Kurt got home and was in full panic mode. He didn’t know what to do or who to talk to. He wanted to call Heidi but figured his phone was probably being monitored and if he was going to prison he wasn’t about to drag Heidi or the circle in to this mess. He must have screwed up somehow but the more he thought about it he just couldn’t figure out where he had gone wrong. Was it the pendant, the sapphire earrings, the sculpture – the possibilities were endless? Had he left his DNA behind? He practically wore a body condom but he might have left a hair or a fingerprint without realizing it. How long had he been on the FBI’s watch list? Did they follow him to Heidi’s house?

He was so exhausted he couldn’t think straight any longer due to the jetlag and his imminent arrest. He showered and crashed for 12 hours straight. Saturday morning he woke up and decided he needed to go in to work. He normally had weekends off but he decided that if he was going to prison he better get as many of his designs into production so that his customers still got the items they had purchased. Kurt was a designer that was in high demand which was great for his bank account but now he felt pressed for time.

He grabbed his phone off the charger and noticed that he had some missed calls and new text messages. He checked his voicemail and noticed that he had 5 messages from Blaine and one from his dad. He listened to his dad’s message and he hesitated a bit before he deleted Blaine’s before he was tempted to call him back. He did check his 4 text messages:

-Kurt please call me.

-I really need to talk to you.

-What happened? What did I do? I really want to see you

-Call me please…

Kurt really wanted to talk to Blaine. He had really liked him and knew that even though he had only known him for a few days he could have easily fallen in love with him. He was everything he wanted except for the whole “I’m going to arrest you vibe” he had going. Kurt just felt like staying in bed and crying or going home to see his dad and crying in his dad’s arms. However, he needed to man up and get to work. He knew that the risk of getting caught and the consequences for his actions were steep but he willingly did the crime so if he had to do the time then so be it. In theory that sounded good but really it just sucked. He didn’t think he could pull off the orange jumpsuit or whatever prison wear was in style this year.

He got to work and started scanning his designs into the computer. Kurt was good at his job and once he spoke with his clients he was able to translate their wants and wishes onto paper pretty quickly. Kurt was rarely wrong. His designs were exclusive and high-priced for a reason. He liked to sew the more challenging gowns himself but for the most part he had the seamstresses working on the gowns. He oversaw every step of a gown’s creation and after working all day Saturday and Sunday he was quite satisfied that all of his clients would get their gowns regardless of what cage he was locked up in.

His phone kept buzzing with text messages and voicemail messages. He returned the ones he needed to and deleted all of Blaine’s. He wasn’t about to make his case against him any easier.

xxxxxx

Blaine was going crazy. Kurt was not answering any of his calls or messages. He couldn’t figure out what went wrong. He was trained in reading people and the signs all pointed to the fact that Kurt wanted him just as much as he wanted Kurt. He looked at the clock and was surprised that it was almost midnight. He had to be at work early tomorrow morning since he had left early on Friday but decided that he was going to go see Kurt after work.

He got to work early the next morning and got right to work. He didn’t even notice when the others arrived. He kept checking his phone every 30 minutes hoping Kurt had either called or sent him a text. He growled and threw his phone on his desk in frustration. Not a single missed call or text.

“What’s wrong,” Blaine was startled to see that Wes was standing in front of him. “I was expecting you to come in to work all happy, chipper and relaxed after the weekend with Kurt. I thought for sure the flowers would at least get you a little something-something but you frankly, look like shit.”

Blaine opened his mouth but was interrupted, “Hold up before you start your sad story. Let me get David and Bob in here so you don’t have to repeat yourself.” Wes hollered for the other two men to join them. Blaine told them everything from the moment he arrived at the airport to the moment Kurt hopped into the taxi and drove away. “One minute he was wrapped around me in one of the hottest kisses I’ve ever experienced and the next he was gone!” exclaimed Blaine. “I don’t know what I did and now he won’t answer my calls or texts.”

“So everything was fine until you showed him your credentials,” asked David.

Blaine froze and scowled at his friend, “Yeah – why?”

“Sounds like maybe he has a reason to want to avoid the FBI’s attention,” Blaine hadn’t even realized that Bob was even following the story since he was hunched over his computer as usual.

