I wrote this song just looking at you

by Amira Devant

Blaine stumbles into fame as a pop singer. Kurt has never been prouder of him, while he starts to taking on Broadway. But Blaine is a goober of epic proportions. "Blaine, it's really romantic you wrote a song for me, about me, and performed it in a concert. But you really are the King of Inappropriate Song Choices." Famous Klaine Love Story. Kelliot bromance.

2. And the Trumpets they go

And the Trumpets they go

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. It would be very different if I did. Songs: Trumpets by Jason Derulo.

Oh, and the fandom name 'Blainiacs' is borrowed from themuse19 in her fic: Model Behavior. (A personal favourite. Go read it!)

Summary: Blaine's clinging to Kurt while he's still in New York. But things have changed and he's starting to see that. The fun really starts when Kurt's opening on Broadway and Blaine's in NY. Now, Anna's unconscious, Blaine's in a towel and Belle is contemplating how to hide a body. Kurt can't deal with the drama. And Blaine gets inspired again. Klaine.

~0~0~0~

Blaine wrapped up his tour in New York, spending his last free days with Kurt. Donning his pink sunglasses, beanie and scarf Blaine followed Kurt around, determined to spend every second with his fiancé.

"You don't have to come with me, you know," Kurt said as they left their apartment, dressed for the cold winter day in New York City. Blaine was a step behind him, grinning as he caught Kurt's left hand in his right. The feeling of the band of metal against his fingers made his smile just a little bit wider.

"I really want to," Blaine replied, before singing out (with a cheesy grin), "I don't want to miss a thing."

Kurt rolled his eyes as Blaine locked up, "Goober."

"So, what's happening today?" Blaine asked as they walked down the three floors. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine's hand.

"Well, first is a lesson with Carmen then I've got four hours of script reading followed by coffee with Anna, and its then back to NYADA for movement and stunt and performance," Kurt recited as they walked towards the subway. "So, what are you doing today because there is no way you can shadow me they whole day."

Blaine pouted and pointed out, "I can sit in with Carmen and your rehearsals."

"Blaine, what do you need to really do?" Kurt asked again, a grin pulling at his lips.

The pop star sighed, "Belle needs to meet me about some things. Our flight is late, like ten. She said it's easier to avoid the press and fans that way."

They got onto the train, standing in a free spot in the corner. Blaine took the opportunity to get close to Kurt, wrapping an arm around his waist. Kurt kept their hands linked while using the other hand to hold onto the railing.

"You should go see Belle and the guys while I'm in class," Kurt pointed out, "That way you can be free when I get home."

"I know," Blaine mumbled. "But I wanna be with you."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Invite Belle and the guys for dinner. I'll cook. You can leave together from our place."

The train stopped at their destination. The pair got off and made their way towards NYADA. For Blaine, it was a tad nostalgic to walk the familiar route. Kurt just hummed, happy to be with Blaine. Entering the college, Kurt pulled Blaine along to the private practice rooms.

Blaine happily chatted quietly with Kurt over what they should make for dinner. He refused to let his fiancé cook alone after a full day. It was part of the domesticity he missed. Moreover, Blaine was acutely aware of the stares he got. Rumours would be flying around about Kurt Hummel bringing someone with him to his private lessons. Kurt Hummel was with someone and that was gossip worthy.

Blaine smirked at the stares, his face still half hidden behind his sunglasses, 'Yes, Kurt Hummel is taken. Remember that.'

Kurt ignored the stares. He was used to them by now; the open stares of the freshmen and the guarded looks from the seniors. Instead, he made his way to the room and knocked lightly before entering, dragging Blaine in behind him.

Closing the door behind him, Kurt flipped the light switch next to it. NYADA used a red-green light outside the door to indicate if the room was available or not. No one would enter the room now that the red light indicated it was occupied.

Carmen Tibideaux looked up from the piano where she was reading her notes. She smiled at one of her favourite students but raised an eye at the guest he brought. He looked familiar, once she looked past the scarf, beanie and thick coat.

The room itself was sparely furnished; only a piano, a music stand and three chairs were in the sound proof room.

"Carmen, sorry for this but he refused to leave me alone," Kurt said, as if he was put off by Blaine's presence. Carmen smirked at the smile that was pulling across the sophomore's lips despite his exasperated tone. He turned to his lover and added, "You can those off now, you know."

Blaine grinned as he took off his sunglasses and scarf, but left his hair hidden under the beanie. He turned to Carmen and smiled, "Hello again, Madame Tibideaux."

Carmen's lips twitched as she cast a glance to her student. She sat through the various gushing rants about Kurt's fiancé. She knew the whole high school romance and the shot to fame on Blaine's part. Hell, she was the one who changed his registration from full time to part time. But what she knew better, was how they held on to their relationship through it all: how Kurt was truly happy for Blaine's chance at success and how Blaine was Kurt's biggest supporter.

Carmen Tibideaux saw countless talented students enter NYADA. Kurt Hummel was another one. But there was something that made her choose him. His stage presence or perhaps, his resilience coupled with an awe inspiring talent and unique countertenor vocals. He was like a rough diamond; half polished and left in the dirt. But unlike others; he could be a team player.

Kurt Hummel was something unique. And Carmen got to watch as he slowly caught the attention of everyone around him. It was like their attention was caught by something sparkly before realising that the true shine came from the sun.

"Mr Anderson," Carmen greeted, "Are you troubling your fiancé again?"

Blaine's jaw dropped at that as he turned to Kurt, ready to ask if he had ever troubled him. Only to see Kurt grinning.

"He'll behave, Carmen," Kurt said as he dropped his bag by the music stand after taking out a red folder.

"I would hope so," Carmen replied as she looked over the top of her glasses. "We have some work to do. Now Samuel sent me the score for your songs in Bold. I've talked with your other teachers, and we've agreed that you may use these songs as your final pieces. It should ease some load off you."

Kurt smiled at that, clearly grateful. Carmen Tibideaux had, in her own way, kept a watchful eye on him from the moment he auditioned. Kurt sometimes thought she kept challenging him to push past his limits.

"And you," Carmen added, turning her gaze from Kurt, "Mr Anderson, take a seat and keep quiet. Cell phone off."

Blaine grumbled slightly as he took a seat in the corner. "Kurt was always your favourite…"

"And as my favourite," Carmen cut in sharply, forcing Blaine's head to jerk towards her. He didn't realise she could hear him. "He will take Broadway by storm and at a performance quality that I can boast off. No distractions."

Kurt stifled his smile as he took his place by the music stand, folder on it. He took the music sheets Carmen held out towards him from behind the piano. Blaine sat quietly, merely watching the quiet that descended over Kurt. The way he centred himself as he read the music in front of him.

