This is the beginning of me rewriting the story. You might want to go back and see what other changes have been made. There's not going to be an "Unknown POV" anymore. I know that from the beginning it wasn't what I wanted because it makes the story less believable. There are plenty of other stories with kidnapping plots to them so hopefully I won't disappoint you guys.

ghostgirl

Blaine's POV

Phoebe returns to the room, I see her running toward me, and flop down onto the bed. Poor Robin looks fearful, and Phoebe looks like she is about to cry. I am worried, maybe Christian said no about us moving in together. I brace myself, so I can handle the bad news. She wraps her arms around my neck, and the next thing I know she is kissing me passionately. Her tongue invades my mouth, and I return her kiss ferociously.

We stop to catch our breath, I look at her, "Not that I am complaining about kissing my girl, but what was that for" I say apprehensively.

She looks down, twiddling her thumbs; her actions are making me more nervous. "My dad" she said, "He said that in order to live together, I have to be married."

I look at her dumbfounded, did Christian want me to make an honest woman out of his baby girl, what is this crap, is he serious, I think to myself. I stand up off the bed, and start pacing around the room.

I can see the concern on Phoebe's face. "OK, is that what you want?" I pause for a moment, and look at Phoebe; she now has scooted to the end of the bed, looking at me desperately. "I have to say this is unexpected, but if you want me to marry you, I'll do it, right here and now. I'll do anything to be able to share my life with you."

She then looks at me, and a devilish grin spreads across her face. "Oh my Blaine, I love you so much, he said we can live together, no ultimatums, no strings, I just wanted to play a little joke on you. My dad isn't too keen on the idea of us moving in together, he has no expectations for you to propose, I just was messing."

Confused, I think about what she just said. "He is ok with us living together, I don't have to marry you, is that what I you're saying to me?" I look at her seriously.

"Yes, we can live together!" she screams in glee.

I pick her up and swing her around, then press my lips to her, I am so happy, I don't even care she was messing with me.

I slide her down, and look at her, thinking it's now my turn to mess with her. "Well this is amazing, I can live with my beautiful girlfriend, and her dad doesn't expect me to marry her ever, I am the luckiest man ever."

She looks at me solemnly. "You don't want to marry me" she whispers.

I can hear the hurt in her voice. I grab her face and look deep into her eyes, "I can't imagine my life without you my sweet Phoebe, but right now the time isn't right for us to run off and get engaged." I kneel down in front of her and continue starring intensely into her eyes, "I will ask you to be my wife someday, and it will be perfect. You deserve romance, you deserve the fairytale proposal, me on one knee just like I am now, and you deserve a beautiful diamond ring with me bearing my soul to you. I know asking you to marry me will be the best day of your life as well as mine."

She slides of the bed and kneels in front of me, and places her hands on mine.

A single tear slowly pours out of her eye, landing onto our hands.

"I want you to marry me someday, and make me the happiest woman in the world. When you ask me, I have no doubt that I will scream yes from the rooftops. I just thought," she pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts, "Well it doesn't matter what I thought, I want you, you are my forever. We have the rest of our lives together, and a wedding and becoming man and wife make no difference to me."

I lean into her and kiss her on her forehead, "I truly am the luckiest man in the world. Heaven has nothing on the perfectness of what I have in front of me, a beautiful woman who I adore, and a promise of forever that we have shared to each other. My heart is swelled with happiness, never in my life have I felt so complete. You have given me such a great gift."

I wiped the tears from her eyes, "Phoebe, I love you! I will move heaven and earth to make you the happiest woman in the world."

Phoebe's POV

Blaine is my knight in shining armor. He is my prince and I am the princess in the fairytale that I am fortunate to call my life. For a moment there I thought he didn't want me to be his wife ever. Granted I guess after the joke I pulled on him, it serves me right. Life couldn't be any more perfect.

"Blaine I promise I will do everything in my power to make you the happiest man ever. I know what true love looks like. Every time I see my parents, their love just oozes off them. I want a love and a life like theirs. They are so passionate for each other. If my dad, the crazy control freak he is can make my mother happy, I have no doubt that you'll make me happy. My existence begins and ends with you."

I smile at him, and lean in and return the sweet and soft kisses on his forward, and then his cheek, first the left then the right, I then press my lips to his, and gently kiss him, he returns slipping his tongue into my mouth. He then presses me down onto the mattress; I can feel his erection digging into my core. His hand slips up my shirt; he then frees my breast encased in my black laced bra. He begins to massage my nipple, and then releases my lips from his and lowers himself onto my erected nipples, his mouth then begins to suck, and then he begins to softly bite down. He then pulls down his boxers and frees his growing erection. I smile and place my hands and start massaging his sex. He moans in pleasure and his hands start to trail down to my clit. He starts to massage and move two fingers into a circular motion. I am about become unraveled.

As the passion and ecstasy begins to take over me, I hear Robin sniffing at the crack of the door. I know someone is on the other side of my door. I tap Blaine on the arm, I then raggedly whisper, "Blaine" he just hums at me, still sending me pleasure to my core, I take in a deep breath to compose myself.

"Blaine," I whisper again, but he doesn't hear me a second time. Robin then starts scratching at the door and barking.

That is when Blaine's attention turns to the door. "Robin, sshh, people are trying to sleep" he says to the dog. Under his breath I hear him say, "And I am trying to make love to my girl."

"I think someone is outside the door," I whisper to him, I then wiggle underneath him, "as much as I want to continue this, I think we need to see who it is, I would hate for it to be my dad, and have him catch us like this in his home."