“What do you mean?”

“Well it doesn’t take a genius to figure out it is either one of two options. He either has a criminal background or you are a crappy kisser. Do you want me to run a check on him?”

“No Bob. That would be illegal – remember? I will just have to ask him pointblank if he has a problem with the FBI.”

“That’s if he ever decides to take your calls,” mumbled Bob as he turned back to his monitor already forgetting the conversation.

“I was going to go to his apartment after work today to try and talk to him.”

“Do you know where he lives?” asked David looking at him suspiciously.

“Of course I do – now I gotta get to work.” Blaine couldn’t look at any of them as he headed back to his work area. He knew if they looked at him long enough they would know he had looked up Kurt’s address using the agency’s resources. No one bothered him the rest of the day – probably because he looked like he was about ready to cry or go ballistic if pushed too far and none of them wanted to be at the receiving end of tears or bullets so they left him alone. As soon as Blaine was done for the day he left without a word.

As soon as Blaine left the office Wes signaled David and they both proceeded to Bob’s workstation. “What did you find out?” They asked in unison.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t fuck with us Bob. I know for a fact that you were already running the name through the database before you even asked Blaine if he wanted you to run it so give it up,” snarled Wes.

“Shit – no wonder you always get people to confess. You fucking growled at me dude.” Bob pulled out a folder from his desk and took the computer printout and handed a copy to Wes and David.

“Boy’s got money….shitloads of money. At lease we know he isn’t a gold digger like that one guy who was hanging around Blaine when he found out he was one of those “Andersons” and decided he wanted the sweet life. It took us 6 months to pry him off of Blaine.”

“Yeah, I saw that and ran his financials – it’s all on the up and up. The money is payroll stuff – all legit.”

“How can someone who makes dresses make 10 times more money than I do?” asked a shocked David.

“It’s called being a designer. Next time you see your mom ask her how much she paid for your sister’s wedding dress and that wasn’t even designed by an exclusive designer like Kurt,” said Wes shaking his head as he continued to read. “He has an apartment in a ritzy building – pretty much all paid for. Graduated top of his class, lived overseas for a few years, highly successful in business. Travels a lot but it is all business related.”

“No criminal record, no tickets, no lawsuits – looks like our boy is clean.”

“I wonder if there is anything funny about his family….,” he stopped talking as Bob handing him another printout. This one listed Kurt’s parents and step-brother. “Hmm parents are clean but the brother had a minor issue with the law in high school…”

“Yeah, I dug around when I noticed that. It seems he got charged with nailing lawn furniture to someone’s roof but then when I cross-referenced the address the dumbass nailed lawn furniture to his own house so not sure what was going on there,” remarked Bob.

“He checks out. So why did he freak out when he saw Blaine’s credentials?” they wondered.

“Huh, well maybe Blaine sucks in the kissing department and Kurt finally realized it – Blaine did say they were kissing one minute and he was gone the next. Maybe it wasn’t about the FBI thing at all,” said Bob as the other boys slowly nodded.

xxxxxx

Blaine was surprised to see the building Kurt lived in. Blaine had been shopping around for an apartment and knew that this was a pricey building before he even walked into the lobby. He approached the doorman standing behind the counter. “Good Evening, I am here to visit a friend. Could you please tell me what apartment Mr. Kurt Hummel lives in?”

“I’m sorry sir; our policy is not to give out any personal information regarding our tenants.”

“I’m a very good friend of Kurt’s I’m sure there would no problem with you buzzing me in and letting me know which apartment he lives in.” Blaine tried to look as friendly as he could but the doorman was not impressed.

“You must not be a very good friend if you don’t know where your friend lives,” he remarked.

Blaine was not about to come this close and have to leave without seeing Kurt. He pulled out his credentials and asked, “Can you please tell me which apartment belongs to Mr. Kurt Hummel?”

“Are you here on official business?”

“Yes – no…”

“Well sir, since you are not sure why you are here and unless you have a warrant which gives you access to private information I must ask you to please leave the premises.”

Blaine knew when he was beaten. He turned and stalked out of the building. The doorman picked up the phone and dialed a number and waited for an answer. “Good Evening Mr. Hummel, this is Joseph at the Reception Desk.”

