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"He's been causing trouble. Dispose of him."
"Yes sir," Blaine answered softly. Almost at once, he was back in that garage, walking towards his target. As he stepped to bring deliver the final blow, a hand caught his wrist firmly. Blaine looked up, his eyes once again meeting those flawless blues eyes.
"Blaine?" Kurt asked in awe. "What are you doing?"
He couldn't answer. "Let go, love," he whispered. "I won't hurt you." Right as Kurt released his grip, he finished his previous motion, the dark crimson contrasting beautifully with his boyfriend's porcelain skin.
Blaine sat straight up in bed, his entire body shaking violently. He curled his legs up to his chest, forehead against his knees. It was the first time he was having nightmares after a kill. The first time he was feeling remorse for what he had done. The first time he cried the morning after a kill.
His breakdown was cut short by the sound of his phone going off. Swallowing, he answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey son," his father said, sounding cheerful. "How're you doing?"
Miserable at best, Blaine thought bitterly to himself. "I'm doing fine."
"That's always good to hear. So, I hear your Glee club has sectionals coming up."
"Yes sir, we do," Blaine rubbed his eyes, getting the last bit of unneeded moisture out of them.
He heard his father chuckle. "Who's your biggest competition this year?"
"New Directions, a glee club from McKinley," Blaine answered.
"Are you planning to do what you've done in the past?"
Blaine knew his father wasn't talking about singing solos. "I probably will." That grin came back for a second, right before it was replace with a gentle smile. "There's just one member of that club I have to keep safe."
His father let out a low whistle. "You have a boyfriend in the enemy camp? That's dangerous, son."
"Yeah, I know. I've tried to convince him to come to Dalton, but no dice. He can't afford tuition and I've offered to pay for his tuition, but he refuses."
"What if he got the money from an anonymous charity that heard about the problems he was having at his old school?"
Blaine pondered the thought for a moment. "That would work."
Kurt had just finished fixing his hair when he heard the knock at the door. He sprinted up the stairs, only to see Burt opening the door for Blaine. "How've you been?" Kurt's dad asked gruffly as his son's boyfriend came in.
"Not so great," Blaine shrugged, a slight frown tugging at his lips. "My grandfather's in the hospital and I've been going there to visit him a lot."
Kurt hated seeing the sadness on his boyfriend's face. "Hey Blaine," he called, smiling softly. The older teen's hazel eyes locked onto Kurt's blue ones, fear and another emotion Kurt couldn't place swirling in them.
"Hello love," Blaine answered, his signature smile back in place. Kurt blinked, slightly confused at the sudden switch in attitude. Shrugging it off as his imagination, he gave his dad a quick hug, promising to be back in a few hours.
Once in the confines of Blaine's car on their way to Breadsticks, Kurt finally caved to his growing curiosity. "What was with the look you gave me earlier?"
"What look?" Blaine asked, his right hand moving from the wheel to grab Kurt's left one. "The 'I can't believe I'm lucky enough to be dating a guy this gorgeous' look?"
Kurt turned a brilliant shade of pink. "Liar," he muttered. "You don't really think that."
Blaine parked the car outside of Breadsticks, shifting in his seat to look at Kurt. "You have no idea what I think," he whispered darkly, placing a kiss on his boyfriend's lips that would've lead to a lot more if Kurt's phone hadn't decided to start spazzing out.
With a frustrated groan, Kurt leaned away from Blaine, answering his phone with a 'This better be pretty damn important." His eyes went from narrowed with annoyance to wide in shock in less than a second as he listen to the voice on the other end of the line. "Yeah, I'll be there in a second." As he hung up the phone, a single tear managed its way down his cheek. "Blaine, can you take me to my school?"
"Sure love. What's wrong?" Blaine asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Mike and Brittany are dead."
