Chapter 12

“Hey there.” Kurt said, walking into the conference room where Blaine was sitting, sketching mindlessly. “I'm going to get lunch, you want anything?”

Putting the pencil away and turning a page in his sketchbook to cover the drawing, Blaine eyed Kurt's body up and down and smirked before meeting his eyes. “Since I'm guessing having you for lunch is not an option…” He paused as Kurt rolled his eyes fondly. “I'd love that chicken sandwich you got me last week.” He said, rocking on his chair as he put his feet on the table.

“Copy that.” Kurt nodded, turning around to leave the room, but he paused and looked back at Blaine. “You can have me for dinner though.” He added with a wink, grinning when Blaine barely saved himself from falling off the chair, gripping the edge of the table tightly to steady himself, clearly not expecting that kind of answer. Laughing, Kurt finally left the room, leaving Blaine with a smirk playing on his lips as he shook his head in amusement, already thinking about what exactly he would do to Kurt after they got back home. Stretching, Blaine tried to push the images of dinner out of his mind, at least for now, knowing he still had to get through an entire afternoon of being stuck at the office and he would much rather do it without a boner.

Yawning, Blaine twirled the pencil absentmindedly between his fingers. He would much rather go out as well and join Kurt for lunch, but he knew that him being out in the open had to be reduced to a minimum, they couldn't risk anyone seeing him outside of prison, even completely by accident. Any slip up like that could cause Sebastian to find out he had been released from prison and it probably wouldn't take long for him to figure out that he was working for the FBI and all of their hard work and effort would go to waste in a matter of seconds. So as much as he hated being indoors all the time, Blaine was willing to suck it up and wait, especially since it felt like they were really getting closer to finally finding and putting the son of a bitch away once and for all.

Sighing, Blaine grabbed the sketchbook from the table and after making sure no one was going to come in, he turned the page and looked at the barely started sketch of Kurt he had been working on before the agent interrupted him. Running his fingers along Kurt's jawline on paper, Blaine couldn't help but let his mind wander, thinking about how different everything had been between them lately. They still bickered almost all the time, arguing about every little thing and they still had sex, but the difference was, more often than not, they found themselves sharing the bed afterwards as well. It started after that night when Kurt had that mysterious nightmare he refused to talk about, one night after sex Blaine just… did not want to leave. So he didn't. And the next time the same thing happened with Kurt – after riding Blaine into oblivion, he curled up next to him with no intention of leaving and Blaine didn't question it at all, only wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist in response.

As Blaine pressed the pencil against the paper, his mind went to those little moments, like him automatically making two mugs of coffee instead of one or Kurt making sure there weren't any olives on the pizza while ordering because he knew Blaine despised them. When he and Kurt fell asleep on the couch while watching something on the TV, tangled up together so they wouldn't fall down on the floor. Or how after a very long day at the Bureau they stumbled into the apartment and without any words spoken, they simply headed to Kurt's bedroom, taking off their clothes on the way before they plopped down on the bed, falling asleep almost instantly, just sharing a bed without even having sex beforehand. They did have sex later in the morning, but that was beside the point, whatever it was between them, it wasn't just about sex anymore. It was something else, something more and Blaine had no idea what to think about that.

On the other hand, maybe he knew exactly what it was; he was just too scared to admit it to himself.

Exiting the FBI building, Kurt took a deep breath, the cool air filling his lungs. It was exhausting, spending so much time in the office, so Kurt always happily welcomed any opportunity to get outside for some fresh air and to clear his head. It wasn't even that cold, it was unusually warm for this time of year, so Kurt really looked forward to his short walk to the coffee shop, hoping to stretch his muscles at least a little. Putting his hands in the pockets of his coat, Kurt headed in the direction of the coffee shop, walking with a spring in his step. He couldn't help it, he had been in a good mood for a while, he finally felt like they were getting somewhere with the Smythe case and he knew they were close, closer than ever. He could feel it in his bones.

