"I can honestly say that this is the most emotionally draining couple days of my life. and I need a good distraction from the multiple near death experiences and dead bodies that I've seen." Blaine wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but Kurt let out a slight chuckle anyways.

"Well, are you hungry?"

"You can't be serious." Blaine's face was deadpanned.

"Actually I am. I was thinking I'd take you out to dinner and drinks or something." Kurt blushed, "You know, like a date or something. If you want?"

"You want to take me on a date? After how i just treated you? Wow, maybe you're not cold-blooded, just really, really stupid." Blaine cracked a smile and Kurt instantly relaxed.

"Look, Pretty Boy, there's a lot more to me than my occupation and I plan on showing you exactly that. If you'll let me." Kurt smirked and held out his hand to Blaine.

Blaine took it and pulled Kurt in to a hug. "Fine. But can we please get cleaned up first."

"Only if we shower together." Kurt winked at Blaine before pulling him towards the upstairs bathroom.

They ripped each other's clothes off in haste of touching each other, and tripped into the shower. Kurt turned on the hot water, and it sprayed them, steam seeping into their pores.

Soon their bodies were slick, and Kurt couldn't help but stare at the droplets traveling down Blaine's sculpted torso and into his bellybutton. Kurt traced Blaine's dark happy trail, loving seeing him squirm in pleasure.

"Let me wash you," Kurt offered with a coy smile. Blaine turned around, closed his eyes and let the spray hit his face. He hummed in his throat, feeling like all his worries and anxiety were being washed away.

Blaine felt a loofah being rubbed gently across his back, covered in delicious smelling soap.

"Mmmm, feels good," Blaine murmured. Kurt pressed his lips gently to Blaine's wet back. "I'm glad."

Kurt lathered Blaine up and watched as the water washed it away. Kurt really enjoyed doing this, and he wasn't sure why.

"Tip your head back," Kurt commanded softly, and Blaine obliged.

Kurt gave him a deep scalp massage, one that Blaine thoroughly enjoyed. Kurt could tell because his groaned and he was growing hard.

"I can't believe you're enjoying this so much!" Kurt joked.

"Well sorry, you have magic fingers and I can stop thinking about them being all over me," Blaine said with a sheepish smile, eyes still closed. Kurt admired the droplets in his long, dark eyelashes.

"Blaine, this is clean up time, not sexy time," Kurt scolded playfully, pushing Blaine's head up to wash the shampoo out.

Blaine turned around, grabbing Kurt by the waist, twirling and nearly slipping to the floor. "Your turn!" he exclaimed cheerfully.

Kurt went to hand the loofah to Blaine, but he pushed his arm away. "No, i don't want anything but my hands touching you."

Blaine lathered up the soap in his hands and began to massage it into Kurt's back. He smoothed his hands down Kurt's torso. When he reached Kurt's hips, he teased the sensitive skin of his pelvis, not quite touching his growing erection.

"Kurt, I can't really reach your hair well enough to to wash it…" Blaine blushed at the confession.

"I can fix that." Kurt lowered himself on to his knees and turned to face Blaine. "Better."

"Mhmm." Blaine hummed nervously as he started to shampoo Kurt's hair, when he felt Kurt's tongue press against the underside of his cock. His legs started to shake at the sensation.

"Keep washing my hair, Blaine." Kurt pulled back and smirked up at Blaine.

Blaine massaged the shampoo in Kurt's hair, trying to concentrate on the task. Kurt continued to tease him with small licks to his shaft.

Kurt took his sweet time dragging the tip of his tongue over every inch of Blaine's cock before grabbing him firmly by the shaft and sinking down slowly.

"Guh..ghngng," Blaine babbled, pausing his massaging movements. Kurt hummed disapprovingly, and Blaine struggled to maintain a rhythm in Kurt's thick locks. Kurt had yet to suck him off, and Blaine whole body was buzzing with excitement.

