Chapter Six

"How can we be friends anymore?!" Kurt exclaimed dramatically and without any real menace behind it. "It's iconic!"

"Aaah, but so is Harry Potter," Blaine answered casually placing his hand over the bill that had been placed on their table. He took his wallet out and slipped his card inside without any hesitation and before Kurt could even offer to go halves.

Kurt took a gentle sip of wine and decided to continue as if he hadn't noticed. "Bridgett Jones is the quintessential embodiment of everything uncouth and inelegant that the English pretend to find horrific but secretly adore, well, in her anyway. And 'Sliding Doors', Blaine? That's it!" Kurt slammed his hand on the table and the waiter raised a wary eye as he came to collect the bill. "No more tour guiding, sightseeing adventures for you, Blaine, tomorrow night we're watching one of those movies at my place!"

"Oh! What is this?" Blaine asked with mock aghast. "You're actually venturing to change your usual work-filled Sunday plans to do something fun?"

Kurt blushed but he crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes, I am, because for someone who knows every last inch of this city, you, Mr. Blaine…"

"Anderson," Blaine provided.

"You, Mr. Blaine Anderson know very little about England's most popular movies. Shame on you!" Kurt continued playfully. "You work in the performing arts industry!"

"Aah, yes," Blaine said with a smile as he lifted his glass to polish the rest of his wine off. "But in case you have forgotten, my main focus has been the stage but," Blaine pretended to sigh, "since you're being so persuasive, I guess I'm just going to have watch them with you then."

Kurt smiled in victory but in all honesty, he hadn't been able to keep a smile off his face the entire evening. Blaine had taken him to an upscale Indian restaurant tucked away at the end of a cobbled street, not too far from the theatre district. They had dined in the open making the most of the last remnants that summer had to offer, so engrossed in each other's company and conversation they hadn't made it to the bar to listen to the live music that Blaine had spoken so enthusiastically about. It had been perfect, the perfect date. And then Blaine had gone and paid for the bill, all signs to Kurt that this was an actual, one hundred percent date.

"Come on," Blaine said all of a sudden, leaning over the table. "I think they're ready to kick us out."

Kurt flicked his head around the restaurant and was surprised to see that time had certainly gotten away from them. They were the last table. The restaurant lights had been dimmed so dark it was unmistakeably not for ambience, and the two sole waiters left were eyeing them impatiently from behind the bar. Kurt gazed at the outstretched hand Blaine was holding towards him and smiled shyly.

A gentle wind blew twisting and wrapping around their bodies as they came to a stop outside the restaurant. They stared awkwardly at each other, neither wanting the night to end.

"Well, I guess I'd better get you to the Tube," Blaine said, his gaze finally going past Kurt and down the street.

"I guess you had," Kurt responded his heart pounding.

They were standing so close and if Kurt leaned in just a little closer and kissed Blaine and if he returned the gesture, Kurt believed his heart would explode. He tried to gauge the response he would get from Blaine. Kurt couldn't read everything that he saw dancing in Blaine's eyes but he could see that there was a mixture of longing and turmoil. Well, he had been successful in persuading Blaine to meet him the very next day to watch a movie, maybe he could persuade him that moving their friendship out of a platonic zone was also a good idea. "I had a great time tonight," Kurt said softly shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

Blaine didn't answer but he didn't move away either.

Kurt was going to take a chance.

It was now or never. He'd be a fool not to after such a lovely evening.

He leaned forward and parted his lips.

Blaine's hand instantly came up to Kurt's chest and Kurt's eyes flashed open in humiliated surprise.

"I'm so sorry. I, I…. " Kurt stammered. "I have to go!" He spun on heels ready to flee. The humiliation and shame of rejection, it was mortifying but Blaine grasped Kurt's hand and pulled him back.

"I really like spending time with you, Kurt," he said quickly. "But, I just can't." It wasn't a good explanation and Blaine knew it. As if to make up for it, Blaine leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Kurt's cheek. From a distance it would have looked friendly, if he hadn't lingered after his lips had left Kurt's skin.

Kurt gasped in a breath.

"Please don't take my rejection as any indication that you did something wrong or that I have no interest in you," Blaine continued softly, still standing so close that Kurt could feel the warmth of his breath. "That wouldn't be more further from the truth if you tried." He pulled back and his eyes locked with Kurt's and then, as if nothing had happened, Blaine began speaking animatedly. "I can't wait to see these two movies tomorrow?"

Dumbstruck, Kurt blinked his eyes, his brain trying to process everything that had just happened. "Sure, sure," he mumbled, confused and still reeling from the embarrassment of having his kiss rejected. He nodded slowly, "Okay, Blaine, tomorrow at seven?"

"Sounds fantastic! Come on," Blaine said offering his arm so Kurt could loop it through. "I'll walk you to the Tube."

They were silent as they walked. Kurt with his eyes down deep in thought still unsure of what had just happened. Maybe he was reading too much into Blaine's attention for him. After all, he didn't know Blaine that well. Maybe Blaine's rejection really didn't have anything to do with him. Maybe Blaine was coming off the back of a bad relationship and needed time. Maybe he was recovering from a broken heart. Kurt liked this idea much better than any of the other pessimistic thoughts running through his head that consisted of him thinking that he was too drab and boring for Blaine. His body instinctively drew closer as they walked and the feel of Blaine's lips on his cheek and the way he had lingered close, returned.

"Oh dear," Blaine suddenly spoke knocking Kurt out of his thoughts.

"What's wrong?" he asked lifting his head quickly.

