Chapter 13

A/N: I apologize for the delay guys. It usually doesn't take me this long to update. It's just been a tough month. Things are looking better now though, so the next chapter shouldn't take this long.

Thanks for bearing with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Blaine couldn't have been happier with how dinner went.

He knew that he wouldn't make it to dinner every night, so he wanted to make this one special for Kurt. He doesn't remember doing something like that for anyone else before. Like ever. In fact, showing up 15-20 minutes late to their rescheduled dinner was probably the nicest gesture he's ever made for anyone.

boy was he a bad boyfriend.

But that somehow doesn't seem to apply to Kurt. He never felt as if he needed or even wanted to make an effort with anyone else before, yet he felt that this doesn't even come close to giving Kurt what he deserved. And by how Kurt kept looking at him all evening, he might just consider doing that every single night. To hell with work.

They made small talk throughout dinner. Blaine talked a bit about his day, very much enjoying how Kurt didn't seem bored but genuinely interested in what he had to say. It was a new, refreshing and very much welcome change in his life, to come home to someone, sit down for dinner and talk about his day like any normal person does.

"… so, considering the fact that I haven't been to work at all this past weekend, overall it was a relatively good day at work… What about you? How was your day?" Blaine asked, halfway through dinner.

"It was good… really good, actually," Kurt smiled. "I met Rachel for lunch, which was really nice. I missed her those last few months. With planning the wedding and all that, we hadn't really..."

Blaine smiled fondly at Kurt as he went on about his day. Kurt's eyes were sparkling with joy as he spoke, and Blaine couldn't help the feeling of contentment that brought him.

"Did you have Puck go with you while you were out?" Blaine asked as casually as he could manage when Kurt was finished.

"Yes! I did..." Kurt answered, his eyes widening momentarily at the mention of Puck's name.

What's that about?

"…did something happen?" Blaine asked, a bit concerned.

"Not really. He was a bit… talkative. But we talked about it… and it's fine, really." Kurt assured him.

Talkative? Puck?

Blaine studied Kurt's face, thinking back to Puck's interview for a moment…

Two weeks before the wedding…

"Send him in." Blaine told Santana over the intercom.

Two short but firm knocks were heard on his door a moment later. "Come in," He called out, leaning back in his seat. He rested his elbows on the chair's arms and intertwined his fingers.

A tall mohawked guy in a classic black suit came through the door. He strode confidently into the office, stopping right before Blaine's desk. He stood straight, legs slightly apart, with one hand clasped on top of the other in front of him.

"Have a seat, Mr. Puckerman." Blaine motioned to one of the chairs at the side of his desk.

"Thank you, sir. You can call me Puck, sir." Puck said evenly as he sat down.

"Very well," Blaine replied as he moved to take Puck's files off his desk. He surveyed them for a moment before he spoke again.

"Your resume is quite impressive, Puck. I see here that you've encountered quite the challenges while working for Senator Hampton, and have handled all of them successfully. Can you tell me how you managed that?"

"I have good instincts, sir. And my reflexes are fast and always on point. The training I had, coupled with these two factors makes me quite good at my job, sir."

Blaine nodded, looking at the file in his hands in search for his next question.

After about half an hour of questions, Blaine was more than pleased with Puck. He answered all questions correctly, giving Blaine exactly the answers he was looking for. He spoke in a calm and collective manner. He looked confident, sure and ready for the job.

"Very well, Puck." Blaine said after Puck's last answer. He put the files back on the desk and leaned back in his chair.

"I have one last thing to address before we wrap up our meeting. In addition to the standard requirements of this job, I want you to report back to both me and the head of security if anything shall ever happen. I expect you to take care of my husband and protect him from all harm, at any cost.

"Moreover, I don't just want my husband to be safe; I want him to feel safe, too. At all times. I don't want him to feel the need to look over his shoulder for a split second while you're with him. Meaning, any and all possible threats are to be neutralized without him even knowing of them, if that's a possibility.

"Being my husband shouldn't put him at any imminent risk, but were that to ever happen I want you to have him on safety ground before the threat makes a single move. He never had to worry about safety issues of this sort and I don't want that to change when he marries me. Are we clear?" Blaine instructed.

"Perfectly, sir." Puck replied.

"Good. You start in two weeks. Santana will give you all the information required for the job. Congratulations."

Blaine looked at Kurt for a second, contemplating if he should pry further or not. He had no doubt that Puck was more than qualified for the job, but…

"Are you sure, Kurt? If he isn't doing his job properly, or you're merely not comfortable with him, I'll have him replaced this instant." Blaine said seriously.

"No, no. He's fine. I promise. No need to replace him." Kurt replied quickly.

And at that, Blaine decided to drop it, dismissing Kurt's reaction as him probably just getting used to the idea of having a bodyguard.

The rest of dinner went wonderfully, and before Blaine knew it, they were almost done with the dishes.

Putting the last plate in the dishwasher, Blaine wiped his hands on the kitchen towel and turned to face Kurt. He held his husband's hand to his mouth and brushed a sweet lingering kiss there.

"Kurt, I hate to cut our evening short, but I'm afraid there's some work that I need to finish tonight." He said apologetically.

"No, it's… it's okay," Kurt answered, smiling bashfully, "I actually started reading this book earlier that I'd love to finish, so don't worry about it."

