A/N And we're back! Yes, we've been working hard to catch up on the stories we've fell behind on due to health concerns! But we're back now, and we hope to update often! This chapter takes a little bit of a turn from the previous one. Hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter Nine

Kurt stretched Saturday morning, practically purring in content as he watched Blaine getting dressed. He knew that when Tina returned in two days, some of the stress would be back, but for now he was enjoying not having to worry about the woman making eyes at his man.

"Where are you off to this morning?" he asked as the magician slipped his loafers over his bare feet.

Blaine grinned and leaned over him for a kiss. "I have an interview. Trying to do some damage control over Tina's proclamation of our impending nuptials."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Kurt asked.

"I would love for you to come with me, but Wes wanted me to do this interview alone, said it would be easier to focus on the important topics, rather than be distracted by the rumors of what goes on backstage."

Kurt pouted, and claimed another kiss. "Fine, I guess if it's for the greater good."

Blaine smiled, kissing him once more, before reluctantly pulling away. "I'll see you at the venue in a couple hours."

"Love you," Kurt said.

"Love you too," Blaine replied, and then disappeared out the door.

After another moment, Kurt got up and used the bathroom, then took a shower and got ready for the day. He prepared Raja's breakfast as he hummed to himself.

He was nearly finished getting ready to head out to the venue when there was a knock on his door. He finished combing his hair before he answered it.

The hallway was empty, but on the floor in front of the door was a long, narrow box, like the ones long stemmed roses came in. He smiled when he picked it up, thinking Blaine had sent him flowers, but stopped when an odor from the box made his nose wrinkle. Frowning, he cautiously lifted one corner of the lid, and almost vomited.

…

Kurt was still partially distracted as he prepared for the show later. His distraction had not gone unnoticed during rehearsal, either. Kurt was never off his game, but he had messed up quite a bit on routines he could do in his sleep.

Elliott ended up pulling him aside when he noticed that Kurt had put on two different shoes. "Kurt?" the man questioned. "Are you alright?"

The assistant sighed and shook his head, glancing over Elliott's shoulder towards Blaine, who was trying to help Rachel with a step she kept getting wrong.

"Today, after Blaine left for that interview, someone dropped a package off at the door. It looked like a rose box. But when I opened it, it was full of rancid meat and dead flowers."

Elliott frowned. "Who would do something like that?" Kurt shook his head.

"I have no idea," he said. Elliott bit his lip and glanced behind him at Blaine and Rachel.

"Are you going to tell Blaine?"

Kurt was quiet for a moment. Blaine already had so much to deal with. He wasn't sure if he should add something else to his plate. But then, this could just be a part of something else they were already dealing with.

"No, he's got a lot to handle right now, so I don't want to bring it up at the moment. But I think I better tell Wes."

"That sounds like a good idea," Elliott said. He paused a moment. "Do you want me to take over your parts in the shows today?"

The other man shook his head. "No, I'll be fine. I don't want Blaine to worry anymore than he already is and if I bow out today, he'll know something's up."

"Fair enough. Just, get your head in the game."

"Yeah thanks, Chad Danforth," Kurt snarked. Elliott rolled his eyes.

"No more High School Musical for you," he said.

Kurt scoffed. "I'm not the one who quoted it!" he pointed out. Elliott just laughed and turned to walk away.

"Oh, one more thing," he said, looking back over his shoulder at Kurt. "Fix your shoes." Kurt glanced down to notice the mismatched pair and rolled his eyes, moving to fix them as Elliott walked off, still laughing.

…

"Alright," Blaine addressed the audience later in the first show. "I'm going to need a very special volunteer. This very special volunteer should be really brave. Please raise your hand if you're really brave!"

As the magician scanned the audience, shielding his eyes like you would do against the sun, Kurt wheeled out a tall, narrow box behind him on the stage, before stopping and leaning against it. He was wearing jeans, a tank top, and a jean jacket. A bubble blew out in front of his face and Blaine paused.

"Are you chewing gum?" he asked the assistant.

"What of it?" Kurt said, shrugging, nonchalantly. The audience laughed and Blaine just stopped and stared at him for a moment.

"Please excuse my assistant. He's kind of off his rocker today," Blaine said to the crowd, who laughed again. And then he pointed to a small boy who looked to be about six, sitting in the second row. "You there, you raised your hand. Are you brave?" he asked the kid.

"I wanna be a superhero when I grow up!" the little boy shouted. "They're very brave!"

Blaine chuckled. "You're right, they are! Why don't you come right up here and join me and my bubble blowing assistant." The boy squealed and moved to run towards the stage. "Ladies and gentlemen, give our brave volunteer a nice round of applause!" The audience cheered and applauded. "What is your name, young man?"