"It looks like we might have talked for too long over dinner," Blaine said nodding his head in the direction of the Tube where the gates were already shut. He glanced at his watch. "It's gone midnight already." He turned to Kurt who was staring at the dark station before them. "I'm sorry, I completely lost track of time," Blaine told him.

"It's alright," Kurt shrugged and he turned to the curb to look up and down the street searching for a cab. "I'll just get a black cab."

"Kurt," Blaine said softly. "That'll cost you an arm and a leg."

"Well, I don't really have another option do I?" Kurt laughed trying to make light of the situation. But inside he was fuming at how much the cab was going to cost him. Oh well, he wouldn't be doing anything special for the next week.

A sigh escaped his lips. Now that he wanted a cab, the street was empty of them. He pulled out his phone, ready to call and book one instead. He might have to wait awhile on a Saturday night.

"Kurt," Blaine placed his hand on his shoulder. "I don't want to sound too weird but my apartment is not too far from here. Why don't you just stay at my place tonight?"

Kurt fumbled with his phone. "What?"

He stared at Blaine blankly. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he had been rejected enough times in the past but here was a man who had just rejected him and was now inviting him into his home, to stay the night. It didn't make sense.

"I've got a spare bedroom."

Oh, Kurt's face fell in disappointment. He turned away quickly and hoped that Blaine hadn't witnessed it. Unfortunately, when Kurt gave Blaine a quick glance, a playful amused smile was on his face.

"Come on, Kurt. It's a spare bed that I'm offering, although I'm very flattered by all your attention."

Kurt's face turned crimson. "I'm such an idiot," he muttered.

Blaine laughed, "I think you're adorable. Come on."

Blaine's apartment was on the third floor of a line of terraced buildings, and just like any other London apartment, it was small but cosy managing to fit in every single item of modern day living into its confined space.

"I'll give you the grand tour," Blaine joked easing Kurt's jacket off of his shoulders at the front door.

Kurt smiled nervously and followed Blaine across the living area towards the kitchen. Blaine pointed out the spare room and on the other side, his bedroom. The spare bedroom was small, but the bed looked comfortable. He also tried to get a casual peak inside Blaine's room, but Blaine walked past the entrance too fast and Kurt didn't want to be too obvious or too desperate.

"So, it's just me that's here," Blaine explained handing Kurt a beer from the fridge. "The bathroom is just through here," he pointed again towards another area of the apartment."

"It's lovely," Kurt told him.

Blaine shrugged. "It serves its purpose."

They stood for a second each taking an awkward sip from their beers.

"Thanks for this," Kurt said again and Blaine laughed.

"Don't mention it. Come on, we can watch some TV for a while."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically and an image of the two of them curled up on the couch together flashed before his eyes. He could only wish.
They enjoyed an hour of Graham Norton, recorded by Blaine, Kurt on one side of the sofa and Blaine on the other, Kurt's heart pounding the whole time while he wished that Blaine would make a move. Blaine, on the other hand, laughed his way through the show completely immersed with what was happening. When it was finished he grabbed the remote, turned the TV off and glanced over at Kurt who was still staring at the TV screen too afraid to look at Blaine and yet again make a fool of himself when all he would be able to do would be to stare at him lustfully.

"Well, I'm going to have to sleep," Blaine announced suddenly after the silence had stretched to more than uncomfortable limits. Kurt finally dared to look but Blaine was already on his feet. "You know where the bathroom is, help yourself to the kitchen and if you need any more blankets, feel free to grab any from the linen cupboard."

"Thanks," Kurt answered deflated, his eyes returned to the TV although its screen was now a dull grey.

"Good night, Kurt," Blaine suddenly said placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, his thumb brushing against Kurt's neck.

Kurt startled at the unexpected touch and the sudden electric heat that had jolted through his body from it. He looked over his shoulder and locked his eyes with Blaine's. The stare was so intense that Blaine visibly swallowed and just when Kurt thought he saw a shift in Blaine's gaze, he slid his hand away.

"Good night, Blaine," Kurt replied his voice steady even though inside he was screaming.

Blaine didn't answer. He simply nodded and turned to walk off to his room.

Kurt sighed inwardly, leaned forward and started to take off his shoes. Why was he feeling like this? Why had he allowed himself to get swept up in the idea of Blaine when he had only just met him? It was as if he had been drugged! It was ridiculous! Kurt didn't want to embarrass himself further. He didn't want Blaine to see the pleading in his eyes, begging him to sweep him in and kiss him right then and there, rip his clothes off and drag him into his bedroom.

When Kurt lifted his head again, he was in the living room by himself. He leaned back onto the sofa deflated, annoyed now. He didn't know what Blaine's game was. He had caught Blaine watching him on several occasions when they had been out on their excursions, and Blaine often found any excuse to put his hands on his body. Yes! He was never too shy to make body contact!

By now Kurt was in a right huff. He brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush left for him and climbed into bed. The sheets were crisp and smelt fresh but he found himself tossing and turning trying to get his mind to rest. He couldn't even work out whether he was more annoyed at himself or at Blaine. He lay on his back and crossed his arms over his chest. Why was he doing this to himself? He should move on and accept the fact that Blaine was not interested. He was just a nice friend to have outside of work.

It was only a short time later when Kurt was starting to drift off to sleep that he heard one of the doors in the apartment creak open. He didn't think much of it. If it was Blaine, he was probably on his way to the bathroom. A few seconds later however, Kurt heard the handle on his bedroom door turn slightly.

He didn't dare move.

Had Blaine finally changed his mind?

He heard soft footsteps moving across the floor.

