A/N:This chapter goes out to OhSoDapper who sent me one of the nicest PM's ever x

15 pages people! 15!

P.s Italics = flashback Normal = present

When Kurt returned to college the following day, everyone seemed to know what happened.

Random strangers cam up to him and congratulated him on getting into the benefit program, others would glare maliciously at him as he meandered through the school. The jealousy raw in their eyes.

He strutted down the halls with a new spring in his step. People were taking notice of him as if he had a huge gold star plastered across his face, and he was loving it.

Everyone seemed to know his name, even Adam gave him a second look. It was great.

xXx

4 months later Kurt was still going strong. He had more and more designs taking shape and apprenticeship at Vivienne Westwood was going better than ever.

He had met with the other three members of the program. A nerd, complete with glasses and slicked back hair, who was called Gerald and seemed to own every Apple product imaginable, a incredibly stubborn diva called India, who made it her mission to piss Kurt off, and finally there was the huge jock! His jet black hair was spiked awkwardly, and he looked like a constipated hedgehog. He was called Nate, and although he was very dense, Kurt found him rather fun to talk to, especially as they both loved working on cars ( and hated India.)

His funders were making good on their promise to support Kurt, and Carole and Burt were currently on a 2 week vacation in the Mediterranean with their new found wealth, now they didn't have to pay Kurt's college fee's.

Ms Bentley was insistent on taking Kurt too many many parties and cat walk shows. He was introduced to the best in the business, allowed to interview some of the most famous designers and hear about their rise to fame and success. His own route slowly but surely forming.

xXx

Another month passed before Kurt finished up his sketch book. All his ideas and creations compiled into one perfect and immaculate collection, ready to present to Ms Bentley.

All his work, pictures, photo's, sketches, samples, the lot, was present in one laptop sized book. This was Kurt's life, his every waking moment was spent bent double over the book. Hell if he lost it, he'd literally die, no exaggeration, just curl over and die, it was that important.

He and Ms Bentley had a huge deal resting on this book.

She was going to send it to 4 major fashion brands (she wouldn't tell Kurt which), with whom she had in depth contacts. She'd get an opinion sent back from each, with notes and comments on the pieces, and then, should he receive what she deemed an acceptable amount of complimentary replies, she would pay for the production, and retail of each piece and then release them as a new brand in her own shop

It was a Thursday morning when Kurt dropped the book off at Ms Bentley's apartment. He felt like Andy from Devil wears Prada, only Ms Bentley had two rather snappy dogs as opposed to children.

As he snuck into the house with the keys he had been leant, he gently set the book down on the hall table, trying to avoid the ratty little dogs that kept trailing after him, snagging at the hem of his jeans with their teeth.

He managed to escape before his pants were too badly slobbered on and returned home to his new (But still small) apartment, and waited.

2 hours later he got a call telling him that Ms Bentley had received the book, and was in the process of shipping it. He was told to expect a week before he got the first response, then another week after that for each other brand, that was receiving a copy of the book.

So...

He waited. He spent most of the week stuffed away in his room. Too nervous to go to class, and considering he only had three lectures that week, he didn't think too badly of it. But his nerves could seriously crush him right then. At one point he was legitimately worried that his stomach would fly out of him what with all the butterflies that seemed to have taken residence there.

xXx

3 weeks later, Burt and Carole were just about to go to sleep. They were all tucked up in bed, and Carole was just putting her book down to reach the light switch, when her phone started vibrating.

She fumbled with the switch as she slapped her hand around disorientated on the desk, looking for her mobile. Almost as soon as her fingertips grazed the plastic surface it rang off. And the room was once again filled with silence.

Carole sighed and flicked off the light switch, and settled back into bed, with Burt by her side.

Then the phone rang again, this time though, it was Burt's prehistoric Nokia that was blaring out for the world to hear. A chipper little squeak scraping away at the couples ear drums. Burt groaned as he sat up and leaned over to his bedside table, yanking open one of the draws to reach for the offending device.

