Shoot to Kill

Kurt had decided to walk for a while, in the opposite direction that Drum had gone because he definitely did not want to run into him again, but he had no idea where he was going. He had his messenger bag, which included his gun and wallet and a few other items, but all of his clothes were in the back of Blaine's car, and fuck knows where that was. He really should have thought that whole "if you see trouble, drive away" thing if it meant he was stranded.

He ducked into a store as he saw a cop car in the distance, moving quickly to purchase new clothing and discarding his old, adding to the mix a jacket with a hood. He even bought a new messenger bag, although the dark blue one that he purchased was not as nice as the tan one he rolled up and stuck inside of it (he wasn't throwing it away, it was his favorite!). He had paid with Felix Reese's card, mentally counting up how much money he had used from there because he was going to need to ration it now.

Kurt had barely started walking again when he heard a car pull up beside him, driving slow. He did his best not to look over his shoulder because that was just asking for trouble. Instead he hiked his messenger bag a little higher on his shoulder, and kept his eyes forward. His memory of the street map was a little blank in places, but he was fairly certain there was a one way street coming up that he could turn down and lose whoever-

"It's rude to ignore people you know." Kurt spun around so fast that he nearly lost his footing, choking out a laugh as he did so. The car that was driving was a beaten up brown lump of metal, and the driver was a grinning Sam Evans.

"What the fuck?" Kurt moved infront of the car to the passenger side door, opening it with a loud creak and sitting down.

"Told you I'd stay close by, didn't I? Got a call from a relatively calm Blaine, explaining that you told him to ditch if anything came up. Smart move, by the way. For his part, he didn't freak out until he realized that he was alone and you were alone and you two were alone together, but not together. It was a very interesting one-sided conversation." Kurt rolled his eyes, although a little part of him was torn between elation that Blaine didn't just drive back to New York and worry because Blaine didn't know the hit was lifted. In fact, neither did Sam.

"By the way, I was able to get Drum to drop the contract." Sam gave him a glance, turning left and heading out of town.

"That would probably have something to do with the kiss and the gun that Blaine told me he saw? Why don't you start from the top, we have quite the drive ahead of us." Kurt wanted to ask where they were going, but he let that rest long enough to tell his story.

He explained how he found Drum in the shop, since he hadn't looked at the picture, along with the conversation they had had in there. Sam had snorted, obviously wanting to pipe in with his two cents, but kept quiet so that Kurt could continue. He then went to explain the little street confrontation, how he had seen Blaine's car and was trying to distract him, which was why Drum kissed him. Then the phone call, with Kurt's gun pressed into his chest.

"So that's it huh? The hit is off? That was easy." Kurt shook his head, leaning back into his seat.

"I don't think so Sam. I just can't shake this feeling that I've missed something. Something big." Sam shrugged, quickly turning it into cursing as the car started to shake. Kurt held onto the dashboard, his fingers trying to burrow into the plastic, as he tried to figure out what was going on. Did someone shoot out a tire? Did he run out of gas?

"Shh, Lulu, that's a good girl." Kurt glanced at him, eyebrow raised, and slowly let go of the dashboard as the car stopped shaking.

"Two things. One, what the fuck? Two, did you really name your car Lulu?" Sam gave him a mocking gasp, as if he was offended.

"Don't talk about my baby like that Kurt Hummel, or you can walk. Lulu has been with me since I quit the company. She's touchy, but she's dependable." Kurt glanced around at the vehicle they were in as if trying to find the dependable parts. After they laughed, Kurt decided to ask what had been on his mind for a bit.

"Where exactly are we going? And where is Blaine?" If Sam noticed that the second sentence sounded more important than the first, he rightfully ignored it.

"Blaine is driving to a hotel and we are meeting up with him. He said he'd text me when he found one off the beaten road. He's very accomadating, that boy of yours." Kurt raised an eyebrow and hoped that he wasn't blushing.

They drove in silence for a while, with Kurt leaning against the headrest and just watching the scenery pass. Sam would every now and then talk to Lulu, although she didn't do the shaking stunt again. Although with how much his stomach was in knots, Kurt was thinking that he would probably get out and walk on his own if it did that again.

Although he wanted to be happy that the hit was lifted, and he really was, part of him knew that he was missing something. Something had been said, a hint had been dropped in the past few days, and he just hadn't paid it enough attention. He sat there, running over every little thing it could possibly be, but he was drawing a blank. Actually, he was drawing a rather spectacular mental image of Blaine laid out underneath him naked, but that was completely off topic.

A beeping sound came from Sam's side of the car and he glanced down at his lap before looking back up at the interstate. He fumbled with his phone, still watching the road, until looking down to read the text.

