Okay, while I wait for someone to win the game on my other story "Call of Duty", I'm going to start this. Enjoy and review please. Note: In this story, Kurt didn't switch to Dalton, but he and Blaine are together.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. If I did, one word: Handcuffs.
In Blaine's opinion, it had been a great day. He was laid on the couch in the Hudson-Hummel household, Kurt's head resting on his chest as they watched Sebastian sing 'Under the Sea' in The Little Mermaid. It was either the fifth or sixth movie they had watched that day, but Blaine didn't care. He was getting an escape from reality, spending time with the boy he was slowly, but surely, falling in love with.
All too soon, reality came crashing back down when his cell phone started buzzing from its spot on the coffee table. He snatched it up before Kurt could read the caller ID, quickly pressing the 'TALK' button. "Hello?"
"Hello Blaine."
"Hey Dad," he answered, closing his eyes, praying that this call wasn't for what he thought it was. "What's up?"
"Old man Farlow is getting a little too arrogant. You remember his grandson, Justin? I believe you met him at the last gala the company hosted."
"Yes sir," Blaine answered. It felt like ice was spreading through his veins. He knew what would happen next.
"Dispose of him." Blaine shivered slightly as the familiar order came through the earpiece of his phone. "Make sure you remember to leave the signature."
"Yes sir," Blaine repeated. "Right away." Blaine hung up the phone, raising his eyes to meet endless pools of cerulean. "Sorry Kurt, family emergency. I have to go."
"It's alright," Kurt assured him as he stood, allowing the other to get up so he could put his jacket on. "I'm just really glad we got to spend some time together today."
"Same here," Blaine answered, placing a chaste kiss on the younger boy's lips. "I'm just sorry I have to go so soon." After a quick hug and saying goodbye, Blaine was out the door and in his car, driving down the road as the setting sun cast blood red rays across the landscape.
It was always during his trip he thought about his 'assignment'. He had started getting them when he had turned thirteen, taking out competing business marketers that threatened his father's company; the same one he would inherit. Until he had met Kurt, he hadn't thought twice about the perfect murders he had executed for the past four years. It was how he had been brought up; thinking murder was the simple, just way to make sure you stayed on top. Not dwelling on the fact that he was taking precious human lives.
He shook those thoughts out of his head as he neared a local teen club. Justin had told him at the gala that he frequently visited the place, commenting on all the hot girls that went there. Blaine pulled up to the curb just one street over from the club, in front of a parking garage. He opened the central console, grabbing his tools for the job and sliding them into his pocket. He got out of the car, pulling his hood over his head and a pair of gloves onto his hands. Keeping his head bowed, he walked into the first floor of the garage. The lane was dim and empty; save for the lone figure making its way towards him.
Blaine felt the adrenaline he had grown accustomed to every time he went for a kill. A familiar, twisted grin set itself in place, transforming him from a dapper schoolboy into a killer. He changed his direction, so he was walking to the left of the teen coming closer. Right when they came level, Blaine sidestepped just behind the other boy, his right hand moving in a flurry of silver, moving across Justin's throat. He collapsed immediately, a scarlet river gushing from his throat. Blaine knelt next to him, wiping off the blade of his dagger on his victim's jeans.
A gun would be neater, Blaine thought distastefully as he brought his left hand up to hold Justin's face still. His right brought the blade of the knife to just below the other boy's eye, on his upper cheek. Five simple strokes later, a perfect broken heart dripped the last few dregs of blood left in the teen's body. Blaine wiped the knife off once more before standing, slipping the knife back into his pocket. After a quick once over to make sure there was no blood on him, he left the garage and back to his car. He put the gloves and knife back into the central console and called to let his dad know the job was done.
"This marks the five-hundredth kill The Heartbreaker has made over the course of the past four years," the news anchor reported off the eleven o'clock news. The Hudson-Hummels has their eyes glued to the screen, shocked that the murderer had not been caught yet. "We beg that if anyway has any information, to please call and report it."
Burt turned off the television, looking troubled. "Kurt," he began awkwardly. "Have you noticed all of the boys or girls being killed come from wealthy families?"
Kurt immediately understood where his father was going with that line. "Dad, being with Blaine isn't going to put me in any danger."
Burt nodded, but still looked uncertain. "Still, would you do me the simple favor of not going out at night with him? Daytime's fine, but if you guys have to be together at night, would you mind just hanging out at the house?"
Kurt smiled softly, understanding his dad's fear. "No, I wouldn't mind." As the household dispersed to go to bed, Finn and Kurt going to their room and Burt and Carole going to theirs, Kurt's phone started vibrating. Stopping out side the door to his room, he answered with a whispered "Hello?"
"Hey love," Blaine's voiced greeted him cheerfully.
Kurt couldn't help but giggle. "Hey. What's up?"
"I just wondered if you would want to get together to go to lunch tomorrow?"
Kurt smiled. "Wouldn't miss it."
