Hi, guys! I live! Though you probably thought otherwise due to how long it's been and I'm so sorry. I was working about 80 hours a week so I didn't have the time or the energy to write. Then I drove all the way to Vegas (I live in Utah) just to see Chris Colfer promote The Land of Stories 6. I just really love him, in case any of you guys didn't know. And then I lost one of my jobs and I wasn't in the right mind set. So, once again, I am so sorry. I hope this chapter is worth the wait.

I own nothing of glee except the DVD's.

"What? My stalker…what are you talking about?" Blaine stuttered, running his fingers through his hair.

Blaine, Rachel, and Kurt hadn't moved for the past 5 minutes since Kurt delivered the news.

"You heard me; your stalker." Kurt whispered.

"But…but what? I don't understand. What are you talking about? I haven't even done a completed movie yet. How do I have a stalker?" Blaine asked as he sat down on the couch. Rachel hadn't moved or said anything.

"It…it happens. You've done interviews, you've been in newspapers, you've been seen around town. You've had attention. It's not uncommon for this to happen."

Kurt sat next to Blaine on the couch and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"Does Sam know who it is? How it happened? Does he know anything else?"

"He doesn't know her name. Stalkers do a very good job of keeping themselves a secret. It all started with the first article. They guessed on most things and they were only following us because of me. She didn't like the false article and she started talking to them through email about things that she considered "facts". They tried to publish what she emailed them but she threw a fit. She said that if they wanted the information then they would need to pay her; so they did. They paid her extra to plant bugs and buy a professional camera so she could take photos. She snuck into your car while you were at store to plant listening devices, she managed to plant bugs in here, in your trailer and in your office. I have no idea how she did that. But that's it. She knew about everything you just told the kids before they did. I tried to get here before you told them because I didn't want her to know how the kids took it. Now she's going to sell this story to the press and it's going to be published tomorrow. Everything."

Blaine couldn't speak. He felt violated. He had been followed for God knows how long by someone that he didn't even know. Just by that, he ruined everyone's life. He ruined his, Rachel's, Kurt's, Puck's and dear God…he ruined his kid's lives. He was a monster. How could he even look at himself now?

"Dear God. Is there any way on the Earth that she won't sell this story? I can't let the kids go through this. They already took the news hard enough. I won't put them through this. Please, Kurt. Please tell us there's something we can do." Rachel cried.

"I talked to Sam and asked him the same question. We don't know because we don't know who she is. We only have her email address and we have to get that from the press. There's no way in hell they will give that to us because they want the stories."

Blaine spoke up and barely more than a whisper.

"Kurt, the kids…they're my life. And I've already ruined their life. I can't have them exposed like this."

"I have an idea."


"This story is golden so you need to give me more!" She shouted.

"We made a deal. I told you what you were going to get no matter the story. I'm not going to change that. No matter how long, informative or great the story is."

"That's bullshit. You won't get a story like this no matter how long you're in the business."

"We never once told you that you would get more if the story was better. I'm sure we would've been able to come up with a story like this."

"Do you really believe that?"

"I sure do. I've been doing this for years." He said.

"And yet I'M the one who has come up with more stories that are believable and interesting in 6 months than you have come up with in years. Clearly YOU are the one that needs this story."

"Be that as it may, you're not getting more."

"Listen, Mason. I have 2 options for you. I will give you this story for the amount I want or I will throw this story away and no one except me will know what is written on it. If you release this story, then you will go down in history as THE greatest magazine writer in the world. Now what's it going to be?"


"Do you really think this is going to work, Kurt? I mean, we don't know anything about this woman. She could hold a gun to my head. She could be dangerous." Blaine said uneasily.

"Blaine, I know this might not be the ideal thing to do but I will be right there with you the whole time."

"On a different table."

"With Sam, Mercedes and Santana."

"Are you ever going to tell me why Mercedes and Santana are your body guards?" Blaine chuckled.

"That's a story for another time. It goes back to high school. Honestly, Mercedes is because she and Sam are dating and she and I are best friends. But Santana could bring down and entire football team with just a stare. Believe me, if anything bad happens, Santana can handle it." Kurt laughed.

"I'm nervous, Kurt. What if this doesn't work?"

Kurt inhaled deeply. "We'll cross that bridge when you come to it."

"How did you get ahold of her?"

"Sam has friends in high places."

"So tell me what was said."

