Note: Well this chapter is probably my favorite to write. Writing in Blaine's pov made me really worked up too, and I hope that the emotions will get conveyed to you guys too hehe. Worked really hard on this one. Hope you all like it!
The deafening silence stretched across the room where they sat on opposite sides of the bed. Neither said a word, both deep in their own worlds.
Blaine vaguely remembers walking into their bedroom and hearing Kurt's footsteps behind him as he did. But for how long they've been sitting there in the silence, he doesn't know. It could have been mere seconds? Minutes? Hours?
"Blaine, I know."
Kurt's words rang over and over and over in his mind.
He knows. Kurt knows his secret.
I'm sorry. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he was worried that if he even opened his mouth, he would hurl. The sense of dread churned in his stomach and made him feel sick just by sitting there. You must hate me for lying to you.
A hand settled on his and he flinched, "Blaine, breathe. You're really pale, sweetie."
The breath that he didn't know he was holding was choked out and he held Kurt's hand tightly, afraid that if he let go Kurt would disappear and never come back. He felt like he was drowning, gasping and struggling to reach the surface. Just sinking deeper into the dark abyss, wave after wave of fear and uncertainty crashing and enveloping him from within.
Warm hands cupped his cheeks, "Blaine, you're scaring me. I need you to breathe with me, alright?" Kurt took one of his hands and placed it on his chest, "in... out. Deep breaths, do it slowly. In… and out."
With his hand on Kurt's chest, Blaine looked up at him, hoping that he could ground himself somehow as he mimicked Kurt's breathing. They kept their eyes on each other, breathing in unison until Blaine felt the panic from before get replaced with absolute exhaustion. His body felt like it was made out of lead and with a deep breath out, he sagged forward. But strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close before he could fall onto the mattress.
"Kurt…" Please don't leave me.
"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. " Kurt's voice reverberated from where Blaine's head was resting on his chest and he released a shuddery breath, closing his eyes and willing himself not to cry.
Rubbing circles on Blaine's back, Kurt hummed a familiar tune, peppering kisses over Blaine's hair, not caring that it was still gelled down, and despite how worn out Blaine felt, he managed to break into a small smile.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly...
"How did you find out?" Blaine murmured half way through the song, much more calm than before.
Kurt's breath hitched and the hand stroking his back stopped for a moment before resuming. "You haven't read your file, have you?"
"What file?" Blaine asked, eyebrows scrunching in confusion.
Kurt was silent for a while before he shuffled out from under Blaine, who made a noise of displeasure.
"Shh, I'll be right back, okay honey? I just have to go get something." Kurt hushed him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. He rushed out of bed and back into the living room, where Blaine heard the faint click of something unfastening, some rustling and finally the sound of footsteps.
Kurt climbed back onto the bed and immediately gathered Blaine into his arms again who went contently. He handed the folder to Blaine wordlessly.
"You found my work file?" Blaine asked, taking it from him and glancing at the label, it was the mission he was just assigned. "How long have you known?"
Kurt shook his head and motioned towards the folder, breaking out into a nervous smile, "this should explain it all."
Frowning, Blaine flipped the folder open and stared; because it was his husband's face looking right back at him. "You're…"
"Yes." Kurt sighed. He tightening his arms around Blaine's waist hoping that even with that small action he could bring some comfort to Blaine. He was still, stunned into silence, eyes glued to the photo and the name printed beside it: Kurt Anderson-Hummel.
"You're the other agent I'm going to work with. You're an agent."
"I am." Kurt fell back on the mattress and hides his face in a pillow. He feels Blaine roll him over onto his back and then lie next to him. They huddled closer, not wanting any space separating the both of them.
"I feel like I should be yelling. Or laughing, I'm not sure." Blaine hides his face in the crook of Kurt's neck, placing a tiny kiss there instinctively.
Kurt let out a sympathetic noise that sounded like a sounded like a strangled laugh. "That's how I felt when got my own folder."
"So much for top special agents, huh? Can't even tell that the other is one."
"Well I'd like the think that we're just so good at our jobs and hiding secrets."
"Are you hiding anything else from me, my dear husband?" Blaine set his chin on Kurt's chest and arched an eyebrow, giving him a pointed stare.
"I know that you're planning my surprise 30th birthday party." Kurt feigned a casual tone and shrugged. Blaine gawked at him before smacking his arm.
"How did you know?! That's supposed to be a surprise!"
"The bakery you went to called and asked for you. You were in the shower so I asked them to leave a message. A three tiered cheesecake, huh? I didn't even know that such a thing existed." He laughed when Blaine rolled away to the other side of the bed and laid there moping.
"Blaine?" Kurt crawled over to him, accidentally crawling over the folder but he just shifted it away. They could look at it later. Together. "B? My love?"
When Blaine still didn't respond Kurt took matters into his own hands and flopped down on top of Blaine, making him startle.
"Kurt, you're heavy!" He wiggled under Kurt's weight and whined when his husband didn't get off. "I can't breathe."
"You're finally talking." He hummed, not moving from his spot, "you're so comfy, Blaine."
"I'm going to be worried if this is your tactic to make your targets talk." Blaine snorted and Kurt let out a scandalous gasp.
"Ew, that's gross."
"You started it.
"Pray tell, how did I start this?"
"I don't know, you just did." Blaine flipped himself over as Kurt lifts himself up to straddle his waist, "now kiss me, my special agent husband."
Kurt rolled his eyes but leaned down anyway, meeting Blaine midway in a heated kiss. He exhaled against his lips, grabbing Blaine's hands and pinning them above him on the bed, making Blaine gasp and melt further into the mattress. The tension from before faded away as the familiar prickle of arousal bloomed in his tummy, just slightly above where Kurt was settling most of his weight on his waist.
He broke the kiss with a gasp, mewling when Kurt's kiss slicked lips moved down his neck and mouthed at the sensitive flesh there.
"We-oh, Kurt, we've got to read over the assignment," Blaine panted, choking off with a moan when Kurt gave a particularly hard suck. He could practically feel his brain dribbling out of his ears with every small action that his husband was doing to him. What did they have to do again?
But their moment was ruined when Blaine heard Kurt's stomach grumble amidst their sighs and moans. He paused his fingers that were trailing down the back of Kurt's pants to grip Kurt's ass, making Kurt whine and push back against his hands. "You're hungry."
"Blaine," Kurt whined, drawing his name out, "don't stop, dinner can wait."
"No." He laughed and pushed a pouting Kurt off him, then getting up and dragging him up with him. "We've got a mission tomorrow. A joint one. I can't have my husband at only half his best. It's my first day seeing you in action. I feel like I should be bringing a camera and taking pictures for our scrapbook."
"Well the jeans that I usually wear are pretty tight." Kurt shrugged as they walked into the kitchen, earning a groan from Blaine.
"Tease."
"You love it."
"So, before I was so rudely interrupted by the fact that my husband is also a secret agent, I wanted to make fettuccine alfredo for dinner. And now, you're going to help me." He tied an apron around Kurt and pecked his cheek with a kiss.
"Are you this bossy when you're out there on the field?" Kurt laughed, helping Blaine tie his own apron.
"Nightbird usually works alone." He shrugs and then perks up, "which reminds me; what's your codename?"
Kurt took a second to just gaze lovingly at his husband, wondering how it was possible to fall even deeper in love with him with every moment spent with him. Even at times when the were apart, they were still in sync and in tune with the other.
"Well then I guess Nightbird's days of being a loner are over." Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's shoulders and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, then he pulled away, stared deep into his eyes and whispered "because he's going to fly with Blackbird now."