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Warnings: Intense slightly violent moment? This is filed under adventure I think so you should be pretty safe
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Blaine hadn't seen Kurt for a significant amount of time in weeks. They would make eye contact from across a street, but Kurt always disappeared no sooner than Blaine had seen him. Sometimes, Blaine wondered if Kurt was actually real all those times he saw him for a fleeting moment. He wondered why Kurt didn't come to visit.
It was true that Blaine was seeing the real Kurt. It was also true that Kurt didn't want to visit. He couldn't perfectly explain the feeling, but he was afraid of going back. Quinn and Rachel had made it clear that they had nothing against… people like him. Could he trust again? Last time it seemed like he was safe, but that endeavor had left him lying on the sidewalk. Soon, it would come to the point when Kurt could no longer avoid Blaine and his friends.
"Quinn," Blaine called up the stairs while he shuffled through the mail. "There's an invitation for another one of your dad's galas."
Quinn came bounding down the stairs and snatched the letter out of Blaine's hand. She tore open the envelope and scanned the page with her eyes. She groaned and placed it on the mantle post.
"What did it say?" Blaine asked.
"Same as always," Quinn sighed. "I'm invited to the gala. I can't bring Rachel. He'd rather that I didn't talk to him."
"I'm sorry," Blaine apologized. "I'm sure that he'll come around." Quinn shrugged.
"He probably won't. It doesn't matter though. I still get to go to these fancy galas," she said sarcastically. Blaine laughed.
"Am I your date again?" he questioned.
"I guess so," Quinn chuckled. "I'll ask Rachel about our original plans for that night. Let's see how we can use this to our benefit."
"I already know the plans for that night," Blaine smiled wickedly. "It'll work perfectly."
At about the same time, Kurt was getting a similar letter from his father's assistant. He was to go to a gala in his father's place to keep up the family image. He was not to mention anything. As far as the attendees of the gala were to know, Kurt still lived in his father's house. Kurt laughed as he looked around his apartment and realized how untrue that lie was. Luckily, he would be presentable for the gala. Kurt's financial priorities often had to do with clothes.
There was a pounding at Kurt's door. He threw it open to find his niece, Constance, staring up at him. She looked like she had been crying. Kurt's sister's 12 year old daughter often showed up at Kurt's apartment with her worries. Constance was a comfort to Kurt as much as he was to her. She was the only family member who had any real kind of contact with Kurt.
"What's wrong?" Kurt asked pulling the young girl into his apartment. He sat her down on the sofa and suddenly wished that he had the instant tea maker at Blaine's house. Was it possible that Rachel would make one for him?
"They don't get me," Constance mumbled. Kurt laughed.
"Welcome to the world, Constance," he chuckled.
"I just don't want to live… the way that I do," she complained. "I hate sewing. I can't stand the piano. I despise this damn corset." She reached behind her back, unlaced her dress, and then unlaced her corset. Kurt raised his eyebrows. She was so like her mother.
"That was dramatic," he scoffed.
"I couldn't breathe," she shrugged. She put her boots up on the coffee table, and Kurt didn't feel up to telling her to put them down. The apartment was a mess anyway. "How's your boyfriend."
Kurt widened his eyes in surprise.
"Of course I knew that you had a boyfriend," Constance laughed. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Kurt." Kurt smiled sadly.
"No," he admitted. "No, you're not. I'm… no longer with him though." Constance looked at him skeptically.
"I'm guessing it ended badly," she deduced.
"Yeah," Kurt chortled. "You could say that."
Constance stayed a while longer – as long as she wanted to. Kurt made a point of never asking her to leave. He always wanted his home to be a safe haven for his niece. She deserved one coming from the home she leaved in. There was a sparkle to her grey blue eyes that Kurt never wanted to leave. He saw so many young women walking around with nothing but dreary air about him. He could never wish such an existence on anyone let alone his closest family member.
When Constance left, Kurt was lonely once more. For a split moment, he actually considered going out to call on Blaine. He probably wouldn't even be home. It would be embarrassing to walk to the house just to be met with the sound of a doorbell ringing into an empty house. Did they even have a doorbell? Kurt could only remember the fascinating keypad.
Quinn sat on her and Rachel's bed, watching her girlfriend tear through their closet. She thoughtfully traced a design on her trousers. She was melancholy because she knew that in a couple of nights, she would be forced to wear a skirt for a change.
"How about this one?" Rachel asked pulling out a spring green dress with a particularly large skirt. It was fairly attractive in way of color and design, but the Quinn couldn't get over the skirt.
