Remy's birthday was two weeks after his return.
They were having a simple but elegant party, one whose organization Kurt had surprisingly little to do with. This was a first, and also a relief, because he didn't know if he had it in him to pull off a lavish event in Remy's honor. He accepted the command to purchase for himself a new suit and get a manicure (neither a hardship in Kurt Hummel's world, though his enthusiasm was understandably dimmed).
Blaine's presence was constant but guarded. They could no longer be themselves in most parts of the house.
Kurt received a copy of the script for the show he had been cast in, and tried his best to be happy about it. He buried himself in the memorization of dialogue. He began to use the household gym twice daily again, and also made significant use of the dance studio, working diligently through the choreography the show called for.
At night, he became a spy.
Blaine asked him to copy the hard drive of a laptop Remy kept hidden in their bedroom. He passed on a stack of receipts Remy had tucked away in a desk drawer. He shared bits of the conversations he had with Remy's associates. Before he even realized the scope of it, he was delivering intelligence on Remy to Blaine at least twice a week. They never had more than a few minutes to talk when they disappeared into remote destinations in the house, but they made it work. Still, these meetings were work, not pleasure. He missed Blaine-his Blaine-terribly. For a few days he'd had laughing, beautiful, coming-apart-at-the-seams Blaine, and all he wanted was to find that man again and get lost in him, if only for an hour or two.
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On The Devil's Path
FanfictionWritten by missbeizy on Archive of Our Own. Kurt, a successful stage actor, was married to a wealthy businessman who had subtly taken control over every aspect of his life. After Kurt's husband pressured him into a life in the country, Blaine was hi...
