Fashion journalist Kurt suddenly finds himself handcuffed to a bounty hunter, without even having done anything! He tries explaining to the admittedly attractive guy that he mistook him for his long-lost twin brother Caiden.
Of course, Blaine doesn't believe one word he says, because seriously, who falls for the unoriginal 'I have a criminal twin' lie? Finally, he caught that annoying petty criminal, and he won't let him get away this time, no matter how hard he will try to escape.
But frankly speaking, Blaine needs to admit that "Caiden" is different from all the other cases he had before, and not really in a negative way…
A/N: Yay, another story! I will just upload the first chapter, and after that, I won't update for a while, I will spend a lot of time at the beach.
Yes, that's right guys. This girl will go on vacation xD
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Blaine Anderson sprinted across the departure lounge and arrived at his gate – just to watch how the airplane he should sit in took off. Frustrated, he stopped in his tracks.
"God dammit!", he cursed loudly, bumping his fist in the air and ruffling his dark hair so that people around him gave him a wide berth. He really would like to punch something right now.
Gosh, if only he could punch something!
He just got a great opportunity…and then, it just slipped through his fingers like a slimy fish. He tried to calm down, wondering whether he could look on the bright side of this mess. It had been pure coincidence that he had spotted Caiden Hummel.
He had been on his way back from San Fran where he had met with people from the bank, talking about the financing of the lake house he wanted to purchase, and the last thing he expected was that he met the client of the bondsman he worked for.
Anyway, he just showed up, and while Blaine looked after him, rooted to the spot, that guy walked down the lounge without a care.
Blaine couldn't believe his eyes at first, but there was no way he mistook him for another person – when he took his paycheck from his boss a couple of days ago, his boss was about to talk to this Hummel guy concerning his bail.
And nobody could memorize faces as perfectly as Blaine could. He would recognize that face anywhere. In addition, Blaine also was aware that Hummel was about to break the terms of his bail by leaving California.
Well, maybe there was a god after all.
With the bounty on his bond, Blaine would finally be able to afford the lakehouse. And after that, he could say: Bye bye, dumb petty criminals and dirty streets and a big hello to a life with relaxed mornings and fresh air near a picturesque lake. It would have been too good to be true.
Of course, he needed to underestimate his mission. How could he be so naïve to think it would be easy to catch Hummel?
Although that guy had been too dumb to change his hairstyle or at least his name to keep a lower profile, he could get away.
Blaine didn't expect the overly motivated new employee at the security check who held him back for an eternity, and that was his own fault.
Now, he had no other choice than to buy a ticket to New York and try to find him there, what sounded as hopeless as it was.
Gosh, he really wanted to smoke right now. What a stupid moment to stop smoking for good.
Blaine retrieved his iPhone and called the office of the bondsman, telling them that he was on his way and also to send him a link with the documents and further information of the fugitive.
After that, he went to buy a ticket, learning good and bad news:
The good news was that there was a flight that would arrive one hour later than Hummel's.
The bad news was that he was almost broke as hell after he bought that ticket.
Blaine groaned loudly, repeatedly banging his head on the ticket machine next to him.
Well, he needed to find a way to get back to San Francisco as cheaply as possible. Oh, dammit. This was going to be funny, especially with someone like this Hummel guy in tow.
When his neighbor Mrs. Wickham greeted him nicely on his way to his apartment, Kurt Hummel just halfheartedly nodded to the elderly woman. He was down, and he didn't want to scare her off with his bad temper.
"Well, well, well", Sebastian Smythe, his other neighbor and co-worker at Vogue, said smugly when he was about to leave his own apartment. "Your flight to Paris has been cancelled? Oh, what a shame." He didn't sound sorry at all.
Kurt narrowed his eyes and almost squashed the newspaper in his hands. Smythe hated him profoundly, not only because he got a promotion at work and Sebastian didn't. They were just meant to hate each other to all eternity.
Rubbing salt into Kurt's wound had to be satisfying to that son of a…
Head held high and his lips pressed into a thin line, Kurt walked past him, opened his apartment door and entered. He wouldn't let Sebastian provoke him like that, never.
In the next moment, Kurt almost jumped three feet in the air when he saw someone sitting on his sofa.
And this someone was looking exactly like him. Okay, maybe not exactly, apart from the stud on his nose, his tousled hair and his atrocious outfit.