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Kurt opened his eyes a fraction and true to his suspicions, Blaine was standing near his bed looking down at him. Kurt kept his arm over his face waiting, waiting for what Blaine was going to do next. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Blaine edged closer, and Kurt, with his eyes parted, watched Blaine kneel down beside him. He gazed at Kurt intently as if ensuring he was asleep and after several moments, where Kurt couldn't hear anything else but the pounding of his heart in his ears, Blaine reached out and took Kurt's wrist, wrapping his fingers tenderly around Kurt's skin as he gently began to stroke with his thumb.

Kurt instantly relaxed and started to drift off, happy and content, safe and loved. He didn't even move when Blaine removed his hand from his wrist and lowered it to rest on Kurt's chest. He didn't even flinch when Blaine slid the same hand back and began to edge it under the blanket and down Kurt's torso until it reached the top of his underwear.

Blaine paused, glanced at Kurt and lowered his hand down further.

Kurt moaned at the touch. There was the need to reach out and touch Blaine but he couldn't move. He was paralysed from the warmth that had entered his body, hard and aroused but unable to reciprocate, drowning in the touch that Blaine had entrapped him within.

Feeling Kurt harden, Blaine's fingers began to work their way inside of Kurt's briefs, circling his fingers around him. Kurt tried to steady his breath, but the feel of Blaine's fingers, slowly rubbing up and down in the minimal space was overwhelming.

"I'm going to make it easier," Blaine whispered and he slid his other hand underneath the blanket as well and began to ease Kurt's underwear down. When he was done, Blaine had complete access.

Kurt managed a whimper. Oh fuck, he didn't care that Blaine was being as confusing as hell, that Kurt knew he should stop Blaine and determine what he was really up to because the feel, the feel of Blaine's hand gliding over him steadily, smearing his pre-cum with his thumb and massaging his balls was intoxicating. Kurt could not for the life of him think straight and muster the thought processes to tell Blaine to stop. All he wanted to do was to reach out and grab hold of Blaine roughly and draw him close so he could bring their lips together.

Kurt pushed back on the warm feelings flooding him, his overriding need to touch Blaine rushing through him and all of a sudden, the warm but heavy weight that had paralysed him rose off and Kurt could move once again. It had been easy once he had focused on the task and not on Blaine's hand. He swept his arm up, grabbed Blaine gruffly around the back of his neck and pulled him to his lips. Blaine gasped in response against Kurt's mouth and his hand faltered for a few seconds as he let Kurt sweep him away instead.

"I've wanted to do this for so long, Kurt," Blaine spoke huskily when they broke away. "I've always wanted you. I can't help but want you." Blaine's stroking intensified in speed and his grip tightened just slightly adding to the friction in a pleasant way. Kurt closed his eyes and dropped his head back onto his pillow. Blaine leaned forward again and placed a spattering of soft kisses over his cheeks and lips as all Kurt could do was breath heavily against Blaine's skin as his orgasm approached. All of a sudden, Kurt's eyes opened and they locked with Blaine's.

"Blaine," Kurt panted, "I'm going to…"

Kurt bolted upright into a sitting position, his body on fire. He heaved for breath, for control, trying to hold onto his orgasm that he was so close to having. His dick twitched in his underwear. Oh, fucking hell. Not here! Not here! How old are you? Kurt pummelled his hands into the mattress and tried to steady his breath and when he finally believed that he wouldn't come in his own pants, he finally relaxed.

He shook his head in disbelief. He hadn't been that close to a wet dream in years. What the hell was wrong with him? He really couldn't believe it! He was still aching. He had even masturbated before meeting with Blaine that night so he could get through the evening without feeling like he was walking on a tightrope of sexual energy. Kurt lay back onto his pillow and threw his arm over his sweaty face and wondered if the night would ever end.

It was useless. Sleep apparently was going to elude him now. He was still incredibly turned on and his body ached for some release. But he couldn't do it here, not in Blaine's apartment. No, he just couldn't. That would be the lowest of all lows. On the other hand, if he did do it he might be able to calm himself enough to allow him to sleep. He glanced around the room while he fought against himself. His eyes even spied a box of tissues on the night stand. Oh, that was not helping. He could quickly beat off, come in the tissue and flush them down the toilet and no one would ever know. He was sure that Blaine was already asleep. No one would hear him.

Kurt whimpered as he antagonized over what he should do and before he even noticed what he was doing, his hand began to rub over himself. Oh, it felt so hot. He closed his eyes and imagined Blaine's hand in the place of his own, stroking, firmer and with determination. Kurt began to pant, oh fuck it! He was going to need the tissues after all. He leaned over, pulled several free and kicked the blanket off to be extra careful.

With one shaky but determined breath, he lay back on his pillow and closed his eyes to let his imagination take over. He pictured Blaine beside him once more, stroking him, his other hand slowly working its way lower and in between his thighs causing Kurt to instinctively to bend his knees to better Blaine's access. And then Kurt didn't know where to focus his attentions, on the thought of Blaine's hand over his hard cock, or the other hand where one persistent but careful finger was nudging its way to enter him.

He sat up quickly, the tissue in the other hand at the ready. Oh, oh, oh, Kurt's head snapped back. He panted hard. The vision had been so clear, so real, so there… If only.

Guilt riddling him, Kurt folded the tissues carefully and pulled on his trousers not wanting to walk through Blaine's apartment in just his underwear. He couldn't believe what he had just done. The first night he had stayed in Blaine's apartment and he had not been able to control himself. He was despicable.

