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The moment they stepped outside the building Kurt's good mood disappeared. He grabbed Blaine by his right arm and pointed the gun at his side. Blaine didn't struggle or move much as last time, he simply kept up with Kurt's long strides. Unlike the day before, the people around them didn't seem to notice the gun or chose to ignore it as they walked by them. When they reached a smaller intersection like the one the day before Kurt stopped walking.
"Call for help," Kurt finally said when a public phone came in sight. "I'll watch from here to make sure you're safe."
"You know you could fight this," Blaine said quickly, causing Kurt to let go and turn around to face him. "I can say that running to the ghetto was my idea." Kurt continued staring at him processing what he was saying. "My father would believe that, he thinks I'm reckless. He has a lot of influence, Kurt. He can get you a lawyer. He could make a deal with those Timekeepers."
Kurt shook his head. "I'm pretty sure that Timekeeper doesn't make deals."
Blaine stared at Kurt for a long moment as he tried to come up with some way to convince him that he still had a chance at living. "What are you gonna do? Steal?"
"Is it stealing if it's already stolen?" Kurt finally answered after thinking about it before he took the gun he'd placed at the back of his jeans. "Here, just in case. I'll be right here."
Kurt had stepped closer to him as he handed the gun, wrapping his hands around Blaine's. Finally, Blaine knew that it was going to take more than words to get to Kurt. As he looked up at Kurt, he took a few steps towards the phone before turning around and catching Kurt by surprise as he leaned up to press their lips together. Blaine's free hand went from Kurt's neck to his cheek and Kurt responded quickly wrapping one of his arms around Blaine's waist to press him closer. Blaine had been right about the connection, he could literally feel himself burning up as they kissed. He felt more alive than he ever had before. His free hand went to Kurt's chest as he gripped the shirt he was wearing, before Kurt pulled back slowly to look at him.
Blaine leaned in for one more lingering kiss, before letting go and walking towards the phone. He didn't dare look back at Kurt knowing that he would go back to him and never call his father. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear before dialing his house.
"Father?" he spoke quickly the moment he heard someone pick up on the other line.
"Blaine," he heard his father reply.
"You couldn't spare a second, father? I wish I could say I'm surprised." His father remained quiet on the other line. "Did you hear what I just said?"
"You know I would do anything for you. They're coming to get you, they know where you are."
Blaine had began to turn around when he heard those words and managed to spot Sebastian rounding on Kurt who hadn't seen him with a pointed gun.
"Kurt, look out!" he yelled as he dropped the phone and a moment later a gun went off.
Blaine saw Sebastian fall to the ground before he realized that he'd been the one to shoot. He stared at his raised hand before running over to Kurt who was moving towards Sebastian and kicking his fallen gun away.
Kurt could have kicked himself for being so careless. If Blaine hadn't yelled at him he could well be dead by now. When he saw Sebastian fall to the ground, he knew he had to act quick in case there were other Timekeepers nearby.
After making sure Sebastian wouldn't be able to reach his gun he watched Blaine jog past him to pick it up before moving towards the open car behind them. Kurt turned his attention back to Sebastian who was still alive and looking up at him. He crouched down before taking Sebastian left arm to look at his timer.
"Sorry, to disappoint you," Sebastian's said in a strained voice. "We don't keep much on us. It's to discourage thieves... like you."
Kurt scoffed. He was the one with the upper hand right now seeing how Sebastian was the one in the ground with a pointed gun to his chest. Still, he decided that he'd be the better and bigger man in this situation.
He took Sebastian's right arm with his, looking at the timer on Sebastian's hand go up as he said, "Think of this as a gift."
Sebastian looked up at him confused as three hours left Kurt's timer and into his.
"Kurt, come on!" Blaine yelled from the car as he stood up pointing his gun at Sebastian. He walked back as Sebastian stared down at his timer which now had four hours and forty-five minutes on it.
Kurt knew he could have killed Sebastian, but what good would that have done? It would just have worsened things for him. He was already a runaway in New Greenich, he was not about to become a killer in Lima, the only place where he could still hide. As he ran towards the driver side of the car he became aware of the people that were watching them.
Once in the car he saw Sebastian get up, clutching his right arm before he sped away.