"Samuel wants you to sing that song first. They just got the rights to it and permission granted," Carmen paused as she watched him, "I thought it would be a good place to start. It is within your range."

Kurt smirked at that. "Shall we warm up first?"

Carmen chuckled as she moved her hands into position over the keys. She played as Kurt sang, starting from middle C and moving upwards. Then she returned to middle C and moved downwards. It took close to thirty minutes before she stopped playing.

Blaine merely watched, fascinated by the voice that was so beautiful. It drew him back to the day in the Warbler room, when Kurt sang his heart out as he mourned the passing of a friend. His voice was more controlled; clearer and more confident.

When Madam Tibideaux started playing a familiar song, Blaine raised an eyebrow. He had to wonder at the chances that Kurt would get to perform a song he deliberately messed up before.

Kurt grinned as he closed his eyes, no bothering to even look at the music sheets. This was something he could sing in his sleep. Carmen always made him sight read a new piece once through first before perfecting it part by part.

'This will be perfect on the first try,' Kurt promised himself. This was redemption for throwing a note. He was in New York. People wanted him to sing this. So he will sing his heart out.

"Something's changed within me. Something is not the same."

~0~0~0~

The two hour lesson finished. Kurt was flushed but excited. Carmen was smiling as she waved them goodbye. Blaine once again donned his disguise and followed Kurt with a wave at his old teacher.

"I sometimes think you forget how talented you truly are," Blaine murmured, with a grin, to Kurt as they walked out of NYADA.

"Stealing my lines?" Kurt hummed in question, but the twinkle in his eyes warmed Blaine to his toes.

"No, seriously," Blaine said, serious as he tugged on Kurt's hand, "I sat there for two hours and you blew my mind repeatedly. You keep breaking expectations. And you stand there, as if it's just an everyday thing that you shouldn't be praised for."

Kurt smiled at that, tugging on his scarf to hide the blush.

"I have some catching up to do," Blaine added as they headed towards the subway.

"Oh?"

"Yeah," and Blaine side glanced his fiancé, "Carmen Tibideaux is challenging my spot as your biggest fan. I can't have that."

And that made Kurt laugh out loud. Clear and loud.

"God, I love you," Blaine blurted out as he stared at the sight of a completely happy Kurt.

"Good to know," Kurt replied lightly. His smile became a touch more loving, "I love you too."

The pair made their way towards the theatre were rehearsals were being held. Kurt smiled and waved to people as he entered, with Blaine trailing behind him. The director, Samuel Elis grinned at Kurt but threw Blaine a questioning look.

"Kurt! Right on time," Samuel said, speaking fast that was typical of him, "I spoke to Madam Tibideaux about some songs…"

"I know, Director Elis," Kurt cut in quickly, "I'm coming from a lesson with her."

"Oh, good." The man nodded to himself as he tapped away at his iPad. "And who is this?"

Kurt smiled, but still finding it awkward to introduce Blaine without really introducing him.

Blaine cut in, grinning behind the pair on non-prescription glasses he swapped his sunglasses for. "Hi, I'm Blaine. Kurt's fiancé. I'm sorry about intruding."

Samuel looked at Blaine curiously at the statement. Of course every saw the ring on Kurt's finger but the boy hardly ever talked about his fiancé; only that they were high school sweethearts.

"He's only in New York for a couple of days before he has to leave. He's refusing to leave me alone," Kurt said apologetically but with a love struck smile on his lips.

Samuel blinked at that. Kurt Hummel was a second year student. His fiancé, from what he could see, was around his age. "Where do you study?" Samuel asked curious.

Blaine laughed at that while artfully dodging the question. "I'm in LA."

Technically it was true. Blaine was taking lessons in LA. In between recording and singing and promoting.

Samuel nodded and motioned for them to go ahead and take a seat in the circle of chairs. It was only a script reading. Bold was a new musical. The main cast wasn't that large but it boast two seasoned performers as the main actor and actress. Kurt was the only new comer with one of the big supporting actor leads.

The producers insisted on a seasoned cast to launch the new musical. But it was Samuel who insisted that Kurt Hummel be cast in the part of Lance. The producers were only swayed when the NYADA student came with a personal recommendation from Carmen Tibideaux.

Kurt took a seat and Blaine sat down in the hastily brought chair. He thanked the assistant with a smile. He grinned as he looked around.

"This is exciting," Blaine murmured. Kurt snorted at that.

"It is!" Blaine insisted. "You're acting alongside Melody Fallis and Castiel Spector!"

"So that's why you came," Kurt teased, "You just wanted to fanboy!"

Blaine grinned at that and shrugged, "Partly. I guess I wanted to see you shine while acting alongside them."

Kurt melted at that.

"Kurt Hummel, you can't keep showing us old ones up like this! Being early and all," a voice cut him. Kurt and Blaine turned in unison only to stop short at seeing Castiel Spector standing behind them, grinning.

Green eyes drifted from Kurt to Blaine, "And who is this, Kurt?"

Kurt grinned but rolled his eyes. "This is Blaine, my fiancé. He's in New York for a few days and wanted to tag along."

"So this is the mysterious high school sweetheart," Melody added, joining the conversation. The two leads took the seats closest to Kurt. "I wouldn't leave this one alone for too long. Especially after the show starts."

Kurt blushed at that and Blaine raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"He's got quite the fan base," Melody replied, grinning conspiratorially. "He received a bunch of roses last week when we had the first started rehearsals."

"Oh really," Blaine replied with interest, mischief in his eyes.

"Oh please," Kurt scolded him, "You sent those."

"What about the group NYADA students who were waiting for you to finish?" Melody shot back.

"Group project," Kurt replied calmly but still shooting a glare at her.

Castiel snorted, "Kurt, the one guy had flowers."

Blaine turned to Kurt with a questioning look. Kurt just sighed and patted his hand. "Gossip mill went into overdrive when I dropped out from a full-time student to part-time."

Blaine shrugged at that, before turning to the two actors, "He's really popular at that school."

"You really can't talk," Kurt shot back with a pointed look. Blaine would have to concede that point.

"Your fiancé is going to be big on Broadway. His voice blew us away." Melody pressed, her voice a little more serious, "think you can handle it?"

Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled as big as he could. He honestly replied, "I can't wait."

~0~0~0~

They parted ways in the station, under Kurt's orders. Blaine pouted and whined but acquiesced to the order to go and meet Belle while Kurt went to class at NYADA. He made his way to the Hilton, were Belle and the band were staying. Officially, he was staying there as well.