"You have a nice home, brother, I have to give you that", his double spoke up, grinning amusedly.
Kurt still couldn't believe his own eyes. "Wh…Who are you?", he croaked, and cleared his throat.
His double laughed, slapping his thigh. "I am your twin, duh."
"Is this just a bad joke?", Kurt asked, rubbing his eyes. Did he hallucinate? Maybe he overworked himself once again, and now, he was losing it.
His "twin" got up and politely stuck his hand out. "Nope, no joke. Call me Caiden."
Flabbergasted, Kurt looked back and forth between Caiden's hand and his face. "But…but how…?"
"Oh, didn't daddy tell you about what a naughty little girl momma had been? Mom was a sly dog; her life was fucked up and she didn't want to drag you and dad into this mess as well. After she found out that her old drugdealer boss was still chasing her, she took a baby version of me with her and never came back."
"Dad told me that mom got killed in a car accident", Kurt mumbled quietly.
Caiden shook his head, still grinning. "Yeah, truth seemed to be a foreign word to Burt ever since. Considering that you didn't even know about my existence for twenty-six years, dear brother. But hey, mom wasn't better either. Before she died, she sent me to aunt Meredith who told me everything."
Aunt Meredith was the deaf sister of Elizabeth, older by fifteen years.
"She never even mentioned you", Kurt frowned and put his hands on his hips.
"Yeah, because she was sworn to secrecy.", Caiden explained, and Kurt nodded slowly. What the heck was just happening?
But there was still another question which had stayed unanswered. "So if you knew about me for a while, why are you coming now?"
Caiden stared at one of Kurt's framed articles, one of his masterpieces. "The thing is, dear brother, I am in deep trouble."
All Kurt could do was stare.
Of course, he should have known that.
His long-lost twin came to him just because he messed up.
"Are you serious?!", he hissed, crossing his arms. "I just need to come to terms with the fact that I have a twin, and you dare dropping the next bomb?"
Caiden gave him his best puppy eyes. "Please, K. You are my last hope. I don't know where else to go."
Dammit, now, Kurt felt how he slowly gave in although that was the opposite of what he wanted. He sighed deeply. "Let's sit down", he said "And tell me everything from the beginning on."
…
"You what?", Kurt asked him a few minutes later, staring at his twin.
"I eavesdropped to a conversation. They talked about murder."
Kurt played with the coffee mug in his hands, asking himself how this was supposed to be his life now.
"When? Where? Who is supposed to get killed?"
Caiden looked at the blue flower on his mug and looked up to Kurt again, cocking his head to the side. "Coffee? I told you about a planned murder and you serve me coffee? God dammit, K, don't you have something…stronger? Whiskey or Scotch, or something like that?"
Kurt pressed his lips into a thin line, suppressing the comment that it was way too early to have a drink. Instead, he got up and went to the carpet, retrieving the bottle of Scotch his stepbrother Finn gave to him last Christmas. He gave the bottle to Caiden who opened it and dumped the alcohol into his mug, taking a sip.
"You know, K, your clothing style is atrocious."
Kurt cocked one eyebrow when he looked down his own button up shirt and his Marc Jacobs pants. "Says the one with ripped jeans. I have my own column at Vogue, so don't dare telling me about fashion."
He snorted when he eyed Caiden's biker jacket, his ripped jeans and his combat boots.
"Do you really want to talk about my closet?"
"No, to be honest. Where were we?" Caiden thoughtfully touched his stud, thinking. "Whatever, I will just start from the beginning. Well, four days ago, I was stuck at this club, the Lagoona Lounge where I work as a Stripper, I had no car because that bastard…but that's an entirely different story, actually, and my smallest problem..."
Kurt just gaped at him. Caiden was a…a…stripper?! He couldn't be serious, right?
"The Lag is great", Caiden went on, ignoring Kurt's staring. "Well, I just sat on my place, waiting that Pat stopped flirting with that chick from the bar so that he could drive me home, but then, I heard Jason Hernandez, the owner of the club, talk to someone else. He was talking to Rocks about Stacy Gibbs with whom he had an affair. And in the next moment, Jason tells Rocks to eliminate her."
"Eliminate?", Kurt repeated, croaking.
"He wanted him to kill her, Kurt, to get rid of her for good. My boss told Larry 'Rocks' Sanders to commit a crime. And, ermm…" Caiden cleared his throat nervously, throwing Kurt an insecure glance. "He is also the boss of my girlfriend, Bonnie Leighton."
