There are certain times within life where you think to yourself, 'I really wish things were easier'. It could be during a particularly hard exam in college which you have studied for hours on end for yet never gets simpler. It could be on a bad day where you've just got fired from your job, you have a box full of your desk items in your arms and the heavens have opened yet you've forgotten your umbrella. There isn't a taxi in sight so you'll have to walk home in the pouring rain and face the fact that you are now unemployed. Also your top of the range laptop which is worth more than your life is slowly but surely getting destroyed by the water.

Those are times where 'I really wish things were easier' apply exceptionally well. Of course things could always be a lot worse however that doesn't stop the fact that things are currently in a bad way and you would really like it if they weren't.
Kurt Hummel has had quite a few times in his 23 years of life where he really wished that things would get easier for himself. When his mother had died and Kurt was forced to grow up faster than a seven year old should, he had wished things were easier. Kurt had spent the majority of his high school experience being thrown into dumpsters, pushed against lockers and being mocked in general. He really had wished that those times were easier than they were also. His Fathers heart attack which had hospitalised him? Yeah it would have been nice if those times were easier too.

That being said, however, there is definitely one thing Kurt Hummel could never back down from, and that one thing could be found in all of the experiences in which Kurt had wished things to be easier.

That one thing is a challenge.

In fact, Kurt lived for challenges. Being constantly put down for years on end had ignited a spark in Kurt that could never be put out. After finally graduating from high school, Kurt swore to never be made to feel inferior again, and one step better than that, he was going to be the superior one from now on. Tired of being made to seem weak, Kurt accepted any and every challenge that came his way. Including the biggest challenge of his life, a challenge that tested him every single day, that kept Kurt at the very top of his game.

And that is why Kurt Hummel became an assassin.

It isn't that Kurt liked killing people, to be perfectly fair he actually tried to not think about the whole 'dying' part of his occupation. He just enjoyed knowing that he is in charge of every situation, he is the one with the gun to the head of his victim and there is nothing they can do about it except scream as the bullet pierces their body. Kurt is no baby penguin anymore, he is a 23 year old killing machine with a lot of money for being the best assassin in all of the New York area. So his old bullies can stick that in their pipe and smoke it.

Being an assassin was no walk in the park, that was for sure. You'd think that killing somebody was as simple as finding them in a crowd, backing them into a dark alley and shooting them through the mouth. At least, that's what Kurt thought when he first joined the company he works for. He soon learnt that that sort of thinking would quickly get him arrested, or worse, killed. Kurt had to learn from scratch what it took to become a great assassin and he prided himself in the fact that he had become one of the best. Implanted in his brain, like a second nature to him, was all the best ways to not only find his victims, but the best ways to kill them without drawing unwanted attention or suspicion.

One of the biggest challenges Kurt had to face each day was hiding his occupation from his family. Burt Hummel was not only his father but also his best friend, so keeping the biggest part of Kurt's life away from him was difficult. It was also a necessity however, as anyone who had watched Spiderman (and seriously, who hasn't?) knows that with great power comes great responsibility. In other words, if anybody found out what Kurt did, they could use his family against him and if there was one thing Kurt despised then it was people using those he cared about to get to him. In order to protect him, keeping Burt out of the loop was something that had to be done. Also, Kurt wasn't too sure he'd like his father to know that he killed people for a living. It was one of the main reasons as to why Kurt moved to New York with Rachel in the first place. He had told his family and friends that, after not getting a place at NYADA, he would be going to New York to search for opportunitys in the fashion industry. In fact, Kurt still kind of had hope with that and could only wish that one day he would tire of killing people for insane amounts of money and would settle down for a less (but not by much) demanding job. But Kurt had known what he wanted as soon as he threw his graduation cap into a crowd of people he despised and it had nothing to do with pinning cute skirts on stick-thin models.

As Kurt sat down at his desk on monday morning with a cup of coffee in his hand, he found an A4 sized brown envelope with the words 'Top Secret' printed on in red ink waiting for him. Kurt could only hope that this case would actually be a real challenge for him. Sure, everyday he was met with challenges such as hiding secrets from his friends and also living with the fact that he, in every sense of the word, was a murderer. However he didn't want another case which only took two days and was as simple as making a cup of coffee to him. Kurt wanted something exciting, something that would put him on edge the entire time, a case that would make Kurt feel fabulous and indestructable when he inevitably kills his victim in the end.

Kurt tore open the envelope and pulled out the small stack of papers that were stapled together. He scanned the top sheet which contained the basic information about the case such as who had arranged for the assassination to take place, how much they had paid and the time limit in which Kurt would have to complete the case (a week for this one). What intrigued Kurt, however, was the three small characters printed next to the slot which usually showed who had arranged the case.

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Kurt had never been set any cases where he hadn't known who was paying him to get the job done but despite this he did know that those three characters meant that whoever Kurt was about to kill, it was his company that wanted it done. So whoever this person was, they must be a threat to the company if Kurt's boss was willing to use his own money to get rid of the target.

