AN: So yeah, here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Glee. Other than my incredible fangirlness.

It felt as though the weekend would never end.

And part of Blaine wondered why it ever should. He'd spent all of Saturday happily in his dorm with Kurt. They cuddled and kissed, boy did they kiss, watched movies and held hands. And much to Blaine's pleasure when Kurt got up and walked to go sleep in Danny's bed, he listened to Blaine and stayed in his bed. Nothing had ever made Blaine as happy as waking up to Kurt's arms around his neck, his head resting gently on Blaine's neck and their legs all tangled together.

But another part of Blaine, the darker part of Blaine, knew it was a good thing that it was six o'clock Sunday evening. Things needed to be done and he hadn't even gotten a start, other than listing things in his notebook. Though planning is all well and good, this part of Blaine realized actions needed to be taken. So as strange as it was part of Blaine was excited Sunday night, realizing it was only a few short hours until Monday and he'd have the opportunity to make his plans reality.

But the part of Blaine that was content to cuddle with Kurt until the end of time, was willing to make the most of the afternoon. He had plans and damn it they'd be acted on one way or another.

Blaine was determined to make all of this as special as he could for Kurt. Kurt wasn't used to being treated the way he should, always held back, always restricted, never allowed to be who he wanted to be. He had plenty of opportunities, and plenty of reasons to take them, but for the good of those around him he never did. And Blaine was ready to change that for Kurt. Blaine had always been proud of who he was and he didn't change for anyone else, why should he? As far as he was concerned there was nothing wrong with him no matter what anyone else said or did.

So he proudly held hands with Kurt, kissing him at random moments, loving the way he would slowly stop blushing as he got used to the idea that he had a boyfriend now, it was okay to kiss and be kissed. They went to the Lima Bean and were far closer than usual. As opposed to sitting across from the other, they moved to a corner table, pulling the seats in next to each other but still at a slight angle so they could see the other without craning their necks, but close enough for Blaine to bump his feet against Kurt's and rub his jean covered calf gently, just because he knew it would make the other boy smile.

As they day went on Blaine went from happy with Kurt's relaxing into the ability to be close to Blaine as opposed to coyly flirting, to nearly astonished. They had gone back to Blaine's dorm to watch Moulin Rouge and were relaxing against the head board smiling at the screen, one of Blaine's arm thrown over Kurt's. Kurt made a small shift closer to Blaine, slinking down a little lower, and the next thing Blaine knew Kurt was resting in between his legs, back pressed against his chest and his head tucked under Blaine's chin. The angle was a little awkward because Blaine was at least five inches shorter than Kurt, but he wasn't complaining, smiling he wrapped his arms loosely around Kurt's torso pressing soft kisses to his hair.

They sang along softly to the songs, happy in each other's arms. But slowly part of Blaine began to get tense, he was happy to hold Kurt because it was absolutely perfect but he was itching to do something. He wasn't used to feeling that way, Blaine always got what he wanted when he wanted it, he'd never had a problem with things like that. He was holding proof of that testament. He wanted Kurt and now the boy was in his arms, resting happily against his chest, and unbeknownst to Blaine, reveling the sound of Blaine's heartbeat so close to his own and the feeling of his steady breathing.

What Blaine wanted now was to make Kurt's life perfect and how was he supposed to that when he was with Kurt? He needed time by his self, there were things that needed to be done, people who needed to disappear. And as wonderful as it was to feel Kurt's rhythmic breathing under his arms. He couldn't do those things with him there.

Taking his mind off the movie and focusing it entirely on Kurt, he began to plan excuses to tell Kurt while he was gone for at least a day at a time. Parents demanding bonding time, sick Grandmother in Sandusky, perhaps a cousin who needed advice and they wanted to see Blaine rather than talk on the phone. All kind, very dapper Blaine things to do. All things Kurt would easily believe, especially because he wanted to.

After a few minutes of thinking these things Blaine noticed a change in Kurt. He was now fully relaxed against Blaine all tension in his body gone. He had fallen asleep. Blaine smiled and reached over turning the volume on the laptop down, knowing Kurt liked the soft background noise, but didn't want a particularly loud crescendo to wake him. He slunk down against the bed turning them over so they were spooning, him being the big spoon despite the height difference. But apparently even subconsciously, that wasn't what Kurt would want. He rolled over softly burying his face in Blaine's chest, a soft, content sigh escaping his lips. Blaine couldn't help himself, he reached up stroking his hair and pressed random kisses to Kurt's head. Kurt was just so beautiful, it made his heart swell with pride. No one else got to see Kurt like this, Blaine was sure of it. Kurt had walls; high walls that were thick and strong, protecting himself from the outside world. But he was letting them down little by little for Blaine. And Blaine would happily spend the rest of his life knocking them down until Kurt was really his.