Five minutes later as he drove them towards the edge of Lima, Blaine finally spoke, "I didn't mean to shoot him, I wanted to scare him."
"I think you did both," Kurt said as he looked back once again to make sure they weren't being followed.
"You could say thank you," Blaine said as he played with the gun.
Kurt reached over to take the gun away and put it in the back seat, "Thank you." Blaine rolled his eyes at him. "What do you got?"
"Ten hours," Blaine said looking down at his timer. "Why did you give him time?" he asked confused. "You should have taken his."
It took him a moment to realize what Blaine's word implied. Taking Sebastian's time meant killing him. Kurt looked at Blaine wanting him to realize what he had just said, but Blaine simply stared back still waiting for an answer.
"Timekeepers live day to day," Kurt finally explained realizing there was more in common between him and Sebastian. "It'll be hours before the others show up. He could die in the ghetto, he still might."
Kurt continued driving, not even sure where, he just knew they had to keep moving. Blaine didn't press the matter, simply remained quiet next to him.
He let his mind go back to the kiss. It had been amazing. It had made him forget that he was currently being looked for or the fact that they had been in public. It had also made him realize that he'd fallen for Blaine. Blaine who he was only supposed to have used to get to Mr. Anderson's good side. Now he didn't even care about that, he just simply wanted to keep Blaine safe and alive. However, that was much easier said than done.
"They're gonna think you're with me," Kurt finally said looking over at Blaine.
"Yes," Blaine said still looking out the window. "This is a mess."
"Welcome to my world."
Sebastian cradled his arm as he walked through a crowd of people. They all looked at him, some yelling and others laughing at his misfortune. He hated Kurt. And now Blaine, for having embarrassed him like that. First they shot him and then they stole his car. But he hated Kurt more for giving him those extra hours.
He hadn't even been able to call Nick or Jeff, as one of the idiots that saw what happened ripped the phone cord before he could get to it. Instead, he'd had to walk towards the Timekeeper's entrance to the zones where surely one of the two would come. They had still insisted on coming before he left, but he told him to wait an hour or two before setting out for Lima.
There was a crowd following him when he finally saw the black Timekeeper's car approach him. It stopped a few feet away before he saw Nick get out of it with a gun in hand. "Back off," Nick said loudly to the people in front of him so Sebastian could walk to him.
The crowd stopped moving, but continued shouting at them.
"You've been shot," Nick said looking at the blood in Sebastian's hand. "I was worried you'd time out." He reached out for Sebastian's timer before stopping as he saw the remaining two hours on it. "Where did you get that?"
Sebastian ignored his question. Nick would notice something like that. Sebastian always had the reputation of leaving headquarters with less hours than they were required to. He'd left with two and a half earlier, so Nick was probably expecting to find him with minutes left on his timer.
He wanted to get out of Lima as soon as possible and get his arm treated. He got inside the car before signing in to the system, calling Jeff and asking him to let Mr. Anderson that he'd be stopping by his office later that day.
Afterward, he told Nick that they'd need to prepare a report to put on the news to alert everyone that Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson were being looked for. He was done playing games.
Kurt drove towards Zone 7, where he finally parked a few feet away from the main road.
"What are we gonna do? We can't keep driving around in this car, it's a cop car," Blaine pointed out looking at Kurt.
Kurt smiled as he turned on the engine, "So let's make an arrest."
He turned on the siren as he drove towards the road and stopped in the middle. The limousine heading their way pulled over. Kurt told Blaine to wait before he got out of the car. He walked over to the driver's seat and knocked on the window with the gun. The chauffeur rolled down the window before looking at him.
"Was I going too fast?" the young man asked.
"Hmm, not fast enough," Kurt answered. "The mistake you made was stopping." The man gave him a confused looked before Kurt pointed his gun at him. "Now, lets see who you have back there." The man shook his head. "There has to be a year or two someone isn't using."
Kurt was just about to speak again when a bullet went through the passenger door.
"Whoa!" he yelled before turning around to find Blaine pointing his own gun at the limousine.
"It went off," Blaine apologized. "I was just trying to help."
Kurt looked at him, ready to scold him about how a gun was not a toy when he saw the driver unlocking the back door. Well, at least it had helped speed up things.
