"But… he couldn't have gotten far. Let's go!" Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him out to the corridor. He tried not to notice how soft and warm his skin was as he searched for his father.

Kurt ripped his hand away and took the lead. Blaine stopped suddenly, starring at his now empty hand.

"I can't do this. I can't hunt down my own father. I can't help a hitman. I can't… I-" Blaine was starting to hyperventilate

"Blaine, I need you to calm down." Kurt placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder. "Look, if we don't find him, my boss is just gonna send someone else. And trust me, that someone else wont be so easily swayed by dreamy hazel eyes and a nice ass." Kurt looked into Blaines eyes a bit longer before he pulled away.

Blaine felt his heart flutter when Kurt was looking at him. He brushed off those thoughts as he follow Kurt deeper into the cavern.

"This just doesn't make any sense," Kurt grumbled to himself.

"How do you mean?"

"Your dad just disappeared, and the only known way out is the trapdoor, but we were there the whole time," Kurt trailed off. "There must me another way out of here!"

Kurt pulled out a small LED flash light and turned it on. Once the rows of steel doors ended, it just looked a like a cold, dripping stone wall. Kurt studied it closely.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah?" He sounded distracted.

"You really think taking my dad to your boss would be a good idea," Blaine asked, eyebrows creased with worry. "I mean, since you're a trained killer, your boss must be better. He probably won't care about my sob story."

Kurt rubbed his neck before turning to Blaine. "Trust me, he'll understand." There was an edge to Kurt's voice that made it seem like he was telling the truth.

"C'mon," Kurt said. "Let's just make our way through the bar, clearly we'll never figure out this secret passageway."

Once through the trapdoor, Blaine realized that his father's office was still covered in blood. This realization slapped him in the face. Where were the bodies? Did Kurt kill them?

"Kurt, who did you kill?" Blaine's voice shook.

"Scum," Kurt spat. "Don't worry about it."

The club was eerily still. All the dancers and customers were gone, and Blaine soon figured out why, as Kurt tugged his arm.

There were a pile of bodies by the door.

"Oh my God!" Blaine said over and over.

"What is it now?" Kurt was starting to get agitated.

"You killed people! I mean i know you kill, but actually seeing bodies… i…. you're no better than he is. You're a murderer!" Blaine pulled away from Kurt, fear truely starting to set in.

"Blaine, it's my job. I only kill people who deserve to die."

"No one deserves to die! What the hell kinda theory is that? How do i know that you're not just using me to find my dad and then you'll kill us both?" Blaine wrapped his arms around himself. "And to think i was actually start to think you felt something…"

Kurt stepped towards him, arm outreached. "Blaine-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Blaine wasn't sure whether to run or stay still.

"Blaine, i would never hurt you. I don't think i could if i tried. And i already told you, I'm gonna do my best for your dad. I know i haven't given you any real reason to but, i need you to trust me." Kurt held out his hand to Blaine.

Blaine's eyes darted between Kurt's outstretched hand and the one holding the gun. He knew that his options were limited and he took Kurt's hand. "I don't trust you but i just want my father to be safe."

"It's better than nothin', i guess." Kurt's expression softened as he gave a shy smile towards Blaine, his eyes locked on their clasped hands.

Suddenly they heard a car peeling out of the parking lot. Blaine would recognize that car a mile away. "It's him! Tell me you have a car!"

"What kinda hitman would i be without one." Kurt dragged him to a sleek, black, unmarked sedan. they got in and Kurt was off.

Blaine dug his fingers into the leather seats because Kurt was driving at a frightening speed. Blaine glanced nervously, seeing the speedometer tick over 80 mph. Kurt was hot on his father's trail, no matter what kind of stunt he tried to pull.

Kurt's face was set and determined. He was used to the hunt. This was what he was good at. Every fiber of his being relaxed and focused on the target.

Seeing Kurt like this chilled Blaine to his core. There was much more to Kurt than met the eye. It was clear he had layers, and this one was that of a cold-blooded killer. Blaine panicked and wondered if Kurt was still playing him. Sure, at the time when Kurt took his hand, his eyes softened and his smile was genuine, but all traces of that were now gone.