He pulled it out of the draw, the screen bright and vivid, flashing up a pixilated image of Kurt, smiling at his 18th birthday party. A large silver tiara perched upon his head.

Burt fumbled with the dial pad, before finding the green accept call button.

A loud beep rang out though the room before silence.

Then...

'Kurt? You there?'

'DAD OH MY GOD DAD THEY SAID YES THEY SAID MOTHER FREAKING YES, I THINK I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE, I HONESTLY AM, OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. ALL MY DREAMS HAVE COME TRUE AND NOW I CAN HAVE A BUISNESS AND ACTUALLY GET SOME MONEY AND I CAN PAY YOU BACK FOR EVERYTHING AND IT WILL ALL BE AMAZING AND HAPPY AND FULL OF HAPPINESS AND FUN TIMES AND RAINBOWS AND THE WORLD IS AAAMAZING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU, AAAAAHHHH BREATH, BREATH OH HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF CHEESUS I THINK...IS IT POSSIBLE TO DIE FROM HAPPINESS OVERLOAD, COS IF SO, I'M PROBABLY DEAD' Kurt said, all in one go, sounding very out of character. His voice gradually got higher and higher as he spoke until he broke off with a gasp

'Kurt? What the hell was that.?' Burt asked, he voice heavy with sleep.

'THEY SAID YES.' Kurt was still screaming down the phone. Burt could hear him jumping up and down on the other end of the line

'Who said yes?'

'THEY DID.'

'Who's they?'

'I...I...I don't actually know.'

'Oh, well then why is it so exciting?'

'Dad, do you remember what I told you about Ms Bentley and how she was sending away my work for assessment by those big designers?'

'...Yeah..'

'Well I now have three replies back, and they all said YES! They really liked it and all told Ms Bentley to go into business with me!' The jumping in the background started again.

'..and...'

'I'M GONNA BE A DESIGNER DAD. A REAL LIFE DESIGNER, WITH MY WORK IN SHOPS AND EVERYTHING.'

'Kurt?'

'Yeah dad?'

'THAT IS INCREDIBLE. I'M SO PROUD OF YOU SON.'

'I know, right? I nearly had a heart attack when I heard...i just...it's my DREAM, and now...it's coming true. Oh my god...' Kurt faded off and Burt could practically hear his sons cheek splitting smile through the phone.

Burt's heart was swelling with pride as he sat up in bed, no longer feeling tired. Carole was grinning next to him, having been able to hear Kurt's screams earlier.

'Kurt, I am so proud of you. Tell me everything...'

'Ok, so we go into production next week, I'm still thinking of a name...'

xXx

Late that night, a couple of hours after he had been on the phone with Carole and his father, Kurt was lying in bed. Tossing and turning in his sleep.

He had spent ages talking with his dad about potential brand names and now they were all coming to life in his dream.

Giant Hummel dolls roamed about, nearly stamping on a tiny Kurt as he scampered through his multi coloured dream world, The children from the sound of music could be seen yodelling off in the distance atop some purple mountain, while Maria was being chased by some sort of giant honey bee. Large plants were erupting out of the ground as he ran, small white rabbits emerging with every step he took.

Kurt had no idea what was going on.

Huge cars trundled past him as Kurt ran through the newly sprouting rainbow hills, the echoing shrieks of Maria acting as a melodic soundtrack to his midnight fantasy.

Kurt stopped when he saw a large mushroom ahead of him. It was bright blue with green spots peppering the surface. Its colours were foul, but it looked like a safe place to rest.

Kurt crawled underneath the rim of the mushrooms cap. Feeling grateful for the shelter it was providing him from the dolls and bees. A final scream was heard from Maria before the world seemed to turn silent.

Kurt's breathing faltered as he stared around. Nothing moved, then the world started to turn black.

The green and blue was engulfing him but he couldn't move to escape. As the mushroom nearly swallowed him whole, a loud, deep voice could be heard booming across the fantasy world.

It was singing, sweet and melodically, yet also deep with soul and emotion. Kurt couldn't see where the voice was coming from, but he knew whatever it was wasn't human, and wasn't speaking English.

