Title: What You Don't Know Will Hurt You

Author: Mynt Mint (AKA Emotionalcrux)

Fandom: Glee, Season 2 AU (from Original Song)

Genre: Suspense/Romance

Rating: M

Warning(s): Violence, Language, Murder, Sexual References, Substance Abuse

Pairings: Klaine [Kurt/Blaine], Spuck [Sam/Puck]

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Damn. All characters and songs used in this fan fiction are the property of their rightful owners (i.e. not me).

Summary: Kurt dreamed that he and Blaine would get together, but someone seems to have their soul set on breaking them up. Using whatever means necessary. Kurt and Blaine have to discover who their stalker is, before the stakes get too high.

AN: So, because I'm the shining example of good workmanship, I've started yet another fiction. I just had a burning desire to write this, and that's how it came to be. I've wandered off into another ship, but if people would like me to continue, I will.

This is just a prologue of sorts, and any further chapters will be longer! Please review if you'd like me to continue.

Kurt pulled back from Blaine's kiss with a blush. His heart was beating so fast he couldn't distinguish clear beats. He spoke quickly, knowing Blaine was barely managing to remain seated on Dalton's couches, his hands gripping the plush leather in restraint. The look in his eyes was a mix of lust and deeper lust.

"Is this- is this really how you feel?" he dared to ask.

Blaine nodded, biting his lip. "I think I've had these feelings for a while. It's just now they're more... obvious."

Kurt looked slightly cautious, but understood. "I- I get it. But what if these feelings just... turn vague again.. and you leave me."

Blaine blinked, somewhat owlishly. "Kurt, do you like me?"

"Well, yeah," he shrugged. Blaine grabbed his hand.

"Then it doesn't matter what happens!" he exclaimed. "Live for now! You can't keep thinking of what's going to happen next - otherwise next will be now, and then you'll be thinking further ahead. Stop. Live for now. Live with me."

Kurt didn't reply, instead voicing his answer with action - rushing up to throw his arms around Blaine and mash their lips together with intense, fiery longing.

When Blaine was finally released from Kurt's grip, he panted. "Just so you know, I don't think these feelings will fade any time soon."

Before the two could be swept into another embrace, Kurt's phone beeped. As he rushed to grab it out of his blazer, so did Blaines.

"That's funny," Blaine smiled.

"No, it's not." Kurt stared blankly at his screen. Rushing to display his message, Blaine sobered immensely.

"Together at last. Big Mistake - K" Blaine read aloud.

"You got the same one?" Kurt compared their screens. "K isn't for Kurt. I don't know who this is."

Blaine stood up, walking to check their surroundings. "We're alone," he concluded, peering out the ornate window. "Probably just some homophobe, just forget about it." He returned to Kurt, trying to sit with allure. "Now, where were we?"

Kurt and Blaine walked backstage with the rest of the Warblers, fairly confident of their performance. They had given it their all for Regionals, and it had shown.

"That was amazing!" Kurt trilled, "I don't want to sound up myself but I'm going to have to practice sincerity in front of Mercedes because we kicked ass!" he jumped up and down. Blaine was glad his boyfriend was happy.

"Yeah, we did rock," he agreed, slightly more reserved than his counterpart. He gratefully accepted well wishes from his teammates, shaking hands and bumping fists until his phone vibrated in his pocket.

"Couples who sing together, stay together? This isn't Disney - K" Kurt spoke from behind Blaine, brandishing his phone. "Again? It has to be someone here." The two scanned the sea of Warblers, trying to catch a glimpse of someone suspicious texting, or malevolent gazes - but nothing. It seemed to be a game of hide and seek, except they didn't know they were playing.

"It's okay, Kurt," Blaine reassured, wrapping an arm around him. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Kurt placed Pavrotti's coffin gingerly in the dirt, standing back up to hold Blaine's hand. Blaine squeezed back tightly.

"Does it remind of your mum's funeral?" Blaine asked, rubbing his thumb in circles.

"A little," Kurt admitted. Before he had a chance to speak again, his phone beeped. "Talk about a mood killer," he mumbled, fishing into his pockets.

Blaine looked concerned as Kurt's face darkened. "What's it say?"

In silence, Kurt showed him his screen.

Similar to your mother's funeral. At least this ones for the dead - K

"What?" Blaine gasped, angry. He surveyed the park, without knowing what he was looking for. "Someone has to be following us, Kurt. What does this mean?"

Kurt ignored him, instead focusing on the flittering paper barely visible behind Pavrotti's makeshift grave. He picked it up, smoothing the sheet in the wind as Blaine rambled on behind him. "Oh my God."

"What is it?" Blaine paused, peering over Kurt's shoulder.

Kurt was too distracted to notice. Instead, his eyes were drawn to the eyes on the photo he held. They looked like his. The long hair the women sported, a colour they both shared. And the distinctive facial features, which he inherited. He could tell who this was from his memories, and other photos. Except this one looked recent - like the woman had aged at least ten years. He flipped the photo over, the words LIVE REST IN PEACE shining in black.

"She's alive," he breathed.

"What?"

"My mom's alive!"

I think it may be slightly obvious where I got the inspiration for this fiction from. If anyone would like me to continue this, please review!