Despite his best efforts not to think about work for a while, Kurt wasn't able to turn his brain off, and he eventually gave up, letting the details of the case fill his mind up again. Lost in his thoughts, he entered the narrow alley he always used as a shortcut to get to the coffee shop, but he couldn't help but notice that there was something… off. There was this weird feeling spreading over his body, as if there was someone watching him, but Kurt tried to shake it off, laughing internally at how paranoid he was being. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him, but before he had time to react and turn around, something hard hit his head from the back and the sharp pain erupted in his skull. Groaning, Kurt fell down on his knees, the blow not knocking him unconscious, but making his vision blurry and making the world spin around him as he lost his balance. Trying to focus, he blindly reached for his gun and he almost had it in his hand when the pain in the back of his head intensified as the second blow fell down on him.

Then everything went black.

Humming under his breath, Blaine was sketching until a loud grumbling in his stomach suddenly brought him out his trance. Glancing at the clock on the wall of the conference room, Blaine frowned. He had lost track of time and he didn't realize that it had been well over an hour since Kurt left and he should definitely be back already. Setting the pencil aside, he closed his sketchbook and he headed out of the room, going downstairs and walking up to Mike's desk.

“Hey.” He said, making Mike look up from the documents he was reading. “Have you seen Kurt?”

“Didn't he go out to get lunch?” Mike replied with a questioning expression on his face.

“Yeah. Over an hour ago.” Blaine stressed and Mike's brows furrowed in confusion, but before he could comment on it, Santana stepped into the office after getting out of the elevator and judging by the look on her face, it was obvious something was definitely wrong. Deadly pale, with a big envelope in her hands, she crossed the room in a few quick strides, raising her hand when Mike opened his mouth to start speaking.

“Conference room.” She said quietly. “Both of you.” She added, looking at Blaine meaningfully, and without saying anything else, she headed upstairs, the two men following right behind her.

Stepping into the room, Mike shut the door behind them, Santana stood next to the table, and Blaine didn't miss the way her hands were slightly shaking. Judging by the expression on Mike's face, he noticed it too.

“Santana.” Mike eventually said. “What's wrong?”

“A man walked into the Bureau about fifteen minutes ago.” Santana started slowly. “He said he was told to deliver a package. The guys downstairs examined it and when they discovered what was inside, they called me immediately.” She paused, staring at the envelope and the silence in the room was almost deafening.

“Come on, Lopez.” Blaine said impatiently, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach.

Her breath stuttering, Santana opened the envelope and turned it upside down, tossing its contents out on the table: a gun, a phone and a thin wallet. Walking up closer to take a better look, Blaine's heart dropped because he knew this phone, he had teased its owner about the phone case countless of times. Reaching for the wallet, he miraculously somehow managed to hide the tremor in his hands because he knew exactly what he would find inside. Taking a deep breath, he opened it, revealing Kurt's FBI ID card and his badge, and Blaine heard Mike gasp beside him when the agent leaned in to take a closer look.

Because inside, tucked under the badge to keep it in place, there was a white business card with the double S in the middle. The exact same one Sebastian Smythe always left on all of his crime scenes.

“Fuck.” Blaine growled, staring at the business card for a few seconds before throwing the wallet angrily back on the table and leaning against it with his hands clenched in fists. After taking a deep breath, he turned back to Santana. “That guy that brought the package, where is he?”

“Downstairs with the guards.” Santana replied. “He claims a man gave him five hundred bucks and told him to just walk into the building and say he had a package to deliver.”

“Smythe?” Mike asked, glancing questioningly at Blaine.

“Or someone he hired to grab Kurt.” Blaine shrugged, the thoughts in his head racing a mile a minute. “You have the sketch of Sebastian I drew, show it to him and we'll see what he says.”

“I'll bring him up here.” Santana said and rushed out of the room, almost running in the direction of the elevators.

“Okay.” Mike shook his head, massaging his temples and trying to focus, but Blaine could see the worry etched in the features of his face as he desperately tried to pull himself together. “Okay.” Mike repeated, sitting by the table and grabbing the laptop lying nearby. “In the meantime, I'll try to locate Kurt.”

“How?” Blaine frowned. “His phone is right there.”

