Okay! Here is an update, sorry it took so long. Just ask my sister, who inspired this story, I am horrible at keeping on track. Ive started about 5 other stories since starting this one…sigh. But anyways! Here is the next installment. Comments are much appreciated, I'm really nervous about this story! Haha I hope I don't offend anyone by my portrayals of the characters. As I said before, im new here, haha, so comments are always helpful and inspire me to keep this one up. Haha. AS always, I don't own glee, or it would be crazy… as you can tell. Ahah.

"You know, I seriously feel like I've taken crack, this must be what it feels like to be high." Kurt's voice was an octave higher than normal, and he was constantly fixing his bangs; Blaine could tell he was anxious, and irritated by the situation that his step-brother had set up, but if he was honest with himself, Blaine completely understood the motivation. It was his main goal to keep the young Hummel safe. He completely understood the drive that Finn was working with. So, it didn't bother him as much as it bothered Kurt.

"Please tell me I'm seeing things…" Kurt's voice cracked, and Blaine turned around in his seat to catch view what had startled his date.

"Oh, god." He breathed.

"Please tell me I'm seeing things."

"You already said that." Both boys jumped when the voice informed them from the side of their table. Neither boy needed to look to know to whom the voice belonged, but Kurt dared to glance despite the nagging feeling he had that it was a bad idea.

"Puck…" He breathed murder, but the shark merely smirked and raised a brow.

"Well, I have a cover story, so you should call me Jared… but we both know this charade wont fool you Kurt." There was richness in his voice that was like silk, or a fine wine. Blaine didn't like this guy. He didn't like him one bit.

Puck grabbed the back of a chair with one hand and slipped it under him, straddling it and sitting backwards. He rested an elbow on the table, blocking Blaine from Kurt's sights and placing him between the two lovers.

"So, how are things going?" He asked, raising his brows and looking intent for a moment, before it passed. He was just smoozing, classic Puck.

"Um, excuse me?" Blaine scoffed tapping the Sexual shark on the shoulder, his irritation bubbling to the surface.

"Yes, Noah." Kurt picked up on the tambour of his boyfriend's voice, instantly knowing things were headed south. "You do realize I'm on a date here, don't you?"

"I do."

"Perfect, then you should also know that I don't have time for you right now." Kurt was trying to be polite, but Blaine could also tell that his boyfriend liked the attention he was receiving from this… Noah fellow.

"You always have time for the Puckerman." Kurt rolled his eyes at this comment, but there was a smiling twitching at the corners of his perfectly supple lips.

"Kurt. Hello." Blaine waved a hand over the top of the oaf that was flirting with his Kurt, desperate to get his attention back.

"What? Hmh?" Kurt blushed and ran his fingers through his feathered bangs, which fell directly back into place, looking perfect, as always. "Oh, right. Sorry." He apologized, but kept his eyes glued to the table, making absolutely sure not to look up at the creature that was waggling his eyebrows at the youngest glee member.

"So, I'm here to take you back with us." Puck informed Kurt, who was still gazing at the table.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yes, it is." They're doing it again… Blaine thought bitterly. Can't he go ten seconds without flirting?

"Well, you can inform your leader that I am doing no such thing." The young tenor laughed and there was a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to fan the flame that was fueling Puck.

"Well, I think you'll have to reconsider."

"Okay, you know what. This is a little much, don't you think?" Blaine was on his feet, standing beside the intruder, his fingers grasping a fistful of the soft fabric of Puck's shirt.

"Get your hands off me." Puck's tone was suddenly fire, gone was the jovial, flirtatious edge that had been weaving its way through his words.

"Oh? And what will you do?" Blaine's voice feigned unwavering strength, but Kurt heard the quiver that was hidden just below the surface, too far for anyone who didn't know the dapper singer to perceive.

"I've done more to people, who have done much less than you're about to."

"Is that supposed to be some sort of riddle?" Blaine scoffed, his brows furrowed darkly, and arms crossed his chest.

"You know what? I really am going to break your face." Puck lunged up, his hands clenched in fists.

"No! Stop it right now!" Kurt's voice shook, and he wasn't nearly as strong as he wanted to be, but he clung onto Noah desperately trying to pull him back and impede the fight before it started.

"I don't want to hurt you Kurt, so I'm gonna have to ask you to back the hell up off me." Puck whispered, his tone acid and cutting at the same time.

"Please?" Kurt begged, his eyes shining from unshed tears. Puck didn't answer, but his actions didn't leave any question as to what his words would have been. He moved quickly, rushing forward to get at Blaine before Kurt could pull him back, but his body collided with a solid force. Puck glanced up and saw Finn standing there pulling off his mustache.

"How dare you." His deep chocolate eyes showed hurt and disappointment, and oddly enough Puck squirmed slightly and dropped his fists, which now hung by his side useless; Puck may be a badass, but he was sick of hurting his best friend.

"Sorry, Finn." He started but the giant cut him off,

"No, I'm sorry. Sorry I trusted you with such an important job. I should have known you would mess things up with violence." Finn glanced down at his brother, who was trembling slightly, and holding his left arm with his right hand, crossing his chest; obviously feeling vulnerable and shaken up by what could have happened. "Kurt, I'm sorry. It went too far."

"You think?" He asked quietly, a tear rolling down his cheek.

Finn was so conflicted; it seemed like every time he tried to protect his brother, he only made him cry, which was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He just wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt by anyone, but Finn was beginning to think his name should be number one on the list of people on the agency's hitlist, since he caused his brother more pain than Blaine ever had.

"Come on, Kurt, let's go." Blaine's voice shook Finn out of his epiphany and he opened his mouth to speak, but the look on Kurt's face told him he should stay silent. Kurt rushed over to his boyfriend, who drew him into a tight, protective hug. Finn wanted to apologize again, or do something to show that he didn't want to hurt Kurt, but nothing seemed right in that moment as he watched the young tenor disappear through the door.

Finn needed to do some thinking before taking the next step; unfortunately, thinking wasn't one of his strong suits, especially when in terms of thinking ahead.

So, whaddaya think? Foreshadowing….oohhhhhhhhhh, argh, I'm such a derp. haha