A/N: Yay! Another new chapter, I totally got this.

Great news! Guess what? I have a beta so the quality of the story is going to be so better. Thanks for the ever so amazing Squiggle giggle! Go check her stuff out, she's a totally awesome writer as well! That is if I'm a good one lol

Otherwise, enjoy! Especially towards the end, if ya know what I mean ;P


Blaine had almost dropped the nearly full glass of orange juice from his hands. Kurt Hummel, the man who had given him a flashlight to hold in the dark. Kurt Hummel, the man who had been acting as one of the greatest caretakers of his daughter, who has been keeping an eye on her when he couldn't.

Now that their paths had crossed once again, Blaine had never felt so embarrassed, humiliated, and vulnerable, like he was standing in front of Kurt Hummel naked.

"I-I-I…" was all Blaine could stutter. He licked his lips and cleared his throat, as it had suddenly gotten extremely dry.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said, the first to get over the shock. Blaine analyzed his face: normalcy, kind, and nonjudgmental. "Haven't seen you in a while, how've you been?"

Blaine gulped. "Okay," he managed to croak. "H-How about you?"

"Fine, thank you," Kurt replied with a shrug. "Although I could go for some orange juice right now, the one in your hands looks mighty delicious."

"Oh, yes, of course," Blaine said, collectively in one breath. He set down the orange juice on the table in front of Kurt. Despite his request, Kurt didn't go for the orange juice quite yet.

"So. This is where you work, huh?"

Blaine could feel his face burning up, ears blushing and cheeks as ripe as tomatoes. He never wanted to run out of a public place nearly in tears in all of his life. "Yeah. I've been working here for quite some time now."

Kurt nodded, and was about to open his mouth to somehow continue the awkward conversation (and Blaine was absolutely sure Kurt was going to laugh at his face) when Kurt instead jumped in the air at the voice behind him.

"Anderson!"

Blaine flinched at the harshness of his boss's sergeant-like tone coming from behind.

"Get back to work, you lazy moron," his boss barked.

Blaine also had never felt like he could strangle Charlie, his boss, more than ever before for simply interrupting a conversation with someone that he didn't want to stop talking to.

With a curt nod, he fled before Kurt could say another word of protest, and went over to the next set of customers, who were fortunately weren't upset by the wait. He was gone from the teacher's presence for only a few minutes, but to Blaine it had felt like an eternity. Being away from Kurt Hummel though gave him some good; he was no longer afraid of the man possibly mentally hurting him in public, especially with the circumstances that he might not be taking good care of his daughter despite doing the best he could.

After serving a few more tables (with sneaking glances back at the teacher, who was still nose-deep in the menu), he mentally braced himself as he made his way over to Kurt, pen and pad ready in hand.

"Are you ready to order?" Blaine asked as he approached Kurt.

It took a second before Kurt looked up again from the menu. "Um, sort of? I just can't decide."

"Simple," Blaine said, still maintaining a professional attitude towards this ever so wonderful customer. "It depends what your diet is."

Kurt laughed, a musical laugh that was complete with his head thrown back almost exaggeratedly, and Blaine couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh to himself also; the joke wasn't even that funny, but with Kurt everything seemed to be more fun then it really should be.

"Well," Kurt grinned, "I am trying to keep a steady figure going on here, so I want something sugary to treat myself but also I want something healthy. I cannot let my diet slip up because of a bad breakfast."

Blaine nodded and moved closer to take a better look at the menu. But he soon found it difficult to speak when his shoulder was brushing against Kurt's, and the smell of cologne, not too strong or too weak, broke in and entered his nose. "Let's see then… I highly recommend the Belgian waffles," Blaine advised after pulling himself together. He tapped the picture on the menu with his finger, "with no whipped cream, of course, and a side of two bacon strips and a small cup of fruit."

He exhaled, backed away, and waited as Kurt considered his suggestion, pad ready and pen wielded in his hand.

"What the hell," Kurt finally spoke with a shrug. "I'll take it."

Blaine couldn't help but let the grin escape as he jotted down the order. "Brilliant, trust me, you're going to love it!" Sliding the pad back in his apron, he grabbed the menu from the table. "I'll be back with your meal soon."

He then made his getaway, but he was able to catch Kurt's shout of gratitude, which he turned his head back to shout, "you're welcome," back before making his way to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Kurt's eyes had been following Blaine the second he left, even searching for him when he nearly got lost in the sea of people. He got lost in the thoughts of Blaine and Kelly and how their lives were compared to other students. He couldn't help but feel a strong sense of sympathy and more confusion that wrapped around his head than anything else. How could Kelly Anderson live in such an environment? If he recalled at the teacher's conference that Blaine was single. Back then he didn't know that Blaine was working for barely minimum wage at a diner as a waiter. It was hard for Kurt to even live on his own with his salary as a teacher, but it was only easier because of Tony. How can they live in such conditions?

