"You're going to what?" Puck says loudly, head poking out from behind the punching bag,

Blaine swings and he disappears again, the chain holding the bag up rattling loudly. "Propose, Puck. I'm going to propose."

Puck steps away from the punching bag and slips on his gloves. "You've known the guy for what, a month?"

"Don't care. He's perfect. He's hot, intelligent, funny and he's a designer so he goes on business trips and works late. It's perfect," Blaine counters, holding his hands up as Puck begins to swing. "I don't even know if he'll say yes."

"Look, dude, I'm all for you being happy, but with our lifestyle and the lives we lead marriage and love is sort of impossible. Not to mention if the agency finds out..." Puck trails off, blocking one of Blaine's hits.

Blaine steadies himself before he begins to swing again. "They won't find out because I'm not going to tell them about him."

Kurt pins the dress at the knee, considering it for a moment before nodding his head and stepping back. "Okay, turn around."

"So this guy you met, what's his name?" Quinn asks as she turns.

"Blaine," Kurt leans forward to slide another pin through the fabric. "And he's perfect."

Quinn laughs softly. "They are never perfect, Kurt. Something has to be wrong with him."

Kurt holds out his hand and Quinn takes it to step down from the stool. "He owns a theater, he's a performer, he goes away to perform in shows for long periods of time and he works late. Not to mention he's hot and sweet. Based on the kind of industry I'm in, he's perfect."

"How's the sex?" asks Quinn, unzipping her dress.

Kurt flushes a light pink, taking the dress from Quinn and fitting it on a mannequin. "Not that it's any of your business Miss. Fabray, but the sex is absolutely phenomenal."

Quinn smiles as she tugs on her own clothes. "Well, that's a plus. How do you know he's proposing again?"

"I'm a trained assassin, it's my job to know people," Kurt says. "And I may have checked his credit card bill and there was quite a large purchase from Tiffanys."

Kurt parks on the road behind the house, hidden by bushes. He flips up the passenger seat to reveal a hidden compartment, two G17's and a twin gun shoulder holster inside. He slips on the holster and loads both guns, checking the safety's before tucking them inside the holster.

He exits the car, closing the door quietly before running to duck behind the bushes. He slides under the fence, jumping up two seconds later when he notices the tiny red dot on his chest. Kurt presses a button on his headset as he runs, bullets making the ground explode around him.

"Well, hello there Mr. Hummel," Blaine's voice is cocky, and Kurt can hear the gun shooting in the background as he runs.

"So you know my real name," Kurt says as he reaches the garage. "Must have been quite the file you got."

There's the sound of a clip hitting the followed by a quick reload. "Oh you know, just the usual. Target's name, age, place of birth, relatives. All the fun things you've been lying to me about for six years."

"Seven," answers Kurt, breaking off one of the car mirrors with his foot. "I've been lying to you for seven years."

Blaine laughs in a way that makes Kurt shiver. "Seven years then. You have a father in Ohio? And a step mom and a step brother? You told me they all died in a car crash."

Kurt flinches as his lies are repeated back to him. He knew at the time it was in the best interest of his family to protect them but now he can't help but wonder if he's put them in more danger by lying.

"You told me you were disowned by your parents and had no family. Cooper Anderson, the movie star? Your parents think you're dead," says Kurt as he ducks into the kitchen.

"Necessary precautions," Blaine says. "I'm sure you understand."

Kurt hums his agreement as he rolls out from behind the counter, bullet zooming past his head as he gets behind a wall. "Where are you hiding, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine clicks off his blue tooth and tosses it to the side. "These walls are thin, you can probably hear where I am." He ducks his head back down to look through the sight. "Why are you hiding from me, Kurt? Afraid?"

He can hear Kurt laugh softly through the wall and he dives to the other side of the room to flip over the kitchen table and hide behind it. "What's so funny?"

"Just that you think I'm afraid of you when you have the most unsteady hands I've ever seen," Kurt answers as a bullet pierces the table. "Have you ever experienced smoke when you're trying to shoot your target?"

Blaine's about to answer when a oval metal container lands beside him and begins to smoke. "God dammit, Kurt!"

Kurt laughs again, and Blaine ducks around to the front entrance way. "That all you got, sweetheart?"

"Of course not. I like to play with my prey before I eat it," Kurt says.

Blaine puts his M14 on the floor beside him and pulls out one of his P11's. "What makes you so sure you'll be having me for dinner?"

He crawls across the floor and grabs his duffle bag from inside the closet, opening it and removing a grenade. "I think you'll be rather tasty," he pulls the pin and tosses it in the direction of the kitchen.

Immediately he covers his ears, and lays flat on the floor as the house shakes and dust begins to fall from pieces begin to fall from the ceiling. A few picture frames fall on the floor and smash, distracting Blaine for only a moment before there's a bullet grazing his head.

"You're better than I thought you were," Blaine yells, getting up onto his feet and ducking back into the living room.

"Oh darling, you have no idea," Kurt replies.

"I'm sure I'll appreciate it more once you're dead. Maybe," says Blaine, sliding across the floor to crouch behind the kitchen counter. "We'll see."

"I'm not the one that's going to be dying tonight," Kurt says, and Blaine narrowly misses being stabbed by a knife that rips the sleeve of his shirt and sticks into the wall.

"Your hands may be steady, but your aim is terrible!" Blaine yells over the counter, and Kurt watches as he ducks behind the island. "How have you had this job for so long and not been killed yet?"

Kurt rolls his eyes and pulls out his other gun. "I'm the top agent at my agency, and according to your file you're actually pretty damn good. So why go rogue? What made you go against the rules?"

