"Blaine, I don't think I can do this any longer." The younger boy clutched one of his hands to his chest, a sad and also...terrified? look on his face.
Blaine sighed and threw the wrench he held into the dufflebag that was lying on his bed. Slowly, he turned. "Kurt, you know we have to do this."
Kurt remained silent.
"Kurt? You know it, don't you?"
Blaine walked towards him, a look on his face Kurt couldn't quite identify.
He turned his head and looked at the arrangement of tools laid out on Blaine's desk.
All things they've used, in one way or another. Kurt could remember every time, as if it was only minutes ago that they've used that knife on Karofsky, or that wire on Figgins.
"I knew.", he muttered.
Blaine took the hand he had clenched and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles.
"See?"
"I knew.", Kurt repeated, looking into Blaine's eyes. They were dark with anticipation already. "The first few times...it was necessary. But now-", his voice broke.
"It's necessary this time, too." Blaine cupped his cheek with one of his hands. The hands Kurt should fear, considering he knew what they were capable of. But for now, he just closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the warmth.
"He has seen some things, Kurt. We can't risk anything, he might suspect something."
Kurt opened his eyes again. "Blaine, I know." He gulped. "But-"
"But what?" Blaine's voice beared a hint of impatience and he used his hand to force Kurt's face into his direction again.
"He is my brother.", Kurt choked out.
"And that stops you? You would rather risk our future? We've worked so hard for what we have right now, you can't just throw all of this away. Just a few more kills, Kurt." His eyes darkened even more.
Just a few more. Kurt knew that, and somehow it scared him. He knew he should be relieved, but he wasn't. At some point, he started to enjoy it, everything about it. The way they always planned every little detail before they made a move, the way it felt having so much power over somebody, hell, even how they cleaned up after everything. But, in some sick, twisted way, it was Blaine he enjoyed the most. How he looked with so much disdain on his face, how he moved when he was about to strike, and also how beautiful he looked, his face smeared with red.
"Just a few more."
Kurt nodded, slowly. "I'll do it. For our future. For us."
A smirk appeared on Blaine's face as he pressed a kiss to his lips.
"That's my boy."