The boy giggled. "Blaine!"

"Blaine?" Blaine said. "But that's my name!" The boy giggled again. "Of course, you know what this means, right?" The little boy shook his head. "It means it is fate that you were meant to help me today," Blaine told him.

"Yay!" little Blaine cheered, clapping his hands together. The audience laughed.

The magician took the boy by the hand and led him over to the tall box. Kurt spun around and opened the door, coming to a stop on the other side and blowing another bubble. Blaine made a show of playfully rolling his eyes at the assistant.

"Okay Blaine, now comes the very important part. I want you to examine this box. Pound on the door, on the walls, stomp on the floor, go crazy. Just make absolutely certain it's completely solid. Can you do that?"

"Aye aye captain!" little Blaine said and saluted the magician. He stepped into the box and started banging his hands on the walls and the door and stomping his feet giggling up a storm.

"Is it solid?" Blaine asked.

"Yes!" the boy yelled, jumping up and down.

Blaine laughed. "Okay, so now comes the part where you get to show how brave you are to everyone." Little Blaine giggled. "Now all I want you to do, Blaine is stand in the box. Do you see that hole in the top?" The little boy looked up and nodded. "Can you put both your hands up through that hole for me?"

Little Blaine reached his hands up but he couldn't reach it. "It's too high!" He pouted.

"Guess I miscalculated height," Blaine frowned. "Hang on." He stuck his hands out at the top of the box and the audience all oohed and awed as it started shrinking until it was just the right height for little Blaine to comfortably put his hands through the hole. "How about now?"

The boy giggled. "I fit! I fit!" he shouted. Blaine laughed.

"Okay, Blaine, put your hands through that hole and stay as still as you can, okay?" the little boy nodded and Blaine turned back to the audience. "Everyone, just keep your eyes on his hands! Remember, there are no camera ticks and that screen will never cut away from the top of the box." He pointed to one of the close up screens on the stage. "Let's do this!" Blaine snapped his fingers and a musical beat started up.

Kurt danced back across the front of the box, swinging the door shut and latching it with a tap tap, before he danced over to where there was a length of rope on the floor. He picked it up and gave it a couple of tugs, blowing yet another bubble with his gum and turning towards Blaine.

The music picked up more as Blaine made a show of putting his hands up in surrender and backing away a few steps. But Kurt lassoed the rope around him and pulled him close. This was one of those moments that Blaine had to fight every fiber of his being not to just kiss the other man senseless on the stage.

Kurt slid back away from him, pulling the rope until it was wrapped around Blaine's wrists and tying them together. He grabbed the dangling length and marched backwards, pulling the magician with him until he'd gotten him to step into the center of a hoop that was resting on the stage floor.

The assistant popped another bubble as he grabbed the hoop and shimmied it up to Blaine's waist, revealing a long sparkly navy blue curtain attached to it. He held out his hand and counted slowly to three with it, as the audience counted aloud.

"One...two...three!" Kurt threw up the hoop and when it dropped again, little Blaine was standing in the magician's place. The audience applauded.

Kurt danced back over to the box, the camera still focused on the hands coming out of the top. He unlatched the door and pulled it open to reveal the magician crouched inside, his wrists still tied above his head. The assistant grabbed the length of rope and pulled him out, shaking his head at him.

Kurt climacted the final beat with another bubble.

The audience burst into cheers as Kurt helped Blaine remove the rope before moving to roll the box back off the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, one more round of applause for our brave volunteer! Take a bow there, Blaine!" The little boy bowed several times over, causing the audience to laugh. Kurt came back out with a gift bag and handed it to the little boy.

"That's yours to keep Blaine," Kurt told him with a wink. The boy giggled and ran off the stage, back to his parents in the audience.

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Later, Kurt was doing his best to try and encourage Rachel, as she was still a little worried about that move she was having trouble with. He still didn't get on well with her, but that had changed some after she learned the truth.

He froze when he caught sight of Adam pacing at the back behind the stage. He was talking in fast hushed tones on his phone, and Kurt furrowed his brow. What on earth was that about, he wondered.

"Kurt!" Rachel's voice snapped him out of his trance-like state and he turned back to face her, looking slightly apologetic.

"Sorry, Rachel," he said. "Look, you got this. You know better than anyone how to make sure the audience doesn't notice a mishap for what it is. You can make it part of the show. I know you can."

Rachel was quiet for a moment. "That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

Kurt sighed. "Look, I know you and Tina think I'm an asshole because we clash heads, but I promise you, I'm really not."

It was her turn to sigh and she looked around to make sure no one who shouldn't be was nearby to hear them. "Well, now that I know the truth about you and Blaine, and that all the hate is an act, maybe I should give you a chance," she said.

