Kurt just pulled Blaine closer and let him cry and cry. Kurt didn't know how long it went on for, but once Blaine was out of tears he started dry heaving. Kurt had never seen anything so pathetic, yet so heart-wrenching.

"Blaine!" Kurt grabbed a hold of his face and forced him to look him in the eye. "You need to stop this now, you're making yourself sick!"

Blaine stared back and finally melted into Kurt's touch. His breathing slowed and his breath became less ragged with stress. Kurt's gaze was relentless as he started to stroke his cheekbone soothingly.

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Kurt," his voice cracked. "If I didn't have you, I'm not sure what I would have done."

Kurt's throat closed up as he tried to swallow the lump of emotion down. They were quiet for a few moments.

"What happens now?" Blaine asked eventually. His voice sounded so juvenile and innocent Kurt wanted to cringe. Blaine trusted him so much, yet he was just a killer and nothing more. He wasn't a protector, or a lover. Nobody could love Kurt, and Kurt couldn't love; he wasn't human enough.

"The cops have probably already taken your dad away at this point," Kurt responded honestly. "They might call you in for questioning within the next few days."

Blaine sniffled. "Is it okay if I stay with you until then? I can't go back home."

"Blaine, I don't know if that's a good idea-"

"Please, Kurt. I need somebody. I need you."

Kurt pressed their foreheads together and sighed, "I'm here, Blaine."

There were like that for a few moments before Blaine leaned in and pressed their lips hesitantly together. Kurt kissed back gently, like Blaine was fragile and could shatter at any moment.

Their lips moved together in synchronization, softly without any tongue. Blaine relished in the fact that Kurt's lips were smooth and comforting, and he could literally just do this the rest of the night.

He wrapped his leg around Kurt's hip to pull him closer, until their bodies were flush together. Kurt's hand twisted in the hair at the base of Blaine's neck, the other still stroking his cheek.

Blaine's tongue traced Kurt's mouth, asking for entrance, before his lips parted and granted access. Their tongues slid together smoothly, causing Blaine to shiver in pleasure.

Kurt's hand went from Blaine's curls, rubbing slowly down Blaine's back until he cupped his ass, grinding their rapidly hardening cocks together. They groaned into each others mouths at the wonderful sensation.

Kurt broke the kiss, coming to his senses. "Blaine, I don't think we should do this, you're really vulnerable right now-"

"Shut up." Blaine silenced him by crushing their lips together once more, the heat behind it much more desperate and needy. He rolled Kurt over and pinned him to the mattress underneath him. Blaine climbed on top of Kurt, holding his wrists above his head, not letting Kurt move.

Kurt's mouth opened in shock as Blaine kissed his way down Kurt's neck. Their last encounter was Blaine being completely and utterly submissive, so this was much different. But Kurt really liked it. He hadn't been in such a position in a long time. His job required him to be constantly on alert, extremely careful and in control of every situation. So this was exactly what he needed. He was more than willing to let Blaine take advantage.

Blaine reached the area where Kurt's neck met his shoulder. He sucked and bit, leaving a dark bruise against his pale skin. Kurt moaned in pleasure as his pelvis bucked up against Blaine. Blaine reciprocated by rolling hips back down. Their hips kept a sloppy pace as Blaine continued his efforts on Kurt's neck.

"I want your cock in my mouth again." Blaine said against Kurt's skin. Kurt couldn't respond with more than a whimper. Blaine worked his way down Kurt's chest. He gave an experimental swipe of his tongue against Kurt's nipple. Kurt arched his back gasping a silent cry.

"again." Was all he could say. Blaine took the hint and teased the sensitive nub with his tongue. He moved to the other side and mirrored his actions. Blaine continued to lick along Kurt's stomach. When he reached his pants, Blaine hooked his fingers under the waistband. He glanced up at Kurt's face, making eye contact, before pulling the pajamas down and off. Blaine traced the contours of Kurt's cock with his tongue. Kurt was writhing against the mattress. "No more teasing, please!" Kurt begged.

Kurt was just about to question himself for begging when he felt Blaine's mouth sucking the head of his aching cock. Blaine then slid down the length before taking it all down his throat.