Fortunately, the door to the spare bedroom opened quietly. He waited at the threshold, listening to the still apartment ensuring that Blaine was asleep so he wouldn't draw attention to his actions before he reached the bathroom with the incriminating tissues.

Kurt's feet raced over the floor. He flushed the offending tissues down the toilet and without any delay, he ran back across the apartment, closed his door and jumped under the covers and tried to push back his shame.

In reality however, he had done the right thing. His body was now relaxed and it wasn't long until sleep was pulling him under again with the thought of Blaine's arms wrapped protectively around him. If he imagined hard enough, it was as if Blaine was really there.
He slept so soundly that it was only after Blaine's knocks became persistent the next morning, Kurt finally stirred and woke. He climbed out from under the sheets with one last guilty glance to make sure he had not left any hint of what he had done the night before and opened the door to find Blaine standing on the other side with a cup of coffee. He smiled warmly as Kurt took it out of his hands.

"I hope you slept well," Blaine stated his eyes sparkling.

"Yes, I slept wonderfully," he replied unable to stop the guilty rush of embarrassment from flooding his face. He blew gently over the top of the mug to conceal it.

"Ah, good, you had sweet dreams then?" Blaine asked with an equally sweet smile.

Kurt nearly choked. "Yes, yes I did." He turned his back quickly, afraid that his guilt would be written in neon lights above his head. If only Blaine knew what he had really dreamt about. He walked over to the bed and sat down, eager to finish his coffee alone. He was mortified when he glanced up and found Blaine following him to sit on the bed beside him, right in the spot where he had performed his deed the night before. Kurt averted his eyes and stared at the wall before him and tried to keep an even breath.

"I had a pretty interesting dream last night myself," Blaine spoke quietly.

It was no use, Kurt's eyes flicked away from the wall to stare Blaine directly in the eyes and for one brief second, a mutual understanding flashed across their eyes. Horrified, Kurt took another gulp of his coffee and Blaine's head turned away as they both decided to ignore the possibility of what they had seen in each other eyes.

Blaine coughed gently clearing his throat. "I wanted to let you know and I wanted to reiterate to you, Kurt." He reached out cautiously for
Kurt's hand. "I meant want I said. I really enjoy spending time with you but..."

"But you don't see me in that way," Kurt finished for him. Despite his continued disappointment, he allowed Blaine's hand to rest over his.

"No!" Blaine said quickly, very quickly. "I do see you in that way but for reasons I can't explain right now, I can't allow for us to move forward in that way." He gazed at Kurt fearfully and squeezed Kurt's hand earnestly. "But I really, really do hope that we can still spend time together."

Kurt offered a smile and leaned over to bump his shoulder against Blaine's, a playful grin on his lips. "Well, I'm hoping we can still spend time together, because I'm really looking forward to educating you on England's fabulous movie accomplishments."

Blaine visibly relaxed. "Thank you," he said softly squeezing Kurt's hand. "Thank you for understanding." He let go of Kurt's hand and dropped his hands to his thighs. "Well, if it's alright, I do have some things I need to sort out this morning, but we're still meeting at your place at seven?"

Kurt blinked but he took the hint and began to rise to his feet telling himself he would try to process all of Blaine's mixed messages when he got home. "Of course, I'll be out of your hair in no time."

Fifteen minutes later, Blaine closed the door behind Kurt and staggered over to his sofa. He sank wearily onto the cushion shaking his head in despair now that he was alone in his apartment. He took a long sip of his coffee and held onto the liquid, swishing it around his mouth without realizing, his thoughts wandering. Oh, he was playing with fire but he had been honest with Kurt. He had told Kurt he couldn't be with him, even though in truth, after all of their outings, all Blaine wanted to do was to dive into his arms.

Blaine sighed deeply. He couldn't wait to go to Kurt's apartment that evening, but how was he supposed to control himself after that exotic dream he had had the night before? It had been a twisted dream where he had gone to Kurt with good intentions and a changed heart, but when he had entered the room, his calming power had been too strong and had rendered Kurt frozen. In the excitement of it all, Blaine had not been able to stop himself from putting his hand under the blankets to touch Kurt especially when he realized that Kurt had been faking being asleep. And knowing that Kurt was all his, awake and enjoying what he was doing and wanting him to be doing it, and then, Kurt had been so strong, he had fought against his power and wrapped his arm around Blaine and brought Blaine into his own kiss, a kiss that Kurt had controlled from beginning to end. Blaine hadn't come that hard from a dream in a long time and at the back of his mind, for the first time in a long time, Blaine wished that he wasn't tied to Mystery Kurt.

A heavy moan escaped his lips again at the thought of the night before. It had been so vivid. He was going to have to look after himself again. Blaine unzipped his trousers and sank his hand inside but a sharp knock on the door jolted him upright. He jerked his hands out of his pants and rose to his feet, straightening his clothes as he strode to his front door willing his arousal to disappear. If it was Kurt back at his door, God forbid he didn't want him to see how he had left him.

"Just coming," he called out. He took a deep breath and turned the handle.

"Kurt! Did you forget some…?" Blaine stopped. His eyes must be deceiving him. "Mystery Kurt?" he asked uncertainly.

Knowing that Blaine was going to be surprised, Mystery Kurt flashed his tattoo so Blaine would be sure. Blaine let out a little 'oh' and quickly turned himself around to reveal his own.

"Since when do you knock?" Blaine asked pulling his shirt back down. He stepped back allowing Mystery Kurt to enter.

"Since you started to have company," Mystery Kurt said with a wry smile.

Blaine quickly stuck his head out of his door and looked down the hallway. "Oh! You mean…" he stopped uncomfortably.

