"I cannot believe I am doing this" Kurt muttered to himself as he pulled a duffel bag out of his closet and started to pile things into it. This was not good at all, it could only end badly but for some unknown reason, he was still packing.

"I'm not taking you on holiday Hummel, just pack the basics!" The other assassin moaned from where he sat cross legged on Kurt's bed. Both men now had their shirts back on and when Kurt looked up to glare at his recently made partner in crime, he couldn't help but glance at the hickey on his neck.

Dammit, now that was all Kurt was going to be able to think about for the entire time they spent together. He was going to have to remember how good it felt with his lips attached to Anderson's neck, how good it felt when he...

No.

"Fuck you," Kurt spat before turning back to his closet, "This is packing light"

He continued to throw clothes into the bag without really paying attention. He didn't expect to stop off at Anderson's place too so Kurt packed enough clothes for the two of them. He ignored his enemy's (partner, Kurt scolded himself) whining and turned toward the bed, falling to his knees in front of Anderson.

"Now isn't really the time to-"

"Don't even finish that sentence" Kurt deadpanned, throwing the blanket away from the end of the bed and pulling out the drawer that was beneath it. It wasn't the most secret of hiding places but the numerous amounts of fashion magazines covering Kurt's gun collection would throw off anyone. Especially Rachel who after many years still didn't pay attention to fashion, or you know...nice clothes.

Kurt started to pull the guns from their hiding place and put them into his duffel bag. He tensed, shuddering slightly when he felt a breath on his neck although he wasn't sure if the shudder was from dislike or attraction.

"Nice hiding place" Anderson snorted causing Kurt's head to snap up with anger, bringing them closer than expected as Anderson leant over the edge of the bed.

"Look, if you have nothing fucking constructive to say than keep your mouth shut! Seriously, you don't stop talking, no wonder the company wanted you dead" Kurt grumbled, trying (and failing) to ignore how close their faces were. Anderson looked shocked for a fleeting moment before his expression turned cold once more. He sat back up and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Alright, jeeze, I was just messing around" He said. Kurt pushed the drawer back somewhat violently and grabbed his bag before standing up.

"Well don't," Kurt snapped, clenching his fists at his side, "Let's get a few things straight here Anderson, we aren't friends and we are not on 'messing around' terms, we are going to get this done as soon as humanly possible so that I can resume my case, the one which ends with you dead"

Kurt was breathing heavily, glaring at the other male who was matching his expression. Kurt hadn't meant to lash out like that, not really. He was just being defensive because in actual fact, he found Anderson quite funny and if things were different than Kurt would be all over him. But things weren't different and that was the bottom line. It was easier this way for both of them. If they were to create a friendship during their time spent together then it would just make it that much harder to kill each other off. Kurt didn't want to regret killing this guy...he didn't want to have to grieve the loss of somebody he never should have met in the first place. Because either way, Anderson was going to be dead in the next 7 days and nothing, not even a potentional friendship could stop that.

"Noted" Anderson nodded and the look in his eye gave Kurt the impression that he understood why Kurt was acting that way. Kurt nodded also before giving the room another look.

"Where is my wallet-" Kurt stopped before remembering that he had left his wallet in his jacket pocket. The jacket that Anderson had stripped off of him barely an hour previously. He changed a glance at Anderson, catching his smirk. Kurt rolled his eyes and picked up the two guns, his own and the dead guys, from his dresser, putting them back in the back of his jeans.

He walked over to the bed, dropping his bag and standing up on it, ignoring the fact he was still wearing shoes.

"What are you doing?" Anderson asked curiously.

"I don't want to have to stop off at any banks, anywhere they can track us down" Kurt explained as he lifted the large photo frame that was hanging above his bed from the wall. The photo frame was full of photographs from Kurt's high school years, from Glee Club mostly as they were the only happy times Kurt had had in that school. Kurt looked at them wistfully, missing his friends more than anything in that moment, before resting the frame against the head-board of the bed. The frame was hiding a safe that Kurt had placed into the wall in the second year of his new occupation when he realised it wasn't a good idea to keep his entire earnings in a bank account.

Kurt entered the code and opened the safe, holding out a hand behind him and not bothering to turn around.

"Pass me the bag" He demanded, reaching into the safe and pulling out a few stacks of money that each contained $1000. He didn't exactly feel comfortable bringing so much money with him but he really didn't want to stop off at a bank if anything were to happen, plus it wasn't like he didn't have enough of the stuff if any of it went missing.

