Shoot to Kill

The group moved into the kitchen, with Sam in the lead and Blaine bringing up the rear. While they set their bags against the wall, Kurt keeping his messenger bag on his shoulder, Sam went to the coffee maker.

"I assume this is going to be a story that is going to require coffee. So I'm making coffee. There is food in the fridge, help yourself." Blaine stayed at the kitchen table while Kurt nearly pranced to the fridge. He was comfortable here, even if he had never been in this house before. He was comfortable with Sam. They fell into a routine, with Sam making the coffee and Kurt preparing finger sandwiches. He kept glancing back at Blaine to make sure that he was okay, and the man seemed to be a little out of his element. He went from watching Sam to watching Kurt and then back to watching Sam.

"How long have you been Felix?" Sam laughed, rubbing his hands over his arms through his long sleeved shirt.

"Almost three months. Damn near time to get a move on actually." Kurt could see Blaine's eyebrows raise at that and he smiled.

"Sam doesn't stick in one town for very long. He's a restless soul." Blaine nodded, mumbling a thank you to Sam as he placed a cup of coffee infront of him. He sat down across from him at the small kitchen table, leaving Kurt to sit between them.

"You still make coffee the exact same way Sam." Kurt had only sniffed his coffee before preparing it with the things available on the table before speaking, but it smelled weak. Sam laughed, rubbing a hand tiredly over the scarred half of his face.

"And you still pretend to own my kitchen." Kurt shrugged, pushing the sandwiches towards Blaine who refused. They sat in silence for a while, each sipping their coffees while Sam and Kurt fought over the small sandwiches on the table.

"Okay. So, story time." Kurt glanced at Blaine who gave a small smile before glancing back down at his now empty coffee cup. He had been quiet for a while, quiet and withdrawn. It made Kurt wonder if the severity of their situation had finally reached Blaine, who up until now had been so calm about everything.

Kurt launched into the story, watching both Sam and Blaine for their reactions. He explained how he had gotten the assignment, flew to New York and ran into Blaine. He completely skipped that they had effectively hooked up two nights ago, launching rather into the night where Blaine had found the pictures and Kurt hadn't been able to pull the trigger. This lead to him explaining that he had quit his job and was now on the run, dragging Blaine with him because he wanted to keep him safe. He also skipped over the conversation in the hotel room that morning, simply explaining that he had told Blaine how he had gotten into the business.

The entire conversation had gone by quickly, with Blaine staring intently at his empty mug and Sam nodding as he absorbed the information. At the end, he laughed and leaned backwards, reaching up and ruffling his hair while shaking his head.

"You've got yourself into some position. What about you, Blaine is it? Do you have anything to add?" Blaine glanced up and shook his head, however he was refusing to meet their eyes. Kurt had prided himself in not overanalysing every glance that Blaine gave him, but now he was working in overdrive. He hadn't known Blaine long enough to call him out on it, but Kurt would bet his ridiculously large collection of scarves that Blaine was holding something back.

"Well I'm sure you boys are tired. I've got a spare bedroom, with a bed and a futon. Come on, I'll show you the way." Kurt and Blaine grabbed their duffle bags and made their way into the bedroom that Sam showed them, with Blaine insisting that Kurt take the bed this time.

After Sam explained where the bathroom was, he gave a stern look to Kurt and left the room, shutting the door behind him as he did so. Kurt listened to the footsteps until they stopped before turning to watch Blaine. The older man had unzipped his bag and was pulling out night clothes, smiling tightly to Kurt before leaving the room to change in the bathroom. Kurt changed quickly in the privacy of the room and when Blaine returned, he crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm going to step out to talk to Sam for a while. I'll be quiet when I come back in." Blaine nodded, not saying anything, and laid down on the futon. Sam had told them where the extra blankets and pillows were but all Blaine used was a couch pillow and a thin sheet.

He shut the door behind him, wondering if Blaine would try to sneak out there to listen to them, but he knew it would be pointless. Blaine wouldn't be able to sneak up on two trained killers. Well, okay, maybe he would be able to sneak up on Kurt, but Sam was paranoid and well trained, he was better at being aware of his surroundings.

He found the once bottle-blond sitting on his couch, legs crossed under him and a laptop perched on his knees. He was scanning various news sources, probably looking for anything to do with Kurt and Blaine. Of course this made Kurt smack himself inwardly because he hadn't thought to do a check up.

"Anything useful?" Sam shook his head, moving to the side so that Kurt could join him.

"Good news is that nothing is showing up about you on my scans. The bad news is that nothing is showing up about him on my scans." Kurt cocked his head to the side and peered at the screen. There were two things running at the same time, layered over one another. The first was looking for Kurt Hummel and Henry Banks and New York, along with a few other keywords. The second one was looking for Blaine Anderson and New York, along with a few other key phrases. Neither of them were making any sort of progress.

"How is that possible?" Sam shook his head, typing into a few things and then going back to watch the scan.

"I don't know. You're off the radar and that means that Carlson isn't trying to get you arrested. But with Blaine not showing upn on any database? That's just a little odd, don't you think?" Kurt thought back to how Blaine had been acting recently and wanted to say that yes, it was odd, but bit his tongue.

