Shoot to Kill

The rain was coming down hard, making it difficult for Kurt to get oriented. Blaine's apartment was one way, but would Blaine go home after that? He didn't have time to go ring Blaine's doorbell, the other hitman could be in town right now. This made Kurt make a speedy decision, one he hoped he wouldn't regret.

He darted the direction he would go if he was walking to Blaine's apartment. Finding a cab out this was would be difficult, especially in this weather, so Kurt felt safe assuming that Blaine would be walking. He hoisted his duffle bag higher on his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his messenger bag on his other shoulder to make sure that the gun was there. Not that he had expected it to have run away between his apartment and the street, but he needed to know it was there. He had a distinct feeling he would be using it sometime soon.

His clothes were getting soaked but for once he wasn't worried about fashion or his looks. All Kurt could think about was Blaine. He could not let something happen to him. Not like this, not out here.

He was getting hopeless, and really close to Blaine's apartment, when he spotted a figure wearing a black tshirt hunched in on themself standing under an awning a little ways away. He wanted to call out, to get his attention, but that might be a bad idea. Instead he quickened his steps until he was only a few feet away.

"Blaine?" The man in questioned whipped around and stepped back until his back hit the wall, then stepped forward so that he was no longer under the awning.

"Henry? What the fuck?" Kurt reached out, effectively pushing Blaine back under the awning without touching him. Blaine moved backwards, not wanting Kurt's hand on him. The part of him that was hurt by that was over thrown by necessity.

"You have to come with me." Blaine's face went from confusion to straight incredulity and Kurt didn't blame him. The person that was just waving a gun in their face less than ten minutes before was trying to get him to follow him somewhere.

"I don't have to do anything, but you better fucking explain what the hell just happened! There were pictures of me, and a gun, and you... I thought you were going to kill yourself or something. I was going to call the cops but it was just too weird." Kurt let out a visible sigh that he hadn't actually called the cops. That was the last thing he needed. Or at least one of the last things.

"Wait. I pulled a gun on you and you thought that I was going to kill myself?" Blaine shrugged, gesturing wildly as he tried to explain his reasoning.

"I find all of these pictures of me and I... I don't know, fuck. I thought you were obsessed with me. And then you tell me to leave and I thought you were upset because I knew. I don't know, I watch too many movies. But I do know this. I'm not going anywhere with you unless you tell me what in the fuck that was all about."

Kurt glanced over his shoulder as a car drove by, just a little faster than probably smart in this weather. He moved forward a bit more, hoping that they were distorted enough in the rain that if it was the next hitman, he wouldn't know it was them.

"I promise I will answer all of your questions, and more. I will tell you everything. But you have to come with me. Now." His voice was desperate, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides with his urge to reach forward and just drag Blaine after him.

"I don't have to do anything." Kurt refrained from grabbing his gun and forcing him to go with him. That would draw too much attention. Plus, the entire point of this was that Kurt wanted Blaine to trust him. Trust.

"Do you trust me?" Those words, like most around Blaine, were not ones that he had planned on saying. That didn't stop him from holding his breath and waiting for an answer.

"Are you kidding me? No. Of course not." Kurt shrugged, almost as if saying it was worth a try, and looked around. He needed something, some leverage other than his gun, because he had to get Blaine somewhere safe and soon.

His head snapped up as Blaine stepped forward, almost touching Kurt as he did so, but he moved around him. Kurt turned quickly, moving a hand as if to grab his arm but stopped just short.

"What are-" Blaine didn't give him time to finish his question.

"Well let's go. I want answers and you want me to follow you. Maybe I'm an idiot. Lead away."

Kurt nearly choked on his air with that, but he found it best not to ask questions. Instead he looked both ways down the road, rain dripping down his face and into his collar, before moving to the car infront of him.

"Are you... are you stealing a car?" Kurt rolled his eyes as he looked around again, making sure no one was nearby.

"I pointed a gun at you, you thought I was going to kill you or myself, and you find me stealing a car offensive?" Blaine moved forward, wrapping a hand around Kurt's elbow.

"I have a car." That was news, because there definitely had not been anything in the packet about Blaine Anderson owning a car. Instead he abandoned the car he was standing at and let Blaine drag him down the sidewalk, ducking under awnings if a car started towards them.

"You'll uh... probably want to grab a few things."

They were going up the stairs in the apartment when Kurt mumbled that, not knowing how Blaine was going to take it. He turned to face him, an eyebrow raised as he did so.

"Wait. Are you kidnapping me now?" The sound that Kurt made was either a laugh or a groan, he wasn't sure.

"Only if you think about it technically. I am kind of asking your cooperation so not really?" He let his head thump against the wall and opened his eyes, which he didn't remember closing, to see that Blaine was staring at his neck rather intently.

"Yea. Well come on in. I'll pack something. Is there a dress code on this kidnapping?"

"Comfortable."