Two hours later, Kurt was sitting on the sofa, his back against the sofa arm and his feet crossed at the ankles with a book propped open on his lap. He was facing Blaine were he sat by his desk and worked on his laptop.

Blaine glanced at Kurt for the hundredth time that evening, and lost himself yet again in his husband's beauty. He couldn't help but look up at every little movement he saw out of the corner of his eye and the way Kurt looked just sitting there… GOD!

And it's not just his appearance that had Blaine charmed. Everything about his husband made him… feel. Just that, feel. And that's saying a lot considering how little he allows himself to respond emotionally to anyone, or anything for that matter.

Looking at Kurt now, Blaine had no doubt in his mind that Kurt was well on his way to being one of the most important people in his life, if not the most important. And Blaine didn't mind that one bit.

Trying to refocus on his work, Blaine shook his head and went back to evaluating the recent reports on the distribution of last year's resources.

That lasted for about ten minutes, before he felt a movement again and just had to look. This time he looked up to find Kurt biting his lower lip in concentration.

Oh what I wouldn't give to be the one biting that lip…

He stared at Kurt for a long moment, his eyes fixated on those sweet, delicious, and wonderfully kissable lips. Either Kurt is so concentrated he didn't notice Blaine looking, or he did but chose to ignore it. Either way, it's been frustrating Blaine all night, and he'd had just about enough.

He got up from behind his desk and walked over to Kurt. He sat sideways beside his husband, facing him, and just stared at his lips.

"Blaine?" Kurt, who sounded confused, asked.

As a response, Blaine attached his lips to Kurt's. He took his time nibbling and sucking on Kurt's bottom lip before he slipped his tongue inside. Taking Kurt's moan and the sudden grasp on his hair as approval, he put both his hands on Kurt's cheeks and brought their faces closer.

He kissed Kurt with everything he had, feeling his insides flame with desire and his heart swell with emotion.

Blaine Anderson had never felt like that in his entire life.

After a few long minutes, Blaine pulled back reluctantly for air. He rested his forehead against Kurt's, allowing them both a moment to breath.

When his breathing evened out, he moved his head back a little to look at Kurt. His eyes roamed over his husband's beautiful features and concentrated on his deliciously swollen lips.

He ran his thumb gently over the outline of Kurt's lips, his eyes following the movement.

"Your lips… are so distracting." He whispered, pecking Kurt's lips one more time before getting up and returning to his desk.

Kurt sat there for a while after that, looking at his gorgeous husband and trying to remember how to breathe properly. He was completely overwhelmed with emotion, and his heart felt like it's about to leap out of his chest with how fast it was beating.

I could fall in love with him. He thought to himself when he was able to form coherent thoughts again.

Catching Blaine's eyes at that exact moment, he smiled at his husband and was rewarded with what's come to be his favorite smile in the world.

Or maybe I already have…

Thursday night, five days after the wedding, Blaine parked his car in the garage and hurried to the elevators. He looked at his watch to check the time.

Half past midnight.

Shit!

He had already texted Kurt that he'd come home late, but he didn't expect nor mention that he's going to stay this long.

He walked into the apartment as silently as he could, meaning to head straight to their bedroom when he heard faint TV noises coming from the living room. Thinking that Kurt must've forgotten the TV on, he went to the living room to turn it off.

He stopped in his tracks, however, when the room came into view. On the couch across from the TV, there was Kurt, sound asleep. He was sitting semi straight, his arms crossed over his chest and his head tilted sharply to one side. He didn't look comfortable at all.

Blaine sighed and went to sit beside his husband. He put his hand on Kurt's upper arm and shook it lightly.

"Kurt," He said in just above a whisper. "Kurt, wake up love,"

Kurt stirred a bit, groaning when he tried to sit straighter and brought his hand to rub the side of his neck.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Blaine asked gently.

"Um…" Kurt started. He blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings with furrowed eyebrows. "I... I wanted to wait for you…"

It wasn't accusatory or anything, but Blaine felt a pang of guilt hearing that nonetheless. He knew he didn't ask Kurt to wait up for him, but he did tell him he'd be home much earlier than that.

"I'm really sorry, Kurt. I didn't notice how late it was until I got here." Blaine said, finishing with a sweet apologetic kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Hmmm…" Kurt hummed when they broke apart, keeping his eyes closed for a few more seconds. "…you're forgiven," he murmured, a small smile tugging on the edges of his mouth.

Blaine chuckled in response and stood up offering his hand to Kurt.

"Come to bed with me?" He asked softly.

"That's rather suggestive..." Kurt smirked, taking Blaine's hand and standing up.

"Only if you want it to be," Blaine countered with a wink and started towards the bedroom.

When Kurt didn't follow him there, he turned back to be faced with a very flustered Kurt. Chuckling at his husband's expression; he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's flaring cheek.

"Come on," Blaine said sweetly, tugging lightly at the hand in his. "There's something I want to discuss with you."

Kurt looked questioningly at Blaine with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, so Blaine hurried to add,

"It's about a party,"

A/N: So, what do you think? Good? Bad? …Ugly? (Sorry. I had to.)

Seriously though, a single word would suffice. I just need to know what you're thinking. Pretty please?