"Blaine, go back to the other room." Kurt's voice was harsh, but Blaine could hear slight fear in it.

"Aw, come on Kurt, ain't ya gonna invite me in?" The gunman teased.

"What are you doing here Karofsky?" Kurt was being pushed back into the house by the gun in his face. He tried to keep his voice calm.

"We got unfinished business. You killed my partner. Looks like I owe you the same justice." Karofsky shifted his aim, pointing the gun at Blaine instead. Blaine froze in fear.

"Azimio deserved everything he got! Just leave Blaine out of this. Yea i killed your partner in crime, so point the gun at me." Kurt pleaded.

"No. Gotta even the the score." Karofsky pulled back the hammer of the gun.

"Come on, Karofsky. How would it be even? Unless you and Azimio were fucking? Were you, cause i know how much you love the taste of di-"

"SHUT UP FAG!" Karofsky locked his gaze on Blaine. "You're gonna rot in hell!"

Karofsky shoved Blaine to the floor, holding him by the collar while the tip of the gun was shoved harshly right under his occipital bone.

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and began to pray. He didn't know who to, but he hoped that anybody, anything would listen. He really didn't want it to be the end, he had so much more life to live.

Kurt was sobbing. "Please I beg of you, don't do this!"

Karofsky laughed harshly. "You should have thought of that before you killed my partner."

"He deserved to die! What you two do and did is wrong! The only reason you aren't dead yet is because my Boss hasn't pegged anything on you!"

Kurt could see Karfosky was sweating, his eyes set and determined. Kurt slipped his fingers into his back pocket and the first thing he wrapped his hand around was his trusty knife.

"So i've got a Mr. Hummel with an order of-"

It was the Chinese delivery man and he stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded by the scene before him.

Karofsky flipped around, startled and fired his loaded bullet, shooting the man through the chest. He fell to the floor dead, still clutching the bag of food.

"Oh fu-" And those were Karofsky's last words. Kurt came up from behind and slit his coratid artery. Blood started streaming out of Karofsky's neck, and he gurgled obscenely before collapsing to the floor.

"You don't know how long I've waited to do that," Kurt spat.

Blaine peaked through his eyelids and to his horror saw a pool of blood soaking his pants.

"Kurt what did you do?" His voice shook.

Kurt touched his shoulder. "Blaine, it's okay. He's gone now."

Blaine saw the gory scene of two dead men when he turned around. He gagged and retched onto the floor.

"Blaine!" Kurt's voice flooded with concern. "Are you alright?"

"How could you do this!" Blaine started to cry, his throat burning with stomach acid.

"He killed an innocent, he deserved to die! He wouldn't have stopped there!"

Kurt made to comfort Blaine, but he pushed Kurt off.

"Just.. stay away from me," Blaine said before he got sick again.

Is this what his life had become? Falling in love with a cold-blooded killer? Blaine cowered on the floor just inches from his own vomit. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't will himself to move. He stared unblinkingly at the dead body across from him. "Why? Why? Why?" Blaine choked out over and over again.

"Blaine, i'm so sorry… he was going to kill you. He did kill that guy. I had to stop him. If you had any idea what he has done." Kurt collapsed to the ground, looking at Blaine with pleading eyes. "He's a monster. He and his partner used to kidnap gay men and beat them and torture them within an inch of their lives and then leave them for dead. His partner, Azimio, slipped up though. He started returning to finish off their victims. We could only prove that one of them was truly guilty, but Karofsky wasn't much better."

"You still killed him, in front of me. How could ever expect me to forget that or forgive you?" Blaine couldn't look at Kurt, instead just stared at his hands. It was then that he realized he had Karofsky's blood on him.

"Cause i was one of their victims." Kurt's voice dropped. His eyes glazed over and his already pale skin went even whiter. "They cornered me, they beat me. When Azimio left, Karofsky came back and he… he…. he deserved this. He did." Kurt pulled his knees to his chin and let years of pain out in sobs.

Blaine still felt sick. He didn't know what to think, but seeing Kurt utterly broken like that shook him to his core. It was just so heart-wrenching.

In the short time they've spent together, Blaine knew Kurt was many things, but none of them were anything like this. Blaine took pity on him, and Kurt didn't have to say exactly what Karofsky had done to him. Blaine could only guess. But he really didn't want to know.

With shaking limbs, Blaine crawled to Kurt, trying to ignore the pool of thick, acrid blood. He wrapped his arms around Kurt, holding him close, as they rocked together on the floor. Blaine started to cry too.

He cried for himself. He cried for Kurt. He cried for his father. He cried for the sake of the world. Everything was just so fucked up, and as much as Blaine wanted to live a normal life, he knew that was impossible. After seeing something like this, he knew he was forever changed. He has been tainted. And he didn't know whether or not to blame his conman father.

"Kurt, it's time to get up," a gentle voice said above them. Kurt wiped his eyes and saw his father looking at him with so much sympathy it made him want to cry more.

His father held out a hand and helped the two boys up. He patted Blaine's shoulder.

"Go wait in the other room while my son and I clean up. I am so sorry you were subject to this."

Blaine smiled. For some reason this once foreboding man looking at him with his kind eyes made Blaine feel so much better. Like there was some sanity and reason in the world, and just maybe the family business wasn't just about killing. It was about justice.