A/N: Well hello there! I've finally found some inspiration and I'm updating like a mad woman! So so sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy this, I have to say I love me some drama! Anyways, remember to let me know what you think! You can find me on tumblr; youdtearthiscanvasskinapart. Without further ado, here you go!

"Kurt it's beautiful," Blaine gasped after the two of them had finally managed to put together a beautiful replica of the infamous dress. It had taken some serious time and effort, but six hours later, there it was.

"It's alright. It won't pass any type of aging test so for this to work we have to move fast," Kurt explained, side eyeing Blaine.

"Aging tests?" Blaine inquired.

"The diamonds aren't even close to being real, someone wouldn't give me access to the government's precious jewels," Kurt began, smirking at the agent who rolled his eyes, "So if our guy comes to get his hands on the dress, we're going to have to move fast so he can't take it anywhere to get a authenticity test."

"Sometimes it scares me how fast you can come up with things like this," Blaine told the con man next to him.

"There's a reason that they say I'm the best," Kurt snarked back.

"And what's that?" Blaine asked him.

"Because I am the best," Kurt explained rolling his eyes.

"Well I'm better," Blaine smirked, clearly just trying to get a rise out of Kurt.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Kurt challenged, looking up from the dress to glare directly into Blaine's (stunning) eyes.

"I did catch you... Twice," Blaine explained, dodging the incoming swat from Kurt the almost landed on the back of his head.

"Hey! I'm in charge here! You don't get to smack me!" Blaine giggle yelled, unsuccessfully swatting at Kurt.

"Oh my lord, are you 5?" Kurt laughed, blocking Blaine's attempts at smacking him easily.

"5 and a half thank you very little!" Blaine squealed (yes squealed) and launched himself at the con man.

Blaine obviously wasn't thinking. He was a special agent in the F.B.I and this man, who he had willingly accepted into not only his home, but his life, was a criminal. He was having such a hard time repressing the overly inappropriate romantic feelings that he harbored for the con man.

Case in point; the fact that he had somehow maneuvered himself into Kurt's lap, straddling and tickling him without even realizing it.

"Say it," Blaine laughed, tickling the man below him with a childish joy.

"What- oh my god Blaine stop," Kurt choked out, his eyes watering from laughing so hard.

"Say I'm the best, say it!"

"Never!" Kurt giggled out, trying to fight his way out from underneath Blaine. Man, he was strong for a little fella.

"Say it or I'll never let you go!" Blaine shouted, holding Kurt down easily.

"Blaine! Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt's chants began as silly giggles, but quickly broke off into a throaty moan when the agent above accidentally slipped a bit further down into his lap.

Blaine's deliciously toned ass was now pressing perfectly against Kurt's achingly hard cock.

Could you blame him? He was a gay man and Blaine was - well Blaine.

Blaine froze, realizing what he had done just a moment too late. The damage had already been done; the floodgate of repressed emotion had already been opened.

"Kurt-I-" Blaine tried to explain himself, but he just couldn't. Every last coherent thought he had melted away when Kurt thrust his hips up.

"Fuck," The con man growled out, his hand automatically digging into the flesh of Blaine's hips.

A broken moan left Blaine's lips without his permission. How many times had he fantasized about this? He couldn't help the way his body was reacting to the man below him. Slowly, as if he was still in shock, Blaine began to swivel his hips in an almost sinful way. His own cock was now close to throbbing in his pants, and he could feel the heat of Kurt pressing up into his crack. He wanted this, he wanted all of this. He would give anything in this moment for some lube and much less clothing. He could almost feel Kurt taking over his body. God, he wanted to be fucked. He wanted to grab fistfuls of Kurt's beautiful hair, he wanted to kiss his pouty lips and he wanted to be fucked, more than anything he wanted to be fucked.

"Blaine- oh god, yes," Kurt whined, his eyes squeezing tight, and his hips pumping up erratically.

Blaine's ass was perfect. It fit so nicely in his lap, in the palms of his hands. Kurt could just imagine them, in a few less layers of clothes. Blaine would be stretched and open, whining low like he was now, positioning himself to ride Kurt.

"Blaine - oh god- yes- lemme- oh god I want to fuck you," Kurt whimpered against the agents neck, sucking the skin there into his mouth.

It was those words that shocked Blaine awake. Hearing them out loud and by a voice other than his own startled him back into reality.

He was up and off Kurt before the con man could even open his eyes.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked slowly, his blues eyes now almost black. His lips were swollen and red from the abuse they had given to Blaine's neck.

"Kurt - I- we can't. You know we can't," Blaine tried his best to explain.

"Why? Why can't we Blaine? Tell me why?" Kurt nearly sobbed, standing up and trying to get closer to the agent

Because I want this to work. I want to be more than a quick fuck to you, because it would make this awkward, because I'm in love with you and I can't be.

"Because of who you are," is what Blaine said out loud.

Kurt stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh, because I'm a criminal right?" the con man snarled, quickly falling into the cold icy shell head built for himself over the years.

"Kurt-" Blaine began, this time he himself trying to move closer to Kurt.

"Don't," Kurt commanded, backing away from Blaine like he was diseased, "I thought-" his voice cracked lightly, "I thought you were different. I thought you could see me. I guess you're just as blind as the rest of them," Kurt spat out moving towards the door.

"Kurt wait- please just wait-"Blaine called out, trying to stop the man from leaving. This couldn't be happening, everything was falling apart.

"And to think," Kurt said softly, his hand still poised on the door knob, ready to leave, "To think I actually loved you."

And with that, he was gone.

Oh Snap!