DISCLAIMER: We do not own Glee or the Avengers though we wish we did as Klaine would be together forever.
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Chapter 1 – Written by TheMadHallyHatter
Kurt sang along to his iPod as he turned into his boyfriend's street, he never did get tired of Wicked. It was a Thursday afternoon, and tomorrow would be his last ever day of high school, so he felt he should be happy. Instead, he felt crushed. The day before, he had found out he hadn't made into his dream school, NYADA. Instead, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life.
That afternoon he had been cornered by Rachel, who had insisted they talk about what Kurt was going to do in the future. Kurt had told Blaine to go on home, wanting to spare him from the conversation.
It had taken some convincing. Blaine had been so supportive of him the whole time they had known each other, and Kurt could tell he wanted to help as well, but Kurt would rather talk to Blaine about that without Rachel present. Seeing as he couldn't escape Rachel's grasp, asking Blaine if he could catch a ride with someone else seemed the only other possible action.
He was almost there; he could see Blaine's medium sized suburban about fifty metres ahead. Kurt smiled. Blaine could make him feel better. Blaine didn't care if he didn't get in. Blaine loved him, and Kurt loved Blaine.
Parking his car on the side of the road outside the iron gates, Kurt switched off his iPod and unbuckled his seatbelt. After what happened to Quinn, he was always going to wear his seatbelt.
Reaching into the backseat, he grabbed his bag but froze at the sound of voices coming from inside the gate.
"Dad, come on. I don't need it. It's not like I live in New York." Kurt frowned, that was definitely Blaine's voice. Dad? Blaine's Dad was here?
"Blaine it's only to make sure nothing happens, and besides it's cool right? This is state of the art stuff." Kurt opened the car door and stepped out onto the pavement. He was curious, he had never met Blaine's dad.
"Fine. When will you be putting it in?" Blaine asked his father, who Kurt still couldn't see.
"Ah maybe in a month, this was just a stopover visit while I was in the state. And you should be excited, I'm giving you Jarvis, in your car." The man sounded incredibly enthusiastic about this Jarvis thing, whatever it was. Kurt closed his car door and wandered to the gate, punching in the familiar code.
Just as he was closing the gate behind him, a voice sounded from right behind him, making him jump.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Kurt spun around to see a familiar face staring at him accusingly.
"Dad that's just Kurt. You know, my boyfriend?" Blaine walked up to Kurt and gave him a hug, making Kurt's heart melt, "Kurt, this is my Dad. And yes he's who you think he is." The man who Blaine introduced grinned at him, making him look exactly like he did on TV. Kurt was astonished.
"B-b-but-" Kurt spluttered, "That's Tony Stark, Blaine." Kurt couldn't believe this.
"I am," said Tony Starks, smirking, "And I best be going. See you, Blainers. It was nice meeting you Kurt." And with that he shook Kurt's hand and walked straight out the gate. Kurt could hear him saying something that involved the words Jarvis and car.
He stared at the gate for a while, finding it hard to believe that that had just happened.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked, and Kurt looked up. His boyfriend was frowning at him, concerned, "I'm sorry if that was a bit of a shock to you. I mean, I know he's famous and all. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I meant to, but it never really came up and- I'm sorry, I know he can be a bit... abrasive. I should have warned you or something. Oh shit you're mad at me aren't you? You are-"
Kurt cut him off with a kiss, Blaine instantly relaxed and Kurt pulled away, "It was the only way to get you to shut up," he said and grinned, "Now can we go inside? I wasn't planning on standing by the gate all afternoon."
Kurt was sitting on the couch while Blaine made him coffee at the counter behind him. He was still slightly amazed at all this. His boyfriend's dad was Iron Man for Gaga's sake. Part of The Avengers!
He didn't resent Blaine for not telling him, it hadn't come up at all, and he'd never asked. Kurt actually thought it was really cool. He grinned.
Blaine set the latte down in front of Kurt who smiled at him and took a big sip, not caring how hot it was.
"So you don't mind?" asked Blaine after he had taken a sip from his own mug.
"Blaine, I wouldn't care if you were Harry Potter and hadn't told me. I love you, and you would have told me some time, right?" Kurt smiled at him and took another sip of his coffee, savouring the delicious taste. Blaine laughed and hugged him.
