Hi everyone!
Welcome to my new fic! I've had the idea for it for such a long time and I'm happy that finally I managed to do something about it :)
I don't know how long it will be, the first few chapters are written, we'll see how it goes. I hope to update regularly but, please, bear with me, my exams start soon so there might be a delay.
Oh, and I'd like to thank Shy, my wonderful beta :)
This fic is totally dedicated to Jodie and Mary, my two cheerleaders who patiently listened (and still do) to my whining about writing this fic :)
The title is from a Lea Michele song.
I own nothing (I wish I did).
Enjoy!
Prologue
Blaine Anderson was mad. No, mad wasn't the right word. Blaine was furious. "This fucking idiot." He muttered under his breath as he paced around the room, waiting for his partner to join him.
Tonight's job was supposed to be easy, the only thing they had to do was to break into the museum, steal the painting and replace it with the forgery. Quickly and quietly. But no, of course not, Blaine thought bitterly, he always has to complicate everything. The sudden noise of the door being opened made him stop abruptly and stare at the entrance with narrowed eyes.
"Hello, sunshine." Sebastian Smythe said, walking into the room, wearing a huge grin on his face that infuriated Blaine even more. "Aww, you don't look very pleased, what's up, darling?"
"What's up? WHAT'S UP?!" Blaine yelled, seconds away from tearing Sebastian to pieces. "This job was supposed to be nice and easy, there was no need to kill this couple, you know that, Seb! Why the fuck did you do this?!"
"They saw us. It was…"
"No, they didn't!" Blaine interrupted with a growl. "All they saw were two shadows, they weren't a threat. What's wrong with you?!"
Sebastian looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Wrong? With me? You're not turning soft, are you, Blaine?"
"I'm not turning soft, you idiot." Blaine snarled. "I'm just opposed to unnecessary deaths, they didn't have to die."
"Why does it even bother you? Job's done, nothing else matters." Sebastian shrugged. "You need some time to cool down, then we're gonna talk. I'm not in the mood to listen to your whining, I'm far too happy for that. I'll see you later." With that, Sebastian turned around and left the apartment, the smirk never disappearing from his face.
Blaine groaned in frustration, rubbing his temples tiredly. It wasn't the first time they had a fight like this and just like before, Sebastian stormed out without solving the problem and to be honest, Blaine was starting to get worried about his partner's reckless behavior. If nothing changed, it could get them caught one day and wearing these orange prison clothes wasn't really on the top of his to-do list. Sighing deeply, Blaine headed to the kitchen as his stomach grumbled loudly; he was always starving after doing a job, he couldn't help it. While preparing something to eat, his mind went back to his issues with Sebastian and unfortunately, he was coming to only one conclusion. Sebastian was getting out of control.
Blaine and Sebastian had been working together for a while now and they specialized in robberies and forgeries; Blaine could forge absolutely everything, bonds, paintings, sculptures, any piece of art. They became famous very quickly, everybody knew that they were the best, no one had ever tried to deny that. At the beginning they had also agreed – no killing unless it was absolutely necessary. Sometimes it would be inevitable, Blaine was aware of that, but it was always Sebastian who killed, Blaine didn't want to anywhere near that.
But lately things had changed and Sebastian started to act differently. He started talking about "broadening their interests" as he put it, adding contract killing to their repertoire and that was something Blaine wasn't okay with. Like he said, he was opposed to unnecessary deaths. After a fight Sebastian had dropped the subject, but Blaine knew better than that. The idea was still in Sebastian's head and it wouldn't be easy to persuade him out of it. After a while Blaine noticed that his partner started to act looser during their jobs, like he wanted someone to see them so he could kill them, just to prove a point. He had to be stopped and Blaine had yet to figure out how to do this. He really didn't want to wear the orange clothes for ten years or maybe even more.
Finishing up with his food, Blaine took a deep breath, deciding to stop thinking about Sebastian for now, he was way too tired for that. After taking a quick shower, he threw himself on the bed, the sleep coming almost the moment his head hit the pillow.
Yes, he would worry about Sebastian tomorrow.
The phone was ringing.
Why the hell is it ringing?!
Blaine opened his eyes, slowly blinking a few times. Glancing at the clock, he winced, it was seven o'clock, way too early for him to be awake and the people that knew him were very well aware of this.
