The sun shown in that morning through the blinds and created a perfect stripe of white over Blaine's brown eyes. He furrowed his brow and squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a soft groan that was muffled by the hard and flat pillow under his head. He hadn't had the most peaceful night considering it was hot and humid in the room, and that the mattress was like a slab of stone. He wondered how Rachel slept in these conditions before trying to slip back into unconsciousness, but this was to no avail. Instead, he chose to shift his body upward so he was now facing Kurt, who had rolled onto his back and was still peacefully asleep. Blaine smiled and watched the rise and fall of Kurt's chest, how his hair hung over his forehead, and how peaceful in general the scene was to gaze at.
Kurt didn't awaken until about ten in the morning, which was only an hour's wait for Blaine, who entertained himself with a book. Kurt sat up and stretched, letting out a loud groan at the pop in his back.
"I'm getting too old for this shit," Kurt muttered, letting his hands fall into his lap. He looked over at his partner. "What're you reading?"
"Just some old thing I found lying around, baby," Blaine said, dog-earring the page and setting it on the nightstand beside their bed. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt's cheek. "Did you sleep alright?"
"Oh, just about as good as anyone could in these conditions," Kurt said, a hint of sarcasm seasoning his voice. "How about you?"
Blaine smiled and took his hand, nodding in agreement. "Just about the same."
The two shared a moment of silence before deciding to go out to the marketplace and see what would be going on around town. Kurt got up and changed his clothing, telling Blaine to remind him to go down to the Laundromat and get their clothes washed. Blaine nodded and stashed their stuff into the safe under the cabinet.
"Oh, Kurt," said Blaine upon their discovery of said safe. "Look, the only think they have that's up to regulations! A safe!"
Kurt's pale, thin lips turned up in a wicked grin. "Perfection," he purred. "Now we have some place to put our valuables."
"You mean the cash?"
"And the diamond."
Blaine rolled his eyes. "You seem to favor the gem aspect of this more than the money aspect."
"What can I say?" Kurt said with a tilt of his head and a smile. "I love my sparkling rocks."
They locked away their stash of treasure and spruced up the room a bit. Kurt opened the windows and the balcony door during this little montage so the air could flow in and take away all of the stuffy, clingy atmosphere in their room. He once again shook out the blankets and sheets, more dust leaving the fabrics and floating away in the cool breeze. Blaine took this time to shower and re-gel his hair into its normal fashion, doing away with the curls Kurt had grown up with.
Kurt finished up and took his own shower, fluffing his hair up into its normal, posh and Vogue-worthy state.
Vogue. Why did he have to think of Vogue while styling his hair? The name struck a nerve inside of him, reminding him of the dreams he had given up on. Wal-Mart was not the true place of his adventures, and he knew that. It was Vogue. Kurt had gone in for an interview, came out, and there Blaine was, trying to call Kurt, who had his cell phone turned on.
"I did something bad, Kurt. I'm in deep shit," Blaine had said, looking frantic. Kurt discovered what was wrong when Blaine opened his shoulder bag, and it was stuffed full of cash. Kurt almost screamed, but knew that if he did, Blaine would be gone for good. Instead, Kurt took him home to their apartment and the two had a calm talk in hushed tones. Blaine had been minding his own business in a bank when someone burst in to rob it. The robber was caught, but cash was all over. Blaine just took as much as he could and he ran. Kurt knew this wasn't the full story. Obviously, there had to be more, but Blaine couldn't elaborate, saying it had happened too fast to remember small details.
Kurt hid the money. It was the only option Kurt would be able to bear with. Of course, hiding a criminal who was also your boyfriend was difficult, but he couldn't send Blaine to jail. Who knows what would have happened to him. Instead, Kurt stashed the money, pulled his application from Vogue, and said goodbye to his dreams. They packed up and ran out of the city to wherever they could get away, and since then, they had just hopped around, taking whatever money they could with them and stashing it in the tire-hold of their now long gone Camaro. Soon, Kurt had become an expert in coding and the two were an unstoppable duo. And now, they were in Mexico, running from the law and planning a trip to Europe before settling in India, and, if Kurt was honest with himself, it didn't sound so bad.
