Shoot to Kill

Kurt fully expected Blaine to have left the bed when he woke up, but he was pleasantly surprised. Blaine was awake but had not moved, his arms tight around Kurt's waist and his face pressed into Kurt's neck. The only way that Kurt knew he was awake, because he couldn't see his face, was that he was drawing miscellanious shapes and patterns against his back, under the shirt Kurt had put on before going to sleep.

He couldn't see the clock from his position, but the light coming in from the window told him it had to still be early morning. And no matter how much he wanted to get up, he also wanted to stay right there. But however much he wanted to stay right there, he knew he had to get up. Not wanting to break the moment completely, because he was really not sure when the next time something like this would happen, Kurt slowly pulled his head back to look down at Blaine.

Blaine's eyes were open and when Kurt moved back, he let them wander up to his eyes. They watched each other for a moment before Kurt finally pulled away some more, putting just enough distance between them that they were still touching, but only just.

He wanted to say something, maybe ask why Blaine was in his bed, but he couldn't make himself. Instead he just raised the hand that had somehow gotten trapped between them and pressed it against Blaine's neck, about at the place that Kurt had a hickey on his own neck.

"Fuck." Blaine maneuvered them awkwardly, fumbling to get his arms from around Kurt's waist, and grasped his hips. With a firm grip, he rolled them over just enough so that Blaine was now ontop of Kurt and before Kurt could make a sound (of protest or encouragement, he wasn't really sure at this point), Blaine lowered his head and found the spot on Kurt's neck that he had left not too long ago.

Kurt lost his ability to form a coherent thought while Blaine sucked on the still tender spot, running his teeth over the bruise and then running his tongue back up. The only thing that Kurt could coherently think was that yes, this felt really good. With a little urging from Blaine's hands, their hips met as Kurt arched up a bit. He was hard and Blaine was hard and this was a bad fucking decision.

"Kurt you need to get- wow." Kurt sat up so quickly that he upended Blaine, who barely had enough sense to catch himself before he tumbled off the bed. Sam was standing in the doorway, his face stuck somewhere between humor and horror, and trying his damnedest to look anywhere but their very obvious erections.

"Uh, well, you two take a minute. But Kurt, I really need to talk to you. And uh, yea, you should come too Blaine." Sam made gesture, something of a salute, and shut the door as he left the room.

With Sam gone and the awkwardness already getting tangible in the room, Kurt shot off of the bed and moved to his duffle bag. Once he was there however, he realized that he would want to shower before getting dressed and he might as well not even bother. So he took a moment to cool himself down, noticing that Blaine had not moved from the bed, before heading to the door. At the door he glanced behind him once more before barely refraining from darting from the room.

Sam was at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee, the scent stronger than last night's, and he barely avoided laughing as the two made eye contact.

"Well that was interesting." Kurt shot him a stern look before pouring his own cup of coffee, pulling down a second cup for Blaine.

"Don't even. Seriously." He sat down and waited for Blaine to come out of the bedroom, which only took a few minutes. Once they were all seated around the kitchen table, the coffee waking them all up, Sam cleared his throat.

"There's something I need to show you two." He left his cup on the table and moved into the living room to grab his laptop, putting it on the table and angling it so that Kurt and Blaine could see it. He moved to stand beside Kurt while they read the information. It only took Kurt a minute to get all of the information, but Blaine seemed to be reading and rereading it multiple times.

"Wow. This is just... is this legitimate?" Sam nodded and took a sip from his cup, glancing from Kurt to Blaine.

"It's an invisible hack that I used on one of the office worker's at the company. It caught it a few hours ago while I was asleep." Kurt took the time to glance at the clock and sigh, it was only nine in the morning.

"Wait. I don't... it says that my identity has been erased?" Kurt glanced over at Blaine and then to Sam. He knew that Sam would be better at explaining it all since he was always more into this part of their job anyways.

"Just from public eye, so that anyone searching for you won't be able to find you. If this gets fixed, it won't affect you any." Sam caught Kurt's glare at the 'if' but did not change his statement because the truth of it was, this was a very large 'if'.

"But what does that do?" Sam's eyes looked heavy, from exhaustion no doubt, but he still found it in him to give a small, sad smile.

"It means Carlson is trying to tie up loose ends. With you and Kurt on the run, and them unable to find you, he has to go to backup plans."

Blaine's head snapped to Kurt, his eyes stern and his fingers clenching into fists on the table.

"What about your friends and family Kurt? He could take them in order to get you to turn me in. This is just pointless. We aren't going to win. Just stop it now before it gets ugly." Sam's eyes widened and he stepped back, knowing that there was probably going to be an explosion.

"I didn't risk my life and my family and friends' lives just so I could hand you back to them Blaine. He won't go after my family because there is a no hostage clause in my contract so if he breaks that, I can go to the cops and have his operation taken down. Now Sam, do you have any suggestions on what we should do?"