“Good Evening Joseph. I didn’t see you when I got home. How are you and your lovely wife?”

“We are doing well, Mr. Hummel. The missus wants me to thank you for the bottles of German wine you had shipped to our home. That brand is her favorite. I called to let you know that you had a visitor this evening but the young man did not know which apartment you lived in even though he claimed to be a friend. He insisted I give him this information and even flashed his FBI badge.” Joseph heard the light gasp over the phone and hurried to reassure Kurt, “he didn’t have a warrant or anything official so he left quite unhappily I might add. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Thank you Joseph. I’m glad to see that no one can just wander around the building,” after a few minutes of asking about the grandkids Kurt hung up the phone and slowly slid to the floor. His legs had given up on him. Blaine was definitely persistent. How Kurt wished things had been different. If Blaine had really been just a dreamboat anxious to get in his pants instead of trying to lock him up in a cage Kurt would have run downstairs himself and dragged him straight to his bedroom. Unfortunately, this was not the case. He had to just stay away from Blaine at all costs. He was terrified that he would give something away and incriminate himself. He quickly got his phone and sent Blaine a text message.

-Blaine I realized after we kissed that there was just nothing there. Please stop trying to contact me. I hope you will respect my wishes and leave me alone. –Kurt

Blaine’s response was instantaneous.

-You are wrong. There is something special between us. I felt it in the way you kissed me. You want me as much as I want you - please just talk to me.

Kurt turned off his phone and got ready for bed. His dreams were full of Blaine and when he woke up he could still feel, taste, smell and sense Blaine all around him. He sighed and jumped in the shower.

xxxxxx

Blaine got to work early the next morning. He was still surprised at how protective the doorman had been. He was going to call his real estate lady later on today and ask her if there were any apartments available in the same building. Hell, if an FBI agent couldn’t get in then that was a safe place to live he thought laughing at himself.

“Don’t . ASK.”

Wes just quirked an eyebrow at Blaine and decided he should not ask him how it went last night. From the looks of it he figured either Blaine didn’t get to talk to Kurt or he did and nothing had changed. He let it go for now and made sure David and Bob didn’t inquire about Kurt. Besides they had some interviews to do today and he didn’t want to add to Blaine’s stress level.

Blaine kept reading the text message Kurt had sent him and instinctively knew that Kurt was lying to him. The minute the credentials came out was the minute he had lost Kurt. He had been so hung up on trying to get Kurt to talk to him that he had totally forgotten about that part. His training kicked it and he sat down and tried to think about what happened clinically without all his emotions getting in the way. After a while he walked over to Bob’s workstation and sat down. He knew better than to interrupt Bob when he was typing and so he waited.

“Yes?”

“Is there a way to run a check on someone without anyone knowing you were in the system?”

“Not unless you are me,” Blaine knew Bob wasn’t exaggerating of flaunting his mad skills. He was just stating the obvious.

“I want to ask you a personal favor but I don’t want you to do it unless you want to – don’t feel pressured to it since it could get you in trouble if you get caught.”

“You want me to run a check on your boyfriend?”

“He is not my boyfriend and yes, I want you to run a full check on him and his financials.”

“Ok,” Bob didn’t even hesitate. “Check with me in about a half hour and I should have everything you need.”

“Just like that – no questions - no having to think it over?”

“Nope you asked for a favor and a favor you shall receive.”

“Thanks Bob. I’m going to grab some lunch do you want me to bring you back something from the Deli down the street?”

“One of those Italian Subs would hit the spot.”

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he said as he grabbed his phone and grabbed the elevator. Wes waited for Blaine to get on the elevator before he booked it over to Bob’s desk.

“Did he ask you to run him?”

“Yep.”

“Did you tell him you already had all the information?”

“Hell no – then I would have to admit to running a check on his boyfriend. I’m oblivious to the social mores of society not totally stupid. This way it is his idea and he has to bear the responsibility of asking for the information himself in case it comes back to bite him on the ass. Plus I got lunch out of it so I’m good.” Wes had to admire Bob.

