Blaine awoke the next morning, sick feeling still in his stomach. He went to the sink and splashed some water on his face. You're not sure about anything. Okay, so Kurt works at the gas station above what you know is the biggest secret government headquarters for thousands of miles. Maybe he doesn't know. Blaine let out a cold laugh, yeah right.

It doesn't mean he works for the government; it doesn't mean he's an agent or a spy or anything. He's a teenager for God's sake.

Blaine checked his reflection in the mirror. But so are you, it told him.

What he needed was a test. He would tell Kurt somehow, maybe just a little bit of information, and see how Kurt reacted. The worst case was that Kurt would know a little bit, not enough to use it against him. Not enough to turn him in. Blaine would just have to move schools again, this time probably change his name, no skin off of his back. But he really liked Kurt. Sure, Blaine was lying to him. But Blaine lied to everyone. It's just what he did. He could see himself falling for Kurt hard. And that was scary.

Please, you break federal law almost every day, you've done shit that could put you in jail for the rest of your life. You can't be afraid of a doe-faced boy like Kurt. Harmless, sweet Kurt. Talented, beautiful, sexy Kurt that Blaine wanted to do terrible, terrible things with.

He definitely was afraid of Kurt.

…

Several weeks later, Kurt dropped his school bag heavily on the chair next to him as he sat down in Agent Bellevue's dingy office.

"Hummel," she started in a maternal tone. However cold and calculating she was, she was the closest thing Kurt had to a mom. They had a weirdly distant familial relationship, and it worked for both of them. Bellevue didn't have any children, no husband, so she let out those excess motherly feelings on him, and Kurt was happy to indulge, acting the part of the moody teenager. He didn't like to act that way in front of his dad; Burt Hummel had enough to worry about.

"I know, I know," he cut her off. He put on a robotic voice and stiffened his body. "You need to get the evidence, Hummel. Evidence, evidence, evidence." Kurt moved his arms like a robot along with the words, then pretended to short circuit, resting his chin on his chest and closing his eyes.

"Are you quite done?" Bellevue retorted, unsmiling.

Kurt sat back up, letting out a deep sigh. "Fine, yes. But is that what you were going to say?"

"Yes, Hummel. It's been two months. You have brought us almost nothing-"

"I have to get comfortable with him! He's not going to tell me anything after just a couple weeks of knowing me! I have to gain his trust. I know what I'm doing, Bellevue."

"You better. You seem…distracted. Get your head in the game."

"Yeah, thanks Zac Efron," Kurt mumbled, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.

Kurt was distracted. As their relationship progressed, Kurt was falling helplessly in love, no matter how hard he fought. No matter how many times he told himself it was just a job, it never stopped the butterflies in his stomach when Blaine showed up at his door with a carton of ice cream and two spoons. It never stopped the way his heart skipped a beat when Blaine snuck a quick kiss when he ran up to open the car door before a date. It never stopped the way his pulse raced when they moved together in the dark of Blaine's room, sweat and breath mixing together under the covers. Kurt was falling alright, fast and out of control.

His phone buzzed.

From: B 3

come over tonight?

Kurt smiled. How convenient.

To: B 3

absolutely, be there at 8

A second later

From: B 3

good

To: B 3

good

Kurt realized he had a stupid grin on his face all the way home. Stupid, stupid Blaine. Bellevue's voice echoed in his head, as it had every day for the past two months. Evidence. If Kurt could choose one word to never hear again, 'evidence' would be it.

…

Blaine cleaned his room, just so it looked like he didn't clean it for Kurt, but that he was naturally sort of neat. He placed a file folder so it looked half-hazardly splayed on his desk, adjusted his bowtie in the mirror and wiped his palms on his jeans before hearing the door bell and bounding down the stairs.

"Hi," he said breathlessly when he opened the door, giving Kurt a quick kiss before grabbing his hand and pulling him up the stairs. He was nervous. This was the moment of truth, and he just wanted to get it over with.

Blaine walked purposely past the desk, not glancing at it. "I have to go to the bathroom," he said. "Make yourself comfortable."

Kurt nodded and watched Blaine as he disappeared into the bathroom. Perfect. He quickly surveyed the room for the millionth time, about to give up hope that he would ever find anything in there, but this time his eyes immediately fell on a folder on the desk. He glanced towards the bathroom door before sliding nonchalantly to the desk, using one finger to open the folder. His heart started to beat faster. Inside the folder were lines and lines of coding. He rifled through the pages, nothing but code. This was it. He heard the bathroom door open and felt Blaine's eyes boring into his back. He heard Blaine freeze, and he stood still too, feet planted to the floor.

