Oops, sorry for the small delay! It completely slipped my mind that it was Monday yesterday. But I hope this chapter makes up for it ;)

EDIT: I uploaded this chapter on Tuesday, but I've been told that there have been some issues with the site and no one has been receiving notifications about updates. I think it's all working now, so I'm reuploading the chapter in case some of you missed it :)


On the Friday evening, Kurt was sitting in a hotel bar and staring out the window. The bar was set on one of the higher floors of the hotel, so Kurt had a nice view of the city, thousand lights glimmering in the dark as he looked at it, deep in thought. He spent the last few days wandering around the city, enjoying the free time and well, maybe the trip gave him nothing when it came to the case, but at least he got some rest. With a sigh, he glanced in the direction of the bar where two men were sitting, talking quietly and looking at him all the time, Kurt already had a feeling what might happen in the near future, and sure enough, he wasn't mistaken. A few minutes later, the waiter brought him his drink, leaning closer when she set it down on the table.

"Those gentlemen over there want to buy you this drink, sir." She said politely though with an uncomfortable expression on her face, gesturing discreetly at the men at the bar.

"Tell them that I appreciate it, but I'll pay for it myself." Kurt replied with a thin smile, she nodded and walked away, and Kurt could see one of the men raise his eyebrows when she most likely repeated Kurt's words to him. Sighing again, Kurt had to fight the urge to roll his eyes when the man got up from his seat and slowly started walking in his direction, with a smug and confident grin on his face.

"Hey there. My name's Keith." He said flirtatiously and Kurt just stared back at him blankly. "Me and my friend over there made a bet about what you do for a living. Do you want to know what I came up with?"

"Keith, no offense, but I just want to enjoy my drink." Kurt said, raising his eyebrow when Keith's smile widened. "Alone." He added and Keith's smile fell, and eventually he sulked away, with a sour expression on his face. Unfortunately, it seemed that his friend took it as a challenge and a few minutes later, he walked up to Kurt's table as well, sitting in front of him without even asking for permission.

"I'm Andrew." He said with a smile that he probably thought was charming, but Kurt found it grossly creepy. "I think you're a lawyer and you were going to meet with a client tonight, but it looks like they're late. Or they stood you up and you're feeling awfully lonely right now. How am I doing so far?" He asked, leaning closer and looking Kurt up and down with a hungry expression on his face.

Breathing through his nose to calm himself and swallowing down the disgust, Kurt smirked and leaned in as well, the smile on Andrew's face growing wider. "Terribly bad, I'm afraid." Kurt whispered coldly when he was close enough, the smirk falling off his lips as he moved away, enjoying the look of confusion on Andrew's face, as if he couldn't understand how Kurt didn't immediately fall for his charms, begging him to take him to his room right away. "And like I told your friend, I want to be left alone. So…" He trailed off, glaring at the man and after a few seconds, Andrew scoffed and stood up, mumbling something under his breath as he walked away, Kurt able to make out only a few words such as "uptight" and "ungrateful". Rolling his eyes, he turned his gaze back to the window, taking the last sip of his drink, suddenly wishing he had another one and he was about to search for a waiter when a quiet voice sounded right behind him, making him jump in his chair.

"You're quite a heartbreaker." A low voice murmured and Kurt's eyes widened when he immediately recognized the voice and he abruptly turned his head, not believing his eyes. Right there, standing next to his table was Blaine Anderson, dressed impeccably in a nice suit, smiling softly and playing with an old zippo lighter. "May I?" He asked, gesturing at the empty chair at Kurt's table.

"Yes, of course." Kurt breathed out, still in shock that Blaine was actually there, at the bar in his hotel in Los Angeles. "What are you doing here?"

"Hoping there aren't any other agents lurking around here to arrest me, that's for starters." Blaine replied teasingly and Kurt rolled his eyes fondly.