Kurt walked to the door before holding it open. "Come on."
A man dressed in a suit stepped out. He looked from Kurt to Blaine, the ladder had his gun pointed at the driver in front.
"I'd like to say your money or your life, but your money is your life," Kurt said as he watched the man remove the gloves he was wearing to hold out his hand.
"How dare you steal from me," the man fumed harshly as they linked their hands together.
"Don't think of it as stealing."
"No?" the man shot back.
Kurt looked down to his timer. "Think of it as repossession. I'm gonna leave you with what I've had almost everyday of my life. One day."
The man looked beyond surprised and scared. "One day? Are you insane?"
"You could do a lot in a day," Kurt said before something on the man's arm caught his eye. "Those are nice."
The man glared as he removed the silver cufflinks from his suit and handed them over. Kurt stared at him as he walked over to Blaine and gave them to him. "I owe you these."
"You shouldn't have," Blaine said smiling as he took them.
Kurt smiled back before turning to the driver and raising his own gun. "You out."
The driver nodded as he stumbled to get out quickly. Blaine went around the car and got in as Kurt slid into the driver's seat. He gave a small wave to the two men before he drove away.
Two hours later, as the sun was readying to set he found a hill and parked near a large tree. They both climbed to the back of the car and sat down next to each other.
Blaine, who seemed to be familiar with these kinds of car, pulled out a small TV and turned it on.
"I'm sure there are drinks here," he muttered.
Kurt looked too in all the small cabinets before stopping as he heard the news report saying his name. They both sat back and looked at the images of Kurt by the bridge where Jesse had been in.
"Kurt Hummel, prime suspect in the murder of Jesse St. James is believed to be traveling with Blaine Anderson, son of financier timer, Bill Anderson." There were clips of Kurt at his hotel in New Greenich and then of him with Blaine running together after their encounter with Minute Men. The next image was their head-shot pictures, used in their ID's from when they turned twenty-five, right next to each other. "Citizens are asked to exercise extreme caution-"
Kurt turned off the TV having heard enough. Great, he was a fugitive of the law.
"We look cute together," Blaine commented after a moment and Kurt could hear the smile on his voice.
Kurt scoffed quietly before shaking his head. "It doesn't say you're wanted."
"It doesn't say I'm not," Blaine responded as he leaned back on the seat to look at him. "You've forgotten I shot a cop. I admit not very well," he muttered the last part.
Kurt couldn't help, but laugh at that. "It was your first time," he whispered smiling. "Hey, I could say I made you do all of it, you can go back," he added seriously when Blaine went quiet and turned to look out the window.
"Go back to what?" Blaine snapped. "Do I really want to spend my whole life trying not to die by mistake?"
Kurt looked at Blaine before reaching for his hand. "A lot of people would say being here is a mistake." Blaine shook his head, before he continued, "I don't have a choice."
It was like he'd told Blaine before; it wasn't their fault they'd been born with this.
Blaine looked down as he moved closer to Kurt. "I'm starting to think that I don't either."
They stayed quiet before Blaine looked up and leaned in to kiss him. This time Kurt didn't fight his body when they began pressing against each other. He only pulled back momentarily to ask, "Are you sure?"
"More than sure," Blaine whispered before he began to remove Kurt's shirt.
"This hostage situation will be quickly resolved," Sebastian heard Mr. Anderson from his desk when he stepped inside his office. When Mr. Anderson saw him he immediately picked up his phone and motioned for him to wait. "Everything is under control. We'll talk soon."
Sebastian looked at the giant monitor screen in front of Mr. Anderson's desk. It had a map of the world, divided by historic time zones. On the far left was a chart he recognized. It was like the one back at the Timekeeper's headquarters, the chart showed the time a zone had per capita for their district. Except this one wasn't divided by zone, but by districts in the state.
"Timekeeper," Mr. Anderson finally addressed him. "After this regrettable incident it really isn't necessary for you to come in person."
"I'm afraid it really is necessary," he said still looking at the map in front of him.
He knew Mr. Anderson was aware of what had happened earlier, after all he'd had the hospital bill sent to him.
Mr. Anderson looked at him confused. "When can we hope for a rescue?"
