They both drop to the floor just as another array of bullets take out the rest of the window. Blaine ducks behind the kitchen island while Kurt takes cover behind overturned kitchen table.

Blaine raises a hand to his mouth, signalling Kurt to be quiet. "We have to get to the stairs," he mouths.

Kurt shakes his head. "No," he mouths back. "The backyard."

"They probably have us surrounded," Blaine mouths. "Trust me."

Blaine grabs Kurt by the sleeve of his shirt and pulls him towards the basement stairs. He opens the door quickly, nearly yanking off the handle in his haste. They both jump inside and immediately Kurt reaches for the handle to close it behind them. His balance is put off when Blaine grabs the back of his shirt, and they both tumble down the first flight of stairs.

"Was that really necessary?" Kurt snaps as he climbs to his feet, immediately moving towards a box labelled Christmas Decorations.

Blaine mumbles an apology of some sort, waiting as Kurt pulls out various Christmas lights and tinsel until he pulls starts pulling out multiple guns. Kurt loads a SW442 and hands it to Blaine who takes it with a raised brow. "Why do I get the girl gun?"

Kurt loads the USP Elite and looks up at Blaine. "Are you kidding me?"

"No," Blaine says, holding his hand out for the Elite.

"Oh my god," Kurt hands him the gun and takes the SW442. "I can't believe this."

Blaine takes the safety off and spins the gun on his finger. "They gave me 48 hours to take you out."

"Same with you," Kurt answers as he puts his gun in his holder. "Where's the trust?"

The door creaks open on the stairs and they take each side of the landing, guns pointed towards it. A remote robot makes it's way down the first set of stairs and then turns on the landing, dropping something down the remainder of the stairs.

It rolls between Blaine's feet, and when he sees it's a grenade, he kicks it hard towards the opposite end of the basement. He remembers too late that the fuel oil is over there as well.

"Did you just?"

"Yes, I did."

They both run towards the cellar, backs pressed together as they throw open the door and shots begin to fill the air. They get about ten strides away from the exit before the grenade goes off and the house explodes. Kurt and Blaine are sent flying through the air, landing underneath a tree as their house bursts into flames behind them.

"God dammit Blaine, " Kurt swears as he extinguishes the fire on his boot. "I liked this house."

Blaine wipes the ash from his face and smiles innocently. "Sorry?"

"Come on, we have to find a car," Kurt says, helping Blaine to his feet.

They keep their guns raised as they walk, Blaine covering Kurt as he smashes the window on a garage and climbs through. Blaine follows after him, nicking his hand on a piece of glass.

"I was never in the Peace Corps," Kurt reveals as he pushes two wires together and the motor comes to life.

"Oh come on, I really liked that about you," Blaine says, putting on his seatbelt.

Kurt pushes the button on the dash and behind them the garage door begins to open. There's a single gunman waiting for them, and Kurt pushes his foot down on the gas, hitting him and knocking him backwards. He climbs out of the car and grabs the man's gun, hopping back inside the van

"Buggers get younger every year," Kurt says as he backs the van out over the man.

"Did you just?"

"Yes, I did."

They make it to the highway without further incident, and Blaine clicks on the radio. "You know,  since we're being completely honest, I feel I should tell you that your cooking is terrible."

"Oh honey, I've never cooked a day in my life," Kurt answers. "It was all my assistant."

"This marriage has been built on a web of lies," Blaine says, feigning anguish. "I feel like I don't know anything about you."

"We have company," Kurt says, eyes on the rear-view mirror.

Blaine turns in his seat, groaning when he sees the three cars chasing them. "Great, just great."

He climbs over the center console, Kurt smacking away his hand when he uses him to help keep his balance before tumbling into the backseat. "Hey, put the claws away."

"Watch out, I have teeth too," replies Kurt.

Blaine reaches for the button on the roof, the back hatch popping open as he ducks down behind a case of golf clubs. Almost immediately gunfire explodes from all three cars, and Blaine attempts to shoot out the windows but is met with bulletproof glass. He reaches above his head and pushes the button and watches as the hatch closes.

"They're bulletproof!" Blaine yells over his shoulder as he reloads his gun. "I feel now would be a good time to tell you I was married once before."

Kurt slams on the brakes, throwing Blaine between the seats and back into the front. One of the cars tailing them slams into them, rear end sliding underneath their wheels. Immediately after, Kurt begins slapping Blaine,, aiming for any body part he can reach.

"Are you out of your mind? What is wrong with you?" Blaine shields himself with his hands, careful to keep his finger off the trigger.

"You're what's wrong with me!" Kurt says angrily.

"It was just a 24 hour thing in Vegas!" Blaine says defensively, climbing back to his feet.

Kurt puts both hands back on the wheel. "Like that's so much better!"

"Stop it!" Blaine says as he grabs a golf club and opens the hatch. He hits the man hanging out of the car over the head with it and kicks him in the chest, sending him flying backwards. When he bounces back, Blaine reaches down and grabs whatever is in his front pocket, eyes widening when he comes back with a pin. He jumps back into the car screaming, "Go, go, go!"