"Fuck," Kurt snarled, grabbing the review mirror.

"What? What is it?" Blaine whipped his head around. A sleek black sedan simliar to Kurt's was tailgating him, flashing his highbeams.

"We're being followed."

Kurt pulled over, turned the car off, and banged his head on the steering wheel. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck."

The other car stopped as well. The driver side door opened and a large figure stepped out and made it's way towards them. Kurt got out of the car as well. "Stay here, don't move, don't talk." He said to Blaine before closing the door behind him.

Blaine watched as Kurt and the mysterious figure seemed to be in some sort of argument. He then saw the figure pull something out towards Kurt, before his brain could stop his body, he opened his door and yelled, "Stop!"

Kurt froze, but the figure (who was a tall man with a balding head, in a tailored suit similar to Kurt's) turned to look at him. "You're taking hostages now? You really have gone rogue. You let your target get away, yes i know about that, we saw him leave the club. What the hell Kurt? And who is this?"

Blaine saw that the object the man had was a small PDA. He relaxed slightly knowing it wasn't a gun. "This is Blaine. The target's son. Actually Boss, there's been a change in plans. Blaine's been helping me track his father, we were going to bring him to you. Maybe there was an alternative to killing him…"

'So this is his Boss.' Blaine thought. The Boss stood up straighter. "You've gone soft! What the hell could have happened- oh wait, I get it. It's this boy. You developed some sort of feelings, haven't you? Kurt you know the rules, 'Don't get involved' and 'No emotions' are two major ones."

"You should calm down." Kurt said with slight concern in his voice. Blaine thought that it was a little weird.

"Like hell i'll calm down! You're jeopardizing everything for some guy? The target's son nevertheless! I thought maybe you were a little smarter than that!"

"Please calm down." Kurt's voice cracked slightly. "Dad, your heart, please."

Blaine was really confused, should he take this time to run or- wait, did he just say…. "Dad? what do you mean dad?" Blaine almost didn't recognize his own voice until after he spoke.

"Well, this is weird. Uhm, Dad, this Blaine. Blaine this is my boss, well my dad."

Blaine stood there, jaw dropped, for so long that he didn't realize being pushed back in the car and Kurt speeding off again. When he came to his senses, he realized they were no longer following anyone, but instead pulling into what looked like a car shop. The shop had a sign that said 'Hummel's Tires and Lube'.

"Kurt, where are we?" Blaine started to feel the fear return.

"My father invited you to plead your father's case. You do well, we'll let him stay alive. If not, he'll send someone else to hunt him down and finish the job." Kurt stopped the car and looked at Blaine. He pulled him into a hug and gently rubbed his back. "Don't worry. My dad isn't nearly as intimidating as he seems. I wont let anything bad happen."

They made their way into the tire shop hand in hand. Kurt was rubbing soothing circles into Blaine's palms, but it did nothing to calm his nerves.

Blaine noticed that many of the cars in the garage were not ones that were there to be fixed. Quite the contrary. They were probably undercover cars, they were way too nice for the lay person.

Kurt walked determinedly toward the end of the room, where Kurt's boss-father sat under a bright lamp that shined off his balding head. He sat stoically, his sunglasses glinting and his face was impassive. He kept fiddling with a large ring on his right hand, his gun placed neatly next to him.

"Blaine Anderson, you are here to defend the case of your father," his voice boomed around the room.

Blaine cowered behind Kurt. "Y-yes."

Around the corner of some scaffolding, two figures emerged, one appeared to be struggling.

The taller wore a neat suit and sunglasses as well. He smiled wolfishly at Kurt.

"I picked up the trash for you, Kurt," the man sneered. "Since you get your emotions in the way like a fucking rookie."

"Fuck you Finn," Kurt snapped.

Finn just chuckled shoving the other to the floor. Blaine realized it was his dad, handcuffed and with a mouth gag. When he saw Blaine his eyes bulged as he struggled to say something.