"Good grief, Blaine. How many times do I have to tell you?" Mystery Kurt admonished. "You are allowed to see other men."

Blaine only nodded but he ran an anxious hand through his hair. "How did you even find me?"

Mystery Kurt met his gaze and it was as if Mystery Kurt's expression was saying, 'really Blaine, you still need to question my abilities to keep tabs on you?'

Noting his mistake, Blaine stepped into Mystery Kurt's space, hesitated while he waited for Mystery Kurt's permission and when he caught the quick consenting nod of his head, he leaned in to his embrace.

"How have you been?" Blaine asked pulling back.

"Good, but I think you have more interesting news than me."

Blaine didn't answer and Mystery Kurt laughed. "It's alright Blaine, I know. You're in contact with another Kurt. I can smell him on you."

Blaine swallowed uncomfortably. "I feel like I'm cheating on you."

Mystery Kurt scoffed and shook his head. "What am I going to do with you, Blaine?"

Blaine ignored his statement. "Did you see him?"

"Yes."

"Did you speak with him?" Blaine asked when Mystery Kurt didn't elaborate.

"No."

"Wouldn't you want him to meet you though?" Blaine asked confused. "I thought you meet all the Kurts to warn them."

Mystery Kurt thought his next words carefully. "I don't approach them straightaway. I will follow him for a while to get an idea of what he's like but I usually learn all I can about them first. That's why I came here."

Blaine nodded, happy with his explanation. "You can ask me whatever you want about him. He's very nice. Innocent and clueless about the curse," Blaine paused. "I'm being rude. Can I get you anything?" Blaine asked his hand pointing to the kitchen.

Mystery Kurt's eyes wandered lustfully up and down Blaine's body. "As a matter of fact, you can."

Scott and Derek followed the tall, slender woman with dark hair in their car. After tracking her scent from the last murder scene and following her home, Scott now knew that her name was Agent Santana Lopez. They had listened into her phone calls and had discovered that her partner in these investigations was Agent Sebastian Smythe. For now, until Agent Smythe returned, they would trail Agent Lopez and determine what she knew.

She pulled up outside of a set of flats and walked to the entrance, checking the mail boxes beside the building's locked front door. Their attention quickly diverted however, as a sudden omnipresent darkness fell upon them and with one quick glance at how Agent Lopez had wrapped her arms around herself, they knew she had also sensed it.

Scott and Derek froze and Kira slowly leaned forward in her seat. She knew better than to ask what they had sensed. She pricked up ears and listened intently to the night outside of their vehicle. Slowly, Scott and Derek turned their heads and caught each other's gazes. A fraction of a nod exchanged between them.

Only a few seconds later, the smell and the sense of the dark presence eased and Scott and Derek both visibly relaxed in their seats.

"I think we can safely say we're in the right place," Scott said softly, his skin prickling in anticipation in case he would need to change.

Derek nodded in agreement. "He's still here, just not so close trying to suss out who we are."

"I'm guessing we're talking about this Evil Blaine," Kira asked from the back chewing worriedly on her lips. Her dark eyes darted back out to the night.

"He's gone," Scott breathed out calmly, steadying his pulse.

"We can only assume since we didn't see him," Derek spoke answering Kira's question, "but I think you're right."

Scott nodded. "Once she leaves, let's make sure but I'm quite certain we're outside of Agent Smythe's apartment complex."

Derek looked back towards Santana. "We need to be careful of her too. She knows she's being watched."

Santana didn't know why she felt the urge to go to Sebastian's apartment complex. It wasn't as if they had been working together long enough to have that kind of relationship where she would stop by and check his mail or water his plants. Santana snorted, far from that kind of relationship. But sometimes, Santana felt things, her Mexican Third Eye she called it and for some reason, on this night she had had an urge to go to find his apartment building. In her gut she didn't take this as a good sign. The only logical explanation that she could come up with was that something bad was going to happen in the near future and she would need to get to Sebastian's apartment quickly to help him or to have him help her. She hoped for neither but either way, she needed to know where he lived and how to reach him quickly.

The skin on the back of her neck prickled as she walked up to the front door of the apartment building. She stopped, held her breath and cursed inside her head. She wanted to kick herself because she knew that she had unwittingly given away that she knew she was being watched. There was something about who was watching her though that had made her forget her training. What it was, she couldn't place her finger on it.

Santana spun on her heels and dared to face whoever it was. Her head perused her immediate area and spying no one, she shifted her focus to the street outside the apartment complex. Her hand came to her gun and she walked slowly back down to her car. Tonight, Santana wasn't going to risk anything. Whatever was out there, it wasn't right.

That night, when Santana went to bed, she triple checked her doors and windows. And when she finally put her head onto her pillow, it was with her gun beside her as well because it wasn't until she had gotten home and relaxed that she had realized what had been bothering her so. It hadn't been just one person watching her, she realized. Earlier that evening, outside of Sebastian's apartment, she had been watched from multiple directions.

Mystery Kurt glided in out and of Blaine with steady even thrusts, his right hand clasped over Blaine's cock. He gazed down at Blaine's skin, glistening in the midday light from the sweat gathering there. His head thrown back as he drowned in the pleasure coursing through his body.

"From how worked up you are," Mystery Kurt stated his voice slightly uneven from his efforts, "I'm assuming it's safe to say that you and this new Kurt have not been intimate then?"

Blaine didn't answer straightaway but listening to Mystery Kurt's words was a good thing, it might help him last just a little longer. "No, we haven't," he gasped and then with a little, sarcastic laugh, "How did you guess?"