"He's found an out of the way motel. Should I tell him one room or two?" He sent a look to Kurt, wagging his eyebrows as he did so, and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"One room. Two beds." Sam mumbled something, that sounded a lot like 'If you two start getting it on...' before typing back to Blaine. The next beep came in and Sam read it a few times, glancing up to check the road signs, before sending one back.

"He's actually not that far from where we are, we should be there in thirty minutes. Would you like me to pull over so you can get pretty?" Kurt crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he did so.

"Are you saying I'm not pretty already?" Sam looked him over and then turned back to the road, smirking so that the scars tightened around his mouth.

"You're always pretty Hummel, just that if you're going to be spending quality time with the guy you want to tap, you might want to lose the button up plaid shirt. You're awfully close to being a hipster." Kurt glanced down at his outfit and rolled his eyes.

"So many things about that statement is wrong. Just so many."

It was easy between the two of them, it always had been. Even in highschool, while Sam was on the football team and Kurt was the gay kid, they both bonded through Glee. Sam was one of the very few people at McKinley that didn't harrass him or make fun of him, although in time they were able to do mutual, good natured ribbing. Kurt laughed at his hair and Sam made fun of his diva attitude. The company changed them both, gave Sam the scars and Kurt a different outlook on life, and gave them both memories that neither of them wanted.

"This is our exit." As Sam pulled onto the exit ramp, he glanced down to send another text to Blaine before trying to find which way to turn. Two left turns later and they were pulling into one of the motels where each room was laid out in a strip instead of in a building together. Blaine's car was parked infront of room 12, so they stepped out of the car and headed towards the door. Before they reached it though, it opened to reveal Blaine.

"Hey." He was smiling, although not even trying to hide the fact that was looking Kurt over (probably for visible signs of wounds or injury, but also because Kurt looked pretty good in skinny jeans and plaid button ups). Sam held his hands up, struggling under the two heavy bags he was pulling with him, and moved out of the way so that the two men could properly greet each other.

Properly greeting each other included Blaine grabbing the collar of Kurt's shirt and pulling him forward, pressing their lips together tightly. Kurt could hear Sam telling them to get a room, but he simply flipped him off before grabbing the back of Blaine's head and tilting him just enough so that he could slant their mouths together, making it easier to slip his tongue inside.

When the pulled away, Blaine's eyes were a little unfocused and Kurt was pretty sure he was the same.

"Hi." They smiled and Blaine stepped back so that Kurt could fully enter the room and shut the door. Sam had his back to the pair, setting up his computers on the desk in the far corner in favor of watching the hormone-driven reuinon.

At that point, Kurt led Blaine to the bed, sitting down beside him and explaining what had happened after he drove off. He went over his conversation with Drum in the shop, not smoothing over the fact that he put out the hit because he was drunk and rejected, that he openly flirted with Kurt while talking about having his ex killed, and honestly do these trust fund kids not have any tact? He then explained that he was worried Drum would see and recognize Blaine's car, hence why he pushed him against the wall. He watched Blaine's face change when he explained that Drum had leaned forward to kiss him, wondering what that meant for Blaine.

After the many array of emotions had crossed Blaine's face, Kurt explained that the hit was off. He ran over the fact that Drum was incapable of opening another hit, a clause in contract that Kurt had forgotten was added recently, but Blaine had a question.

"Couldn't he... I don't know, couldn't he get someone else to do it? He pay them, they do the dirty work?" Kurt shook his head.

"No, we do our homework for certain cases. You're name is already in the database so if it pops up again, Carlson would require a great deal of research before he allows it. He's really picky about the reputation of the company." Kurt tried not to laugh, but the more they talked about the company and Carlson, the more Kurt realized he would have to get in touch with him soon, to officially terminate his contract and sign the appropriate papers.

"So it's over? No more looking over my shoulder, they'll lift the blacklist on my name? It's done." Kurt nodded, looking down at his hands. He imagined that he should probably say something, probably explain the feeling he had in the bottom of his stomach that something was going to go wrong, but he didn't. Instead he nodded again and glanced up, smiling as he did so.

Because as much as Kurt didn't know what this meant for the two of them, he knew what this meant for Blaine. He was safe once again, and that was enough for Kurt. He stood up, glancing at Sam's hunched back next to his laptop and rolled his eyes.

"I'm going to go for a walk. I'll be back soon." Sam nodded, not even bothering to look over his shoulder as he did so. Blaine was watching him, almost like he wanted to ask something, but settled for nodding and scooting so that he could lay down on the bed, tossing his arm over his eyes as he did so.

Kurt pulled his gun from his messenger bag, tucking it into the waistband of his pants, and left the room. He was sure that the action had gone unnoticed by the other two, but it didn't really matter. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was growing and he really needed time to think.

While he walked, he lost track of time. Slowly the sun started to disappear and darkness started to take over the path he had been walking, so Kurt turned back the way he had gone. He'd done a few laps, so it wasn't like he was miles away, but he knew he had to get back. Sam would have started worrying by now.

