8 years on . . .
Tapping out a random tune on his guitar, Blaine turned to look out of the window, waiting for inspiration to come to him. Why did they have windows anyway? Why were they even living here? With all their money they could probably some of the most expensive villas in Ohio.
Well, no. Actually perhaps this was better. Hidden. Foreign. It looked abandoned, even the motorbikes were hidden and the blinds were usually down so it looked abandoned. No one goes into the woods, it's just not heard off. Apart from the odd drunk that stumbles in to piss, the woods is left well enough alone. He'd heard it was going to be turned into some big major holiday resort, but they only got to build one house before they realised it was going to be impossible to build any more past the heavily wooded area. So, instead, they'd built a school.
Closing his eyes and adding a few more chords to his aimless strums, Blaine started to hum along. It was nearly dawn and he could hear the soothing tap of a keyboard in the room next to his. The keys suddenly stopped then started again rapidly.
"Crap!" Sounded the voice, making Blaine smirk slightly as the silence was suddenly broken. Hearing footsteps by his doorway, he glanced up lazily to see Kurt rubbing at his hair furiously with dark bags under his eyes. They'd be swapping patrol tonight, that was for sure. Without asking, Kurt flung himself down on the bed next to him and growled, punching at the pillow in frustration. "Anderson, Pavorattis down again." The boy just hummed in acknowledgement. Pavoratti's activity always swooped in the summertime when the teens got bored and riots started. They all needed an out, and Pavoratti was there to help.
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" Um, Blaine? Is it meant to be doing that?" Asked Kurt hesitantly, frowning at the computer, his finger hovering over the mouse pad slightly as he tried to read what the ERROR;/ codes were trying to tell him on the screen. Hopping over the back of the couch, Blaine scanned it once over quickly and wrinkled his nose lightly.
"Nope. Here." Moving Kurts hand with his own slightly, he tapped out a few key words with Kurt nodding occasionally as he explained it. Finally the ERROR:/ screens cleared and they were back at what they did best. Hacking. With it, they'd manage to start a shaky and shady business both on and offline. Propaganda And Violations Against Rioters Ohio Twenty-Two hours Inside information. Or, as Kurt had liked to call it, PAVAROTTI. Blaine had to admit, it had quite a nice ring to it. After some designer or something.
"Thanks." Chuckled Kurt, getting straight back to tapping the keys lightly as first light broke out in the sky behind them. Since Blaine knew that he needed his space to work out the new system, Kurt wondered why exactly he was still sitting there. Without turning his head, he continued to hack out some more coding. "Can I help you?" When there was no reply, Kurt turned his head and had to laugh at Blaines pout and his curls falling into his face.
"Yea! Wheres my reward?" Snorted the teenager, crossing his arms moodily as he turned away from Kurt.
"Not sure you deserve one."
"Hey! That codings difficult!"
"Well, not really. Could have figured it out soon enough."
"Yea?"
"Yea." Kurt tried to evenly level out Blaines glare but eventually gave up once his eyes started to water. Rolling them for effect, he snorted and jerked his thumb towards where the cupboard was.
"Kit-kats. Top shelf." Trying not to smile as Blaine got up with a squeal of delight or how he hummed as he walked over was hard enough as it was. But trying not to laugh when said boy had to stand on his tip-toes to try and reach his favourite treat? That was impossible. And adorable.
"Need some help there Anderson?"
"Piss off Hummel! Wait – no, better yet getcho skinny ass over here and help me get these Kit-Kats!"
"Want to split them again?"
"Hell no! These are all mine!"
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"... anderson? Anderson?" Kurt repeated, poking at Blaines side to draw him out of his reverie. When Blaine finally looked up, the slightly concerned look on his face shut down and his usual smirk returned. "Crap. Thought I'd lost you for a moment. You looked like you were trying to shit out a watermelon or something!"
"A . . . what?"
"Just go with it."
Moments passed in pleasant silence. Blaine was about to ask what Kurt wanted, when the boy in question spoke again. "That was you're cue Anderson."
"There a treat at the end of it?"
"Maaaybe." Despite himself, Kurt let his thin lips twitch up in the beginning of a smile. Watching Blaine turn into, basically, a five year old never failed to make his day.
"Doesn't give me much to work with." Offered the curly mob, poking the taller boys thigh with a grin.
"Alright. Yes. There is. Now get to it!"
"Gotcha!"