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Summary: Blaine Anderson is a prostitute whose client is murdered before his eyes. He is thrown into witness protection together with Special Agent Kurt Hummel, whose job is to keep him safe. But, with nosy neighbours and a notorious crime family snapping at their heels, it's not that easy. Especially when feelings get involved.

Warnings: Dub/con, alcohol use, minor OMC death, mention of child abuse, mention of domestic violence, mention of various kinks

Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Sugar/Artie, Quinn/Puck, Cooper/OFC

Length: 65k; 16 parts altogether

Updates: Changed from weekly to whenever-I-have-time-and-access-to-internet-ly

CHAPTER VII: OF BOYFRIENDS AND BROTHERS I

While Blaine called Kurt's dinner date idea lame, he not-so-secretly enjoyed it.

They ended up finding a small, cosy Italian restaurant not very far from home. There weren't too many people at that hour so they got themselves a nice table and the waiter's full attention. Uplifting music was playing in the background so they managed to keep the conversation light.

It was perfect.

Kurt was perfect.

After the dinner they didn't hurry to go back home. They took their time enjoying the nice weather. It was warm considering it was November. They might need to wait until spring for another beautiful day like this.

Walking around a park they had accidentally spotted, Kurt asked the important question.

"What do you think of the date? Not exactly how you envisioned it," he said shyly. "But you looked like you were having fun."

"It was the most amazing, out of this world date I have ever had," Blaine said honestly. "It's not much, since it's the first date I've ever been to, but trust me, I loved it."

"Does that mean you would consider a second date?" Kurt asked somewhat nervously.

Blaine found his hand and gently squeezed it. "Absolutely."

"And would you go on that date as my… boyfriend?" Kurt asked, licking his lips.

Blaine watched as Kurt's tongue disappeared in his mouth and had an urge to follow. "On one condition…"

"What is it?"

"I get to kiss you right now," he said breathlessly.

"Anytime," Kurt said and soon he was pulling Blaine toward himself, his hand firm on his neck.

Blaine could never imagine that kissing would feel like this. He never understood what people meant when they said they couldn't get enough of it. Not even with his ex.

It was different with Kurt. Kurt was gentle and careful. He sucked on his tongue and softly bit his lips, teaching him what a loving kiss was.

In that moment Blaine felt loved.

"Rex, no!" someone shouted and Kurt pulled away immediately, leaving Blaine confused.

He looked around to see what was happening. A young girl was running toward them. A small dog was standing next to Kurt. There was a wet spot on the leg of Kurt's pants.

"You got peed on," Blaine was still laughing when they were driving back home with all windows open. "This is priceless."

"Yeah, sure, haha," Kurt muttered, clearly annoyed.

"Lighten up, it's funny," Blaine teased him. "It's not every day that you are confused with a tree."

"So funny," Kurt said sarcastically as he parked the car in front of their house.

"Should I be jealous? That dog marked his territory, right? Are you his now?"

"Can you, please, stop? Enough is enough," he said and they got out of the car.

It shut Blaine up instantly. "Why are you getting angry? It's just a harmless joke," he said, closing the door with a loud bang.

"I'm glad you find it funny. I don't," Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine, a dog peed on me, I get it, it's funny. You can laugh about it once or twice but not the whole ride home."

"A dog peed on you, Kevin?" Starchild's voice cut in and Blaine saw him rising from behind the fence. "Did you know that in some cultures–"

"I don't know and I don't want to know," Kurt snapped and turned around, making his way into the house.

"Trouble in paradise?" Starchild asked, looking at him curiously. "I hope things are not as bad as with Quinn and Puck?"

"No, it was just a stupid fight," Blaine said, feeling down. He didn't plan to fight with Kurt minutes after their first date. He had a talent for ruining things. "I should go apologise."

"Let him cool down first," Starchild advised. "Why don't we go watch football? Give him space, you know."

"As awesome as it sounds," and it really did; Blaine enjoyed hanging out with the guy, "I don't want Kevin to get any angrier. I'll go grovel a bit. Clean the kitchen or something."

