"What's going on here?" the most beautiful boy asked confused but with a hint of annoyance nevertheless.

Blaine gulped audibly, suddenly intimidated by the boy. "I–" he stuttered unable to find words to explain himself to his soulmate.

"Kurt, son, get out of the house," the congressman said slowly, probably worried that speaking any other way but carefully would set Blaine off. Blaine didn't miss how the man stretched the word son, making sure the young criminal knew this was the person they made the deal about.

"I'm so not going anywhere," the boy, Kurt, said and took several steps forward, placing himself between his dad and Blaine. "You will have to shoot me first," he challenged him.

"Oh, well, I don't, I mean," Blaine mumbled. This wasn't how he planned his first killing to go. "It's only your dad, you see… You were not in the file so I don't have to kill you."

Kurt looked at him angrily. "If anything happens to my dad, I will hunt you down, hang you by your fucking balls, and leave you like that until you die."

Blaine looked at his soulmate rather impressed. This was how a proper threat should sound, his pitiful attempts were nothing compared to Kurt's. He sounded like a natural. Maybe he would agree to teach him later, when he wasn't that violent towards him.

"This is messed up," Blaine said silently to himself, his gun pointing at his soulmate. Their first meeting wasn't supposed to be like this.

"What has my dad ever done to you?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, leave," his dad insisted.

"It's nothing personal," Blaine thought. He didn't even know why someone asked his family to eliminate the man. "I just have to do it."

The boy snorted. "I bet your mommy would be so proud of her criminal son," he scoffed.

"I hope so," Blaine nodded eagerly. "My dad will be proud too and my brother… well, he will have to accept the fact that he is no longer the favourite son."

"What?" Kurt looked at him incredulously.

Blaine shrugged. "It's a family business."

"Are you like… mafia?" he asked.

"Well, I don't like labels… We call ourselves businessmen. Some people own a chain of restaurants, we… do stuff," Blaine said vaguely. "Well, not 'we' but 'they' actually. Though after today they will include me."

"So, you are going to kill my dad because you have daddy issues?"

"Um, when you put it this way it does sound stupid…" Blaine said lowering his gun a little. "But it's just so hard. My family always hangs out together and leaves me out of everything. I just want them to love me but all I get is 'do your homework, Blaine', 'you can't beat up a person, Blaine', 'don't jump on furniture when singing, Blaine'… I'm sick and tired of them treating me like a kid!" he whined and flopped onto an armchair knowing well enough that he was indeed acting like a child.

"Let me get this straight, you are sad because they wouldn't let you kill and beat people up? How fucked up is that?" Kurt asked helping his dad up now that Blaine didn't look like he was about to do anything stupid.

Blaine watched them sitting down on the couch, Mr Hummel eyeing him warily while Kurt looked at him impatiently waiting for his response.

"You don't understand, I'm the black sheep in my family. Everyone is in the business except for me..."

"Have you ever considered that they might do it for your own good?" Mr Hummel asked, his voice a little shaky.

"How can excluding me be good for me?" Blaine asked curious to hear someone else's perspective.

"Let's take Kurt, for example. I used to work in the garage I own and my brother, and his two sons worked with me there too. I always thought that one day Kurt would join us but I can see that he doesn't belong there so I won't make him go work there when he graduates. I can see that he prefers clothes over cars and while he is the black sheep in our family, we all love him just as much," the man explained. "I think your parents love you and not including you in your family business is their way of showing it."

"But I want to participate," Blaine argued.

"I know it's hard for teenagers to realise it but parents sometimes really do know better what's good for their kids. They would never do anything to harm them or make them unhappy unless they believed it was the right thing for them," the man said. "I'm sure they believe you are better off staying out of that mafia mess."

Blaine took several moments to consider his words. His parents and even Coop seemed to care about him, always making sure he was happy except when the family business was involved. He remembered all the times his mother took care of him when he was sick, he thought of his dad taking him to numerous performances and staying to watch him on stage, he heard Cooper's various advices how to improve his dancing routines. He had a loving family and while they didn't hang out as much they still had a pretty strong bond. Now that he thought about it, he was always happy around them. He wondered if he would feel the same if instead of sharing a dinner together they would be sharing a shovel in the woods digging a grave for someone.

"Could I get a cup of tea, please?" Blaine asked suddenly feeling the need to wash down the sickening feeling that was arising in his stomach.

