Author's Note: It's baaaaaack! This is the sequel to Roses Dipped In Gold. If you haven't read that, or the one shot Favorite Daydream that takes place between RDIG and this story, go do that now! This picks up a few months after Favorite Daydream ends (so approximately one year after K & B meet for the first time).

I'm excited to share this with you. Hope you enjoy this nice little intro. :)

Black & Gold

Chapter One


Elite Weekly

Anderson and Hummel Wedding Bells?

Our beloved golden boy, Blaine Anderson may be on the road to matrimony. We've known that he was off the market ever since he made his historic announcement after being photographed with one previously Low Class prostitute Kurt Hummel, but you heard it here first, boys and girls, it appears that Blaine was seen shopping for rings. Engagement or wedding, it is unclear. Dry your tears, gentlemen, however, because these two are in the spotlight, and we all know how celebrity relationships end. So sit back and relax and watch as your young, gorgeous Chancellor gets hitched to gold digging Kurt Hummel before it all crashes and burns around him.


"For the thousandth time, Dad, Blaine and I are not getting married. Not for a long while, anyway," Kurt rolled his eyes, knowing his dad could sense the gesture even though they were talking on the phone.

"But the article said—"

"I know what the article said, since you read it out loud to me. But you can't believe everything you read. Please stop reading that magazine. If Blaine and I get engaged, you'll be the first to know."

"But what about the other things they said about you?"

Kurt gritted his teeth, already sick of the speculation. "Are you questioning my motives for being with Blaine?"

"Of course not!" Burt sounded offended. "I'm just worried about how these people could affect you and your relationship."

"Don't worry about us, Dad. Blaine and I are so much stronger than that. A few idiots can't come between us."

"Okay, okay, but you can't blame your old man for worrying."

Kurt softened, knowing how much his dad cared for him and Blaine. "I know. But we're more than fine. And like I said, not getting married, but when we do, you'll be the first to know."

Burt seemed appeased for the moment. "Take care of yourself, kiddo."

"You too. Love you, Dad."

Kurt hung up the phone and looked down at the gold band around his finger, sighing deeply.

He hadn't lied to his father, he and Blaine were more than fine. They would never let what they had be ruined by some stupid comments made by the media, but as sure as they both were of each other, it was hard not to let the articles and comments and pictures play on their insecurities.

The double beep of the alarm system letting Kurt know that someone had come in the back door made him jump. He slipped off the ring, put it back in the box, and shoved it back behind the balled up socks in Blaine's underwear drawer where he had found it. He hadn't lied to his father about that either.

Finding the ring stashed there was not completely intentional. Kurt had been clearing out some of the clothes Blaine never wore anymore and happened upon it. What hadn't been an accident was Kurt opening the box and slipping the ring on his finger. And coming back twice more to do it again.

Why Blaine had an engagement ring hidden away in their house was beyond Kurt, who had made his stance on their marriage very, very clear: it could wait. They were young and happy, and plus, interclass marriage had not yet formally been approved by the council.

At the same time, though, knowing Blaine had bought a ring sent a thrill through him. He did want to be tied to Blaine in every possible way. Someday.

He sighed and left the room, attempting to leave thoughts of the ring with it.

Kurt met Blaine as he was walking through the kitchen and stripping off his jacket. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Blaine had been backed into a chair and Kurt was straddling his hips, effectively pinning him down. Not that he was complaining.

"Hi," Blaine huffed out in surprise, and though a joking frown played at his lips, his fingers automatically found purchase in the fabric at Kurt's hips. "This is...unexpected."

Kurt shrugged with a flirty smile.

"What? My boyfriend comes home from a long day working to save the world looking sexy as all get out and I can't wait to make love to him. Is that so wrong?" Kurt leaned in and gave Blaine a torturously slow kiss.

"Uh...no. Not at all."

Kurt made a sound of contentment as he resumed his kisses while Blaine's brain continued to short circuit. Just as Kurt swept his tongue across Blaine's lower lip, causing him to shiver, Blaine pushed him back lightly.

"Wait, wait, wait," he murmured breathlessly.

Kurt groaned, but complied, hands still tangled in Blaine's silky curls. The sight of his blown pupils almost made Blaine forget his thoughts once more, but he closed his eyes and centered himself.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Can it wait until I'm done ravishing you?" Kurt circled his hips down so his erection rubbed against Blaine's, and they both moaned at the contact.

"Well of course, but it's something I think you're really going to like."

"This is something I really like," Kurt said before sucking a trail down Blaine's neck.

"Jesus. You're insatiable."

