Hey there!

Since it has somehow become a tradition, here I am, posting a new fic on January 9th. It's been two years since the prologue of Burn With You was posted and a year since I started posting Recipe For Love and today I'm hoping you'll join me on this new adventure.

I started writing this fic during NaNoWriMo 2016 and while I did reach my 50,000 words goal, the fic isn't completely finished, I'd say 75% of it is written. That means I'm not sure how regular the updates will be, I'll let you know the moment I figure out the schedule :)

This fic is inspired by the movie Out of Sight, BUT while the beginning follows the plot quite closely, the rest of the fic is different. There will be some similarities later on, but this fic definitely isn't a pure adaptation of the movie.

As always, huge thank you to Ida, my beta. And to my dear friend Anna, for listening to me ramble about the plot and helping me figure out some of the things

I think that's all, enjoy! And please, leave a comment, I appreciate them very much

I own nothing, not Glee, Klaine or Out of Sight, it would be a wonderful life if I did!

It was a beautiful day, in the beginning of December. It was freezing, it had just snowed the night before so the world was covered with a thin layer of snow, not too much, it was the first snow of the season, but it still looked beautiful. The air was crisp and the sun was shining, making it a perfect winter day, colored by the countless Christmas decorations put out on every corner as everyone was slowly getting into the Christmas spirit.

In less words, a perfect day to rob a bank.

Blaine Anderson was driving through the busy streets of New York, carefully navigating between the cars, humming under his breath to the song that was currently playing on the radio. Reaching his destination, he pulled up in the parking space next to the bank, picking a spot not far from the exit and he killed the engine. Checking his reflection in the rearview mirror, he smiled. His black hair was perfectly gelled down, not even one curl sticking out and he was freshly shaven, presenting himself, as what he hoped was handsome and charming. Fixing his scarf and the coat he was wearing, Blaine got out of the car, breathing in deeply, the winter air filling his lungs as he smoothed down the last wrinkles on his pants. Straightening up, he rolled his shoulders and slowly headed in the direction of the bank entrance, carefully scanning his surroundings, looking for anything that might help him that day.

He didn't have a concrete, detailed plan, not really. Blaine always preferred to improvise, using whatever was happening on the day of the robbery to his advantage and he knew that if he played his cards right, he would be out of there soon, hopefully with a nice amount of cash in his possession. There was a good reason why he had a reputation of a gentleman robber that rarely used any kind of violence. Blaine had always thought that he could achieve way more by saying the right thing and ask nicely than by waving a gun around, scaring everyone and potentially risking hurting someone in the process. No, Blaine definitely preferred the quiet way of taking care of things and maybe that was why he was so good at what he did, and why the FBI hadn't been able to arrest him yet.

Walking into the bank, he stood next to the wall, not wanting to be in the way and to draw any attention. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his lighter, started playing with it, lightening it on, and off absentmindedly, not even watching his hands. It was an old zippo lighter that Blaine got from his grandfather many years ago and while he didn't smoke, he hadn't ever had a cigarette in his mouth, he picked up a habit of playing with it whenever he needed to pass time.

Casually looking around, Blaine focused his gaze on a man talking to who Blaine suspected was a bank manager. The client had his briefcase open, lying on the floor next to the chair he was sitting on, presumably laid there after he took out whatever documents he needed. Smiling to himself, Blaine shut the lighter, putting it back in his pocket, and headed to the counter, standing in line and patiently waiting to be served. When it was his turn, he walked up to the counter, flashing a charming smile in the direction of the woman behind it.

"Good morning, sir, how can I help you today?" She asked, smiling politely.

Glancing at her name tag, Blaine leaned on the counter. "Hello, Lucy." He said with a low voice, making the woman blush and duck her head. "Tell me, do you see this man with a briefcase talking to your bank manager?"

"Oh, that's actually Mr. Lee, one of our assistant managers." She said, looking over Blaine's shoulder and seeing the two men talking. "Our manager is Mr. Brooks and he's not in today."

"Oh, my bad." Blaine grinned. "But you see the man with his briefcase lying on the floor?" Seeing the woman nod, he continued. "That's my partner and he has a gun in that briefcase. And if you don't do what I tell you to do, I will walk over there and he will shoot your Mr. Lee between the eyes."