"Suit yourself, little friend," Starchild nodded understandingly. "Have you talked to Sugar or Artie recently?"

"About the lake house? Yeah, I did. Kevin and I are on board."

"So are we going on a car trip together?"

"If you want to, we can totally carpool," Blaine said. "Your car or ours. Whichever you prefer."

"You sure Kevin will be okay driving with me? He didn't want to hear my last cool fact."

"That was my fault," Blaine assured him. "He loves your facts, trust me."

"Superb. I'll go read up on things before the trip. Need to be ready," Starchild beamed at him. "I'll see you around, neighbour."

"Bye," Blaine said before Starchild began talking again.

"One last fact before you go," he said with a devilish smile. "A blowjob works better than washing a kitchen."

With that Starchild left.

Blaine laughed to himself. The man had a point. But he doubted it was a way to solve relationship problems. So he readied himself to go talk to Kurt. He wasn't looking forward to it at all, but he had to.

The house was silent. He looked around the first floor but Kurt wasn't there. So he walked upstairs and into the room they now shared. He wasn't there either.

"Kurt?" he called out, carefully opening the doors to the bathroom. It was empty.

Something heavy settled into his stomach. Kurt must have moved back to the guest room.

Blaine was right. He knocked on the door of the room and Kurt opened it not long after.

"Hey," Blaine said rather awkwardly. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," Kurt said after a long sigh.

Blaine walked into the smaller room and sat down on Kurt's bed with the other following him. He tried to ignore the fact that Kurt was not wearing pants.

"Before I apologise, can you explain me, why you got so angry?"

"Because you were making fun of me," Kurt explained with a frown. "I thought it was obvious."

"I wasn't making fun of you. It was the situation that made me laugh..."

"But you don't have to repeatedly laugh about it."

"I'm sorry I did… But it's not really about the dog, is it?" Blaine asked, worried.

"No," Kurt hung his head defeated. "In high school people used to make fun of me because I was different. Now, some of my colleagues are making fun of me because my dad is my boss. They think that I only got my job because of that. So when you started laughing at me... I guess I'm just sensitive about it."

"That's natural," Blaine said with a sympathetic smile. "But trust me, I would never mock you like that. I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"I know," Kurt said. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"Speaking of which… Starchild now thinks that you hate his facts."

"Shit, I'm a horrible person," Kurt hid his face in his hands. "I'll apologise to him. And I'm so sorry I ruined our first date..."

"It was as much my fault as it was yours... I could have listened to you when you told me to stop. So I'm sorry too. But you could have explained me why it got you upset."

"I'll make sure to communicate better next time... So, we are good then?" Kurt asked hopefully.

"The best," Blaine assured him with a smile and a short kiss. "I have an idea how you could apologise to Starchild."

"Bake chocolate chip 'sorry' cookies?"

"Are you reading my mind, Hummel?" Blaine asked mock scandalised.

"No, I just know by now that your idea of the best apology is my amazing baked goods. Especially when you get to taste the first batch to make sure they are good enough."

"You wouldn't want to apologise with cookies that are not sweet enough, would you?"

"I wouldn't. I'm so glad I have you to make sure my apology is proper," Kurt said, hardly able to stop himself from smiling.

"You are very welcome," Blaine said solemnly. "Do you need help with the cookies?"

"And by help you mean eating chocolate chips?"

Blaine shrugged. "I'm good at it," he said with a smile.

"Come on, assistant, let's bake," Kurt tugged him.

"Do I have to take my pants off too?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at his boyfriend.

"Pantless cooking?" Kurt perked up at the suggestion. "As much as I'd like to do that, it's probably not proper… How about I put pants on?"

"Ruining my fun, Hummel," Blaine let out an exasperated sigh, watching as Kurt put on a pair of sweatpants.

The cookies were extremely delicious, Blaine concluded after testing the first batch. The second was taken to Starchild, who decided to keep them until the weekend, to make sure everyone was blessed with the goodness.