The motel was just barely in view when he realized he could hear someone else's feet on the gravel. There was no one infront of him, so that meant behind him. He crossed his arms over his chest, so that whoever was back there wouldn't see his hand reaching down to glide over the gun pressed against his stomach. Knowing it was there was what comforted Kurt as he twirled around to face whoever was behind him.

That 'whoever' turned out to be a very familiar face.

"Drake?" The man in question smiled, which Kurt added to the list of things that was giving him an uneasy feeling about this. Drake never smiled, and when he did... things never ended well.

"Good to see you Kurt, as always." Kurt glanced around, almost expecting other members of the company to appear, but it seemed they were alone.

"What are you doing here?" Drake shrugged, looking around at the trees before moving forward, easy and slow. Kurt was on alert, because he had only had a few interactions with Drake but none of them made him think that anything Drake did was slow.

"Enjoying the sights. I was on a job, but I got called off of it." Kurt felt something moving up his spine... fear.

"And you just so happened to stumble upon me?" Drake smirked, his upper lip curling up just enough that Kurt could see his teeth, one on the far left missing from a fight.

"Something like that."

Even though it was just a guess, Kurt was pretty sure he knew what job Drake had been on. He stepped back, which just encouraged Drake to take two quick steps forward. Kurt let himself look over Drake's stance and zeroed in on his left hand, a dark object hanging there. Fuck. He had a gun.

"Small world." Drake laughed, stepping forward. Kurt knew that running would be pointless, and he didn't have nearly enough time to get his own gun level before Drake would shoot, so he moved forward. The best defense is a good offense, right? That is what they say, right? Or was Kurt seriously that bad at sport metaphors?

"You know that invisible hack that your friend Sam was using? It's not as invisible as he thinks." Kurt's stomach tightened and he could feel that fear that had been climbing his spine start to get colder. He could face a hundred unprepared people, he could face thousands of people that had no idea what was coming, but he could not face another trained (and definitely trained better) hitman. This was going to end badly.

"The contract is off Drake." Drake smiled, raising his left hand so that the gun was level with Kurt's chest.

"The contract on Anderson, yes. I'm on a new assignment." Kurt didn't spare that a thought, because he really didn't have a second to spare, and threw himself forward. There was the familiar sound of a gun, although how sweet of him to use a silencer, just as he collided with Drake's midsection. The bullet hadn't hit him, at least not that he could tell, so he tackled the bigger man and raised his fist, letting it collide with Drake's nose.

It took a second for Drake to shift their position, so that he was on top of Kurt and he punched him twice in the side. His ribs felt like they were breaking, but he hadn't heard a crack so he was pretty sure they hadn't yet. It was there that he noticed that Drake was punching him with a closed fist and trying to strangle him at the same time, so he must have lost his gun. Kurt stopped struggling to get out of his grip and let his hand grasp around his own gun, but he wasn't quick enough.

Drake knocked the weapon from his hand and lunged for it, his legs colliding with Kurt's chest and his foot connecting with Kurt's cheekbone as he scrambled for the item. Kurt spun away, clambering to his feet and lunging at Drake again, but not in time to get the gun away.

This time, the gunshot was not silenced. And this time, Kurt knew the bullet had hit. His right arm was burning, but at least it was just his arm and not his forehead or chest. He lunged forward, throwing his entire weight into the tackle, knocking Drake to the ground. The gun had skittered off and in the dark, Kurt couldn't find it. Instead he pulled back his left arm and punched Drake in the temple, hopefully hard enough to at least stun him.

That done, Kurt took off towards the motel. His chest was hurting from adrenaline and pain and having the breath knocked out of him, but he kept running. His arm was constantly getting jarred, although he was trying to hold it steady, but he didn't care. His mind was flashing images of what he would find when he got to the room, if either of them would be there or alive or...

He heard a yell from behind him, alerting him that Drake was running after him. At least he wasn't shooting at him yet. When he finally made it to the motel, he sprang over the bushes that lined the side and counted the doors.

1, 2, 3... Drake was yelling at him and sounded closer... 4, 5, 6... his arm was burning and his hand was starting to ache from the grip on his elbow... 7, 8, 9... both cars were still in the parking lot and there weren't any other vehicles around... 10, 11, 12!

Kurt burst through the door, slamming it shut behind him. Sam and Blaine jumped from where they had been sitting, heads bent together while talking, and stared at him.

"What's going on? Are you... is that blood?" Blaine moved forward, but he barely got two steps in before Kurt was calling out, trying to warn them about what was about to happen, when the door was kicked open, knocking into Kurt and making him fall.