"Kurt," Blaine's voice was weak, he didn't know if he said it as a plea or as a question. He couldn't see Kurt's face, but he knew that Kurt had taken the bait. And the way Kurt was frozen, staring intently at the pages, Blaine knew that Kurt knew. He could see Kurt's hand shake where he held one of the pages, see Kurt's body tense. Blaine held his breath, not knowing what to expect.

You have the evidence, you idiot. You just need him to say the words out loud. Turn around and ask him what this is. Do it. Do it now. Why wasn't Kurt phoning in to Bellevue? Why wasn't he grabbing the gun in his bag? Why wasn't he moving at all?

Because evidence meant evidence. Evidence meant death. Kurt had thought about it thousands of times, the scenario frequenting his nightmares. He thought when the time came he would be able to do it. He would shoot Blaine straight in the heart, like he had done dozens of times. He would complete his mission. He would feel nothing, just as empty-hearted as he had felt when he killed all those other people. Just as empty-hearted as he had felt every day for years.

Blaine had to act fast. Kurt knew, but he wasn't saying anything. Maybe he was hesitant. Maybe there was still time to convince him to let Blaine go. Maybe Blaine was making it all up in his head, Kurt wasn't a spy and everything was normal. Blaine didn't know if Kurt's feelings had been real anymore, but it couldn't hurt to try. So he walked up behind Kurt, wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist.

He nuzzled his nose against the shell of Kurt's ear. "Kurt," he whispered hotly. He pressed a kiss to the skin behind his ear. Then another and another, licking and sucking down the column of Kurt's neck.

Kurt could never think when Blaine was kissing him, and especially now, his brain just shut off. Kurt couldn't make a decision, so he decided to not decide. He turned around, wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck like he always did. They fit together so well like this.

Blaine caught Kurt's bottom lip between his and nibbled gently, moving his hand to grasp the back of Kurt's head, sprawling his fingers through Kurt's soft hair. He pulled Kurt, stepping backwards toward the bed while still kissing him. Blaine spun around so Kurt's back was facing the bed, carefully took Kurt's shirt off, then his own, before continuing the kiss, deepening it and laying Kurt gently onto the bed.

Blaine had a strange look in his eyes, different than usual. It was a kind of desperation that Kurt didn't understand. There was no way Blaine knew about him, he would've packed his bags and run for it by now. And he definitely wouldn't have left code just lying around. So why were Blaine's big eyes so full of…fear? He didn't have much time to think about it because Blaine was taking off Kurt's pants, and then his own. And then he was stretching his strong body on top of Kurt's, warm skin clashing with warm skin. And then he was rocking his hips down and groaning into Kurt's neck. He kissed there, moving downwards, soft lips tracking down Kurt's pale chest, pausing to clasp those lips delicately around each nipple. Kurt's back arched, brain short-circuiting. Why was he allowing himself to be seduced? How did he end up here, like this? At this point he should have been pointing a gun at Blaine's head, seeing the heart-broken look in Blaine's pretty eyes.

But Blaine continued down, unaware of the war waging in Kurt's head, warm breath tickling the soft hairs on Kurt's stomach. Then he looked up at Kurt, eyes a mixture of that same fear from before and a dark lust, a question. Can I? Kurt nodded, not sure what he was agreeing to. Blaine mouthed at Kurt's erection outside of his briefs, hands crawling up Kurt's thighs to reach for the elastic band and pulling them down, taking Kurt's cock in his hand.

If Kurt knew about Blaine, he sure wasn't acting like it anymore. Although, it may have had something to do with Blaine trailing his tongue up the soft underside of Kurt's cock, then circling it around the head, reveling in Kurt' familiar salty taste.

Kurt's eyes rolled back into his head. There were no more coherent thoughts. He could only smell Blaine on his sheets, and feel Blaine's rough hands grasp each of his hips and his tongue dance in intricate patterns across his skin before taking Kurt into his mouth, lips contracting tightly around the base.