Blaine knocked on the hotel door and grinned at Belle when she answered. She looked surprised to see him.

"I thought I would have to pry you away from him with a crow bar," she said in greeting as she opened the door.

Blaine merely removed his coat, scarf and glasses, and moaned, "He sent me away. He's got class."

Belle snorted. "And he wouldn't let you tag along."

She watched at the singer collapsed into the couch and cuddled a pillow. Blaine Anderson was simple to please: let him sing and have his fiancé. She often wondered about their relationship. At the beginning when she was briefed about her new charged, she had been jaw slacked at his voice. It was like honey. When she first met Blaine, she saw a talented young man who had the drive to make it. He write his own songs and could dance. Blaine Anderson was the perfect package.

Then she was told everything about him. The past he really didn't want to talk about, the lack of parental care and was gay and engaged. That stumped her. How the hell was she supposed to market a gay, engaged male? In the end, his voice sold the singles.

And she met Kurt; the high school sweetheart that Blaine proposed to. The boy was beautiful, and hell she would kill for those cheekbones. Hell of a singer too.

But she saw how Blaine's entire being perked up when he saw his love. For all the happiness Blaine got while performing; he was most content when he was with Kurt. For the first time, she believed a performer when he said that he would give everything up if his partner wanted it. She gave a sigh of relief when Kurt turned out to be Blaine's biggest fan and driving force.

So Belle went with it. She helped organise the visits and keeping Kurt's identity a secret.

"You're invited to dinner," Blaine said suddenly, "Kurt insisted. Rick and the guys too."

Belle laughed at that and made a note in her iPad. "Duly noted. Now let's get down to business…"

~0~0~0~

Kurt smiled as he stepped into the small coffee shop near NYU. He was meeting Anna, the girl he met at Blaine's concert and had swopped numbers. She was an NYU student, pre-med and a proud Blainiac.

The scent of coffee filled Kurt with a warmth, as he associated the smell with Blaine and afternoons spent in the Lima Bean. He smiled as he stood in line to order. Glancing around, Kurt nodded in greeting at the waving Anna. The girl was already seated with a cup of coffee in front of her and a slice of cake.

Armed with his usual coffee order, and keeping an eye on the time, Kurt sat down at the table.

"Kurt!" Anna greeted with a smile, an iPad on the table with a tab on Tumblr already opened.

"Anna, hi," Kurt replied with a smile. They had swopped numbers at the concert and agreed to meet in a public setting. "How are you?"

"I'm half-expecting everything to be a crazy dream, except I have the videos and photos from the concert," she replied with an easy grin.

Kurt laughed at that. Taking a sip of his coffee, he replied, "I know the feeling."

"So," the black haired girl grinned at her new friend, "give me the low down on the important facts."

Kurt's eyebrow shot up at the question. He knew the bare basics about her; and she about him. What exactly constituted as the 'important facts'?

Anna rolled her eyes at him, before shooting out the questions, "When did you become a Blainiac? Favourite song? And what is you Tumblr handle?"

Kurt giggled at that, putting down his cup of coffee. She had a piece of chocolate cake on her fork, but was waiting expectantly for his answers.

"Why do I get the feeling these questions will determine this whole friendship?"

"Because it will," she shot back with an easy grin, "Come on. We were both in the VIP Golden Circle section. You have to be a Blainiac or loaded to afford those tickets. I used up my savings from Christmas and my birthday for my ticket. I know you're not loaded because you told me you're a student at NYADA and you work part-time. So, you're a Blainiac."

"Okay, okay," Kurt relented as he mentally thanked the dwarf in the teapot that Blaine was not with him at the moment. He took a sip of his drink.

"I first heard Blaine Anderson at a glee competition back in Ohio. So, I've been a fan since high school really," Kurt said with a grin. Granted he was bending the truth slightly.

"Wait!" Anna dropped her fork onto the side plate with the rest of her cake. "You heard Blaine Anderson sing before he was famous? HOLY SHIT!"

Kurt smirked at her wide eyes, adding lightly, "I've competed against him too." It wasn't a complete lie. They did compete for solos in Glee.

"What's your tumblr handle and please tell you have videos!"

Kurt shrugged, "I don't have a Tumblr account. I don't really have time for anything apart from Facebook between work and school. And I don't' think there are videos. I mean, I'll check…"

Anna gaped at him.

Kurt snorted delicately, before shooting back, "I'm surprised that a med student has time for social media or is your course load grossly exaggerated?"

Anna grinned as she took another sip of her coffee, "Well, I'm going to need you to triple check about those videos. Blaine singing before he was famous is surprisingly rare. Now, what is your favourite song?"

"Hmmm, it's a toss-up between Teenage Dream and Upright."

"Excellent answer," Anna nodded sagely. "I love Heartbeat. His voice makes me melt."

Kurt hummed in agreement. Blaine's voice was like honey; pure and sweet. Heartbeat may have been a cheesy summer song, but that didn't mean Blaine's voice didn't sound fantastic.

The conversation drifted after that. Kurt found out more about Anna herself; above her obsession for Blaine Anderson, she also was a Korean music fan. Not much of a Broadway fan though. After a heated exchange of words, the general agreement was that Kurt would introduce Anna to Broadway and she would show him kpop.

"Anna?" a voice cut in, prompting the two at the table to look up from their fierce debate.

"Charlie!" the girl practically leaped from her seat at the sight of the blond (natural, Kurt was sure) that approached the table with two more guys in tow.

From the enthusiastic kiss, Kurt concluded that this was the infamous boyfriend who refused to attend the concert with her. He merely sat back in his chair and waited awkwardly for his new friend.

When Anna finally reappeared for air, she grinned at her boyfriend. "Charlie, this is Kurt, my new BFF. We met at the concert."

Green eyes stared Kurt down, "Should I be worried?" he asked, half-joking.

"You would deserve it!" Anna retorted as she disentangled herself and sat down again. "You refused to come with me. Kurt kept me company through the whole thing."

"Gay and happily taken," Kurt replied dryly before the boy wound himself up. "Kurt Hummel."

"Charles Hunt," he replied with a, now warm, smile. "So you're a Blainiac? How does your boyfriend feel about that?"

Kurt snorted at that before replying, "Despite being gay, he's a Katy Perry nut so if I must deal with his idolisation of a singer; he can deal with mine. He does like Blaine's version of Teenage Dream though."

With a glance at his watch, Kurt sighed. "I'm sorry but I have to run. I have class."

Quick plans, and promise of meeting for coffee again, were made between Anna and Kurt; with Charlie joking that he didn't have to worry about his girlfriend leaving him for a Blainiac.