"Shut the fuck up you piece of shit," Finn kicked Blaine's father hard in the ribs. "Nobody told you that you can speak!"

Finn spat the heaving body, curled up in pain. Blaine tried to go help, but Kurt stopped him, a death grip on his wrist. He gestured toward his boss.

Kurt's father sat up straight and laced his fingers together and cleared his throat.

"Give me one good reason why my other son shouldn't just kill your scum of the earth father right now?"

"Please don't," Blaine's voice shook. "He's my dad, I don't want him to die!"

Kurt's father took off his sunglasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. Blaine noticed that despite his intimidating demeanor, he had kind blue eyes. Like Kurt.

"He needs to pay for what he has done," The Boss said quietly.

Blaine stepped toward him, arms flailing. "And killing is the answer? It's not a solution! Look at the death penalty, it doesn't help our country in the slightest!"

Finn cackled. "Oh so the boy thinks he's knowledgeable of our court systems, hilarious! We should just kill him too!"

The Boss shook his head very slightly, effectively silencing Finn.

"We have a higher form of proof than what those fucking ridiculous rednecks call justice. We clean up the streets, we're free to the taxpayer's dime and we make the world a better place. Tell me, son, how does this make us the bad guys?"

Blaine stammered for a moment. "Killing just doesn't need to be the answer to everything! It's wrong!"

"So you don't think what your father is doing is wrong?" He inquired softly.

"Of course what he does is wrong! That's why I'll never take over the business! Let's just send him to prison and shut the whole thing down!"

The Boss smiled sadly. "Well I'm glad we don't have to kill you too, for the sake of my son. But such a feat is very difficult, Blaine. Would you be up for it?"

Blaine huffed out, setting his face. "Yes, I'll do anything. Just say the word."

The Boss stood up quickly, his gun disappearing into the folds of his suit.

"Let's get to business."

***

The actual closing of the club was the simple part. Blaine felt bad for the people who would lose their jobs, but it was for the best.

Finn, the Boss's other son and employee, was in charge of hunting down the dope buyers to inform them of the end of the business. Blaine really hoped no more killing was involved in that, but Finn did seem a little trigger happy.

Blaine and Kurt were left to disposing of the evidence. They needed just enough left behind to convict his father but not enough to get him the death penalty. The best way to do that was to leave the drug evidence, but cleanup any evidence of murder.

With shaking hands, Blaine went from room to room in the cavern. Most of the rooms had drugs, but they reached one room that wreaked. Kurt broke into it with difficultly and then went in first.

The room was poorly lit and the air was thick. It reminded Blaine of a horror movie. The cement floor was covered in dried blood. There were also gun shell casings scattered around the room in the corner of the room was a large furnace.

"You know for such a professional, he did a shitty job, cleaning up after his crimes." Kurt joked.

Blaine wasn't laughing though. He was staring at the furnace as he put the pieces together. "He burned the bodies?" Blaine felt sick again, this time the feeling over took him and he threw up on the already soiled ground. Kurt ushered him out of the room.

"I'll take this room myself. You go sit down." Kurt's voice was full of concern.

Blaine went back into the small corridor and leaned against the wall. Suddenly all of his strength left his body and he fell to the floor in tears. It was too much.

An hour later, Kurt returned to his side, removing his rubber gloves.

"Come on, let's go. We did the best we could to keep him from the death penalty. Besides i need to change, i hate getting dirty."

The drive back to the faux tire shop was quiet. Once inside, Kurt led him to the back. There was a secret door and tunnel that led to a house. They headed up the stairs.

"Here, sit in here while i take a quick shower. You can change into a pair of my sweats if you want." Kurt went to the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants, handing them to Blaine. He then headed into what Blaine assumed was a bathroom. He changed his clothes and decided to crawl under the covers of the bed. He curled up and started to cry.

When Kurt came back into the room, he found Blaine, in the fetal position, crying in his bed.

He quickly dumped his clothes into the hamper, pulled on another pair of pajama pants and crawled into the bed behind Blaine. He pulled Blaine close to him and stroked his hair softly. "It's going to be ok. I'm so sorry."