Kurt snapped back into reality when his eye caught Blaine walking in his direction, platter in his one hand filled with food.

He could feel his mouth water as Blaine approached; he could smell the syrup and the bacon enter his nose and he resisted the urge to inhale the scent even deeper.

As Blaine stood right in front of Kurt's table, he began to place each plate on the table, but instead Kurt awkwardly accepted them only to place it down on the table himself. "Will there be anything else?" Blaine asked when they we're finished.

Kurt simply gawked at the food in front of him. "No, not at all," he murmured unconsciously.

Blaine grinned. "Awesome! I'll come back later to check on you or bring you the bill. Otherwise, enjoy!"

Kurt did, in fact, enjoyed one of the greatest meals he have had ever since visiting his own parents and having them cook the meals for him instead of getting take-out nearly every other day.

When he finished and paid the bill, it was already nearly half past nine and he had a job to do: find wherever the hell Tony went and give him the biggest bitch lectures about the importance of notifying Kurt when he would get worried over his whereabouts for hours at a time.

Just as he was about to push the doors open to get out, he felt someone tugging on his shirt, and jumped when that someone hugged his legs tightly, not wanting to let go.

His heart nearly melted when he recognized Kelly was the one trapping him from leaving.

"Thank you for making my daddy happy today," was all she muttered on Kurt's pants.

He froze. "I-I… you're welcome, Kelly."

She then looked up at him, with big, innocent eyes. "Can you come back soon? Daddy was so happy that you came. He even was dancing in the kitchen after serving you."

That was when Kurt's heart stopped operating and his brain shut down completely.

He cleared his throat and prepared a reasonable answer to make his student happy. "I'll t-try to visit your father every so often," Kurt told her. "Remember, I'm busy too, and so is your dad."

The response lit up the girl's face like a Christmas tree. "Yay! Thank you so much!" With a final squeeze of his legs, she scurried off with an extra spring in her step.

It took him a moment to recover from the incident when he stepped outside of the diner. He had to lean against a lamppost, catching his breath as if he ran a marathon. Never in his life, he has never been so confused as to why he was feeling this way. These emotions were strong and powerful and could easily destroy his life when he built it already to something that resembled perfection.

Instead, he set those feelings behind, and went off back to Catania to fetch his car so he could begin his hunt for Tony.

The first place he began with was his office: Columbus Dental Associations. Fortunately he had taken the chance to visit them several times and registered himself as a patient, where he got discounts because of his insurance and the fact that his fiancé worked there.

Upon entering, the waiting room was packed with whining children and mothers leaving them unattended only to gossip with other mothers who were doing the same. He groaned when he saw the line for checking in, but nonetheless side stepped toddlers waddling around with messy mouths and diaper bags scattered around the floor.

Kurt finally stepped up to the secretary, an older woman with reading glasses and a high bun to hold her head up in place, after waiting nearly ten minutes in line.

"Excuse me, do know Tony Grenville? He works here as one of the dentists."

The woman, who was scowling before, smiled. "Oh yes, of course! Tony is a wonderful man."

"You see, he's my fiancé," Kurt explained, very relieved that already he was on the verge of a breakthrough. "And last night he didn't return home. I've called and texted him several times in the past several hours but there hasn't been any response. Do you happen to know where he could be? Any mentions of what he was going to do after leaving work?"

The secretary frowned and began tapping her chin with her finger. "I think…" she hummed, and tilted her head sideways as if she was thinking of what to say that could appease Kurt's question. Then, she snapped her fingers. "Ah, yes! He was talking to Hannah about going to the local bar to meet up with someone, according to Wendy and Tricia."

Kurt ignored the names of the secretary's coworkers as the gears in his brain began to turn. Why a bar, of all places? What was Tony up to? "Do you know the name of the bar, by any chance?"

The secretary shrugged. "I only know two that he could be thinking of: one is on Petunia Avenue and the other is on the intersection of Rockville and Lowell. Try those places."

"Okay, thank you so much for the help."

"No problem, sweetheart. Good luck with the wedding."

The wedding. Those words haven't been spoken much between the two of them lately. Maybe when this was all over their next focus could be on that.

"Thank you," Kurt replied on his way out.

His next destination was the first bar on Petunia Avenue. He didn't even bother looking at the name as he stepped inside the starting place of his wild goose chase.

The bar wasn't much: it was small yet tiny and homey with only a few patrons residing at the bar table itself.

Almost cautiously, he approached one of the stools and graced himself on it, wincing at the thought of drunkards getting wasted on these stools.

A mixer approached him. "What can I get for ya?"

Kurt crinkled his nose at the strange southern accent. "Um, do you happen to know if a Tony Grenville stopped by last night?"

