My only excuse is that my AP classes are kicking my ass! So sorry guys, this should have been up months ago! Just know that I have other things in the works and will continue with this fic whenever I have the time. As always, reviews are like cocaine!

Blaine got back to school just as the last bell was ringing. "Just in time!" he yelled when he walked in the front doors, getting a laugh out of a few of his classmates.

Running up to his room, he went over his outfit yet again. "Perfect," he muttered to himself, thinking that he should probably inform Kurt about the "dress code". No offense to Kurt's clothes, but he would probably dress in something that would stick out more than usual at this party, especially since Wes invited most of the city's ravers.

Blaine knocked wildly on Kurt's door before entering his own room and leaving the door open.

"What?" Blaine turned to see Kurt walking into his room carrying an armful of clothes. He raised his eyebrow in question as he eyed the load. "Help me choose an outfit?" Kurt said in response as he placed the haul on Blaine's bed. "Wow, never thought I'd be saying that, especially not to you."

Blaine shrugged before he quickly looked through all the choices and struck down each one, "Just as I thought." He turned to face Kurt, "You'll have to borrow something of mine."

He watched as Kurt's mouth dropped open, "No way! My clothes are perfectly fine!"

Blaine sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Not for a rave Kurt! Have you ever even been to one?"

"No, and neither have you for that matter!"

Blaine nodded, accepting the sad truth, "That will change tonight, and besides, I know the dress code. So you will borrow some of my clothes, at my stipulation of course. Now go browse." He elegantly swept his hand in the direction of his closet.

Kurt huffed, but walked towards the closet anyways, accepting the inevitable. Blaine's sense of dress was better for this kind of setting.

"Oh, and I'm doing your hair as well!" Blaine yelled.

Kurt turned around so quickly he stumbled, "Don't you dare come near the hair!"

"No! Please! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Danny yelled as he ran. He heard a clicking sound that told him his pursuer was reloading, and dove behind an abandoned car just as a bullet buried itself in the pavement where he had just been standing.

"Come out, come out where ever you are." The voice sang somewhere behind him. He heard the gun clatter to the ground and the man curse, and saw his opening. He pushed himself off the pavement and ran, willing his footfalls to be silent. Using the darkness to his advantage, he managed to put some distance between him and where the man presumably was, for now.

I have to find a phone.

He looked down at the crumpled paper in his hand and unfolded it, seeing the front page to a medical portfolio.

I must warn him! He's not safe!

Danny ran as fast as he could, looking for a phone that he could use. He had to get to one before it was too late, before he got to Blaine.

Kurt clamored out of Blaine's car, still slightly shaking from the near death experience he just had), "Remind me never to let you drive again."

Blaine laughed, shutting his car door, "I'm not that bad!" He followed Kurt up to the front door of Wes' house, or, should he say mansion? The building must have been about half Dalton's size!

Kurt turned to him, "Thanks for loaning me these clothes." He said quietly, not wanting to admit the truth. Blaine looked down at what he was wearing, a ripped up plain black tank top (he had refused Blaine's Jeffree Star one), ripped up black jeans, a red and black studded belt, and other little accessories.

"No problem," he choked out. Kurt looked so sexy in his clothes that it made it hard for him to speak. Kurt knocked on the door, and waited for Wes to open it. "Why isn't there any music yet?" was the first thing Kurt said to Wes when the door opened.

"Because our DJ just got here!" Wes yelled, slapping Blaine on the back and receiving cheers from the main room to the arrival of music.

Blaine winked at Kurt and took his hand to lead him into the masses of people already present. "Wow, Blaine. Really, thanks for these clothes." Kurt said, surveying the room. He would have felt way out of place in one of his normal outfits; everyone else present was dressed like they should be in a Ke$ha music video.

Blaine led Kurt right up to the huge mound of sound equipment and plugged his iPod into a dock, clicking on a playlist with about five hundred songs in it. "You told me about two hundred!" Wes yelled.

"I figured the party would go on longer anyways! And plus I duplicated of some of my favorites . Kurt, you do the honors!" Blaine bowed and backed away, leaving Kurt to pick the first song of the night.

Kurt stumbled closer and scrolled through all the music, picking a familiar song. Blaine nodded as a techno beat started to pulse around the room, "Staring the night on a dancy tone!" Blaine yelled in Kurt's ear.

"My oh my, that tone sounds like a dare!" Kurt yelled back. Blaine looked at him with a glint in his eyes and Kurt dragged him onto the dance floor, starting to sway his hips to the beat. As soon as the chorus kicked in, Blaine and Kurt were dancing at full speed, trying to out-do each other with more and more impressive dance moves.

