen and wet, Goddess. But she has been such a good girl,” he mused, sliding his fingers through her soaked folds.

Once Frankie had rode through her orgasm, she lifted herself off of Lisette's face, "that's enough Princess," she said, giving the girl a small break to catch her breath. She got off the girl and sat next to Mateo on the bed who was looking at Lisette's swollen needy pussy. "Yes, she has been a very good girl. But good girls still need to beg," she said to the beautiful girl on the bed. "If she begs well, would you like to make her cum, Dark one?"

Lisette took the chance to breathe deeply, although given Mateo's attention to her pussy the breaths were very, very ragged. "Please, Mistress, please, Sir," she began in the most contrite voice she had, "please may this needy slut cum for you? She needs it so bad, Mistress, Sir, please let this slut cum loudly and all over for you!" The tears of desperation in her eyes were very, very real.

Mateo chuckled warmly, easing one finger into her drenched hole, teasingly working the digit in and out. "You better scream for us, Princess, when your Mistress gives you permission. I would love to make her cum, Goddess. I want to see this sexy little body shaking and trembling for us.

Frankie smiled, listening to Lisette all but come apart underneath Mateo's teasing touches. "I definitely want to watch you make her cum, Dark One," she smirked evily, idly reaching up to rub and pinch at Lisette's perfect tits. "You keep begging until I tell you it is okay, Princess," she said and gave Mateo another hot kiss, "Make her cum for us, Dark One."

Mateo's finger did not help Lisette's ability to stay composed and beg properly, but she had a feeling that was the entire point. "Of course, Sir," she promised hurriedly. "They'll hear me in the submissive dorms, Sir, I promise." Frankie's hands, as they so often did, knew just where to touch and squeeze and pinch to make her squirm and beg. "I understand, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

A smirk crossed his lips, his fingers expertly working over Lisette's swollen and dripping sex. He shifted his hand slightly so his thumb rubbed gently over her clit with each thrust of his fingers inside. "She sounds so pretty. It almost makes me want to keep her on edge and begging for hours, Goddess, just to see how beautiful she can sound when begging like this," he mused.

Frankie licked her lips, keeping close to Mateo, though still pinching and pulling Lisette's nipples as Mateo worked his fingers against the girl's wet sex. "She is, hmm? She is an excellent begger," Frankie agreed, "so beautiful," she hummed as she heard Lisette's moans and cries telling her the submissive was close. Then she heard the beautiful begged screams coming from the girl who was clearly right on the brink of orgasm or insanity. "Alright Princess, show Mateo how pretty it is when you cum," she instructed, pulling hard onto one of her nipples.

Lisette really wasn't sure how much more she could take - but of course it wasn't her decision to make. Mateo would fuck her with his fingers for just as long as he wanted and there was very little she could do but lie there and enjoy his attentions. The thought of being kept on edge for house, though, was unbearable. She continued to beg long and loud as he worked within her, Frankie's fingers tugging and pinching all the while, until she finally had permission. For just a second it felt as if she were in freefall - and then her climax hit with the force of a hurricane and she screamed for both of them. Maybe she couldn't be heard in the sub dorms the way she'd promised, but it was probably close.

His smirk grew wider when Frankie finally granted Lisette permission to lose it, and the sub did not disappoint. He groaned softly as he watched her slim body convulse, heard her scream, felt her heat clutch around his fingers deliciously. Mateo hummed, leisurely working her through the waves of her pleasure before sliding his fingers from her trembling body to lick her sweetness off. "Mm. Now that was exquisite."

Frankie chuckled and gasped as Lisette came, her body shaking and her voice screaming as she released. "Good girl," she moaned, watching as Mateo finger fucked her furiously to get every once of need out of the slender girl. Finally he slowed and pulled his fingers from her. "She tastes lovely, right, Dark One?" she moaned, rubbing carefully and simply over Lisette's body to calm her nerves. "How are you feeling, Princess?"