Kurt smirked at that as he grabbed his bag, "I don't know. My ex-girlfriend was a cheerleader and is currently at MIT…"

With a wink at Anna who giggled and a gaping Charlie, he left.

~0~0~0~

Before Kurt knew it, Blaine was gone again.

Kurt's life moved on, whether his fiancé was at his side or not. He soon found himself being the only one in New York.

Santana accepted the offer from Mercedes to produce an album together, and moved to LA. Rachel chose to chase down the bright lights of Hollywood after an offer for her own tv show, leaving her reputation on Broadway slightly tarnished after she skipped out on a show to attend an audition in LA. But she was thrilled and kept going on about how television was more exciting. She had confided in Kurt that she found the repetition of the doing the same show for months grew tiresome. Kurt couldn't imagine it, but accepted it.

Sam had moved in with him for a while, trying to get his modelling career off the ground while attending community college part time. But he was offered an assistant coach position by Coach Biest, and he too left for Lima. He chose to continue his studies in sports education through a community college in Ohio. And for the first time in a long time, Kurt found himself almost completely alone. And it scared him.

Anna, the girl who had made him half-deaf at the concert grew to be quite the friend. She became a close friend, forcing Kurt to actually make friends outside of his high school group. On top of being someone Kurt knew that was not in the fashion industry or attending NYADA, Anna was a Blainiac. Which meant he could fanboy along with her to his heart desire. Plus, she kept him in the loop about what the fans were saying or thinking without him feeling like a creep on Tumblr.

As for making more friends, Kurt found himself actually talking more to students of NYADA and, due to Anna, NYU. While he wasn't completely comfortable with NYADA students, it turns out popularity is a lot like being infamous, he did make an interesting friendship with some NYU students Anna knew. She practically hung out at most of the BA students hang outs and adopted a music student Elliot 'Starchild' Gilbert and his friend Dani. Along with the quiet drummer Greg and his girlfriend Rose, the four formed a band called Spill as a side project.

The inside joke was that Elliot and Dani met when they literally ran into each other at a coffee shop, spilling coffee. Then they recruited Greg and Rose. One night, Anna pitched up and dragged a half-dead tired Kurt to a hole in the wall venue to watch Spill play. They were a punk rock slash alternate band.

It took ten minutes, and one rock out session and they all became fast friends. Anna joked that they would be Spill's first groupies, even going as far as to manage their 'fanbase', as she aggressively attacked all social media on their behalf. Kurt laughed and went with it when she named him co-president, and he helpfully pointed out that she needed help for her internet addiction.

It was odd, but they all knew that Kurt was with someone, who was currently in LA. They only knew him as Bee, but no one questioned why there weren't any pictures around his flat. In the beginning they asked about him, not really caring that Kurt was gay, but dropped the subject after Kurt offered no information.

It was almost two months before Blaine could take any time off. And he now had two glorious weeks off to spend in New York. Unfortunately, Kurt was swamped with work and rehearsals. Bold was opening that week, which is partly why Blaine told Belle that no matter what, he was going to New York.

And Kurt was losing his collective mind. Despite dropping his hours at Vogue to near non-existent, he had no time. And with the show opening, he was walking on nails every day.

"You need to breath," Anna said when she dropped by Kurt's place. Elliot trailed in after her, smiling slightly as he tapped away on his phone. It had only been recently Kurt had invited her over; after making sure than all Blaine-items were locked away. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill."

Kurt glared at her from his yoga position. Anna was lounging on the sofa, tablet out and on Tumblr whilst she sipped her coffee. Elliot was smirking his phone, wincing slightly when he glanced at Kurt in an awkward position. And trying to stop himself from checking out his friend dressed in tight work out clothing. Elliot was gay, and while Kurt was gorgeous, they were just friends. Not to mention Kurt was in love with someone else. Elliot was not going to go borrowing trouble.

"The very realistic fear of messing up on stage is a not a molehill!" Kurt grunted as he shifted position. "I'm going to be on Broadway for the first time. This is my once-in-a-lifetime chance. Oh Gaga, I'm going on stage in less than a week!"

"I get it," Anna replied exasperated, "but you're going to stress yourself into making a mistake. Kurt, you will be brilliant; you've been rehearsing all the time."

Kurt gave up on the yoga, and moved to sit cross-legged on the mat. Quietly, he murmured, "I'm the only amateur actor in the lead cast."

"Please," Elliot tossed in, "everyone thinks you're brilliant. The director and the other actors honestly think you're going to steal the show. You are the only one who's worried. Where the hell is this coming from anyway? You're usually confident."

Kurt merely grunted as he changed position again, ignoring Elliot.

Anna rolled her eyes before changing the topic, "Can we talk about something else then?"

"Like Blaine's break?" Kurt replied with a smirk.

"Exactly!" Anna practically cried, "I know he needs a break but he tends to completely disappear when he's on break. I know he's not famous enough to be stalked by the pap, but we need information."

"Anna, your crazy is showing," Elliot piped up, putting his phone down. He liked Blaine Anderson, but he was no fanboy like his two friends. Rose was the other big Blaine fan from their group.

"Shut up. Go back to your next hook up," Anna through at Elliot. She turned to Kurt and smirked, "You know you want to know as well"

"I deny nothing but you know what this break will lead to, don't you."

Anna squealed in delight. She had a guilty pleasure of note.

"Blaine RPF fics because everyone knows Blaine's with his fiancé."

"You're also forgetting one important fact," Kurt said with a disappointed look on his face but a smirk on his lips.

"What?"

"He'll be in New York on his break."

Kurt didn't have time to cover his ears as Anna freaked out again.

"Why are we friends with a crazy person?" Elliot asked Kurt over the fangirling Anna.

Kurt shrugged.

"So, who's the guy that's got your attention locked?"

~0~0~0~

Blaine grinned as he slipped through the airport unnoticed. There was no screaming crowd or photographers waiting. He was, once again, just another traveller. It was refreshingly normal.

Belle had worked her magic, and the world thought Blaine was recording something new. No one knew he started his 'vacation' early. It meant Blaine could make his way to New York and attend the opening of Bold without causing the gossip mill to go crazy. He wasn't famous yet but he was well known enough to actually be noticed. And ruining Kurt's night was definitely not on the agenda.

So Blaine grabbed a cab, making sure his face was obscured by the glasses and hoodie, and finally was able to go home. Pulling out his phone, he called Kurt, smiling at the dial tone.

"Hey love," Kurt's voice came through the noise. It sounded like he was out. Blaine frowned, he had hoped that Kurt would be at home. And it was late.

"Hey," Blaine said softly as the cab sped through the streets, "I thought you were home?"