Before parting he had promised Kurt to refrain from dog pee facts in the future. Kurt thanked him gratefully.

On Friday Blaine held auditions for the play and all main parts were voted unanimously by the judges - Blaine, Sugar, Sheldon, and Will.

The kids also voted for including the glee club in the play so they also needed to work it all out. But it could wait until the next week, Blaine decided.

When the class ended Blaine and Sugar hurried to go back home.

"Are you and Kevin ready?" she asked in the car.

"We are packed and ready to leave whenever everyone else get ready," Blaine said, texting Kurt to let him know he was on his way. "I wanted to ask you one thing..."

"Go ahead, sweetheart."

"If a kid starts acting... a little off? Maybe gets uncharacteristically quiet... What should I do?"

"Talk to me and then I will set up a meeting with the kid's parents or guardians so the issue can be solved," she said, killing the engine. "What's going on?"

"It's Beth," Blaine said. "She used to be so cheerful in my class and whenever I was babysitting her, you know? She looks pretty down lately. I asked her if anything was wrong. She said her parents were yelling a lot at night. She asked me if it could be because of her."

"I knew their fights would harm her... Dammit," Sugar cursed. "We can talk to Puck and Quinn over the weekend. It will be easier in the informal surroundings."

"Maybe we should wait until after the trip?" Blaine suggested. "Let them have a normal weekend."

"You have a point. Maybe this trip will help them solve their latest issue… I'll look into it…" the woman said thoughtfully and started the engine again.

An hour later Blaine was sitting in a car again, only this time it was Starchild's. Carpooling with him was an interesting experience. The man turned on a three hour long documentary on how dead human bodies could be used in science and shushed them every time one of them wanted to say anything.

Kurt and Blaine ended up texting each other the whole trip.

"This was so much fun!" Starchild beamed when they finally reached the lake house. "I have a documentary on elephants for the trip back. Can't wait for Sunday!"

"Get your stuff and follow me inside," Sugar told everyone as she went to get her bag from the car trunk.

As a great host she showed everyone where they would be staying and left them to unpack. The room was spacious and light. Furnished for a comfortable stay, Kurt noted, looking where to put the clothes.

"Um, there are condoms, lube, and champagne in the bathroom," Kurt said upon checking.

"Maybe someone had left them there?" Blaine asked, walking inside to see for himself.

"There is a note saying 'Dear Kevin and Brian, enjoy your stay' next to the things... It feels like we are in some fancy hotel."

"Does that mean we get to steal the towels too?" Blaine joked, looking at the pack of condoms. "They got my size right. That's weird. Should I be worried? Maybe Sugar has some hidden cameras in our bedroom."

"Yeah, 'cause that's realistic," Kurt laughed. "Let's put our stuff away and go downstairs. The longer we stay here, the more suspicious they will get."

"Don't want them to think I'm ravishing you?" Blaine teased him.

"M-hm, don't want the others to get jealous that I get to be with you," Kurt smiled before giving him a chaste kiss.

By the time everyone got settled in it was rather late. They were tired and didn't want to do anything. Hence, a peaceful evening with wine or beer, chatting about everything and nothing.

"We should totally play truth or dare," Sugar suggested cheerfully when the conversation began to die out. "Kevin, Brian, and Starchild must always choose truth so we can learn all their darkest secrets."

"It's called truth or dare, not truth or truth," Kurt said, looking pointedly at the woman.

"Trust me, truth is the safest option with these," Artie laughed. "I was once dared to roll to the end of the street naked. I was lucky not to be spotted by some paparazzi. But the old lady passing by was very happy to accompany me... She actually turned around so she could walk with me."

"What lady wouldn't be happy to see you naked?" Sugar asked sultrily.

"Sugar has a point," Puck nodded thoughtfully. "You definitely have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Enough about that," Artie said and took a big sip of beer, consequently choking. "Starchild, you can go first," he said, coughing.