"I think you need to do something first," Kurt spoke pointedly gesturing towards his dad.

Blaine looked at them confused at first but soon caught up with his soulmate's train of thought. "Um, uh Mr Hummel, I'm sorry for trying to kill you. I promise it won't happen again," he said blushing in embarrassment.

"Thank you, I guess," the man mumbled awkwardly and they stood up. "The kitchen is that way."

The congressman left and Blaine was left with Kurt in the living room. The tension was palpable and Blaine tried to destroy it with a smile. It seemed to work because moments later Kurt was walking towards him.

Blaine was about to compliment him when a sharp slap echoed in his ears. It took him a moment to realise that it was his cheek that had just been abused. "That's for trying to kill my dad," Kurt said obviously still holding a grudge over the whole ordeal.

"I guess I deserved it," Blaine nodded as they walked into the kitchen and rubbed his cheek that was now stinging. His soulmate was strong. "Just so you know, it's not wise slapping the person who is holding a gun."

"That fake thing? Please..." the boy rolled his eyes.

"It's not fake," Blaine frowned examining the gun. "My mom gave it to me in case I needed to protect myself."

"Well, your mommy dearest gave you a toy. Smart woman," Kurt smirked.

"How do you know it's fake? It looks exactly like my dad's..." Blaine said sitting down and extending his gun for Kurt to point out what gave it away.

His soulmate took the gun. "You see, here..."

Blaine looked at the tip of the gin that was pointed at him. "I can't see anything out of ordinary..." he concluded finally. "Where exactly should I look?" He heard a sigh coming from Kurt and looked up to see him holding the gun right in front of him, his finger on the trigger. "Oh… Let me guess, it's not fake?"

"No, it's not," Kurt said proudly. "You are kind of slow."

"Kurt, put it down, it's not safe," Mr Hummel said placing three cups of hot tea on the table.

"Why, so he can try to kill you again?"

"I apologised already," Blaine said slightly exasperated. He took a tentative sip of the hot liquid and burnt his tongue doing so. "Could I get some cold water in this, please?" he asked totally ignoring the gun.

"Sure," the man said and Blaine smiled gratefully at him. He thought he heard something and got worried, maybe there was someone else in the house and they were calling the police? Or maybe the Hummels had a pet.

Blaine shook his head and forgot all about the noise when he saw Kurt looking at his dad angrily for a moment. "Why are you being so nice to him? I have a gun pointed at him, call the police before he does something."

"He won't do anything," the man said pouring a little bit of cold water into Blaine's cup. "And I don't want to involve the police into this."

"What? What are you talking about? We need police so they can interrogate this guy and find out who wants to kill you," Kurt said annoyed.

"Calm down, Kurt, you don't want to hurt anyone," his dad said and sat down next to Blaine.

Kurt snorted. "I actually do," he said looking at Blaine. "I wouldn't mind seeing him suffer."

Blaine looked at him with big puppy eyes. "You mean it? You would shoot me? Your soulmate?" he asked feeling betrayed. "Shit, I fuck up everything…" curse words left his mouth easily.

"You two…" the congressman choked looking between the boys.

"We connected but it doesn't matter," Kurt said coldly. "My soulmate can't be this spineless poor excuse of a human being."

Every word that left the boy's mouth dug deep into Blaine's heart. He fucked up big time and there was no way back. He destroyed the love he was destined for even before he got to experience it.

He pushed the cup away and stood up, causing Kurt to grip the gun tighter. "I'll leave now. I won't come back and I'll never bother you again. You don't have to worry about my family anymore either, I'll tell them they can't kill your dad, Kurt," he said and looked at the boy's dad. "I'm really sorry this happened. I was being stupid… Thank you for opening my eyes."

"You will never try to kill someone, will you?" Mr Hummel asked him and Blaine shook his head.

"I promise I won't," he assured the man. "It was… nice to finally meet you, Kurt," he said with a sad smile and moved towards the door.

"You are not going anywhere before you tell us all you know," Kurt said and took several steps towards him.

Blaine was about to tell him that he didn't know anything when a movement in the doorway caught his eye. There was a man standing there, a gun held at a perfect level, his grip firm and eyes never leaving his target.

"Um, hi, Cooper," Blaine greeted him with an apologetic smile.

The young man looked at him immediately. "Oh crap…" he cursed in surprise.