“A while ago there was a case, two agents got kidnapped and killed. We weren't able to track them because their phones were turned off.” Mike started as he typed on the keyboard. “Ever since then, every agent has to wear a tracker somewhere in their clothing, every day, no matter what they're doing. Somewhere that no one would think to look for, some agents have it in their shoes or their watches.” Glancing at Blaine and seeing the surprised expression on his face, Mike smiled weakly. “Kurt has it in his belt.”

The sound of the door opening up made them both turn their heads and they saw agent Johnson walk into the room. “I just found out. What do we have?” He asked without wasting any time.

“Sir, agent Lopez is bringing the man that delivered the package up here to show him the sketch of Smythe to establish if he was the one that attacked agent Hummel.” Mike replied, straightening his back. “I'm trying to locate him using the personal FBI tracker.”

In that moment, Santana appeared along with a man who looked so scared that it seemed he was going to pass out any second. “Tell them what you told me.” She ordered, glaring at him with narrowed eyes, making the man jump.

“I… I was just heading home, minding my own business when this man walked up to me.” He stuttered out. “He asked me if I wanted to get some easy cash and he said I only had to deliver t-this package…”

“Where did this happen?” Johnson asked.

“It happened on the route that Kurt takes when he goes to get lunch, sir.” Santana replied and the man nodded. ”And there's a small alley that he uses as a shortcut that's perfect for…” Santana stopped, swallowing roughly. “I sent a team there, maybe they'll find something.”

Opening the file and grabbing the sketch, Blaine walked up to the man. “The man that paid you. What did he look like?”

“I… I don't know? Tall, with a long face… He kind of looked like a meerkat…” He trailed off, looking unsure and Blaine felt the anger rise in him.

“Is that him?” Blaine growled, basically shoving the sketch in the man's face, after a second his eyes widened and he started nodding vigorously. “Great.” Blaine muttered. “Sebastian must be pretty pissed if he decided to take the matter into his own hands.”

“Can I go now?” The man asked, looking pleadingly at them and after sharing a look with Johnson, Santana sighed and nodded, gesturing at the door.

“Go. Ask one of the agents to take you downstairs.”

When the man left, Santana opened her mouth, but whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her phone ringing. Picking up, she listened to the agent on the other end, well aware of everyone's eyes trained on her and watching her in anticipation.

“Okay, thanks.” Santana eventually hung up and took a deep breath before looking at the other people in the room. “They searched the area where Kurt might have been grabbed and they found nothing except for a brick covered with blood in the dumpster in the alley. They took the sample and are going to test it, but… but I'm pretty sure it's going to be a match with Kurt's.” She finished with a pained expression on her face.

“Found him!” Mike suddenly exclaimed, making everyone look at him with wide eyes. “According to his tracker, he's in one of the warehouses on the docks.”

“Sebastian always had a weird fascination with the docks.” Blaine muttered with a bitter smile on his face, remembering all too well his arrest five years ago. Shaking himself out of the memories, he tuned back in, focusing on the conversation happening in the room.

“We could send two teams and go in from two different sides.” Johnson was leaning over the table, pointing on the map spread on top of it. “Surround him and catch him off guard.”

“Maybe negotiating would be a better idea?” Santana suggested. “Offering him something in exchange for Kurt?”

“I'm not sure if that would work.” Mike said thoughtfully. “What if we…”

“You're going to get him killed.” Blaine quietly interrupted from where he was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed on his chest and a pensive look on his face, making everyone's head snap in his direction.

“Mr. Anderson.” Johnson finally spoke up, after a few moments of heavy silence. “Care to elaborate?”

Pushing himself off the wall, Blaine walked up to where the agents were standing. “Assuming Kurt is still alive…” Blaine started, ignoring the pang in his chest and the look on Santana's and Mike's faces. “The moment Sebastian even has a feeling you are nearby, he is going to kill him without any second thoughts and flee the scene to avoid getting caught. There won't be time to get Kurt out or to negotiate with Sebastian; he will shoot him right away when he hears the tiniest sound out of place.”

“Then what the hell are we supposed to do?!” Santana exclaimed angrily, her voice high while her eyes started to fill with tears. “If we don't do anything, Smythe is going to kill him anyway.”