"I think you can tell that you caught me completely off guard." Kurt said with a smile. "I wouldn't be able to call for backup now even if I wanted to."

"Do you want to?" Blaine asked, looking at Kurt in a way that made his heart beat faster.

"Not particularly." Kurt replied with a shrug. "It's not like I need backup anyway." He added teasingly.

"I'm sure you don't." Blaine said with grin. "Can I buy you another drink?" He asked, gesturing at Kurt's empty glass, waving at the waiter when the agent nodded with a smile. Unfortunately, it looked like their conversation was about to be interrupted when Kurt saw Keith and Andrew glare at him from their seats at the bar before they stood up and started approaching their table.

"What the hell does he have that we don't?!" Keith exclaimed angrily when they were close enough, gesturing at Blaine who was staring at them darkly.

"Class, for starters." Kurt replied coldly. "Now get lost before I call security."

Huffing, the men walked away, and Kurt sighed deeply, closing his eyes briefly and when he opened them, Blaine was looking at him with a smirk. "Class, huh? Thank you for the compliment."

"Oh, please." Kurt raised his eyebrow. "Like you didn't know it. You know exactly what you're doing."

"Usually, yes." Blaine agreed. "With you, I'm not so sure." He added quietly, looking Kurt right in the eye and the agent stared back, mesmerized by Blaine's hazel eyes shining in the dim bar.

"How so?" Kurt tilted his head curiously.

"I should stay away from you. I should do anything in my power to avoid you." Blaine replied, the soft smile once again appearing on his face. "Yet here I am."

"Yet here you are." Kurt repeated, looking at Blaine thoughtfully and they both fell silent for a few seconds. "Did you follow me here all the way from New York?" Kurt eventually asked, a smirk appearing on his lips.

"I was here first actually. Imagine my surprise when I found out you came here as well."

"How did you even…" Kurt started before the realization dawned on him. "Your brother told you I talked to him."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Blaine replied, raising his eyebrows and if it were anyone else, Kurt would have believed them. "I haven't spoken to my brother in months."

"Of course, I'm sure you haven't." Kurt said with an amused expression on his face. "But how did you know where I was staying?"

"I have my ways." Blaine replied with a grin. "But if anyone at work asks you about your neighbor Devon and if he flooded your… Just go along with it."

"I can't believe you conned someone at my office just to find out the name of the hotel." Kurt shook his head disbelievingly, but unable to stop smiling.

"I wanted to see you again." Blaine replied, sincerity flashing in his eyes and Kurt's breath stuttered, but before he had time to say anything, the waitress brought their drinks, interrupting the moment. After she set the glasses on the table and walked away, they sat in silence for a few minutes before Kurt looked up from his drink.

"So is this that date you wanted do much?" Kurt asked quietly, with a small smile playing on his lips.

"That depends." Blaine said slowly, looking at Kurt with curious eyes, arching his eyebrow. "How am I doing with that wooing you so badly wanted?"

"Not too bad." Kurt replied after a few seconds before rolling his eyes at himself. "I'm supposed to hate you and want nothing more than to put you back in prison."

"Do you?"

"Not in the moment." Kurt admitted with a small smile on his face. "Though I never hated you, not even after you ruined my suit."

"The cleaning didn't help?" Blaine asked with a sympathetic smile and Kurt shook his head with a laugh.

"Nope."

"Damn." Blaine grinned. "Hopefully I can make it up to you somehow."

"Oh, really?" Kurt arched his eyebrow. "And how do you intend to do that?"

"I'm sure we can figure something out." Blaine winked, his voice getting lower and Kurt felt himself getting lost in Blaine's warm eyes, so he was grateful when Blaine continued talking because he needed a second to collect himself. "Anyway, since we agreed that this is indeed a date… Tell me about yourself, Kurt Hummel."

"I don't remember agreeing on that." Kurt retorted with a smirk, already having his emotions back under control. "But what would you like to know?"