"You love it. I promise we'll talk after. Now let me rock your world."


Blaine's world was thoroughly rocked. He couldn't stop staring at Kurt with a goofy smile on his face, and he didn't even care.

"I'm so…" he couldn't find the words to describe the mixture of love, satisfaction, happiness, and awe that he was feeling, so he trailed off.

"I know. Me too," Kurt assured him, pushing himself up onto his elbow to look at Blaine. "So what did you want to talk about?"

"Oh!" Blaine exclaimed, as if he had forgotten. He probably had, actually. His brain tended to get very fuzzy where Kurt and his body were concerned. He cleared his throat and began. "You know as well as I do that we don't get to spend enough time with each other these days. It's really unavoidable in my job, but when I'm home, I want you to be home."

Kurt nodded. "We talked about this. We agreed that we're both okay with it. That's why I decided to close my shop on Sundays. I mean, I miss you, but that's the nature of what we do, Blaine."

"I know that. Just let me be selfish for a minute."

"Go on," Kurt smiled. When Blaine asked to be selfish, it usually paid off majorly for him, too.

"Now hear me out, because this is one of those things that you're going to reject on instinct, but when you really think about it, you'll like the idea—"

"Blaine! Just get to the point!" Kurt tackled him against the mattress with a laugh and placed an open-mouthed kiss on his chest.

Blaine giggled like a child and wrapped his arms around Kurt lovingly. "I think we should get you a personal assistant."

Kurt did not react at first. Since the opening of his store, he had hired one staff member to help him run the front of the store, and others to make replicas of the clothes he had designed. But a personal assistant...that would really cut down the time he needed to spend working. He could send an assistant out to purchase fabrics and supplies, to run his payroll, and even to deliver meals to the Low Class communities they supported. He had to admit that Blaine had a point.

"You know...I think you're right."

"What?" Blaine's head shot up.

"I said, you're right."

"Say it again. Just one more time."

Kurt smirked. "You're right, Blaine. You're the most brilliant man in all the land and nobody in history has ever been more correct than you."

"Shut it," Blaine flicked his arm playfully. "You really think it's a good idea?"

"It's never a bad idea for us to spend more time together." Kurt gave him another kiss to prove his point.

"Mmm, that's so true," Blaine groaned. He ran his hand down Kurt's side. "The majority of our relationship has been and one big, hectic, neverending adventure. I feel like things are finally starting to slow down for us—"

"Don't say that! You've just jinxed us!" Kurt flopped defeatedly onto Blaine's chest again.

"There's no such thing as—"

"Jinxed! Just you wait. We already attract the insanity, Blaine, we don't need any help in that area!"

"Okay, you're right, but all of the crazy just makes me love you more."

Kurt absently traced the scars on his own back. "It does show us just how far we would go for each other, doesn't it?"

"To the ends of the earth," Blaine vowed.

"To the ends of the earth."


Five people crowded around a table scattered with notes, chattering excitedly, purple wristbands displayed proudly below their sleeves.

"Our objective is simple," one man stood before the others. "Return society to the traditional Class system."

"How do you propose we do that?" another man asked.

"The solution is twofold. Our men in the lab are days away from developing a serum that, when injected, has the capability to erase a person's recent memories." A murmur ran through the room. "We can all agree that the number of people coming forward in support of the Resistance is shocking. If we can locate them and administer the injection, we can reprogram them to believe in traditionalism once again."

"And what's the second part?" A woman asked.

"We can't do much of anything with the current leadership. We need to take down Blaine Anderson."

"How?"

"We strike him in his Achilles' Heel."

"His boyfriend?"

The leader nodded.

"But that angle has been played before."

"That's because it's the most effective strategy. He's weakest when it comes to that boy, if we control Hummel, we control Anderson." The group nodded in agreement. "Now. Our plan is this…"


Blaine whistled to himself as he headed back to his office to finish up some paperwork before he headed home for the evening. It was their chef's night off, which meant Kurt was cooking, and his stomach was looking very forward to it.

He couldn't help that he smiled every time he thought of his boyfriend. Kurt was amazing, and their life together was amazing. They were actually accomplishing their dreams, and were able to do it side by side, something neither had thought would be possible. Yes, Blaine sighed. Life was good.

Just thinking about it made him eager to be home as soon as possible. He decided decided to forget about the work he had left and just go home to Kurt, he just needed to grab his jacket.

Upon opening the door to his office, Blaine gasped and staggered back a step. Atop his desk sat a long-stemmed rose dyed entirely in black.


Author's Note: Yes, I realize memory doesn't work like that. Let me have this one. ;)