Kurt tickled Blaine's perineum before teasing Blaine's entrance. Kurt pulled off for a moment to say, "Okay, Blaine, you can fuck my mouth, and I'm going to finger you until you come."

Blaine's body tingled and his cock throbbed at the idea. "Oookay-Oh!"

Holding onto Blaine's hip as leverage, Kurt sunk all the way down, relaxing his throat and taking Blaine all the way in until his nose brushed his pelvis. Kurt moaned and nodded oh so slightly.

Blaine thrust into his mouth gently at first, but jerked sharply when without any warning Kurt thrust two fingers in, crooking them in searchance of Blaine's prostate.

"Fuck!" Blaine groaned, feeling the tip of his cock brushing the back of Kurt's hot throat. Any woman he was ever with before was not nearly as talented as Kurt was.

Kurt picked up the pace of his fingers, giving Blaine a huge dilemma. He didn't know whether or not to grind his ass down onto Kurt's fingers or thrust sharply into Kurt's waiting, stretched mouth.

Blaine looked down, seeing Kurt staring at him with a ravenous expression. Blaine legs trembled and he whimpered at the sight. Kurt's hair was soaked, falling lightly on his forehead and his galaxy eyes were piercing.

Blaine moved his hips faster while Kurt pressed his fingers in deeper, hitting his prostate on every thrust. Blaine felt a familiar coiling in his lower abdomen "Kurt I'm gonna come."

Kurt simply hummed around him and slid his free hand to his own aching erection. Blaine let himself go as he came hard down Kurt's throat. Blaine felt his legs going weak. Kurt pulled back and his finger out of Blaine. He took the smaller boy in his arms. They sat on the shower floor for a moment. Blaine looked and saw that Kurt was still hard. He reached his hand to Kurt's lap and stroked him firmly.

"Oh fuck, Blaine!" Kurt threw his head back against the shower wall. He thrust his hips up to meet Blaine's movements. It didn't take him long to fall over the edge, coming over Blaine's hand and his own stomach.

Blaine then stood, his legs still a little wobbly. "Ok, i think it's time for us to actually clean up." Kurt laughed and stood as well. They washed up quickly and turned off the shower. "Uhm, Kurt? What am i going to wear?"

"You can borrow something of mine. My old clothes should fit you." Kurt walked to his closet and found a pair of skinny jeans and white button-down shirt. He handed them to Blaine, before pulling out clothes for himself.

Kurt was wearing red silk button-down shirt and a pair of impossibly tight black pants. He styled his hair slightly, hair spraying his bangs off his forehead. He was also wearing a pair of boots that Blaine was convinced were invented to torture him.

"I like the casual look for you. Those suits don't do you justice." Blaine was practically drooling.

"You don't look to bad yourself." Kurt said with a wink. "I don't know about you, but i'm not in the mood for Chinese food anymore. Italian?"

"Sounds lovely." Blaine took Kurt's hand and they headed out.

Blaine noticed on the way out the door that everything was spotless, everything bleached clean. Blaine could smell it, but he was thankful because it was much better than the rusty-like smell of blood. He even saw that Kurt and Blaine's blood spattered clothes disappeared. Awkward! Kurt's dad must have grabbed them from the bathroom and we didn't notice… Blaine shook off those thoughts.

They drove in Kurt's sleek black sedan, and Blaine was grateful he drove at the speed of a normal human being. Actually, he was driving slower than normal, because Kurt was content. There was no rush.

While Kurt and his father disposed of the evidence and bodies, he vowed Kurt to get some time off, to clear his head. His dad took his pager, kissed him on the forehead and left. Kurt didn't want to tell Blaine yet though. He wanted to discuss it over dinner.

They sat down to dinner and Blaine couldn't help but notice that red was really Kurt's color. The romantic mood of the italian restaurant glowed perfectly off his porcelain skin. They smiled at each other sheepishly over their menus.

