do you know of any fics where blaine/kurt is a criminal, and the other boy is a detective trying to track them down? similar to 'burn with me' by blackrose1002, but actually finished lol
Enjoy! ~Lynne
You Stole My Breath Away by teilo
Blaine is an FBI agent assigned to the Art Crime Team. He is investigating a rash of valuable works of art that have been stolen and at one point belonged to Jewish families during World War II.
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Catch Me If You Can by @afterthenovels
In the end, catching Kurt Hummel is definitely not what Blaine expected.
Special Agent Blaine Anderson catches con-man and art thief extraordinaire Kurt Hummel twice, and on the second time they strike a deal. They’re supposed to just solve white collar crimes together, but they might even end up solving each other in the process.
A White Collar AU.
Note: There are 9 more stories in this verse HERE.
Criminal Kurt fics please - assassin, drug lord, mobster, thief, serial killer, anything.
Friends Locked in Boxes by quizasvivamos [AO3] (34,162words rated Explicit/NC17)
Set in a medieval era, Kurt & Blaine are assassins from separate brotherhoods. For Blaine, it’s just a job, a way to keep from starving, but, for Kurt, it’s thrilling and puts extra gold in his pocket. When their secret lives collide, and they unknowingly get caught up in a dangerous game, will their instincts kick in before they make a fatal mistake?
*The character death warning does not pertain to Kurt and Blaine.
You Stole My Breath Away by Teilo [AO3](29,784words rated Mature)
Blaine is an FBI agent assigned to the Art Crime Team. He is investigating a rash of valuable works of art that have been stolen and at one point belonged to Jewish families during World War II.
like scarecrows that fuel this flame we’re burning by endofadream [AO3](3,518 words rated Teen&Up)
Kurt Hummel, notorious mob boss risen to power after the untimely death of his father, Burt Hummel, escapes prison and heads off to find his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson.
Citizen Erased by mmerainbows [AO3](52,811 words rated Mature)
Kurt’s life isn’t what he expected it would be when was a young Glee club boy at McKinley. It’s dangerous, it’s dark, and it’s the last place he’d expect a sweet reminder of the boy he used to be to show up.
Summary: Blaine is an FBI agent assigned to the Art Crime Team. He is investigating a rash of valuable works of art that have been stolen and at one point belonged to Jewish families during World War II.
“Why do I always get paired up with Santana for these things?”
“At least you’re not the bartender.”
“At least you’re not pretending to be straight.”
“Why are we running this con again, Blaine?”
“Because if we can get an account number from them, we can get at least four million dollars in 5 minutes.”
Or: Blaine, Nick, Jeff and Santana are con-artists and Kurt has history with Blaine.
A03
8 years since Blaine has seen Kurt
“I’ve got the cameras on a loop, Blaine,” Nick said into the comms unit. “You’re all set.”
“Jeff, make sure no one else comes down this hallway while I’m down here,” Blaine responded.
“Got it.”
“I’m almost into the vault, just a few more – shit.” Blaine turned around when he felt the presence behind him.
“What’s wrong? Blaine? I didn’t see anyone go down the corridor from this end,” Jeff said, the voice barely registering in Blaine’s ear as he began to recognise who was standing in front of him.
“Kurt?” Blaine asked, his eyes widening in surprise. The man in front of him had aged in the 8 years since he’d last seen him, and he was looking fantastic in a well-tailored suit.
“Who the hell is Kurt?” Nick shouted into the comms. “I can’t see anything while the cameras are on the loop. Blaine, do we need to go to the emergency plan?”
“No it’s fine, Nick. Just buy me a few more minutes,” Blaine said, reassuring his crew.
“You’ve got a team here?” Kurt asked, raising his eyebrows. “I’m impressed.”
“You carrying?”
“After what happened last time? God no,” Kurt laughed.
“Are you going to leave us be, or are you pulling something of your own?”
“I was just scoping the place out, but I can’t say I don’t want in on whatever you’ve got going on.”
Blaine ran a hand through his hair and looked at his watch, calculating how much time he had wasted. “Fine, help me get this open and you can take whatever you like.”
“Who the hell is this guy, Blaine?” Nick asked. Blaine ignored him, turning back to the vault and the man he had been recently reacquainted with.
“Jeff, is the mark still occupied?”
“She’s making bedroom eyes at Santana, she’ll be occupied for a while.”
