Blaine stepped forward, as if in a trance, making his way around the table to where Kurt sat. He reached out but didn't touch him, letting his hand hover over his jaw. "Kurt?" he breathed softly, "Is it really you?"

Kurt's smile grew, "Yeah, it's me, Blaine."

Blaine reached out a little bit more- and promptly slapped Kurt on the back of his head. Kurt flinched and glared, "Blaine Anderson! What the hell was that?!"

Blaine trailed a hand down Kurt's chest, "That was for leaving for a year with virtually no contact and this-" He tightened his grip on Kurt's shirt suddenly and leaned down to kiss him firmly. Kurt shook off his surprise and responded enthusiastically (or as well as he could with his arms pinned to a chair) by craning his neck up and sliding his lips against Blaine's. Their mouths opened at the same time, tongues meeting and twisting together in a familiar dance. Kurt moaned into the kiss and Blaine pulled away, both of them panting heavily. Blaine tipped his forehead against Kurt's, "That was because I have missed you so damn much."

Kurt only hummed happily, tilting his face up to brush his nose against Blaine's. He met Blaine's eyes and said softly, "I've missed you too, Blaine. It's been hell."

Blaine didn't even notice the awkward angle he was bent at, too lost in his mission to stay as close to Kurt as he could. "Where have you been, Kurt?"

Kurt sighed and closed his eyes, "I-I can't tell you."

Blaine pulled back and his eyebrows knitted together, "Why the hell not? I think I deserve to know."

"I can't tell you. It's top secret."

Blaine opened his mouth to say something else but the door to the holding room swung open and Sam walked in, eyes wide. "Uh, Blaine? You wanna tell us what's going on?"

Kurt and Blaine both blushed when they remembered they had an audience. Blaine cleared his throat and straightened up, "Right, yeah. Um, gentlemen," he addressed the group that had trickled in, "I'd like you to meet Kurt Hummel. My husband."

-O-

Blaine narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean you can't uncuff him yet? I told you, he's harmless!"

Sam huffed, "I know, Blaine. But Sebastian gets the final call and he should be here any minute."

"Oh, that's great. The fate of my husband is in the hands of Sebastian freakin' Smythe."

Sam frowned a bit, "Sebastian's an asshole but he's a fair asshole. I'm sure he'll let Kurt off."

Blaine nodded and sighed, "Whatever. I'm gonna wait with Kurt."

Blaine made his way back into the holding room to find Sebastian already there. By the look on Kurt's face, it didn't seem like he'd taken a liking to Sebastian either.

When Blaine walked in, Sebastian turned to him with a smirk on his face. "Hey, killer."

Blaine exhaled in annoyance, "What's the verdict, Sebastian?"

He grinned playfully and slid a hand along Blaine's bicep. He could see Kurt glaring daggers at Sebastian from the corner of his eye and he swatted his wandering hand away. "Aw, don't be mean, Blaine." Sebastian said teasingly.

"Just get to the point."

Sebastian pouted, "You're no fun." His face hardened as he turned to Kurt, "If you'd just tell me what you were doing trying to break in to the Clarington mansion, I'd consider letting you go."

Kurt was still glaring at Sebastian when he spoke. "I can't tell you. I've been told not to."

"By who?"

"The government." Technically, it was true and maybe if this asshole realized that he was working for the government he would let him go.

But Sebastian only scoffed, "Really?"

"Really." When Sebastian said nothing in return, Kurt sighed in exasperation. "Listen. I've been missing for a year because I've been trying to secure the emerald. I have it under good authority that Hunter Clarington is planning on selling it."

"How do you know about the emerald?" Blaine spoke up for the first time in a while. "We only knew about it six months ago."

Kurt met Blaine's gaze and his sharp tone softened, "It's why I left. I was needed for an undercover case."

Blaine frowned, "You couldn't have left any of that in a note?"

"It would've put you in danger, Blaine. Besides, I left our safe word."

Blaine remembered when they'd come up with a message to let the other know that they were safe and not to look for them. He remembered finding the bed empty beside him one morning and the slip of paper on top of the coffee machine with three words on it: come what may.

"It doesn't change the fact that I was worried out of my mind, Kurt!"

Kurt's blue eyes were pleading, "I know and I'm so sorry. Please don't be mad."

Blaine sighed, "I'm not mad. I could never be mad at you."

Kurt smiled softly, and before he could say anything else Sebastian cut in. "As heartbreaking as all of this is, we're not done here. What else do you know?"

Kurt's bitch glare came back in full effect, "I've already said too much. Just trust me, they're selling the emerald."

"Hunter Clarington signed a contract stating that he wasn't allowed to sell the emerald."

"Yeah, well, he isn't exactly the most trustworthy guy, is he?"

Sebastian and Kurt made heated eye contact, both of them daring the other to look away first. "Fine." Sebastian snapped after a few moments, "We can take the cuffs off but he has to stay with us until we can prove that Clarington's trying to sell the emerald."

Kurt looked like he was about to protest but Blaine shot him a warning look, "That's fine, Sebastian. Thank you."

Sebastian winked, pulling out a ring of keys."I did it for you, sexy." He said as he unlocked Kurt's hands.

Kurt sprung up with a scowl on his face, reaching over and sliding an arm around Blaine's waist. He resisted the urge to actually growl at Sebastian, choosing the more civilized route, "Yeah, thanks, Sebastian." He said sarcastically. He turned to Blaine, "Is there somewhere we could be alone?"

Blaine smiled and leaned into Kurt's body a little bit more, "Yeah, of course. Thanks again, Sebastian."

He nodded in acknowledgement and as Blaine led Kurt away, Kurt had to resist the childish temptation to stick his tongue out at Sebastian over his shoulder.

Blaine and Kurt were silent as they walked to the back of the building where Blaine knew there were rooms in case anyone needed to stay overnight. Blaine himself had slept there when it became to hard to sleep alone in the huge bed back at their apartment.

Blaine opened the door to the room he usually used, locking it behind him. There was a beat where they both just drunk each other in hungrily (it had been so long).

And then they were rushing forward at the same time, mouths clashing and hands roaming shamelessly. "Kurt," Blaine panted against his mouth, "I've missed you so much. So much."

They tumbled back onto the small bed, and Kurt flipped them over so Blaine was underneath him. He tugged Blaine's head back with a hand in his curls, sucking and biting along the length of his neck. "I've missed you too, Blaine." He groaned against Blaine's neck. "You have no idea."

Blaine tugged Kurt's head back up to pull him into a deep, messy kiss. He pulled back to meet Kurt's gaze. "Oh yeah?" He challenged, sliding a hand up Kurt's shirt and feeling hot skin under his palm, "Prove it."

And for the next four hours, he did.

A/N: I know this is short but it's a bit of a filler chapter.

I'm not super happy with the ending but I'm no smut writer. If anyone wanted to write something for this scene, just let me know through a PM. All credit would go towards you :)

Thanks for all your reviews and messages, they were what prompted me to post this so quickly 3

Love,
Shini x