Kurt had to bite his tongue to keep from saying 'and probably something you wouldn't mind potentially getting blood on'. He followed Blaine up the rest of the stairs and waited for him to unlock the door, but when he moved to go in, Kurt stopped him. Reaching one hand into his messenger bag, he stepped into the house. Whoever Carlson had sent probably had Blaine's address. He moved with him throughout the apartment and when they reached his room, Kurt moved to stand at the door.

While Blaine packed a bag, Kurt looked around the room. It looked exactly the same as when he had left that morning. Oh god, had it only been that morning? He let his eyes move over the room, refusing to stop at the bed, and ended up watching Blaine shove clothing into a duffle bag about the same size as the one that Kurt was lugging around. He watched him for a few moments longer before he realized something.

"If I go to the bathroom, will you make a break for it?" Blaine looked up, eyeing Kurt from the other side of the room.

"I said I was going with you, I'll stick with my word." Kurt took that to mean that no, he wouldn't make a break for it, and made his way to the bathroom in the hallway.

After relieving himself, Kurt started to wash his hands. His reflection in the mirror over the sink told him that he looked half drowned, but he didn't have time to worry about his appearance. They would be in Blaine's car and on the road soon, hopefully, so it wasn't that important. As he was turning to leave, he noticed something. Probably the same something that Blaine had noticed.

There was a hickey on his neck, a nice purple hickey. He hadn't even noticed it before. Knowing it was there now, and that Blaine had seen it, made Kurt feel... something. He popped the collar of his jacket, hoping that would do to keep it covered and keep him from having water down his shirt again, and opened the door. Blaine was writing something on a sheet of paper that was taped to the door that Kurt remembered belonged to Wes.

"Ransom note?" Honestly, he was acting a lot more at ease than he was feeling. Blaine glanced over and shook his head.

"Telling Wes that you and I are going away for a few days. Would you like to read it?" Kurt shook his head. He would give this to Blaine, although he really did want to read it. Partially out of morbid curiosity because it was going to sound like some lover's retreat compared to what it was. And partially because he did want to make sure that Blaine wasn't telling Wes to call the cops, that he had been kidnapped.

If he wanted to be trusted, he would have to show trust. But that did not mean he was letting his gun out of his sight.

"Come on. My car is in the parking deck down the block." They left the apartment, Blaine locking the door behind them, in silence. Kurt did his best to keep a few paces away from Blaine at all times, even when he knew that it would be better to huddle for warmth once they got back outside. And when they did get back outside, there was a strong gust of wind that nearly knocked them both over.

"You driving I guess?" Kurt nodded and, with reflexes that he usually didn't show, caught the keys that were tossed his ways. Blaine looked momentarily impressed before he turned back to continue leading the way.

The car was small, red, and looked fast. That was all Kurt needed to know before climbing into the driver seat, tossing his duffle into the back with Blaine's and putting his messenger bag between him and the door.

"Have you taken good care of her?" Blaine nodded, smiling at the car fondly as he slid into the passenger seat.

"Of course." Kurt nodded, narrowing his eyes as he started the engine. And oh did it purr.

"Good." With that he whipped out of the parking lot, skidding sideways as he tried to straighten it out a bit. Blaine's eyes were wide, one hand clenched on the dashboard and the other in the door, but he was smiling. Kurt knew how to drive, and he knew how to drive very well.

They were silent for only twenty minutes, a silence that was only interrupted by the rain on the windshield and the horns from the cars they passes at ridiculous speeds. If Blaine noticed that they were heading out of the city, out of the state really, he didn't mention anything. However finally the silence got to be too much for the older man because he did end up breaking it first.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on now?" Kurt glanced over at him before snapping his attention back to the road.

"Not yet. I think it's probably a conversation that requires my full attention." Blaine nodded, leaning back in the seat and watched Kurt. It was unnerving, Kurt was not used to being stared at by someone that wasn't Carlson (or his dad).

"What about your name?" Kurt glanced over at him again, this time letting the look linger before turning back to the road. They were on the interstate, heading south. Kurt really had no idea where they were going, he just knew they had to go somewhere.

"What about it?" Blaine laughed, relaxing his stance just enough that Kurt would have almost called him at ease.

"I know your name isn't Henry."

"What makes you say that?" Kurt swerved into the left lane to pass a car, swerving back once they were out of sight.

"When you told me not to call you Henry in the apartment earlier. Plus you really don't look like a Henry. And the fact that you always looked like someone was twisting your arm out of socket if I said it. "

Kurt wanted to laugh because he had thought he was a better actor than that. It seemed that nothing went as planned around Blaine.

"Kurt. My name is Kurt."

At that, Kurt chanced a look sideways. Blaine mouthed the word before smiling lightly.

"Now that I believe."

A/N: I wrote this in a rush last night so excuse any typos. I know it is probably a little unrealistic that Blaine would go with Kurt so easily, but that will be addressed in a later chapter. I thought I'd let this one end on a slightly better note than the last chapter, haha, sorry about the cliffhanger by the way.

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