Sebastian faced him before responding, trying to keep his voice from sounding frustrated. "I believe that's the point, he doesn't appear to want to be rescued."
He was sure he didn't need to remind Mr. Anderson of the fact that Blaine had shot him.
Mr. Anderson looked overwhelmed before he sighed. "Mr. Smythe... Sebastian, may I call you Sebastian?" Sebastian didn't respond, but simply waited for Mr. Anderson to continue whatever it was he was going to say. "I blame myself. I invited the man to my home after all. He had so much time, how as I supposed to know? Of course, Blaine brought this on himself by his lack of vigilance. That's why I always try to keep him close, but he is clearly under Kurt Hummel's control."
Sebastian remained quiet. He knew Mr. Anderson was only fooling himself. He hadn't been there. He hadn't seen his son call Kurt to hurry before they left in his car.
Mr. Anderson realized this quickly before he spoke again as he uncovered his timer. "If it's a matter of resources, I'm happy to make a contribution. It's a scandal what we pay our Timekeepers."
Sebastian nodded because he felt it's what he had to do. However, as he told himself, he was done playing games. "I've issued a warrant for your son's arrest. If he contacts you and you assist him in any way, I will issue a warrant for your arrest."
He immediately knew he'd hit a nerve as Mr. Anderson dropped the 'nice guy' act and stood up. "There's nothing I cannot buy. Now, how many of my years do you want?" he asked with a cold smile.
"There aren't enough years, not even in your lifetime, Mr. Anderson." Sebastian responded shaking his head before walked away. "Goodnight."
To their luck it seemed that the man they'd taken the car from was going somewhere as they found a suitcase in the trunk along with gift bags. Even more to their luck, at the back of the trunk was a travel size blanket. They both went back inside the car and huddled together as night engulfed them.
They continued kissing before Kurt gave a happy sigh.
"I'm so glad I found you," Blaine whispered as their eyes met.
"I still think there's something wrong with you for thinking I'm a good thing in your life," Kurt joked before Blaine straddled him and showered him with kisses.
He stopped only to ask shyly, "Was I good?"
"What?" Kurt asked sitting up. "Yeah. Wait, this wasn't your first time was it?"
Blaine looked down before shaking his head. They kissed each other slowly before Kurt pulled away. "What's wrong?" Blaine immediately asked.
"Nothing. I just... there wasn't someone else right? I mean, I didn't take you away from someone did I?" Kurt asked.
Blaine shook his head again. "No," he said softly. "I promise. I- if it's about me not being a virgin... it's silly, but I only lost it as a form of rebellion against my father."
Kurt smiled at this and tried not to laugh. "Really?"
"Yeah," Blaine said grinning now. "It was to the son of one of my father's business partners. His name was Jeremiah and he was older than me by a few years. It was shortly after I turned 18."
"So, safe to say you weren't in love with the guy?" Kurt asked.
Blaine looked at him seriously before he said, "We don't fall in love in New Greenich. People get married because it'll be beneficial to them. Just like in the old days when there were kings."
"They didn't have to worry about time, though, only money and land," Kurt said with a sigh. Blaine laid down on top of Kurt, his head on Kurt's chest and listened to his heartbeat. "I think this is the first time I've felt something during it," Kurt admitted.
Blaine raised his head and looked at Kurt with a small smile. "And I think I might be falling in love you, Kurt Hummel."
"Well, I think you're insane," Kurt said leaning in to kiss him. "Blaine Anderson."
The next day they finished the bread and water that had been in the small fridge inside the limousine.
"I think if you're going to be with me then you should at least know how to use a gun," Kurt stated as they rummaged through the gift bags.
"What?" Blaine asked as he pulled out a silk dress and tossed it aside. "I know how to use a gun! My aim may not be the best, but I know how to shoot!"
Kurt laughed as he ran his fingers through a cashmere sweater. "Put this on. Also, you admitted to accidentally shooting Sebastian and the limousine yesterday. You are getting lessons and that is that, Anderson."
Blaine stuck out his tongue as he put on the sweater.
A few hours later, after some fooling around, Kurt stood leaning against the hood of the car with Blaine's back pressed against his chest. He showed Blaine the different parts to a gun and what they did before getting to the most important one.