"What the fuck?" Blaine mumbled sleepily, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. Five missed calls, all from Sebastian. Blaine was about to call him back when he received a text. He opened it, hoping that Sebastian had a fucking good reason to wake him up so early.
Sebastian: Meet me in the docks. 5pm. The usual place.
Blaine groaned, tossing his phone aside and buried his face in the pillow. He felt like murdering Sebastian for waking him up, especially since the meeting was in the late afternoon and that bastard definitely did it on purpose. It was payback for the fight, Blaine was sure about that. After sending a quick reply and cursing Sebastian once again, Blaine buried himself under the covers and closed his eyes, hoping sleep for a while longer.
When he woke up again, it was 10am. He stretched his arms and lazily got up from the bed. After small breakfast and the shower, he decided to work on few forgeries he had to finish before the end of the week. He walked into his studio and instantly felt relaxed and comfortable. It was the magic of the art – it always calmed him, the studio was his sanctuary. He started humming quietly and began to work.
Blaine was so focused on his work that he wasn't aware of how much time had passed, it always happened when he was painting. But suddenly, it was already four o'clock and he had to get going if he wanted to make it to the docks on time. Put his gun in the holster, he covered it with his leather jacket and after grabbing his keys, he left the apartment.
Reaching the docks right on time, Blaine headed to the place where they usually met, but Sebastian wasn't there which was weird to say the least – Sebastian was never late. Blaine was about to call him when, suddenly, he heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around, expecting to see Sebastian, but the person he saw definitely wasn't his partner. Standing few meters away, there was a man, tall and slim, with his hair coiffed and styled perfectly, looking at Blaine with a smile on his face. Even from the distance, Blaine could see how incredibly blue his eyes were.
"Well, well, well." The stranger said, his voice high and melodious. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Hello there, gorgeous." Blaine replied in a low, sultry voice. "I'm almost pretty sure that we've never met, I would remember you." Blaine's eyes slowly raked the man's body up and down. "So, tell me handsome," He took a few steps forward. "Who are you and what are you doing here? Such a pretty face alone in the docks?"
The man tilted his head and looked at Blaine curiously. "I've always wondered what would it be like to meet you, Blaine Anderson." He replied, catching Blaine slightly off guard by knowing his name. The forger opened his mouth to say something, but the man kept talking. "I have to say, I'm not disappointed. Unfortunately, as delightful as this conversation is, I'm afraid it has to end."
"Why the rush, babe?" Blaine asked and winked, even though he didn't feel as confident as he did at the beginning of the conversation.
The man smirked. "I believe you have somewhere else to be."
"Is that so? And where would that be?"
"Prison."
Before Blaine had time to react, he saw people running towards him, guns in their hands, wearing the jackets with "FBI" written on them. Suddenly, his hands were grabbed from behind, his gun was ripped from the holster and after few seconds, he felt the handcuffs on his wrists.
The stranger slowly walked up to him, smiling like Christmas came earlier this year. "Blaine Anderson, you're under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interrogation time and at court." He turned to the man holding Blaine from behind. "Take him, Mike."
The agent started walking him to the car, when Blaine abruptly stopped and turned his head back. "At least tell me your name, gorgeous. I think I deserve to know."
The man looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Special agent Kurt Hummel. I'd say that it's nice to meet you… but I'm not a big fan of lying. But I have to say, it's really nice to catch at least one of you." With that he turned around and walked to the group of agents standing nearby.
The agent holding Blaine walked him to the car and told him to get inside. When he was sitting in the backseat, Hummel's words suddenly hit him. "… it's really nice to catch at least one of you." As the realization dawned on him, Blaine clenched his fists, knowing it must have been Sebastian who tipped the feds of to simply get rid of him.
"You'll pay for this, you fucking asshole." Blaine mumbled angrily under his breath and while he didn't know how yet, he knew one thing - revenge was a dish that tasted best when served cold. And Blaine would make sure that it tasted fucking delicious.
Through the window, he could see the agents getting into the cars, and he figured they would be moving soon when he saw the Asian agent, the same one that put him in the car, walk in his direction.
Leaning back and staring at the ceiling of the car, Blaine sighed. Looks like I'll have to get used to these orange clothes after all.
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