Shoot to Kill - Blaine's POV

Chapter 13

Blaine let out a deep breath as he sat down on the top step of the porch, his hands shaking at his side. For a second, he was alone and breathing. And then the door opened and when he turned around, expecting to see Kurt, he was surprised to see Sam standing at the door. Sam shut the door behind him and moved to sit beside Blaine on the porch, a good bit of distance between them.

"Do you really think it could be your father or one of his parents that put this hit on you Blaine?" He wanted to say no. He wanted to say that his family would never do anything like that, not to him or to anyone. Yet there was still a little seed of doubt in the back of his head saying that it could be possible.

"Maybe. They have the money. And everyone knows just how unhappy they have been with me recently. At the same time though, I don't want to think that they could do that. That they could put a hit out on me." Sam nodded, staring out at the road and the other houses in the neighborhood.

"If there is anything I've learned from this business is that no one is immune to cruelty. If you told me in highschool that I would have worked alongside Kurt Hummel as a hitman, I probably would have laughed in your face and had you committed. Me, the geeky highschool football player that quoted movies, talked in accents and actually went out of my way to learn Na'vi... the language from Avatar? Nevermind. And Kurt? The glee club diva that could hit notes that most females only dream of, that was bullied every day by our peers and never even seemed to raise his voice? We would become assassins? It's like the plot for a rejected daytime movie."

Blaine tilted his head to look at Sam more fully, eyes tracing over the scars that he could see and imagining the way that they had been given to him. And then he decided that it was not something he wanted to imagine.

"But you don't seem like cold hearted killers. You just seem like normal guys that had a job... killing people." Sam laughed at that, his face brightening as he did so.

"Which proves my point. Just because someone is nice to you doesn't mean that, inwardly, they aren't plotting your death." Blaine nodded, resting his head on his hands.

"What if it isn't them though?" Sam shrugged, standing up as he did so.

"There is one way to find out. Show up on their door step and see if they look surprised. Kidding of course. That would be stupid. But really, it's just going to be a game of chance until we can figure something out. But don't worry Blaine, we will figure something out. I promise."

Blaine stood up as well, dusting off his pajama pants as he did so. He felt that he should be embarrassed about being out here with Sam after what he had walked in on not too long ago, but he couldn't find it in him to care. If it didn't bother him, it wouldn't bother Blaine.

"I guess I'll... talk to Kurt. See what he wants to do." Sam nodded and opened the front door, peering in for a moment before turning back to Blaine.

"I'm only going to say this once because I'm a friend of Kurt's and I feel like someone needs to give you this talk. I won't say that you shouldn't start anything with him because after what I just saw, I'm pretty sure I'm a little late. But you need to think about what this is doing to Kurt too. However difficult this is for you, I can promise you it is a thousand times worse for him."

And then Sam stepped into the house, leaving Blaine on the porch by himself for a few more moments. After gathering his wits about him, he made his way into the house and the room he shared with Kurt. They needed to talk.

Chapter 19

When Kurt stepped out of the motel room, Blaine lifted his hand to peer at the door. He didn't know if he should follow Kurt, or if he wanted to have alone time. He didn't know why he felt as if he was part of the reason he wanted alone time. His stomach was in knots and it literally felt like nothing was making sense.

His mind was on Kurt and what this meant, for him and for them. The hit was off so he was free to go back to New York, but was that what he wanted? He wanted to be wherever Kurt was, did Kurt feel the same? He knew that the feelings between them were definitely more than just lust and affection. He loved Kurt and was at least 89% sure that Kurt loved him too. Would that be enough?

"Anderson, seriously. You're thinking so loud that I'm getting a headache. Turn on the tv, do pushups, read a magazine, I don't care. Just tone it down a bit, will ya?" Blaine sat up, nodding to Sam even though the man had his back turned, moving to the edge of the bed he was perched on to turn on the television.

Blaine still wasn't sure how he felt about Sam. He trusted him, because he had definitely proved his worth, but he knew he had baggage and definitely had two different sides of him. Sometimes Sam was carefree and joking, cutting the tension they had been surrounded by easily. However the rest of the time, Sam was rigged and cold and he had a habit of snapping. He wasn't really sure which way he was supposed to take the comment either, if Sam was joking or not, so he simply immersed himself in trying to find a channel that had something on it more than static.

The gameshow he landed on might not have been in English, but he watched it anyways. The picture was a little more than fuzzy and the volume would fluxuate without Blaine even touching the controls, but it was as good as he was going to get in there.

He wasn't sure how long he watched the gameshow, although he was fairly certain it had gone through a few episodes before he snapped out of his trance. Sam was now leaning back on his own bed, arms crossed over his chest and staring at the wall ahead of him.

"Kurt's been gone for a while." It was just an observation, but it caused Sam to sit up and glance from the clock on the dresser to the door.

"Not long enough to worry." Blaine nodded, scooting back after he turned off the television, and crossing his legs on the bed. Sam had ridden with Kurt from St. Louis, maybe he would know what Kurt was thinking in regards to them... but he couldn't ask Sam to break Kurt's trust like that.

"You're doing it again." Blaine glanced over at Sam who was checking something on his laptop.

