"What the hell happened?" He asked himself. Last he remembered he was getting fucked to next Tuesday, then his dad came by, then Kurt had a-

Kurt! Where was he? Whose blood was this? Where was his father? Blaine ran out into the club, but the shifts had already switched. He realized he was still covered in blood and looked a mess. He ran back into the office and broke into his father's closet, he always kept extra clothes in there.

It wasn't until Blaine finished washing his hands and changing, he noticed something strange about the closet. He pushed aside the jackets and ties to find that it was a trap door. He opened it and gasped at what he found.

The trapdoor revealed many steps that plunged into darkness. With shaking limbs, Blaine pulled out his cellphone for light and made his way down the stairs.

There were cobwebs everywhere, and it was bitingly cold. Blaine's breath puffed out in front of him, clutching his phone, his heart hammering against his rib cage.

He reached the bottom step and realized he was in a cavern under the club. There were rows of steel doors, and the only light came from a flickering wick. Blaine saw two figures down the way, and Blaine rushed over.

It was Kurt, his clothes haphazardly put together, but that wasn't the most striking thing. He looked confident and lithe, holding a gun to his father's head, execution style. His father was tied up and blindfolded on his knees, begging for his life.

"Please, please don't do this."

"SHUT UP," Kurt's voice echoed off the cold, dripping walls. "You need to pay for what you have done!"

"You can take all the dope, I'll sell out any of my best guys," he pleaded.

"That's not what I want." Kurt's voice was deadly. "I know what you do to the dancers who try to escape. I have to follow orders, I was hired."

His father changed is course of action. "I have son, he can't lose me, or he'll be taken out. Please I beg you."

"I see to it your son will be fine," Kurt promised. His gun clicked, his finger twitched on the trigger.

"NO!" Blaine screamed.

Kurt jumped at the sudden sound causing his shot to go just inches over his target's head. "Shit!"

Kurt and his father whipped their heads in Blaine's direction. "Get out of here!" Blaine's father yelled.

"Kurt, you don't have to do this! Please, just let him go," Blaine pleaded, "For me?"

"I don't take orders from you, Pretty Boy!" Kurt aimed the gun again.

"Kurt please! Anything, I'll do anything." Blaine was crying. "Just… that's my dad. He may not be perfect but, he's my dad. Don't you have parents? What would you do if it was one of them? Please Kurt." He stepped closer to Kurt, cautiously.

The arm that Kurt held the gun in, fell slightly, his eyes glazing over. Kurt then shook his head and regained his composure. "No Blaine, if I remember correctly, you already gave me what I wanted. I got to pound that sweet ass of yours all over Daddy Dearest's desk. This is my job. Don't make me turn it into a double hit!"

"Blaine, just listen to him. Just get out of here and pretend you never saw any of this." His father said with a slight shake in his voice. "JUST GO!"

Blaine turned to leave. How could he let his father be killed for something he didn't even really understand… wait. Blaine turned back to Kurt, "Wait! You didn't keep up your end of the bargain. I let you fuck me, so now you gotta tell me who you are and why you're here. Sex for information, remember."

Kurt glared for several long moments before sighing irritably.

"Fine. But let me do something first." Kurt grabbed Blaine's father arm and dragged him to one of the large steel doors. "Open it!"

Blaine watched his father place his hand over a scanner and the door opened. Before he could peak inside, Kurt threw his father in, turned off the security and closed the door.

"Okay, Kurt. start talking."

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but there was banging on the other side of the steel door.

"I can't believe you solicited my son for sex, that's fucking sick," his father screamed muffled through the door. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kurt shot the ceiling. There was a silence.

"Kurt, I need answers," Blaine chanced

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, agitated."What do you want to know?"

"Who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare," Kurt gritted his teeth. "I'm a hit man. My boss sends me on missions to kill people who deserve to die."

"Well who the fuck does your boss think he is, he's not a god! That's not for him to decide!"

Kurt shoved Blaine against the wall, hand wrapped tightly around Blaine's neck. Blaine struggled to breathe, the rough wall digging into his back.

"You don't have a fucking clue about anything do you? Your dad is a fucking sleezebag. A pimp. A murderer. A dope dealer. The streets would be cleaner and happier without him."

Blaine struggled, gasping but no air passed down his windpipe. His eyes watering painfully, until finally the taller man finally released his death grip. Blaine coughed harshly.

"I don't believe you," Blaine choked, rubbing his neck.

Kurt smiled cruelly, pointing his gun toward the steel door that Blaine's dad was trapped behind.

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

Blaine walked hesitantly towards the door. Kurt opened it and followed him inside. The door closed be hind them. Blaine saw his father cowering on the floor but he was quickly distracted by the sight in front of him. Rows and rows of a strange lab equipment. On either side of the room were boxes and cases. Blaine walked over to one of the boxes and peered inside. He saw a series of vials filled with a brown liquid.

"Dad? What the hell is this?" Blaine ran to his father, pulling off the blindfold. "What the hell is this?"

His father looked dejected. "It's heroin."

"So it's true? You traffic drugs? And the prostitution? The murders? is it all true?" Blaine felt like his whole world was falling apart.

Kurt stood back and remained quiet. He moved slightly towards Blaine before rethinking and pulling back.

"Son, i am so sorry i hid this from you, since it will be your business someday."

"W-w-wait, you're only sorry for not telling me? You're not sorry for being a total piece of shit or for breaking so many laws? I can't believe you! How could you?" Blaine rose in anger. "Ya know, dad, i wouldn't want this fate for you, "he gestured to Kurt, "But you deserve to rot in jail."

Blaine stormed out of the room and down the corridor. He was half way up the stairs before he heard his name being called. He turned to see Kurt running after him. "Blaine wait. I'm sorry…for all this. Normally i don't let emotions get involved but there's something about you that just makes me take pity. So, if you're willing to cooperate, i have an alternative."

Blaine raised an eyebrow "I'm listening…"

Kurt rubbed his chin, deep in thought.

"I can maybe take your dad to my boss directly, and see what he thinks. I don't really call the shots, but there are worse guys out there than your dad who are more deserving of my bullet."

Blaine crossed his arms. "He's a piece of shit, I don't even want to know what else there is to find down here."

"Hopefully no dead hookers," Kurt joked. Blaine stared.

Kurt coughed. "Okay.. so what do you think?"

"Why don't you just hand him over to the cops, wouldn't that be moral?"

Kurt mindlessly stroked his gun before putting it back into its holster.

"We should avoid that option because your dad is one of the higher ups, they've got nothing on him. Plus, I'm a shadow to the cops, they can't know about me."

Blaine threw his arms up, and started walking up the stairs again. "I really don't want any part of this, I just want a normal life!"

Kurt grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "I'm afraid that's not possible." Kurt smiled sadly.

Blaine sighed. "Well, let's go untie him and take him to your boss I guess."

They made their way down the steps and to the cavern once more, shoulders brushing.

"Hey, so after all this is over, mind if we have a little encore of earlier?"

However, Blaine didn't respond because once they reached the heroin cargo container his father was gone.