Kurt almost chocked on his coffee. "Your girlfriend? Your girlfriend is working for a contract killer?"
"Bonnie is a stripper as well, K. I had no fucking idea that she and Rocks is are contract Killers. God dammit, she isn't. She wasn't until now as far as I know."
Kurt wasn't listening anymore. He was just staring at his brother, stunned. "And you are coming to me with that mess? Caiden, are you nuts?! You have to be aware that these guys are going to search for you here as well."
"No, they won't." Caiden furrowed his eyebrows.
"What? I tend to get nervous if you bring contract killers to my home.", Kurt countered.
"Dammit, stop that. Hernandez and Larry Rocks don't even know that you exist."
"Really? And how about your girlfriend, Caiden? You said yourself that she works for this Rocks guy, this-pardon me if I have to repeat it – contract killer, and she has to know about it."
"Nope, actually, she doesn't."
Kurt needed to relax his tensed shoulders. "I understand", he said tightly. "A new relationship, right?"
Caiden blinked with his blue eyes, confused. "No, no, K, we are in a relationship for so long. At least three months."
At least three months.
"And you never even told her about your twin brother? You already knew about me!"
Caiden just shrugged nonchalantly. "Nope. If we are together, we don't really talk, if you know what I am talking about, bro."
At that, Kurt needed to gasp for air. He really didn't want to talk about Caiden's sexual life. His apparently wild sexual life.
Oh my, what if he ended up like Caiden one day? Kurt needed to shudder. No way, he wouldn't let that happen.
"I mean, of course we talk once in a while. I know that she has a lot of sisters, and he knows that I have a brother, or two if you count that giant as well", Caiden said, snorting when he looked at the family pictures that were hanging on Kurt's wall. "We never talked about the details, though."
Kurt needed a lot of force not to grit his teeth angrily. "I still don't get it. Can you explain it to me? Everything?", he said, proud how calm he sounded although he was fuming.
"Alright. Bonnie saw me on the stage on my first day at the Lagoona and, well, sparks flew. I wish you could see her, brother", Caiden said dreamily. "She looks great with her dark complexion and her curls, oh, and her boobs are goa…"
"I am gay", Kurt cut him off icily, rolling his eyes. "So pardon me if I can't share your enthusiasm."
Caiden grinned widely. "I think I like you more now, bro. At least, that would explain your clothes. But hey, we will never fight over girls!"
"Will you please tell me about that woman, Stacy Gibbs?", Kurt said impatiently.
"Okay, okay. Well, I thought that it had been a bad joke when I heard how Jason told Rocks how much he would pay him for that. I mean, Jason and Stacy have been inseparable all the time."
"What exactly did Hernandez say?"
"He said that Stacy was a millstone around his neck, and he would give Rocks fifteen thousand bucks if he got rid of her. And he also explained where he should bury the dead body after he was done."
"And…you thought it was a joke?", Kurt asked, incredulous.
Caiden shrugged helplessly. "Well…yes. I mean who would take that serious? Things like these only happen in the movies."
"What have you done after that?"
"I drove home."
Kurt groaned, burying his face in his hands. How could Caiden listen to a conversation like that one and just drive home? He couldn't believe that he once shared a womb with that guy.
"Kurt, man, do you think I would have went home, relaxed, if I had known that they were serious?"
Taking a deep breath to calm down, Kurt put his mug down on the table in front of him. "No, of course not."
But to be honest, he had thought exactly that. Although Kurt knew him for one hour or something, he noticed that Caiden didn't seem to be the most responsible person.
"And maybe you are right. Maybe they were just bluffing."
Kurt knew how wrong that sounded. Caiden didn't travel to the other side of the continent because of an assumption.
"I also hoped so", Caiden sighed. "But I called Stacy one hundred times, but she never picked up although she is practically married to her phone. And she never returned to work either, K. Because she is fucking dead, I can feel it."
Kurt leaned back on the armchair; his hands were trembling. He couldn't think clear anymore. "But why would Hernandez kill her? There has to be a motive, or else, it wouldn't be logical."
"I also thought about it, but maybe Stacy threatened him to go to Mrs. Hernandez to tell her about their affair."
"But why?", Kurt wondered. "The worst he could do to her was fire her."
"Yeah, but Stacy wanted more than dancing on pole bars. She was ambitious."