"This is called a trigger," Kurt explained into Blaine's ear who gave a sigh as he put both of his hands around the gun and pointing forward. "And you don't pull it until you actually want to shoot something."
Kurt let go of him as Blaine stood up a bit straighter. A moment later a loud bang came from the gun; Kurt saw Blaine wince at the noise. Well that went well, Kurt thought a bit sarcastically as he removed the gun from Blaine's hands. He placed it on top of the hood before turning his attention to Blaine's back.
"I wanted to shoot something," Blaine announced yet his voice wasn't very convincing.
"Right."
Suddenly Blaine turned around and took a step closer to him before looking up to meet his eyes. "Kurt, if you get a lot of time, are you really gonna give it away?"
Kurt looked down at him before shrugging slightly and attempting to smile. "I've only ever had a day. How much more do you need?" Blaine's expression turned somber and Kurt couldn't help himself from asking, "How can you live with yourself watching people die right next to you?"
"You don't watch, you close your eyes," Blaine recited, remembering his mother telling him those same words when he began asking questions about what happened to people who didn't have enough time. He took a step forward before looking again at Kurt. "I can help you get all the time you want."
Kurt grinned and he smiled back. "How do you propose that?"
"Well, I am Bill Anderson's son. Some of those buildings partially belong to me."
"You would steal from your own father?"
Blaine shrugged. "Is it stealing if it's already stolen?"
Kurt laughed as he took Blaine's hands into his before pulling him back in. "What did you have in mind?"
Blaine immediately suggested that he could take out some of his time from the bank to give away. Kurt however, shot down that idea since it would make it easier to track them down. As they drove back towards timezone twelve, a truck with Anderson's Timelenders printed on the side passed them by. It was then that Kurt finally decided they would have to do a break-in in order to get the time they wanted.
"It'd be easier if we just crashed the truck," Blaine said jokingly as they ate in an empty diner. "Much more messier, but quicker."
"You know," Kurt began suddenly as an idea formed in his head. "That might not be such a bad idea after all."
Blaine looked at him confused until Kurt explained his plan.
Two days later, a truck belonging to Anderson's Timelenders crashed right through one the timelending buildings. As the alarms went off and people scrambled, quick to leave, Blaine and Kurt exited the truck, with Kurt holding a medium sized trunk and his gun.
"Come on," Kurt called to Blaine as they walked through the broken glass and inside the open safe where hundreds of TimeHolders were stacked. Immediately, the two began to pile them inside their trunk before filling it to the top.
"Let's go," Kurt muttered as he closed the trunk.
When they made their way outside the safe there was a crowd watching them.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm happy to announce that Anderson's Timelenders is now offering interest free loans with no payments," Blaine announced looking at the people standing around them.
Kurt added, "Ever."
"So help yourselves and take a day."
"Take a month! Hell, take a year! Come on! Help yourselves! Take it!" Kurt encouraged the people who were beginning to move slowly forward as he and Blaine began to make their way out.
"Take your time, it's free!" Blaine exclaimed as the people realized that no one was stopping them from getting to the TimeHolders.
Quickly a mass of people began to grab and pass TimeHolders. Some quickly transferring the time over to their Timers.
"In over a hundred years there has never been a break-in!" Sebastian spat out as Nick drove as fast as he could towards the wrecked building.
Luckily, Sebastian had been surveying the area with Nick and Jeff when they got the call so they were only a five minute drive away. He knew though who'd done it and that they had most likely already made their getaway.
The moment they stopped in front of the building Sebastian stepped out of the car and took in the sight. The van was still there, TimeHolders were scattered everywhere along with glass, and people were simply standing around doing nothing.
"No one's watching their clocks, huh," he commented as he walked forward. "Get out of here or I'll confiscate every second!"
After a moment of silence he heard Nick tell Jeff, "He must of thought it was a drive-thru."
They were back in Kurt's apartment which seemed to look as exactly has it had when they left it. The total amount of time in the TimeHolders amounted to more than fifty thousand years.
Kurt seemed to be too quiet even though earlier he'd been thrilled about how smoothly their plan had gone.
"I'll be back," Kurt announced before kissing Blaine on his forehead. "My bedroom is on the left."