"Jolly!" the man exclaimed and looked around, stopping at Blaine. "Brian, truth or truth?"

"Oh my, I don't know... Maybe truth?" he said, faking doubt.

"Alright. When Tutankhamun was mummified, what was done to his penis?"

He waited expectantly while the others looked at him unimpressed.

"Have you ever played this game?" Kurt asked.

"Back when I was a kid," Starchild said after a moment. "Brian, either give me the truth or you will have to kiss me."

"What?" Blaine asked surprised. "I thought the penalty was drinking a shot of alcohol," he looked around for others' approval.

"This is even better!" Sugar clapped. "The one asking question chooses penalty."

"This isn't fair!" Blaine said, glancing at Kurt, who was smirking. "How do I know about some old dude's dick?"

"You should probably pay more attention to Starchild then," Kurt shrugged innocently.

"You know the answer..." Blaine said and Kurt only smiled at him. "Was it one of the crazy facts? I don't know... Was it put in a jar like some organs?"

"No," Starchild said excitedly, making a kissy face. "Come here big boy!"

Blaine looked at Starchild and gulped audibly. He didn't want to do this. Just like not long ago he was forced to kiss someone. He felt sick.

It was just a game, he had to remind himself. Just a game.

He felt Kurt's hand on his knee and saw a worried look changing the smirk. "How about a second-hand kiss?" he asked Starchild.

"What do you mean?" the man looked at him puzzled.

"I really don't like others touching my man..." Kurt stated seriously. "So I would kiss you and then Brian. I would be... the middle man."

"Well, if that's what you prefer, I don't mind kissing you," Starchild shrugged and threw himself at him.

Blaine watched as Starchild latched onto Kurt's lips. It lasted no more than a second, but it was enough for Blaine to feel a beast inside him waking up. Nobody should be allowed to kiss Kurt but him. As long as they were together, Kurt was his and his only.

"Your turn," Kurt said to him when Starchild pulled away with an extra loud pop.

Kurt touched Blaine's lips with his just for a moment, but Blaine wasn't having it. He pulled Kurt back to give him a proper kiss. The kind that would let everyone know whose Kurt was and who Blaine belonged to. He didn't pull away until he heard the others whistling.

"Now I'm disappointed I went with Kevin's second-hand kiss idea," Starchild said, pouting. "Brian is so much more passionate."

"And I thought Kevin was the possessive one," Quinn laughed.

Blaine lowered his head, his cheeks on fire. He wasn't possessive. He just wanted his boyfriend all for himself.

Maybe he was possessive. He had never had a chance to test it after all.

"I'm yours and yours only," Kurt's assuring words followed by a fond smile made him look up.

"Just making sure Starchild knows that," he laughed lightly.

"In my defence, you were the one I wanted to kiss in the first place," Starchild said. "No offence, Kevin."

"None taken," Kurt said. "My man is irresistible, I know this much."

"Definitely a keeper," Sugar nodded. "Brian, your turn."

"Um... Artie, truth or dare?" he asked, having no plan what to ask or make the man do.

"I don't want to risk it so I choose truth," he said.

"Ah..." Blaine thought, picking his brain. "What's... the craziest thing you have ever done on set?"

"Boooring," Sugar yawned demonstratively.

Artie laughed. "Not long ago Cooper Anderson and I were the only ones on set and we got quite drunk. I filmed him just for fun and the shots were so good they made it into the final cut. Basically, in some scenes he is actually drunk. You'll see when the movie comes out."

They all laughed and didn't notice Blaine's longing smile.

"Sugar, truth or dare?" Artie attacked his wife.

"Dare, bunny!" she said excitedly. "Oh no," she added when her husband picked up Kurt's baked cookie.

"Eat this, dear," he said, raising the baked good to her mouth.

"Ah, what if I don't?" she asked uncomfortably.

"Why wouldn't you? It's easy," Puck said. He was the only one who hadn't picked up on Sugar's difficulty of eating. They avoided the word 'disorder'.

