“Even the CIA doesn’t know anything about my existing. They heard the failed mission and that everyone died. When planning the attack, we stayed here. After they died, I kept myself hidden here, hoping they would find me. They didn’t come.

They didn’t even bother to search for survivors or pick up the bodies. We were dead in societies eyes anyway.

When I thought it was true, I was proven wrong. No one cares for me. No one ever did. If they came too close, something would take them away, and it’d be my fault. It was always my fault.”

The lump in Kurt’s throat was growing rapidly. Tears were streaming faster and faster over his cheeks. He wanted to do something to comfort him, but didn’t know what.

He looked in Blaine’s eyes, red and filled with tears, yet no tear escaped his eye. They were all held back. If he was being tough or didn’t want to show weakness, Kurt will never know.

Without a hesitation, without even really knowing what he was doing, he leaned in closer to Blaine and embraced him. With little power, he forced Blaine to stand up. His arms were around his neck, his head resting on Blaine’s shoulder. Pulling him tighter, he lets his tears fall on Blaine’s shoulder.

Blaine is startled at Kurt’s sudden move. He just stands still with his hands to his side. It takes him a few seconds to realize what is actually happening.

“I care for you.” Kurt whispered in his ear as he sobbed on.

Suddenly, he felt himself getting even closer to Blaine. After being surprised so much, he gave in. He wrapped his arms around Kurt’s back and pushed him closer. His head rested on his shoulder as he finally let out those tears he was holding in for far too long. Kurt’s shoulder was getting soaked from Blaine’s tears, but it didn’t matter to him. It was nice to be hugged.

“I will do anything I can to make sure you will succeed. You deserve it.” Kurt whispered in his ear with determination. He didn’t lie. Blaine was been through far too much, this was his only way he could lift his pain, or at least try.

Pressed together for a while, silence fell. Both enjoyed the comfort of someone other than themselves. It felt safe in the arms of another person.

Minutes, they stayed this way. Neither wanted to let go. The strong, warm touch of the other was comforting. Eventually Kurt felt he had to let go. He loosened his grip and when Blaine didn’t notice this, he gently pushed himself away from the other man.

Kurt simply smiled at Blaine, whose eyes were red, but also relieved.

“Just out of curiosity, you’ve been working a lot at your computer, what do you actually do?” Kurt asked, feeling fresh after Blaine’s honesty and wanting to change the subject.

“Come, I’ll show you.” Blaine answered, grabbing Kurt’s hand and guiding him to his desk. Blaine sat down in the chair as he let Kurt stand over him and watch over his shoulder.

“First of all, this isn’t your ordinary computer. This computer has access to every file of the FBI and CIA. We had it to search files on Rivali and his accomplices. Now, it keeps me updated and lets me find even more.”

Blaine presses on some keys, showing Kurt criminal records of people, some he recognizes from the kidnapping. A cold shiver crawls up from his back at the look of the pictures of those men, staring in the distance with a sign with numbers in their hands. Quickly, he shakes it off and concentrates back to what Blaine is telling him.

“Yet, that is not the most important thing. This computer also has the control of the security camera’s that hang around here. They were hung so we wouldn’t have to go outside and blow our cover.

Here is the back of the building, the main hall, the one in the hall right outside this door.” He pointed out half a dozen camera’s more and showed them. All showed pieces of the warehouse. There was so little happening Kurt was wondering for a second if it weren’t pictures, but after he saw a mouse running over the sight of the camera, that thought disappeared.

“And here is the most important one, the main entrance. It’s so important, because it’s so easy to –“ Blaine stopped. His hands were floating above the keyboard, and all his movements stopped.

“Blaine, what is going on?”

He didn’t answer. His eyes were fixed on the screen that showed about half a dozen men walking towards a building.

“Blaine, what is going on?” He asked again.

It escaped his mouth fast.

“They’re here.”