Curiousity finally getting the better of him, Kurt flipped over to the next page and his eyes instantly fell upon the photograph that was attached to the file by a paper clip. It looked like a paparazzi photograph, taken whilst the man was blissfully ignorant of any cameras. His honey-brown eyes were staring off into the distance, showing no emotion at all yet still managing to look beautiful. His hair was dark and curly, cut short and falling slightly onto his forehead just above two thick eyebrows. The man's lips were full and a pale pink colour in comparison to his golden tanned skin. He wore a dark purple polo shirt which was buttoned right to the base of the thick collumn that was his neck.

Kurt's jaw had dropped slightly and he quickly snapped his mouth shut when he realised. It didn't matter how utterly gorgeous the man was, he was going to end up dead and Kurt was the one doing it. To be fair, Kurt did want a challenge, and not throwing this man to a bed and having his wicked way with him would definitely be a challenge.
So when Kurt looked down to the name of the victim he couldn't help but let out a puff of silent laughter, a sly smirk sliding onto his features.

Blaine Anderson, huh. A challenge indeed.

Kurt had heard a lot about the infamous Blaine Anderson. When he had first become an assassin, Anderson was the guy that Kurt had wanted to be like. Everybody in the business had heard about him, everybody wanted to be him. He was the best of the best and he knew exactly how good he was apparently. He worked for the rival company but apparently not for much longer.

Kurt continued to smirk as he realised what this meant. When Kurt successfully kills his only competition, he will be the best assassin in New York, the most feared and the one young assassins aspire to be like. And he gets all of this with a nice sum of money included.

Yes, Kurt thinks to himself as he shuffles through the papers, this is definitely a challenge worth accepting.

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Blaine Anderson really wished things were easier.

What with his father constantly breathing down his neck, his mother refusing to acknowledge his existance, oh and the tiny fact that Blaine killed people for a living, he really wished he could catch a break.

He had never planned for this, to become an assassin. In fact, it goes against everything he believes in to kill people and Blaine finds it hard to believe that anybody would take comfort in doing it. The worst part of it all however is that Blaine does it so well. He is the best assassin in New York, or so his father reminds him every single day.

Blaine isn't too sure how to feel about that. On one hand, he hates to be praised for ruthlessly killing people for money. But on the other hand, it isn't often that his father feels Blaine has done well in life.

Since an early age, the younger Anderson was always made to feel inferior to his father. He would constantly be at Blaine about doing well in school so that he could go to college and become a lawyer like his father. In fact, Blaine did do really well in school, and he was even accepted into the Columbus School of Law. He didn't manage to study there in the end because the Anderson family became bankrupt after a particularly bad summer and Mr. Anderson had had to use all of Blaine's college fund on trying to get their family back to the top again. Blaine didn't mind too much, he hated Law and he despised the thought of following in his father's footsteps to become a lawyer. But the one thing Blaine did want, was for his father to be proud of him somehow.

You see, Blaine wasn't his fathers perfect son, he was far from it actually. Blaine loved music and art. He loved to sing at the top of his lungs, strum a guitar until his fingers bled, paint beautiful pictures of everything his eyes landed on. It was his passion and Blaine couldn't imagine anything else making him as happy. His father saw this as 'girl interests' though and quickly took away all of Blaine's intruments and painting equipment. At the age of 15, Blaine really had nothing better to do than to throw himself into studying, in hopes that maybe his father would be happy with him then and things could be easier.

But of course things didn't get easier for him. In fact, they got a whole lot worse when Blaine noticed that he wasn't looking at girls in the same way that his few friends were. When Wes would point out a good looking girl, Blaine would feel nothing towards her and would merely shrug and say 'She's alright, I guess'. Blaine tried desperately to act like the other boys in his school, he wanted to fawn over the girls in the school across from them, he wanted to get excited about sneaking them into their dorms. But he couldn't, and for one reason only. Blaine liked boys.

Coming out to his parents caused mixed reactions but neither were nice ones. Blaine's mother had put her hands on Blaine's shoulders, looking straight into the eyes Blaine had inherited from her. The younger Anderson hoped desperately that his mother was about to hug him, tell him everything was okay. Instead, she slapped him harshly across the face. The blood rushed to Blaine's cheek as quickly as the tears flooded his eyes.

"Don't ever say that again in this house, do you hear me Blaine?" His mother had shouted, her eyes cruel and her mouth turned up into a snarl. Blaine had no choice but to nod before turning to his father who simply shook his head.

So on Blaine's 18th birthday, he decided that if nothing had changed in three years then they were most likely not going to change at all. He had nothing to lose really, he had no idea what was happening once he graduated high school as his father had used his college money. With that thought in mind, he approached his parents in their study and stood quietly before them.

"Mum, Dad," He started, his voice shaking with nerves. His parents looked up at him with bored expressions on their faces, "I'm sorry, but it's been three years and I still like boys"

Blaine waited patiently, watching his parent's faces for any sign of emotion but his mother simply turned her head back to her book.

"Mum?" Blaine whimpered slightly. That was the last time his mother acknowledged Blaine.