"Makes sense", Kurt agreed. "At least, we have a motive now. But if you had a wall between you and the guys talking, why do you think they know about you?"
"After their conversation, I bumped into Larry Rocks' in the hallways. I thought that they were already gone. But Rocks has forgotten to pee or something. Whatever, I just wanted to search for Pat so that he drove me home and bumped into Rocks."
Kurt groaned loudly. "If he is really not that clever, he won't be able to do the math."
"Yes, but another person will. What if he tells Hernandez about it? I will be as dead as Stacy Gibbs." Caiden looked at Kurt, serious.
"I am not hysterical, K. I heard how Jason explained to Larry where to bury the dead body. With this kind of proof and a witness statement Jason will go to jail for years. I also called Stacy's landline phone, telling her to call me back asap. If Jason listens to those messages, I am dead meat."
Kurt sighed deeply. "You need to go to the police, Caiden."
"Yeah, well, considering that, K…" Caiden didn't dare looking into Kurt's eyes anymore.
"Oh no." Kurt straightened up, worried. "What else? What detail did you leave out?"
"A couple of days ago, I got, erm, arrested."
"You got what?"
"Arrested. But it's not my fault, K. Really.", Caiden swore.
"Of course not. Let me guess: It's never your fault, right?", Kurt scoffed, crossing his arms. "It would be great if you would take on the responsibilities for your actions for once."
Caiden narrowed his eyes. "As if you have always been responsible. Stop being a hypocrite, man, that's just uncool."
"What do you expect from me? To clean up the mess you made?", Kurt hissed angrily. "I don't even know you!"
Caiden got up, retrieving his phone and sitting down next to Kurt. "Let's change that, bro. Get to know selfie!"
"What the...?"
But Caiden had already pushed the camera button, and grinned when he looked at the result. He shoved his phone back into his pants and looked up again.
"Back to the topic: It really isn't my fault, that was just a big misunderstanding. Bonnie needed to leave the city and lent me her car. But actually, it wasn't hers, and suddenly, it was me who had stolen the car, just because that bastard testified against me."
"And how-?"
"Well, K, I broke the terms of my bail by leaving California, but I had no other choice after I found out that it was no joke concerning Stacy's murder. So I took every penny of my bank account and came here."
Caiden threw Kurt a pleading glance. "K, please. It's fucking serious, and I need your help."
On the streets, someone slammed the door of a car, and Kurt glanced out of the window. A young man their age was about to lock his car, maybe, he wanted to have a look at one of the apartments. Kurt turned back to his brother, sighing tiredly. "I will help you with that, but you need to go to the police."
Caiden looked slightly panicked. "Dammit, Kurt, I told you why I can't."
"You have to", Kurt instructed sternly. "If you don't turn yourself in, you not only run away from Rocks or your Bonnie, but also from the law. Believe me, you don't want that. You need someone who supports you."
"Yes I know. That's why I came to you", Caiden mumbled.
"For god's sake, Caiden, I'm a fashion journalist! I have no clue about contract killers or its legal status. You need someone who does." When Kurt looked out of the window again, he realized that the man was standing next to the car, looking up the apartment complex. He had dark and slightly curly hair and bushy eyebrows.
"But I just can't go back", Caiden said at this moment, pouting.
"There is no other way."
"But there has to be one. If I go back, no one will believe me. Hernandez is a business man with a high reputation." Caiden rubbed his forehead. "Dammit, I was so happy to have a fixed engagement at a great nightclub. I thought that it was my opportunity. You need to find another way, K. I know you can, that's why I came to you."
"What do you even expect from me? Do you think I can make your problems disappear, just like that? Do I look like a sorcerer?"
"Stop the sarcasm, I really need your help. I will be dead if I go back.", Caiden pleaded.
"Sorry, but you have no other choice. You said it yourself, it's serious." Kurt crossed his arms when Caiden craned his chin sullenly. "You need to turn yourself in!"
Caiden avoided his glance, looking out of the window instead. His eyes widened and he got up. "I need to pee." He grabbed his bag and his small suitcase and stumbled down the hallway, suddenly nervous.
Kurt buried his face in his hands. Maybe, they should talk to a lawyer before they called the cops. Would they call the cops of San Francisco or… Hold up.
Why did Caiden take all of his belongings to the toilet?
In the next moment, Kurt got up, sprinting to the bathroom, just to see Caiden jumping out of the window and to the garden behind the apartment complex. He ran to the window. "Caiden!"