"Manners go a long way you know" Anderson scoffed, passing the bag nonetheless. Kurt started to pile the money into the bottom of the duffel bag.

"You have more things to worry about than my manners, Anderson" He replied curtly, surprised when the other man didn't retort back.

Everything else needed for their mission would have to be collected on their travels. They'd have to make a stop at Sams house...

"We don't need to go to mine, all the equipment we'll need is at a friends house...we'll have to go visit him" Anderson said after the short silence. Kurt nodded and decided not to mention that he never planned on going to Anderson's place anyway. Just because he couldn't be friendly to his temporary partner didn't mean he had to be constantly at his throat.

"Let's go" He said jumping down from the bed, zipping up the bag and lifting it over his shoulder.

---

Blaine bent over and picked up the two jackets that had previously been thrown to the floor in haste. He let himself mourn momentarily over the loss of what could have been before passing Hummel his jacket. Blaine slid into his own and checked to make sure his phone was still in the pocket which it was. He'd have to phone Nick later to make sure he would be around within the next 24 hours.

Turning around, he found Hummel writing something onto a peice of paper. His eyebrows were drawn in frustration as he crossed something he'd just written out. It appeared like he was leaving a note.

"Does your company teach you nothing?" Blaine asked, moving to stand next to Hummel by the kitchen counter. He looked up at Blaine's words and raised an eyebrow.

"Is that a rhetorical question or are you going somewhere with it?" He asked, bitch face in full effect. Blaine laughed and pointed toward the peice of paper.

"Leaving notes? Not such a good idea, it could give hints to people trying to find you" He explained, feeling slightly full of himself at finding a flaw in Hummel's ways.

"You're right" He sighed, screwing up the note and taking Blaine by surprised. He stuffed the screwed up peice of paper into the pocket of his jeans before pulling on his jacket.

"I am?" Blaine asked causing the other assassin to chuckle softly.

"Don't get used to it," He sighed, moving towards the front door and picking up the duffel bag, "I do know you're not supposed to leave notes, I guess I just didn't want to have to speak directly to Rachel"

"Your room mate?" Blaine asked as they left the apartment. He waited patiently for the door to be locked before descending the staircase together.

"Yes, my room mate...I have to tell her to not come back to the apartment for a couple of days, but for her to actually do what I say, I'd have to tell her the truth about, well, what I do" He explained and Blaine nodded in understanding. If the two men had one thing in common then it was that they both understood the difficulties in keeping loved ones safe.

"And you're right because it wouldn't be good writing that in a note, but I don't think I can do it over the phone if I want her to believe me...I'll have to get her to meet me before we go" The assassin sighed again, slapping a hand to his forehead as they reached the bottom floor.

"It will be alri-"

"Don't tell me it will be alright Anderson, we both know fully well that I am minutes away from blowing my cover and potentially losing my best friend, and I am days away from having to take on a company who want me dead and you who is...who also wants me dead" Hummel fumed, a blush falling upon pale cheeks.

"Kurt-"

"I said don't, I'm going to phone Rachel and ask her to meet me, wait here" Kurt said before storming off down the street. Blaine sighed and sat down on the concrete steps that led up to Kurt's apartment and he didn't fail to notice that it was the first time he'd used his current partners first name.

Out of all the assassins he could have been forced to partner up with, he got landed with the insanely bitchy yet fucking gorgeous Kurt Hummel. Blaine couldn't help but wonder how his father would react if he ever found out about the two joining forces. It was unheard of to create any sort of relationship with a victim, even one as frigid as his and Kurt's. But one look at Kurt from his fathers narrow mind would instantly write him off as gay therefore leading to the assumption that he and Blaine had run off to elope or something. Blaine scoffed and hung his head in his  hands. Even that crazy arse idea would be more simple than their current predicament. At least they would both make it out alive.

"You look homeless"

Blaine had to laugh at that, looking up as Kurt sat down as far away from him as the steps allowed. 

"Charming," He replied, "Is she coming to meet you?"   

"She's on her way now, she won't be long I don't think" Kurt said softly. Blaine's stomach swooped uncomfortably and he resisted the urge to move closer and comfort the other man. He didn't think Kurt would appreciate it and regardless, he shouldn't even be thinking like that. This was business, not a pity party.