"Wow," Jeff remarked to Nick, "New Blaine can dance his ass off."

Nick laughed, causing Jeff's heart to flutter, "Point, but Kurt can still kick it!" Right as he finished talking, the tune ended and switched to Krewella's Killin' it.

"Kurt!" Blaine yelled over the loud music.

"Yeah?!"

"Let's go get a drink!"

"You want to borrow my mink?!"

"No!" Blaine shook his head and made a gesture by pretending to tip a cup over his mouth, attempting to communicate with Kurt over the blasting scene music.

Kurt just took his hand and gestured for him to lead. Blaine led him to the far corner of the giant room, grabbing two cups and filling them with punch. "Here you go!"

Kurt took it and gulped it down, cringing as it burned down his throat, "Blaine?!"

"Yeah?"

"How do you even dance to this kind of music?!" He motioned to where dubstep was pouring out of the expensive sound set up.

Blaine pointed to the mass of people jumping up and down and flailing about, "It's more fun than it looks."

Kurt wrinkled up his nose as Blaine filled up his cup again, "No thanks!" He took Blaine's hand and led him into the backyard. "So."

"So..." Blaine downed his cup, just for something to do. He was so tongue tied it wasn't even funny. Kurt was looking at him through his eyelashes, an effect that was magnified by the fact that he was looking even sexier than usual in his clothes and swaying a bit to the beat.

"Uh...I'm gonna go refill." He started to rush off before Kurt grabbed his arm, "Me too." Blaine practically ran away from him as he sighed.

What am I doing wrong?

Kurt wondered as he felt someone sit down next to him. "So glad I found you!"

Kurt sighed, as if he needed something else to worry about. "Hello Riley."

Danny burst into the first 7-11 he found and begged the cashier to use their phone. Of course, he complied. Danny wasn't surprised; he must look crazy in his torn clothing and with mud and soot covering his body.

He smoothed out the paper he was holding and dialed the cell phone number on it, silently praying he would answer.

"Hellow?"

Danny frowned, "Is this Blaine Anderson?!"

"Uh huh."

"Thank god! Okay, this is Danny, from the hospital. Listen to me. Blaine? hello?!"

"I'm herw."

"Blaine, are you drunk?!"

"Nu huh."

Danny sighed. Damn. Well, hopefully he will remember anyways.

Blaine was on cloud nine. He was with Kurt, and he felt awesome. What else could anyone need? Besides Kurt and awesomeness? Except for this nagging voice in his ear. Oh yeah, it was coming out of his phone.

"Blaine, you need to listen to me!" the voice urged. "Okae!"

"You have to remember this! It's very important!"

"Okay!"

"Now, you need to watch yourself. Someone is after you. He won't stop until he destroys you! Do you understand me?!" Blaine nodded vigorously, too drunk to realize that the person on the phone couldn't see him. "I'll assume you do. Now this is the most important part. The man that is after you is D-"

Blaine had to pull the phone away from his ear as Danny let out a blood curdling scream. He crashed the phone back to his head when the screaming stopped, determined to hear something, anything. There was some shuffling and then he heard someone pick up the phone and hold it to their ear. He could hear their breathing. "H-hello?" he gulped.

"Danny is an idiot." the man whispered to himself. The last thing Blaine heard through the phone was a gunshot.

The next morning, Blaine awoke to the sound of someone snoring very loudly. He threw a pillow in the direction of the disturbance, but when it didn't stop, he sat up and rubbed his eyes before opening them. Blaine froze at what he saw.

He was in Kurt's room, in Kurt's bed, with Kurt, and Riley had some guy in bed with him as well. But that's not all. Blaine was in his underwear, and it looked like Kurt was too. He covered his mouth with his hand as tears started to stream down his face, What. Did. They. Do. He leaped from the bed and ran out of Kurt's room into his own, locking himself inside and crying himself back to sleep.

Kurt came and woke him sometime later. "Blaine! Rise and shine!"

"Kurt...Not so loud!" Blaine rolled over, forgetting where his bed ended and falling to the floor with an "Oomph."

Kurt laughed, "That's what you get! Now c'mon, breakfast time." Blaine waved him out of his room and dressed in PJ's, burying the memories of that morning. When he walked into the kitchen, he found Kurt starring at the TV screen.

"What's up Kurt, they release the Grammy nominations?" Blaine asked, remembering a little tidbit from his diaries that had mentioned Kurt's obsession with the Grammy's.

"No..." Kurt trailed off, nodding to the screen. Blaine looked up just in time to see the headline flash one more time before the weather came on.

Hospital worker Danny Mavel found dead under a highway bypass. Two bullet wounds to the head.