"I'd appreciate it. Now go out there and wow them like I know you can do."

"You think I can wow them?" she asked, eyes going wide for a moment.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Rach, you wouldn't be here if Blaine thought you didn't do a damn good job."

She knew he was right and offered him a small smile. "Thanks, Kurt."

"Anytime," he said. "Now go, before you miss your cue." She hurried off and Kurt turned his head to look back towards where he'd seen Adam, but the British man was no longer there. He didn't know what was going on, but he was almost one hundred percent certain, Adam was up to something.

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Blaine came out to the front of the stage, dressed in pajamas, and carrying a blanket in his arms.

"It's been a long show," he said, giving an exaggerated yawn. "From dancing and bubble blowing assistants, to disappearing boys and runaway doves. I don't know about you guys, but I'm beat, and ready for bed."

He came to a stop at the center of the stage as the audience laughed and unfolded the blanket in front of himself. He sat down on the edge and draped it over his legs.

"There's no better comfort than snuggling up in bed at night. Especially, when you have someone to share it with." He looked around and frowned. "Speaking of, I think my teddy is missing." the audience laughed again and Blaine's frown deepened. "Where could he have gotten to?

A quiet lullaby beat of music had picked up in the background as Blaine made a show of looking for the missing teddy bear. And then he raised the blanket.

"Oh, there you are, Herman," he said, causing the audience to laugh yet again. Blaine yawned once more. "Well," he said, raising the blanket higher. "I guess there's only one thing left to say. Goodnight."

Blaine threw the blanket up and it slipped down off the front of the stage. The magician had vanished, but in his place, was a classic stuffed brown teddy bear.

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IheartBlaine: Any new pictures from tonight's show? I've been dying for more since someone leaked the picture of Kurt and Blaine last night! Do you think they're together?

IStanKlaine: Of course they're together! It's been obvious for some time now!

IShipBlina: No, they're not! Blaine loves Tina! But since she's taking some time to prepare for their wedding, Blaine has to pretend he's interested in someone in the show!

Kina4eva: Tina isn't marrying Blaine! That was just a publicity stunt! Tina is marrying Kurt!

KelliottsStalker: You all are so blind! Kurt and Elliott are soulmates! And Tina is just a skank who thinks she's so special!

Kurtisastar: Kurt is the only one on that stage that matters. The others are just slugs getting in his way! He wouldn't touch any of them with a thirty foot pole!

BastiansFaction: The show has gone to the dogs! Bring back Sebastian!

BlackwellsmyDaddy: Blaine, please let me be your apprentice! I want to be just like you when I grow up!

DisillusionBlackwell666: Kurt Hummel better beware. I'm taking you down. And I'll get rid of anyone who stands in my way!

backslashdelta: I wish I could just quit my job and follow BBlackwell around the world!

KingRaja: Grrrr, ngu ngu ngu (Translation: I'm not afraid of shadows.)

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Kurt had taken the downtime between the family friendly show and the adult only show to go back to the hotel and was currently pacing the room. Between the awful delivery that morning and the obvious threat from that strange tweet that had just popped up, he was starting to feel just a little antsy, wrapping his arms around himself and frowning. What the hell was going on? First someone had attempted to hurt Blaine and now, someone seemed to be threatening Kurt.

He flopped down on the bed, just as the door opened and Blaine walked in, carrying Chinese takeout. The smile on his face immediately fell however when he noted the distraught on his boyfriend's face.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Kurt looked up at him. Despite telling Elliott he didn't want Blaine to know about this yet, he knew that it was probably smarter to say something now, before it escalated.

He let out a sigh and nodded his head towards the table in the little sitting room. He'd left the box from that morning there, not having any idea what to do with it. He didn't want to ask the hotel to dump it for him because he was afraid the staff would ask questions.

Blaine set the Chinese down on one of the bedside tables and moved over to the box. He let out a startled gasp several moments later.

"Kurt, what is this?" he asked, a hand over his face.

"It was delivered here this morning. I thought maybe you might have sent me flowers," he replied.

Blaine came over to the bed and sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked gently.

"You have so much on your plate right now, I didn't want to add to it. So I was going to wait."

"Was?" Blaine asked.

Kurt drew a breath and picked up his phone, finding the offending tweet. "This came up in the after show chat stream," he said.

The magician took the phone from him and stared down at the tweet. "Who is DisillusionBlaineBlackwell666?" he asked.

Kurt shook his head. "I have no idea. But I don't think it's a coincidence. I've got that sick feeling in my stomach again."

Blaine swallowed. "What does that mean?"

The taller man drew another breath. "It means I don't think this is just someone's sick idea of a joke."