She was floating, every nerve screaming satisfaction at her, and only when she heard Frankie's nickname for her did Lisette find her focus. "So good, Mistress. Thank you, and thank you Sir Mateo. So good," she moaned, wriggling just a little. "So good."

"She definitely does, Goddess. Sweet and lovely," he agreed, licking his fingers clean of her fluids. "That was beautiful, Princess, good girl," Mateo added, stroking his free hand over Lisette's ass, laying a playful spank on her upturned cheek.

"It was," she agreed, helping Lisette to sit up. Frankie laid against the headboard of the bed, willing Lisette to come lay against her. "That is my good girl," she hummed, running her fingers through Lisette's hair and looked up at Mateo, "Princess enjoys cuddling after a good scene," she explained, "And she did so very well, right Dark One?"

"Thank you, Sir," Lisette beamed at the praise and jumped slightly at the impact. She took absolutely no urging to crawl up against Frankie and let out a slow, shaky breath. There was nothing she enjoyed more than this quiet afterglow, nestled up against her Mistress. She did wonder if Mateo planned on joining them, because that sounded like the perfect end to a perfect scene.

They did make a pretty pair together, and Mateo took the unspoken invitation, shifting to lay next to the two women, sandwiching Lisette between himself and Frankie. "She did beautifully. a perfect little princess," he praised, pressing a kiss to Lisette's forehead before leaning over to kiss Frankie again, his own body beginning to calm from the sexual frenzy of the scene.

Frankie smiled as Mateo joined them, happily reciprocating the kiss from the other Dom. "Thank you, Dark one. And thank you for coming. I have really enjoyed this time with the two of you."

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The CrossRhodes Saga 1/?

40s Noir Klaine AU

Rating: Eventual M or E Warnings: None at the moment Word Count: 1907 Summary: FBI Agents Kurt and Brittany go undercover as a married couple to investigate the CrossRhodes Lounge - a jazz club with some mysterious things going on.

Yup, It’s a total 40s Noir AU with undercover identities, black widow sham marriages, and Cooper fucking Anderson.

A/N: Thanks to @snarkyhag for betaing! :) Yes, I know where this is going - but please note the ‘saga’ in the title. Also - I don’t claim to be historically accurate.

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Chapter 1:

1947. FBI Headquarters. New York City Division.

His partner leaned against the door frame of the office, arms across his chest, eyes wide with delight, grinning from ear to ear. In the twelve years that they had worked together, smugness was not a common trait he saw on Elliott Gilbert, but he was certainly smug now.

If Kurt Hummel didn’t know better, he’d say something unusual was waiting for him behind that door, and that made him nervous. “What does she want, Elliott?”

“Not me, that’s for sure,” Elliott said, shrugging his shoulders. “You’ve been recruited by the Special Ops.”

“Special Ops? Oh god - does this have to do with the aliens?”

“What aliens?” Elliott gave him a wink. “No - this time you don’t even have to leave the city.”

Kurt eyed him suspiciously. “Who asked for me?”

“Agent Pierce.”

“Agent Pierce, fu-- why?”

Elliott chuckled and gave an even bigger shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t ask questions. I just do what I’m told.” He gave Kurt a slap on the shoulder as he pushed by. “Try to have some fun, Hummel. It may do you some good.”

Kurt opened the door and entered the familiar office of Division Director Sue Sylvester. The room was lined with plaques, trophies in cases on shelves, awards of all sizes and kind that surrounded a single desk in the middle of the room. A blonde woman sat in a chair in front of the desk, twirling her hair as she waited. Sue herself stood behind the desk facing the wall, the lights dim enough so that Sue was merely a shadow of a figure.

“Ah, my sweet, sweet Agent Porcelain,” she said without turning around. “I could smell your angelic rainbow scent the moment you got off the elevator.”

Kurt rolled his eyes. Sue Sylvester was insane -- but still managed to be one of the best FBI leaders he had ever known -- which made her marginally tolerable. “Would you like me to turn on a light?”

“No, that would ruin the dramatic effect. Please take a seat.”

