Blaine was walking out of the room above the shop a few hours later when he was met with the sight of Kurt pushing and old chair up the stairs. He quickly rushed down to give the younger looking boy a hand with it.
"What's this for?" He asked as the boy turned to smile at him.
"Your new business. Mr Anderson you'll be getting some brilliant money if your shaving is half as good as your legend." Kurt beamed.
"I want revenge, not money."
"Fine then, get the judge up for a shave then slice his throat. Might as well make some money out of it all." Kurt shrugged as they finally to the chair to the top. Blaine gave Kurt an odd look of admiration and confusion.
"And what, prey tell, would I do with the body?"
"I'm glad you asked, Mr Anderson." Kurt smiled, grabbing Blaine's hand and leading him back downstairs to the bake shop. "I had me an idea."
"Did it hurt?" Blaine mocked with a smirk. Kurt clipped him with a dish towel and laughed.
"No you old git. But you know me, bright ideas pop into me head all the time. I was thinking, you've got this warped sense of justice. You want to make London pay for what its corrupt legal system did to you and your family, right? Well, say you don't slit one throat, say you slit more."
"More?" Blaine asked with a smile, becoming more and more interested as Kurt got up to get them some beer.
"Yes sir. People who don't have nobody to notice, people who won't be missed." Kurt giggled and he set the drinks down.
"This brings me back to my previous question of the bodies." Blaine replied, taking a swing of beer with a happy sigh.
"Well I was thinking, Miss Jones has a pie shop round the corner she does. Her business was done for, until all the cats began disappearing, then business piped up again. You're a smart man, Mr Anderson, can you tell me where the cats went?"
"In the pies." Blaine smirked.
"In the pies! Now think about it, a pussy cat is good for maybe six or seven at the most. What if you want something...meatier, something with a bit more taste." Kurt grinned. "D'ya get it?" Blaine laughed loudly. "Good you got it!"
"What a brilliant idea, Mr Hummel!" Blaine exclaimed standing up. "How I've lived without you all these years I'll never know." He grabbed Kurt's hands and began to waltz him around the bake shop. "Such a brilliant mind, so cunning and devious!"
"My my Mr Anderson, is that a yes?" Kurt smiled, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
"It is!" Blaine cheered, kissing Kurt's cheek. "Well I'm off to clear the shop up and...modify that chair. Daises you said might brighten up the room, didn't you pet?" Kurt nodded numbly. "Daises it is!" Blaine grinned the raced back up the stairs. Kurt reached his hand up to his cheek to touch where Blaine had kissed him. He smiled and giggled then began to sing while skipping around the bake shop with a brush. Might as well clean up the place if business was going to boom soon. He continued to waltz around until he slammed into a body and he gasped and he fell back onto the ground.
"You!" He snarled looking up at the beggar man. "Get out of my shop!"
"He'll find out, he's going to find you out." The man laughed. "He'll hate you when he does. He will despise you as much as you hate yourself!" He continued to laugh. Kurt got up and pushed him to the door.
"Get out you old fool! His husband is gone! He's dead! I'm here, I've always been here!" He shoved the man out the door and locked it before sliding down it in tears. "He'll love me."
"Hummel!" Judge Karofsky snarled. Kurt screamed and tried to run but a meaty hand clamped over his mouth. "You told that Parker man didn't you? I warned you I needed one more excuse to have him dealt with!"
"No please, leave him alone! He's happy, he has a family!" Kurt begged. The Judge smiled menacingly and grabbed Kurt by the hair.
"If you want me to keep him here then you'll have to substitute for what I want. If his husband won't love me then you better act like you do."
"Please don't make me do this." Kurt sobbed.
"You will do whatever I ask or so help me he is on the next prison ship out of London!"
"I...alright,fine. Just leave him alone."
"Mister?" Everett asked, walking in to see Kurt had just settled Santana down to sleep. "She is beautiful isn't she?"
"Very much so." The blacksmiths son smiled. "You had something to say?"
"Ah yes, are you alright? You're walking oddly and you keeping looking about you, like you are expecting someone to hurt you." The boy dropped his head.
"I agreed to a terrible thing, Mister Parker." He sniffed, "But if you agree to do a terrible thing to protect someone you may love...does that make it any less terrible?" Everett raised the boys head and saw the bruise on his temple. He brushed his fingers over it and the boy sighed.
"It depends, on how much you love the person."
"With all my heart." The boy replied, looking into the mans eyes.
"Well then, the terrible thing isn't so terrible. You are not a bad person, but instead a wonderful man who cares for those he loves."
"Everett, hurry up we need to go!" His husband called.
"Noah I'm coming." He smiled at the boy once more. "I know I'd do anything for Noah, does that make me a bad person?" The boy shook his head and Everett smiled and left.
"No," He whispered after him. "I just wish it were me you'd do anything for."
"Kurt? Kurt!" Blaine called, shaking the boys shoulders. "What happened, I heard the door slam?" Kurt shook his head and lent towards Blaine who allowed the boy to curl up beside him.
"Just a man who reminded me of my past."
"Demons in the past make us human." Blaine stated. Kurt shook his head.
"The demons of the past are meant to stay there, Blaine. I've done terrible things..."
"But you are not a terrible person." Blaine insisted. "Slightly crazy but never a terrible person. I care greatly for you Kurt." Blaine smiled, squeezing his shoulder. "And I'm a pretty good judge of character. What do you say we go to the market and rally up some customers, so you can get cracking with your pies eh?" Kurt laughed and nodded. As he grabbed his bag he turned to ask Blaine a question.
"Mr Anderson, how long do you think it take someone to realize they love someone else?" Blaine thought for a moment before answering.
"Either at a seconds glance or over a long time."
"Is fifteen years too long a time?" Kurt inquired. Blaine just smirked.
"Not if they are meant for each other." Kurt smiled with a blushed and headed out to town with Blaine, glaring at the beggar man on the way. He'll love me, just you wait.
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