Still smiling, Blaine watched Lucy's eyes widened as her breath stuttered and she swallowed down harshly, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. "Now, why don't you take one of those big envelopes you have over there and put as many hundreds, fifties and twenties as you can pack into it." Blaine said calmly, keeping his voice down, not wanting anyone to overhear them. "Nothing with currency straps or dye bags, I also don't want any bait money."

A bit paler than before, Lucy nodded shakily, but still didn't move and Blaine could see her hands were trembling. "It's okay, Lucy, come on." Blaine said gently, smiling softly at her. "The key to the drawer is right next to you." Nodding again, Lucy grabbed the envelope and opened the drawer with the money. "No bills from the bottom of the drawer, please." Blaine added right before she started packing money to the envelope.

"Is this your first time being robbed?" Blaine asked conversationally, still smiling charmingly, wanting to ease the tension as much as he could. As Lucy nodded shakily, he leaned closer. "You're doing great, just smile, Lucy, so you don't look like you're having any problems." Seeing Lucy attempt to smile weekly, he grinned. "You have a very pretty smile."

As Lucy finished packing the envelope, Blaine discreetly looked around, making sure the man with the briefcase is still talking to the assistant manager. Confirming that he was still in place, he turned back to Lucy. "Okay, give me a few of those twenties." Taking the bills from her hand, he put them in his pocket. "Now I'm going to give my partner a sign that everything's fine and he's going to wait here for thirty seconds until I leave the building to make sure you haven't set off the alarm. If you have, he's going to shoot Mr. Lee between the eyes. Okay?" Blaine said and after a few seconds, Lucy nodded, handing him the envelope. "I think that this will do, Lucy, thank you so much and have a nice day." Blaine said, smiling widely and grabbing the envelope.

"You too." Lucy replied in a whisper, with a nervous smile on her face as Blaine turned around, calmly walking in the direction of the man with the briefcase. When he was close enough, he patted the man's shoulder as he was passing him by.

"She's really cute, isn't she?" He asked with a smile, gesturing at Lucy who was still watching him. Not waiting for the man's reply, he walked away as the man nodded, looking at him in confusion.

As he exited the bank building, he headed in the direction of the parking lot, walking not too fast and not too slow, just as a normal person would do after taking care of their business in a bank. Holding the envelope under his arm, he reached in his pocket to find his car keys, taking them out and opening the car as soon as he was close enough. Opening the door, he got in, throwing the envelope on the passenger seat, and he exhaled in relief. Putting the key in the ignition, he pressed the button to start the engine… and except for a few weird noises, nothing happened. Trying again, the same thing happened, the engine was growling and gagging, but it wouldn't start.

"Fuck." Blaine swore under his breath, trying again and again to start the car, but to no avail. He was about to grab the envelope and rush out of the car to search for another way of getting away, but suddenly, there was a guard outside the car, pointing his gun at him.

"Put your hands in the air and slowly step out of your vehicle!" The man yelled and when Blaine glanced to his side, there was another guard pointing his gun at him through the window in the passenger door. Throwing his head back against the headrest, he groaned in frustration, knowing that he was out of options. Sighing in defeat, he slowly opened the door, raising his hands and getting out of the car.

"Well, good morning, guys." Blaine said as the man pushed him against the car, twisting his arms to put cuffs around his wrists. "Isn't it a lovely day."

As the sirens blared in the distance, the sign that the police and most likely FBI were already on their way, Blaine glanced around with a sigh, taking in the world around him and breathing deeply, enjoying the air laced with a sweet taste of freedom because he had a feeling it would be a while until he had a chance to feel it again. The list of banks he had robbed in the past few years was long enough that there was a very slim chance of him getting a sentence shorter than at least fifteen years, and the prosecutor sure as hell wasn't going to go easy on him when the FBI finally managed to make an arrest after such a long time of chasing him. When the officers and agents finally arrived, he threw one last glare in the direction of his disobedient car, cursing it to hell and back, wondering why the hell it had to stop working on that precise day.

Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes. He really should have paid more attention to planning his heists, like checking the battery in his car before using it as his only way of getting away from the place of robbery. Especially since it was freezing and the car hadn't been used for a while, standing outside in the cold for days. Smiling bitterly, he snorted, drawing only one conclusion from the entire situation.

He had no one but himself to blame for this one.