Kurt guns it, wheels spinning on the hood until finally they break free, Blaine ducking down behind the golf clubs just as the grenade explodes and takes the car with it.

"What's his name and social insurance number?" Kurt asks.

"No, you're not going to kill him," Blaine answers as he picks up his gun.

Kurt grabs his gun from the passenger seat and twists the steering wheel around, the van skidding across the pavement as he shoots out the wheels on one of the cars before aiming bullets underneath through the tire wells on the other one. They collide in the middle of the highway, metal crunching and fires blazing.

"Good shot," Blaine says. "Who knew."

Kurt adjusts the van so they're driving straight as Blaine climbs into the front seat. "Thank you," he says, preening a little.

"Where to next?" asks Blaine.

"Does Noah still frequent that diner you two always escape too?" Kurt says, swerving around a tire.

Blaine reloads his gun and nods. "You know Puck. Can never resist a good greasy burger."

Blaine waits for Puck to order his usual before sliding into the booth across from him.

"Blaine! It's uh.. good to see you, bro," Puck says, folding his hands on the table. "Did you kill that lying dickwad?"

"This lying dickwad?" Kurt says from the other side of the booth.

Puck falters for only a moment. "Hello, Kurt. Always a pleasure to see you."

"As it is you," Kurt answers dryly.

"So Puckerman, how bad is it?" asks Blaine.

"Remember Canada?" Puck replies, lifting his coffee cup and taking a gulp. "It's almost as bad as that."

Blaine swears under his breath. "What do we do?"

"What do you do? Listen bro, I'm all for reconciling your love and all that shit, but you guys don't stand a chance together. You have a small chance if you're separated, but together? No way. Our entire agency is after you, his probably is too. The only thing that will help you is if you have something that they want. Something they want more than you."

Kurt's head snaps up suddenly and he's out of the booth before Blaine can ask him what's wrong.

"Look Puck, I love you, but if you come after us, one of us will kill you," Blaine warns before following Kurt out of the diner.

Kurt is behind the wheel on his phone, and from what Blaine can tell he's yelling pretty loud. He opens the passenger door slowly and then steps inside.

"Where are they keeping him?" Kurt asks the person on the other end. There's a moment of silence before Kurt says, "Thank you for your help, Rachel."

Blaine raises an eyebrow. "What was that about?"

"A couple weeks ago, they put me on a mission to take out someone," Kurt starts. "But before I could take him out, there was a giant explosion and the distraction gave them enough time to get him back to safety."

Blaine clears his throat. "That explosion? Yeah.. that was me, trying to take him out," he says sheepishly.

Kurt stares at him for a moment before reaching forward and slapping him on the head. "You have terrible aim."

"Puckerman hit my elbow when he was reloading. It was not my fault," Blaine says as he buckles his seatbelt.

"You're both idiots. No wonder you get along so well," Kurt starts the van and puts it in reverse. "So both of our agencies want the same person. We get him from where he's being held, and tell them that if they want him, they have to get off our backs."

Blaine rolls his eyes. "Right, because there's no way this could end badly."

"Trust me," Kurt replies as begins to drive. "We're going to be okay."

Getting their hands on the witness turns out to be the easy part. It's a little more difficult to actually get him off the premises.

"Kurt, watch out!" Blaine yells as they swerve, a grenade landing only a few feet away from them before it rolls onto the grass and explodes, causing bits of dirt to spatter the side of the van.

"You know, since you kidnapped me from my kidnappers the least you could do is drive in a straight line," the witness says from beneath his pillow case.

"Can you shut him up? Please?" Kurt snaps from the front seat.

Blaine grabs the top of the pillow case and pulls it off his head. "Could you shut up before he kills you? Because he will, and I won't be able to stop him."

The man laughs and twists his head to smirk at Blaine. "You guys aren't going to kill me. You would have done it already."

"Don't tempt me," Kurt mumbles, turning up the radio.

Blaine shoves pillow case back over the man's head and climbs into the front seat. "Why are your claws out?"

"Because doing things your way set off every god damn alarm in the building, we're lucky we even got out alive!" Kurt says angrily.

"My way got the job done," Blaine replies proudly.

"It's always your way! You're always the first one to break team. It's annoying," Kurt says, turning sharply and making Blaine smack his head against the window. "I need someone I can rely on."

"There's no room for mistakes, Kurt," says Blaine. "We have to be a team."

"Like we know anything about being a team. This entire marriage is a fake, built on a web of lies. We wouldn't know what a team was if it smacked us in the face," Kurt says.

If he sees the regretful look on Blaine's face, he doesn't say anything about it.

Getting the witness into the hotel room without making a scene also proves to be very difficult. After uncuffing him and taking the pillow case off his head, he tries to escape from the van. He screams loudly as they carry him inside, Kurt yelling, "He's our son. He has a mental health problem, don't worry!"

By the time they get him inside and strapped to a chair, Kurt is already impatient.

"Kurt and I may be having some domestic issues, but don't let that make you any less scared okay?" Blaine says as he settles in the chair across from him. "Okay, Ryder, why do both our agencies want you dead?"

Ryder purses his lips and then shakes his head.

