Sofia Michelle's prompt- secret agent!Kurt :D
Title from the Muse song of the same name.
Time Is Running Out
Kurt's head is on Blaine's chest, the fingers of their left hands intertwined by Blaine's head; the metal of their wedding rings is warm between them.
Boom!
Kurt goes rigid at the loud noise. Jesse warned him and he refused to listen, and now they're here.
Fuck.
He instinctively jumps from the bed, and only when Blaine's hands cling to him he realizes that Blaine's there.
Double fuck.
There's no time to explain and he knows it. If he survives this, he'll explain more thoroughly later. He grabs Blaine's hands and pulls him to a sitting position, lowering himself to stare right into Blaine's eyes.
He wants to see those eyes again. What if he doesn't get to? The thought is unbearable.
"Blaine, honey, I hate to do it like this but I really don't have time to explain. Listen to me, okay?"
Blaine nods, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"I didn't want to have to tell you. I'm sorry I lied- I had to, if I wanted to keep you safe. And that's all I care about now. So…" Kurt breathes deeply. All those years of training and practicing and preparing for the worse didn't prepare him for this moment. "I don't actually work at Vogue. I'm... kind of a secret agent? I work for the government."
Blaine's mouth gapes open a little. "But all those work trips…"
"They were work trips. Just not for Vogue. I was sent abroad to do… stuff," he says lamely. "And every time, I knew I had to come back, because you were waiting for me at home. And I couldn't disappoint you, because you are the most important thing in the world to me," he whispers. "I love you. More than anything. I love you. And…" he swallows. Blaine doesn't speak. "And if something happens tonight, I need you to know that."
He leans in and kisses Blaine fiercely, hard and ruthless, cupping his face in his hands. They break apart after a short while- there is just no time.
Kurt looks at him with eyes that are spilling over with emotion, and he knows Blaine knows, he knows Blaine understands, he knows Blaine loves him, too, and that's all that matters.
He closes his eyes, inhaling, and snaps them open with the next exhale, and now they're clear, blank; this is the mask he wears to the fight.
"Go lie under the bed," he orders with an even voice. "Stay quiet, and don't call the police- they'll know."
He straightens up to give Blaine room, and Blaine quickly obeys, not questioning a word. Kurt's never failed him before, has he?
Kurt wishes he had time to worry about Blaine's possible shock, or try to calm him, or hug him, or anything- but he can't.
He rips the nightstand's drawer open, lifts the fake bottom and reaches for the two guns. He finds the pager behind them and presses the button, but leaves it there.
He lets himself glance once more at the glint of Blaine's eyes in the darkness, where he's lying, scared and confused, and feels like crying. He keeps his expression perfectly blank, but his voice quivers when he says, "I love you, Blaine" before quietly opening the bedroom door with the two guns in his hands, and running outside.
Blaine curls into a ball, buries his face between his knees, and forces himself to listen carefully. He knows he's not allowed to talk, to instead, he thinks, I love you, too.