"Anything." Blaine shrugged in response, his eyes glinting happily. "You must know a lot about me since most of it is probably in my FBI file. And I don't know anything about you, except that you have a best friend named Santana and your favorite song is Defying Gravity."

"There's not really much to say." Kurt shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm not that interesting."

"I really doubt that." Blaine replied, leaning closer and propping himself on his elbows, his eyes glimmering in the dark bar as he looked at Kurt with a soft expression on his face. "I'm ready to bet that you are the single most interesting person I've ever met."

Ducking his head, Kurt bit his lip, trying to hide the blush spreading on his cheeks. Looking back at Blaine after a few seconds, the intensity of his gaze made a shiver run through Kurt's body and not for the first time since Blaine joined him, Kurt started wondering where things were going this evening. The conversation started flowing easily as Blaine asked Kurt questions about himself and Kurt couldn't help but think that he knew exactly how he wanted this evening to end. The problem was, it was something that he, as a FBI agent, shouldn't even be considering, but he wasn't strong enough to fight it. Besides, ever since they started their little game, ever since that fateful evening when they were stuck in the trunk of the car, Blaine had been on Kurt's mind almost all the time, he crawled under his skin and was like an itch that Kurt couldn't get rid of.

Scratching it and getting Blaine out of his system was the best and only solution Kurt was able to come up with, which is why, when there was a comfortable lull in their conversation, he leaned across the table, closing the distance between them.

"How do you feel about moving this to my room?" He asked, letting his voice drop lower and he purposefully dropped his gaze to Blaine's lips for a few seconds before looking up, smirking when he saw Blaine's eyes were a shade darker than before.

"Lead the way." Blaine murmured, his sultry voice making the arousal spike through Kurt's body, he had to try very hard to preserve some dignity, and he fought an urge to just drag Blaine to his room. Slowly, they both stood up and casually walked out of the bar, nodding to the waiter on their wait out as they headed in the direction of the elevators.

The ride was tense, both of them glancing at the other every few seconds and Kurt had to constantly remind himself why exactly it was a bad idea to push Blaine against the elevator wall right in this moment. After finally reaching the right floor, Kurt could have sworn his skin was burning every time their hands brushed and he didn't miss the fact that they were walking faster than before as they were getting closer to his room. Sliding the keycard into the lock, Kurt wasn't able to stop the slight tremor in his hand, aware of Blaine standing right next to him, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from his body and the smell of his cologne.

The moment the door was open, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him into the room, immediately shoving him against the closed door and crashing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Crowding Blaine against the door, Kurt pressed himself closer, biting down on Blaine's lip before pushing his tongue into his mouth, swallowing the groan Blaine let out and gasping when Blaine's hands slid down to his ass, pushing him closer and pressing their hips together.

"Consider me wooed." Kurt muttered and Blaine only smirked against his lips in response, squeezing his ass playfully and kissing him again, just as hungrily as before.

Taking off his jacket and tossing it away, Kurt started backing them up in the direction of his bed, working on Blaine's bowtie at the same time, finally untying it and throwing it somewhere on the floor with a triumphant hum. After getting rid of his own jacket, Blaine started unbuttoning Kurt's shirt, pulling it out of his pants while Kurt did the same thing with his, both men desperate not to pull their lips apart as their kisses grew faster and more passionate. When they were finally both shirtless, Kurt couldn't help but slowly run his hands down Blaine's back, moving them to his chest and admiring the toned muscles, groaning when Blaine sucked on his bottom lip. Unclasping their belts, they got rid of their pants quickly and when they were just in their underwear, Blaine pushed Kurt gently, making him lie down on the bed and immediately crawled on top of him kissing him one more time before moving his lips lower, peppering kisses over his jaw until he reached his neck, teasingly biting down and sucking on his skin, eliciting a loud groan from Kurt. Smiling against his skin, Blaine rolled his hips down, rubbing their hardening cocks together, moaning at the friction as they ground against each other.