'lasciarlo andare' (let him go) the voice sung. And everything froze.

Then just like that the mushroom began to recede. It curled back and away from Kurt as it shrank into the ground.

The voice began to sing again. Deep and sombre, the words, Kurt realised were all in Italian, and the voice was singing Opera.

Well that was certainly different.

Kurt stared around, trying to find the source of the voice, but there was nobody there. He glanced into the threes to see if the singer was watching him from up there. But only a small yellow canary could be seen.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders and stood up. Dusting down his suit. (when the hell did he put that on, he could have sworn he was wearing pyjamas at the start of the dream)

When Kurt looked back up, he was no longer in his wonderland.

Instead he was in a vast hall, surrounded by hundreds of people. All murmuring quietly.

Suddenly a loud clash of symbols rung out and the noise died instantly. Another smash of symbols rang out across the hall, and a pair of red velvet curtains were pulled back to reveal... the small yellow canary. Sitting centre stage, clad in a mini black and red tuxedo.

A laugh managed to escape Kurt's lips, although no one in his new dream seemed to notice, all were too captivated by the bird, who had flitted up into the air, and was now hovering before a large, bedazzled microphone, his wings providing a gentle buzz that played out of the speakers.

Kurt stared at the stage, wondering why on earth the dapper bird was even there, what was he about to do that was so spectacular?

Then the bird opened his beak...and sang.

Donizetti's, Lucia di Lammermoor. The Opera. The bird had a deep tenor voice, which gave Kurt the fright of his life. Every note was rich and soulful. They rang throughout the hall, earning gasps of amazement from the audience.

A man who miraculously appeared beside Kurt leant over to hiss in his ear.

'He's incredible isn't he?'

Kurt nodded and turned to the stranger, whose face was hidden by shadow

'His name is Pavarotti. Maker of dreams.'

That was when it hit Kurt.

In his dream he turned back to the stage and watched the rest of the show, with the mysterious stranger. But in his subconscious, he was whirring. Every little cog in his brain whizzing at full speed. He had found a name. A perfect name. And a logo, and all he had to do was dream.

xXx

2 months past. And Kurt finally made his way into the fashion world. As promised, his work went into production the week after he discovered the designers opinions as Ms Bentley kept her deal to stock his work in her stores. As soon as Kurt had phoned her that morning after his dream, and explained his name ideas, and his logo concept, she had been thrilled.

One, because Kurt was finally being decisive. Two, because she had been a huge fan of Pavarotti the Opera star and three, because his story of how he found the name, would always be a key point for him to use in interviews, and could draw in the media attention.

She had made her head in business when she was just a little older than Kurt, and knew the hardships he would face in breaking into the industry. As a result, she spent thousands of dollars on promotions for Kurt, passing it off as her birthday present for him. He had posters up around the city, adverts inside the top fashion magazines, displays in shop windows, interviews in papers and magazines, and her was a guest on 2 radio shows.

As much as it was sparking his career, it was really mucking about with his college, social, and family lives. The magazine interviews kept forcing him to miss class, helping out with the poster designs meant he missed other deadlines and his radio broadcasts forced him to miss several valuable Skype sessions with his family.

But in the end, Kurt was out there. Everyone around the college, hell, everyone around the city knew his name, and even though he hadn't had a single photo of himself published, everyone seemed to recognise him as he wandered between classes, even a certain blonde Miami boy.

xXx

'Hey' Said Adam, giving Kurt a sleazy smile as he strutted over to the brunette, who was sifting through his lockers, trying to find his Elle magazine (with a copy of his advert near the back!)

'Err...Hey Adam...Jonathans still in class if your-' Kurt was cut off as the surfer placed his hand on Kurt's shoulder, and pulled him slightly away from his locker. Kurt's eyes shot wide as saucers as Adams fingered with the lapel of Kurt's shirt.

'I'm not looking for Jon. We broke up, I was looking for you...K- Kurt?'

'You...know my name?'

'Of course I do silly, doesn't everyone? You little celebrity.'

'Sorry...why are you talking to me?'