Blaine sensed Kurt's uneasiness and walked up behind him, placing his hands on Kurt's shoulders and gently rubbing them as his admired the pale reflection of Kurt's face in the mirror. He murmured into his ear, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," Kurt lied, swallowing the bile that had risen in his throat. Blaine knew it was a lie, because he wasn't that dense, but he let it go, knowing Kurt wouldn't want to talk. Instead, Blaine simply headed out into the other room, allowing Kurt to stew in his juices.
After a few minutes and some moisturizing, Kurt stepped out with a smile on his face, strolling to hover over Blaine's shoulder and wrapping his arms around his neck. "What're you looking at, Blaine?"
Blaine was studying a pamphlet in his hands about a graveyard. He looked up at Kurt over his hipster-like reading glasses, a bit of a puzzled look gracing his handsome face as he said softly, "There's supposedly a treasure in one of the crypts in the graveyard here. There's like some huge tomb where an entire family is buried, and there's supposed to be a family inheritance buried under it."
"Why isn't it in someone's pocket already?" Kurt asked, taking the pamphlet and sitting on the desk, his blue eyes running across the small text. "I mean, surely there had to be an heir."
Blaine shook his head. "If you read a little farther, like, middle of the last panel, it says that the two daughters died, in a drunk driving incident and the brother never married, and eventually died alone and grumpy. So no one got the money."
"Then who buried it under the tomb?"
"The gardener, who was a respectful Hare Krishna woman, did. She's the oldest woman in the town, and she lives down the road. Surprisingly, she lives about as far from the graveyard as you can get. I find it kind of suspicious," Blaine said, gazing up at his dashing partner in crime, whose brow was furrowed in concentration as he read. Blaine smiled the familiar, eye-crinkling, crow's-feet-producing smile that Kurt was so in love with, and when Kurt turned his gaze to Blaine and that dashing grin, he found himself becoming lost in the swirling chocolate brown of Blaine's eyes. Truly, if anything Blaine did was ever a crime, it was his beauty, or at least, Kurt thought so.
The two broke out into a fit of giggles before Kurt eventually stood and straightened his tan shirt with the vest that was a dark brown in the front and was black in the back. He ran a hand through his hair, smiling slightly.
"Alright," Kurt said. "Let's go to the market, grab a bite to eat, play around with the locals…"
"Ask about the money in the tomb?" Blaine urged.
Kurt nodded. "But of course. Hey, Blaine?"
"No, Kurt. I don't know if there are any gems in the crypt," Blaine said automatically. Kurt pouted, but it soon evolved into a smile as he thought about how much Blaine knew about him. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and gave him a small peck on the lips. Blaine pulled him back and went for a more passionate kiss, softly nibbling on Kurt's bottom lip and making the taller man moan. Kurt lowered himself down to sit in Blaine's lap as they kissed. Blaine gave a puppy-like lick at Kurt's lip, and soon they were attached, tongues lapping at each other hungrily.
"Kurt," Blaine said between kisses. "Baby, please, we need to go to the market."
Kurt hummed into Blaine's lips. "Not even just a little bit of fun?"
"No," Blaine said, pushing Kurt gently by the shoulders. "Are you really this needy?" He asked teasingly.
Kurt nodded, biting his lower lip. "We haven't in so long. I'm sorry that I'm craving a little excitement."
Blaine only shook his head, grinning and rolling his eyes. "I love you, Kurt."
"I love you, too, Blaine," Kurt said with a soft smile. They both stood and straightened each other out, smiling and exchanging small kisses between movements. Kurt didn't mind living like this. Sure, they never got to make love like when they lived in the big city. It was mainly just a lot of hiding and fake identities. Sometimes they were Eric and Steven, and on other occasions, they were Ross and Chandler. It wasn't all bad, because they would take people from famous television shows and use their names, and most of the time, people didn't notice.