"Careful of the coffee Blaine!" yelped Kurt, "I do not want to ruin this jacket." Blaine pouted and pulled away. Instantly, Kurt felt guilty, so he put down his mug and gave him a peck on the lips.
Blaine grinned and grabbed a handful of chips from the bowl he had brought down. Kurt watched him eat them, struggling not to laugh when Blaine got crumbs all over the couch.
After wiping his mouth, Blaine spoke, "So, you must have questions."
"Heaps," admitted Kurt, and Blaine smiled.
"Ask away, I know if you don't you'll either explode or spontaneously combust."
Kurt punched him lightly in the shoulder, despite the fact he knew it was true.
"Have you met them all? I mean, the Avengers." This was the question Kurt was most desperate to ask. Please say yes, please say yes, he begged in his mind. He had always wanted to meet the Avengers. If only so he could modify their uniforms. And maybe the fact that they were based in New York had something to do with it too.
"Yep," said Blaine, grinning at Kurt's dropped jaw, "Several times actually. Steve, you know, Captain America, he taught me to box."
"No way! You're on first name basis with the avengers?" Kurt almost squealed in delight. It was like Blaine had told him that Lady Gaga was his big sister. Wait… No that was just too good to be true.
Blaine laughed and Kurt took another sip of his coffee to calm himself down.
"And what's it like, you know, having Tony Starks as a dad?" Kurt asked. Blaine's grin dropped.
"Well, I'm never lacking anything, that's for sure. But he's so protective, he seems to think that someone's going to try and kidnap me. But no one even knows me and Coop exist, so I don't know how that's going to happen," Blaine grumbled. Kurt shifted himself closer to him and gave him a hug.
"You don't like him?"
"No! I love him, he's awesome. I mean, he's taught me all the coolest stuff and I love going to New York to stay with him and Pepper. It's just, he tries to protect me, but he's never here himself. 'You know what I mean?" Blaine looked disheartened and Kurt gave him another hug, this time not letting go as he spoke.
"I'm here though, Blaine. And just think, this time next year we'll both be in New York, and you'll be able to see him whenever you want." Kurt pulled out of the hug and smiled at his boyfriend.
"I love you," said Blaine, and Kurt's heart melted again. He was so lucky to have Blaine; they were perfect for each other.
"I love you too," he replied, and hugged him again.
"By the way," said Blaine as he pulled out of the hug, "about the Harry Potter thing..."
NO!" exclaimed Kurt incredulously, there was no way, "There's no way you're Harry Potter!" After what had happened today, he would have believed it too.
"Nah, just messing with you," grinned Blaine, and Kurt punched him jokingly in the arm.
"You almost had me there," he said.
"I know," replied his boyfriend.
Three days later, Kurt was at Blaine's again. It was just after midday, and the couple was still excited about it being Holidays. Graduation had gone smoothly, and on Friday they had waved goodbye to Rachel. In fact, they had just got back from the airport where they had been seeing Finn on to his flight.
But only now did it feel like they were on holidays. It finally felt like they were free of school, even if for Blaine it was only for a few months.
Kurt crashed on the couch and smiled up at Blaine. "It's really happened. I've done it Blaine, I got through high school," he said, making it sound like he had survived Armageddon rather than High school.
"You only just realised that?" Blaine asked sarcastically, and then grinned, "I know, it's finally holidays too. We're free." He bent down and gave Kurt a swift kiss on the lips. Kurt sighed, he loved it when he did that.
The feeling of his boyfriend's lips still on his, Kurt reached up and playfully slapped Blaine on the arm, "Give me some warning next time you're going to do that," he joked, "I need to prepare myself."
Blaine just stuck his tongue out and sat down on the couch next to him, "I know you like it, so why are you complaining," he smirked roguishly. He then leaned forward and for a moment Kurt thought he was going to kiss him, but at the last second he ducked his head to the side. The next thing Kurt knew, he felt something warm and wet lightly touch his ear.
"Blaine! That's disgusting!" Kurt squealed while Blaine smiled innocently at him, he sighed, "You're lucky I love you."
Blaine grinned again, showing off his white teeth more than Kurt could have thought possible.
Kurt laughed, and then sprang up from the couch and skipped over to the DVD cabinet, looking for a movie he knew would be there.
"Are we watching a movie?" asked Blaine, amused at the playfulness of his boyfriend."