"Blaine." Kurt eventually gasped, grabbing his shoulders, making Blaine still his movements and look at him with his eyes wide with lust. "I don't want to come like this."

Smirking, Blaine leaned down to kiss him again, slowly and deeply. "What do you want?" He whispered against his lips.

"Fuck me." Kurt growled as Blaine rolled his hips again, spikes of pleasure immediately rushing through his body.

"With pleasure." Blaine muttered and was about to kiss him again when suddenly his eyes widened and he pulled away. "Wait, do you have…"

"Top drawer." Kurt interrupted him, pulling him back down to join their lips together again, deciding that Blaine might be the best kisser he had ever had an opportunity to kiss and he didn't want to waste any more time not kissing him. Grinning into the kiss, Blaine blindly reached in the direction of the nightstand, rummaging through the drawer and pulling out a small bottle of lube and a box of condoms and throwing the items on the bed.

"Someone came to LA prepared." Blaine pulled away, smirking teasingly and arching his eyebrow.

"Shut up." Kurt mumbled, sliding his hands down and hooking his fingers under the waistband of Blaine's briefs and pulling them off after getting a small nod from him. Raising his hips a little, he let Blaine slide down his own underwear as well and they both groaned when Blaine lied on top of him again, their cocks brushing together without the thin material of their briefs between them. Grabbing the bottle of lube, Blaine spread Kurt's legs, settling himself between them, hungrily eyeing Kurt's cock, hard, long, and already leaking at the top. Pouring lube on his fingers, Blaine circled Kurt's hole, rubbing it teasingly and pressing a kiss against his hip.

"Relax." He muttered before slowly inserting one finger into him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Kurt's body tensed at first, but he forced himself to relax, breathing through his nose and trying to get used to the intrusion. Going very slowly, Blaine started pushing his finger in and out until Kurt started wriggling impatiently, urging him to go faster and begging for more. Obliging, Blaine swiftly added a second finger, making Kurt groan loudly as he slowly started stretching him, scissoring his fingers and pushing them deeper, teasingly nipping at Kurt's hip and smiling against his skin when the agent started rolling his hips, trying to fuck himself on his fingers. Without a warning, he inserted a third finger and Kurt whined in pleasure, the sound going straight to Blaine's cock, making him growl as he started moving his fingers faster, enjoying the sounds Kurt was making and how he was clenching around his fingers. Eventually, he pulled his fingers away and Kurt let out an impatient whine, wincing at the emptiness. Tearing the condom wrapper with his teeth, Blaine slowly rolled it on his cock, groaning and stroking himself a couple of times, coating himself in lube. Leaning down, he kissed Kurt again, positioning himself between his legs, the tip of his cock against Kurt's hole. "Ready?" He rasped out, using the last bits of willpower, he had left, not to move.

Nodding, Kurt spread his legs even wider and Blaine pushed in, going agonizingly slow, making Kurt groan in frustration. "Come on, Blaine, just fuck me alre-" He started, but before he was able to finish, Blaine slammed his hips all the way forward, making Kurt scream out in pleasure as he bottomed out. Thrusting shallowly, Blaine smirked against Kurt's skin, latching his lips to his neck again.

"You were saying?" Blaine muttered before pushing in deeper, thrusting a bit faster, moaning quietly at the tightness around his cock. Wrapping his legs high around Blaine's waist, Kurt rolled his hips up, meeting Blaine's thrusts and scratching down on his back, trying to make him go faster. Eventually, Blaine pushed himself up, leaning on his forearms for better leverage, changing the angle and fucking Kurt harder, making him moan loudly with every thrust.

