Shoot to Kill
When Kurt woke up the next morning, he was a little disoriented. He was not in his bed, or more of Henry's bed. He was also naked, with just a sheet covering him from his hips to his knees. There was also an arm thrown over his waist, fingers splayed on Kurt's hip limply. The light, constant brush of air on Kurt's shoulder told him that Blaine was asleep. As he started to remember everything that had happened, he wanted nothing more than to bury his head under the pillow.
They'd sucked each other off and fallen asleep before anything else had happened. At least there was that. And although he was ridiculously comfortable where he was, partially pinned under the older man, Kurt knew he had to get up. Get up and potentially get out of there. This was all kinds of a bad idea.
Carefully so as to not wake up Blaine, Kurt started to work his way out from under the arm and off of the bed. It took a little skill to get off of the bed without rocking it, but he did have a little talent in that area. This was not his first quick escape while someone was sleeping.
While he tried to find all of his clothes, Kurt found himself a little distracted by the sight on the bed. Blaine was covered by just the corner of the sheet, his legs curled just enough that apparently they had been spooning, the arm that had been thrown over Kurt was now clutching at nothing. And if Kurt thought that the man looked good in clothes, he was amazed at good he looked out of clothes.
After struggling to pull on all of his clothes as quietly as possible, Kurt moved quietly from the room, closing the door behind him. There was a squeaky floorboard, one that he definitely did not remember coming across on his way into the room, granted that he was a little distracted at that time. As he stepped into the living room, intent on grabbing his messenger bag and hightailing it out of there, he froze. There was a tall Asian man bending down, his fingers already curled around the strap of Kurt's tan bag, and his other hand was just about to open it up.
"That's mine." Of course his voice would come out hoarse and hesitant, lacking every bit of confidence that Kurt faked on a day to day basis. However it almost fit with Henry's ordeal, being new to the city and falling into bed with the first guy he meets.
"Oh. I didn't recognize it... nor you. Did you just come out of Blaine's room?" Kurt glanced behind him at the door he just shut and then nodded, turning back and moving forward, grabbing the bag and hoisting it over his shoulder as he did so.
"I did." He grabbed his shoes and started to pull them on, groaning when he realized that he would have to untie them first. Was there no end to the amount of awkwardness he would have to withstand this morning?
"That's good. I mean, I'm glad. He hasn't been with anyone since... well, for a while. On that topic though, you're not going to leave while he's still asleep, are you? Because that's pretty low." Kurt wanted nothing more than to tell the Asian to fuck off, but he was also right.
Especially because if he left now, Kurt was pretty sure that Blaine would want nothing to do with him and that would make his job even more difficult than it already was.
"No. I uh, just was going to go grab some coffee. Do you want any?" The Asian's eyebrow went up and he glanced into the little offset kitchen.
"We've got a coffee pot here. You make coffee, I'll make breakfast." Kurt wanted to refuse, wanted to insist that he pick something up, if just to give him time to clear his mind. But at that point, he was stuck. So with an inward sigh, he placed his bag back on the floor next to the couch and headed into the kitchen to start the coffee.
He ended up helping the Asian, who had still not introduced himself, with breakfast. The way he moved about the small kitchen told Kurt that he did this often. And when he was finished, putting a helping of everything on the plates that Kurt had laid out on the kitchen table, there was a familiar creak behind them.
Blaine had pulled his pants on, although he had apparently forgotten to button them, but was shirtless and running a hand through his hair when he stepped into the kitchen. His eyes had roamed over the sight infront of him before snapping back to Kurt who had just sat down, coffee in hand.
While Kurt tried to figure out if this was more or less awkward than he had imagined, the nameless Asian grabbed his plate and drink while making his way out of the kitchen. He paused beside Blaine and whispered something in his ear, causing Blaine's eyes to widen before shutting tightly, and then left the kitchen fully. There was a moment of silence, interrupted by what sounded like a bedroom closing, with Blaine still standing with his eyes closed.
"Wes likes to think he has to protect me from things but he doesn't. I wouldn't be offended if you wanted to leave." Confused, Kurt stood up from the table.
"What did he say?" Blaine, eyes still closed, looked like he wasn't going to answer. But when Kurt opened his mouth to ask again, Blaine did answer.
"He said that you were leaving when he first saw you, that he made you stay." And that was why Blaine wasn't looking at him. Of course Kurt had been ditching, but it was better that he stayed. He moved around the table, trying to be quiet, and laid his hand carefully on Blaine's elbow. Blaine's eyes snapped open at the contact.
"I was just going to get coffee. But I do need to leave soon. I've got a lot I still need to do." Blaine nodded and looked at the table before looking back at Kurt.
"Stay for breakfast?" Kurt smiled, nodding as he moved back to his original seat.
They didn't talk while they ate, something Kurt was glad for. He wasn't sure what he could say, his thoughts were already in a million different places. He needed to get back to the apartment where he could make a few phone calls. Phone calls which... damn, where was his cell phone? He patted his pockets subtly, heaving an inward sigh of relief at feeling the object still in his pocket. After the events of last night, he was surprised he hadn't misplaced his phone.
When they were finished, Kurt offered to do the dishes. He wasn't sure why he was stalling his leaving, he really needed to make those phone calls, but he didn't want to leave just yet. Maybe if he prolonged his morning with Blaine it would make it easier for them to meet up later. While he tested to make sure the water was a good temperature, he was surprised that Blaine stepped next to him to help.