Mr. Anderson however stood up from his seat and walked over to Blaine, placing a hand on his shoulder. Blaine's stomach swooped in anticipation that maybe his father was finally accepting his son.

"Let's go for a walk, Son"

The older male pushed Blaine slightly until they both walked out of the study, through the back door and out into the grounds. His father removed his hand from Blaine, instead folding his hands behind his back as they strolled across the grass.

"I can't help but be disappointed in you, Blaine" He had said, his voice showing no emotion. Blaine's heart sunk and he hung his head.

"I'm sorry" He whispered, barely audible over the natural afternoon sounds.

"I never expected to have a fag- well someone like you as a son, but after Cooper left to follow his ridiculous dream of becoming a film star, I had hope for you"

Blaine had never felt so ashamed of himself in his life. He knew he couldn't help liking boys or enjoying music and art, but he really wished he could change it. Similar to his older brother Cooper, he had dreams and he desperately wanted to reach them. The only difference was that Coop was brave enough to pack up his things in the middle of the night and leave to acheive those dreams. Blaine simply wasn't.

"Seeing as neither of my sons can control their own lives to a good standard, I will have to sort yours out for you," Mr. Anderson sighed, looking into the distance with a frown on his face.

"From now on you will forget about...other men, you will forget everything other than graduating high school, then you will come to work for me-"

"But I want to be a musician!" Blaine protested, wringing his hands nervously in front of him as his father turned to glare at him.

"Do you have any idea what I've done to protect this family? Of course you don't, you were too busy being a disgusting freak with other boys to notice that despite this family being bankrupt, we still have the finer things in life" His father snarled causing Blaine to cower back.

"H-how did you do it?"

That was the day that Blaine found out his father was the Boss of a top assassin group based in New York city.

He was shocked, to say the least. He knew his father was a cruel man, but to run a business that set out to kill people, well Blaine couldn't help but be surprised. He always thought things like that only happened in movies, but evidently not. Blaine wasn't happy that he was being forced to join the group and train to be an assassin straight out of high school, the whole family moving to New York to make the process easier (and by this, Blaine knows that it was simply so his father could make sure Blaine wasn't messing up). But he had to prove to his father that he wasn't worthless.

Five years down the line and at 22 years of age, Blaine was the best. He channeled all of his frustration and anger at life into his job and it paid off thoroughly. His father constantly informed Blaine that he was the best, but the younger man still didn't feel he was proving himself enough. He didn't want to just be the best, he wanted to be better than that. He wanted to take over the company and prove his father that Blaine was superior to him in every single way.

Monday morning found Blaine sitting at his desk with tired eyes. He had no cases yet so wasn't entirely sure why his father had phoned him in. Sure, he had nothing better to do with his day, but he would much rather waste his day in the comforts of his own apartment than the office.

Blaine was just considering whether to get some coffee when his father walked into his office.

"You're late" Mr. Anderson said, although Blaine was actually 10 minutes early and it was his father who was late.

"Sorry" Blaine mumbled nevertheless.

"I have a new case for you and it's a big one but I'm sure there won't be a problem for you" He said, dropping an envelope onto Blaine's desk, "You have 7 days" He adds before strolling back out of the room. Blaine glared at his retreating back before turning his gaze to the envelope. He picked it up with a sigh and tore it open, pulling out the case file.

Inside he finds a couple of photos of a young man, 23 when Blaine checks. All of the photos were taken without the man's knowledge and Blaine studied them carefully. The man was beautiful to say the least. His skin was as pale, smooth and flawless as porcelain. His chestnut hair was coiffed to an inch of perfection. He wore a pale blue button up shirt, left open at the top to reveal more of his enticing skin, stretched over prominant collar bones. On his legs were super-tight jeans that didn't leave much to the imagination, causing Blaine to gulp and avert his eyes back to the man's face. He had a button nose, turned up slightly at the end which Blaine couldn't but see as cute. His lips were wide and pink, turned up into a smile which revealed a small dimple in each cheek. But what attracted Blaine the most was this man's eyes. Even through a photo, Blaine could see that they were a mix of blues and green and even maybe a little bit of grey. They reminded Blaine of a forceful sea or a ferocious storm in the sky, yet the man in question showed no anger. He was completely and utterly beautiful.

Blaine flicked through a couple of the other photos before reading through the information, having to double take when he saw the name of the victim.

Kurt Hummel.

He had heard that name before, a few times in fact. His stomach swooped slightly as he looked back to the photographs and remembered exactly how he knew of Kurt Hummel. He worked for their rival company and he was good apparently, really good. If Blaine was to have a competetion, it would be Hummel. Clearly Blaine's father could see this and wanted him out of the picture, not for Blaine's own success but for the benefit of the company. It wasn't good having an incredible assassin on a rival company.

Blaine decided to give the beautiful man in the photographs one more longing look before he buckled down, pushing any thoughts other than 'he must die' out of his head.

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Both Kurt and Blaine had had many times in this lives which they wished would just be easier for them, but things were about to get a whole lot harder and both men will have to wish really hard this time.