Not replying, Blaine stared at Kurt's things on the table, knowing that there was only one possible solution and even if that wouldn't guarantee getting Kurt out of that warehouse safely. “I have a feeling Mr. Anderson has some kind of idea.” Johnson suddenly said, making Blaine's head snap up and after a second, he nodded.

“Let me go in.” He said, watching Santana and Mike look at him with wide eyes while Johnson's expression remained stoic. “No matter if he knows that I'm working with you or not, he won't pass up on an opportunity to talk to me. To brag.” Blaine huffed with a disdainful expression on his face. “I will be able to buy Kurt some time, maybe I'll manage to get him out somehow. You can wait nearby, rush in when he's safe.”

“What about your safety?” Mike asked and Blaine was aware that he must have noticed that Blaine didn't mention even once getting himself out of that warehouse alive.

“I'll be fine.” He replied curtly.

“Are you really willing to risk your life for a federal agent?” Santana asked, looking at him unbelievingly.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine looked at her to meet her eyes. “Yeah, I am.” He said quietly, letting sincerity flash in his eyes, not caring that he was letting his walls down for a second. The only thing that mattered right now was saving Kurt's life, nothing else. “Now, are you in? Because we're running out of time.”  

Nodding, Johnson sighed. “Let's do this. Lopez, with agent Hummel absent you are in charge. Keep me updated.” Turning around to leave, he started walking away, but stopped in the doorway, glancing at the rest of the group over his shoulder. “Do your best to bring him back.” He added softly before exiting the conference room.

“Okay, we need a plan.” Santana said decisively, wiping her eyes and clearing her throat, walking up to the table where Blaine was studying the map of the docks where the warehouse was.

“I might have an idea.”

The first thing that crossed Kurt's mind as he slowly started to regain his consciousness was that it was cold. Feeling like he was floating, still underneath the surface, he forced himself to open his eyes and groaned at the light from the lamp above him hitting him and slightly blinding him. Blinking, he slowly got used to it, realizing he probably was in some kind of a warehouse, judging by the look of the ceiling above him. Shivering, he noticed that he wasn't wearing his coat and he briefly wondered where the hell it was, but he was distracted by the wave of nausea coming over him. Breathing in and out, he tried to ignore the pounding in his head and after a second, he realized he could also feel the dull and throbbing pain in the back of his skull. Reaching behind, he felt dried blood as he gently touched the wound, trying to estimate how serious it was, but it seemed it wasn't that bad, just a medium cut and a bump. Rolling on his side, he slowly started to sit up, closing his eyes when the world spun around him a bit, and he took a few deep breaths, trying to regain the full control of his body. Feeling steady enough, he was about to stand up when a sudden voice sounded right in front of him.

“That's enough movement.” Kurt's head snapped up in the direction of the sound and he winced at the sudden move, but narrowed eyes and a glare quickly replaced the grimace on his face when he realized who was standing in front of him. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” Sebastian Smythe sneered and Kurt's eyes fell on the gun the man was holding and it took him only two seconds to realize that his situation was quite bad.

“Sebastian Smythe.” Kurt huffed, shaking his head. “You didn't think your list of offences was long enough? You had to add kidnapping a federal agent as well?”

“So quick witted.” Smythe commented with a smirk. “You don't scare easily, do you, pretty boy?” He asked and Kurt flinched internally. He grew quite fond of Blaine calling him that, with something warm and teasing in his eyes every time he said it, but in Smythe's mouth, it sounded more like a disdainful sneer and for a second Kurt felt as if he was back in high school.

“You're probably curious how I found you.” Smythe continued and Kurt couldn't help but roll his eyes. Blaine was right; modesty certainly wasn't Smythe's strong suit.

“I'm dying to know.”

“I've had someone tail you for the last few weeks. Follow you around every day.” Sebastian said with delight evident in his voice and Kurt's blood turned cold. If someone had really been watching him that meant they also saw Blaine and if Smythe knew about that… “Relax, Hummel, your boyfriend is safe.” Sebastian commented probably noticing the worry in Kurt's eyes and the fear in him was momentarily replaced by utter confusion.