"Actually," Blaine grabbed a cookie and took a bite, "Kevin used low-fat products when making these. They are very low calorie," he lied.

"They are?" Starchild asked, startled, and spat what he had in his mouth. "Eww..."

"Is it okay if I have half of it?" Sugar asked. "It's huge."

"Half the cookie and three baby carrots then," Artie bargained.

"Deal," Sugar agreed and took a bite tentatively. She closed her eyes and moaned at the taste. "It's worth a sin."

"Pf," Starchild rolled his eyes. "Low calorie... Bullshit. It's not real food. I take my forgiveness back, Kevin, you traitor," he added, glaring at Kurt.

Sugar fulfilled her dare and it was her turn now. "I'll show you how this game is played. Brian, truth or truth?"

"You make it sound as if I have a choice," Blaine laughed, emptying his wine glass. Kurt hurried to offer him more. "Thanks, but it's enough for tonight."

"How did you lose your virginity?" Sugar asked.

"Ooh, good one," Puck laughed, offering the woman a high-five, which she gladly accepted.

A middle age married man fucked me doggie style, Blaine thought.

It's not truth, another voice told him. It sounded strangely like Kurt.

Blaine looked at him and remembered. It was his choice what to call losing virginity. It wasn't with his first or last client. It was with the person he wanted to be intimate with. In some sense, Kurt took his virginity.

"Well, it was with Kevin actually," he said, looking at his boyfriend. "He was very sweet and caring. Made me feel like nothing else, but us existed. There weren't, you know, rose petals, candles, or romantic music playing in the background, but it was perfect nevertheless. Hands down one of my favourite memories."

Kurt looked lovingly at him and Blaine pecked his lips. This man in front of him was extraordinary. He doubted he would ever meet anyone like him.

"Who topped?" Puck asked, ruining the moment

"It's one question only," Kurt said, looking angrily at him. Hisface was turning rather dark shade of pink.

"But, if you have been together for three years and Brian is twenty three now... You were twenty when you lost your virginity?" Puck clarified unimpressed. "And I thought Kevin was a prude."

"I think it's sweet," Quinn glared at her husband. "I wish I had waited for someone special too."

"You lost your virginity to me," Puck reminded her.

"I rest my case," the woman said.

"Did you know that crocodiles can digest a steel nail?" Starchild asked out of the blue.

"Really?" Kurt hurried to show interest.

"Wow, didn't know that. Tell us more," Sugar asked, glancing at Puck, whose anger was becoming more and more visible.

Blaine caught up with the rest and asked, "How exactly does that work?"

Starchild looked at them surprised. "Didn't know you, guys, were reptile lovers," he said. "Well, it's because of how acidic their stomachs are."

"That's so cool," Sugar said, faking interest. They weren't fooling anyone. Maybe except Starchild.

"In what way were you not satisfied?" Puck asked, glaring at his wife.

"Hey, Puck, I have this awesome Belgian beer," Artie said, taking the situation in his hands. "I've been waiting for company that would appreciate it. Would you mind giving me a hand in the garage?"

Puck looked back at Quinn, who said nothing. "Do I ever say 'no' to beer?"

"You don't," Quinn muttered silently. Luckily, Blaine seemed to be the only one who heard.

"You look ready to bite Puck's head off," Blaine said when Puck rolled Artie out. "Did you have another fight?"

"You could say so," Quinn said, uncomfortable.

"Why are you still together?" Starchild asked. "Seems insane with how much you hate him."

"I don't hate him. We just don't see eye to eye. If it wasn't for Beth..."

"This is not good to Beth," Blaine shook his head. "I've been meaning to talk to you..." he said looking questioningly at Sugar, who nodded at him.

"Brian came to me with some sensitive issue..." she said carefully. "We can talk about it later in private."

"Just say it," Quinn said, defeated. "You all already know about our problems."

"Beth has been getting rather quiet at kindergarten," Blaine explained, carefully choosing words. "She... hears you two fighting at night. And because you pretend things are okay in front of her, she thinks you are silently fighting because of her."