"Good, the sooner this is over with the better" Blaine deadpanned, feeling terrible as the words left his lips. He wasn't used to being nasty, it didn't sit well with him and despite the whole killing people thing, he prided himself in being the perfect gentleman.

"Well you've changed your tune" Kurt scoffed, running his hands absentmindedly across the concrete steps. Blaine sighed and looked up to the dark sky, resting his elbow on his knee and placing his chin in his hand.

"Yeah...Sorry, I-"

"I mean, I thought I was the bitchy one here" Kurt interrupted.

"You are, I guess I just realised how stupid this idea is if I continue to try and be nice," Blaine glanced quickly at Kurt who was looking back curiously, "If I'm nice to you then it will be hard when I eventually kill you...I guess I was taking a leaf from your books and tried to be horrible to make it easier..."

He looked back up to the sky, not wanting to see Kurt's reaction. He wanted to go back in time and stop himself from suggesting that they team up as it could only end badly. He should have just killed Kurt when he had the chance, but even then he didn't stand much of one, Kurt had two guns after all. Maybe it was assassins instinct...to save your skin by using any method possible. Maybe suggesting the alliance was actually a way to save himself...if they focused on taking down another company than Blaine would have time to gear himself up for the inevitability of killing Kurt.

Or maybe the truth was that Blaine just didn't think there would be a time where he would be prepared for that.

But no way was he backing down, he was going to see this case right to the end. He would then go back to his father and maybe finally make him proud that he took down Kurt Hummel. For once in his life his father might see him as something other than a good assassin or a huge disappointment. Blaine could only hope desperately that this would change things, that maybe his mother would finally talk to him again, that his father would look at him with something other than regret.

Yes, Hummel had to die.

But Blaine couldn't be as cold and bitter as Kurt was to him. It wasn't in his character to be anything but polite and endlessly charming. He would have to just deal with whatever emotions were likely to ensue whilst sending the bullet through Kurt's heart.

"It doesn't suit you" Kurt muttered, causing Blaine to look across to him.

"Huh?"

"Being defensive and cold, it doesn't suit you very well" Kurt expanded, finally turning to look at him. Blaine's breath caught in his throat at the intensity of Kurt's stormy sea eyes and the way they shined in the darkness.

"What makes you think that?" Blaine asked, before adding bitterly for effect, "You don't even know me"

It only caused Kurt to laugh however, his lips turning up into a grin, two dimples appearing in his pale cheeks and Blaine wanted to reach over and touch the smooth porcelain. Before Blaine could do anything, (would he have done anything?) Kurt quickly caught himself and schooled his expression back into one of nonchalance.
 
"See? I don't know you Anderson but I can just tell that you forced yourself to say that," Kurt grinned softly again, "It's probably the lack of a bitch-face"

Blaine laughed and was about to retort when someone called Kurt's name.

"Oh god...here we go" Kurt mumbled as the two stood up and Rachel walked over to them.
Blaine couldn't help it then, he reached over and placed a comforting hand on Kurt's arm. Kurt jumped slightly and looked ready to rip his arm from Blaine's grip, but instead he gave a weak smile and small nod.

"I'll wait...uhh, where should I wait?" Blaine asked, feeling like this conversation was something he should not be a part of. Kurt reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a set of keys.

"Go and get the car started," Kurt said, dropping the keys into Blaine's hand, "It's the Impala"

Blaine nodded and caught Kurt's hand in his own when he tried to pull away, he squeezed gently and didn't look for a reaction before turning toward the line of cars.

---

Kurt let out a shakey breath as Anderson dropped his hand and walked away. He pulled himself together quickly and turned toward Rachel who was looking worried.

"Hey Rach, take a seat" Kurt sighed, sitting back on the steps as Rachel did the same. She put a hand on his thigh and Kurt placed his own hand over hers.

"Kurt, what's going on? Why are we not going up to the apartment?" Rachel asked timidly and it all but broke Kurt's heart because Rachel was not timid in the slightest.
 
Kurt couldn't believe he was about to do this but he would rather Rachel never spoke to him again than her ending up dead due to one of Kurt's enemies. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if something bad were to happen to Rachel because he didn't have the guts to come clean and get her to safety.

"I haven't been completely honest with you over the past few years Rach," Kurt started, his voice shaking with nerves, "In fact, I haven't been honest with you since we graduated high school and moved here"

Rachel looked at him with big doe eyes but Kurt couldn't bring himself to look at her, even though she deserved at least that. He couldn't explain to her what he had been hiding whilst looking straight into those innocent eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked softly, squeezing Kurt's hand in her own.
Well, no better way than straight to the point.