'Can't I talk to the sexiest guy in school?'

'Err...'

'Look, I'd like to get to know you, what say we head out for coffee later. Starbucks, 3.30, be there ok?'

'Err...'

'I'll take that as a yes. Don't let me down Kurt.' Adams thumb trailed along Kurt's jaw line as he pulled away and walked off, shaking his hips hypnotically as he went.

After Kurt recovered from his shell shock, he pretty much sprinted out if college and back to his apartment, where a 2 hour Skype meeting with Mercedes awaited him.

xXx

After his in depth debate with Mercedes, Kurt had decided to accept Adam's offer. The two men spent around an hour talking over coffee. Adam kept knocking their legs together beneath the table, and even attempted to rub Kurt's thigh when Kurt took him home in a taxi.

Needless to say, Kurt was very jumpy. He hadn't been expecting any of that. At most he was expecting a moderately civilised conversation, in which Adam would pretend he'd never spoken wrong of Kurt and the pair could just talk.

Instead, Adam had apologised for ever being mean to Kurt, and spent the evening flirting shamelessly, clutching at Kurt's hands at every possible moment. Pulling terrible, Brittany-esque techniques that the girl used to use whenever she wanted in someone's pants.

Kurt arrived back at his apartment after dropping off Adam. He tipped the driver and rushed inside, his face still incredibly flushed.

Once again he ran to his laptop, summoning the powers of Skype, and immediately ringing Mercedes.

xXx

For the next few weeks Adam kept us his persistent bid to befriend Kurt. He kept taking Kurt out for coffee or to a movie (which Kurt somehow always ended up paying for) and continued to flirt his (admittedly very fine) ass off.

The paparazzi where having a field day when it turned out that this new designer could have a boyfriend. All his interviews asked about Adam and Kurt tried to remain as quiet about it as possible. He didn't want people to know about his private life. Although it seemed now that people were more interested in that than his work (which was doing fantastically, thanks for asking)

One day, Adam cornered Kurt in the college Art room.

Kurt was putting the finishing touches to one of his sketches, using the exclusive purple water colour only the college seemed to have, when Adam laced his hands around Kurt's waist.

'Kurt. What are we?' He asked, still keeping Kurt's back against his chest, refusing to let the boy turn around.

'Err...I-' Kurt started

'Because I'm not happy with what you're saying to the papers.'

'What?'

'They keep asking you about me, and you won't tell them anything. That's a little selfish don't you think.' Adam purred.

'Wha- No...No it's not I-'

'It's not all about you Kurt. Imagine, people will think you don't love me. You do love me don't you Kurt?' he said, keeping up his smooth and enticing tone.

'Err...'

'Is that all you can say. I thought you would love to be with me. Just look at my abs.'

'But you haven't-'

'Kurt. Are we or are we not dating?'

'Well not really-'

With that Adam spun Kurt round and attached his lips to the other boys. Kurt's eyes were wide and stunned.

Adam began biting softly on his lip. Kurt gasped when he felt the light sting and opened his mouth automatically in response. Adam took advantage of that and slipped his tongue inside. With a last lick at Kurt's tongue Adam retreated, smirking at Kurt's shocked expression as he brought his fingers tips up to cushion his bruised lips.

'Now, you will tell them about me won't you Kurtie.'

Kurt's eyes were still wide, his pupils flickering as Adam marched back out of the room, leaving Kurt to slump against the table, nearly knocking over his paints.

xXx

Now Kurt didn't know what to do.

Adam and he and come out to the press as being in a relationship after Adams particular display. They acted as normal around college, where they barely talked, and Kurt let Adam be alone with his friends but then as soon as they were out in public, Adam would be all over Kurt. Kurt had never been one for PDA's and having some guy (even if he was really hot) caress and kiss him in public made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He wasn't sure how to get Adam to lay off.

He was becoming more and more possessive, practically growling at anyone who came near Kurt when they were in public, and he was constantly smothering Kurt with kisses when they were in sight of a camera, and making suggestive comments which were slightly to loud to be private.