Blaine killed time eating his sub slowly. He wanted to give Bob plenty of time to run the background check on Kurt. He felt bad violating Kurt’s trust this way but something was niggling at the back of his mind. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but eventually it would come to him. Did Kurt have a criminal record? Is that why he freaked out and took off? Blaine knew Kurt traveled for his business but he wasn’t sure what Kurt did for a living. Blaine wanted a look at Kurt’s travels – there were plenty of people who hid behind legitimate business while they were running criminal empires. He couldn’t picture Kurt being a criminal but Ted Bundy was such a nice guy that no one pictured him as a serial killer either. Blaine really, really hoped Kurt was not a criminal – that would really put a crimp on their budding relationship! He hurried back to the office anxious to see what Bob had discovered. If there was anything criminal in his past Bob would find it. Bob was so good at his job that he could find out the exact time and date a perp lost their virginity!

Bob had a red folder sitting on his desk with Blaine’s name on it. He handed it to him as he reached for his lunch. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Let me know if you need me to dig deeper in any other direction but most of what you asked for is there.” Blaine went back to his desk to read the file.

Two hours later, Blaine finished reading. He was relieved that Kurt had no criminal record and he was amazed at how much money Kurt had amassed at such a young age. He was at a loss. He was certain Kurt had fled because of some type of criminal behavior but his file was pretty thorough and nothing set off any red flags. The only weird thing was something with his step-brother Finn. He had met Finn and he seemed okay so he wasn’t sure what that whole nailing the lawn furniture on top of his own house was all about or the fact that he was charged with being a nuisance. He would have to ask Kurt about that later – no he thought – because then Kurt would know Blaine had him checked out. He decided he was going to stop by Kurt’s apartment one more time to see if he could get by that doorman because he really needed to talk to Kurt. He had never felt like this before about anyone and he was eager to explore a relationship with Kurt but he also couldn’t keep stalking the guy. After all, NO did mean NO so he decided to see Kurt one last time. He needed to hear Kurt tell him to leave him alone face to face. If he did well then he would leave the man in peace.

He made it over to Kurt’s building and peeked in the door before he walked into the lobby. The doorman was a different one this time. He walked in and decided he was going to play the tough FBI agent instead of the friend routine.

“Good Evening sir, how may I help you?”

“My name is Agent Anderson and I am here to interview a,” he took out his notebook pretending to check his notes, “Mr. Kurt Hummel. It seems his office was broken into and some items were stolen. I am doing a follow up interview with Mr. Hummel. Could you please tell me what apartment he lives in? I must have forgotten to write down the apartment number when I wrote down his address.”

“May I see your badge, sir?”

Blaine took out his credentials and showed them to the doorman. “I’m glad to see you are taking the necessary precaution of checking my credentials. I will make sure to let the manager of this building know you are taking your job seriously.”

“Thank you, sir. Mr. Hummel lives in apartment 23B. It is located on the 23 floor. Take the second elevator and turn right when you get off. Would you like me to phone ahead?”

“That won’t be necessary. He is expecting me. Thank you,” Blaine had to control the impulse to smile in front of the doorman so he quickly walked to the elevator. Once he was in the elevator he started dancing around until he realized he wasn’t even sure if Kurt was home. He walked up to Kurt’s door and knocked. He covered the peephole so that Kurt could not see who was at the door. He wanted to make sure Kurt couldn’t see him. He totally wanted to take him by surprise. He heard the lock being turned and the door swung open. “Hi Kurt,” he saw Kurt’s eyes widen in surprised and before he could shut the door on his face he walked into his apartment.

“Blaine, what are you doing here? How did you get into the building?”

“Just hear me out and if after I’ve said my piece if you still want me to leave I will walk out of your life forever.”

“I want you to leave. I don’t have anything to discuss with you. I think my text pretty much covered it.‘"

"Why? I don't understand, Kurt. What did I do wrong? Whatever I did, I'm sorry."

Kurt's eyes flashed with a mixture of confusion and longing. Why was Blaine dragging this out? Why didn't he just arrest him?

"Please, Kurt. I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I know we haven't known each other long, but I really like you and I would love to get to know you better if you would just give me the chance."

Kurt's chest felt tight. Why did Blaine have to look so damn good? His hazel eyes were so pretty and full of...of what? Sincerity? A button had come loose on his shirt giving Kurt the slightest peek of what he was sure was an amazing chest. A few curls had escaped his tightly gelled hair and were dangling across his forehead and temples. He looked so incredibly sexy.