"I'm an assassin, I kill people for a living...I-I haven't worked a day in my life at Vogue and Rachel I am so sorry for lying to you but you have-"

Kurt was cut off by strong rolls of laughter emitting from his best friend. His mouth hung open slightly as he saw the humour in Rachel's expression.

"Oh babe you had me there, I genuinely thought you had set fire to the apartment or, I don't know, destroyed my Streisand collection or something" Rachel laughed, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Kurt's cheek before standing up, pulling Kurt with her. Kurt stood in a daze before shaking his head and pulling at Rachel's hand to get her attention again. The laughter slowly came to a stop as she saw the serious exression on Kurt's face.

"Rach...I'm being one hundred percent serious here...I'm an assassin, I'm the best in New York, I kill people for huge amounts of money and I have to leave for a week or so to deal with a case that's just come up" Kurt explained somewhat slowly, hoping it would actually drill into Rachel's head that he wasn't messing around with her.
He clearly got what he wished for as soon Rachel's face crumpled into a look of pain and sadness.

"Oh Kurt, why?! Why would you do that to yourself?" She asked, wrapping her arms around Kurt's waist and resting her head on his chest. Kurt felt tears welling up in his eyes as he put his arms around the young woman and leant his cheek against her soft brunette hair.

"I'm sorry Rachel, I'm so sorry, I'll explain everything better when I return," If I return, he doesn't say, "But for now, you can't go back into the apartment"

"Why not? Kurt...you can't just tell me something like this and then leave!" Rachel exclaimed, pulling slightly to look at his face as tears fell down her cheeks. Kurt's heart panged painfully and he wiped away the tears from her face.

"Because it isn't safe, somebody who is after me knows where I live, he just tried to kill me and Blaine-"

"Is Blaine one too?!" Rachel asked, disbelief clear in her voice. Kurt could only nod at that, words caught in his throat as his best friend cradled her head in her hands.
"I can't handle this Kurt, you know how important this week is for me at work...now all I'll be worrying about is you!"

Kurt had never felt so guilty in his life before and all he wanted to do was crawl up under a rock and never face the world again. He did know how important the week was for Rachel, but at the very least when she didn't get killed or made to endure days of torture, she would appreciate what Kurt was doing.

"Here," He said, bending over to pick up his bag and pulling out two of the stacks of money and shoving them into Rachel's hands.

"Kurt!"

"Take this and find somewhere to stay until I come back, please don't worry about me Rachel, I'm good at what I do, really good...I'll be back before you know it, just take care of yourself" Kurt cried, pulling Rachel into his arms once more and holding tight. He could feel her sobs rocking their bodies and he couldn't stop the tears that fell down his own cheeks. Too soon , he pulled away and pressed a kiss to his friends forehead.

"I love you Rachel Berry, please don't hate me" He whispered in the dim light of the apartment block.

"I-I love you too Kurt, I could never hate you...just please come back to me" She mumbled back, clutching his jacket tightly in her hands.

"Always" Kurt said simply before leaving her grasp and walking away from the person he loved most in his life.

---

As Kurt slid into the passenger side of the car, Blaine turned to him with a gleeful expression.

"You watch too much Supernatural but I can't deny that this is a beautiful car" He laughed, turning the key in the ignition and letting the car hum into life. As soon as he had seen the car he couldn't help but let out a squeal of delight. He didn't own one himself because he didn't really see the point if he lived in New York City. When his cases had him travelling the country he just used company cars for the job. But he didn't blame Kurt for wanting to buy this beautiful thing.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked when Kurt hadn't retorted back with anything.

"Y-yeah," He mutters, facing away from Blaine and looking out of the window, "Dean Winchester is hot, alright?"

It's only a half attempt at normalcy (God, could they even call it that yet?) but Blaine would take it. He could only guess that the talk with Rachel hadn't exactly been a walk in the park and it was wearing thin on Kurt. So instead of pressing for more, he pulled out of the parking spot and started the drive out of the city.