He took the empty seat next to the blonde woman. The woman squeed with delight, threw her arms around his neck and squeezed. Kurt tried not to choke underneath Agent Pierce’s enthusiasm.

“Kurt, I’m so happy to see you.”

“Brittany, we saw each other last week at the agents’ dinner.”

“Yes, but I’ve been to New Mexico since then.”

Of course she had.

“Let’s get started,” Sue said, whipping around and placing both hands on her desk. “Have either of you ever heard of CrossRhodes Lounge?”

Both of them shook their heads as Sue took out a large, manila folder and dropped it on the desk. She opened the file and showed them two photographs, one of the lounge itself, a tiny little sign with an arrow pointing to a doorway barely noticeable among the much larger storefronts it was squished between, and the other photo of a middle-aged woman wearing an incredibly revealing dress, one arm flailing above her head while the other one held a glass of wine.

“The CrossRhodes Lounge is a slinky little jazz club,” Sue explained. “Opened just after the war to moderate success by a woman named April Rhodes, who once had aspirations of being a Broadway star then settled for being the bored, alcoholic housewife of an aging business man with too much money. She convinced him to open this cocktail bar to relive her glory days and support her addiction to cheap champagne. Her husband kept the money flowing through the place on a regular basis in exchange, I’m assuming, for a roll in the sack once a year. The prowess of Ms. Rhodes appeared to be too much as the old man kicked the bucket during one of their romps. And as you might imagine, she blew through her inheritance in a matter of two months. The CrossRhodes Lounge wouldn’t be a thing right now if it weren’t for one Santana Lopez.”

Sue flipped over the next photo in the file to reveal the profile of a dark-haired woman. Brittany leaned in to take a closer look.

“Ooh, she’s beautiful,” Brittany cooed.

Sue clicked her tongue. “She’s also deadly. Before Ms. Lopez became major investor and two-thirds owner of the CrossRhodes Lounge, she was an exotic dancer and part-time gambler. She barely scraped by from job to job and then suddenly, she meets a man and her luck, apparently, began to change.”

Another photo, this time of a slender man wearing a very expensive suit.

“That is, or was, Sebastian Smythe; a smarmy, sarcastic rich boy who used his daddy’s money to sell ripped off French beauty products to a gullible American public,” Sue said with a smirk. “Porcelain, I’m sure you and he would have gotten along famously with your shared love of facial creams and hair product.”

Kurt rolled his eyes at her. “He looks like a meerkat.”

“Well this meerkat met his untimely end after four months of wedded bliss with Ms. Lopez,” Sue continued. “His single flyer plane crashed in the Hamptons. The body was not found, but the explosion was so big, they ruled that he must have been burnt to a crisp upon impact. Lopez inherits the money, and buys a majority ownership of CrossRhodes Lounge. And then things get interesting.”

The next photo in the pile was that of a round-faced man in a baseball uniform.

“It didn’t take Ms. Lopez long to recover from the tragic death of her husband,” Sue continued. “A few weeks later, she was seen in the company of former Yankees star Dave Karofsky. Karofsky was forced to retire early do to an knee injury, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t find love, and within a month Lopez and Karofsky tied the knot with a ceremony on home plate. This marriage lasted a little longer, but not by much, because Karofsky met his untimely end while sailing in the Atlantic ocean when his yacht mysteriously caught on fire. Again, no body was found, though I assume it sunk immediately to the bottom of the Atlantic.”

“So, she’s apparently killing her husbands for the money,” Kurt said, failing to see why this case was being brought to them. “The NYPD could have handled this.”

“Oh, they sent it to us.”

“Why?”

“Well, it seems as though Ms. Lopez has found herself a new fiance.”

Sue flipped over the next photo and pushed it towards Kurt. A man, most likely his own age, dark hair, dark eyes, strikingly gorgeous. Kurt tried to ignore his pulse beginning to race.

“Oh, who is he?” Brittany asked. “He looks so mysterious.”