"Where are you going?" Blaine asked confused as he watched Kurt grab a couple of TimeHolders and put them inside his coat's pocket.
"Something I have to do."
Kurt left his apartment through the back and made his way towards Rachel's apartment. He knew nothing he ever did would make-up for what he'd done. No matter how much time he gave to Rachel it wouldn't bring back Puck to her or their daughter. When he got there, he hid and watched her hang a couple of sheets before Annie could be heard crying from inside. With a sigh, Rachel climbed up the stairs and went inside.
Quickly, Kurt went over to the basket before looking around to make sure no one was watching and he dropped a TimeHolder with five hundred years at the bottom of the basket. He covered it with a towel and left before Rachel could come back. He knew it was a coward thing to do, but as long as Rachel and Annie were taken care of that was all that mattered. He knew Rachel wouldn't spend all of it and she'd use it well. Rachel may never know it was from him, but it was the least he could do.
After an hour of looking through alley's and the one shelter in timezone twelve, Kurt found Alice sleeping near a construction site. She, thankfully, was under a sleeping bag. Kurt looked around carefully before finding her TimeHolder and placing it on his wrist passing over ten years. He could only hope she'd use it well.
Finally, he made his way back home before stopping by the Timeline Mission. The man in charge was just closing the building when Kurt thought quickly of what to do next. He fixed the scarf he had on around his neck, before taking out his gun and pointing it to the man's back.
"Step inside," Kurt grunted moving past the gate. "Don't move," he added as he pressed the man against the bars.
"I don't have much. Everything I have, I give away," the man told him in a scared voice.
Kurt placed his right hand on top of the other man's and began passing a thousand years over. "I know."
The man stared incredulously as the numbers in his timer rose.
"Thank you," the man gasped when Kurt let go and took a step back ready to leave. "Thank you."
The man ran inside as Kurt began jogging away. When he looked back only the "Time" sign was lit up. The few people that were around immediately made their way towards the Mission.
During the next three days there were two break-ins in timezone 12 and timezone 11. Sebastian couldn't understand how they hadn't yet caught Kurt and his sidekick Blaine. They were moving by foot for God's sake!
"I know," Sebastian answered with a sigh to the head Chief of the Timekeepers on the phone, "Yes, sir." He turned around to stare at the map of the state, with timezone 12 colored in orange since it was currently holding more time than it ever had. "I do know that, sir, there are years that shouldn't be there. I will stop him, sir."
The Chief hung up on him and he passed his phone over to Nick. Nick, Jeff and Quinn were sitting down watching him in silence.
"Doesn't he understand he's hurting the very people he's trying to help?"
When no one said anything he walked away.
Mr. Anderson stood in one of the study rooms in his mansion staring at the television screen in front of him.
"Today, Blaine Anderson withdrew some of his 'inheritance' when he and Kurt Hummel robbed his father's time bank for the fourth time in a week," a female reporter spoke from the television.
Blaine was going to send him to the ruins if he continued this act of rebellion. Already investors were talking about pulling out if this mess didn't get fixed soon. He knew his wife was standing in the doorway watching him.
"I give him everything,” he thought out loud. “Does he want to kill me?"
"You were killing him, Bill. You were suffocating him," Mrs. Anderson said softly. "You suffocate us all."
Kurt and Blaine found themselves in a cheap motel a day after their last break-in. It was in the lower part of timezone 12 so it'd been easy to buy all the vacant rooms for themselves.
Blaine had gotten bored and insisted that they play poker. Kurt then suggested strip poker and Blaine agreed. Four games later in which Blaine had lost his bowtie, pants and both socks, he was down to his boxers and shirt.
The two sat in the middle of the queen sized bed facing each other, looking at one another above the cards in their hands. "Call," Kurt said.
Blaine kept a straight face as he showed him the cards on his hand: a ten of hearts, three of spades, a Jack of hearts, two of hearts and an ace of clubs.
When Kurt gave him a small smile, Blaine sighed, threw down his cards to the side and waited for him.
"That's good. Just not as good as that," he commented before showing his hand to Blaine which was made up of a king of spades, a king of hearts, six of clubs, nine of hearts and a five of clubs.
Blaine pouted, "You haven't forgotten how to play cards. Why did I play strip poker with you?"