Kurt pulled on Blaine's hair when he felt his cock hit the back of Blaine's throat. Blaine's eyes started to water, but he willed his throat to relax. He really wanted to do this right for Kurt.

He ran his palm up Kurt's clenching abs, working his mouth up and down, hallowing his cheeks and sucking a tight vacuum. Blaine reached his other hand down to tease at Kurt's testicles before going even further to Kurt's entrance. He circled his finger there experimentally.

Unlike last time, Kurt didn't protest. Instead he whined, bucking his hips into Blaine's mouth and spreading his thighs further apart to grant Blaine more access. Blaine moaned around Kurt at the sight, rutting into the mattress because this was probably the hottest thing in the world.

Kurt grabbed Blaine's head more tightly, thrusting roughly into his mouth. Kurt's eyes were blown wide at the sight of Blaine's pump lips stretched wetly across his cock. Kurt didn't even feel pain when Blaine pushed a finger into his hole dry, moving in and out to the second knuckle.

Blaine pulled off Kurt with an obscene pop before running the tip of his tongue through the slit, tasting the pre-come that was leaking there before trailing down the underside of Kurt's cock.

Blaine spread Kurt's cheeks apart, his finger still inside him, and started to swirl his tongue around Kurt's entrance. Kurt shouted in pleasure, reaching down to squeeze his own cock.

"So good, Blaine, so good," Kurt mumbled. "Don't stop. Ever."

Blaine pressed his face flat against Kurt, tonging deeply, working Kurt open with the assistance of his finger. Blaine never imagined doing something like this, but he also has never done anything more erotic. Especially hearing Kurt panting and feeling Kurt writhing above him made his mind flood with pure lust.

Kurt yanked on Blaine's hair again, pulling him up for a kiss. Their teeth clashed and Kurt plunged his tongue insistently into Blaine's mouth to taste himself, frustrated that Blaine was still clothed.

"Fuck me, please," he whimpered, biting Blaine's neck.

Blaine didn't need to be told twice before he yanked his pajamas off with lightening speed, while Kurt ripped his own shirt off.

Finally, seconds later, much too long, they were gloriously naked, sliding together touching, feeling with utter need and desperation.

"Do you have any condoms?"

Kurt groaned in frustration, digging his nails into Blaine's hips. "No I don't, just do it now!"

A shiver ran down Blaine's spine at the thought. "What about lube?"

"I swear to god Blaine now if you don't fuck me now I'm going to fucking kill you," he growled, sinking his teeth into Blaine's shoulder.

"I… I d-don't want to hurt you."

Kurt's eyes looked crazy and he was sweating profusely. "JUST DO IT!" Kurt swung a leg over Blaine's shoulder, completely exposed.

Blaine didn't waste time staring, so he lathered his cock with saliva before lining himself up, circling Kurt's hole before inching his way in. Kurt threw his head back groaning, loving the pain-pleasure of being stretched open. Blaine had to concentrate on not thrusting in harshly because Kurt was just so tight and hot, and fuck.

Once Blaine was fully inside Kurt, he tried to pause to allow Kurt to adjust, but Kurt started to roll his hips. "MOVE! God, Blaine. I just need…. fuck me now!"

Blaine pulled back and thrust into Kurt, reveling in the sensation. He held a hand on Kurt's leg and the other gripped on his waist. He pressed deeper and harder. Kurt moaned and yelled out under him. Kurt grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. The kiss was filled with desire, need, lust, and something else that Blaine couldn't quite distinguish, but he really liked it.

"Blaine, touch me, please." Kurt's voice was desperate. Blaine moved his hand from Kurt's waist and wrapped around Kurt's cock in between them. He moved his wrist in rhythm with his hips, bringing Kurt closer to the edge. "I'm so close, more!" Blaine moved faster and harder.

Kurt tensed around him as he came hard over Blaine's hand and both of their chests. Kurt clenched around Blaine, driving him over the edge. Blaine came inside Kurt while screaming his name. He collapsed on top of him, trying to catch his breath before pulling out, slowly. He rolled onto his side and cuddled up against Kurt's chest. "Thank you, i really needed that."

