Shoot to Kill
After their short talk, Blaine decided to take a shower, leaving Kurt with some time to think. Instead of thinking, Kurt decided that it would be smarter to put his time to better use. He grabbed Blaine's packet and moved to the door, stepping out just in time to run smack into Sam."I was just coming to get you. I think we should start working on a plan." Kurt laughed, holding up the packet as he did so. They moved, side by side, into the living room before both plopping onto the couch.
"So I'm thinking we need to go over every piece of information that we have and go from there. You start." Kurt nodded, pulling his legs under him and started to pull the information out of the packet.
They went over what they already knew, outlining the information in the packets under the thought that it was someone in Blaine's family that had taken the hit out on him. Every now and then, Sam would grab the laptop from the coffee table and look it over, typing in a few things, but they mostly kept their attention on the papers infront of them. In the distance, Kurt could still hear the water running in the bathroom and he vaguely had to wonder if Blaine had any intention of getting out any time soon.
"We've talked about me and about Blaine, but what about you Sam? How are you doing?" Kurt leaned against the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table and watched his friend. It seemed his question caught Sam off guard because he sputtered for a second before smiling, the action causing the scars to tighten a bit at his eye.
"How do you think I'm doing?" Kurt studied him for a moment before answering.
"I think you're living a half life, which could be avoided if you would actually go back to Oh-"
"If you value our friendship, don't finish that. Seriously." It was said with a laugh, but Kurt understood. He understood a lot about what Sam was going through because Sam had told him all about it.
"You should have at least told the gang that you were disappearing. Stayed in touch with someone besides me, or at least allowed me to tell them that I knew where you were. Do you realize how much it bothers everyone that no one knows where you are? And what about Mercedes?"
Kurt bit his lip as he let his best friend's name slip out, wondering if he may have just completely disregarded the line he had been toeing already. Sam's frame was stiff, eyes forward and hands clenched, and Kurt waited to see if he was going to snap or not. He should know better than to push an emotionally unstable ex-hitman to the point of snapping. That wouldn't end well.
"How is Mercedes?" Sam's voice was calm, a far cry from his appearance, and Kurt felt his jaw drop. Once he realized what he had done, he closed his mouth with a slight pop. To tell the truth, or to lie through his teeth?
"She's good. She uh, started dating this guy named Max a few months back." Sam nodded, unclenching and reclenching his fists before finally letting his hands relax.
"He good to her?" Kurt shrugged because honestly, he didn't know. He'd met the guy twice and he seemed nice enough, but he hadn't talked to Mercedes nearly enough in the past... well, how long had he been with the company?
"If he wasn't, you know she wouldn't stay with him. Mercedes is too strong willed to be held down by anyone, especially not some guy." Sam laughed, the sound tight until he closed his eyes, breathing in and out deeply.
When Sam had been recruited into the company, he did something that Kurt hadn't been brave enough to do; he completely cut ties with his life. He packed his bags, emptied his bank account, and left town in the middle of the night. He and Mercedes had been off and on for a while at that time, being off at the time of recruitment, and Kurt was sure that neither of them had fully gotten over it. Mercedes got a far away look in her eyes whenever Sam was mentioned and Sam sort of clenched up, much like he was now, whenever Kurt brought her up.
"You know she wouldn't care about the scars. You could come up with a lie. That's what we're good at right?" It might have been the wrong thing to say because Sam shot off the couch, nearly toppling over the coffee table as he did so.
"It has nothing to do with that Kurt. I'm not the quirky, self absorbed teenager I was before. How can I lie my way out of that? And aren't you tired of lying to everyone that matters? You can't tell me that you don't mind lying to your mom and dad and even Finn! I don't know how it would be possible for me to go back after all these years and pretend things aren't completely fucked up."
Sam's voice had raised into a scream, breaking a little at the end, and Kurt saw that his hands were shaking. There was a sound, like a slowly drawn breath, and Kurt turned his head to the side just enough to see Blaine standing there in the dark of the hallway. He wasn't sure how much he had heard, but it didn't matter. He nodded to the other man, who returned it before going back into the bedroom. Once the door was shut, Sam's eyes on the hallway even though he couldn't see where Blaine had been standing, Kurt stood up and made his way to him.
"I'm sorry Sam. I know that you have your reasons. I just don't like seeing you like this, living halfway out of the door at all times. You deserve to be happy Sam."
Sam made a strangled sound in his throat, either a laugh or a sob, and wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pressing his face into the shorter man's neck. Kurt sighed, pulling his arms out of the embrace so he could wrap them around Sam's back.
"I'm just so tired Kurt." They stayed like that for a while longer before Kurt pulled away, inwardly cheering that Sam seemed to be smiling again.
"I haven't broken down in a bit. That was nice. Now, about your boy problems." Kurt glared, pulling away completely and plopping back down on the couch.
"And just like that, you ruin the moment. We were having a moment, Sam Evans, and you ruined the fuck out of it." Sam laughed, loudly and not holding back, before sitting next to him on the couch.