During the drive, Blaine heard a few broken sobs coming from Kurt's direction but he didn't think Kurt would appreciate Blaine comforting him. In the very short amount of time Blaine had been acquainted with the other man, he had come to realise that Kurt didn't like being made to seem weak or inferior and so comforting the assassin whilst he was letting his defences down by crying wasn't such a good idea. Instead they drove in silence until the sobs slowly came to a stop and Kurt pulled out his phone. Blaine didn't mean to eavesdrop but in such close proximity it was kind of hard. Kurt was calling his company by the sounds of it to arrange a clean-up of his apartment. Blaine had a sudden wave of uncertainty, wondering if Kurt would blow everything by telling his company exactly what was happening. Blaine wasn't sure that he would have enough time to call his own company for back-up if Kurt were to arrange something. He knew he would have to learn to trust Kurt as soon as possible if they were to work together well, but so early in the chase it was difficult.

Mere seconds later however, Kurt had finished his call and held out his hand to Blaine who glanced at him briefly.

"What?" He asked softly.

"Give me your phone so I can put my number in" Kurt explained. Blaine, without taking his eyes off the road again, pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Kurt, failing to ignore the way their fingers brushed together. After a few minutes of silence except for the sound of tires on road, Kurt handed back his phone, mumbling a soft thanks.

"Kurt..." Blaine started, not sure on how to approach the subject.

"What?" Kurt replied shortly, causing Blaine to sigh and bite his lip gently.

"How did it go with Rachel?" He asked eventually, hoping that Kurt wouldn't explode at him for it.

"Fucking dandy," He scoffed before falling silent again. Blaine decided to leave it, hoping that if Kurt wanted to talk about it then he would. He didn't count on it however and didn't blame Kurt one bit.

Kurt was reacting to the strange alliance exactly how Blaine really should be too. Not allowing himself to treat it as anything but the forbidden arrangement it was. Blaine should not be expecting Kurt to want to talk to him about anything at all, let alone matters close to his heart. And it was with a hint of regret that Blaine realised, if he wanted to be half the assassin that Kurt Hummel was, then he would have to learn to be as closed off as the other male.

So when Kurt opened his mouth again to talk, Blaine was yet again surprised by him.

"It's funny, isn't it?" Kurt said with no trace of humour in his voice.

"What's funny?" Blaine asked gently although his mind was telling him to not enquire, to just ignore the other male as if he didn't care what he had to say. But that wasn't strictly true.

"How a life you have spent years building for yourself can crumble within a couple of hours"

And that was the moment when Blaine realised that maybe Kurt had some of his own personal demons also. After all, Blaine couldn't for the life of him think of why somebody would go into the assassination business unless they were trying to make up for something or trying to hide from their past. He couldn't believe that there were humans on the planet that genuinely grew up wanting to be a murderer when they were older. Despite the years of rejection from his family whilst growing up, Blaine continued to have faith in the human race.

Hearing those words coming out of Kurt's mouth somehow made him more real to Blaine. Since the moment the two had met, Kurt had been full of pretense and was constantly putting up a front. To see his walls come down slightly surprised Blaine and when he felt the urge to reach over and take a hold of Kurt's hand, he didn't stop himself.
He saw out the corner of his eye that Kurt's head had snapped up to look at him. Blaine, however, refused to return the look. He wanted Kurt to know that he wasn't alone but he didn't want to scare him off with the intensity that was bound to occur once their eyes met. It was like a pull between the two, that as soon as they made eye contact rational thinking went out the window. And that wasn't good, even Blaine could admit to that.

Kurt didn't pull away from Blaine's grip straight away, he simply turned his head and let it rest against his window once more. And when Blaine felt the soft swipe of Kurt's thumb against the back of his hand before Kurt let go altogether, he was left wondering for the second time that night exactly what he had just gotten himself into.

---

The two men spent that night in a hotel on the highway when they became too tired to drive although neither of them got any sleep. Technically they were still enemies, despite their temporary partnership and neither of them could trust the other which made falling asleep hard. Falling asleep meant being completely vulnerable to anybody and everybody in contact with you and Kurt didn't fancy being killed without at least putting up a fight.

He had opted for seperate rooms to which Blaine agreed however the hotel only had one room available, regardless of the amount of money Kurt offered. The two men could only be thankful that the room had two single beds and not one double because Kurt sure as hell wasn't about to share a bed with the other assassin and lying on the floor was out of the question also.