Drake glanced around the room, his gun moving from Blaine, standing only a few feet away, to Sam, who was still perched on the bed, to Kurt on the floor. He grinned, that same horrible grin from before, but before he could pull the trigger, Blaine had tackled him, in much the fashion Kurt had perfected outside.

The moment Drake hit the ground, Blaine shot back up and moved away, knowing that he was not going to be a help past that. Kurt kicked Drake in the face, twice and hard, while Sam moved over to grab the gun he had dropped, pointing it at him. His hand was shaking and Kurt wanted to tell him to hand it to him, he knew how much this was going to fuck Sam up, but he could barely move. The pain in his arm had intensified the moment he had gotten knocked over.

Instead of shooting him, Sam bent down and pistol-whipped him twice so that Drake was knocked unconscious.

"Fuck." That coming from Kurt seemed to draw all attention back to him, Sam and Blaine kneeling on either side of him.

"What the fuck happened?" Kurt grimaced as Sam helped him sit up, then helped him stand up, with some help from Blaine on the other side. Blaine was staring at the wound, the blood that had drenched his shirt sleeve and slowly making its way down his arm, pooling into the crease of his elbow.

"I got shot with my own gun, that's what the fuck happened. Sam, shit, that fucking hurt by the way." Sam nodded and partially dragged him into the bathroom, dumping him on the floor of the shower. Kurt watched him go into the room and grab one of his bags, hauling that into the tiny bathroom.

"Sam... Blaine..." Blaine was sitting stiff next to the door, staring at his hands that now had Kurt's blood on them. Sam nodded to Kurt and stepped into the room, shutting the bathroom door so Kurt couldn't see what was going on or hear what was said.

He positioned himself in the shower so that Sam would be able to get to the wound. He took off his shirt, tearing it into shreds. The cleanest part he used as a gag, rolling it so that he could bite down on it. The bullet had torn through the fleshy part of his arm, missing his bone thank fuck, but it was still ugly. The entrance wound was small but the exit wound was nasty.

When Sam came back in, he shut the door behind him and sunk to his knees, inspecting the bullet hole before tearing into his bag.

"This is going to hurt like a bitch, just so you know." He pulled out a needle first, local anesthetic that wouldn't do more than numb the pain for a little bit while Sam cleaned the wound. After that, he pulled out the sewing kit. Knowing this is where most of the pain was going to come from, Kurt bit down on the gag he had made and nodded to Sam, squeezing his eyes shut and leaning backwards to brace himself.

Kurt bore down against the pain, the gag swallowing most of his cries. He couldn't even stand to watch Sam sew it shut, even though he had done this for Sam once before. It was different when it was his own skin, his own pain threshold that was being fucked sideways.

Afterwards, Kurt's arm wrapped in about ten layers of gauze and pale, they moved to the main room where Kurt could see what Sam had done while Kurt was preparing himself. A torn sheet was being used as restraints for Drake, who was still unconscious, and Blaine was standing near the window, glancing out every now and then.

"What the hell was that all about?" Kurt shrugged his good arm, moving to Blaine's side and pressing his hand lightly to his shoulder. Blaine glanced at him, not looking down at his bare chest or bandaged arm.

"He was on assignment, I think he was the one Carlson sent to finish my job before Blaine and I left New York. He said he's on a new assignment. He found us through your not-so-invisible hack Sam." Sam cursed under his breath, grabbing his laptop and typing fast.

While he was distracted, Kurt turned back to Blaine and raised his good hand to put it on his cheek, forcing him to look away from the window and face him.

"Are you okay?" It was a stupid question, because through all of this... this was his first taste of just how real this was. At least it wasn't his arm with a hole in it. Although, the fact that it was Kurt's arm might have been part of the problem.

Blaine nodded, saying something under his breath before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Kurt's. It was soft and light, comforting in its own way. The only pulled away when Sam spoke from the other side of the room.

"Fuck. Just fucking fuck fuck fuck." Kurt moved to look over his shoulder, reading the information presented there.

"Are you fucking kidding me? No. Of course you aren't. Fuck." Blaine was still next to the window, staring at them with wide eyes.

"What's going on?" Kurt spun around, marching over to where Drake was propped against the wall and kicked him in the side. The man was still unconscious, so it didn't seem to matter.

"They've put a fucking target on the back of my head." Blaine's wide eyes grew even wider, moving to where the laptop was and trying to understand all of the terms there.

"Who, Matthew?" Kurt shook his head but he was shaking too hard to be able to say anything. Sam filled in for him.

"No. Carlson, the guy that runs the company."

A/N: I could not end this chapter... it just kept going. That being said, I don't know if the next one will be the last one or not. I don't want to have the climax and the end in the same chapter, so it will most likely be another long chapter for 20 and then 21 be a little shorter with more closure. Also, I have two Blaine POVs and one Sam POV to post once everything is done. Go to my tumblr if you want to read my Behind the Scenes posts. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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