This story has been on my 'To Write' list for a long time and since two of my stories are almost finished, I decided to finally publish it. I hope you like it.

Please let me know what you think.

Warning: adult themes

Kurt grabbed his drink and emptied his glass with one gulp. He knew he shouldn't have agreed to go on a blind date, especially one that Rachel had arranged him. But here he was, sitting in a pub with a handsome but annoying stranger and he could go nowhere.

"You have to move out and live" Rachel said. "You're still too young to spend your nights between the four walls."

So he had agreed to meet Rich, a young blond man who did pirate reenanctments and was a psychic. Okay, when Kurt heard this sentence, he almost ran out of the bar. The last thing he needed was some lunatic bothering him with his 'visions' but since Rachel was waiting for him at home and he had promised her he would give Rich a chance, he stayed. But after listening to the man's babble for almost an hour, Kurt just wanted to get drunk and forget that this night ever happened.

As if he hadn't had more important things to care about... There was a premiere coming, he had to finish his first book, his new album and on the top of that, there were the threats he had to deal with lately.

Of course, he had gotten threats earlier. He had been the only openly gay person back in high school, the weird boy with strange clothes, and the football team's members had liked to torture him. When he had moved to New York and become popular, it had gone even worse. There had been people hating him for his success and he had to learn how to shelter himself from those people. And he had managed pretty well so far.

But it had started over a few weeks earlier and it had been much horrible than before. He had gotten letters and phone calls form a stranger, telling him that he should retire before it's too late. His manager had told him to not take those threats too seriously but he couldn't stop thinking about them. He couldn't be sure there wouldn't be something more serious happening and he was afraid of that.

"...and I think it would be the best for both of us."

Kurt looked up at Rich, blinking in confusion. He wasn't listening at all and he had no idea what the other man was talking about.

"Yeah, sure" he muttered and turned away to order another drink. It was a long night.

"So you're fine with it?" Rich asked.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt asked.

"Look, Kurt, we've been talking for a few hours now and it's obvious that we're perfect for each other" Rich said and reached out to grab Kurt's hand. "We should move back to a more... private place."

He stroked Kurt's hand, smiling at him. But the man across him couldn't make himself to form a response. Rich wasn't... he didn't... He didn't want that, right?

"I..." Kurt muttered.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I swear I didn't want to be late!"

Kurt looked up at the man beside him and frowned. He was talking to Kurt but why...

The man smiled and pulled a chair next to Kurt's and sat down, taking Kurt's hand from Rich.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Rich asked and jumped up to his feet.

"Talking to my boyfriend" the man answered and winked as he turned back to Kurt. "I hope you wasn't bored while waiting for me."

"No" Kurt replied."Not at all. Honey."

Rich opened his mouth but nothing came out. He didn't expect something like this. Kurt neither, but he was a good actor, he had no problem with playing sweethearts with the stranger if it meant he could get rid of Rich.

"If you would excuse us..." the man said, talking to Rich this time.

"You... you... I will never forgive you for this" Rich said hatefully and left.

"Thank you" Kurt said in relief when Rich disappeared from his sight.

"I saw you were literally in pain to have to listen to his shit" the man said. "I couldn't let you suffer the whole night."

"That's really nice of you" Kurt said.

"Why did you go out with him if you don't like him at all?" the man asked.

"It was a blind date" Kurt rolled his eyes. "My best friend insisted to meet him but..."

"Blaine Anderson" the man said.

"Uhm... Excuse me?" Kurt asked in confusion.

"My name's Blaine Anderson" the man – Blaine – repeated.

"Kurt Hummel" Kurt said and reached out to shake the man's hand.

He expected a gasp or an 'Oh, my God! You're Kurt Hummel!' but nothing like that happened. As if Blaine didn't know who he was. And Kurt was incredibly grateful for that.

"So, Kurt, would you like something to drink?" Blaine asked. "I won't try to pick you up, don't worry. But I'm here alone and we could save each other from a lonely night."