"Okay so we have three options here. The first one being that you talk, we talk, and everyone leaves happy. The second option, my personal favorite, is that I take your fingernails off with my pliers until you do talk. The third one, Kurt likes a variety but at the end of every one, you end up dead."

"Can I get a soda?" Ryder asks, and Blaine barely has time to register Kurt grabbing the phone beside the bed before he's up and hitting Ryder over the head with it. "Okay, okay. I'll talk, I'll talk."

"Good shot, sweetheart," Blaine says with a grin.

Ryder tugs at his bonds for a moment before he gives up. "Check my back pocket."

Kurt moves forward and pushes Ryder's head forward, reaching into his back pocket. Blaine watches as the smile slips off Kurt's face.

"I'm not the target," Ryder says. "You are. You both are. Two competing agents living under the same roof? It's bad for business."

"If you're the bait, then that means.." Kurt trails off as he starts towards the window, and Blaine turns on Ryder.

"My belt, my belt, don't hit me," Ryder says, flinching backwards as Blaine unclips his belt.

Blaine flips it open, the locator beeping. "We have two minutes."

"One minute," Kurt corrects.

"We have to go, now," Blaine says, grabbing Kurt's hand and flinging open the side door that he knows leads to the next hotel room. "Come on."

They make their way quickly through each hotel room until they come to the front office. Blaine makes sure the coast is clear before smashing the back window and hoisting Kurt up so he can climb through. Blaine climbs through after him, and they both go for the nearest car and stumble into the backseat.

"My way out is a boat in the harbour," Kurt says softly.

Blaine turns his head to look at him. "Mine's a car off Highway 182. What's your point?"

"At least apart we know what the odds are," Kurt replies. "Let's just call this what it is.. and what it isn't."

"So our marriage is shit," Blaine whispers back. "I'm a mess and you're a disaster. We're both liars. But if you run, you'll always be running. I say we stay and fight. We take this thing to the end."

Kurt laughs quietly. "We're outnumbered by hundreds."

"We're also the best," Blaine replies easily.

Kurt licks his lips and ducks further down in the seat. "Let's do it."

They make their way into a mini-mall, abandoned as it's nighttime and they quickly change out of their clothes into suits. Kurt thinks he looks alright in his, but the way Blaine's hugs his body sends blood rushing in a whole different direction.

"You look good, Kurt Hummel," Blaine says, eyes wandering up and down Kurt's body.

Kurt blushes, can't help but feel a little bashful. "It's Kurt Anderson-Hummel, actually."

Blaine smiles wide and his eyes light up, and it's then that the Kurt nearly gets hit with a bullet.

The first round of assassins they take out are easy, young ones who have just been brought in to tire them out. Kurt doesn't feel bad as he fires, he knows it's either him and Blaine or them. He just got his husband back, he doesn't want to lose him again.

The next round is more difficult, and one manages to shoot Blaine in the arm. Kurt shoots the one that fired the bullet and takes out the three that come after him. He tears off the bottom of his shirt and wraps it above the wound to cut off the circulation.

"You okay?" Kurt asks as he reloads.

Blaine cocks his gun and gets to his feet. "If I say no, will you be my naughty nurse?"

"Blaine Devon Anderson, we could get killed any minute and that's what you choose to say to me?" Kurt squawks. "No tact."

"Look at yourself and then tell me I have no tact. As soon as we're done here, I'm going to show you exactly what I think of you," Blaine says.

Kurt rolls his eyes and begins firing again, both his guns held over Blaine's shoulders as Blaine shoots in the opposite direction on either side of his waist. They're chest to chest and Kurt would be lying if he said it isn't exhilarating watching Blaine's face as he shoots.

When there's finally no more bullets coming their way and all the helicopters that were hovering over the mall have disappeared, they fall into each other. Blaine's arms curl tightly around Kurt's waist and Kurt's fingers entangle into the back of Blaine's hair.

"I love you," Kurt whispers into the side of Blaine's neck. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

Blaine kisses Kurt softly on the lips and pulls back. "I love you, too."

"What are we going to do about the house?" Kurt asks as he brushes off his pants.

Blaine shrugs, tucking his gun back into its holster. "I've heard New York is always nice."

"I've always wanted to go to New York," Kurt replies, reaching for Blaine's hand. "Let's do it."

Kurt and Blaine sit opposite Emma, their fingers intertwined as they talk.

"So you're back on the path to a successful marriage," Emma says with a smile. "That must feel pretty good."

Blaine laughs and rubs his thumb over Kurt's knuckles. "We had our moments. I mean, there were times when I wanted to kill him, but you know, I just couldn't pull the trigger."

"Oh my god, Blaine," Kurt giggles, actually giggles because he can't help himself. He's stupidly in love with his husband.

"Well, that's good, right?" Emma asks, clearly oblivious to the alternate meaning to Blaine's words. "Being able to work through your issues is a great tool."

"Ask the sex question," Blaine suddenly says, and Kurt lets go of his hand to smack his arm and says, "Blaine!"

Emma flushes a soft pink, and stumbles over her next words. "I.. well, uh.."

Blaine grins and holds up both his hands.

Ten.