A/N: Please don't kill me! I know it's been a little while but I've been super busy with school and stuff.
Enjoy this chapter and I'll see you at the bottom!
Their fights never lasted long.
It was surprising because they both had such strong personalities; Kurt teetering on the edge of 'too bitchy' and Blaine feeling the need to control everything and everyone around him. But they mellowed each other out, while still being quick to point out when the other person had screwed up. It was only one of the infinite reasons why they were so good together.
The only fight that had lasted through a whole day was one that had happened a few months after they'd gotten married.
Being in the same work place could be hard, especially when it was something like working in the FBI. For Kurt and Blaine, it'd never started out a big problem. They'd met through work when they were found to work well together as partners, and they'd been partners-in-stopping-crime ever since.
There were advantages to being married to your partner. Like the times when they were on duty on an uneventful day and they could wile away the hours making out lazily until someone caught them (they were never too worried about that though, they were too good at working together to be split up). Or how they could speak well with their eyes, sending messages without having to communicate verbally. That was useful when they'd been held 'hostage' (read: delayed temporarily) that time in Connecticut.
But there were also downsides to working with your husband. And the main one was the fact that they constantly worried about each other. To any other couple, worrying about each other was a sign of a strong relationship. And not that it wasn't a sign of a strong relationship between them, it was just that it was hard to focus on the job of protecting yourself and others when your husband was being held at gunpoint.
So when it had come to a point where they had to discuss it, the fight that followed was inevitable. It had started when Blaine had blatantly said that he would put Kurt before himself anytime and when Kurt had fought back saying that he couldn't do that, not in this business.
It had taken harsh words, the silent treatment and a couple glances of Blaine's kicked puppy look and tears brimming at Kurt's eyes for them to crack and apologize.
But Blaine had stood resolutely by the fact that he would always put Kurt first and Kurt had to agree that he would put Blaine's life first too.
So they'd done the mature thing, which was to request different partners.
So, even during their worst fights they'd found ways to resolve their issues. As Blaine carefully folded Kurt's clothes into a bag, he knew they would get past this small disagreement. Blaine supposed they should be happy that the only reason they fought was because they cared so much.
He drove back with Kurt's clothes in tow, feeling calmer than before. He walked into the mostly empty building, stopping at the cafeteria to find it empty. He guessed at where Kurt would be, making his way to the back of the building. He opened the door of the bedroom they'd slept in the night before, and his assumptions were proven correct when he found Kurt sitting on the small bed, looking pensive.
He looked up when Blaine walked in, sliding off the bed to come stand in front of him. Their eyes locked for a moment before they both blurted, "I'm sorry-" before dissolving into peals of laughter.
Their laughter quieted and Blaine took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist and tuck his face into the side of Kurt's neck, finding the action familiar and comforting. He'd always been shorter than Kurt and his head just reached the tip of Kurt's ear, so it was always comfortable to rest his head in the warmth of Kurt's neck. He placed a few kisses there, feeling Kurt's own arms tighten around him and the vibrations against his hair as he mumbled, "I'm sorry. I should've been more sensitive."
Blaine shook his head, nose sliding against Kurt's skin, "I should be the sorry one. It's not like you could control it. You're just trying to do your job. I guess I just missed you a lot."
He tilted his head up to find Kurt smiling at him. They both leaned in at the same time, lips meeting and sending sparks of warmth running through both of them. Blaine grinned against Kurt's mouth, "Does this mean we get to have make-up sex now?"
Kurt smiled, leaning over to lock the door. He backed them up until he was sitting on the bed, Blaine straddling his lap. He leaned up to kiss him soundly and said, "I guess it does."
***
"So," Sebastian stated, "You're going to go in, but there'll be back up outside of the warehouse."
Kurt waved his hand airily, "Don't need it. I've taken on much worse by myself."
Sebastian frowned, "We need at least one person to go with you."
Blaine could feel Kurt coming into snap something about underestimating his skills and he jumped in, "I'll do it. I can go with him."
Kurt looked at him with wide blue eyes, "Blaine-"
"it's just one job, Kurt. We can do it."
He held Kurt's gaze stubbornly until he finally sighed and said, "Fine. I'll go with Blaine."
"Good. So, we'll give you the signal..." Sebastian explained, oblivious to the fact that neither Kurt nor Blaine were listening anymore. Blaine entwined his fingers with Kurt's, squeezing reassuringly.
A/N: So, a filler chapter, I know. But we get to learn a little bit more about their life before Kurt disappeared. If you guys have any requests, please don't hesitate to ask, I'll try my best to get your ideas into the story.
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