Part of a 3 sentence fic challenge I'm working on over on Tumblr (a link to my blog can be found on my profile) that I thought I should move over to my drabble collection!
Anonymous asked for a Klaine Skyfall AU, but it ended up being more of a Klaine!spy fic. Mulling over if/how to continue this. Title from Skyfall by Adele. Again.
He'd thought he was done — he'd finished up his most recent touring show, turned in his badge, and figured that was that; after all, he was nearing thirty and he'd devoted a good half of his life to the United States government, so Kurt figured he and Blaine more than deserved a real, non-spy-related trip out of the country to belatedly celebrate their marriage (Blaine had, of course, been completely down for the idea; roleplaying world-renowned spy and rescued civilian got old quickly when the spying was real and involved no small amount of danger).
He certainly hadn't expected to end up in a shootout on a train on their way to the Swiss Alps, and yet here he was pretending he hadn't missed the excitement as he hide from a spray of bullets behind a metal food cart and fought to retrieve his gun from his (very tight) boots, all the while praying that he'd at least taught Blaine enough to know the barrel from the butt of his own unused gun, "Okay, B, here's the plan; we're going to fight our way through two train cars to the storage area where they're keeping this stupid missile, hand these guys to Interpol, and then we're going to go back to our room and have the hottest honeymoon sex ever."
Blaine nodded, eyes bright and wild as he fumbled with the safety on his gun, "You're so hot when you talk spy." and damn if that didn't make Kurt the luckiest guy in the world.