"Yea, well, it's what I do. Ruin moments. Like this morning. Sorry about that, by the way. Speaking of it though, I guess things are working out between you two?" Kurt frowned, grabbing the packet and looking over the information that yes, he had already memorized a few days ago.
"We uh... we're taking things slowly?"
Sam laughed again, pulling his laptop onto his lap and typing a few things in, shooting Kurt a glance as he did so.
"Meaning no mouth to mouth, just dick to dick?" Kurt resisted the urge to smack Sam and just let his head fall backwards, resting on the back of the couch.
"No anything to anything, actually. We're are dedicated to his safety, first and foremost. If afterwards we decide to persue a relationship or something of the like, that will be... after." Sam nodded and laughed, nudging Kurt in the ribs as he did so.
"I bet you that you will tap that long before we figure this out."
Kurt, torn between laughing and crying himself (because it was ridiculous and with the way his sex drive reacted when the man was in the room with him, entirely possible), stood up and made his way into the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
A few hours later, with Blaine having joined them sometime between coffee and Sam turning on a random television channel just to break up the bouts of silence while they did their own research on what was going on. Well, Kurt and Sam were researching. Blaine alternated from staring blankly at the pictures on the coffee table and at the television.
"Wait. Genius idea that I'm not sure why we didn't think of this before. Sam, can you hack in to see if any of Blaine's family has made any large withdrawls recently from their bank accounts?" Sam looked first at Kurt, and then Blaine, and then to his laptop as if he was looking for something. Blaine had his head tilted, looking questioningly at Sam and waiting for an answer.
"I can. How in the hell did we not think of that before?" He grabbed the laptop and pulled it closer to him, typing at lightning speed. Kurt's hands were clenched in his lap as he waited. After a few minutes, Sam glanced up.
"I need the names of the people's accounts. Blaine?" Blaine recited each name, his father and then his father's parents, before looking down. After a moment of hesitancy, he even gave his mother's name.
"My dad might have... used their joint account." Kurt gave him a sympathetic and hopefully encouraging smile before turning back to Sam and waiting.
He typed for a little while longer, frowning as the seconds turned to minutes. Every now and then he would open his mouth, as if he was going to say something, and then snap it shut again to continue typing. Finally, just as Kurt was about to say something, Sam looked up.
"Guys... I think we have a problem." Blaine leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"What problem?" Sam glanced back at the page and then back up, looking from Kurt to Blaine.
"None of these accounts, and some of them are pretty secluded and private accounts, have had any large amount of money withdrawn or transfered. Nothing that even equals the amount." Blaine leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so.
"Maybe they won't have to pay until I'm dead." His voice was so defeated that Kurt wanted to scream, or cry, or maybe just kiss some strength into him. Knowing that either of those three things wouldn't be good right now, he shook his head and made his voice firm and yet comforting at the same time.
"No, the company requires half down and half at completion. Plus Carlson said when they requested the timeline be raised, they upped the payment by forty grand." This brought Blaine and Sam's attention.
"The timeline was raised?" and "Upped the payment?" were both spoken, the first by Sam and the latter by Blaine. Kurt nodded and then decided to explain. He was sure he had mentioned both parts of this before.
"I got word that the timeline went from until Friday until Thursday at midnight. Whoever put the hit out gave an extra forty grand, paying twenty down and thirty altogether, to get it done twenty four hours earlier. It seemed fishy."
Blaine's face went from confused, to understanding, to deathly pale in a matter of seconds. Kurt saw this and stood up, moving to his side. Sam stayed on the couch but he sat his laptop down, watching the exchange.
"Blaine? What is it? Did you think of something?" Blaine nodded, but his mouth was not opening and he was not making any indication that he was going to speak. Kurt glanced at Sam who shrugged, obviously not knowing what was going on anymore than he did.
"Blaine?" He nodded and licked his lips, fingers tightening on the arms of the chair he was in and looked past Kurt, not even looking at him, and making eye contact.
"Check... uh, check Matthew Alexander Drum's account."
Sam shot Kurt a look before grabbing his laptop again, typing in the information. Kurt waited, watching Blaine's face for the most part.
"Well shit. Matthew Alexander Drum seemed to just lose thirty grand recently." Blaine's face crumpled for a moment but then the mask was back up, face still pale and hands clenching ever tighter on the arms of the chair. He wasn't offering up any information so Kurt had to ask.
"Who... who is Matthew Drum?" Blaine let out a strained laugh, finally tearing his eyes away from Sam and looking up at Kurt.
"For the sake of conversation, I guess you can call him my ex."
A/N: I'm such a troll. Wasn't his family at all. Sorry to bust that bubble. ANYWAYS! I hope you like this chapter and the surprise-twist ending. Honestly, I like twists and turns. Expect many. And a little Sam characterization. And Samcedes, because I ship that as well. I've already got the next chapter brewing, so it should be up soon!
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