Sure it was nice, feeling wanted like this, (and believe you me, Adam was very insistent on just How Much he wanted Kurt, which he still hadn't been granted) but it became wearing. The paparazzi were constantly following the couple, trying to get snapshots of the pair kissing and canoodling. More times than not, Kurt had to get Ms Bentley to use her contacts with the press to prevent the photo's publications.

And Adam wasn't happy.

He kept insisting that Kurt was ashamed of him, and of their relationship (which wasn't really a relationship seeing as neither had asked the other to purposely be their boyfriend) He kept forcing Kurt into PDA's where ever they were. He would constantly have his arms around him and almost always have his lips pressed to some point on Kurt's form.

Every time he found out their 'expressions of love' weren't front page news, Adam would throw a fit. Which was made even worse as Kurt wasn't putting out. He told Adam he wasn't ready to go all the way with Him yet, which just gave the other boy more fuel to use against Kurt.

But then Adam's birthday came around

xXx

The evening started off wonderful. Adam and Kurt went and got the most delicious sushi you could buy (which Kurt did, his wallet seeming so much lighter since Adam was on the scene) they spent the evening stealing glances, and Adam was fairly withheld in his displays of affection in the restaurant. Only holding Kurt's hand as they entered the restaurant, and kissing him just twice. Unaware of the paparazzi who were trailing them.

It was incredibly obvious that the two men sitting opposite the couple were photographers. Despite the lavish disguises and over the top sunglasses, one of the pair had forgotten to remove their ID, which gave the game away. But it appeared that Adam hadn't realised, as he was still reserved in his attitude towards Kurt.

As soon as the pair had finished, Kurt paid and they left. Arm in arm. They meandered down the sidewalk, lazily swinging their entwined hands, Kurt had given Adam his present earlier on in the day, and Adam wan now wearing it around his neck. (It was a small silver pendant, shaped like a heart, with Adam engraved on the back) Adam had finally noticed the two men in disguises just as they were leaving. He had made extra sure to hold Kurt tight to his chest and play with his necklace when he saw the flashes from the cameras go off as they made their way along the street.

They were on their way back to Kurt's apartment when it happened.

A blinding white flash suddenly erupted from behind the pair.

Kurt whipped around, Adam still attached to his arm.

'Damn it. I thought they didn't know where we were.' Kurt hissed, suddenly dragging Adam away from the Paps, who were gaining numbers quick.

'Kurt, hold up.' Adam called, as Kurt hurtled round a corner, followed by the flashing cameras.

'No Adam. I'm fed up. They follow me everywhere. All I want is to be left alone for once.' He moaned as the swarm of camera approached.

Adam stopped Kurt. They were now standing in a darkened alleyway sheltering from the Paps who were close on their tale.

'God. It's not all about you Kurt.' Adam yelled as Kurt leant against a wall. Pulling his hands away from Adam

'What?' Kurt asked, his voice snapping.

'Well Kurtie.' Adam replied in a snarky voice, taking Kurt's tone to be the trigger of his anger. 'All I want is for my boyfriend to show the world he loves me. Which you do, don't you Kurt.'

'I-' Kurt started, a little taken back by Adam's sudden outburst. Wasn't he the one supposed to be cross?

'Every time I kiss you or hold your hand in public you get that stupid bitch, Bingley-'

'Bentley' Kurt corrected.

'Whatever, -to remove the pictures from the papers.'

'But-'

'No Kurt. You don't understand. You are being so fucking stuck up. The world doesn't revolve around you. You should be happy that these people are so interested in you. They love all this stuff about your life and you're denying them this.'

'Oh, and what am I denying them Adam.' Kurt bitched, still leaning against the wall.

'Me!' He replied simply. 'Yeah, they love you but look at me. They see us together and that is boosting both our ratings, just the other day I was contacted for modelling. Have you never thought that perhaps these photos's can do something for the both of us?'

'What?' Kurt practically screamed.