Blaine sat back in his seat, looking at Kurt behind the wheel. He couldn't believe how much this affected everyone. Sam, Santana, and Mercedes were all in the car behind them and he felt bad. None of this would have happened if he hadn't acted on his feelings. He was head over heels in love with Kurt but sometimes, he wished that he had just chosen to stay with Rachel and lie about who he was. He knew that in the end, that might have been worse than how things were now.

"Sam managed to call her and she already knew who it was. I don't know how. But he asked her how serious she was about running the story."

"What do you mean? I'm 100% sure. This is how it is in the business. You make mistakes and you get punished for it. It's boring to have a celebrity that's perfect. Blaine was too perfect. I knew I needed to find something wrong with him…and I did. I knew that underneath his gorgeous eyes, his lovely eyebrows, his captivating smile and his sexy ass chest, something was wrong. And I found it. God damn it, I found it.

"I started losing it when I found out that his marriage was ending because then I knew that I could finally get my chance. But then…then when I found out that he was in love with Kurt…I wanted to hurt him. I wanted to hurt him more than I've ever hurt anyone before. But I couldn't hurt him physically…no. I needed to hurt him mentally. So much that when he was at his lowest and he finally met me, he would finally realize that I was the one he was supposed to be with.

"This story would have been the icing on the cake. This would have been the downfall of Blaine Anderson. This was my chance to finally get my one true love. And when he meets me, he will know it too. Or at least, that's how I had it planned. But then that bastard or a magazine writer wouldn't give me more money. So I started looking for other magazines. And I found one. And now my plan to be with Blaine forever can finally be completed. I can't wait to show him my collection of pictures. He'll be so impressed he won't be able to resist me. So yes; I am going to sell this story."

Sam held the phone to his ear with his jaw that he was sure hit the floor. He couldn't believe someone could be this insane. And what made it even worse is that she didn't know how insane she actually was.

"If I can promise you a meeting with Blaine, will you not run the story?"

"Why would I need your help when I'm managing perfectly fine one my own? This story is my ticket."

"That may be the case but…by selling this story, you exploit his kids. And I don't think Blaine will want anything to do with you if you do that to his kids. Do you think otherwise?"

"But…but this story…it's supposed to make him want to find someone to help."

"But when he finds out that you're the one behind it, do you really think he'll want you? You need to think about this logically."

"I guess that's true. What if I just run the story without exploiting the kids?"

"Can you? I mean, the kids are the most important thing in his life. Doing anything to his kids, even leaving them out of an article, will make him upset. I don't think he'd like that…do you?"

Sam was good, you couldn't deny. But even he was nervous that this reverse psychology wouldn't work.

"You're right. I love him and doing this to his children…the people he loves more than anything…that would make him so angry at me. I can't have that, can I? What I need to do is come up with another approach."

"What if I set up a meeting with the two of you? You can have lunch and talk for as long as you want. If I do that, will you scratch the story?"

"You can do that? You're not just tricking me into this are you?"

"I'm not. I swear it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone except for the silent breathing.

"Tell me when and where."

That is how Blaine found himself on his way to a small diner that was usually dead around this time of day.

"I think Sam is amazing for getting her to not run the story but…I think he's crazy for making me have lunch with my stalker. Is that something I have to get used to?" Blaine winked.

"You'll get used to it after the first 3 stalkers." Kurt gave him a small nudge. The smallest of smile appeared on Blaine's face that disappeared as quickly as it came. "Everything will be fine. We won't leave you alone or take our eyes off you for even a second."

"I know…"

"What are you worried most about?"

"That she'll still run the story."

"I will make sure that doesn't happen. We will not leave the diner until she tells you she isn't running the story. Just make sure you get her to speak up a little so we can pick it up on the mic."

Blaine nodded signaling that he understood.

"Do we really have to arrest her for this?"

"Blaine, she's been in your car, your house, on set. She's stalking you. She needs to be locked up for this. She's not a danger that we know of yet, but she is definitely guilty of trespassing and that's illegal. Here we are."

Kurt pulled into the parking lot that, if he had been in greater spirits, Blaine would have thought would have just been the cutest little place. He got out of the car and went to the driver's side to stand next to Kurt. He grabbed his hand and gave it a soft squeeze which Kurt returned.

"You ready for this, Hummel?"

Blaine and Kurt turned around and Blaine was met with the face of a gorgeous Latina woman. Her hair was long and black, and she was wearing a skin tight blue dress.

"Ready. Blaine, this is Santana."

"Nice to meet you, Santana." Blaine held out his hand which she took quickly.