“My boyfriend?” Kurt repeated with a frown, eliciting a loud laugh from Smythe.

“No need to pretend, pretty boy. My minion reported to me you live with him, but like I said, I'm not really interested in him right now.”

The moment Smythe mentioned living together, the realization dawned on Kurt. The man following him must have not known who Blaine was and he simply reported to Smythe that Kurt was living with someone and they assumed he was his boyfriend. Good, Kurt thought as he discreetly released a breath of relief, that meant Smythe still probably had no idea Blaine wasn't in prison anymore which meant that maybe Kurt would manage to keep him safe.

“What the hell do you want?” Kurt gritted out, glaring at Smythe.

“Oh, it's quite simple.” Smythe shrugged. “I want you to drop the investigation.”

“Did you honestly think I would drop it just because you threatened me?” Kurt looked at him incredulously. “You know nothing about me then.”

“No, I didn't think you would.” Smythe simply said. “That's why you're not walking out of here alive.”

Saying that, Smythe grinned, the smile on his face maniacal as his eyes remained cold. Slowly he raised his gun, pointing it at Kurt and Kurt stared right back at him, refusing to show any sign of weakness even though he was inevitably going to die in the next few seconds.

“Goodbye, agent Hummel.”

The drive to the docks had been silent, no one was in the mood to talk, they all battled against their thoughts, trying not to let any negative feelings get in the way. Blaine fiddled with the ring on his finger, breathing in deeply and mentally preparing himself for facing Sebastian and trying to get himself in the right mindset, to be the Blaine Anderson Sebastian remembered and thought he knew.

The truth was, Sebastian had never known him at all.

Mike and Santana were quiet as well and Blaine could see the tension in their shoulders and the worry in their eyes. Everyone was nervous, Blaine saw that when they were all getting in the cars, but it was different for those two, it wasn't just their boss, it was their best friend's life on the line and they had no other choice than to trust Blaine with it. What they didn't know was that Blaine would rather put himself in harm's way than let anything happen to Kurt and the reason of that was also a reason of many sleepless nights Blaine had spent staring at the ceiling, holding Kurt close and trying to figure out what was happening in his heart.

The car suddenly stopping broke Blaine out his thoughts. Glancing out the window, he confirmed they indeed had reached the docks and he could see the rest of the cars pull up as well and the other agents slowly started getting out of the vehicles. From the passenger seat, Santana turned back to face him and handed him a pen.

“It's a bug.” She explained. “Put it in your pocket and we will hear everything.”

“We'll be outside the whole time.” Mike added, turning in his seat as well. “We'll go in when you give us the all clear or if we… Or if something bad happens.” He hesitated and the calm expression on his face faltered a little and Blaine had to turn his gaze away, not wanting to see the fear in his eyes. Knowing there was no time to waste, Blaine moved to get out of the car and his hand was already on the door handle when Santana's voice stopped him.

“Blaine.” She had never called him by his first name before, so Blaine looked up with surprise only to see her looking at him with the most open expression on her face he had ever seen. “Good luck.”

Nodding, Blaine exited the car and with one last look at all the agents, he headed in the direction of the warehouse Sebastian and Kurt were supposedly in. It was a bit of a distance to get through, they didn't drive any closer on purpose, not wanting Sebastian to hear or suspect anything. As Blaine got closer to the warehouse, he forced himself to calm down and pushed the emotions away knowing that the moment he faced Sebastian, any wrong move, any sign of weakness or hesitation would not put just his life in danger, but most importantly, Kurt's.

When he reached the warehouse, he took a last deep breath and released it slowly when he noticed that door was slightly ajar. Slipping inside without making a sound, he stopped, careful to stay in the shadows, and looked around the warehouse, immediately spotting what he was looking for. There they were, in the middle of the warehouse, Kurt on the ground and Sebastian standing a few feet away from him with a smug expression on his face and a gun in his hand. Silently, Blaine moved closer, circling the crates to get in a better position and wait for the right moment to reveal himself.