Don't be stupid. Of course he looks sexy. That's a part of the plan. That's the trap.

Kurt walked to the door.

"Leave. Now."

"Kurt..."

"No! Just...go! Get out!"

Blaine looked at him. Why did he look so scared? Scared and...something else. Something Blaine's trained eye couldn't quite decipher.

He wasn't leaving until he figured out what it was.

"No."

"What?"

"No. I'm not leaving."

Kurt opened the door. "Get out!"

Blaine slowly walked towards him. "No."

Kurt's heart raced as his breathing quickened.

"Blaine...leave."

"No." Blaine was standing right in front of him, his eyes boring into his, dark and unflinching.

Kurt's voice lost its demand as he found himself getting lost in Blaine's eyes.

"Blaine..."

In one swift move learned from years of FBI training, Blaine slammed the door and pushed Kurt against it, pinning his hands above his head. His voice was low and sexy.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you insist on running from me."

Kurt struggled to think straight as he stared into Blaine's eyes. Eyes filled with lust and longing. Blaine pressed in closer and Kurt could feel him, hard and strong against his thigh. The touch sent shock waves through Kurt's body and he felt himself harden. Dammit.

His reaction was not missed by Blaine.

"Blaine...please..."

"Tell me you really want me to go and I'll go."

"I...Blaine..."

Blaine kissed him. His lips were soft and moist, his tongue pressing urgently against Kurt's mouth.

Kurt gave in. His entire body relaxed as he opened his mouth and accepted Blaine's tongue. Their kissing grew feverish and desperate. Blaine pressed his body into Kurt's and the deep moan Kurt released pushed Blaine closer to the edge. He slowly ran his hands down Kurt's back to linger at his waist for a moment before pulling Kurt closer. Then he slowly edged his hands down and squeezed Kurt's ass.

Kurt pressed his hands against Blaine's chest and started pushing him backwards towards the bedroom. Blaine moved from Kurt's mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking the smooth skin. They stumbled and almost fell as Blaine continued walking backwards and Kurt kept closing his eyes as he melted under Blaine's touch.

Once they hit the bedroom, Kurt started unbuttoning Blaine's shirt. As a designer, Kurt held a deep respect for clothes, so he gasped when Blaine stepped back just enough to tear his shirt off, sending buttons flying everywhere. Kurt had a moment of panic when Blaine's hands moved towards his shirt, but Blaine quickly worked the buttons loose and gently slid it down Kurt's shoulders. He tossed it lightly on to a chair. He gently pulled up Kurt's undershirt and also tossed it to the chair. Then his mouth was back on Kurt's, his kisses hot and firm as his fingers pulled at Kurt's zipper. Kurt knew there was no way Blaine would ever get his pants off, so he pulled away and pushed Blaine back. Blaine watched as Kurt slowly worked his pants down. He quickly pulled off his own pants and then reached for Kurt in an almost desperate motion.

Their mouths met again, still hot and needy. Blaine fell back on to the bed, pulling Kurt down on top of him. He wrapped his arms around him and intertwined their legs before rolling them over.

Blaine sat for a moment, straddling Kurt and staring into his eyes. He was pleased to see the fear was gone, replaced by desire and...resignation?

"Kurt...do you want to stop?"

Kurt trembled slightly and shook his head. No, of course he didn't want him to stop. If he was going to jail tomorrow, he might as well have one last night of sexual pleasure with a sexy, hot guy. A guy he really wanted. Wanted on so many levels and in so many ways.

Kurt slowly blinked and the resignation disappeared, replaced by pure passion and desire.

"Please...take me."

The wanton desire and slightly desperate tone of Kurt's voice pushed Blaine past his final wall of restraint. He crashed his mouth into Kurt's, dipping his hips down at the same time to bring their cocks together. Kurt groaned loudly and clawed at Blaine's back as Blaine kept rubbing them together through the thin layers of their boxers.

"Blaine...please...more..."