"Doing what?" Shrugging, Sam slipped off of his bed and moved to the bed where Blaine was perched, flopping down infront of him.

"Thinking too loudly. Care to share?" Blaine glanced at the door, almost like he expected Kurt to waltz through. The light was dimmed from the blinds, meaning the sun had started to fall.

"I'm just thinking about Kurt."

Sam laughed, sitting up and holding his hands out as if to defend himself.

"Hey now, Kurt's my friend but I really don't wanna have to listen to you wax poetic over him." Blaine laughed as well, loud and almost too hard considering how long it had been since he had really laughed.

"No, nothing like that. I'm just not 100% sure where I stand with him, you know? The hit is off and now we're both free to go and I just don't know what's coming next." Nodding, Sam leaned forward so that he could make direct eye contact with Blaine. It was unnerving for him because he was trying hard not to focus on the scars, but they were there and a deep reminder what could have happened.

"I am going to ask you two questions and I won't you to answer them completely honestly. What would happen if Kurt told you that he wanted to stay with you, come hell and high water?"

Blaine thought about it for a moment, rolling around exactly what that meant. They had touched on the fact that they had started a relationship, but things were moving so fast and in so many strange directions that... Blaine would want the time to do it right. Part of him, the part that didn't want to jump Kurt's bones every second of the day, was really old fashioned.

"I would be ecstatic. I want to be with him." Sam nodded and leaned back a little as he posed the next question.

"And if he decides he doesn't want to be with you?" It would hurt. In fact, Blaine was pretty sure that would be more painful than was probably safe to admit.

"I don't know. If I thought I could change his mind, I would fight for him. If I thought it was what he really wanted, I'd let him go."

Sam regarded him in silence for a while after that, staring him down as if waiting for him to flinch. However Blaine had enough practice with this, seeing as how his dad gave him similiar looks throughout most of his teen years, so he just kept eye contact and waited for the verdict.

"I can't tell you what he'll pick because I can't begin to imagine how that mind of his works. But I can tell you that he cares about you, that he's crazy about you."

It was exactly what Blaine didn't know he needed to hear. The smile that came over his face however disappeared as the motel room door flew open, Kurt almost falling in and slamming the door behind him. Blaine flew from the bed, a few feet away from where Kurt was standing.

"What's going on? Are you... is that blood?" Blaine stepped forward, trying to figure out what was going on, but the door flew open again, knocking into to Kurt and making him fall. The man there tall and built, a little dirty and holding a gun. He pointed the gun at Blaine first, then Sam on the bed, and then down to Kurt on the floor. He was grinning, a cold mockery of an actual smile, and Blaine moved without thinking.

His body barrelled into the man and knocked him sideways. When he hit the ground, Blaine scrambled backwards so that he would not be involved in the fight. Not that he couldn't hold his own in a normal fight, but something told him it would just be pointless to interfere. This was proved correctly as Kurt kicked the man in the face and Sam used the gun he had been pointing at them to hit him in the head twice to knock him out.

"Fuck." Blaine's attention snapped from the lump of a man on the floor to Kurt, struggling to upright himself. Sam was the first to gather his wits about him.

"What the fuck happened?" They helped Kurt to stand, careful of the blood soaking his arm. Blaine couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the area he could see, blood drenching the shirt sleeve, pooling into the crease of his elbow.

"I got shot with my own gun, that's what the fuck happened. Sam, shit, that fucking hurt by the way." Sam nodded and partially dragged him into the bathroom, dumping him on the floor of the shower. Blaine watched from the door, looking at the man and then into bathroom, and then down to the blood on his hands. He could hear Kurt saying something, maybe his name, but he was so focused on the red staining his hands that he missed it.

Suddenly there was a pain across his cheek. His face swung back, staring wide eyed at Sam infront of him. The door to the bathroom was closed and Sam had slapped Blaine, grabbing the sheet from the bed after he did so.

"Now that you've back with the living, help me tear this apart so we can restrain this guy." Blaine did as he was told, glancing from the unconscious man to Sam who seemed not to want to touch him. He was actually doing his best not even to look at the guy.

"What's..." Blaine couldn't really figure out what he was asking, but Sam seemed to know.

"I need to take care of Kurt's arm. You stand here, watch this guy. If he starts to wake up, hollar for me. If someone comes to the door, keep them out. I don't care what you have to tell them, just keep them out." Blaine nodded, peering out of the blinds as he did so. Sam had turned to go back to the bathroom but stopped halfway.

"This is going to hurt him a lot, he's going to be screaming."

Blaine was grateful for Sam warning him, especially as the screaming started a few moments later. It was muffled, not just by the door but probably by a washcloth or something. Blaine held his breath, counting down from 100 and then back up. He had to stay focused, stay alert, and stay strong. He had to.

A/N: These are the two main drabbles that I wrote from Blaine's POV. I had one from Sam's but it was on my iPod and it got deleted. I might write it again if I can motivate myself in that direction.

These are just two little insights into Blaine's mind from the story. However, the sequel will flipflop from Kurt and Blaine's points of view, so that will be interesting.

As it is, I'm going to finally be classifying Shoot to Kill as a completed work. Thank you all for staying with me for this adventure and I hope you'll be there for the next one.

All my love,
JM!