Blaine looks at me, and then slides to my side; I know he agrees with me. "Ugh, I would hate for your dad to walk in on us, just when he agreed to let us move in together" he says, and gives me a smile.

I know he isn't happy about stopping, but he kisses my neck and begins to straighten himself up, and slides under the blanket completely naked.

I know he isn't happy about stopping, but he kisses my neck and begins to straighten himself up, and slides under the blanket completely naked.

My father stood on the other side of the door with his arm crossed, "Want to join me for some pie?"

"Dad, it's almost midnight!" I pretended to yawn, "Blaine and I were sleeping."

"Nice try, get dressed and come downstairs."

Annoyed, I made my way back to Blaine to tell him the bad news.

I go whisper to him, "Sorry sweetie, I promise I'll be back in a minute, don't get dressed."

He then smiles at me, and says "Its ok, I'll be here." He then kisses my nose, and says, "Don't forget a piece of Gail's pie."

Blaine playfully swats me on the behind causing me to giggle. My father waited for me to close my bedroom door before heading downstairs. He grabbed Gail's pie from the fridge and cut out two slices.

"So what's this about? We were really going to bed, we have to leave early tomorrow to get back to New York."

"Do you remember when you broke your arm because you decided not to listen to me and walked on the ledge near Aunt Kate and Uncle Elliot's cottage?" my father grinned down at his food.

"Yeah, it hurt like hell."

"You were always so fearless, even as a little girl. No matter how many times your mother and I told you not to do something, you had to figure it out for yourself before you realized that we really were trying to keep your best interests at heart."

I didn't get where he was going with this.

"What I'm getting at and what your mother has been trying to get me to see is that you aren't that little girl anymore who broke her arm from not listening to her parents. You are a strong, beautiful, and capable woman who can make her own decisions. Every parent wants to see their child succeed in the world but they also want to be needed. You never needed me and now that you are gone, it feels like you need me less."

"Dad, I'll always need you," I admitted, "You and mom have always been there for me. I may not show you how appreciative I always am but I love being able to turn to you guys whenever I need to."

My father looked up from his pie, "Really?"

"Without you guys, I would never be who I am."

It wasn't the first time, but it was one of the rare times I saw my father look vulnerable, "You don't know how good it is to hear you say that. I know I've always been hard on you Phee but you're my baby girl. If anything were to happen to you or Theodore or your mother, I don't think I could live with myself. I don't want you to think that I don't want you and Blaine being together, I just want you to want me more."

I jumped into my father's arms, "A girl always needs her dad, no matter what guy is in her life."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

I return to my room and Blaine is sleeping quietly on my side of the bed. His face is buried into my pillow. I place the plate of cream pie and fork down onto the bedside table. I then gently kiss his cheek as caress his muscular back.

"Blaine wake up." I place my lips on his shoulder.

He blinked his eyes open, "I thought your dad took you to some far away castle and I would never see you again."

"I can see you were really worried, you were knocked out cold when I came up."

"What can I say, you wore me out."

I smile at him knowing that he gets it. "Good."

I then pick up the plate, and teasingly display it before my man.

"Look what I have for you? Can I feed you?"

He then looks at me hungrily. "I think it would be better if I feed it off you."

He then takes his finger and dabs cream onto my cheek and licks it off. I growl in pleasure. Two can play at this game, so I dab some onto his collar bone, and suck it off. We continue doing this as the desire between us builds. He then pulls me down onto him. His hands return back to the place they were before circling inside my wet core. He continues doing this.

Our breathing becomes ragged, "I want to eat all of it off you." He then spreads more of the pie onto my abdomen, and begins kissing and sucking as he spreads the cream onto my stomach with his tongue, and into my navel. His hands still kneading on clit and inside me. He licks me clean and works his way down to my sex. I am ready for him to devour me with his mouth as he slowly and sensually takes his tongue, in and out of my wet sex.

"You taste so good" he growls.

"Please Blaine, I want you inside of me." I growl at him.

That is all he needs to hear as he works his way back up to my mouth. He then sinks his large manhood into me, thrusting hard and fast. He continues the assault as I feel my pleasure starting to build. I moan into his mouth.

"Shhh, just feel it baby, I want to savor every inch of you. This is my favorite place to be."

He then slows down, gently easing in and out of me. Then he begins to pick up the pace and begins to thrust harder and harder, I begin to moan out, and he seals his mouth over mine to muffle the sound. He then goes back to the slow pace, filling me, deeper and deep with each stroke. I can feel my core starting to tighten, and I wrap my legs around him, he gives me more and more of him, speeding up and slowing down, and I am building.

Our mouths still locked onto each other, our tongues invaded each other. I hear him growling above me. We are both glistening in sweat, our bodies sliding up and down against each other. My hips rocking to meet his thrusts. He then puts my erected breasts into his mouth, and he begins sucking and biting onto my hard nipples. The sensation is so exhilarating. I am almost at my climax, wanting to us to explode together.

As he glides in and out of my needy sex he says, "Come on baby, let go, come for me."

Those words are my ticket; I feel the orgasm I have exploding around him. Like a water fountain I let go and feel the moisture, our bodies are smacking against each other. Skin to skin, I feel him lift my hips up again off the mattress, and he continues the pleasurable assault. I am building again, and suddenly we reach climax together. After we lose ourselves into each other, making sweet love, he lays his head upon my breast.

We are both breathing unevenly, Blaine then whispers, "I love you Phoebe Grey."

I smile and nod, and whisper back, "and I love you Blaine."

The smell of our sex is in the air, and I feel the cool air against my skin. I pull my comforter over our naked bodies and then drift to sleep completely satisfied. As usual, we are tangled in each other's arms, and snuggled up to each other naked.