"I've told you, you can," Mystery Kurt said with harder thrust that knocked the air out of Blaine's lungs.

"I just don't feel like it would be right," Blaine managed after several raspy breaths, his cock throbbing under Mystery Kurt's gliding strokes.

"What would you want me to say?" Mystery Kurt asked leaning forward so he could playfully wind his free hand through Blaine's curls that were slowly coming free. The change of angle caused Blaine to gasp again and Mystery Kurt continued, "It's not like what we have going on here is serious. As long as you are careful and take the precautions that I've warned you to take, and I get to continue my occasional Blaine shag once in a while, I really don't care who else you see."

"You, you saved me," Blaine whispered.

Mystery Kurt cupped Blaine's face and forced him to meet his gaze. "You don't owe me anything, Blaine," he said sternly. "The only thing I worry about is that you're careful." Mystery Kurt continued in his new position and Blaine lifted his hands to hold onto Mystery Kurt's sides, his fingers slipping in the sweat that was gathering on his back. "Anyway, I've told you before, we're not the correct match so what we have here, it's not exclusive," Mystery Kurt took his hand off of Blaine's cock and leaned down closer. "It's just a little bit of fun." With that and before Blaine could respond, Mystery Kurt's picked up speed and intensity, thrusting into Blaine with such continuous force Blaine could not open his eyes, let alone answer.

Blaine groaned loudly as he came, his come splattering messily in between their bodies and Mystery Kurt slowed, still moving in and out as Blaine came back down. "How could I want anyone else when you make me feel like that?" Blaine gasped.

"Shhh," Mystery Kurt whispered against his lips. "You know better than to talk nonsense like that."

"I know," Blaine sighed. "At least let me return the favour."

"How about today you just let me finish?" Mystery Kurt said still hovering over his body. He eased all the way back in and Blaine's eyes closed again. "If you don't mind, that is."

Blaine shook his head and enjoyed the feeling of Mystery Kurt completely letting go.

"I see other people too, Blaine," Mystery Kurt told him when they were done, wrapped lazily in the sheets that were tossed all over the bed.

Blaine didn't answer straightaway. He knew it was a conversation that they needed to have. He lifted his head up and rolled to his side and rested his head in his hand. "I know," he said softly, "well, I always assumed." They were silent for a moment, staring at each other.

"Do you sleep with all the Blaines you meet?" Blaine asked.

Mystery Kurt's shook his head. "No," he said quickly. "Some, their life choices, their personalities, they don't always appeal to me. Some, like you, I do but I also wanted you to know that I spend some time with someone who is not a Blaine."

"Really?!" Blaine frowned. "But the curse?"

Mystery Kurt laughed. "I sleep with him because of the curse. It's my way of saying screw you, I can sleep with whoever I want. You, curse, do not control me completely."

Blaine frowned not understanding. He had never been attracted to anyone else, not in the way he was attracted to Mystery Kurt and Kurt.

Mystery Kurt saw his confusion and sighed inwardly. Blaine, this Blaine especially, would not understand. "Tell me about this Kurt you have met. Tell me everything."

Blaine rolled onto his back and placed his hands behind his head, his eyes going instantly dreamy as began to recount everything that he had learnt about Kurt. He told Mystery Kurt how he had found him, how he had followed him and then arranged to spend time with him. Blaine explained how he had used his special skill to get into his house to go through his things, how after questioning him, Kurt gave him all the details that matched the real Kurt from what Mystery Kurt had told him.

"You sound quite captivated."

Blaine's voice faltered, "When he stayed over, I had the most amazing dream."

"Really," Mystery Kurt asked, his eyebrows rising in interest. "Do tell."

"It was intense. I came very quickly. I really think he could be the real Kurt and, I know this is stupid, but I think if he wasn't the real Kurt, I could really fall for him."

Mystery Kurt drummed his fingers over Blaine's bare chest, thinking. He didn't know when the right time would be to tell Blaine that he was the real Blaine, but he knew it wasn't now.

"Even if he is the real Kurt, there's nothing wrong with spending time with him and getting to know him and, even having some fun with him."

"Maybe," Blaine said distractedly.

"What else is on your mind?" Mystery Kurt asked.

Blaine was silent trying to order his words. "It's just that, the curse. How would I know that what I'm feeling are my real feelings, or that I'm just attracted to this Kurt, and any other Kurt I meet just because of some stupid ancient curse?"

Mystery Kurt shook his head. "The curse makes us so we can't think clearly, that much is true. Even the Evil Kurt and Evil Blaine, all they want to do is fuck each other." Mystery Kurt pushed himself up so he was leaning on his arm. "The bond you create with each other, with any individual that you may fall in love with, that's real." He smiled reassuringly. "I'll do my own research but since you're so sure of who he is, we'll inform him of the curse and warn him of the possible danger he could be in. I want to be absolutely certain however before we tell him that he is the real Kurt."

Blaine nodded in agreement and then started to turn so he could scramble off the bed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mystery Kurt asked.

Blaine glanced over his shoulder, "I need to clean up before I start leaking everywhere."

Mystery Kurt growled and pulled Blaine back down onto the sheets where he quickly straddled over his waist. "No need if we're going to have another round."

Later that evening, Mystery Kurt stood outside of Kurt's apartment door, his head against the door as he listened to the two men inside laughing as the chatted getting ready to watch a movie. Mystery Kurt's stomach tightened. He had them both where he needed them. He resisted the urge to enter and do what he needed to do, and instead turned and walked away.