"Likewise. We don't have too much time for introductions. Let's meet your stalker and get her ass in jail." She said and walked right past the two men and entered the diner.

"I can see why she's intimidating." Blaine said.

"Are you kidding? That was nice." Kurt replied.

"Come on, baby. Let's go." Mercedes said. She was a beautiful, large black woman who was wearing a leather jacket and gold chains around her neck. She was hand in hand with Sam, whom he had met before. "Nice to meet you too, baby." She said, looking at Blaine.

"She calls everyone baby. Don't find it weird." Kurt whispered.

"Oh, hush. You know you love it. I'll meet you inside." Sam and Mercedes made their way inside to join the Latina.

"You ready?"

"No. But let's just get this over with."

Kurt and Blaine walked inside the diner. It was small enough that you could have privacy but large enough that you could have a decent sized gathering. Right now, there only seemed to be 8 people inside, including themselves. They made their way over to the table Santana had picked.

"Alright, listen up. Blaine, you are going to be exactly three tables over and one down from us. You'll be close enough that we can some things you say and be there quick enough if anything happens but far enough away that it won't be obvious that we're waiting for you. Got it?"

Blaine nodded. He was scared that if he spoke, he would throw up due to nerves.

"Right." She continued. "Here's your mic. Make sure it's on and hidden. And here is your ear piece. I won't use it much because you need to focus on her. This is more for if you don't know what do and any of us can help you."

Kurt and Sam helped him get his mic pack situated and working while Blaine put the earpiece in his ear.

"Alright, head on over to your table. She should be here any minute. We told her 3:30." She said looking at her watch. "It's 3:20 now and I have a feeling she's going to be punctual."

"Question. She should know what all of you guys look like. How are you going to stay hidden?"

"We all have the hats and the sunglasses but what we really specialize in is wigs." Mercedes said.

"Okay?"

"Just go." Sam said.

Blaine turned around and headed for the table Santana told him to go to and sat down. He felt his hands and legs start to shake the moment he sat down, suddenly terrified to be alone. As if they were his comfort, Blaine looked back to the table and almost fell out of his chair. With the exception of Kurt, probably because he knew him so well, everyone was almost unrecognizable. Sam had put on a black wig and a baseball cap. Mercedes was sporting a pixie cut and a fur coat with the reddest lips. Santana had chosen a blonde wig and Kurt decided a red wig would suit him best. He was impressed at how quickly they managed to change their appearance and felt safer instantly. He heard a voice in his ear piece and he recognized it as Santana's.

"Here we go, Blaine. We're here for you…just breathe and you'll be fine. I promise."

Blaine gave a small smile and started looking around the diner so as to look busy when she came in. It was a really interesting diner made completely out of wood. It felt like camp from when he was a kid or just a cabin in the woods. If he hadn't been so terrified he would have felt so at home. It just had a homey feel. He was removed from his thoughts with a voice he had never heard before.

"Hi! Blaine Anderson. It's so nice to meet you."

Blaine took in the sight in front of him. She was not at all how he was expecting. She was short and had the nicest eyes. He couldn't believe that someone so sweet looking could be so crazy. She held out her hand.

"I just can't put into words how amazing it is to finally meet you! I'm your biggest fan."

Blaine tried to hide his fear by smiling and shaking her hand.

"That's so nice of you. What was your name?"

"Oh, silly me. I know everything about you so I almost forgot that you know absolutely nothing about me." She said taking a seat across from him.

Blaine gave a nervous chuckle. She knew everything about him…this was getting more nerve wracking by the second.

"Oh…well, that's…flattering?"

"I think so too! I just love everything about you and I can't wait to learn more about the secrets that make Blaine Devon Anderson who he is." She said with a smile.

"Wow. You even know my middle name. Lovely." He said nervously.

"Of course!" She smiled again.

"What was your name? It would just be nice to be on a first name basis here."

"Oh my god. I just…I can't believe you'll know me by name." She gripped her heart and sighed. She took a deep breath. "My name is Tina. Tina Cohen-Chang."

Hey! I know this chapter was a little shorter than the others but I'm still kind of recovering from my recent crazy schedule but I hope you all still have interest. I'll be wrapping this story up in a couple more chapters so any reviews you can give me would be appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed it. I know I say this every chapter but I might be able to start updating more. I finally know my sister's computer password and I'm only working about 5 days a week now instead of 6 so now I might have time to update more! So, once again; I am so beyond sorry for the delay but please leave a review and tell me what you thought! xo :)