"That's a great idea" Kurt smiled.

~ o ~

Blaine wasn't like the men he had met before. He didn't care who he was, what his job was or anything Kurt related. Like he knew Kurt didn't want to talk about things like these. They mostly just talked about music and alcohol, and funny memories mostly alcohol releated. And Kurt had the best night of his life. Blaine really knew what he needed. And after a few more drinks, he felt like he could trust Baine with his most secret thoughts.

"My friends think I need someone" Kurt said after a short pause. "They think I need a relationship, but you know what? They are wrong. I don't need a man."

"Sometimes people think they need a relationship to satisfy their needs" Blaine said. "But that's not true. Mostly, people only need a good fuck. No responsibility, no pain, no cheesy romatic movies..."

"Hey, cheesy romantic movies are great" Kurt cut in.

"If you tell me, honey" Blaine laughed.

"Okay, I have to agree with most of your points" Kurt said. "Sometimes people are just too busy to live in a relationship. Why can't they understand this?"

"Maybe because you're too sexy to be single" Blaine winked.

"You want to pick me up" Kurt laughed.

"No, I want to have sex with you" Blaine replied.

Kurt bit his lip. Normally, he would have sent Blaine away after such a statement but maybe because of the alcohol running in his system, he wanted the same. It had been ages since he had been with someone and the thought of having sex without consequences was so inviting...

"Let's go back to my place" Blaine said when he saw his expression.

Kurt nodded and took his hand.

~ o ~

Kurt had never had a one night stand before. He had kept telling himself that he needed a real relationship, that he needed someone in his life. But it hadn't been true. He had too much trouble in his life already, he didn't need another person to care about.

But he had missed sex... He knew the second he step through Blaine's door and grabbed the man's neck, pressing a kiss on his lips. Blaine didn't hesitate, he kicked the door close and grabbed Kurt's legs under his ass and he lifted the man off his feet, carrying him into his bedroom. He dropped Kurt down onto the bed and climbed on the top of him, attacking him with his mouth again. Kurt moaned and grabbed Baine's hair, pushing him down to his neck. Blaine licked the sensitive skin right behind Kurt's ear and then moved his head down, sucking and licking Kurt's neck as the man kept moaning.

When Blaine pulled back to get rid of his clothes, Kurt sat up and pushed the man down onto the bed beside him.

"Let me" he said.

Blaine could do nothing but nod and follow Kurt's movements with his eyes. God, the man was so freaking talented. He pushed his long fingers under Blaine's shirt and made slow circles on his chest before guiding the shirt up and over Blaine's head. Then he pushed Blaine back down and licked his lips, his fingers moving back to the buttons of his own shirt. Kurt smiled and watched Blaine staring at him with hungry eyes as he showed him more and more of his pale skin.

When his shirt was gone, Kurt unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off without climbing down from Blaine's lap.

"God, you're flexible" Blaine muttered.

"It comes with my job" Kurt replied as moved down to work on Blaine's pants.

"Okay, I don't think I want to know what it means" Blaine laughed.

Once they were both naked, Blaine climbed out of the bed to get their supplies. He came back with a strawberry flavoured lube and dozens of condoms. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"If you're good enough, I will keep you around for a few more rounds" he shrugged.

Before Kurt could come up with a response, Blaine was on the top of him again, pulling his legs apart. Kurt hated this part, it hurt so much and most of the times he didn't even want to continue after that. But Blaine's fingers stretched him gently while the man used his free hand and mouth to make Kurt relaxed, massaging his inner thighs and sucking on his cock. He made such a perfect job that Kurt couldn't wait to be stretched out completely. He needed Blaine, inside him, now.

He pushed Blaine's hands away and climbed on the top of him again. He slammed his hands down onto Blaine's chest, holding him still as he positioned himself over his cock. He went down slowly at first and gave himself time to get used to the fullness. It had been a long time...

When the slight pain in his ass disappeared, he started moving.

"Oh" Blaine moaned, digging his nails into Kurt's waist, almost draining blood.

