Shoot to Kill

After stopping to get gas and breakfast, they got back on the road. The first hour was quiet except for the radio. They had gotten a road mape to set the way, tossing each of their cell phones in a dumpster behind a gas station. Blaine offered to do the driving for the start of the day, which Kurt gladly accepted. He would have to do a majority of the driving once they hit close enough that Kurt would have to navigate. He only barely knew where he was going, so it was going to be a challenge at best.

The first conversation they had that had nothing to do with the car or the radio or even whatever song was playing was not one that Kurt had expected to have.

"You said you were from Ohio?" Kurt tried to remember when he had mentioned where he was from, but he reall couldn't remember. It had to have been sometime when he was explaining what he was, or at least had been, doing. Then he remembered mentioning growing up in Ohio and going to college there.

"Lima, actually." Blaine laughed, the first real laugh from him all morning.

"That's not far from where I'm from. Did they make you take this job because you lived near me?" Kurt shook his head, smiling as he did so.

"No, it just worked out that way."

The next few hours was nothing but mindless chatter for the most part, stopping only for gas or to use the bathroom and get something to eat. Approaching only a few hours left, Kurt asked Blaine to pull over so they could switch.

"Do you want to stop for food or anything or just pull over on the side of the interstate?" They decided to stop for a bite to eat before continuing on the last leg of the trip.

The diner they came across was small, but the parking lot was packed. Either a lot of people in this area enjoyed this place or it was just the ideal place to stop on the road. Either way, they decided that they could risk it and pulled in. Kurt slung his messenger bag over his shoulder, checking it for the millionth time to make sure everything was in there, and made his way to the door where Blaine was already standing.

Their waitress was a tall redhaired woman with a handful of gray hairs on her head, a smile seemingly painted on her lips. She showed them to their booth, placing a menu infront of each of them and telling them that if they needed her, her name was Rebecca. They talked about the diner and how much longer was left in the trip as they waited for their food to get to the table. Once it was there though, their conversation dwindled and focused more intently on eating, each lost in their own thoughts.

When they were mostly finished though, Blaine broke the silence.

"Is there anything in particular about your friend that I should know?" Kurt wiped his mouth, putting his napkin down next to his plate afterwards. The diner had enough going on that it was just loud enough that their conversation wouldn't be overheard.

"The only thing that you really need to know is that you shouldn't comment on, react to, or stare prolongedly at his face. There are a lot of scars and although he doesn't automatically get defensive, it can bother him. He was once upon a time a very vain person."

Blaine looked thoughtful, twirling his fork around before putting it in his plate and pushing it towards the edge of the table.

"Can I know what happened?" Kurt laughed, a short and clipped laugh, and grabbed his napkin to dab at his mouth again.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Blaine held his hands up, smiling lightly as he did so.

"I will definitely take your word for that. Almost ready to head out?" Kurt glanced at his food before nodding, putting enough money on the table for the bill and a good tip before heading out, smiling politely to their waitress as they passed her.

With Kurt back behind the wheel, they started the rest of their trip. Blaine manned the radio, both of them laughing as they would find one another mouthing the words to songs. Compared to the reality of it, the trip almost felt like a friendly getaway. Of course Kurt still checked the mirrors to make sure they weren't being tailed and he continuously checked his bag to make sure he could reach his gun.

However if he expected it to be an awkward silence between the two of them after what had happened in the hotel room just that morning, he was wrong. Obviously he found himself glancing more than a few times at Blaine's mouth, and he was pretty sure that was the same for Blaine himself, but mostly they were at ease.

When they hit the North Carolina state boarder, it started to rain. Not the light rain that they could travel through, but a horrendous downpour that required them (along with every other car on the road) to pull over and wait it out. With the radio playing nothing but static, they leaned back and waited, staring at the tail lights of the cars infront of them.

"How long do you think it will last?" Kurt glanced at Blaine and shrugged.

"Hopefully not long. We're not far from our destination and I would like to get there soon. Thankfully he doesn't sleep often. Or at least, he didn't use to." Again Kurt shrugged, more to himself since it had been a while since he had talked to his friend.

"What's his name?" This time Kurt smiled.

