If anything Blaine Anderson had an ideal life. He lived in a penthouse overlooking the New York skyline with his best friend Santana and their chocolate lab Angela who Santana had hastily named due to her unnatural obsession for the beautiful actress. He spent his weekdays at NYU studying working on his degree in writing while minoring in business to appease the nagging in the back of his head that told him he couldnt get a job with a handful of good poems, even if he was ambitious. He was dating this great guy who was one of NYADAs rising stars and had a thing for tight gold jeans, but Blaine wasnt going to complain.

The only thing that could mess up his life, one that he quite enjoyed, was if anyone found out about his drug smuggling operation. It wasnt a big one, it was only in New York and parts of Boston, but him and Santana were proud of their baby. Sure it was illegal and probably the stupidest thing theyd ever done but it paid the bills and got them in everywhere, and on the bright side, no one would ever think that the elusive Warblers were two college kids from Lima Heights.

He could count the people who knew who they were on one hand. David, who was in charge of security, Wes,who dealt with all the distributors, Nick, who was in charge of packaging and Thad, who worked at the docks and scrubbed the records of their shipments. He wanted to add Kurt to that list, theyd been dating for a little over a year and he couldnt blame his swift exits on his ailing father (who was actually dead) when he had business to deal with, but Santana had been adamant that it needed to be kept from him unless Blaine had plans of proposing, which he did but further into the future. She even kept it from Brittany, who probably knew what they did but seemed to have no problems with anything but her 4 and under dance class and Lord Tubbington.

He was straightening his bowtie for his impending date with Kurt when Santana barged into his room. "Guess who fucked up now?!" She screeched muttering expletives in spanish. "I just got off the phone with Wes who just informed me that Sam and Mercedes just ran off with 20 kilos of our product!" Her eyes were burning brown and she looked as if she wanted to pull her hair out. "I want them executed! Hell! Ill do it, that way we can use the money we would on a hit man and buy a new Wes!" 

"Tana." He spoke softly, knowing the only way to talk her down was with logic. "Call David, have him hunt them down, they wont get too far with that much product. I will speak to Wes. Make the arrangements" She nodded before pulling out her work phone, tapping on the screen hard enough to crack it.

"David!" She barked out exiting the room. Blaine took a deep breath, crossing the room and grabbing his work phone, dialing Wes

"Heeeeyyyy Boss." Wes said uneasily, knowing that he was treading on thin ice.

"Hey. I just want to know how you let Trouty Mouth run off with my product?" He said his voice casual and calm. Thats where he differed from Santana, when she was angry she yelled and screamed. When he was mad, his voice became quiet and smooth like he was chatting with an old friend. They were completely different in their approach, but they both had the desired effect, striking fear into the hearts of everyone who crossed them.

"Yeah, I dont know they just, didnt pay up?" Wes asked already shaking in his boots, as he threw clothes into his suitcase in his small apartment across town.

"Dont lie to me Wesley, youre about as replaceable as a suit in a department store so tell me, how did they run off with my product?" His voice had taken a colder edge as he ran his fingers through his hair, which he kept significantly less gel in since hed been in high school.

"I turned my back and they-they ran off."

Blaines eyebrows rose and anger bubbled inside of him. Santana had re-entered the room with her phone pressed to her ear, giving him a slight nod. "You dont turn your back Wesley! Were in a business where turning your back means losing your life!" Wes stuttered out something incoherent causing Blaines anger to surge. He turned towards Santana holding up three fingers counting down slowly.

"Goodbye Wesley." He closed his hand into a tight fist and a gunshot echoed into the phone. Santana looked at him, they were both thinking the same thing, that when they were younger, and first starting out they thought murder was cruel, something theyd never resort too, but as theyd changed and aged it became a necessity. "Call Jeff, hell be good at the job, weve never had problems with him and loyalty." Were the words spoken, although the unspoken ‘were not bad people was to be read in between the lines.

The doorbell rang and Blaine quickly finished tying his bowtie before grabbing his phones and jacket. He opened the door to reveal Kurt dressed to the nines for their dinner date. "You look stunning." Blaine cooed taking his lovers hand and kissing his knuckles. Kurt blushed, a smile spread across his face.

"Ready for dinner?" He asked.

Blaine smiled at him, taking his hand and waving goodbye to a still furious Santana. "Of course."