He didn't trust Blaine, not at all. Especially after what happened in the car. Sure, if anyone else was present it would simply look like one guy comforting the other by holding their hand. To Kurt, it wasn't so simple. He could only assume of course but the idea of Blaine luring him into a sense of false security was thick in his thoughts throughout the whole night. Comforting Kurt in that way wasn't something Blaine should be doing which lead Kurt to think either he wasn't as good at his job as everyone thought, or he was so good that he gave Kurt the impression he genuinely cared. Which couldn't be true at all.

Although...he couldn't stop his eyes from flitting over to the man across the room who was lying on the twin bed, facing the ceiling with his eyes shut. Kurt watched his face carefully at first, the way his eyelids fluttered from where his eyes were moving beneath them. Kurt than trailed from his eyes down to the slope of his nose and on to his lips which were left slightly apart. The bottom lip was more pink than usual as Blaine had spent most of the night worrying it between his pearl white teeth. Blaine exhaled softly than and Kurt jumped, instantly looking away in case Blaine's eyes had opened and had seen Kurt staring. After a minute of silence whilst he fought off a blush and stared at his own hands, Kurt risked another glance. The other assassin was once again resting so with a breath of relief, Kurt resumed his perusal.

Blaine had removed his jacket when they arrived at the hotel so he was lying in a plain white tshirt which accentuated his brone tanned skin. The shirt clung to the assassins ripped torso, almost hugging it in such a delightful way that Kurt had to suppress a moan at the sight, his hands aching to touch. He felt almost envious, the two men were in the same profession and dealt with similar things each and every day yet Blaine was the one that gained a nice body out of it. Unless, Kurt shuddered at the thought, Blaine worked out often.

He quickly brushed off the thoughts of a sweaty, half-naked Blaine at the gym and let his eyes trace the real Blaine's legs which were bent up, clad in dark jeans that lead down to where his feet were placed flat on the bed. If it was anyone other than Kurt in the room with Blaine, they would imagine him to be asleep and completely at rest from the world. However Kurt knew that he was merely shutting his eyes and at the slightest hint of commotion, even if Kurt moved from the bed, he would be pointing his gun without a seconds thought. So Kurt was trying very hard to breathe softly whilst he moved his eyes back up to Blaine's head, to where his soft dark curls fell onto his smooth golden forehead. Kurt felt the need to walk over and brush the curls away from his face, to trace Blaine's features softly with the pads of his fingertips.

"Kurt?" Blaine's gentle voice snapped Kurt out of his imagination but the intensity of the atmosphere when their eyes met was so distracting that he couldn't find it in him to blush at being caught. Instead, he just stared at Blaine who had turned his head to look directly back at him. He knew he shouldn't be looking and he was endlessly worried that the look on his face was one of lust, but neither of those things stopped him just yet. Kurt let himself get lost in Blaine's honey-gaze whilst his stomach swooped in anticipation of the connetion they were having. Kurt couldn't remember the last time someone had actually made his heart beat faster in his chest and he was seconds away from adopting the 'fuck it' attitude and flinging himself across the room to Blaine.
But then the other assassin smirked and it reminded Kurt instantly of their time in his bedroom when Kurt was looking for his wallet and Blaine had been so smug that he had gotten Kurt out of his clothes during his case. Reality flooded back to Kurt so suddenly that it made him nauseous.

"Stop staring at me" Kurt snapped, quickly turning his body straight again and staring intently at the ceiling. He thought he heard the slightest ghost of a chuckle from the other side of the room but it was over so quickly he must have imagined it. He focused instead on trying to regain steady breathing and ignoring the flood of warmth that had rushed to his cheeks.

"I could say the same thing" Blaine said, his tone hinting great humour which only made Kurt feel worse. He was laughing at Kurt, at the situation, so the strange connection that Kurt thought had occured from their locked gaze was just him imagining things. Reading too much into looks and actions just like he had done in high school.

Stupid, Kurt cursed himself mentally. Now he appeared weak to Blaine, letting his defences down like that to stare at Blaine like he was a pining teenager again, wanting something he couldn't have. Blaine was probably going to use his incredibly good looks to Kurt's disadvantage now and that annoyed Kurt to no ends. He may be a top assassin but who could honestly deny Blaine Anderson more than once.

Kurt lay on top of the soft, high quality blanket that night with his gun held to his chest. He didn't try to hide the fact that he had his gun out for precautions just as Blaine didn't hide the fact that he also had his gun. They didn't take offense from the act as they both understood. You can't trust a killer. To Kurt's surprise, Blaine didn't bring up his stupidity at all and the sleepless night was spent gripping guns, discussing Sebastian Smythe and who he could possibly be.