"Mark or Blake or Timothy or Randall. I don't know, he never has the same name for long." Blaine nodded, glancing down at his hands. There was a flash of lightning, lighting up the whole road and making it look daylight for a moment, and then a deep rumble of thunder.

"I take it he worked with you."

"He did. I actually went to highschool with him and when he graduated, I didn't think I would see him again. And then him and I were paired for a job. I had missed hanging out with him, I had forgotten how easy he is to get along with. And then he had an accident, got careless on assignment and ended up... well, scarred. He requested to have his contract with the company terminated and to never be bothered again."

There was silence in the car again, besides the thunder and the rain beating down on the vehicle, as they each pondered on their thoughts. Kurt had just handed Blaine a lot of information, although it may not have seemed it at the time.

"Can you trust him?"

"I'm not sure we have much of a choice, but yes I do. He's the only person I would trust in this situation actually." So with that, the conversation was ended. They sat in silence for a while longer, the rain not letting up in the least, before Kurt had to move. He was never good with staying in one place, so he bent backwards over his seat to grab his duffle bag, shivering as the cool air in the car touched the skin of his waist where his shirt was riding up from the position.

He pulled a jacket out and moved to flop back into his seat but he misjudged the space and sort of fell sideways, throwing one arm out to catch himself on the passenger seat and grabbing ahold of the headrest with his other. Blaine's face was now an inch away if even and Kurt could feel his breath fanning over his face and... yea, this was a bad idea.

He tried to scramble backwards, tried to right himself before he gave in to the temptation, but he didn't have to worry about it. Blaine leaned back and pushed at Kurt's shoulder, effectively helping him fall back into the driver's seat.

"Very graceful." And just like that, any awkwardness that could be there was gone. They laughed at Kurt's lack of grace in manuervering himself and then finally, after a little too long of being stuck in the rain, it finally let up enough that cars started to move.

The rest of the ride was quiet and just the little bit tense. It seemed that they were both thinking about what was happening next, that this was really happening and they couldn't just escape it. Blaine navigated until they reached the city that Kurt had circled on the map and then he did the rest, taking the turns as if he had done it a million times. He barely remembered the directions that his friend had given him so long ago, which was really only a few months because he could never stay in one place for long.

There was a light on inside of the house that they pulled up infront of. Kurt looped his messenger bag over his shoulder and grabbed his duffle bag, urging Blaine to do the same. Once they were out of the car and the door was locked, they made their way up the sidewalk to the porch. With Blaine standing just off to the side, Kurt rang the doorbell. He held his breath because he hadn't talked to him in so long and what if he didn't even live here anymore?

However the man that opened the door made Kurt relax. His hair was brown and shaggy, a far cry from highschool, and there were a series of scars covering half of his face. Kurt knew from experience helping him clean them that they ranged from the left side of his face down his chest and over his right arm.

"Kurt Hummel. What in the hell brings you here?" Kurt leaned forward, wrapping the older man in a tight hug before pulling back and tossing a quick glance to make sure Blaine was still standing behind him. He was, smiling politely at the pair of them in the porchlight.

"I've got a bit of a problem." The man glanced at Blaine, his left eye half-lidded from scarring, and smirked.

"Did you knock him up or something?" Blaine blushed, turning to face away from them. Kurt was proud of himself for not blushing, simply rolling his eyes and pushing at his friend's chest.

"So what are you going by these days anyways?" The man laughed, ushering them in and shutting the door, locking the door and deadbolts behind them.

"Felix, actually. As long as we're not in public though, you can call me by my real name. I haven't heard it in a while, it might feel nice." There was a distance and sadness in his voice that pulled at Kurt's heartstrings, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"Well then, introductions. This is Blaine Anderson, a former target that I have partially kidnapped in order to save from the company. Blaine, this is a dear friend of mine and ex-colleauge, Sam Evans."


A/N: I wasn't going to write actual characters from the show into this story but I kind of really wanted to have Sam in it. So expect to see the others at some point. There was going to be more information to this one, including the discovery of why Blaine was a target, but it wanted to end itself here and so it did. Sorry. ALSO! For some reason, FFnet won't let me see my reviews. I've gotten emails for them, but they won't show up on here and I can't reply to them. So I will be sending a private message to the people that reviewed on chapter 10 with a response.

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