They did the dishes together, something that felt too domestic but Kurt wasn't sure he minded. Afterwards, with both of them drying their hands, Kurt couldn't think of anything else that would make him stay. He gave a small smile, checking the clock on the stove as he moved past Blaine, and headed into the living room
"I really should get going-" and "I'd really like to see you again-" merged into one comment, making both men pause and glance at each other. With a laugh, Kurt motioned for Blaine to speak first.
"I'd like to see you again. Like I said last night, there's just something about you. I'm not usually one for one night stands or anything like that, so I would... I was wondering if you'd like to go out. Maybe Friday night?" Kurt swallowed, although his throat felt dry.
"Like a date?" Blaine nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted his weight. It was the same stance that he had taken in the coffee shop, as if ready for rejection.
"I... would like that." Kurt's words caused Blaine's eyes to light up and a smile grace his face, making it very difficult for Kurt to ignore how happy it made him to make Blaine happy. This was really bad.
"So Friday it is then. I'll call you to make plans." Kurt lifted his messenger bag over his shoulder and looked around, as if weighing his options. He could say that he would see him later and just leave or he could...
Blaine stepped forward, slowly so that Kurt had time to move if he wanted to, but he didn't. When they were face to face, Kurt was surprised that he was the first to lean forward, pressing his lips to Blaine's. It felt natural and when they pulled away, they were both smiling.
"I'll call you." With one last look, Kurt made his way to the door. Rules of seduction state to always leave the other person wanting more. He shut the apartment door behind him, his shoulders sagging the moment he was out of sight, and nearly broke an ankle from running down the stairs so fast.
He hadn't even reached the building's main door when he realized what just happened. He set up a date for Friday night and Friday was his deadline. He chose to ignore the dread in the pit of his stomach, deciding rather to pull his phone out of his pocket and check to see if he had any messages.
He did. Three texts and a phone call, all from Stanley. The texts were the same 'Important message, call me.' Typing in his password, he checked his voicemail. He ended up stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, thankfully one that was rather deserted for the area, at Stanley's words.
"Kurt, learn to answer your texts. The deadline has been moved up, you have two days."
Two days. It was only Tuesday, and if these were left last night that meant he had to be done before Thursday. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He jogged the rest of the way to his borrowed apartment, unlocking the door and slamming it behind him. He tossed his bag down on the couch, pulling his phone back out of his pocket and punching in Stanley's number.
"Ah, Kurt. Nice of you to finally-"
"Why has the deadline moved?" Kurt didn't even give Stanley time to finish his sentence and his words came out rushed. He blamed on his lack of breath and pounding heart on the jog to the apartment, even if he wasn't sure that was entirely true.
"We don't ask questions Kurt, you know that." He did know that. And it was starting to annoy him. So Kurt sat on the edge of a creaky kitchen chair, his elbows pressed against his knees.
"Transfer me to Carlson." There was a sputtering on the other line and Kurt really, really wished he could see the man's face at his demand. His words painted enough of a picture though.
"You can't just... you don't just demand to talk to him. Frank is a busy man and-"
"And either you can transfer me to him or I can hang up and call him myself Stanley." There was silence before a loud sound, like Stanley had banged the phone against the table, before a few short tones and a steady ringing.
"Frank Carlson." This was the first time that Kurt had ever called the man, or been transferred in actually, but he had expected something a little more ominous from the man that planned hundreds of hits a year.
"Why was Bl... Anderson's deadline moved forward?" The change in calling Blaine by his name instead of Anderson or 'target' in his mind was a problem. He would have to rectify that.
"Ah, Kurt. See you got Stanley's message finally. It doesn't matter why, the request was put in and an extra forty grand was put up." Kurt started to rub at the headache that was forming.
"And you didn't ask why the deadline moved? What about why the contract was even requested? What did Anderson do?" Carlson laughed on the other side, soft and short.
"Do? Who says he had to do anything Hummel? We don't ask why, we don't care why. We get paid for our services. You knew this when you signed up."
Kurt's free hand tightened into a fist and he took a deep breath before speaking again.
"So he could have a contract out on him for looking at someone the wrong way and you don't care? What if he doesn't deserve it?" There was a silence on the other side that Kurt didn't like, a silence that told him that if they were in person, Calrson would be looking him over carefully.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were having second thoughts Hummel. Let me tell you this. If you want to think about changing careers, okay, you were always free to stop at any time. But you have a job to do. If you don't think you can do it for some reason, then you can fly your ass back home and I will send someone out there that can and will."
Kurt's hand fell limply at his side. He had nothing else he could do.
"Fine. I'll do it, but when I come back, I'm terminating my contract with you." The silence that followed was not as tense but Kurt still held his breath and waited.
"Your call. You have until midnight on Thursday." Then there was the dialtone, telling Kurt that Carlson had hung up.
What right did Carlson have to be angry? Kurt had signed a clause in the beginning that said if he wanted to terminate his status, he could. The only thing that kept them from keeping their members on for life was the clause that issued a gag order on every person that terminated. If they ever spoke about anything, told anyone what they did and for who, their family and friends would be in danger. Of course there were ways around it, but no one that had ever left had ever gone to the authorities.
This left Kurt with one thought, and that was Blaine. He didn't think that it was love at first sight or something stupid like that, because this wasn't highschool or a made for tv movie. This was real life where hormones controlled most of one's day to day decisions. He was physically attracted to Blaine. He would even go as far to say that he felt something for the man, but what that something was, Kurt wasn't sure. Could it be more than lust, sure. But whatever it was, Kurt had to get past it.
His deadline was moved up and he would do what he had to. He had a job to do.
A/N: Sorry for the wait everyone. I've kind of had a lot going on. I typed this up while waiting to go to the hospital, so there might be a few typos. I'm pretty sure I caught all of them, but if I didn't, please let me know.
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