“Did you honestly think I would drop it just because you threatened me? You know nothing about me then.” Blaine heard Kurt growl and when he glanced at him from behind the big box, he couldn't help but smile when he saw the furious expression on Kurt's face. He might have been kidnapped and at Sebastian's mercy, but no one pushed the Hummels around, Blaine remembered Kurt saying that it was something his dad had told him many years ago.

“No, I didn't think you would. That's why you're not walking out of here alive.” Sebastian said and the smile quickly disappeared from Blaine's face as he realized that things were going south pretty quickly and that he would have to intervene soon or Kurt would die. Seeing Sebastian raise his gun made Blaine's heart drop and he knew that that was it. There was no more time left.

“Goodbye, agent Hummel.”

Squaring his shoulders, Blaine focused, knowing that he was about to perform the most important con of his life. Showtime, he thought before he moved forward with no hesitation, confidently stepping into the light.

“You're never going to get away with this.” Kurt growled, staring at the barrel of the gun pointed right at him and trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest, knowing his stalling wouldn't buy him much more time.

“Looks like I already did.” Sebastian replied cockily and took a step closer, the gun still steadily pointed in Kurt's direction. Swallowing down, Kurt decided to screw his pride and closed his eyes, not wanting Smythe's face to be the last thing he ever saw in his life. Instead, he thought of Blaine and his hazel eyes and that one smile he seemed to have reserved for Kurt only, the one that reached his eyes and made his entire face light up. Hearing the click of the gun, he focused on that picture and braced himself for the shot…

“Well, well, well.” A sudden voice sounded next to them and Kurt's eyes popped open as his head snapped in the direction of the noise, just as Smythe's, both men immediately recognizing the voice. There, slowly and nonchalantly walking up to them was Blaine, hands in his pockets, wearing a smug expression on his face and in that moment Kurt knew that it wasn't the Blaine he had learned to know during the last months, it wasn't his Blaine. It was the Blaine that he had arrested five years ago and the one he offered the deal to in prison, the guarded and aloof one, with cold eyes and the always present smirk on his face. Kurt could only hope that Blaine was only pretending and trying to fool Smythe, but he would be lying if he said that there wasn't a tiny flicker of dread inside him, that maybe that was Blaine's plan all along.

“Blaine fucking Anderson!” Smythe exclaimed, his eyes wide in surprise, and he lowered the gun. “How the hell are you not in prison?”

“I'm on parole.” Blaine grinned with a shrug. “Good behavior and all that shit.” Hearing that, Kurt discreetly released the breath he was holding. If Blaine had been planning this all along, he would have had no reasons to lie to Smythe, he would have told him exactly how he managed to get out of prison earlier. Realizing he had to play along, Kurt glared at Blaine and huffed in annoyance, making Blaine glance at him with an arch eyebrow.

“Pretty boy. Fancy meeting you here.”  Blaine drawled, imitating what Kurt said to him right before he arrested him, just like he did when Kurt visited him in prison. Using the opportunity, he quickly looked him over, searching for any injuries, but luckily, it seemed that except from the gash on his head, Kurt was fine. “Anything you'd like to say?”

“Yeah.” Kurt gritted through his clenched teeth. “I just wonder why I bothered catching you if they let you out almost immediately.”

“Aw, the kitty got claws.” Sebastian grinned. “But how the hell did you find me here?” He asked, turning back to Blaine.

“I've been watching agent pretty over there since I got out, planning what to do to him for locking me up.” Blaine replied, shooting one more look in Kurt's direction before turning his gaze back to Sebastian. “Imagine my surprise when I was following him today and suddenly I saw someone smash a brick on the back of his head. Didn't know you had it in you, Bas, grabbing a fed in bright daylight? Bold move.”

“A lot changed since you went away, Blaine.” Sebastian shrugged. “Speaking of which, I'm sorry about that, I saw them approaching the docks, but before I could call and warn you, they already had you.”

Bullshit, Blaine thought, rolling his eyes internally and forcing a neutral expression on his face. “I get it, don't worry about it.” He replied.  “Anyway, after I saw you drag him to your car, I got into my car and followed you here.”