The two headed to the door and released each other's hands, heading into the hallway. They headed down through the old building and out to the streets. People seemed to brush by lazily, as the atmosphere was humid, solid and made the two men feel like they were walking through water, or maybe even something denser.
Carelessly strolling, the two men reached a marketplace of vibrant colors and exotic smells. Kurt smiled and said, "Oh god, this is like… smell porn."
"Did you seriously just say smell porn?"
"Maybe," Kurt said with a smile as he stepped ahead, heading into the area of such wonder. Blaine followed with a smile on his face as he watched his partner walk. Kurt was already lost in the food section, eagerly trying things and loading things into a wicker basket Blaine had no idea he even had. Then he noticed across the way, a booth that sold such baskets. Blaine's mind fled to the thoughts of what would happen if Kurt just spent money willy-nilly like that. People would notice! Yesterday, they were the strangers who just barely made it into town. The locals would notice if Kurt suddenly went on a spending spree, especially since everyone in town was at the marketplace today.
"Kurt," Blaine whispered into his lover's ear, and Kurt gave a short, questioning hum in response. Blaine said, "You can't spend so much money, Kurt! People will notice."
"Shush, Blaine. I'm not going to just spend all of our money. I have motives. I'm just getting some dinner for tonight," Kurt said.
The lady at the stand heard Kurt at the end and said in broken English something along the lines of them wanting to prepare for the entire week when it comes to food. There was nowhere else to get food except for the diner, and the market was only on the weekends, and since today was Sunday, they'd better stock up.
"See?" Kurt said. "I know what I'm doing."
Blaine shrugged. "If you say so."
"Oh, stop being so tight," Kurt said softly. "Everything here is very cheap anyway. Come along. We can get some dinner for the rest of the week."
"Aw, but I like the diner," Blaine complained. Kurt felt jealousy grow in the pit of his stomach, and his jaw clenched. Blaine sighed and shook his head, wondering why he even said that. It was true that was Blaine was going to try to pursue Rachel, and it wasn't like it was the first time Blaine had pulled this. Then again, it wasn't the first time Kurt complained or showed jealousy towards whoever Blaine was after. This was a cycle, and it just seemed to run that way since the beginning of this adventure.
"Okay, okay," Blaine said, putting his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. "There's a little club I saw on our way up here. How about we go and do a little dancing? A little singing? Like in Glee Club?"
"That sounds nice," Kurt said with a smile. "Teenage Dream?"
"No, we need something new," Blaine said. "We'll talk about it later, I promise."
After some shopping, the two left the market place and headed to their apartment. Kurt prepared a little food and the two sat on the bed together, lacking a proper table. Eating their lunch in blissful silence, the two men exchanged glances and smiles, but never words. It was nice, being able to talk to each other without words. The two seemed to be able to talk on a telepathic level, and both enjoyed that to the fullest of their abilities.
The afternoon passed in a blissful fairytale, the two ending up in a slumber after eating to their hearts content. Blaine was first to awaken, stirring and rolling over, seeing their discarded plates on the night stand, just as dirty as when they left them. Blaine smiled and rolled back over to hold Kurt, and the older boy stirred, gazing up at Blaine with his glasz eyes.
"Morning," Kurt murmured.
"More like evening," Blaine said, pressing his lips to the tip of Kurt's nose. "Are we still going to that club?"
"Yes," Kurt said. "Wait, do I get to grind on you?"
"If you're lucky and I let you have a turn," Blaine said, "Because we all know I am going to be the one grinding on you."
Kurt rolled his eyes, smiling. "I'm not objecting." But in Kurt's heart, he knew that there would be no grinding. Blaine would find a woman to grind with, just like always. Kurt sighed. Blaine had already left the room. Kurt murmured, "Here we go again," and left the room with a shoulder roll and a newly straightened posture.