"Wow," Blaine commented after the waiter walked away with their orders. "I feel like a normal person right now. It's nice"

"It is," Kurt agreed, sipping his water. "You deserve this, after all you've been through."

Blaine nibbled at the free bread. "You know, I still don't understand," Blaine said thoughtfully. "Why do this all for me?"

Kurt's face grew very serious. "I don't want to scare you away with a truthful answer to that."

Blaine took ahold of Kurt's hand and squeezed. "After seeing you kill multiple people, I don't think there's much else you can say or do to scare me away," Blaine said very quietly.

Kurt chuckled nervously. "This is a lot harder to say than killing someone," Kurt said under his breath.

"What?" Blaine asked in a hushed tone.

Kurt took a deep breath, wiping condensation off the side of his glass, avoiding Blaine's gaze.

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Blaine nearly choked, "R-really?"

"Yes, really… unless that totally freaks you out, then forget i said anything." Kurt's voice was shaky and his eyes were wide. Even though he just took a shower with him, he never felt more naked in front of Blaine.

Blaine's cheeks pinked and a small smile appeared on his face. "Well, i hope you meant it, cause I'm falling in love with you too."

Kurt felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. His stomach was doing flips. Blaine felt the same way he did. This amazingly beautiful man with the heart of an angel was falling for him! "Blaine, i think you should know, I am taking a hiatus from the family business. I don't enjoy killing people. And I know how it makes you feel. I never again want to be the reason you're upset. Seeing you that way, it breaks my heart."

"I am really happy to hear that, but what about your dad? Doesn't he need you?"

"He understands. Besides, Finn can more than handle everything. Right now i just want to focus on making this work." Kurt pulled Blaine's hand to his lips and softly kissed his fingers.

"Wow. I feel like we're in a movie or something. It can't be real. It's all too perfect." Blaine laughed quietly.

"Blaine we met cause i was hired to kill your father. How is that perfect?" Kurt's face got serious.

"I don't know. But you're perfect and this all feels so right. So it's just perfect." Blaine shrugged.

"I'm far from perfect. But you, on the other hand…" Kurt's eyes sparkled as he looked at Blaine. It was like every dream he ever had come true in just one person. He was happy for the first time in years. He really hoped that it would last forever.

They ate dinner quietly, basking in the afterglow of their confession. Kurt didn't think it was possible to fall so hard and fast for someone, but here he was. Granted the only love he knew was familial, but there was just something about Blaine. If Kurt believed he had a soul, Blaine was probably his soulmate. Oh, how ironic life was.

Kurt giggled behind his hand when Blaine slurped up an Alfredo noodle. Once they started eating, neither realized how starving they were. They never kept their eyes off each other.

Before dessert came, Blaine decided to order the most expensive wine on the menu, just for the hell of it, so they were getting a bit tipsy. Despite his father's club being shut down, Blaine still had fabulous wealth of his own.

They left the restaurant arm in arm. Blaine leaned his head on Kurt's shoulder, watching their breaths pant out in front of them in the chilled night air.

Without preamble, they were both shoved forcefully into the nearest alleyway.

Kurt cursed because he realized he left his gun on the nightstand. They however held Kurt back while one of the figures punched Blaine across the face. Kurt saw a drop of blood fly from the force.

"Stop! Leave him alone!"

The figure who had clocked Blaine socked Kurt in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

"We're here to teach Blainey a little lesson about loyalty. The Family doesn't appreciate snitches," one of the figures grumbled in a thick Boston accent.

One of the men knees Blaine in the groin before speaking over his heaving body.

"We know you sold your father out to the police, so if you don't fix this problem, you're going to disappear without a trace."

They kicked Blaine's back one more time before turning to leave. Kurt was released from his hold, but his concern for Blaine outweighed revenge.

"If you hurt him I'll fucking kill you all," Kurt threatened, going to Blaine's aid.

The last thing Kurt heard was cackling and the peeling away of tires.