"Thank me? Thank you! I haven't bottomed in years, and i've never had someone take control like that. I really liked it. Not every day, but it's nice to give up control once in a while." Kurt smirked, and placed a soft kiss on the top of Blaine's head. For a while he just lay there, breathing in the scent of Blaine. Unfortunately, the quiet left him too alone with his thoughts.

Blaine cuddled into Kurt's side, nuzzling into the crook between his shoulder and neck. Kurt felt messy and sticky, but he really didn't want to move. He pulled Blaine closer, feeling his breath ghost over his sweaty chest, making goosebumps rise.

Eventually, Blaine's breathing slowed and he twitched occasionally as he fell into a deep sleep. Kurt traced mindless patterns into Blaine's skin, but despite willing slumber to take over, he lay fully awake.

This was the most time Kurt has had to himself in a really long time. The job required constant stress and attention with unending clients because this world was a disgusting place. It was just sad that even in Ohio alone, the job was never sufficiently enough. There was always more crime, hate and violence.

Kurt eyed his gun laying upon his nightstand. The green lights of his digital clock gave the pistol and eery glow. Kurt's pager hadn't gone off in hours since he finished cleaning out the cavern.

His father was probably angry with him. Even though Kurt was his biological son, he found more practical use in stepson, Finn who was a dangerous weapon, but never strayed from orders. Kurt was used to never failing, but something about Blaine was making him stir to his core.

Kurt was changing. It a slight change, but he didn't want to do this anymore. Kurt was aware that killing repulsed Blaine, and he had this strange innate desire to make Blaine happy. And we wanted Blaine to make him happy.

So Kurt eventually realized he sort of wanted out of the family business, but he really had no choice. This was not something you could just quit on a whim. He had a duty to his father and society. A responsibility.

But the more Kurt thought about it, the more the thought terrified him. This was all he knew. He was a killer, and he has always been fine with that; even come to terms with it. He was excellent at what he did, and this Blaine was ruining it for him.

The most practical option would be to throw Blaine out on his ass and never see him again. However, the pain in Kurt's heart revealed the truth. He was falling for this doe-eyed would-be-conman, and there was nothing to stop it from happening.

Blaine woke up the morning, alone in Kurt's bed. He felt abandoned. Here he was in a strange place, alone, and naked. Did Kurt leave him there? He got up and found his pants, well actually they were Kurt's pants, and he headed down the stairs. He looked around the house. it was so normal looking, no one would ever guess that a family of killers lived there. Blaine shivered at the thought. Kurt is a killer. He almost forgot that fact.

He found the kitchen and, to his relief, saw Kurt sitting at the island, drinking a cup of coffee. "Hey, you. Wanna cup?" Kurt gestured to the coffee and reaching to grab another mug.

"Sure, thanks." Blaine took the mug and poured his own coffee. "Cream and sugar?" Kurt got up and got them.

"Blaine, about last night…. i just… uhm, you can stay here til the trial." Kurt avoided eye contact. He knew that if he looked into those hazel eyes, he'd fall even deeper and he can not handle that right now.

"Thanks, you really don't have to do that for me."

"Jesus Blaine, I think it's pretty damn obvious that i'd do anything for you." Kurt spoke with out thinking. When his words registered with him, Kurt's eyes went wide. "I mean, like, i, shit."

Blaine blushed but decided to change the subject, "So, what do you for fun?"

Kurt shrugged and gestured around his pristine kitchen. "None of us are ever really here. I don't really get much free time."

Blaine felt slightly uneasy knowing why, but he shrugged it off. "Well if you really wanted to do something, and had the time to, like now, what would you do?"

Kurt tilted his head and daydreamed about his lost youth, and how he wished to watch Saturday morning cartoons and eat sugary cereal like a normal child, instead of taking long rides out to the middle of nowhere with Finn and his father at the crack of dawn, being trained how to shoot, then come home to a freshly cooked meal by Carol, which could be possibly poisoned if she felt like testing them further that night.

"Nothing," Kurt decided.

"Nothing?"

"Fucking nothing. I just want to sit down and relax. Maybe put in a movie, snuggle under some blankets and order in later. I've never really done that before."

Blaine's mouth fell open in shock "You've got to be joking! You haven't lived!"

Kurt raised a questioning brow. Blaine was acting like an excited puppy about to get a treat. Kurt would never admit out loud how endearing he found it.