"Yep, movie marathon actually. Can you get popcorn?" Kurt's voice came from inside the cabinet as he searched.
"I knew you'd ask that," Blaine said, and he jumped up from the couch and teasingly ruffled Kurt's hair.
"No, Blaine! Not the hair!" Kurt shrieked as he batted Blaine's hands away from his head. Blaine just laughed and wandered off into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing through the house, which was empty apart from them.
As soon as he was gone, Kurt grinned. He secretly liked it when Blaine did that, but would never admit it. But he would still have to re-do it later so he could look half decent.
Kurt went back to searching for the film he wanted, it had to be there somewhere. He scanned the rows of DVDs, laughing at some of the titles. Blaine had everything from Batman to Finding Nemo. It would be hard not to find the movie you wanted in that cabinet.
He finally found what he was looking for, and inserted it into the DVD player. By the time Blaine returned from the kitchen carrying a massive bowl of popcorn, Kurt was sitting on the couch with the movie paused on the Disney castle.
"Disney, again?" asked Blaine, then continued without waiting for an answer, because he knew what it would be, "What are we watching?"
"Lion King of course," replied Kurt, giving Blaine a quick kiss, "And for the record, Disney is amazing."
"Of course it is, Kurt," Blaine laughed as he reached for the popcorn.
They snuggled up against each other as the familiar theme music started, and of course, Blaine felt the need to imitate Rafiki.
About an hour and a half later, Kurt was in the bathroom while Blaine was picking the next movie and making more popcorn. He looked into the mirror, frowning as he saw the rumpled hair that came from curling up on the couch next to Blaine, and of course from the hair-ruffling incident from before. Grabbing a comb he saw on the side of the sink, next to Blaine's various hair products, he fixed the problem.
It really was amazing how many different kinds of hair gel Blaine had. Everything from fast action to long lasting could be found in this bathroom, even Kurt didn't have this many hair products, and that was saying something.
Just as he was applying his special hand cream, he heard a crash coming from the direction of the kitchen. Kurt shrugged it off as Blaine dropping a spoon or something, and went back to moisturisng.
His hands had been awfully dry lately, something Kurt had been horrified to discover, and he was finding the need to moisturise almost every hour. He had used over four tubes in the last week. At this rate he was going to have none left before the nest time he got a chance to go to the mall.
And then he heard it again, another crash, but bigger this time. It was like Blaine was battling with the china or something. Kurt grinned into the mirror; Blaine never had been a really good cook. Once Kurt had discovered the whole of the kitchen covered in flour and cocoa powder, and all Blaine had wanted to make was pancakes. To this day, Kurt still had no idea how the maple syrup had ended up on the top of the china cabinet.
Five minutes later Kurt emerged into the living room, but found no Blaine waiting on the couch with popcorn. He must still be in the kitchen, thought Kurt, and he made his way to the door. The Anderson's kitchen connected with a small dining area behind the couch in the living room. Here there was a small mini bar and a coffee machine, and it was where Kurt and Blaine tended to spend most of their time.
But Blaine would have needed to use the actual kitchen to make popcorn. Kurt dodged the small table and chairs behind the couch and made his way past the small stack of glasses on the counter as he headed towards the door that led to the heart of the food preparation in the Anderson household. Not that much food preparation went on in there, for Blaine had inherited his mother's genes when it came to cooking, and they regularly ate takeout.
When he reached the kitchen, Kurt froze. On the floor was a broken bowl, and popcorn was scattered throughout the room. On the counter, two mugs lay on their sides, in a large puddle of what appeared to be hot chocolate. Draws where hanging open and there was a tea towel lying on the ground near the broken china. But Kurt was more worried about what was on the broken china.
Heart thumping, Kurt cautiously approached the china, and bent down to inspect it. His heart sank. He was right, it was blood. Where's Blaine?
"Blaine?" called Kurt, but there was no answer. His blood ran cold. That couldn't be... Blaine's blood... could it?
He ran into Blaine's bedroom, all the while calling his name. But there was no sign of him. The room was completely empty. Next came the bathroom, Blaine's mum's room, and the garage, but no Blaine. Kurt had no idea where else to look, but he had to find him. He checked the garden, in case Blaine was playing a joke. Some joke, he thought, but still there was no sign of him.
Kurt returned to the kitchen, his face white. He had to be sure. But it was still there. The definite signs of a struggle. Blaine was gone.