'Yeah, and now on my BIRTHDAY all I want is for MY BOYFRIEND, to show some god damn affection, and no, he runs away when he gets the chance. Are you too scared or something? Scared that daddykins will be all upset when he sees you with a guy? Little Kurtie ain't so innocent is he!' Adam sneered, drawing closer and closer to Kurt, who was still backed up against the wall.

'NO, I just think it's NON of their business who I date or what I do.' Kurt's fists were trembling in fury now. His perfect evening was turning into nightmare at an alarming rate.

'Yeah, well tough luck princess, because I disagree.' Adam whistled. Not musically, but in the style one would use when summoning a dog.

'Adam, what are you doing?' Kurt questioned, fear creeping into his voice as Adam drew closer and closer towards him.

'Just telling our friends where to get a free show.' Adam replied, his face contorting into a twisted smile.

'Adam...' Kurt said timidly.

'Happy Birthday to me...' Adam began to sing tauntingly, taken baby steps towards Kurt who was trying to shift further down the wall and away from the advancing man.

Shouts of men, and clanging equipment could be heard clambering towards the alley as the paparazzi drew closer and closer.

'Happy birthday to me...'

'Adam what are you doing.' Kurt whimpered, as Adam placed one hand either side of Kurt's shoulders, barring his escape.

'Getting my birthday present.' He hissed. 'Happy Birthday...dear,...Aaadam.' He sang, pressing his lips against Kurt's who was whining in protest, trying to escape.

'Happy.' Kiss .'Birthday.' Kiss. 'To.' Kiss. 'ME' he spat out the last words as a whimper of terror escaped Kurt's bruised lips.

Kurt tried to scream as Adam grabbed a hold of Kurt's hand and pushed it up against the wall, pinning Kurt still so he couldn't escape, then the other man pulled Kurt's other hand down so he was holding it to Adam's crotch.

'I want you Kurt.' He whispered steamily, as tears blossomed in Kurt's eyes.

'And I'm going to have you.'

Kurt's eyes shone with absolute terror as Adam fumbled with his zipper, trying to shake off his slacks.

Kurt screeched. His eyes were glistening with new formed tears as the old ones tumbled down his face. He was desperately trying to fight Adams insistent hands which were roaming across his body and stopping him from breaking free. His breathing was stammered, alternating between breaths and cries of pain. Adam was using his full body weight to ram Kurt up against the wall as he tried to bring Kurt's hand back down south.

Kurt bit back tears as Adam attacked his lips again. He could hear the thundering steps of the press who were searching for the pair.

Kurt managed to bark out a cry for help, before Adams lips silenced him again.

He suddenly saw a flash of white light as one camera went off. Then a cry of shock, before a deep male voice rang down the alley, echoing off the walls.

'Let him go, you son of a bitch.' The man threw down his camera and ran towards the pair, Kurt still whimpering like a child. Adam snarled and kissed Kurt again, but Kurt fought back.

He forced his head forwards and off the wall, colliding his forehead with Adam's, making the man yelp in pain.

He then proceeded to claw and Adams skin with his nails, hoping to draw blood.

Adam jumped away from Kurt. The photographer was drawing nearer as Adam stumbled back. None of the other camera men had found them, just the burly guy. Adam glanced between the trembling Kurt and the beefy man, his mind reeling.

Quickly he lunged back towards Kurt with a fury in his eyes, and rammed him up against the wall again.

Kurt's head hit the cold concrete with a sickening crunch, before everything went black, leaving only the faint screeches and protests of Adam in his mind as he collapsed into unconsciousness.

xXx

'I woke up the next morning in a hospital bed, with a fractured rib and two badly sprained wrists. Not pretty .' Kurt said, his bottom lip trembling a little as he sipped on his coffee.

Steph was sitting opposite him still, never moving once throughout the entire tale. Her eyes were red, and tears were threatening to pour out.

She hadn't said a word the entire time, apart from to hum in agreement and congratulations when ever Kurt mentioned his fashion triumphs.

Now she couldn't help herself.

'Were...were you ok?' She murmured, staring into Kurt's eyes.

