Blaine Anderson was mad. No, mad wasn't the right word. Blaine was furious. He was pacing around a room, waiting for his partner to join him. “This fucking idiot.” He muttered under his breath.  Tonight's job was supposed to be easy, the only thing they had to do was break into the museum, steal the painting and replace it with a forgery. Quickly and quietly. But no, of course not, Blaine thought bitterly. He always has to complicate everything. He stopped abruptly when he heard the door open.

“Hello, sunshine.” Sebastian Smythe said, walking into the room, huge grin on his face. “Aww, you don't look very pleased, what's up, darling?”

Blaine was seconds away from tearing the man to pieces. “What's up? WHAT'S UP?!” He yelled. “This job was supposed to be nice and easy, there was no need to kill this couple, you know that, Seb! Why the fuck did you do this?!”

“They saw us. It was…”

“No, they didn't!” Blaine interrupted. “All they saw were two shadows, they were no threat, what's wrong with you?!”

Sebastian looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Wrong? With me? You're not turning soft, are you, Blaine?”

“I'm not turning soft, you idiot.” Blaine snarled. “I'm just opposed to unnecessary deaths, they didn't have to die.”

 “Why does it even bother you? Job's done, nothing else matters.” Sebastian shrugged. “You need some time to cool down, then we're gonna talk, I'm not in the mood to listen to your whining, I'm far too happy for that. I'll see you later.” With that, Sebastian turned around and left the apartment, the smirk never disappearing from his face.

Blaine groaned in frustration. It wasn't the first time they had a fight like this and just like before, Sebastian stormed out without solving the problem. Blaine was starting to get worried about his partner's reckless behavior. It could get them caught one day and wearing these orange prison clothes wasn't really on the top of his to-do list. Blaine sighed deeply and moved to the kitchen. He was always starving after doing a job, he couldn't help it. While making a sandwich, he started to think again. He had to do something about Sebastian, he was getting out of control.

The Anderson/Smythe duo specialized in robbery and forgery, Blaine could forge absolutely everything; bonds, paintings, sculptures, any piece of art. They became famous very quickly, everybody knew that they were the best, no one had ever tried to deny that. At the beginning they also agreed – not killing unless it's absolutely necessary. They knew that sometimes it would be inevitable and Blaine was okay with that, though it was always Sebastian who did it. But lately… Lately Sebastian started to act differently. He started talking about “broadening their interests” as he put it. He wanted to add contract killing to their repertoire and that was something Blaine wasn't okay with. Like he said, he was opposed to unnecessary deaths. After a fight Sebastian would drop the subject but Blaine knew better than that. The idea was still in Sebastian's head and it wouldn't be easy to persuade him out of it. After a while Blaine noticed that his partner started to act looser during their jobs, like he wanted someone to see them so he could kill them, just to prove a point. He had to be stopped and Blaine had yet to figure out how to do this. He really didn't want to wear the orange clothes for 10 years or maybe even more.

Blaine ate his sandwich and decided to stop thinking for now. He was way too tired for this at the moment. He took a quick shower, then walked to the bedroom and threw himself on the bed. He was exhausted. Yes, he'd worry about Sebastian tomorrow.

The phone was ringing.

Why the hell is it ringing?!

Blaine opened his eyes and blinked few times. He glanced at the clock. 7 a.m.

“What the fuck?” He mumbled sleepily and took his phone from the nightstand. Five missed calls, all from Sebastian. Blaine was about to call him back when he received a text. He opened it, hoping that Sebastian had a fucking good reason to wake him up so early.

Sebastian: Meet me in the docks. 5 p.m. The usual place.

Blaine groaned, tossed his phone aside and buried his face in the pillow. Why did he wake him up at 7 a.m., if the meeting is in the late afternoon? Bastard. It was a payback for the fight, Blaine was sure about that. He took his phone, sent a reply and went back to sleep.

When he woke up again, it was 10 a.m. He stretched his arms and lazily got up from the bed. After small breakfast and the shower he decided to work on few forgeries he had to finish before the end of the week. He walked into his studio and instantly felt relaxed and comfortable. It was the magic of the art – it always calmed him, the studio was his sanctuary. He started humming quietly and began to work.

Blaine was so focused on his work that he couldn't feel the time passing, it always happened. Suddenly it was already 4 p.m., and he had to get going. He took his gun, put it in the holster and put the leather jacket on to cover the weapon. He grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

He reached the docks exactly at 5 p.m. He headed to the place where they usually met but Sebastian wasn't there. That was weird. Sebastian was never late. Suddenly Blaine heard the footsteps behind him. He turned around, expecting to see Sebastian but the person he saw definitely wasn't his partner. This man was slim, pale, his hair coiffed.  He was standing few meters away from Blaine and looking at him with a slight smile on his face. Even from the distance, Blaine could see how incredibly blue his eyes were. Damn, he was hot.

“Well, well, well.“ The stranger said, his voice higher than usual male voice. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hello there, gorgeous.” Blaine replied in a low, sultry voice. “I'm almost 100% sure that we've never met, I'm pretty sure I'd remember you.” Blaine's eyes slowly raked the man's body up and down. “So tell me handsome” He took a few steps forward “Who are you and what are you doing here? Such a pretty face alone in the docks?”

The man slightly tilted his head and looked at Blaine with curiosity. “I've always wondered what would it be like to meet you, Blaine Anderson.” He responded, catching Blaine slightly off guard by knowing his name. The forger opened his mouth to say something, but the man kept talking. “I have to say, I'm not disappointed. Unfortunately, as delightful as this conversation is, I'm afraid it has to end.”

“Why the rush, babe?” Blaine asked and winked, even though he didn't feel as confident as he did at the beginning of the conversation.

The man smirked. “I believe you have somewhere else to be.”

“Is that so? And where would that be?”

“Prison.”

Before Blaine had time to react, he saw people running towards him, guns in their hands, wearing the jackets with “FBI” written on them. Suddenly his hands were grabbed from behind, his gun was ripped from the holster and after few seconds he felt the handcuffs on his wrists.

The stranger slowly walked up to him, smiling like the Christmas came earlier this year. “Blaine Anderson, youre under arrest, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interrogation time and at court.” He turned to the man holding Blaine from behind. “Take him, Mike.”

The agent started walking him to the car, when Blaine abruptly stopped and turned his head around. “At least tell me your name, gorgeous. I think I deserve to know.”

The man looked at him and smiled sweetly. “Special Agent Kurt Hummel. I'd say that it's nice to meet you… but I'm not a big fan of lying. But I have to say, it's really nice to catch at least one of you.” With that he turned around and walked to the group of agents standing nearby.

The agent holding Blaine walked him to the car and told him to get inside. When he was sitting in the backseat, Hummel's words suddenly hit him. “… it's really nice to catch at least one of you.” Sebastian.  It had to be him. Tipped the feds off to get rid of him. “You'll pay for this, you fucking asshole.” Blaine mumbled angrily under his breath. Oh, he would pay. Blaine hadn't known how yet, but he knew one thing - revenge is a dish best served cold. And he'd make sure that it tastes fucking delicious.

Through the window Blaine could see the agents getting into the cars, he saw the Asian agent, the same one that put him in the car, walk in his direction.

Blaine sighed. Looks like I'll have to get used to these orange clothes.