Sebastian sank into the stool at the end of the bar and leaned heavily onto its counter. The corner in which he had decided to hide in was dark, dingy and had just the right amount of seediness to match his mood. He was tired, rundown and grumpy from the hurried travel but glad to be back in LA. He was also nowhere near to solving the case. In the past two weeks there had been no new murders, none that he knew of anyway. And tonight, there was nothing more that Sebastian could do. So, in an effort to try and relax before he attempted to go to sleep, he had taken it upon himself to visit the same bar he had been to with Santana in a vain attempt to have another epiphany.

Sebastian knocked back another large gulp of his drink, his lips pulling back as its strength burned its way down his throat.

"Can I buy you another," a silky voice spoke as a body settled down on the stool beside him.

Sebastian turned his head a fraction ensuring that it had actually been him that had been spoken to.

"Yes, I was talking to you," the smooth voice spoke again.

Sebastian glanced at the person who had sat down beside him and startled. Well fuck, if it wasn't the same guy who had approached him in the bar several weeks ago when he had gotten drunk with Santana. Dark hair, dark eyes, strong jawline, and that confident posture: all the things that Sebastian found attractive in a man. He took another swig of his drink and put his glass back down on the bar, all the while maintaining eye contact.

He didn't know what was off. He knew he didn't outwardly give the impression that he was gay. The amount of women that batted their eyelids at him and tried to gain his attention was testimony to that, and it wasn't a gay bar. The guy had confidence and balls, but needless of that, Sebastian had far too much on his plate for him to even consider chatting up a good looking man in a bar.

"I'm sorry, my friend," Sebastian began. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't think I'll be good company right now."

"Well now, I never offered a conversation but you sure do look like you need another drink," the reply came.

Sebastian almost laughed. Cool move. The other guy chuckled as well, happy that Sebastian liked his comeback.

"So, how about it?"

Sebastian eyed the man again. What was wrong with having a sexy, hot man offer him a drink? Oh, that's right nothing especially when, all of a sudden, he felt particularly horny.

"So, do you always go around to random men in bars and buy them drinks?" he asked.

"I like to take risks."

Sebastian eyed him closely. "Oh, I bet you do." He held out his hand. "Sebastian, Sebastian Smythe."

"Blaine," Evil Blaine said with a smile and he extended his own hand out as well.

Evil Blaine's drink was put up on the bar and he glanced at Sebastian's near empty glass. "I can take being knocked back any day, but I can still get you a drink and then leave you be. If anyone's had a shitty day, they deserve a drink, don't you think?"

Sebastian didn't know what came over him. Hot guys like Blaine didn't sit down next to him very often.

"Well, I might have said no to a drink and conversation but I don't think I officially knocked you back."

"Oh," Blaine feigned shock, "so if you don't want a drink or a conversation, what could I possibly offer you then?"

Sebastian laughed. He liked where the conversation was going. "Well," he began his voice going low, "when I feel like this, I'm more into the action."

Evil Blaine's eyes narrowed. Sebastian had game and Evil Blaine quickly decided that he was going to like him. He was going to like him a lot. It was just too bad he was going to have to kill him.

"Well, now," Evil Blaine responded leaning in close. "I've been told I can pack a lot of action."

Sebastian took a large gulp of his drink finishing it off. He felt alive, so alive. The blood was pumping through his body. It had been such a long time since he had felt like this. It was exciting. It was thrilling. Why had he denied himself for so long of the excitement of a hook up? He slowly lowered his hand and placed his glass on the bar before him. He met Evil Blaine's patient but determined gaze.

"And I bet you have the kind of action I like." He couldn't believe the words had left his mouth but he maintained his cool disposition and matched Evil Blaine's gaze, not once shying away. Sebastian pulled his keys from out of his pocket, jingled them lightly, his eyes lingering on Blaine's and stood slowly to leave. He didn't look back but when he stepped out onto the pavement, the warm evening air greeting him, he stopped and waited, hoping that Blaine was going to follow him.

For a terrifying moment, he actually thought Blaine wasn't going to walk out, but then, all of a sudden, the door to the bar opened and Blaine stepped through. He glanced up and down the path and spotted Sebastian, pulled a cigarette out as he walked and lit it allowing a soft billow of smoke to waft around his head. He came to stand before him.

He reached up with his hand to the back of Sebastian's head and pulled his head down. Evil Blaine kissed him long enough to capture one of Sebastian's lips within his own and tug on it as he pulled away. The cigarette replaced Sebastian's lip as soon as it was let go.

"Where you parked?" Evil Blaine asked huskily.

Sebastian swallowed down his excitement. "This way," he replied with a flick of his head.

"Do you mind if I suck you off while you drive?" Evil Blaine suddenly asked as Sebastian walked up to his car.

Sebastian choked on the air in his mouth. His keys froze at the driver's door and he locked eyes with Blaine on the other side of the car to see whether he was joking. He looked dead serious and Sebastian's dick went hard.

There were three things that crossed Sebastian's mind. It was extremely illegal. It was extremely dangerous and, it was also extremely hot. Sebastian jingled his car keys in his hand again and looked around. It was dark, the drive home wouldn't take long and they wouldn't go past any major lit up places where someone could see them. But, Sebastian quickly calculated, there were at least ten sets of traffic lights that they would have to go through which would increase the chance of being caught significantly. On the other hand, if he jumped onto the freeway and ducked back up on the side road, the journey would take longer but there would only be two sets of traffic lights, and their chances of being caught would be greatly diminished… as long as Sebastian managed to keep his car on the road.

Sebastian didn't trust himself to speak. His dick throbbed. It was the most exciting offer anyone had given him in a long time. He met Evil Blaine's gaze once again who was still patiently waiting for his response. Sebastian simply nodded and put his keys in the door. He paused for a moment as Evil Blaine slid in first and then took a deep breath and lowered himself down.