"Why did you?" Kurt asked innocently as Blaine raised up his hands so Kurt could remove his shirt. When he did he pulled Blaine into a deep kiss and pushed him down on the bed. He felt Blaine get hard underneath and slipped his hand down to palm him.
Blaine gasped into his mouth before letting out a low moan.
Unknown to both of them, Sebastian, Nick, Jeff and a few other Timekeeper's stood outside the hotel.
"Sir," Jeff began, "They're still there."
Nick stood behind Jeff. "How did you know, sir?"
Sebastian had his back to them and the hotel. "This is where the hours and the days are. He's paid them all off." He took out his gun before loading it and turning around. "This is where I would hide."
Inside the hotel Blaine was just unzipping Kurt's jeans when Kurt pulled back. Blaine was about to protest when Kurt glanced to the window then back to him.
Kurt got off him as he went towards the window, "Put your clothes on."
Fuck, Kurt thought as he saw the three Timekeeper's cars outside and the four men making their way inside. No doubt that Sebastian was the one leading them.
Blaine quickly got dressed as Kurt picked up his coat and grabbed the three Timeholders where they'd put all of their time in.
"Come on," Kurt whispered as he reached out for their guns.
Blaine took his hand as Kurt went to open the door to their room. They had just stepped into the hallway when they heard a "Stop!"
Both recognized Sebastian's voice and Kurt immediately led them in the opposite direction. He kicked at the nearest door, which quickly broke and made his way inside. In the room a naked woman yelled as she tried to cover herself.
"We're trapped!" Blaine gasped loudly looking around the room.
"No we're not." Kurt spotted the window and grabbed a chair nearby before throwing it with as much force as he could through the window.
Kurt looked out the window and found that to their luck there was a car parked outside the window. He grabbed for Blaine's hand and pulled him on top of the window ledge.
"Jump. They won't do it," Kurt tried to assure Blaine as they looked down from the second floor window.
Blaine's voice shook with fear, "Then we shouldn't do it."
They looked at one another before leaping out of the window and landing on top of the car with a loud 'thud'. They scrambled off the car before running away from the hotel.
"Come on," Kurt called as they reached the next street and hid behind a tree. Kurt and Blaine looked back to see the blond and brunette Timekeepers staring at them from the window.
"See? They won't jump," Kurt grinned.
A moment later Sebastian appeared as he pushed the other two of his way. He probably saw them by the tree, but a moment later he jumped out from the window and landed on the car.
"So much for your theory," Blaine said as they both watched Sebastian get off the car.
Kurt sighed. "Shit!"
A moment later the two continued running with Sebastian following behind. They made their way across the lot of a still open factory before ducking into an alley. Even though they still had some distance between them, but they hadn't lost him yet.
"Here!" Kurt pointed to a latter on a side of the building. He pushed Blaine towards it who quickly began climbing it. "Go."
Kurt followed, trying to climb as fast as possible with a gun on his hand.
"Stop!" they heard Sebastian below, "Stop!"
A moment later two gun shots were directed at them. Kurt didn't have much time to see if Sebastian was still following as he and Blaine ran across the roof of the building.
"I'm telling you, he'll give up before we do!" Kurt gasped a few moments later.
"You sure about that?" Blaine asked as they crossed a ledge.
A second later a gun shot hit something a feet away from them. "No."
Kurt pushed Blaine forward before he turned around and fired two shots in Sebastian's direction. A few seconds later as Kurt fired another shot in Sebastian's direction they reached the end of the building. Sebastian fired more shots at them from a few feet away. When Kurt fired back he nearly got him, but Sebastian hid behind an AC vent.
"Go," Kurt turned quickly to Blaine who was standing on the edge of a ladder.
"I can't," Blaine protested standing closer to him, not wanting to leave him.
Kurt moved towards the ladder. "You can, go!"
Blaine stopped arguing and made his way down. Kurt quickly fired another shot to Sebastian who had just been stepping out into view. He quickly ducked again.
"Un-fucking-believable!" Kurt muttered astounded at Sebastian's persistence. Any other Timekeeper would have given up the moment he saw them jump out from the window. Timekeepers didn't risk their lives or waste their time chasing the bad guy on rooftops.
