"Kurt, I realize you're worried about your hair, but get in the fucking car!" Blaine yelled, snatching the diamond from Kurt's thin, pale fingers and stuffing it in his bag. Kurt pouted, and Blaine rolled his eyes, grabbing his partner's wrist and running towards their Camaro. No police had arrived yet, and so they were able to, once again, make a clean getaway. Blaine pealed out of the parking lot, avoiding hitting a pedestrian as he sped down the road.
"You know, we could have gotten a car that actually had a roof," Kurt said grumpily, trying to fluff-up his hair as they drove away. Blaine rolled his eyes at his partner.
Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson were your typical pair of brains and brawn. Kurt was the one who could bypass any security system, taking out any of those silly inferred beams, and he could abuse any and all technology to do just about anything he wanted. Blaine, on the other hand, was the one who was actually going out in the field. The two normally bickered over who had the tougher job. Blaine always thought he did because Kurt just sat back in an office watching Blaine do the work in whatever building they were in. On the contrary, Kurt had to memorize a lot of codes, not to mention knock out whatever security guards were in the area and somehow hack into the system. Kurt found it mentally exhausting.
"Alright, alright," Blaine said. "We'll do that when we buy a new car. First, we've got to ditch this one."
"But where?" Kurt whined.
Blaine shrugged as he turned the corner. He sighed, turning on the radio. Eleanor Rigby by the Beatles began playing softly in the background as Kurt rested his head on his partner's shoulder. Blaine blushed softly, and he smiled as he murmured, "I hear they've got a bright sun that blares down light in Mexico. We drop the Camaro in the desert and try to blend in. The police in Mexico won't know who we are, so we'll be safe."
"That sounds nice," Kurt smiled. He looked at all the people that rushed by as Blaine drove at insane speeds. Everyone looked so lonely, he thought. People walking alone down the street; people in cars driving by themselves. They all were so closed off to themselves. He then thought about himself and Blaine. They always felt so comfortable together, and Kurt liked that.
"Hey, Blaine? We're in this together, right?"
"If you're trying to be cute by bringing up High School Musical, so help me God, I will-"
"No, no, no, Blaine," Kurt said. "I mean…"
"I know what you mean," Blaine said. "And we are. We're in this together, Kurt, for the long run. No way am I letting anything come between you, me and all the money in the world."
"And diamonds."
"And diamonds," Blaine confirmed, a goofy grin forming on his face. Kurt always loved that goofy grin that fit his partner so well.
And so they continued down the open road, from a life of thievery in the States to Mexico for a life of relaxation and riches.