Evil Blaine was already going through his music collection, flicking through the CDs until he found one that he liked. "Shit, it's like you're still living in the 90s," he laughed shoving a CD in as Sebastian turned the key in the ignition.

"My pay doesn't really let me keep up with the latest technology," Sebastian managed, despite the blood that was now rushing through his body and making him dizzy.

Sebastian pulled out onto the road and tried to not drum his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. He still didn't know if Evil Blaine was serious. As he turned down several streets he began to wonder.

Evil Blaine glanced over, "Good choice," he said.

Sebastian was still too anxious to pick up on his words, on the actual fact that Evil Blaine knew where he was going, that he knew where Sebastian lived. Sebastian watched him edgily out of the corner of his eye as Blaine continued to take another long pull on his cigarette.
Deeming that it was close enough to the end, Evil Blaine flicked the remaining cigarette out of the window and turned to face Sebastian.
Sebastian was glad that he was momentarily distracted by having to merge onto the freeway, but when he was safely into a cruising lane, he jolted when he found Evil Blaine had slid down the front seat and was now only inches from his face.

"You're fucking gorgeous," Evil Blaine purred sliding his hand up the inside of Sebastian's leg.

Sebastian laughed nervously, all of his cool exterior having dripped away. "Shit, I thought you were joking."

"I never joke about wanting to give a hot guy a blow job."

Sebastian chuckled weakly again. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had given him head. Would Evil Blaine really go that far?

Evil Blaine's hand found Sebastian's zip and pulled it down swiftly.

Okay, so maybe he was.

Sebastian breathed out and tried to concentrate on the road.

"Just keep your eyes on the road, darling," Evil Blaine whispered into his ear pushing his hands into Sebastian's pants.

Oh God, maybe this wasn't a great idea after all, Sebastian suddenly realized and his foot eased off the accelerator. Evil Blaine slammed his foot down over Sebastian's and at the same time, pulled Sebastian free from his trousers. The car surged forward and Sebastian struggled to regain control.

"Tut, tut, tut," Evil Blaine hushed. His lips grazed over Sebastian's neck. "Just drive."

"You know, I think this might be getting a little out of hand," Sebastian stammered, Blaine's hand beginning to glide over his length, right from the base to the tip.

Evil Blaine's foot pressed dangerously onto Sebastian's again in warning. "Just fucking keep driving."

Exhilaration jolted through Sebastian for right at that moment, Evil Blaine dropped his head and swivelled his tongue over the top of his dick.

"Ooohhh," Sebastian gasped pulling his body back, his arms stretched to keep them on the steering wheel. It was no good. This was a bad idea. He had to pull over otherwise he was going to cause a serious accident. He had to focus and make it until the next exit, but oh, oh, oh it was going to be hard. He grimaced at the pleasure, trying to take his mind off what was happening; the feel of Evil Blaine's wet mouth as it now dropped down lower swallowing him whole. He tried to avert his eyes and not let his peripheral image take in the sight of Evil Blaine's head bobbing up and down as well. He even contemplated the emergency lane but quickly discarded that, and then there, to his relief, the next exit approached and with it, his home, only a short five minute drive away.

Sebastian, however, did not believe he could make it there. He was going to come before that. His car sped down the exit ramp, swerved quickly around a corner where his eyes fell on his local gas station. He steered the car round to the back into the dark and where he prayed he was out of any security cameras' line of sight and slammed on his breaks.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" he cried. He kept both hands on the steering wheel but it was now that the car was stopped that he let his hips rock up into Evil Blaine's mouth in time with Evil Blaine's bobbing head. Evil Blaine suddenly pulled back, grabbed Sebastian with his hand and swivelled his tongue feverishly over him before he pushed himself onto his hands and knees so he could work the angle better. Evil Blaine slowly lowered his mouth back down and allowed Sebastian to inch down his throat. He stayed there bobbing gently, Sebastian's dick edging deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

Sebastian couldn't contain his moans of pleasure any longer. He didn't care that the windows were still wound down, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and with the other he suddenly grabbed a handful of Evil Blaine's hair and began to roll his hips up hard and fast, forcing himself further into Blaine's throat. He cried out as he came, his head flung back, his body shaking in pleasure at the knowledge of his cum spurting down Evil Blaine's throat. And the man didn't even flinch, didn't pull away. He just took it, took all of Sebastian until he stopped.

Evil Blaine pulled off and without even stopping to gain his breath he lunged onto Sebastian's mouth, kissing him heatedly and opened mouthed, messy and full of tongue. Sebastian let him, for fuck's sake, he hadn't come that hard in a long time.

Evil Blaine pulled away reached into his back pocket for his cigarettes and lit one up. He sat gazing out the car while Sebastian sat in shock still trying to gain his breath, the music continuing to pound through the speakers of his car. His mind finally cleared and he chanced a glance over in Blaine's direction. Who would have thought half an hour ago that he would have ended up in his car at the back of gas station recovering from one of the best orgasms of his life?

"So are you going to take me back to your place so I can fuck you?" Evil Blaine suddenly asked still gazing out the window but more than aware that Sebastian was watching him.

Sebastian's stomach dropped with arousal again. He shook his head in disbelief, and without any other words, he turned the keys in the ignition and drove his car back around to front of the gas station.

Evil Blaine didn't say anything else, he just continued to pull on his cigarette and gaze at the view out of his window. Yes, it was such a pity; killing Sebastian was going to be such a pity.