"Do you like it?" Kurt whispered as he leaned down to kiss Blaine and pushed his hands down above his head as he sped up.

"Yeah. Yeah" Blaine breathed.

It was probably because of the long time he had spent without having sex but Kurt came just after a few minutes, screaming Blaine's name. The man under him grabbed him and pushed Kurt down onto the bed, climbing between his legs. Blaine moved his cock rapidly in and out, pressing kisses all over Kurt's neck and chest. Kurt put his legs tightly around his waist, giving him better access as Blaine kept pounding into him. It didn't take him too long either. He pressed his eyes closed and came with a low moan.

If Kurt thought Blaine needed some time to recover from his orgasm, he was wrong. They only made it to the kitchen to grab something to drink and he found himself pushed down onto the counter with Blaine rocking into him from behind. Then they did it on the couch, too. And when they went to have a shower, to clean themselves, Blaine grabbed him and pushed him up to the wall, making him come for the fourth time that night.

Kurt was sure they would have continued it all night if he hadn't check on his phone. But he did when Blaine went out to bring them some water and snacks. He had nine missed calls, all from Rachel. It was clear that something had happened and he called her back immediately.

"Thank God! I've tried to reach you for hours!" Rachel said as she picked up her phone.

"What happened?" Kurt asked seriously, the happy dizziness from the sex earlier gone.

"You have to come home. Something... something happened" Rachel said.

"What?" Kurt asked.

"Just come home. You have to see it with your own eyes" Rachel said and disconnected the call.

Kurt groaned and jumped down from the bed to get his clothes.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asked as he stepped into the room.

"Home" Kurt answered, pulling him shoes up. "I'm sorry, I really am. But something happened and I have to get home immediately. Thank you, though. I really needed this."

He pressed a quick kiss on Blaine's lips and left the apartment before Blaine could reply.

"You're welcome" Blaine muttered, staring at the point where he had last seen Kurt.

Damn, that man was amazing. And he hadn't even asked for his phone number.

~ o ~

Kurt felt a wave of dizziness as he stepped out of the cab in front of his house. Althought it was almost 4 in the morning, it seemed like every light in the house was on, giving the building a strange look like at Christmas. And there were too many cars parking on the grass, too many people standing in front of the house.

He swallowed and rushed forward, right to the front door, only to be stopped by a policeman.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't..."

"It's my house" Kurt said and pushed the man's hand away. He didn't have time for this.

He found even more people in the living room and he was in full panic. He looked around, his eyes searching for Rachel, and he sighed in relief when he finally pointed her out.

"God, Rachel, what's going on here?" he asked. "And where's Danny?"

"At Mercedes. We didn't want him to see it" Rachel answered.

"What happened?" Kurt asked as he calmed down a bit. At least Danny was fine.

"We heard a crush from downstairs" Rachel said quietly. "I called the police immediately, and when they got here, we found those."

She pointed out of the window and Kurt ran outside. He was so worried about Rachel and Danny that he hadn't even seen the marks on the wall the first time. But now they were all visible, words painted with dark red. He wasn't sure it was possible to wash them down from the walls. He looked at the first word, the one he had heard several times back in high school and turned his head away. He didn't want to face all of this.

"Do you know who did this?" he asked Rachel.

"No" Rachel said sadly. "It was a man but it was too dark outside to see his face. He got away before the police arrived."

Kurt nodded, rubbing his forehead. Why couldn't they just let him live? He didn't want too much. Just a place where he could live in peace with his family and focus on his job. Nothing more.

"I know we've talked about it and you don't like the idea, but I think it's time to find a bodyguard for you" Rachel said carefully.

A bodyguard. If his stalker wasn't enough, he should hire another stranger to look out for him. So much for privacy.

But he knew Rachel was right. If he wanted peace, he needed a bodyguard. Probably it would be enough to scare the stalker away and he wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

"You're right" he said quietly. "It will be my first thing to do in the morning."