"What do you think I should do? I don't want anything to happen to Blaine but Carlson won't drop it, I know he won't." Sam seemed to think hard, his eyes squinting at the laptop screen but he wasn't watching the scan, before putting the computer on the table. The volume was up so if it found anything, it would let them know.

"I have a feeling that you left out something. Care to fill me in on all of the details?" Kurt turned to look at the hallway, as if expecting to see Blaine standing at the bedroom door but it was shut.

"The night that I went to the bar to meet up with him... we ended up making out in the street and then went back to his place and kind of gave each other head." Sam nodded and Kurt had every intention of ending it there, he really did.

"In the hotel this morning, he asked me why I was doing this for him, why I put myself in this position. Why I was protecting him. And I kissed him. And he kissed back. Pretty enthusiastically if I do say so myself."

Sam leaned back, rubbing his scarred arm through his shirt before shaking his head lightly.

"Do you love him?" Kurt laughed loudly, cutting it off abruptly when he realized what he had done.

"I've only known him for a few days. Regardless that he was my target for most of it, no, I don't love him. I can't. Not after only a few days." Kurt did not believe in love at first sight and he was pretty sure that what he felt for Blaine wasn't love, just deep seeded attraction and affection fueled by enough sexual tension to kill a small town.

"Could you love him, if you had enough time?" That was something Kurt didn't want to answer, because he didn't know the answer. However now that the question had been posed, he couldn't stop thinking about it. If he was given ample amount of time, and this journey might just be that, he might possibly be able to fall in love with Blaine. Or at the very least start to love him, since being in love and loving someone were two very different things for him.

"What if I'm wrong though? What if I say yes and then I don't, or if I say no and then I do?" Sam wrapped his arm around Kurt's shoulders, squeezing him in the manly hug that Kurt had gotten so used to after being friends and then brothers with Finn.

"It's love Kurt, not brain surgery. So what if you're wrong?" Kurt laughed again, this time with a little less humor.

"I thought I was in love with Finn, and you remember how that happened. Thankfully he never brings that up because I would probably kill him on accident. And then I thought that I could have been in love with you, but you were apparently straight. Although with that dye job, I'm still questioning." Sam laughed and ran a hand through his hair, his natural color once again.

"But we all ended up as friends, didn't we? Finn doesn't treat you like you have the plague and you're the closest thing I have to family these days." Kurt sighed, leaning back against Sam's shoulder.

"Dave thought he was in love with me. How did that end?" Kurt didn't have to see Sam's face to know that he winced.

"He was also really messed up because he was confused. Do you think Blaine is confused?"

Kurt knew that Sam meant about his sexuality, not about other things, but he still refrained from answering. Instead he glanced at the laptop screen one more time and then stood up.

"I'm going to get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning." Sam nodded and scooted so that he was comfortable on the couch again, pulling his laptop back onto his lap. Kurt wanted to tell him to go to sleep but he knew that it was pointless. Sam would sleep whenever he got tired.

He tiptoed into the bedroom that he was sharing with Blaine and glanced at his form on the futon, his chest moving up and down evenly with sleep. There were a few things that Kurt wanted to ask him, but he knew they could wait until the morning. He climbed into the bed, sighing as he felt how much more comfortable it was compared to the couch he had slept on the night before.

When he jerked awake, Kurt wasn't sure what had woken him. There was an alarm clock that read 6:17 AM on the shelf in the corner so he had a feeling that he hadn't done it himself. He moved to rub at his eyes, to try to gather his wits, but his hand wouldn't move. Glancing down, he realized what must have woken him up.

Blaine had crawled into bed with him at some point and tossed an arm over his waist, pulling their bodies together and effectively pinning Kurt's hand down, one of his legs tossed over Kurt's legs. The older man was still asleep, but Kurt had a habit of not being able to sleep if he was completely restrained. And although he knew that he should get out of the bed, maybe wake Blaine up, or at the very least go back to sleep, Kurt's free hand had a different plan.

He reached up and traced a line from Blaine's temple down his cheek, skimming lightly over his lips and holding back on a shiver as his breath moved over his fingertips. He bit his own lip before letting his fingers trace down his jaw, feeling the scratch of Blaine's stubble on the pads of his fingers, and then down his neck, stopping on his collar bone.

He should move his hand, he should pretend to sleep, he should not be doing that. He should do a lot of things, but he wasn't. Instead, he was lightly running his fingers over Blaine's collar bone and trying to talk himself into stopping and feeling his eyes close against his will. Finally he pulled his hand away, turning his body so that he was facing Blaine and letting his hand fall between them, his head lowering to rest on the pillow that Blaine was using.

He would regret it if he woke up like this, still wrapped in Blaine. He would regret it and berate himself and probably throw a complete fit, but he knew that he would regret it more if he woke up and Blaine was back on the futon.

A/N: Thankfully FFnet fixed the review problem so I was able to reply. Here is chapter 12, with a few nods to canon and a little character development. There will be more Sam, for those of you that like my use of his character. And every time I keep saying Blaine's past will be mentioned, it's not. HE WANTS TO REMAIN A MYSTERY. I promise, all will be revealed in time. Plus, there is a little Kurt-molesting-Blaine-in-his-sleep going on. Scandalous.

TO THE ANON REVIEWER OF CHAPTER FIVE awkwardturtle: what do you mean, am I a Paulinian? I doubt I am because I don't know what it is, but now I'm curious.

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