"No," she said shaking her head.
"It would look so nice with your eyes!" Rachel pleaded. Quinn was adamant. "You're going to have to choose something." Quinn groaned and lay back on the bed.
"You don't hate skirts as much as me!" she exclaimed. "Why don't you go in my place?"
"I'm not allowed to go," Rachel pointed out. She rummaged through the closet again, looking for something with a slimmer skirt.
"No," Quinn argued. "I'm just not allowed to take you with me." Rachel threw a violet dress with white accents on top of Quinn and lay down next to her.
Quinn scrambled with the fabric until she was face to face with her girlfriend. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. It had been such a blessing to find Rachel. It was an even greater relief when she found out that Rachel had similar feelings. Now, they could only hope that Blaine would find someone like that.
"Quinn," Blaine said entering the room. He ignored that he was obviously interrupting something. They were used to it. "I messed up the revolver. I need your help." Quinn rolled her eyes, and Rachel rolled hers back. She quickly kissed her one more time and followed Blaine out of the room.
"Have you seen Kurt lately?" Quinn asked on their way down the stairs. Blaine shook his head sadly. "Do you think you're ever going to try to see him again?"
"I don't know," Blaine shrugged moodily. "Quinn, what if he's not… you know… gay."
"Blaine," Quinn said disbelievingly. "Did you see the way he looked at you. He's gay. I promise."
Blaine gave a shy smile. Quinn threw an arm around his shoulder and walked with him down to the basement. It was completely filled with gears and springs and rods. Blaine led Quinn over to one of the many work tables where he was working on an automatic revolver. It wouldn't require cocking it before each shot and it would require much less reloading. Quinn got a little wrinkle in her forehead that she always got when she was concentrating. She started fiddling around with the gears, and Blaine knew that it was best to leave her alone while she worked. She would find a solution much faster without him.
The day of the gala arrived, and Kurt prepared himself for avoiding awkward questions. He chose dark green vest with a matching bowtie. He wore a black dinner jacket and black slacks. His shoes had been recently shined for the occasion to the point where Kurt could almost see his reflection. Using a tall mirror on his door, he put his signature curl at the front of his head and took a breath.
"No one will ever guess that I live in a shady apartment with an abusively loud couple next door. No one will guess that I haven't spoken to my family in years. No one will guess that my life is currently at its lowest," Kurt said to the mirror. And no one would. Burt Hummel kept his private life a secret from the rest of the world.
Quinn had settled on the violet dress. It flared in a way that was slightly acceptable to her although she still found herself tripping often. Blaine had chosen a red waist coat. Quinn had to admit that it accented his hair and green eyes very nicely. She hoped that no girls would find Blaine too attractive. There had been only one time that Blaine had doubted his sexuality. It had been with Rachel, before she and Quinn were together. His doubts were quickly cleared though, and he felt flattered but uncomfortable with women's interests since then.
"Remember the plan," Rachel said as they got ready to leave. "Make sure people see you and get a good look at you. If things go… badly, we can use the gala as an alibi. One of you must always be there. Leave in shifts. I'll meet either one of you in the alley and we'll make the sale."
"We know, Rachel," Quinn said smiling. Although she wasn't particularly looking forward to the gala, the rest of the night held potential for excitement.
"Quinn's going first," Blaine explained to Rachel. "If anything goes wrong she'll buzz me, and I'll go out in a flash."
The first half hour of the gala was critical. Blaine pretended to be Quinn's significant other and made as much contact with the other guests as possible. Blaine was a charmer at these events, and Quinn wasn't so bad herself. Blaine found complimenting people on their hair, clothes, and knowledge easy. He genuinely liked people and always found something to like quickly. There was never an awkward pause in his conversation except for one moment. Someone a little distance away caught his attention.
"I'm so sorry," he apologized to a woman he could not remember the name of. "I've just remembered a matter of great importance." The woman forgave him and went off to talk to someone else as Blaine approached a timid looking Kurt.
"You didn't tell me you would be here," Blaine exclaimed as he approached Kurt.
"I haven't had much of the chance," Kurt answered apologetically.
"You haven't even visited. Why?" Blaine sounded hurt, and Kurt wanted to give him an answer, but he couldn't think of one that wasn't ridiculous.
"Just preoccupied I guess," Kurt shrugged.
