A/N: So this story is the sequel to Don't Mess With Kurt. If you haven't read it you don't have to because there is a summary in this chapter about what goes on in it. Otherwise, feel free to read it as well. Before I forget, I give credit to Klainefan4eva for the title.

Also on Don't Mess With Kurt, I got a guest review saying that it was a piece of shit and that I needed to learn how to craft a story right. May I say that there was no plan for Don't Mess with Kurt? It kind of just went the way it did thanks to the wonderful people who offered suggestions. I can write. For example, I already know everything that's going to happen in this sequel. Don't hate if you don't like it. And I will remind all of you that fanfiction is for fun and imagination- NOT proper perfect stories. This is a place for us fangirls to go.

Sorry for the rant. Enjoy the first chapter of Nobody Messes with Blaine. :)

-Morgy

Blaine POV

To sum it all up, my life went to hell after I tried to help my boyfriend in New York. Over my Spring Break, Kurt ran into an old problem of his and mine. This problem's name is Chandler. Chandler started stalking Kurt, and the minute I found out, my ass was in New York helping Kurt. Throughout this scenario, Kurt and I patched things up. We had a heart to heart, and we are officially back together. We got Kurt a lawyer while in New York who flew out from Ohio to help out because he is my uncle. We eventually did catch Chandler with the help from a Latina friend- the one and only Santana Lopez.

Right before I left, my uncle got a phone call from my dad who demanded to speak with me. He called me a few names which left me unfazed because I'm used to it, but he also called Kurt names that didn't fly well with me. I blew up on him then comforted myself by calling my mom who ironically has been there for me this whole time. Ever since I came out, we've had this cover act where she acted like she could care less as to what my father did to me when really she tries to calm him down and he doesn't realize what she's doing. I'd like to say that she is the reason why my father is not abusive.

Anyway last time you guys saw me, I was going to my gate for my flight back to Ohio, so let's start right there.

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I sighed as I turned back around to head through security. My mind was completely out of it, so I forgot to take off my belt. I got a pretty mean glare from the security dude.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled then took off my belt to place it with my other things.

They had me walk through the metal detector again, and this time there was no beeping. As I put my shoes, belt, and etc. on, I vaguely saw Kurt and Rachel still walking towards the exit.

No one will ever know how badly I wanted to be with them just so I could escape whatever wrath my father will unleash on me when I get home.

I got to the gate and sat down- very early for my flight- and sighed to myself.

"Hey there, hot stuff, why the long face?" asked a tall, blonde girl who walked up and sat by me.

I looked over to her and made a very disgusted noise. She was wearing stilettos-yes, stilettos- a mini skirt, and a way too tight shirt on top. Slut, I thought to myself.

She seemed to ignore the clearly audible noise I had just made, and decided to flirt some more.

"I like your hair. Why do you gel it down like that?" she asked leaning towards me.

Goody, conversation, I thought sarcastically.

What I actually said to her however was, "My hair's really curly."

"I love curly hair. I just love running my hands through it while-" she cut herself off by giggling.

"Sweetie, as flattered as I am by your so far failed attempt at flirting. I am not interested."

"You will once we get back to Ohio." She winked at me then there was a signal that we could start boarding the plane.

I quickly sent a text to my mom to tell her we were boarding, and I turned my phone off while searching for my seat.

I was very happy with my seat for about five seconds. The plane was small, so each row of seats only had two seats in them on either side of the plane. I got a window seat. Sadly, however, once I stowed my small suitcase above my head, I met the person who I would be sitting by, or should I say re-met?

You guessed it. I'm sitting by the slut who tried to flirt with me.

"Why can't my day just go right," I groaned as I hit my head off of the seat in front of me.

"Yay! We get to sit by each other!" the girl squealed. "By the way, I am Monique Thompson. I didn't catch your name before."

"Blaine," I said looking at her again.

"So, Blaine, why are you flying to Ohio?" she asked looking genuinely interested until I saw her push her boobs out a little bit more. This made me want to throw up.

"I'm going home. I was here in New York-"

"For Spring Break? Me too. I'm also flying home. Well, second home really. I live with my mom in Pennsylvania, but my dad wanted me to spend time with him for a bit. He lives in Westerville," Monique rambled clearly forgetting that she was flirting with me not five seconds ago.

"I live in Westerville too, but I attend school in Lima. What about school for you?" I asked just trying to keep her from flirting with me again.

"Oh, I'm taking classes from an online college. The college is also a community college in Pennsylvania hence the Spring Break." she giggled.

It felt like my head was going to implode the net time she freaking giggled.

It looked like she had some sort of Einstein level realization then turned towards me again with the slutty smirk back on her face.

"So, gorgeous, if we are going to live near each other for awhile, maybe you and I could go out?" she asked.

It actually did take her that long to realize she stopped flirting with me.

"I'm actually taken because when you cut me off before I was going to say how-"

She cut me off again by saying, "Oh, you were visiting your girlfriend in New York. Well, since she's there that doesn't mean you can't take me out."

I groaned and ignored her for the rest of the flight.

When the plane finally landed, I got off as soon as I could, and because I only had the one small bag with me, I rushed to meet up with my mother who was going to be picking me up.

I smiled widely when I saw her standing there, but the smile quickly left my face when I saw my father standing beside her with a stern expression on his face.

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