Blaine desperately kissed his way down Kurt's chest, murmuring against his skin. "So beautiful. You're so beautiful, Kurt." He hesitated when he reached Kurt's waist, but Kurt lifted his hips up and Blaine slid off his boxers. He inhaled deeply as he stared at Kurt's cock. It was longer and larger than he had imagined for someone as slight as Kurt. It was hard and twitching slightly as it curved towards Kurt's belly. He watched a silver bead of precum appear at the tip before leaning down to swallow it whole.

Kurt cried out and arched his hips. Blaine started sucking eagerly, moving up and down in a smooth motion. Kurt's head rolled back and forth on his pillow as his fingers grabbed at Blaine's hair, not caring about the gel. He gripped his hair tightly and pushed Blaine's head down as he arched his hips up at the same time. Blaine almost choked but adjusted and kept sucking. Kurt was growing louder, his cries deep and hungry. Blaine tried to pull off, but Kurt was gripping his hair tightly, keeping him in place.

Blaine took his finger and pressed firmly at the entrance of Kurt's hole.

Kurt gasped and his hands fell away from Blaine's hair. Blaine released his cock and looked up at Kurt.

"Do you have..."

Kurt was already reaching over and opening his nightstand to retrieve lube and a condom. Blaine scooted backwards off the bed, quickly removed his boxers and tore open the condom with his teeth. Kurt stared at Blaine's cock with both longing and fear. It had been a long time.

Condom in place, Blaine climbed back on top of Kurt and grabbed the bottle of lube. He quickly covered his cock and poured some on his fingers. Kurt reached for his arm.

"I...its been a while. Can you..." He faltered feeling a bit embarrassed, but Blaine smiled and nodded.

"I'll go slow."

Blaine poured extra lube on to his cock and more on to his fingers. As badly as he wanted him, he also wanted to do this right. It had taken a lot to get to this point. He didn't want to screw up. He focused on Kurt's eyes as he slowly pressed his finger in. Kurt gasped a little but spread his legs further apart, a move that made Blaine's cock harden more than he thought possible. Once his finger was all the way in, he slowly added another. Kurt groaned and pushed against his fingers. Blaine took this as a good sign, so he added one more. He started stretching Kurt, turning and twisting his fingers. When he hit the right spot, Kurt practically sat straight up in bed.

"Please...please, Blaine. More. You. I want you."

Blaine slid his fingers out and shifted to line up his cock with Kurt's entrance. Kurt spread his legs as wide as possible and Blaine lost it.

He pushed in slightly faster and harder than he meant to, but he couldn't help it. Kurt was breathing rapidly, his beautiful skin glowing and the way he spread his legs...It was so gorgeous. So gorgeous it made Blaine want to touch every inch of him. To take him and claim him as his own.

The quick movement surprised Kurt, causing him to squeal, but it was immediately followed by a lustful groan as Blaine's throbbing cock reached that perfect place. Blaine started moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to the edge as Kurt moaned and scratched and clawed at him.

"Yes, Blaine. Yes...oh...yes. Please...more..."

Blaine sped up and was sliding faster and harder, propelled by the delicious sounds Kurt was making underneath him. Kurt started stroking himself in time to Blaine's thrusts. It wasn't going to take much. The feel of Blaine and the look of Blaine, eyes closed, slow rivers of sweat trickling down his face, lips slightly parted. No, it wouldn't take much.

One

Two

Three

And they were both coming, screaming each other’s name. Kurt was lost to the incredible sensations in his ass as Blaine's cock seemed to vibrate inside him. The vibrations combined with his hand around his own cock was perfect.

Blaine's system was overloaded by the tight, hot feel of Kurt's ass, clinching around him.
The sensations coupled with Kurt's moans and pleas made him come hard and loud as he screamed Kurt's name.

Their orgasms left them intoxicated and drained. Blaine slowly pulled out and quickly removed the condom. He tied the top and then looked around until he spotted a garbage can. He was about to toss it when Kurt held out a handful of tissues.

"Here...just...put it here."

Blaine obliged and Kurt took the ball of tissues and dropped it on the floor by the bed. He grabbed a few more to clean off his chest.

They shifted until they were spooning. Blaine was pressed against Kurt, his back to Kurt's chest. Kurt wrapped his arms around him and draped his legs over Blaine's.

They lay in silence.

Before drifting off to sleep, Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear.

"You can arrest me in the morning."

Blaine was already asleep.