He saw Blaine make eye contact with Quinn from across the room. He gave a curt nod, and she disappeared into the women's bathroom just as soon as her presence had been made clear. Kurt squinted his eyes in wonder, and Blaine cleared his throat.
"This is her father's gala," he explained. Kurt looked surprised.
"I didn't realize that Russell Fabray had a daughter," he gaped.
"He doesn't really talk about her much," Blaine elucidated. Kurt nodded in understanding.
"Look," Blaine said suddenly, "if I'm ever in trouble will you say that I was here tonight." Kurt raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Of course," he stuttered. "Are you in some kind of trouble?"
"Not yet!" Blaine cried optimistically right as Kurt heard a buzzing coming from his pocket. He stared down at it. "That's Quinn. I have to go."
Kurt found himself sorry that Blaine was leaving. He had the sudden urge to follow him wherever he went. He wanted to take part in whatever mischief this man was about to get himself into. He wanted to be there to get him out of it or possibly get himself in. He watched as Blaine started to head for the men's bathroom.
"I'm coming with you!" Kurt shouted louder than he meant to. A couple of people turned their heads, but went back to their conversation when they decided that it was nothing interesting. Blaine paused for a second and stared at Kurt.
"Why?" he asked cautiously.
"It sounds like an adventure," Kurt presumed. "I could use an adventure lately." Blaine smiled and gestured for Kurt to follow.
They walked brusquely but unnoticed to the bathroom. Blaine made sure that they were alone and pulled a screw driver out of his pocket. He made quick work of the windows and started to climb out. He pulled Kurt through after him, and Kurt found himself in an empty alley way. Blaine grabbed his hand, and they started running. Kurt felt a thrill to hold this man's hand. He liked running with him even though he did not know where they were going or what they would when they got there.
They turned into another alley only to find three men, two of which were holding Quinn and Rachel by twisted arms. They held knives to their throats, and it was obviously that they were not permitted to speak. The other man twirled an intriguing looking revolver around his pointer finger. Kurt gawked at the sight before him.
"Come on," Blaine said cautiously holding his hands up. "Why don't you just pay us for your goods, and we'll go on our way. We don't even care what you do with them."
"Guns are expensive," the man complained wickedly. "Specially designed guns are even pricier." He held the revolver up to Rachel's head. She started to cry quietly. "Why don't we find a different means to pay you with? Something like, maybe, these young ladies' lives."
Kurt expected Blaine the immediately agree to the terms. It was his two best friends' lives at stake. Instead, Blaine calmly assessed the situation. He cocked his head to one side.
"I think that you have misjudged something," Blaine pointed out tranquilly. "I haven't yet shown you how to fire shots repeatedly. Also, I always keep one copy of an invention for myself."
In a flash, he pulled a revolver out of his coat pocket and, before Kurt noticed what was even going on, three shots rang out one after the other. The three men screamed in pain, and the man in the middle threw his gun out of his hand to grab his leg where Blaine had shot him. Quinn snatched the revolver out of the air, grabbed Rachel's hand, and took off down the alley. Blaine seized Kurt's hand, and they followed after the girls.
They sprinted all the way to the townhouse where Blaine hurriedly punched in the code and shoved them all inside. They all stood gasping for air in the foyer, and Kurt realized that Rachel was lucky to be alive. In panic, the man in the middle, easily could have shot her. He started to slap Blaine's arms.
"Are you fucking crazy!" he shouted. "She could have died! What the hell was that? You could have just let them have the gun!" Blaine awkwardly stepped back and backed into the railing of the stairs.
"You didn't have to come," he reminded Kurt. "Rachel's okay. She's been in worse situations. We have to make our money some way. People can't just get used to stealing from us." Kurt stopped hitting Blaine.
"You do this often?" he questioned.
"When we don't get paid," Quinn shrugged. Kurt threw his hands up in exasperation.
"I'm going home," he sighed. "I'm going home, and I'm never going to think about this again."
"I don't think that's safe," Blaine guessed peering out of the window. "You better stay here just for the night."
Blaine led Kurt to the sofa and set it up with a blanket and pillow. Kurt didn't want to sleep out of his own home or in his dress clothes, but Blaine made it very clear that there would be people out looking for them in the night. It was safest to stay exactly where they were until morning. Blaine was about to leave and give Kurt privacy when he suddenly turned around again.
"Kurt," he tried. Kurt looked at him to show that he was listening. "You said that you wanted an adventure. I can promise that if you stick around with us, you'll have an adventure at least once a month." With that, he turned and left Kurt to think. He had a lot to mull over.