Blaine was a spy.
No a burned spy.
When your burned you have nothing. No accounts, no credit, no job history. Your stuck in whatever city they decide to leave you in. You do whatever work comes your way, rely on anyone whos still talking to you. Family too...
If you're desperate.
Bottom line, until you find out who burned you you're not going anywhere.
Blaine rubbed his eyes and groaned. Was he on a bed? Yes. Okay thats a start. What happened last night? Oh yeah.
He got burnt.
Someone framed him for hacking into the pentagon and deleting the latest weapons tech folders. Not after emailing them to terrorist forces. He would never hack the pentagon. For one it was far to easy, and he did that in his rookie year...not a big deal. But when files are wiped and others are stolen, files worth millions of dollars, you blame the people who don't exist. Who's job it is not to be there. You blame the spies. Blaine sat up.
"Where am I?" He sighed. The room looked familiar, he smelt coffee. He clearl the person knew his coffee habit. But another intel agent could find that easily. He stuck his hand under his pillow. Clearly this person knew he never slept without a gun, he smiled. Still he took it and stepped out of bed, still in the grey suit from yesterday. A bullet hole and a bit of blood yes but at least he hadn't slept with anyone.
Just was attempted to be killed, clearly burning him wasn't enough. The door was nudged open and a coffee handed to Blaine.
"Why is it anytime we met, we have at least one gun pointed at the other?" The boy smiled. He was taller than Blaine, with billowy chestnut hair. He had a green tank top and tight white three quarter length jeans.
"Hello Kurt." Blaine smirked. He used to date Kurt about ten or so years ago. He then left for Iran and couldn't tell him. Life of a spy. Except the fact his ex-boyfriend was a little trigger happy.
"Oh thats nice you remember my name."
"Look if your still mad..." Blaine sighed.
"Oh course I'm still mad! You're a spy! You could have died and no one would notice!" Kurt yelled.
"Burnt."
"Excuse me?" Kurt raised an eyebrow sassily.
"I got burnt. Framed for the Pentagon theft." He chuckled, "Thanks for pulling me into your car."
"Well I could have let you get shot but I wanted to yell at you first." Kurt winked. He then heard a noise from the kitchen.
"New boyfriend?" Blaine joked.
"Haven't dated since you." Kurt answered quickly, pulling out two guns from under the bed and loading them both.
"One of those for me?"
"Get your own." Kurt snapped.
"It could be someone you know Kurt." Blaine rolled his eyes.
"In my experience, It's best to shoot first, and ask questions later." Kurt shrugged. He hadn't changed a bit since they were sixteen.
"But they're dead."
"Exactly, so unlike you they don't argue." Blaine smiled at the boy. He couldn't get involved again though, he had to find who burned him, that would just make Kurt a target. The door handle to the bedroom was jiggled open.
"Hello? AH!" Kurt hit the back of the intruders knees then had him in a sleeper hold with a gun pointed to his head in a matter of seconds. "Hello to you too Kurt." Kurt then blushed and let go.
"Sorry, Puck. Warn me, you know?" Puck then looked over at Blaine and gasped.
"Blaine Anderson. You're a legend man. I heard you got burnt though? Thats bad ass dude!" Puck said in excitement. Kurt shook his head.
"Puck, Blaine, Blaine, Puck. He gets me my guns when I need more." Kurt supplied.
"When do you ever need more?"
"When don't I?" Kurt smirked. Puck rolled his eyes and handed Kurt a new micro-gun.
"Not detectable in airports, 50 metre span, exact when in the hands of a skilled gunsman like yourself and small enough to fit in your shoe without pain." Kurt held the gun testingly then fired at the floor. The bullet going through Blaine's tie that was lying there.
"Hey!" Said boy protested.
"Perfect." Kurt smirked.
"Anderson was hooked for the heist?" He smiled, "Nice work, Lopez, you studied well."
"Well Hummel's only tapped one ass. He blew half your face off when you tried to tap him, and not in the way you intended." Santana snarked, rolling a knife in her slim fingers. A bullet hit just above her head and she barley blinked. "Aim lower next time."
"I need Hummel. Anderson will want his name cleared, he won't have time to worry about dear, sweet Kurty. If he gets in the way, I threaten Hummel. Its win win. I get a little errand boy and I finally get Kurt." He smirked, rubbed the scars littering his face. He stepped into the light by the window, "And this time, I'll finish him."
"You don't mean..." Santana gaped,
"I'm going to take what he owed me in high school. Then I'll kill him. Anderson will get the wrap and I take out the only two remaining members of Project Warbler." Karofksy laughed.
Whats Project Warbler? Why are there only two remaining members? Why is Karofsky such a douche? And will Kurt ever find the right scarf to match his gun?
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