"Yeah," Kurt tried to answer but it sounded like his friends realised who he was talking to and started shouting from the other side. Blaine grinned at the drunken calls of 'it's Kurt's loverboy!' and 'We love you Bee!'

"Hang on," Kurt said, frustration leaking into his voice as he moved away from the noise. It sounded like he stepped outside. Blaine frowned. "Okay, I can hear you now. Sorry, I thought you had a late interview. I called earlier and Belle said you were busy."

"I was," Blaine replied, still frowning, "Please tell me you are not standing outside alone."

Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine. This was one of the things they constantly fought about. Blaine worried and was over protective. He seemed to forget that Kurt lives alone in New York. He can handle himself.

"I'm not. I'm at Socks, with Anna and the gang. They have a balcony area, mainly for people who smoke," and here Blaine could practically see Kurt scrunch up his nose, "but it's quiet."

"Socks? The bar with a dance floor?" Blaine questioned, trying to remember where it was.

"Yeah, I mentioned it before but we haven't been here together. It's mainly NYU students. Apparently I needed a stress reliever because I'm driving everyone else crazy with my nerves. So Anna and Elliot dragged out Dani, Rose, Greg and Charlie. And the Charlie's friends joined us and they started a drinking contest."

"Sounds fun," Blaine smiled slightly, but he couldn't help but let the sadness bleed into his voice. He hated that he was missing out on living with Kurt.

"It's okay. I was declared judge because a, I don't drink and b, I am not affiliated with either side beyond friendship," Kurt replied dryly. "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, med students can drink. They won. Ironically, the losing side is now drowning their sorrows."

Blaine chuckled, "How soon can you get home?"

"Someone wants to get cyber lucky," Kurt joked, "Give me twenty minutes?"

"I'm about five minutes away," Blaine grinned into the phone, hearing Kurt's breath catch, "Thank goodness I remembered by keys. I'll see you at home?"

"You're here?" Kurt's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "I thought you could only get away on Friday?"

"Belle worked her magic," Blaine replied before swallowing thickly, "See you at home? God, I've missed you."

"I love you," came the quiet reply, "I'll be home in ten."

"Love you too."

Kurt hung up and rushed back into the bar slash club, making a beeline for the bar that his friends had commandeered. He headed for the Elliot, who despite drinking was one of the more sober ones. He was with Anna and Charlie, who was wrapped about Anna. And Gaga did that sight make his heart lurch for Blaine.

"Kurt!" Anna called out in her tipsy haze as he approached, "How's lover boy?"

Kurt was grinning brightly, "In New York. He managed to get away early and just got here. I have to go. But I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

"Bow chicka wow wow," Elliot grinned back and winked, "We'll drop by in the afternoon instead of the morning."

Kurt didn't even bother denying it.

"But I want to meet the infamous Bee!" Anna moaned, ignoring Charlie who started to kiss her neck.

"Anna, sweetheart, Kurt and his boyfriend haven't been together in two months. If we go in the morning, we would either not get in or get an eyeful," Elliot said seriously. "In fact. I think we should just give them a day to get it out their system."

"Don't give her ideas," Kurt warned Elliot as Anna perked up at the thought of catching an 'eyeful'. Turning to Anna he said dryly, "You need help. Do not come by because I will not open the door for you. I have two days off. I am now officially too busy."

"Go," Elliot said with a smile, "I'll keep an eye on these guys."

Kurt threw him a grateful look before really looking at Elliot and saying, "Whoever this guy is, he must be something."

Elliot flushed. Kurt grinned and left the bar. Thankfully, he found a cab outside.

It was late, nearing one am when the cab pulled outside the Bushwick apartment. Blaine had wanted, when he started earning money, to move. His nightmares, though few and far between, were that something would happen to Kurt. It was not the safest area and Kurt was now completely alone. But Kurt refused. It was a student area and it was close to NYADA. Blaine had, in turn, refused to stop paying half the rent. There was no way he was leaving Kurt to pay the rent alone.

Thanking the driver, Blaine grabbed his luggage and paid before making his way to the block. The elevator was actually working, saving Blaine from lugging his bags up three flights of stairs. It was a strangely good feeling to open the door with his key.

Blaine breathed in the scent of something he called home. Kurt hadn't changed anything in the flat. It was still a small, two bedroom flat, with walls, and a small lounge and kitchen. They had converted the one room into a study of sorts by pushing the bed into a corner, and extra closet space for Kurt. The piano was left in the lounge.

The kitchen looked the same, save for the few new appliances scattered. But walking towards the bedroom, Blaine frowned. Something had changed and he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

Leaving his luggage in the corner and taking off the fake glasses, Blaine looked around. One glance at the bed he knew what had changed. There were no pictures of them, together. There were no pictures of him. And his heart dropped.

Before he couldn't process anything, he heard the door open, and excited, "Blaine!"

"Bedroom," Blaine croaked out, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the bedside cabinet. For as long as he could remember, they both kept pictures on their side. Blaine loved the one from Prom and Kurt insisted on the one from a coffee date.

But it wasn't there anymore. And it was like Blaine had walked into his worst nightmare. Kurt didn't keep the pictures. Did Kurt want out? God, it would kill Blaine but he wouldn't hurt Kurt. He would find a way to fix this. He couldn't let Kurt walk away from them. He had to fix this.

Blaine's head jerked to the bedroom door at the sound of his name, and his breath caught the sight of Kurt. He looked even more perfect standing there, dressed in red skinny jeans and a black shirt, eyes shining. Blaine's heart skipped a beat.

'I can't lose this. I can't lose him,' as the only thought that ran through his head.

It took half a second for Kurt to register that something wasn't right. Kurt froze, taking in the way Blaine looked at him. It made him both freeze, and want to run to Blaine.

"Blaine? What's wrong?" Kurt asked as he slowly approached his fiancé.

Blaine looked helplessly at Kurt before glancing to the bedside and back. In a moment, he made a decision. He moved to wrap Kurt in a hug, holding tight. "I missed you. I swear, I'm never leaving you again. So stay. Please stay."

"I missed you too," Kurt admitted softly before frowning, "and I'm not going anywhere. Blaine? What's wrong?"

Blaine pulled back as he took a deep breath and looked into Kurt's eyes. His hazel eyes were near heart breaking. "You tell me."

"What?"

Blaine swallowed, unwilling to say the words that might make everything that was in his mind real. "There are no pictures. I'm not anywhere…"

Kurt frowned in confusion before shaking his head and hugged Blaine again.

"Blaine, I am friends with one of your biggest fans. Anna drops by sometimes," Kurt said slowly, soaking in the tight embrace.