In the moment it took Sebastian to step out from behind the vent, Kurt was already climbing down the ladder after Blaine. When the two landed on the ground again they began to run down to the one of the main streets.
Once again, Kurt found himself lucky as a bus stood a few feet away. They were the last two people to get on board. Blaine slid his hand underneath the machine to pay and Kurt followed.
"Hold on," the bus driver said looking at them before he looked out his side mirror. "You two look familiar."
Kurt saw a "Wanted" poster of him and Blaine outside on the street. He didn't know how he'd missed it. A moment later he saw Sebastian running towards the bus from the driver's side mirror.
Kurt extended his right arm to the driver. "How about now?"
The driver placed his wrist on top of Kurt's before taking a few years and nodding. He closed the doors of the bus and quickly began to drive away.
Kurt and Blaine quickly sat down on two empty seats and began to collect their breaths. They'd gotten away. That was all Kurt could think of at the moment. They were alive and had gotten away.
When they got off the bus they walked back to Kurt's apartment where they were hiding the inactive Timeholders. As long as they kept them inactive the time couldn't be detected by Timekeepers.
"That was such a close call," Blaine commented once they were in Kurt's bed resting.
Kurt nodded before kissing Blaine and closing his eyes.
The next day they knew they had a to get a move on, since staying in one place for too long was dangerous.
"Maybe our mistake was going to a cheap motel," Kurt said as they took a bus downtown. "Timezone 12 has one more than mildly decent hotel called the Century. It could take a while before they find us there."
Blaine nodded and ten minutes later they walked into the Century Hotel.
"Welcome to the Century," a very well dressed woman greeted them behind the desk.
"Hi. We're looking for a quiet place to stay," he said motioning to Blaine.
The woman looked at them both before asking, "How many rooms?"
"All of them," Blaine responded with a serious face.
The woman blinked and Kurt quickly spoke before she could say anything. "We were hoping for something long-term. Can we rely on the discretion of your staff?" He raised his sleeve up to show her his timer.
"I'm sure you can," she replied trying to hide a grin on her face.
A few minutes later, Blaine and Kurt made their way up after having paid a very reasonable amount for all of the rooms in the hotel.
Ever since his run in with a man who had a gun, Kurtofsky hadn't had much luck stealing time from anyone. Ever since Kurt Hummel and the rich boy had began breaking in to the time banks, everyone was using their extra time to buy protection. Many now had superior locks on their doors and more bars on their windows. Even more were starting to carry guns. He couldn't afford to fight them either as it would mean putting one of his men or himself at risk of being killed. Killing them was pointless as well since whatever time they had on their timer became useless if they died with it.
"I'm going to find him," Kurtofsky declared as they drove by some factories. The reward for catching Kurt and his friend was ten years, whether they were alive or dead.
The car pulled up in front of a big crowd hanging outside one factory. That had never been possible before as people were always busy moving or trying to get more time. But now because they all had the time thanks to Hummel, they were just lounging around without a care.
"Nobody goes anywhere!" Kurtosky said loudly after he'd stepped out of the car and as his men began to round up those that weren't quick enough to get away.
Azimio and the rest lined up the men against a fence. He already had his gun out as he began to take a few steps to his left.
"You know who I'm looking for. I'm looking for whoever gave this man a month!" He'd walked up to one of the men in the line and pulled his timer into view. "And I'm gonna clean the clocks off of every one of you in this hellhole until someone says something I want to hear." He waited a moment which passed in silence. "I can't hear anything."
He turned his back to them as he took a few steps back and faced Azimio. "Clean it," he ordered pointing towards the man he'd been in front of moments ago.
Azimio made his way forward to grab at the man's left arm as he began to beg for him to stop.
"I don't know where they are! Please. Please!" Three seconds later his body shook before it fell to the ground.
Azimio took a step back, waiting for Karofsky to speak. He smiled before he took a few steps forward to the man on the right of the previous one.
"I believe you're next."
"Um," a man on his further right took a step forward.
Karofsky grinned. "At last, someone's acting reasonably."
The man shrugged. "I just want a share of the reward."
He nodded, then motioned for his men to get inside the car. He walked to the man and led him towards the car. "My young friend you'll get your reward."