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'No, don't lug your luggage-'
'You leave me no choice but to-' Blaine tugged one final time at his luggage with excessive force, causing it fly a little higher than intended and knock the boys down
'Blaine!' exclaimed Kurt as the luggage flew towards them and knocked them down. Kurt felt a dull pain in his head from landing unexpectedly on the floor and he glared at Blaine- who was in the same position- before massaging his head. 'You have your own room!' he said angrily.
Blaine stayed on the ground, his ears buzzing. 'What if you run off midnight? I'll stay here, besides, we're friends right?' He opened his eyes to meet Kurt's glare before cowaring and closing his eyes again. 'Why are you so agaisnt this?'
Kurt huffed. ' Well... I um-'. He suddenly recognized that he didn't really know why.
Blaine opened his eyes and sat up, snapping his fingers. ' Aha! You want to run off. So I'll just unpack-' he said, standing up and lugging his suitcase to the dismay of Kurt.
'There's only one bed.' said Kurt, crossing his arms.
'No. The couch is convertable. ' said Blaine, putting his luggage beside the couch. Kurt looks at him, dumbfounded. Blaine smiles as a response. Kurt huffs and throws a pillow at Blaine with force. The boy fell over on the couch. 'OW!' said Blaine, but Kurt merely grabs the case and begin to flip over it.
Blaine didn't seem to admit defeat, for he walked over to Kurt to peek over his shoulder. 'Wha'cha looking at?' In front of Kurt was his suitcase packed with-
'Weaponds.' said Kurt, carefully picking up a handgun and spinning it in his hands. Blaine panicked and grabbed it out of his hands.
'Weaponds? Don't twril the gun. I don't want you to shoot the next door guests. Why do you need weaponds? Are you trained?' rambled Blaine. Kurt rolled his eyes.
'We're chasing after a terrorist. We're gonna at least need a gun if they have a nuclear bomb. I've been trained.' said Kurt, snatching the gun back and putting it in the case. Blaine bit his lip before noticing the file beside Kurt.
'Is that-'
'-the file.' said Kurt. Blaine snatched the papers and looked at them. Surprisingly, His eyes grew more wary than alarmed as he read on. After about the fourth page, Blaine sighed, snapping Kurt out of his tired daze.
'Kurt? Can we consider this? We could get the agency to send another team, they would be backed up in a matter of days. ' said Blaine. Kurt would have glared at Blaine but found he was too tired to. He yawned and Blaine raised his hand to move a stray hair on Kurt's head. Kurt paused and there was an awkward silence.
'No.' said Kurt, remembering what Blaine asked. 'No no no. No way in the depths of-'
'Why?'
'My friends live here. People's families lived here. People's mothe-' Kurt gulped, he had come so close to admiting the reason behind this to himself, and even Blaine. ' People.' His eyes teared a little from being tired and the memories. You know, even after all these years he still missed his mom.
Blaine looked at Kurt, his mouth a little open in understanding. He knew that Kurt didn't do this to prove himself. No, far from that Kurt didn't want to do this if it wasn't for the other people's security. Kurt Hummel was self-less and perfect.
'I am gonna go brush my teeth and do my regime.' said Kurt.
Blaine supposed Kurt was tired and stressed today. He was rather snappish. Sighing, he shuffled over a little and to lie on the bed when something on the bed stabbed him. Cursing, he leapt up and saw it was the hand gun. He was so distracted that he didn't notice a paper slip under the door. Instead, he made his way to his suitcase and changed into a shirt and sweat pants.
By the time Blaine managed to get changed, Kurt walked out in search of something.
'What are you looking for?' asked Blaine.
'Elizabeth Arden face cream .' he said before walking towards the closet. He was about to go back to the bathroom when he stepped on something. He looked down and frowned as he noticed a peice of paper. 'This better not be an advertisement for pizz-' Kurt paused when he noticed the name Chandler in neat hand writing.
'Kurt?' asked Blaine when the silence prolonged. 'What is it?'
Assuming that Blaine was refering the the paper, he looked up. 'It's certainly not an advertisement. It's from Chandler. ' he said, confused.
'Chandler? The body guard?' asked Blaine. 'Read it.'
'Okay. Um.' Kurt flipped the paper open and begin to read.
Dear Kurt,
Although I've only just met you, you seem like a wonderful person, and I would like to know you better. What do you say about desert downstairs at nine?'
Sincerely,
Chandler.
Blaine frowned. His eyes narrowed in competition, but Kurt had other things in mind. He pulled on his shoes and grabbed the case. Blaine's jaw dropped in shock.
'Wait, you're actually going?'
Kurt turned around and looked at Blaine oddly. Blaine cursed himself at possibly having given away his feel- protectiveness.
'He might have something important to say that would help the case.' said Kurt. He was really clueless.
'He doesn't know about the case.'
'But that doesn't mean that he can't know something that would help. ' said Kurt.
How about his crush on you? thought Blaine, bitter as Kurt left the room. He put his head on a pillow before finding Kurt's Elizabeth Arden cream underneath.
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