Blaine held on, but frowned at the words. "So?"

"Blaine, she comes in and sees pictures of us together in high school and figures out that I'm your mysterious fiancé. It would be all over the internet in minutes. She, and all my friends here, know you as Bee, my mysterious 'lover boy' who is in LA. The guy I'm madly in love with. All our things are in the closet that locks. I keep them there because she's been by more often lately. It's been lonely since everyone left."

Blaine pulled back slightly, asking quietly after processing everything, "We're okay? Cos I would give it up. I can come back and go to college."

"No you can't," Kurt admonished. "I wouldn't let you. It makes you happy."

"I would be happy with just being with you," Blaine replied with a heart-melting grin.

Kurt flushed, "Sweet talker. I'm already engaged to you."

For the first time, Blaine noticed that Kurt still wore the ring. The sight of it sent a wave of relief through him. Looking back at Kurt, Blaine smiled at the eye roll.

He didn't resist the kiss Kurt pulled him into. In fact, Blaine was more than happy and willing participant.

"Now, I'm off for two days before final rehearsals," Kurt panted as he pulled Blaine towards the bed, "And as much as I love the cybersex, I want you now."

Blaine grinned as he pulled off his shirt and hoodie together, letting it drop to the floor. "Two months in way too long."

~0~0~0~

They didn't venture from the bedroom until lunch the next day. Breakfast had been side tracked until they couldn't ignore their stomachs.

"Coffee and bagels?" Kurt asked, glowing from the pleasure, still naked and rumpled in bed. He was cuddle on Blaine's chest, merely loving the feeling of Blaine's fingertips on his skin as they trailed up and down the length of his back.

"But that would mean leaving the bed," Blaine grumbled. "Don't want to leave. Ever."

"You're stomach says otherwise," Kurt teased. "Come on, it's passed lunch anyway."

Kurt sat up, extracting himself from the embrace and winced at the aches that riddled his body. But it was a good ache. A glance back at the bed, revealed a smug Blaine eyeing Kurt in a way that made him shiver.

But the sight of Blaine in bed made Kurt smug. Unlike Blaine, who couldn't leave a mark on Kurt's skin, Kurt didn't have that restriction. Blaine sported some impressive love bites, disarrayed hair, swollen lips and probably some scratch marks down his back.

They had gotten enthusiastic. Which reminded Kurt he would need to sort out everything they had knocked over in the bathroom in their attempt to clean up. They had gotten distracted when that tried to take a shower together.

Kurt looked around the room. His red jeans were on the floor and his shirt on the chair, but he couldn't spot his underwear. Though he did spot Blaine star-spangled boxers that Kurt had bought for Blaine as a joke because of his love for Captain America. Kurt had laughed hard, but flushing in embarrassment when Blaine had pointed out that Kurt would make a fantastic Captain America. The hair and eyes were perfect, according to Blaine who then begged Kurt to dress at the Avenger for Halloween. Kurt refused. Blaine pouted. Kurt bought him the underwear.

Feeling Blaine's eyes on him, Kurt picked up the underwear and slipped them on. Next was the plain black hoodie. A quick look at the bed made Kurt smirk at the heated look Blaine was giving him. He knew that wearing Blaine's clothes drove the boy crazy.

"Breakfast," Kurt chided before leaving the room, chuckling at the groan that emanated from the bed.

Kurt worked quickly to whip up the breakfast after turning on the coffee machine and putting on a playlist from his iPod. The playlist was an old one Blaine made and it made Kurt smile at the old songs drifted through the quiet apartment.

Blaine stumbled into the kitchen soon after, and after a deep kiss that tasted of mint, he poured the coffee. Kurt smiled at the familiar actions. It still amazed him how they fell back together so easily. The bagels toasted slowly as a mug of coffee, prepared perfectly appeared in front of Kurt.

Kurt smiled and accepted. A small sip produced a moan of appreciation. "Thanks." It was quiet.

Blaine put down his cup before wrapping his arms around Kurt from behind. Just holding him while Kurt turned the bagels in the pan. Kurt didn't say a word about his movement being restricted. The distance made them crave moments like this.

Kurt smiled slightly as warm hands slipped under the hoodie, stroking his stomach and the soft kisses at the base of his neck.

"I love you," the soft murmur drifted in the quiet room. As if Blaine was whispering a secret into his skin.

Kurt turned in his arms, "I love you too."

And his smile said it all. Breakfast was quiet and quick. Instead of eating at the table, they cuddle on the couch, whispering and laughing. Kurt in Blaine's clothes, and Blaine in one of Kurt's sweatpants.

After eating, Kurt asked, "Shower?"

Blaine grinned at the thought, but it was cut short by a familiar ringtone. Blaine groaned and got up. "Belle."

Kurt smiled lightly and nodded, following Blaine back into the bedroom. Kurt stripped the bed as Blaine answered the call, even as Blaine's eyes left Kurt's figure.

Belle talked fast, as per usual. Blaine rolled his eyes at her lecture, yet again, about keeping his head down. She kept him up to track about the rumour mill.

"Belle, hang on two seconds," Blaine cut in, before reaching for Kurt. A light kiss. Just a small one that brought a smile to Kurt's lips.

'God I missed this.'

"Go shower. I'll join you in a few." Blaine said.

Kurt nodded, "Be nice to Belle."

It was Blaine's turn to roll his eyes at his fiancé before going back to the call.

"Okay, so someone leaked that I'm in New York?" Blaine asked when he heard the shower turn on. He frowned at that. He had hoped for a few days on anonymity in New York to go out with Kurt.

"Yeah. They got a picture of you at the airport leaving LA in your disguise. And somehow, a fan saw this tweet and found you leaving the airport in New York. I just landed. I'm coming over. We may need to do a public appearance and make it seem like you're going back to LA. There's a kid who requested meeting you through Make a Wish Foundation."

"Belle," Blaine said in frustration at the guilt trip, "I'm on vacation. No public appearances."

"Okay Blaine, kiddy gloved are off," Belle shot back. "They are tracking you. They knew what you look like in your disguise. All it takes is a random meeting on the street. Worst case scenario, you're with your fiancé. Now I actually like your fiancé. I respect that he wants to make his own name on his own strength and talent. I'm trying to help you with that. Because my life would be a lot easier without the secrecy. You like kids. You meet this kid that's dying of freaking cancer for a day, and we fly him out to LA for your next concert with all the works. Now, I'll be at your place in an hour to iron out the details."

Blaine rubbed his face, before replying softly, "Sorry Belle. I just miss him like crazy and I just want some time with him. Thank you for doing all of this."