“That would be Blaine Anderson,” Sue said, dramatically tapping her finger on the photo.

“Who’s Blaine Anderson?” Kurt asked, wondering if he should know the name. There was something about this guy that seemed almost familiar.

“Nobody, really,” Sue answered. “See, Ms. Lopez, beyond her now deceased ex-husbands, has a habit of only dating men who have substantial wealth. And it seems as though Mr. Anderson is but a lowly street musician with not a penny to his name.”

“Maybe she found true love,” Kurt said, trying not to sound too bitter in light of his own failed romantic attachments.

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no my sweet Agent Porcelain, that’s not how this story goes.” Sue flipped over the next photo and Kurt nearly gasped. A very charming looking man was posing for the camera. The man may have been dressed to the nines in his tux, but he knew that strange grin anywhere, and instinctively looked up to the wall behind Sue’s desk where she kept her personal Most Wanted list. And in at number two was a mugshot of the same face. Sue smirked again, as she watched Kurt figure it out. “Yes, that’s right. Blaine Anderson’s brother is none other than a top tier international jewel and art thief. An international thief who is worth over a million dollars in stolen goods. That’s right. Cooper Anderson.” Sue dramatically pointed at the mugshot.

Brittany tilted her head in confusion. “Wait, so is Santana trying to steal his money, or are they trying to steal Santana’s money?”

“Well, that’s the real question now, isn’t it sweetcheeks?” Sue folded her arms across her chest. “And that’s where the two of you come in. You’ll be doing some undercover work to get this mess sorted out. It looks like one of the waitress-slash-dancers of the CrossRhodes Lounge just quit and there’s an opening. Brittany, how would you like to use some of that special training you’ve acquired.”

Brittany’s eyes lit up. “Keen!”

“And Agent Porcelain, you’ll be accompanying her as her manager and husband.”

Kurt sat up straight in his chair. “What? Why? I can easily just be her manager. We don’t have to be married.”

Sue raised her eyebrow at him. “Brittany asked for a partner on this one, and I agree, this is a two person job. You’ll be able be much closer to the situation as her husband.”

“Please, Kurt? Please, please, please?” Brittany grabbed onto his arm and shook it. “Out of all the fake husbands I’ve had in my life, you’ve been my favorite. We’re special unicorns in this together.”

God, that’s right. He had suppressed the Ohio job, one of the first few cases he had worked on when he joined the FBI, which had him and Brittany undercover as a husband and wife living in the backwaters of Western Ohio. He doesn’t have many fond memories of their time spent together, being forced to wear denim and plaid the whole time, but he did learn a lot about himself that week.

“Should be a pretty easy case, Porcelain,” Sue said, stroking her chin. “Open and shut within a week, I have that much faith in the two of you. Listen, this one’s personal. I’ve been wanting to catch Cooper Anderson ever since he stole the Blue Diamond of Dibella out from under my nose. I had won it at an auction and it would have been my most prized possession, my crown jewel to put on all my trophies. And that charming, admirable, god-like, fine male specimen with the most gorgeous blue eyes you’ve ever seen took it from me. Either way the chips fall, whether it’s through Santana Lopez conning him or if the Anderson brothers have their next job, I’ll be able to take him out. So you either take the case and help me bring him down or I’m sending you to the desert for three months to pick up weather balloon parts. What do you say?”

Kurt took a deep breath, thinking it over for a second. Sue Sylvester was a pretty powerful woman, and with one screw up his ass would be on the line. The case was definitely a risk. Still...

Out of the corner of his eye, the photograph of Cooper’s brother Blaine caught his attention again. There were some pretty amazing genes in the Anderson family. But what really stuck out is how innocent Blaine looked in that photo. He had seen and met countless criminals throughout his career, and Blaine just did not fit the type.

“I’m in.” Kurt said before he could talk himself out of it.

The one thing Kurt didn’t know was that the only person Blaine Anderson was dangerous to was Kurt himself.

#s.o. writes things #the crossrhodes saga

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