But in order to do this, things had to be done. And he needed to start, now. He unraveled himself from Kurt, despite the small frown the crossed Kurt's face. Leaning down he kissed his head softly. He went to his desk and wrote a note making up some excuse for where he was going something about food and coffee he'd have to make sure he got some on his way back. He left the note on his pillow and collected his back pack, throwing it over his shoulder.

Blaine had been writing in his notebook for a while, since he'd met Kurt. So he had bought a few things, the necessities. But one he had inherited, well some would say stolen, but technically it was an inheritance. It was his father's knife, about six inches long, almost three wide. With a nice sharp curved blade. His father had been hunter, but when he sadly fell down the stairs and snapped his neck, the knife was Blaine's. His mother was rather absentee, and his father was really a nuisance. So Blaine took it upon himself to empty his life of imperfection. His mother didn't bother him, sent him copious amounts of money when asked and didn't bother to check his credit card bill, she was an asset.

He calmly walked out to his car, nothing bothering, slowly slipping deeper into the darker part of him that enjoyed this, the part that kept him calm and ready to go. He started his car and began driving to Lima, a very familiar trip. He'd been plotting this one for a while, since he'd heard Kurt's story, this was one that required very little thought, just auto-pilot movements until he'd get closer than he'd ever gone before.

About a block before he got to his destination he pulled over and grabbed his phone and called Kurt.

"Hello?" Kurt sounded like he'd just woken up, it was adorable. It also made Blaine feel incredibly guilty but he pushed those thoughts out of his mind and went back to the task at hand.

"Hey babe," He could almost hear Kurt smiling over the phone at the pet name Blaine had adopted the moment Kurt had agreed to being his. "I went to go get us dinner and coffee, but I blew a tire, I'll be a little late. Feel free to go and eat without me."

"Oh B." It was Blaine's turn to smile, Kurt had started that this morning when he'd said it half asleep, it stuck and Blaine though it was cute. "Don't you worry about food or coffee or anything, you get your car fixed and I'll get us dinner. What do you want?"

"Whatever you want is fine babe, you know I'm not picky."

Kurt snorted and Blaine heard him shuffling about the room. "No, no you aren't. Italian okay? There's an Olive Garden about a few blocks away, they have pick up."

"That sounds fine. I'll see you in a few hours love." The "love" was new, but Blaine liked it. And he knew Kurt was blushing, sure enough when he answered he was a little breathless.

"O-Okay, yeah, I'll see you then." There was a small pause where neither was sure what to say. "And uh, um, Blaine?'

"Yeah babe?"

"I uh, I love you."

There was a pause where Blaine forgot to breathe when his heart was done beating out of his chest he managed a breathy reply. "Oh Kurt I love you too. So much baby."

In Westerville Kurt was doing his best not to bounce and flail. "Oh, well, um, I love you, so don't do anything stupid and get yourself killed. Because I love you." Kurt couldn't stop himself, now that he knew it was okay to say it, he couldn't stop.

Blaine smiled widely, bouncing on the side of the road. "I won't, I promise, I love you too, I love you Kurt Hummel. God I love you!" Blaine had been holding those words since he'd met Kurt and now he just wanted to say it all the time so he always knew it. But that darker, possessive part of him knew he had to go, and there was also something wrong with Kurt saying it for the first time over the phone. In a quieter tone, but gently, "And I will tell you over and over again tonight, in person. God I love you." He put a bit more emphasis on the word "person" knowing Kurt would realize that he was a bit disappointed they couldn't see each other when they said it for the first time.

"Okay, I love you B." Kurt said in a bit more subdued tone.

"I have to go now, I love you babe."

"Bye B." He managed with a small smile back in his voice.

"See you soon babe." He hung up and happily went back to his trunk popping it and pulling out a well worn duffle bag. The fact that Kurt loved him back made this right. This wasn't just Blaine killing someone to make Kurt's life easier, though that was part of it. This was Blaine showing his love for Kurt in the ultimate act of passion.

Blaine wouldn't be a murderer, he'd be an assassin. This wasn't blind vengeful killing, this was justified.

Because you know what they say, "Alls fair in love and war".

AN: Well, there you go, I should have chapter 5 up tomorrow or maybe even later today! Hope you guys liked it! Remember reviews are love!

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