"What kinds of movies do you have?" Blaine asked as he made his way over to the entertainment center. There was a large, sleek flat screen connected to the wall, but it was dusty from disuse.

"I'm not sure if we have any," Kurt admitted. "But we do have cable."

"Why pay for something you don't use?" Blaine asked.

"Because as tenants here we need to appear normal."

"Oh." Blaine shifted uncomfortably. "Let's just order something off of Pay Per View or something."

Kurt cooked some popcorn and boiled water for hot chocolate while Blaine flipped through the channels. "Phantom of the Opera! I love this movie!"

"Sounds good to me," Kurt agreed indifferently, enjoying the feeling of no responsibilty. He could just be. Do nothing and just be with Blaine. It was absolutely amazing.

Kurt grabbed the fuzzy throw blanket off the armchair, pushed the ottoman close to the couch, and snuggled close to Blaine as the movie started.

Blaine leaned in and kissed the tip of Kurt's nose and giggled, throwing a piece of popcorn into his mouth. Kurt felt this weird playful urge to steal the popcorn and run away with it, but he didn't act on it. Instead he just grinned stupidly at Blaine.

"I'm really happy you're here," Kurt said honestly. "You make me feel like a real person."

Blaine frowned slightly. "You are a real person."

"I know, but you know what you mean," Kurt stammered, looking away from him, blushing for some ungodly reason.

Blaine placed his finger lightly under Kurt's chin, forcing Kurt to meet his gaze.

"I'm really happy I'm here too."

Kurt watched the movie, amazed by the music and the visuals. He heard Blaine humming along with the songs, but when 'All I Ask Of You' came on, he heard him sing fully. Blaine had a beautiful voice. Kurt closed his eyes and listened. Although he'd never admit it, but Kurt's heart was so warmed by the song that his eyes began to water.

A few songs later, Kurt heard a familiar tune. "I know this one! It's 'Wishing you were somehow here again'! My mother sang it to me when i was little. I can't believe i remember, it was so long ago." He hummed along to the tune.

Blaine shifted to look Kurt in the eye. "Kurt, you're crying…"

"Sorry, it's just… i do think about her very often. She died when i was eight. We tried to keep music in the house, but when i got older, i guess i got cold. Doesn't help that the family business is killing…." Kurt's voice fell. "i'm so sick of being dead inside."

Blaine paused the movie and pulled Kurt into his arms. "This," He wiped a tear from Kurt's cheek. "Is more than enough evidence that you are not dead inside. In fact you are amazing. Just look at everything you've done for me, you've saved my life, my father's life."

Kurt buried his face into Blaine's shoulder. They stayed that way for a while. Kurt pulled back and looked at Blaine. "You are beautiful."

"So are you. Come on, lets finish the movie then order some food."

When the movie finished, Blaine put on a mindless television show. Blaine used his iPhone to look up nearby restaurants they could order food from. They decided on Chinese, and they were so hungry that they pretty much ordered the whole left side of the menu.

They snuggled up on the couch again, pulling the blanket up to cover their shoulders. Kurt's place was very cold and not very homy, but Kurt's presence made Blaine not want to be anywhere else in the world.

They kissed lazily for some time, because they knew their food would take a while. Kurt had never felt so content in his life. He couldn't even remember a time where he felt anything remotely like this. Like he was falling in love. Kurt found it tragic, darkly humorous and beautiful at the same time that they had met under such grave circumstances.

Their lips moved together smoothly, and once in a while Kurt would dart his tongue out to dance playfully with Blaine's. Blaine ran his palms up Kurt's forearms, up his neck and tangled softly in his hair. Kurt lightly massaged Blaine's shoulders, pulling him closer and tangling their legs together as he straddled Blaine's lap.

Blaine ran his hands down Kurt's back to rest on his hips as he leaned down flat on the couch. Kurt followed him, nipping playfully at his lips. That was when the doorbell rang.

"Don't go," Blaine whined. "If I get to kiss you the rest of the night, I'll go hungry without complaint."

Kurt blushed, getting up gracefully, grabbing his wallet and padded to the door. Kurt unlatched it and threw the door open, his smile falling immediately when he saw it wasn't the delivery man.