Domestic Partners

Chapter 12-It's not ok

Warning: Angst ahead.


Kurt sighed in frustration as he deleted an entire paragraph from the article he was typing. It had been a hellacious Monday, starting with a meeting with Lauren and Wes, and then Isabelle informed that she needed him to scrap the Wonderbutt article he was writing and submit something else. He was about to shut his laptop when an alert popped up.

Incoming Call: Burt Hummel

Kurt sat his laptop down on his nightstand and adjusted the monitor so that his webcam was positioned properly. Then, he clicked the accept button. "Hey, dad. Is everything ok?

"So what's this Finn said about you not coming here for Thanksgiving, Kurt? You always come to visit us for the holidays," Burt grumbled. "I figured with that promotion, you'd be able to come up with the money. If you can't, I'll get you a ticket and fly you and Blaine here. We miss you, kiddo."

"I miss you too, dad, but it's not a money issue. It's a lot more complicated than that, unfortunately," Kurt replied with a frown. "It's this trial. With that and work, they have me pretty busy," Kurt replied.

"All the more reason to take a break. You look pretty rough. Have you slept at all?"

"Well gee thanks. And no, I haven't been sleeping well," Kurt replied with a little more snark than he had intended.

"So does this have anything to do with this crazy stalker guy and the kid with the Geronimo hair that used to throw you into dumpsters now actin' as your bodyguard. You want to tell me what that's all about?"

Kurt grimaced. "Actually, not really. How did you even hear about that?" Kurt questioned in disbelief.

"I'm not an idiot, Kurt. He still calls here to talk to Finn from time to time. And Finn asked what I thought about this situation with you and this psycho stalker guy, which I had to tell him that you haven't said the first thing to me about. So why don't you fill me in? Who's this nutcase that's stalkin' you and why in the Hell do you need a bodyguard? And Puck, of all people? If I remember, he wasn't the brightest bulb in the box," Burt retorted.

"Dad, calm down. It just this guy on the internet making idle threats. The studio and the lawyers are just being cautious."

"I don't get it. Why is this guy threatening you?"

Kurt sighed. "He's a fan of Blaine's, and he wants me out of the picture."

Burt removed his cap and scratched his head. "So this guy is after Blaine or you?"

"Both of us, I guess. The actual threats though are toward me. Lauren, one of my guards, thinks that it's just some jealous fan. I think it's Sebastian. I think he's trying to spook us so we aren't on our game during the trial. It's fine."

Burt shook his head. "It's not fine. You are my son, and I don't like anyone trying to push you around. Especially if I can't protect you."

"That's what the bodyguards are for. They're mainly a precaution, just to make sure that we're safe. It's just some coward hiding behind a keyboard making bitter threats," Kurt said, trying to reassure his father with a soft smile.

Kurt could feel his father's gaze burning into his forehead. "What aren't you telling me? Is this like the kid in school? The one that threatened to kill you. The one you didn't want to tell me about," Burt prodded.

"No. It's nothing like that. And if you remember, Karofsky never actually did anything except kiss me. He was just confused and scared. We're actually friends now. It's no big deal."

"It was a big deal then, and it's a big deal now. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Kurt sighed. "I assure you, it's ok. Look, Dad, I have to go. But I'll call you back tomorrow, ok? I love you."

"Love you too. But this conversation is not over. And promise me you'll be safe," Burt said. "Tell Blaine I said hi."

"I will," Kurt said as he clicked the end call button and sighed loudly.

"Was that your dad?" Blaine asked as he stepped into their bedroom and kissed Kurt's forehead. He sat down next to Kurt on their bed.

"Yeah. I relayed the news about Thanksgiving."

Blaine frowned. "How did he take it?"

Kurt shook his head. "Not so well. Finn told him about the bodyguards and the situation with Blainiac."

"How much does he know? Kurt, you should have told him before now," Blaine scolded. "I bet he's worried to death.

"I didn't expect Finn to blab. Although, I should've known better. It still makes me nervous that he knows the wedding date and venue. Besides, I told him he doesn't have a reason to worry. It's all just a precaution," Kurt smiled reassuringly at his fiance.

Blaine placed his hand on his own forehead. "I don't think you are treating this with the seriousness that it deserves. You remember what Lauren told you this morning. Someone was in your office. This wasn't an email this time. He walked right past the night guard and put a note directly on your work computer. And they said there was evidence that there could be more than one person writing the messages."

"I told you, I still think it's some paid lackey of Sebastian's. He's just trying to scare us."

"And it's working. Kurt, I found a note in my office today, written on a large post-it like the one Lauren said she found in your office."

Kurt's mouth dropped open wide. "Wait, what did it say? Do you still have it?"

"I gave it to Spencer so he could give it to Lauren. I took a picture of it on my phone, though." Blaine scrolled through the photos on his camera roll until he found the message.

Dear Blaine,

Who are those guys that have been tailing your ass lately? Not that I blame them. It's a nice ass. It's not the same pasty-faced twink that's usually glued to your hip. That's a nice change. How about you make that change permanent? If you can't, I can help with that.

Blaniac 2-16

Kurt's cheeks felt as if they were on fire with rage. "I'm so tired of this coward calling me a pasty-faced twink."

Blaine jerked away from Kurt and stood up, running his fingers through his hair so roughly that he pulled out a few strands. "That's what is bothering you? This was in my office!" Blaine retorted angrily. "He wants to hurt you, Kurt. Do you get that at all? Does it matter to you that this is tearing me apart."

Kurt reached for Blaine's hand. "Calm down. It's ok. Everything is ok!"

Blaine jerked back. "Everything is not ok. I am not ok, and if you don't realize that, then maybe Lauren was right." Blaine reached under the bed for his overnight bag and immediately began tossing some things into it."

"Wait, what are you doing?" Kurt cried out.

"This is too much. All of it. I need a break. We need a break!" Blaine replied, zipping the bag shut and reaching for the doorknob.

"Blaine, please, let's talk about this," Kurt begged.

Blaine shook his head. "I can't. I can't talk about this right now. He stepped through the doorway, bag in tow.

"Where are you going?

"Sam's," he said shortly and walked right out the door, leaving Kurt sobbing into his pillow.


Author's Note: Thanks to Kellyb321 for looking over this. I'd love to hear from you. FYI, when you guys get quiet, I tend to think I might be boring you, so I turn up the heat. So if you don't like the development, you might want to speak up. Strap yourselves in, it's going to be a rough ride.

If you are looking for something to read, you need to read chained to the Rhythm of Love by Mirvly on AO3. I read it all in one sitting. Also, if you aren't reading Life in the Big Apple by voyage Asia, you should check it out. You need to read Westerville abbey first though. And if you still haven't read Crowded House by Kellyb321, come on guys. You'll thank me.