Sam's eyes were wider than before because Kurt's voice had been almost completely calm as he stated that. He had expected some sort of scene, especially coming from one Kurt Hummel.

"There are two options, although both flawed. The first is that you could find the person that put the contract out and have them terminate it. The second is that you could use your own money to pay out the contract. The flaws with having the person terminate the contract is that they might not want to, even with a gun to their head. The flaw with the second is that if you pay out the contract, the person who put it into effect might just put another one out on him."

Kurt reached up to rub at his forehead and then looked over at Blaine. It was now or never.

"I have told you everything Blaine. I'm risking my life to protect you. Now it's time for you to step up. What do you know?" Blaine leaned back into the kitchen chair, looking anywhere but Kurt and Sam, until his eyes rested on the laptop screen.

"Ever since I read the packet, I knew exactly who put the hit out on me. At least, I think I know. I might be wrong. I just don't know what would be worse. Accusing someone and being wrong or accusing someone and being right."

Sam tilted his head to the side and tried not to laugh.

"How about not accusing anyone and being killed?" Kurt shot him a glare and then turned back to Blaine.

"Who do you think it is?" Blaine sighed, raising his hands to cover his face. With another sigh, he let them drop to his lap.

"Those pictures in the packet you let me see, they were all pictures that I had at my house in Westerville. Pictures that only my parents and grandparents would have access to. So my thought is that it was either my father or one of his parents."

And just like that, Kurt understood why Blaine had been acting strange, why he had been so disturbingly calm about the whole thing. He wasn't calm, he was in shock. He thought that his family had put out a hit on him. Kurt knew that if he suspected someone in his immediate family to want to have him killed, he would be a complete mess but try to hide it. And however much he wanted to reach out and cover one of Blaine's hands with his own, after the little excursion in the bedroom, he wasn't sure that was the best idea.

"Why?" Kurt hated how small his voice sounded, and he knew that this might not be something that Blaine wanted to share, but damn it all if he was going to just take it for what it was worth. He had to know.

"There are a lot of reasons. They've never accepted me, I'm a disgrace, I spent their money on a college that I dropped out of. Take your pick." Blaine stood up, a little too quickly and the chair scooted back to far and knocked into the wall. Blaine looked at it and then at Sam and apologized, moving from the room and out onto the porch.

Sam put a hand on Kurt's shoulder and moved out of the room, following the path that Blaine had just taken, shutting the front door behind him. And as much as Kurt wanted to move forward and listen to the conversation, he knew he shouldn't. Instead he walked into the bedroom and grabbed his clothes, moving into the bathroom.

When he was finished with his shower, Kurt dressed and dried his hair, staring at himself in the mirror. Between the conversation he had had with Sam and the feelings that Blaine caused in him and the fact that Blaine's own flesh and blood might have put a hit out on him, his feelings were everywhere. And once he was sure that Blaine and Sam would be done with their conversation, he finally stepped out of the bathroom. Blaine was sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers laced and elbows resting on his knees. Kurt tried to move past him to drop his clothes, but Blaine's hands were wrapped around his wrist and he found that his feet wouldn't move.

"About... about what happened. This morning. In here." Blaine's voice was soft, comforting in a way that reminded Kurt of the Blaine that was telling Henry that New York was big but he'd make his mark on it some day. Blaine was going through turmoil and he was comforting Kurt over a surprise attack while in bed together.

"I'm going to be honest with you Blaine, since I think honesty is something that you and I need right now. I feel something for you, and it kind of scares me. For a lot of reasons. I want... I would like to see where this could go, but I don't want to get into it right now. Relationships that start under intense circumstances never last."

Blaine still had his hand wrapped around Kurt's wrist and he used it to pull Kurt a little closer, smiling as he did so.

"Did you just quote Speed in a serious conversation?" Kurt wrinkled his nose and then shrugged, trying to stop the smile he could feel coming.

"Maybe. Possibly. Don't judge me. But the fact remains that it's true." Blaine stood up, still not letting go of Kurt's wrist.

"Are you saying you want to think about something happening between us?" The words coming out like that had Kurt biting his lip, glancing down at his wrist in Blaine's hand, and nodded.

"I think so. But not... not right now. And potentially not for a while. I think we should focus on getting you safe, keeping you safe, and then potential happenings." Blaine smiled, a softer and more open smile than Kurt had seen since this all had started.

"I think I can handle that." He leaned forward and pressed his lips very softly to the corner of Kurt's mouth and, acknowledgement to both of their restraint, they pulled away after a second. They had a lot they needed to figure out before they could even think about anything else, mainly what they should do about Blaine's contract.

A/N: Hah! Told you there would be fluff! And Blaine finally explaining why he had been acting funny and calm and yea. Also: I fully intend to write a drabble on what happened between Sam and Blaine on the porch. It might be posted on my tumblr soon, along with a few other drabbles I have based off of this. And at the end of this story, whenever that is, I'll post them as extras on here.

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