"No problem Blaine," Belle replied her tone slightly softer. In the background he could hear the airport. "You're actually one of my easiest talents I have ever had. See you soon. Be dressed pleased."

And she hung up. Blaine blushed slightly. It took him weeks to be able to look her in the eye after Belle walked into Kurt and him getting hot and heavy in his dressing room when he first started touring.

Sighing, Blaine made his way to the bathroom. The sight of naked Kurt in the shower made him stop and lose track of his thoughts. It took him seconds to get undressed and get in too.

"Hey there," Kurt teased.

Blaine's only response was to back Kurt up against the wall and kiss him hard.

Kurt hummed before pulling away. "That took a while. What did Belle want?"

"Huh?" Blaine asked distractedly, his hands trailing across what seemed like miles of milky white skin.

"Belle?"

Blaine snapped back Kurt's face and sighed. "She's coming over now. They spotted me in disguise leaving LA and arriving in New York. Fans are taking pictures, tweeting and now searching for me. She's coming to talk damage control. I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay," Kurt said softly, his hands moving to frame Blaine's face. "Thank you for going through the trouble to keep me out of everything."

Blaine shook his head, kissing Kurt again. "I would do anything for you."

Kurt smiled at that before stealing a kiss too. "Take a shower. I'm done."

Blaine moaned at that. "No stay."

"I'll get dressed and put some coffee."

"Stay?"

"No hair gel please."

And Kurt was gone, leaving Blaine alone in the shower.

Kurt quickly got ready, tossing on a comfortable pair pf jeans and a t-shirt he wears only at home. He wasn't dressed like a slob, merely comfortably. Tossing their scattered clothes into the laundry, Kurt made a mental note to get Blaine to unpack. They could at least put his clothing in the wash before getting distracted again.

He put on the coffee machine again, turned off the iPod. He heard the knock at the door. Kurt smiled. He liked Belle, even if he didn't know her well enough. He did get on her good side when he called dibs on a pair of Nine West shoes in her size from Vogue. Isabelle looked confused when he grabbed the freebie but nodded when he mentioned it was gift.

Kurt opened the door, "Hey…" He cut off.

'Oh shit.'

Standing at his door was Anna and Elliot. Anna looked more than slightly hung over.

'Fuck.'

"Oh thank god," Anna said behind her sun glasses, "I need coffee and Elliot wasn't sure you would actually be out of bed yet."

"What are you doing here?" Kurt asked, eyes wide at he realised there was no way he was getting rid of them.

"We said we would be by," Elliot replied, smirking. "Plus, we need to see the man candy that makes you turn down guys."

"I'm actually waiting for someone…"

And then Belle walked up behind them.

'Fuck.'

"Kurt!" her eyes flicked to the two by the door and back. Kurt shook his head slightly.

Belle mentally cursed. Kurt scrambled.

"Belle! She's a talent agent. These are my friends Elliot and Anna."

Belle smiled, slightly strained but caught on to what Kurt was saying.

"I'm sorry that this is the only time we can meet."

Kurt smiled, his was also strained, "Please come in. Sorry guys."

Anna looked like she wanted to protest but Elliot shook his head, "It's cool. We'll come by later."

Kurt gave a sigh of relief.

"Fine," Anna pouted and joked, "but we are going to meet your lover boy. You can't hide him from us and our crazy forever. Can I at least get a top up?"

Kurt sighed and let them in, "Coffee is on. Belle, coffee?"

"Please?"

The trio walked on, Anna making a beeline and Elliot bringing up the rear.

"She mixed vodka and tequila. She's really hung over," Elliot whispered with a grin.

Kurt shook his head and moved to make a cup for Belle. Anna already was draining her travel mug. "Elliot? Coffee?"

"I'm good. Thanks Kurt."

"Belle, how do you take your coffee? Please, take a seat," Kurt said politely. His eyes kept flickering to the bathroom. You could hear the shower. Unfortunately, the little two bedroom apartment only had one bathroom. The entrance to which was next to the two bedroom doors, from the lounge area.

"One sugar, no milk please," Belle replied, her eyes wide at the sound of the shower.

Kurt made the coffee quickly, glaring at Anna who was staring at the bathroom door.

"Don't even think about it," Kurt warned. Anna rolled her eyes.

"I'm not crazy enough to actually go into the bathroom."

"Speak for yourself," Elliot quipped. But backed down at the glare Kurt tossed his way. "Joking!"

Elliot turned to Belle with a smile, while Anna moved for another refill.

"Talent agent? Are you scouting Kurt?"

Belle put down her coffee, and answered with quickly. She and Kurt had the same thought: 'Get them out of here now.'

"My agency works with major brands. We have some interest in the Broadway scene. I'm really only reaching out. We keep an eye on up-and-coming talents," she said vaguely. "I'm sorry but I really do need to speak to Kurt."

Elliot nodded and smiled. He got up from his seat and opened his mouth.

Kurt froze as the sound of a door open. Anna whipped around form the coffee machine. Belle froze in her seat. Elliot's jaw dropped.

Blaine opened the door, still wet with a towel around his waist and another rubbing at his mop of curls. He was already talking. Before the door even opened fully.

Kurt didn't even notice the shower turning off.

"Belle, I thought you said you would be here in an hour?" Blaine said as he pushed the door open.

Kurt closed his eyes for a moment, at the inevitable scene. Belle cursed, already reaching for her briefcase.

Blaine froze in the doorway at the three people in the room. "Fuck."

Elliot stared jaw slack at the sight of Blaine in the towel, and more than just him being Blaine Anderson.

Anna, poor Anna, froze. Her hands went slack and her travel mug fell to the floor, thankfully still empty. "What?"

Kurt sighed. But before he could say a word, Anna let out a small shriek and fainted on the spot.

"Shit," Kurt cursed as he moved to try and catch her. Thankfully she slumped against the counter and he was able to stop her from hitting her head. "Elliot, a little help please?"

The rocker whipped his head to Kurt, still shocked.

"Blaine. Clothes please. Elliot, help me move her to couch. For a small girl she's kind of heavy."

Elliot moved mechanically to help. Blaine slipped into the bedroom to put something on quickly.

Anna was on the couch with a frozen Elliot next to her who wouldn't stop staring at Kurt. Belle was shuffling through papers. Kurt quickly searching got a glass of ice water and some garlic. He didn't keep smelling salts but anything pungent should work. Or so he hoped.

He flicked iced water at Anna's face, while Elliot held the garlic under her nose. She moaned and woke up after a few minutes.

"What?" Anna slurred as she woke up, confused. Elliot stayed silent and turned back to Kurt.

Kurt sighed.