“I didn't even realize I was being tailed.” Smythe mused with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“I might have been in prison for five years, but I'm still that good, Bas.” Blaine smirked. “So, what did he do to you?” He asked, gesturing at Kurt.

“Oh, agent fairy got a little too close.” Smythe replied snidely, shooting a murderous glance in Kurt's direction.

“Craving another notch on your belt, don't you, agent Hummel?” Blaine raised his eyebrow. “Catching both of us, damn, that would sure boost your career up, wouldn't it?”

“Too bad it's never going to happen.” Sebastian chuckled darkly and Blaine definitely didn't like the evil glint in his eyes, the clear sign that he was about to do something stupid and undoubtedly insane.

“What do you want to do with him?” Blaine asked, tilting his head curiously, but inside, he was full of panic, knowing that he was probably slowly running out of time and wouldn't be able to stall Sebastian for much longer. He was pretty sure that by now the warehouse was surrounded by agents led by Mike and Santana, but with Sebastian still armed, Blaine needed to get him away from Kurt before he could call for backup.

“Put a bullet straight through his head.” Sebastian replied with a grin on his face and Blaine felt goosebumps on his skin when he saw it. Sebastian seemed even crazier than he had been before Blaine went to prison and it seemed like there was no way to talk him out of what he wanted to do. However, that didn't mean Blaine wouldn't try.

“Are you sure that's the best solution?” He asked, nonchalantly taking a few steps closer, making him stand almost right next to Kurt with Sebastian on his left. “There are so many things you could do now that you have him. He could be useful.”

“You know what, you may be right.” Sebastian slowly said with a lewd smirk on his face that made Blaine sick in his stomach. “He's a bit too girly for my taste, but if I turn him over so I don't have to see his face… We could have some fun.”

“I didn't know that other than a murderer you have also become a rapist.” Blaine said coldly, rage spreading through his body and he clenched his fists in his pockets when he glanced at Kurt, noticing that for the first time since he got to the warehouse, there was fear in Kurt's eyes. “That's not what I meant.”

“Oh, relax, Blaine.” Sebastian waved his hand dismissively. “Look, I know you were planning on taking your revenge and I kind of took it away from you, so you can have him first if you want.”

“Pass.” Blaine gritted out. “And you won't do it either.”

“Still so fucking noble.” Sebastian rolled his eyes. “But actually, you have a point, I don't have time for that. The feds are probably already looking for him all over the city.” With that, he raised his hand with a determined expression on his face, pointing the gun straight at Kurt and Blaine knew that time was up. Seeing Sebastian smirk and his finger twitch on the trigger, Blaine made up his mind and without a second thought, he took a quick step forward, stepping between Kurt and Sebastian right when the sound of the gunshot echoed in the warehouse.

Everything that happened after that seemed to be happening at the same time. The sharp pain in his abdomen milliseconds after the gunshot, Kurt's loud, desperate scream, the shocked expression on Sebastian's face and the sudden wave of agents rushing into the warehouse. Feeling like everything was happening in slow motion, Blaine fell down on the ground, landing on his back as the ceiling started spinning, but suddenly there was Kurt's face above him and hands, probably Kurt's, pressing the wound and making Blaine groan loudly in pain and squeeze his eyes shut. When he opened them seconds later, Kurt's lips were moving, but Blaine couldn't hear anything except for the ringing in his ears and the only thing he could focus on was Kurt's face and those piercingly blue eyes above him. But there was something wrong, something that didn't fit and it took Blaine a moment to realize that there were tears rolling down Kurt's cheeks, tears that made his eyes seem ever more blue than usually, and it wasn't right, it wasn't right because Kurt didn't cry, Kurt hadn't cried since his parents' funeral because nothing as tragic had happened to him ever since, why would Kurt cry right now? It didn't make any sense…

Gathering all of his strength, he slowly lifted his hand, reaching for Kurt's face who must have realized what he was doing because he leaned closer until Blaine's fingers brushed against his cheek in a weak attempt of brushing his tears away. Feeling himself drift away, Blaine let his hand fall down and he could have sworn that he heard Kurt's desperate voice calling out his name before everything went black.