It took Blaine less than a minute to finish cracking the vault and he wasn’t disappointed by what he found inside. Stacks of cash and priceless jewellery sat beside the small sculpture he had planning to take for months. It was a clever plan, to steal an already stolen statue so that it couldn’t be reported missing. And if there happened to be a few stacks of cash and the odd jewel missing, well she would hardly notice it.
“You got what you want?” Blaine asked the man beside him. “We have about two minutes before the guards are due to check on the cameras.”
“I’m all set,” Kurt grinned, stuffing a wad of cash into his inside pocket.
“When we get out of here, we are having a serious talk.”
“Seconded,” Nick agreed through the comms.
Blaine didn’t return to the main ballroom, but once he was outside the back entrance with Kurt beside him, he signalled for the rest of his crew to make their exits as well.
Nick was the first one out and he was sizing Kurt up immediately, looking to Blaine for an explanation. Jeff followed not long after, informing them that Santana was still with the mark. Nick and Jeff left together, while Blaine waited for Santana. He slipped his address and number into Kurt’s pocket when Kurt told him he had to leave, hoping the other man got the hint.
“Santana, I need you out here before anyone notices anything,” Blaine said, and he got a reply soon after into his earpiece.
“I’m on my way now, she was far too clingy,” Santana replied. “Great boobs though.”
Together they returned to Blaine’s apartment, which had become the usual headquarters for their escapades. As soon as she was inside the door, Santana had taken her heels off and flopped onto his couch.
“If I’m having that much fun flirting with a mark, I need to get laid.”
“That makes two of us,” Blaine agreed, loosening his tie and undoing his top buttons.
“So are you going to tell me what the hell happened back there?” she questioned him. “Who is he and why did you let him take what he wanted from the vault? We spent weeks planning this and he’s allowed to waltz in there and take what he wanted?”
“He’s… an old friend, to put it simply. I owed him a favour from a while ago and I couldn’t exactly let him go after what he saw me doing.”
She looked at him, unconvinced, and finally said, “There’s more to it than that. Considering you still have my cut of the heist, I’m not going to stay quiet for now though.”
Blaine went into his bedroom to change out of his suit, and there was a knock at the door as he emerged buttoning up his jeans. Santana shoved the bag from the heist under the couch before Blaine answered the door.
“Puberty’s been good to you, Anderson,” Kurt smirked, leaning against the doorway.
“Santana, I’ll have your cut in the morning,” Blaine said pointedly.
“I’ll back at 8 for it. You better have it, hobbit,” she said, sliding her heels back on and slipping past Kurt in the doorway with a wink.
“Are you going to let me in or are you going to stand there eye-fucking me all day?” Kurt asked with a laugh.
Blaine stepped back from the doorway and closed the door behind the other man silently. He didn’t know what to say to the man who had reappeared in his life after 8 years of absence, especially now that they were alone in his apartment.
“So, uh, what brings you to New York?” Blaine asked.
“Are we going to have a cosy catch up or are we going to pick up where we left off, because I–” He was interrupted by Blaine’s lips slamming onto his. Kurt grinned into the kiss and slid his hands down Blaine’s back, squeezing his ass and making the other boy moan.
“You got a bed somewhere?” Kurt asked, his voice quiet.
Blaine led the way, shedding layers of clothing as he went. They were down to their pants by the time they got to Blaine’s bedroom and he pushed the other man into the wall, pressing their bodies together.
*
Santana knocked on Blaine’s door at 8am sharp, and kept knocking until she heard him stir inside. It took him a few minutes, but he finally opened the door wearing only a pair of sweatpants.
“Got my money yet, Anderson?” she asked, straight to the point.
“Shit,” Blaine cringed. It seemed Kurt had distracted him and he had forgotten to split up the money.
“You slept with Kurt instead?” she assumed, taking in the clothes on his floor and his hickeys – one each on his neck, chest and hip.
“Make yourself some breakfast and I’ll do it now,” he said in reply, pulling the bag out from under the couch.
“So he’s your ex-boyfriend, that’s how you know him?” She found some yoghurt in his fridge and spoon in the top drawer.
“It’s a little more complicated than that.” His voice sounded strained, he was obviously uncomfortable talking about his history with the mysterious Kurt.
“Fine,” she sighed, then licked her spoon thoughtfully. “But you need to help me get laid. Nick and Jeff always fuck like rabbits and now you’re getting laid, it’s time I got some too.”
“He’s gone now, I don’t think he’ll be back for a while – if he comes back at all,” Blaine said, splitting the money into even stacks. She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or not. “But a night out wouldn’t hurt.”