Anna bolted up and shrieked. "Blaine Anderson in a towel!"

And turned around and pointed at Belle, "I knew you looked familiar!"

"Kurt what the fuck is going on?!" Anna was freaking out now, her voice rising.

Elliot stayed silent but looked at Kurt, trying to process what exactly was happening.

Kurt was saved from answering. Blaine walked back into the living room, dressed in sweats and an old t-shirt of his. He was calm. Kurt glared at him. Too calm.

"Hi, you must be Elliot and Anna, right? I'm Blaine; Kurt's fiancé." And Blaine said it with a heart stopping smile.

Kurt cursed him mentally. Blaine was cool and charming while he was having a meltdown.

Anna stared wide eyed before shrieking, "Holy fuck! Blaine Anderson!?"

"What the actual fuck?!" Elliot muttered, eyeing Blaine as he wrapped an arm around Kurt.

"Come on, it's okay. They're your friends," Blaine murmured before stealing a kiss. "Calm down. It'll be fine. Promise."

"You're engaged," Elliot said dumbly, "To freaking Blaine Anderson?!"

Anna was now biting back her screams and staring wide eyed at the pair.

"You're the mysterious childhood sweetheart and fiancé?" Elliot said again.

Anna paled again.

"Shit! Anna breathe," Kurt said quickly, moving from Blaine's arms to the couch.

"You're Blaine Anderson's fiancé?!" she asked Kurt, with wild eyes.

"I told you I've been a fan since high school," Kurt tried to joke. He ignored the shocked noise from Elliot.

"Oh god…" Anna moaned as she leaned back.

"This makes sense…" Elliot mumbled. "You head over heels in love with a guy you see every couple of weeks and don't even look at other guys. Yet you don't have pictures of him around nor do you talk about him."

"Oh my god!" Anna exclaimed sitting up abruptly, "You really are the biggest Blaine Anderson fan."

Blaine chuckled at that, which caused the pair to snap their heads towards him so fast Kurt was worried they would get whiplash, and joked, "I would hope so."

Anna started freaking out again, "Fuck. Blaine Anderson is in front of me. Fuck. I saw Blaine Anderson in a towel. Fuck. What the hell is going on?!"

Kurt gave up on Anna, sighing before turning to Elliot. Starchild wasn't as big as a fan.

"You okay, Elliot?"

Elliot jerked his head to meet Kurt's eyes and nodded, "Yeah. Just processing. This is a bit crazy…" he stopped and tried to joke, "Guess I never really had a chance with you, huh?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and shrugged, "I'm sorry I didn't say anything but, it's complicated." He ignored the gentle prod at the casual flirting Elliot had tried with him when they first met. The rocker had backed off when Kurt told him about his fiancé, but there were times when rocker slipped up and toed the flirtatious line. Although, recently, Elliot had been tangled up in a new lover.

Blaine, on the other hand, frowned but let the comment slide. For now.

Anna was breathing deeply and muttering to herself. Belle had grabbed Blaine's arm and dragged him to the small kitchen table. Elliot merely gave Kurt a 'no shit' look.

"Why the fuck aren't you telling people you're his fiancé?!" Anna burst. "Oh my god, I'm friends with Blaine's fiancé… Oh god, we met at the concert. Holy shit. What the fuck is happening?!"

Kurt waited till the end of the tirade, and shrugged. "I want to be on Broadway. I want to make a name for myself. I don't want to be known, or get parts because, I am Blaine's fiancé or husband. We've been together since high school. Our old friends and our families know about us. We don't actually have many friends that don't know us from high school. And Blaine's bandmates know about us."

Elliot realised what Kurt was saying. "We are the first of your New York friends. We aren't on a need to know basis."

Kurt met his gaze and nodded.

"Would you have told us?"

Kurt bit his lip and nodded with a small smile, "Eventually. Before everyone else. Just, not like this."

"And now, to keep this under wraps, you two need to sign this contract," Belle cut in. She walked towards the couch with Blaine behind her. He was rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Merely secrecy contracts that you won't tell, say, post or leak this information until we release it to the press. No one can know."

"Contracts?" Kurt questioned.

Belle nodded, "We've been lucky so far. Most of the people in your lives known about the two of you and haven't said anything. Hell, your friends took down the photographs from Facebook. And thank god your homophobic high school didn't print any pictures of the two of you together in your yearbook. But I knew this would happen."

Seeing Kurt's face fall, Blaine moved to his side and wrapped him up in a hug, murmuring, "I'm sorry."

Kurt slumped into him, moving closer and shook his head. "Our lives are kind of crazy."

Elliot took the papers to look through but Anna stared at the pair.

"Holy shit…"

"We can't tell anyone? Not even our significant other?" Elliot questioned.

Belle replied quickly and sternly, "No."

Anna's attention snapped back to Belle and she went quiet before saying, "Its ok. Charlie wouldn't care beyond the fact that Kurt won't hit on me."

"Kurt never hits on you," Elliot shot back dryly, still scanning the document. It looked ok and he did trust Kurt.

"Charlie is paranoid."

"This looks okay," Elliot said, "where do I sign?"

Kurt looked at him gratefully. Blaine smiled absentmindedly and murmured his thanks.

Belle pulled out a pen, "Initial each page and sign and date the last page please."

Elliot did so obediently before passing the pen and contract to Anna. She stared at it before looking at Kurt.

"One condition."

Kurt froze in horror. He couldn't deal with someone who he thought as friend using this information against him. Leveraging their friendship. For all her fangirling, he honestly thought Anna was better than that.

"I need to see those pictures and videos of Blaine from high school I know you're been hiding from me," Anna grinned, still pale. "Cos now that I know, you don't have to hide them from me."

Kurt let out a shaky breath, still looking worried.

"Honesty time," Anna said as she signed the contract. "This? This is crazy like I can't believe. I mean, this is fan fiction worthy shit. I'm probably going to be calling you at, like, midnight to freak out over the phone and scream. Because he's Blaine Anderson and you're Kurt Hummel and holy shit I know this now. But you're my friend and I do have your back."

Kurt smiled weakly and nodded gratefully.

Blaine piped up with a smile, "I'm ordering Chinese for lunch. Want to stay?"

Elliot's eyes widened in shock again. Anna 'eeped' and started feeling faint. Belle sighed and wondered if she would lose her job if she permanently injured her charge.

Kurt hit Blaine lightly before sending him to order the Chinese before moving to the couch to help his hyperventilating friend. Blaine chuckled as he walked away.

"Not helping, Anderson!"

~0~0~0~

Blame Boo (Glee plot puppy that lives in my head) for this oneshot sequel.

Read and review.

~Amira D.