'Well, I got better. The photographer who found us, he...took me to the hospital, He was nice, and he...didn't publish the photo's, and instead showed the court the ones he had taken of us, and they got Adam done for harassment, and attempted...sexual assault.' Kurt whispered the last bit, his eyes tearing up again.

'So...does Blaine know about this?' Steph asked, shifting her feet a little beneath her chair.

'N- no..why?'

'Because...well I take it this story...this is why you lashed out at him right? Cos you thought he was using you or something?'

'Well...yes...I suppose-'

'See... I can understand your point of view, and yes, Blaine could use you to his advantage, but I genuinely think he didn't mean it.'

' He can be rather dense at times, and often takes things for granted. I don't think he realised hanging out with a famous superstar like you would end up in the papers. As far as he's concerned he is Blaine no-body Anderson, so why would the paps bother him?'

Kurt hummed in agreement, thinking over what he had said earlier to Blaine.

'I think right now, he'll be wallowing in a corner, wondering what on earth he's done wrong. I mean yeah, he's stupid, not taking care with the paps like that, but can you blame him, I mean, he's a novice in this world. He doesn't get it yet. But Kurt. Blaine really likes you, like really really likes you. Hell, he was quite the fanboy before he met you; and believe me, his admiration of you has only increased thereafter. Now I'm not telling you what to do, I can understand why, with a history like that, you would have done what you did, but I think Blaine deserves to know it's not entirely his fault. He wouldn't do that to you Kurt. He lov-likes you so much. Just talk to him, and explain why you're cross, and then the two of you can spend some time plotting revenge on those cursed papers.'

Kurt laughed a little at the last part.

'I think you may be right.'

Steph nodded, glad she had managed to distract Kurt from reliving his night of horror, whoch he was slowly slipping into earlier.

'God I screwed up with him didn't I.'

'Errr...well...I mean...Yeah.'

'Oh God, I've got to go and find him.'

Kurt jumped to his feet, and scooped up his belongings, dumping them in his bag as he rushed out.

'Thank you so much Steph.' He called out as he swung open the door. 'I won't forget this.' And with that, a resounding thud sounded out as the door closed behind him.

xXx

'That photographer took him to hospital. He had a fractured rib and his wrists were pretty bummed too.' Mellissa said to a shell shocked Blaine, whose knees where crunched up near his chin as he rocked back and forth.

'You're kidding.'

'No, they got that jerk wad Adam done for attempted sexual assault and harassment. Turns out our innocent Kurtie was too naive to see that bastard was using him.'

'My God, so does he think...I was trying to use him?' Blaine asked, his eyes wide in panic.

'Well I guess. I mean, he's never taken well to the press so that would probably be his first assumption, he tends to base life on his past a lot. And his past is certainly not pretty.'

'Oh my God. This is terrible, THAT was terrible. I mean, he's going to think I'm some sort of monster now isn't he.'

'No,.. give him time. I think you just need to talk to him and explain how you didn't mean it that way. I can have words with the publication if needs be, but all you can do now, is try and show to Kurt how much you really care. He really likes you Blaine. And I mean Really likes you. Just try and talk him out of his funk.'

'But what if he never wants to talk to me again?'

'Then I will be having certain words with him, which may or may not involve threatening McQueen scarves.'

Blaine laughed a little at this last part.

'Thank you so much Mel. I can't believe he went through all that- just... thank you for telling me. I would never do anything to hurt him like that bastard, believe me, I value him more than anything right now. Hell, I'd rather be the most hopeless poor person than ever even contemplate losing him'

Mel nodded in approval. Though not sure if Blaine realised quite what he had said then.

'I need to find him.' Blaine hissed as he quickly got to his feet and gathered together his things.

'He needs me, and I need him. I'll make this all better Mel. I promise, and thank you for telling me.' Blaine pulled open the door, 'I owe you.'

The door slammed behind Blaine as he ran out of the building to find his friend. Hoping to whatever higher being there may be that Kurt would talk to him, and that he could fix this.

He needed Kurt, and he was pretty sure Kurt would need him just as much, Paparazzi be damned.

xXx

A/N: 3 days till Glee Live