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Chapter 11: Jeremiah

Rachel paced her living room, her glance directed at the landline every few seconds. Her dads had called the studio and relayed the information that they had found. They were very eager to hear about Jeremiah and where she had found the information. After explaining everything – having to repeat it several times due to having spoken to quickly in her excitement of helping – and providing links to his blog they had thanked her and hung up.

Rachel was hoping that they would call back and tell her what would happen from here but didn't get her hopes up. All she could do was wait to hear news from her favourite blog.

Kurt viciously stabbed his salad with his fork. He was tired, moody and just wanted to curl up at home in bed – preferably naked with his fiancé. Instead he was at work, filming scenes that following recent events were uncomfortable and emotionally testing.

His character was still isolated from Blaine and his story line with the threatening phone message was progressing. He had just filmed a meeting with the sender of said text, Dave Karofsky. The character he played was a bully and closeted gay who thought himself in love with Kurt. Off screen Dave was a nice person and had become good friends with Kurt. Usually the two actors would spend time together after filming but he couldn't today.

He had apologized to Dave and gone off to have lunch by himself. He stabbed his salad again and stuck a piece of lettuce in his mouth, chewing it absentmindedly. Kurt was distracted from his moping by his phone buzzing. Blaine's name flashed across the screen, accompanied by his picture – a goofily adorable photo that Blaine had taken of himself and set as Kurt's background when they first started dating. Kurt wondered absently if Blaine knew he'd treasured that photo ever since.

He mentally deliberated whether to answer it or not. One, he wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody; he wanted to just try and get his thoughts together and secondly, if he talked to Blaine he would most likely cry and then he would be fussed over, which was more embarrassment than Kurt could deal with in one day. As much as he loved his fiancé taking care of him, he didn't always want to be weak.

Before he could make a decision his phone rang out and Kurt sighed. He stabbed a carrot onto his fork and popped it in his mouth, chewing carefully.

It's just fiction, he thought, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. The events on the show are not real, they are fiction. You are not in any danger.

Usually he could calm himself down with this mantra but today it just wasn't working. His nerves felt frayed and it was only a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to keep it all in anymore. It frustrated him that his past was still consumed him to this day. To be fair he hadn't had this much trouble for a long time and it scared him how easy the feelings of dread and anxiety came back.

His phone began to ring again with his fiancé's name again. This time he didn't hesitate – picking it up and answering the call in an instant.

"Hey, love," he greeted.

"Hey, where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you," Blaine asked, his concern audible.

"I just need a moment," Kurt told him. "What's up?"

"They know who it is," Blaine replied without missing a beat and Kurt froze, dropping his fork in the process. He didn't even notice.

"What?"

"They know who has been stalking us and who tried to steal the script."

"Who is it?"

"Someone guy, Jeremiah."

"I've never heard of him," Kurt admitted and Blaine hummed.

"No, me neither. They're going to catch him, Kurt."

Kurt smiled at the thought and slumped down in his chair. He felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It was all going to end soon. There was still some apprehension lingering in his system; after all, the guy hadn't been caught yet, but he was feeling better.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Fine," Kurt replied. He could practically hear Blaine rolling his eyes. Telling his fiancé that he was fine had never been an acceptable answer, "Just an emotional day of filming."

"You had a Karofsky scene," Blaine stated and Kurt hummed. "I have my scene to film and then we can go home."

Kurt smiled at the thought. Home.

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

They hung up and Kurt sighed. A few more hours and he could curl up with Blaine, kiss him until he felt safe and whole again and lay with him until they got hungry enough to order dinner. He let the thought fill him with warmth. It would be enough to get him through the rest of the day.

Kurt moaned, his eyelids fluttering shut as Blaine pressed open mouth kisses along his neck, down his collar bone and across his chest. The minute they had stepped foot through the door Kurt had pulled Blaine into a kiss, stumbling backwards through the apartment with their lips connected all the while until they reached the bedroom.

From there, clothes had discarded and they had tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, losing themselves in blissful passion.

Blaine kissed his way up his fiancé's toned body until he was pecking him lightly on the lips and collapsing next to him. They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat but this didn't stop Kurt from cuddling closer, trailing a hand up and down his fiancé's chest. Blaine gently ran his hand through Kurt's ruffled hair, moaning softly at his touch.

"I love you," Kurt panted and Blaine hummed approvingly at the phrase he never tired of hearing.

"I love you, too."

Kurt rolled onto his stomach so that he was looking directly at his fiancé. Blaine pulled him closer so that Kurt could straddle him, eliciting a gasp from the paler boy.

"I take it you're feeling better," Blaine smiled up at him teasingly.

Kurt leant down to place a kiss on his fiancé's mouth, gently nibbling on his lower lip. "Yes," he hummed. "You always make me feel better."

Blaine beamed brightly and brought Kurt down for another kiss. "It's nearly over, Kurt. All of this will be put behind us and then we can get married and have a brilliant honeymoon."

Kurt chuckled and draped himself over Blaine's chest so that they were skin to skin. "I am so glad it will be over soon. I'm tired of waiting to be married to you."

"We could just elope," Blaine suggested, only half-jokingly, his hand travelling down his fiancé's spine. "Invite Burt and Cooper and just go somewhere quiet. Screw all the fuss."

Kurt bit his lip. It was tempting but he had already put so much work into the wedding and the Warblers – not to mention the rest of their colleagues – would be disappointed if they didn't get to be a part of their special day.

"Of course we can wait and continue with our plans," Blaine hastened to add, seeing Kurt's hesitation. "I just want to be yours."

"You are mine," Kurt assured him, "Always but I understand how you feel. I want to be married to you, too."

They kissed once more, staring adoringly into each other's eyes.

"It will be over soon, Kurt," Blaine promised him. "They know who posted the video; who has been stalking us and then we can have our privacy once again."

"It will never be the same," he whispered. "You know that. People have got a taste of us; of what goes on behind closed doors. This won't just stop. How can it?"

"Nobody is going to let it happen again, Kurt," Blaine replied, pressing a kiss to the top of his fiancé's head. "You know that. The Producers and Cooper – not to mention Burt – would have a fit if anything like this were to happen again."

Kurt's chest filled with warmth at the thought. Even after all these years of being on the set, it still surprised him how much people loved him. His father had certainly never showed him any affection and neither had his numerous foster parents. The only love he had ever known was from his mother but that had been taken from him far too quickly.

"I forget sometimes," Kurt murmured and he watched Blaine's face fall, "that people care about me, about us."

"I'll never let you forget," Blaine promised and pulled his fiancé back into a kiss. Kurt moaned in response, letting Blaine show him just how much he was loved.

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