Shoot to Kill

"It was between my sophomore and junior year. Some guy came up to me at a party when I was pretty drunk and asked if I wanted to make some money. It was sketchy and I was drunk so I decked him. Apparently that just impressed him. He asked me if I had anger problems or any bottled up emotions that I needed to release. A few days later, after I was sober and had almost forgotten about it, he asked me if I was interested in a little gratuitous violence."

Kurt was looking anywhere but Blaine because to be completely honest, with this strange calm that Blaine was projecting was a little unnerving. There was silence and Kurt waited for Blaine to say something.

"And you just started killing people? No remorse, guilt, or second thought?" Kurt glanced at Blaine, his jaw tight as he did so. Blaine's face was relaxed, a little pensive at most.

"I mean, I went through training, but yea, basically. I was tortured in high school, and sure, maybe that's not an excuse. But after four years of literally being shoved around, followed by another two years of college in Ohio, I was tired and angry and more than okay with some violence. I was empowering myself. I was taking charge. I don't regret that part."

"So what part do you regret?" His voice was even, curious, and it was starting to disturb Kurt. There was no way that he was this okay with finding out that Kurt was a hitman, a hitman hired to kill him.

"There was a rule with the company, no questions asked. If someone contracted a hit and didn't give a reason, as long as their money was good, it didn't matter. And sure, it bothered me a bit during the past few years, but things have changed."

Blaine nodded, rubbing his hand over his face before laughing a little. And for the first time, Kurt could see and hear a little hysteria mixed in there. It was comforting in a way, telling Kurt that Blaine hadn't fully lost it, but it also made him wish that this was easier, or not the circumstances in general.

"So what was the reason you were hired to kill me?" The words came out rushed, clipped, and once he said it, Blaine closed his eyes as if he didn't want to know the answer.

"No questions asked. I was not given a reason, nor do I even know who contracted the hit. I don't know what it was about you, but something about you made me look at my career choice in a different light. I guess it was because you seemed like such a genuine guy, such a change from the other people I had been contracted to kill, that I didn't understand it. It made me question myself and my job."

There was another bout of silence, with Kurt watching Blaine for an reaction and Blaine staring down at his hands. And as the silence prolonged, Kurt almost wanted to break it, but he wasn't sure how. Sure, he wasn't giving all the details, but he was giving a lot more than he should have.

"Did you quit your job? Is that why you're doing this?" Blaine still hadn't looked up but used one of his hands to motion between them two, as if to explain what 'this' was. Not that Kurt couldn't guess.

"I'm not really sure if I've quit or just... been aggressively fired." Blaine's head shot up at that, but whatever he was going to say seemed to die on his tongue. Instead he nodded and looked back down at his hands.

"Can you fill in the blanks now?" Kurt nodded, thinking about what all he needed to say.

"It had gotten increasingly more difficult for me to even convince myself that I was going to go through with this job, so in the apartment, when you saw the photos, I decided that I wasn't going to. I had every intention of letting you walk out of that door and never seeing you again." He had to ignore the way his voice caught in his voice, blaming it on having talked so much in such a short amount of time and not in the fact that he didn't want to have imagined never seeing Blaine again.

And Blaine, for all of his passiveness, glanced up with a certain hardness in his eyes. It wasn't anger as much as... something Kurt couldn't decipher. His voice was soft though, not angry or accusing at all.

"Why didn't you?" Kurt swallowed a few times, hoping that his voice wouldn't waver this time when he spoke.

"My boss told me that someone else had been hired for the job." Blaine nodded and looked back down.

"Were you in any danger before you decided to kidnap me?" Kurt shrugged, standing up and moving back to the window.

"Not really. I would have been allowed to quit the company and live safe, as long as I never divulged about what I had done. Simple as that." Blaine stood up, faster than Kurt could have expected, and took a few steps towards him.

"So what you're saying is that you couldn't kill me because you grew a conscience and then when you could have walked away without a problem, you decide that protecting me is more important? Did I get any of that wrong?"

If Kurt hadn't been so surprised and a little distracted by the way the windowsill was pressing into his back, he would have objected to the 'growing a conscience' bit. However he shook his head because besides that little wording choice, that was correct.

"So why did you do it?"

Kurt was getting whiplash from Blaine's quickly changing emotions. He had been angry when he was asking if he had got anything wrong and now his voice was soft and almost comforting. It was the first time that Kurt had really thought that maybe he didn't know all there was to know about Blaine Anderson, because the entire time he had known him (a few days was long enough to get to know someone, right?), he had never seen him angry. He had seen him shy and awaiting and happy and turned on and thoughtful, but anger was new.

He also didn't really know how to answer. Did he storm out of the apartment intent on saving Blaine because he felt bad, or felt like he owed him? Was he trying to fix his karma by doing a good deed? Or was it...

He couldn't answer, not with words at least. There were no words in his (ridiculously large) vocabulary that could explain everything, every reason why he was doing this. Because there were many reasons. However he knew which one he should ignore, he really should ignore, and decided that it would have to do.

Moving quickly, Kurt took the few steps separating them and pressed his lips to Blaine's. It was quick, and a mistake, and felt so damn good. He pulled away before either of them could react, moving a few steps back just incase, and waited for Blaine's reaction. He didn't have to wait long before the other man moved, striding forward and grabbing Kurt's head between his palms and pulling him forward.

The kiss was all lips, teeth, and tongue. And it was also over just as quickly as it had begun, Kurt pulling back until his back connected with the windowsill again.

"Stop, we have to... we can't." Blaine's hands dropped, his eyes hazy and his mouth a deep, dark red. Kurt hated to think what he looked like.

"So... what's the plan? Where do we go from here?"

Kurt wasn't sure what he meant. Where did they go from there because you can't kiss someone like that and that be the end of it or where did they go from there because they had only paid for one night in the hotel and would have to leave soon? And because Kurt, for all of his bravado, was still lacking in the courage department sometimes, he decided to go with the latter.

"There's someone I need to visit, a friend that might be able to help us. He lives in North Carolina though, so it's a long drive. Are you... do you still want to come with me?"

What kind of question was that, really? If Blaine decided not to go with Kurt, there was a 99.9% chance that whoever Carlson had sent to New York would find him. His only real chance at making it out of this alive was sticking with Kurt. Thankfully he seemed smart enough to understand that.

"I'll stay with you." Kurt chose to ignore the wording, because his mouth was still stung and he was sure Blaine could probably still taste his toothpaste.

"Well we should get a move on then. It's a long drive but if we drive all day, we could probably get there before tomorrow."

Besides, Kurt was pretty sure that he would rather drive for 48 hours straight than have to get another hotel room with Blaine. Not after that kiss, not after Blaine actively kissed him back, because having him at his disposal like that would just end very badly.

A/N: This one was short, I know, but I had to end it there. Had to. Next chapter is driving and meeting up with Kurt's friend and talking and discovering of a few things about Blaine. Also, if you follow me on tumblr, be on the lookout for: Shoot to Kill: Behind the Scenes. It will be a series of posts that are random facts, drabbles, rough drafts, and idea plots for the series. None of it will be detrimental to the plot so if you don't read them, you'll be fine. It's just extra stuff, in case you are interested.

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