"He can't be that great if neither of us has heard of him" Blaine pointed out. Kurt hummed in recognition but didn't speak for another few minutes.

"Or maybe he's so good that he's managed to keep well out of the spotlight" Kurt suggested, looking over to Blaine's bed. Blaine looked back and shrugged.

"I guess there's only one way to find out" He said, twirling his gun in his hand.

"To find him-"

"And bring that fucker down"

---

The next morning found the two boys back in the car with Kurt driving this time. Kurt could still feel the undeniable attraction and pull to Blaine who appeared to have forgotten it altogether. He was currently fiddling with the radio settings, claiming that if they were going to be driving straight to Philidelphia without stopping than they at least needed some music to pass the time.

They were on their way to visit a friend of Blaine's who would have all the equipment that they would need, such as the tracking device Blaine was going to use to find Smythe's company. They hadn't yet discussed the plan of attack for when they eventually find the company, but that was all in good time.

Blaine settled on a radio station that was playing classic rock songs before sitting back in his seat and tapping along to the beat of an old AC/DC tune on his knees. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him briefly before turning back to the road however Blaine didn't fail to catch the incredulous look.

"What?" He asked, grinning slightly. Kurt just smiled and shook his head.

"Why are you smirking at me? Did you assume I wasn't into music? Or is it that you just imagine an incredible assassin such as myself rocking out to the Mission Impossible theme tune?" Blaine asked, causing Kurt to laugh happily, images of that scenario flooding his mind.

"No, oh god no," Kurt grinned, clutching his stomach with one hand, "It's just...you say I watch too much Supernatural, but you're the one listening to classic rock in the Impala"

"That's true Kurt but if you didn't own an Impala in the first place than I wouldn't be listening to classic rock in one" Blaine winked, causing Kurt's stomach to somersault happily.

"Touché," He smiled, "Not that there's anything wrong with watching Supernatural, it's awesome"

The two fell into a conversation about Supernatural which then led onto the possibilities of there actually being a 'supernatural' life and frankly it was the strangest conversation Kurt had had in a long time. Not to mention that the company was as equally as strange. The worst part however was that Kurt didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest. All thoughts of 'want' from the previous night were (almost) completely forgotten in place of happiness. In reality he should have been constantly on edge around the other assassin, always one step ahead of the guy in case he pulled something. Not letting all his worries fall free like the laughter from his mouth. But spending the next two hours in the car with Blaine made Kurt realise just how normal the guy was, he wasn't just an assassin who had originally set out to kill Kurt, he had a whole life behind that. He was a human being with interests, with likes and dislikes and Kurt was surprised at just how much that surprised him.

Did Kurt see himself as just a robot also? Someone who was just programmed to kill? Because that was how he had viewed Blaine previously. That was how he viewed every assassin in the business. Kurt had a feeling he was going to learn a lot about himself whilst working so closely with another assassin and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Either way though, he was in it to the end.

When they finally pulled up outside the house Blaine had directed him to, Kurt felt suitably confused but content despite the situation.

"So whose house is this again?" Kurt asked as he killed the engine.

"My friend Nick...he used to be in the business, he trained me in fact" Blaine explained as they both rolled up their windows before stepping out of the car and coming to stand together on the side walk.

"Is he still in the business?" Kurt enquired as the door opened to reveal a guy roughly the same height as him. His hair was dark, emphasised by the gel he wore in it and his expression was one of utmost happiness when he spotted Blaine. Kurt felt a sharp twist of envy before remembering he wasn't supposed to care and shrugged it off.

"No he's not...he left a couple of years ago..." Blaine said, trailing off as they started walking up the path. Kurt felt Blaine shifting uncomfortably next to him which filled him with curiousity.

"Oh...may I ask why he left?" Kurt asked, pulling gently on Blaine's sleeve to get his attention. Blaine met his gaze with a strange look in his eyes that Kurt couldn't place.

"He...he fell in love" Blaine said sincerely, causing Kurt's heart to make a strange leap in his chest and nerves to flood his entire being. His hand fell from Blaine who grimaced and they both turned back to the doorway where another man had made an appearance, one with blonde hair and the brightest smile Kurt had ever seen. He had his arm placed gently around Nick's waist, standing so close in what could only be described as an embrace. Blaine exhaled softly.

"He fell in love with Jeff"