"Oh my..." Quinn gasped, covering her mouth. "We were always careful not to let her hear..."

"You could try the couple's therapy again. With a better therapist this time," Sugar offered gently. "If you want to be with Puck for Beth, the least you can do is try to stop fighting. It would be good for you, too. I can ask my therapist if he knows any good specialist."

"I don't know..." Quinn hesitated.

"You could also talk to Beth," Blaine suggested. "She is very mature and smart for her age. Let her know you and Puck have some temporary issues and they don't involve her. What you are doing right now is hurting her."

The young woman looked close to tears when Artie and Puck returned. They took their previous spots and Puck was definitely surprised when he felt his wife's hand on his. The others pretended to not see anything.

It was nearing two in the morning when the friends called it a night.

Kurt and Blaine, despite feeling exhausted, went to take a quick shower together. They hadn't intended to use the hosts' gifts but things got rather heated in the shower. After making sweet love they fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning the maid woke everyone up with a steaming hot coffee in bed. It was too hot to drink straight away so Kurt decided to pass time by leisurely devouring Blaine's mouth. Not that Blaine complained.

During breakfast Puck learned the mystery that had been bugging him. With a slap on both Blaine's and Kurt's butts he concluded that Kurt bottomed. No matter how angry he was, Kurt didn't deny it.

"I knew it!" he yelled and Artie gave him some cash.

Kurt and Blaine refrained from comments.

After breakfast Sugar and Artie gave them the tour outside. Even though it was cold, it was beautiful nevertheless. The place was secluded and the only way to see them was from the other side of the lake. Blaine loved it.

It started raining not long into their tour. They went inside and got comfortable in the living room where they played Monopoly. Quinn and Artie didn't join them, preferring watching TV.

Blaine was having fun. He hadn't played the game since high school and was a little rusty, but soon remembered his favourite strategy. Not long after that he was beating the others.

He was about to buy yet another hotel when someone switched the channel and news came up.

"...businessman John Travis was killed over two months ago and police had not arrested anyone for the murder. Until now. Our trusted source says that the infamous Mike Chang has been arrested this morning. We still don't know how the two were connected, but..."

The channel switched again and was now playing music.

Blaine looked at Kurt with big eyes, not knowing what emotion he wanted to portray.

"Let's take a break," Kurt suggested. "It's been almost two hours and I'm getting tired of Brian buying the whole property..."

"Let's just call it quits," Sugar said. "I'm never playing with you again, Brian. I'm used to winning, but with you it's impossible."

"Sorry..." Blaine said none-apologetically. "Kevin, would you like a drink?"

"I do," Kurt said, standing up. "Should we bring anything for anyone?"

The others all refused and Kurt and Blaine went to the kitchen. They found the maid there, but she left as soon as they told her they didn't need anything from her. Finally they were left alone.

"Did you hear the news?" Blaine asked.

Kurt nodded. "I did. I'll text my boss. I'm surprised we haven't heard from him yet if Mike was really arrested."

"Maybe he is waiting for more information..." Blaine said, biting his bottom lip. "Kurt, what does that mean to us?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"If the killer is arrested, the trial will take place very soon. It's almost over for us..." Blaine said, his hands resting on Kurt's hips. He wanted to feel him close. For as long as he had.

"We don't know that," Kurt argued. "Trials take a while. Especially in murder cases. We still have time."

"We do..." Blaine nodded with a heavy heart. No matter how long they had, it wouldn't be enough.

A doorbell rang through the house and soon a baby's cry followed. There were four voices. Artie and Sugar, some girl and then... Blaine knew that voice.

"Shit," he cursed in a whisper, listening attentively. It couldn't be. And yet he knew it was.

"Guys! Come meet our guests," Sugar's voice shrieked.

"I thought it would only be us," Kurt said confused. He took Blaine's hand and walked to the front door. Blaine could hardly move his legs.