"Blaine," Kurt breathed, because that was the only word that made sense. There was no 'evidence', there was no 'death', no 'assassin' or 'hacker.' All the other words in his expansive vocabulary had flown out the window when Blaine's throat constricted and Kurt felt nothing but incredible wet, hot tightness. Blaine moaned in response, and all Kurt could do was cling helplessly to Blaine's curls, his whole body shaking with pleasure. Blaine starting moving faster, slippery mouth making an obscene noise that must have been gross, but Kurt couldn't think it anything but sexy. Blaine's flushed face, messy hair, pink lips sliding up and down over and over, faster and faster, it was all just incredibly hot. Kurt felt a stirring low in his stomach, felt his body stiffen, his mind go blank and his hips buck upward on their own accord as he came hard down Blaine's throat with a stifled cry and no warning at all.

Blaine kissed his way back up and kissed Kurt lazily, both of them worn out from the effort. He breathed Kurt's name over and over, rocking his body slowly against Kurt's while they regained energy. Once Kurt came out of the fog, he trailed his hands along Blaine's body, gliding over his strong back, massaging his muscular ass, removing his briefs. He gave Blaine a few rough pulls before sinking down onto his cock. Blaine's trembling fingers found Kurt's hair, pulling lightly just how Kurt liked it. Kurt grasped a firm hand and moved it along with his mouth, twisting it with a devilish glint in his eye as Blaine whimpered. Kurt reached his other hand to ghost his finger lightly over Blaine's entrance, and Blaine thrusted his hips up.

"Fuck," Blaine moaned, continuing to push his hips up as Kurt took him in. Kurt snaked his tongue along the underside, blinking away tears as he took Blaine down as deep as he could, nose pressing against Blaine's coarse hair.

Blaine's thrusts grew wild, erratic, his breathing faster. Sweat was gathering at his temples and he squeezed his eyes shut because Kurt's mouth felt so good and Kurt was so beautiful and he was so close. He couldn't stop whimpering pathetically with every thrust. Then Kurt looked up at him, they locked eyes, and that was all it took, his head fell back as he arched, coming with a loud cry.

Kurt glided his way back up Blaine's body, resting his head in the crook of Blaine's neck as they breathed heavily into the dark of Blaine's room. And for a couple minutes all they did was lay silently like that, until Blaine broke the silence.

"I want to go all the way with you," he breathed, like it was nothing. Like he was saying 'I want to eat a sandwich', or 'I want to buy those shoes.'

Kurt froze. All the way. Blaine wanted to have sex. Kurt never thought about it going this far. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't say no, he couldn't say yes. He panicked, springing out of bed and collecting his clothes, throwing them on one by one, tripping on his pant legs.

"Or not?" Blaine laughed, sitting up and shooting Kurt a confused look.

"I...I have to go, I forgot, I had this thing…" Kurt mumbled, putting on his shirt backwards and grabbing his bag.

"Kurt, wait!" Blaine called from the bed, but Kurt was racing out the door.

"Talk to you later!" Kurt shot over his shoulder before practically running down the stairs and out the front door, fumbling for his keys with shaking hands and directing his car to the agency.

…

Bellevue was there. She was always there. Kurt could see the light through the shades of her windowed office. Pulling another late night.

He busted into her office, no knock or pleasantries. "I need off of the case. I have been emotionally compromised." Bellevue actually looked shocked for a second before returning back to her normal placid demeanor.

"Well that's for damn sure," she retorted. "Unfortunately, you can't just get off this case," she mimicked in his silvery tone, tossing up air quotes. "It is a matter of federal importance, top secrecy, and you can't walk while Blaine is still alive. Either he dies, or you both die."

"He's just a kid," Kurt's voice broke. For a second he couldn't believe that Bellevue would actually have him killed. Just a second, before he realized that he worked in an office full of assassins. Killing people was like doing laundry to these guys.

"So are you, Hummel. He has you fooled, just like everyone else. This is how he survives, he manipulates everyone around him."

Kurt felt tears burning his eyes. He was about to have a real teenage melt down, but he breathed and thought about it. This was his job. He had been given an order he had to kill Blaine, or they would both die. He nodded curtly and left.

"Jennifer," Bellevue called out to her assistant once Kurt was gone. "Get me Agent Smythe on the phone, please."

"Yes ma'am," Jennifer supplied, switching in the call once Sebastian Smythe was on the line.

"Smythe, I have a job for you. A two-for-one deal," she spoke, and could almost hear the cold grin on the face of the boy on the other side of the line.