The man snorted. "You're asking me if I gave this Tony dude a couple of shots last night? L-O-L!" Then he started to burst out laughing, his beer belly quaking with every breath.

"Do you know if Tony Grenville paid for any drinks last night?" he repeated, growling at each word.

The man behind the bar stopped laughing and stared at Kurt. "I'll go check the records for you," and scurried away.

But there was no need anymore. Behind him, the door burst open and hit the wall with a bang that shook the tavern. Kurt gasped and nearly fell off his stool.

Tony Grenville, Kurt's Tony Grenville, stumbled in, movements uncoordinated, with the weirdest smile set on his face.

"It feels like the first time! It feels like the very first time! It feels like the first time!"

Kurt didn't even bother to let his mouth gawk open like a fish. This was his fiancé. His fiancé. This couldn't be Tony, but yet he was.

Tony stumbled and nearly crashed into a table. "Whoops, my bad," he apologized to the couple at the table, who glared at him. Despite the looks and the sudden silence that wrapped the entire bar, Tony had a blissed smile across his face.

"My Anaconda don't! My Anaconda don't! My Anaconda- oh, hello, sweet cheeks."

Kurt had jumped up from his seat the second Tony began to sing the obnoxious Nicki Minaj song and nearly had to tackle Tony to the ground to get his attention. From there, Kurt had to drag him out of the bar with everyone staring at him while Tony continued to sing, loud and off-key.

The drive back home was not going to be pleasing.

xXxXx

After that exhausting day at the diner (although Kurt being there in the morning did improve it just slightly) Blaine's own six-year-old daughter had to drag him home since she was the one with the most energy out of the two of them.

The second Kelly was tucked in bed, after watching Aladdin for the hundredth time, he stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, sleep overcoming him in the matter of seconds.

Suddenly, Blaine found himself standing in an unfamiliar, tight space that barely gave him any room to even move a step in any direction. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness; the only light seeping in was from the slit of the door on the floor. His hand groped for the knob, only to find that there wasn't even a knob to wrap his hand around.

He stumbled over something and crashed into the wall, and the sudden force from the wall had unidentified objects falling form above. Gasping, he shielded himself, throwing his arms over his head, and letting them fall until no more fell.

Just like that, claustrophobia sunk in as Blaine soon became short of breath, his heart nearly thumping out of his chest like a jackhammer. His eyes frantically searched around the room for anything to break down the door.

Carefully, he sunk down to his knees and let his hands search for anything to bust through that damned door with. The first thing he picked up was squishy and damp. Blaine squinted, and he realized it was only a sponge and not something else that could be squishy and damp. He frowned, setting the sponge on the floor next to his feet, and picked up the next object. He could feel the coarse, thin material when he glazed his fingertips all around. Not much to his surprise, it was a half-used roll of paper towels, judging by the weight.

Blaine could feel his knees starting to give in, so he proceeded to hoist himself back up to his feet using the support of the wall.

He jumped, nearly falling back to the ground again when he heard heavy footsteps coming from the outside. His heart nearly stopped when he could see the feet of an actual person right outside the door.

But he didn't move, frozen in place like a statue, leaning against the wall. He couldn't bring himself to get to the door and call for help, or pound his fists on the door, but he was glued to the spot, with no intentions of moving an inch.

Blaine's heart lurched when that somebody from the outside jiggled a doorknob that existed only from the outside.

Then he was blinded by a blast of sudden light, only for it to be dark once again. His head and body were screaming at each other, confused as to what just happened.

"Hello there."

Blaine squeaked at the sudden voice and planted himself further into the wall as if it would suck him right in. When his vision was temporarily impaired, he didn't register then the sharp, piercing swirl of blue and green orbs staring right into his own.

"W-Who…" Blaine managed to stutter, continuing to further press himself as far away from the stranger as possible.

The stranger scoffed and rolled their eyes. "Oh, please, Mr. Anderson," Blaine sucked in a deep breath as the stranger (he didn't know anymore; he could barely hear them over the sound of his heart pumping in his ears) pressed their body against his own. Then, Blaine could feel their lips right against his ear. "You know exactly who I am."

The voice was immediately registered in his brain and Blaine gasped as Kurt Hummel began to press his lips right to the lobe of his ear, kissing it sweetly, causing Blaine's breathing to heighten as his senses unfolded.

Then Kurt's lips were brushing right onto his own, so far but so close. "You ready to have the time of your life in the janitor's closet?" He murmured, suddenly colliding their lips together with force that Blaine couldn't imagine that Kurt would even have.

That was when his eyes flew open, and he shot up from his bed, body practically dripping in sweat, only to find he wasn't locked in a janitor's closet with Kurt Hummel, but in the safety net of his own bedroom.