"Go what?" Blaine sounds surprised. "Shouldn't I be asking you the same question?"

Kurt rolls out from where he's hiding to find a gun pointed in his face. He raises his own quickly, eyes locking with Blaine's. Honey brown and uncertain, and that more than anything makes Kurt hesitate.

His mind flashes back to meeting a mysterious man at a hotel in Italy, back to when Blaine comforted Kurt over a fake funeral for his entire family, back to the time they stayed in bed all day just to have sex and he has to swallow around the lump in his throat. For this first time since he opened the file, he knows he can't go through with it.

"Just do it!" Kurt yells through clenched teeth, hand shaking as he tries to keep his gun upright. "Do it!"

Blaine's hand is steady, his face unreadable. "No, you do it."

"God dammit, Blaine. Just shoot me!" Kurt says, lowering his weapon. "I can't.. I can't kill you."

"I can't kill you either," Blaine says softly, pushing on the safety before throwing his gun to the floor and closing the distance between them.

Blaine's hands come up to cup Kurt's face, his eyes fluttering shut as Blaine connects their mouths. Kurt grabs onto Blaine's biceps, fingers pressing in as he walks them backwards towards the counter. Blaine makes a noise when his back hits it, Kurt reaching down to grab at his thighs and lift him up onto the nearby table. Blaine locks his legs around Kurt's waist, heel pushing at his back to get him closer.

Kurt rips open Blaine's shirt, buttons popping off and bouncing on the floor tiles while Blaine flicks open the button on Kurt's jeans and pushes them down his thighs. Kurt gasps against Blaine's neck when Blaine curls his fingers around his cock, tentative and slow.

"Fuck," Kurt moans, hips twitching up into Blaine's hand. "I.. wow. I didn't realize how much I missed your hands on me until right now."

Blaine bites down on Kurt's bottom lip, tongue soothing over it before he sucks it into his mouth. Kurt scrambles, urging Blaine to push himself up so Kurt can slide his pants down his legs. Blaine kicks them from around his ankles and reaches between them to press their cocks together.

"Too rough," Kurt whines. "There's lube in the bedroom."

"Too long, too long," Blaine says, reaching up into the cupboard beside them to grab a bottle of olive oil. Kurt looks at it with distaste but Blaine puts it on the counter. "First, I want to suck you."

Kurt steps back, watching as Blaine slides off the table and drops to his knees. He wastes no time in sucking Kurt's cock into his mouth, lips wrapping around the head before dropping all the way down until Kurt can feel it hitting the back of his throat.

"Jesus fuck," Kurt's fingers dig into Blaine's hair, loose from his excessive sweating. His hips thrust forward and Blaine makes a noise of approval, fingers digging into the globes of Kurt's ass and pulling him closer. "Oh god."

Blaine releases Kurt's cock from his mouth, leaning down to suck on his balls before he licks a line up the base and moving up to press a kiss to the head. He almost looks sad as he jumps onto the counter and pours some olive oil into his hand. "Come here."

Kurt pulls his pants down further, trying to pull them off but getting stuck on his boots and he gives up, moving forward quickly.. He groans loudly when Blaine's hand curls around both of their cocks, Blaine's hot and heavy against his own. They both look down at the same time, watching as Blaine's hand moves up and down.

Blaine uses his free hand to tilt Kurt's head so he can kiss him, tongue slipping past his lips to explore his mouth as his hand works. He pulls at Kurt's hair until he turns and exposes his neck, then nips and sucks along his jawline before latching on and pulling the skin past his lips.

"Blaine," moans Kurt, hands digging into Blaine's thighs. "No marks."

"Yes marks," Blaine pulls back for a moment, admiring the red skin before he goes back to sucking, adding teeth and suction. "Mine."

Kurt reaches between them, hand wrapping around Blaine's to tighten his hold. "You feel so good."

Blaine wraps his legs around Kurt's waist and pulls him closer, gasping against Kurt's skin when it changes the angle of his cock and lines them up perfectly. "Fuck, Kurt, gonna come."

"Come all over me," Kurt says, making Blaine's eyes widen. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks across his palm, fingers pushing past his lips as he wets them. He makes eye contact with Blaine as he moves his hand back around their cocks, and Blaine's hips stutter as his fingers curl around their cocks. "Do it, Blaine."

Blaine moans loud and long, thrusting up into Kurt's fist as he starts to come. Kurt watches as Blaine's come hits his shirt, sliding over his hand onto his own cock. He keeps stroking, knees buckling as his orgasm hits him. Blaine whines from over sensitivity as Kurt strokes himself through it, releasing them both before his hands come to rest on the counter to hold himself up.

"Well," Kurt says, reaching for paper towel but Blaine grabs his hand before he can grab it. Kurt watches as Blaine sucks his come covered fingers into his mouth. "Fuck, are you trying to kill me?"

Blaine lets go of Kurt's fingers with a loud pop. "Not anymore, no."

"You're funny," Kurt drawls, picking up his pants and sliding them on. He buttons up his pants and looks over when Blaine hops off the counter. "What are we going to do?"

Blaine looks at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"

"They're going to send others to kill us now," Kurt answers. "Because we didn't kill each other like they wanted us too."

"Shit," Blaine says, and Kurt can tell he's thinking of his co workers coming after him just like Kurt knows Quinn or Santana will come after him. "Well, there's only one thing to do."

Kurt raises an eyebrow, smiling a little when Blaine tries to do up his shirt but can't because of the buttons missing. "And what would that be?"

"We have to take them out first," Blaine says.

The second the words leave Blaine's mouth, a bullet smashes through their kitchen window and zooms past Kurt's head, lodging into the kitchen cupboard.