On the other side, a loud noise could be heard. "DON'T MOVE!", another voice called out.
Kurt and Caiden exchanged panicked glances with their identic blue eyes, but then, Caiden bended down to pick up his notebook and his other belongings that fell out of the bag.
I'm sorry, he said to Kurt in sign language that aunt Meredith had taught the both of them. I'm sorry, K.
With that, Caiden turned around and ran across the garden, leaving back his second bag and his suitcase.
"Dammit", Kurt hissed, trying to climb out of the window as well. He almost did it when the door of the bathroom suddenly flew open, banging against the wall.
"Don't even think about it!" Two hands were dragging Kurt back to the room. Kurt opened his mouth, but nothing came out. And then, he did the next thing that came to his mind: He kicked the person behind him and needed to grin faintly when he hit the shin of said person.
…
"God dammit!", Blaine exclaimed frustratedly. This day sucked.
His shin felt as if this guy pulverized his bones completely. Blaine looked out of the window, spotting the suitcase and the bag on the lawn. Well, that prove that Hummel was about to flee.
He straightened up and closed the window in front of him. "You don't make this easy for me, Mister, I have to give you that."
Blaine was beyond pissed. That guy had made him suffer, making him spend more than he could afford. He clutched the guy's wrist and wanted to drag him out of the bathroom.
"Listen", Kurt said with gritted teeth. "You are about to make a big mistake."
All Blaine could do was laugh bitterly. "How often do you think I had to listen to that sentence? Come on, we are going to take your stuff. You can tell the judge in San Francisco."
The judge? Kurt was relieved. Thank god. If he wanted to take her to the judge in California, he wasn't Rocks or Hernandez, he had to be a cop.
Not that he thought that this guy was awesome ore something, Kurt just assumed that with his dark hair and his …
Blaine dragged him to the hallway, and Kurt just let him. It wasn't that bad if he thought about it, but of course, it would have been better if Caiden stayed to turn himself in.
"Listen, you are about to make a mistake", Kurt repeated when they were about to leave his apartment and headed to the garden. That guy gripped his wrist tighter while he bended down to give Caiden's bags to him.
"You have the wrong man. I am Kurt Hummel, Caiden's twin."
Blaine straightened up slowly so that they were at eye level again. His brown-golden eyes were staring at him sneeringly. "Of course.", he said dryly.
"Please, just listen to me! I really would like to cooperate with you, but my name is Kurt Hummel. I am a journalist at Vogue, and this" he pointed at the window "is my home."
"Do I look like I am dumb, Blue?", Blaine scoffed. "The first thing I did was drive to Vogue. Guess what I found out. That nice lady, Isabelle Wright, told me that your twin brother flew to Paris yesterday evening."
"My flight got cancelled", Kurt said bitterly. "And my name is not Blue, it's Kurt Hummel. And of course, Mr. Hummel for you."
Blaine retrieved a driver's license from his documents. "According to that card, your name is Caiden Hummel. And he works as a stripper in the Lagoona Lounge."
"Just for your information, that doesn't stand on the driver's license." He regretted immediately that he had said that and looked down.
Great, just great.
In the next moment, Blaine grabbed Kurt by his wrist again, dragging him to the entrance of the apartment complex. "You want me to believe you? Okay, here is your chance, let's just ask one of your neighbors."
Kurt sighed a breath of relief. Everything was going to be alright; his neighbors could prove that it was just a big misunderstanding.
But of all people of the giant block, none other than Sebastian Smythe passed them. "Well, hello there, gay face", he greeted Kurt, looking down Blaine's hand that still clutched his wrist and cocking his eyebrows.
"Sir, is this man's name Caiden Hummel?", Blaine asked him, and Kurt threw Sebastian a pleading glance.
"Sebastian, please tell him the truth, okay?", Kurt pleaded. Gosh, he hated begging in front of his arch enemy.
"Caiden Hummel has been charged for theft, and he broke the terms of his bail", Blaine explained.
Sebastian's eyes widened, and he smirked. "Caiden, you bad, bad boy. I hope you rot in jail for what you have done."
Kurt gasped for air. How dared that meerkat sending him to jail directly?
"So he is Caiden Hummel?", Blaine asked, just to be sure.
