A/N: Hello, beautiful people and welcome to my new fanfic, I had been playing around this concept for a long time, and thinking of writing a fanfiction which is like the new intense story.

And seeing Darren in his new role as Gianni Versace murder in ACS just gave me the exact push and inspiration to write this fanfic. And hopefully, I'll stay regular on my updates.

SUMMARY:

Kurt Hummel is the Editor-n-Chief of Vogue who didn't know he would become a target for the biggest crime boss in the industry. With anonymous threats and calls, will Kurt live or will he fall into the dominant hands of the sexy mysterious Blaine Anderson an incognito assassin/hitman who earns millions with killing people. He has been given his next target. Will he be able to go ahead with the task or risk his own life as he falls in love with his target?

Hitman!Dom! Blaine, Vogue!Kurt

DISCLAIMER I own nothing or any character in this story.

IGNORE The grammar, I have yet to find a beta who will cooperate with me

The Hitman

Prologue

The loud music blared on the speakers of another Hollywood event, VIP of fashion's elites mingled and grinded against each other on the dance floor, while the A-List Hollywood stars spilled alcohol and passed out cocaine under the dimmed light of the club. Oh, what the paparazzi outside wouldn't give to see this, what the public wouldn't pay the magazines just to see the celebrities in their true skin, this right here is tabloid gold if anyone would just take pictures and conveniently leak them online, a bad reputation can either kill your career or give you just the rep with the media and tabloids to gain the attention you need to kick off your career.

But none of the alcohol, drugs or sluts were Kurt Hummel's interest. This was his party after all, to honor his 10th anniversary as the youngest editor-n-chief of Vogue. He had struggled, fought his way up to this position, and no one is going to see him as a target to media gossip. There was so much competition out there still for the seat he had in Vogue, and one bad act could land him in the vogue dog house. He knew his success had made him a target to a lot of influential people who wanted his place in Vogue. But no one was going to push a Hummel around, he was recognized as the Ice Queen bitch of Fashion for a reason, everyone feared him, and though it kept the bad publicity and people away; it did make him awfully lonely at times.

He couldn't help but observe his colleagues and models practically doing the nastiest shit possible, he loathed everyone in this room. That's why he always chooses to sit alone on the mezzanine of his private lounge and observe people as he drank the night away. He may seem like a dull person who wasn't the life of the party, since he basically just attended them, mingled a bit, have a few drinks before retreating to his home, alone, so he could go to bed. It was because nothing caught his attention as such to ever instigate in having fun at these parties. Just then Kurt was pushed out of his thoughts when a drunk couple stumbled over to the couch he was sitting on, they fell against the couch and practically started to tear at each other's clothes.

Oh, fuck no! Kurt huffed, grabbing his glass of scotch and walked over to the couch on the other side of the room. He sat down and crossed his legs, taking a sip from his glass he rolled his eyes when he heard the faint sound of moaning coming from the couple across from him and continued to glance around the ground floor.

"Not in the mood of partying?"

"excuse me?" Kurt turned his head to see who said that, only to find the hottest guy he has seen this entire evening, just casually sitting on the couch he was on, just three seats away. He had the most hypnotizing golden-hazel eyes, which seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the club, his hair was roughed up just a bit but still looked impeccably styled, but no doubt seemed like silky smooth curls. And was wearing a sinfully fitted tailored black suit, with glasses perched on top of his nose.

He raised his hands up in defense but kept that smirk on his lips, amused with his reaction as he said "hey, just an observation, you don't seem like the type who wants to get down and dirty on a party, not that I'm judging" The stranger said, shrugging his shoulders looking back at the crowd around him, before landing his gaze back on Kurt and giving him a charming smile.

"do you even know who I am?" Kurt said, crossing his arms and glaring back at those hazel eyes.

The guy smiled and scooted closer to Kurt as he said over the loud music "who doesn't know who you are? Mr. Kurt Hummel, Editor-n- Chief of Vogue Magazine, youngest Editor in fact, for 10 years, crawled and worked your way up to the top, this is your 10th Vogue Anniversary after all, what I'm surprised to see is that, are you always this uptight or is it just a mask?"

Kurt gave him a once over as the man was now just sitting two feet away from him on the black leather couch "I have no interest in partying my way through the night" he said, taking a sip from his glass.

"then why throw such big parties every year, Mr. Hummel?" Hazel eyes asked and Kurt could hear the seductive undertone in his voice.

He rolled his eyes at him and said curtly "It's only mandatory in Vogue, and it's not like I throw these to get laid or get in the light of the paparazzi"

Hazel -Eyes laughed and nodded at Kurt's reply "well, Mr. Hummel, you sure know how to throw one hell of a party, the question is, why are you sitting here alone in your own party, surely a beautiful man like you would at least have a date to a party?"

Kurt smirked, leaning forward on the couch, giving his best seductive face as he said, "flattery will get you nowhere, Mister…?"

"Just Devon" the stranger, Devon, said.

"Devon, I have no interest in hooking up with people, and give the paparazzi something to talk about"

He chuckled and finished his glass of wine as he said flirting back in return "So what you're saying is that no one has yet to catch your attention? A man like you can't be single"

Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes at Devon, turning his head away from those hypnotizing hazel eyes, taking finishing his glass of scotch as he did. Truth be told he was single, and quite the hottest bachelor in LA, but sadly being a gay man did give him limited choices, but no one did catch his attention as a potential boyfriend. And neither was he a man to hookup, he liked the domestic life, a nice house by the beach and a husband on his arm as their children played in the sand. That was the life he wanted out a relationship. But there haven't been many men around who would want that. Most men just flirted with him because of his money and looks.

But oh boy, even he couldn't deny the man next to him was sex on a stick, but no, he would be just another one of those fuck and quick dash kind of a guy. Or another one of those gold diggers he had once happened to date a while back.

Devon smiled and him and he could feel the weight shift on the couch, fuck it, he could feel the heat radiating from him. But Kurt didn't let his cold exterior break that easily, he tried to remain calm, he won't fall into his trap.

"Well, Kurt Hummel I for one think that someone like you…" he turned his head towards Devon who was suddenly leaning towards him, his eyes locked with those hypnotic ones, he could feel Devon's breath on his lips, he smelled like the latest Gucci Guilty perfume and cigarettes with a hint of cinnamon. Devon smirked and whispered into Kurt's ear "Is too good for these fake assholes anyway, someone as beautiful as you deserve better than that" and with that said, Devon got up from the couch and walked away.

Fuck Kurt thought, watching the guy walk away. He shook his head and got up from the couch, deciding to call it an evening, and go home, he's had enough for the night.

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