"Yes, that's… that's it." Kurt stuttered out, as Blaine thrusted into him, panting in the crook of his neck. Smirking, Blaine slowed down, practically stilling his hips, only grinding against Kurt's ass as the agent whined in frustration. "Why did you stop?! God dammit, Anderson, I swear if you – fuck, oh my god." Kurt started, but whatever he was about to say died in his throat as Blaine suddenly pulled out almost all the way and slammed his hips forward hard, immediately picking up the pace and going back to fucking Kurt steadily, Kurt's words morphed into a long groan as he threw his head back and Blaine didn't waste any second before biting down on his neck, sucking on his skin, thrusting faster and faster as Kurt slid his hands down to his ass, urging him not to stop. Finishing up the hickey he was working on, Blaine steadied himself above Kurt before sneaking his hand down between them, wrapping it around Kurt's cock and stroking it, slowly at first, but eventually matching the movements of his hand with the thrust of his hips and he knew Kurt was getting close, judging by the whines and moans he was letting out.

"Come on, gorgeous, come for me." Blaine muttered into his ear, biting down on his lobe, stroking him faster and Kurt let out a scream of ecstasy as he reached climax, coming between them and covering both of them with cum, rolling his hips up feverishly, riding on his high, desperate to make it last as long as possible. Groaning when Kurt clenched around his cock, Blaine slammed into him a few more times before coming as well, filling the condom with his cum, fucking them both through their orgasms, moaning as pleasure spread through his body. Gradually, he slowed down and gently pulled out, hissing and kissing Kurt's cheek when he winced at the emptiness. Throwing the condom away, Blaine plopped down on the mattress next to Kurt, closing his eyes and breathing heavily, waiting for his wildly racing heart to slow down.

After lying pliantly for a few minutes, Kurt slowly sat up and after glancing at Blaine, lying next to him panting with his eyes closed, he got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, wincing at the dull ache at his bottom half of the body as he walked. Grabbing a washcloth, he cleaned up the drying cum from his chest and sighed as he glanced in the mirror, eyeing the line of hickeys on his neck, feeling heaviness settle down on his heart. Running his fingers through his hair, he breathed in deeply a few times to calm himself, fully aware that what he had just done was wrong and inappropriate, but no matter how hard he tried, he didn't have it in him to regret the decision he had made. He knew that this was the best way to get Blaine out of his system, but the problem was, that it didn't seem to work, at least for now. Leaving Blaine back in the bedroom, naked and spread out on the bed had been hard enough and Kurt couldn't even imagine not seeing him again like this and stop being attracted to him. With a defeated sigh, he walked back into the room, leaning against the doorframe, admiring Blaine's muscles as he was lying on the bed.

"Like what you see, agent Hummel?" Blaine purred, winking in Kurt's direction and the agent's heart might have skipped a beat…Or two.

"Maybe." Kurt replied, arching his eyebrow and looking Blaine up and down, a smirk ghosting on his lips.

"Then why are you standing that far away?" Blaine asked with a sly smirk, stretching slowly and Kurt felt his cock twitch and he groaned internally, he couldn't believe he was already turned on again when so little time had passed after round number one.

"I just want to make sure you know I didn't sleep with you just so I could say that I had a criminal once." Kurt said, looking anywhere but at Blaine, voicing the thoughts that had been heaving on his mind since the moment he regained some clarity after what was probably the best sex he had ever had.

"Do you think I slept with you only so I could brag to my buddies that I fucked a fed?" Blaine retorted and when Kurt risked glancing at him, Blaine was looking at him with a serious expression on his face. "You know that's not true, you're the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen, you could be a janitor and I would still sleep with you."

"Gee, thanks." Kurt rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "That's a compliment I've never received before."

"Just the best for you." Blaine grinned. "Now come back here, you're too far."