That bastard nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes he is. One hundred percently." He winked, and Kurt suppressed a snort. "Have a good day, Caiden." With that, Sebastian turned on his heel and went up the stairs.
Kurt looked after him with a mouth wide open. "You don't believe him, do you? Are you really that dumb?"
"Be quiet, Blue. You know me and I know you, so stop acting like that. Take your bag, we already wasted enough time." He gave the bag to him and took the suitcase. "I have business to do."
Did Hummel think that he was that dumb? Just because he styled his hair a bit, got rid of his piercings and put on different clothes, he couldn't fool him.
Although he really did everything to change his visual identity, but seriously. Putting on more normal clothes wasn't enough.
"Please, listen to me", Kurt tried again, trying to free himself from the grip. "Caiden is in serious trouble.
He listened to a conversation where a murder was planned. The victim disappeared without a trace, and if they really buried her where they planned it, Caiden's testimony can bring both accomplices to jail.
That means that Caiden is in serious danger."
Keeps on getting better and better, Blaine thought. He nodded to the car. "Get in", he instructed, avoiding touching that guy. Because every time he did, he felt weirdly electrified. And Blaine didn't like it at all.
Kurt didn't give in. Instead of getting in, he turned his head, glaring at Blaine. "Dammit, would you listen to me?"
"Oh, I did, Blue. You can repeat that story to the judge."
"I want to see your ID", Kurt demanded. "Now."
He flinched slightly when he saw how Anderson started scowling. Because That guy looked like he was about to kill Kurt with his bare hands right now.
"I want to see your ID", Kurt repeated, determined, ignoring the (sexually) charged up atmosphere.
"Here" Blaine growled and retrieved something from his wallet. Kurt read the ID carefully - and needed to blink.
"You are working for a bondsman?", he asked incredulously. "So you are no cop. ", he went on, slightly reproachful. "You are just a lousy bounty hunter!"
Blaine cursed loudly. "I really don't have time for these games, Blue." He dragged a reluctant Kurt into the car and also got in. "Fasten your seatbelt", he bellowed, turning on the engine.
"Let me out, Anderson!", Kurt hissed. "I'm telling you, I'm going to call Amnesty International. Or …or..."
"I told you to fasten your seatbelt, Blue. Or shall I do it for you?"
Kurt didn't want this guy to touch him again, so he quickly followed orders. "You won't get away with this."
Anderson just snorted and retrieved something from his pocket. It was a copy of Caiden's bail arrangement. "According to US-American jurisdiction, this piece of paper is enough to arrest someone."
"If I was Caiden Hummel, maybe", Kurt said with gritted teeth. "But my name is Kurt."
"God dammit, Blue, stop it or I will gag you." Of course, Blaine wouldn't, but Hummel didn't have to know.
Kurt froze. Enough was enough. He wanted to gag him? He couldn't be serious!
His entire life, Kurt tried to do everything right. He was a more or less reasonable person, his worst misdeed had been parking violation.
And now? He was sitting next to an idiot who was too dumb to listen to him.
That Anderson guy didn't want to listen? Good, he would pay, Kurt would make sure of that. He just needed to defer their arrival at Los Angeles, at all costs. But first…
He turned to the bounty hunter, glaring. "You are a bastard", Kurt spat, not batting an eyelid. "You are making a big mistake, and you are going to pay for that, I promise."
Blaine just snorted. "Oh no. The worries that I got the wrong twin will keep me awake at night. And considering the paying part, you really need to try harder, Blue. If the day comes where I was wrong about a guy like you…"
Kurt looked up. "A guy like me? What do you mean by that?"
"A guy who earns his living by dancing practically naked on pole bars."
"Oh, other than an honorable citizen like you, I assume. No offence, but you are not the dream of my sleepless nights either. You are nothing more than a lousy, little bounty hunter that pretends he is a cop."
This seemed to be a sore point. "At least, the word truth is no foreign word to me", Blaine retorted, irritated.
"Oh, really? You wouldn't even recognize the truth if it was dancing in front of you, shouting and singing."
Blaine noticed how he stiffened against his will. "I already told you, Blue, if the day comes where I was wrong about a guy like you, I will eat a broom wholly."
"Well, get used to the thought to swallow it, Anderson", Kurt hissed icily. "Because I will serve up the truth on a silver plate."
A/N: Tadaaa, the first chapter!
And if you got the impression that it was inspired by 'Baby I'm Yours' by Susan Andersen, you are damn right ;)