Obliging, Kurt slowly walked up to him, settling down on the bed and immediately crawling on top of Blaine, shivering at the skin-to-skin contact. Leaning down, he paused just inches away from Blaine's lips, smirking when Blaine arched his eyebrow and after a few seconds, he closed the gap between them, kissing Blaine deeply, breathing in through his nose, enjoying the scent of Blaine's cologne, sweat and sex. As Blaine wrapped his arms around his, pulling him closer, Kurt spread his legs to straddle Blaine and settle on top of him more comfortably; gasping when he felt Blaine was already hard again against his hip. Rutting against him, Blaine groaned, moving his hands to Kurt's ass, massaging it lightly, before sliding his fingers against Kurt's hole; swallowing the moans the agent was letting out as he teased him, rubbing his fingers against his hole. Kurt was still stretched from before, so Blaine slowly slid two fingers in and Kurt gasped in surprise, his hips stuttering as Blaine scissored his fingers, pushing them in deeper, making Kurt moan again as he slowly pumped them in and out. When he slipped his fingers out, Kurt whined into the kiss, rolling his hips down as they both rocked together, panting into each other's mouths. Framing Blaine's face in his hands, Kurt kissed him harder, Blaine squeezing his ass in response and Kurt couldn't help but grin into the kiss as he could see Blaine paw around the bed in search for the box of condoms and lube.

He might not have gotten Blaine out of his system after sleeping with him for the first time, so maybe the second round would do the trick and finally make him get rid of the attraction he had felt for the bank robber since the moment they met for the first time. He certainly hoped so because otherwise, he would be in a hell of a lot of trouble and he wasn't sure if he could trust himself to follow his mind instead of his heart and do the right thing. But for now, he decided not to think about it as Blaine swiftly rolled them around, pining Kurt to the mattress with a smirk as he pushed into him again, successfully bringing Kurt's thoughts to a screeching halt, pounding into him much harder than before, fucking him roughly and making him gasp with every thrust, screaming in ecstasy as Blaine started hitting his prostate with every slam of his hips.

Kurt knew that he probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow without limping at least slightly, but he couldn't care less at the moment, just like he completely forgot about any worries he had because at this particular moment, the most important thing was Blaine's cock sliding in and out of him rapidly and the waves of pleasure spreading through his body.

He would worry about anything else in the morning.


Blinking his eyes open, Kurt rolled on his back, wincing when the pain spread through his body. Not only wouldn't he be able to walk like a decent human being today, but apparently he also wouldn't be able to sit properly, a bittersweet reminder of the many rounds of fantastic sex he had last night. Stretching, he expected to find another body lying next to him, but his hand fell on an empty mattress and when he glanced to his right, there was no one there. He felt a brief disappointment rushing through him, but if he was being honest, he wasn't really that surprised that Blaine was gone. He was a bank robber after all while Kurt was the FBI agent, there was no way he would stay any longer than necessary and risk Kurt suddenly having a change of heart and arresting him right away.

Kurt was about to get up and head to the bathroom when something black caught his eye and when he rolled on his side, he saw a gun lying on Blaine's pillow. Kurt's gun to be exact, the one Santana gave him for his birthday. Sitting up, Kurt grabbed the gun and he wasn't able to stop the smile from spreading on his face as he looked at it, happy to finally have it again in his hands. Noticing there was a small piece of paper on the pillow as well, Kurt reached for it and read it, his smile growing even wider while his heart did something funny in his chest.

I know it means a lot to you and the last thing I ever wanted was to upset you, so I'm gladly giving it back. I've never been a big fan of guns anyway.

B. xx

P.S. I'm sorry I'm gone as you're reading this. You have no idea how hard it is to leave you while you're looking so exquisite in this bed, your body covered with marks that I left, tempting me to just stay for a little while longer (especially since morning sex is something I'm very good at, gorgeous). And now I'm getting distracted by the things I want to do to you… I better finish this note or I'll never leave.

But I just can't wait to see you again.

Rereading the message time after time, Kurt bit his lip down, feeling the blush spreading on his cheeks, trying to stop his mind from imagining what exactly Blaine wanted to do to him. Tossing the gun aside, Kurt plopped down on the bed with a sigh, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

So much for getting Blaine out of his system.