Author's Note: This chapter takes place immediately after chapter 7, in November 2018.

Domestic Partners

Chapter 8- Protective

Listen Bitch,

I told you last time to stop publishing your awful chapters that exploit Blaine. I said it before. You don't deserve him. He's a star, and all you do is write pathetic fictional garbage. I don't know what he sees in your sickly pale complexion and scrawny toothpick body. I could snap you like a twig. And I will.

It was actually smart of you to pass on that promotion. You'd never be able to handle the pressure of writing anything of quality, especially anything that has to do with Fashion Week. It was probably a lapse in Isabelle's judgment.

I'm glad that you ignored my warning. This will be much more fun now. See you soon.

Blainiac2:16

Blaine was shaking with rage and fear as he reread the message for the third time. "Kurt, how could you have kept this from me. He's threatening you."

Kurt averted his eyes to the wall of Wes' office. "I've been threatened before. I'm kinda used to it. I told you about the guy, Karaofsky that bullied me so relentlessly. After he kissed me, he threatened to kill me. He later apologized. He didn't mean it. He was just scared and angry, and he didn't know how to handle everything he was feeling. Besides, I didn't want to worry you, with everything else going on, the wedding planning, the lawsuit, your brother's move. I didn't want to worry you over nothing," Kurt explained, taking his fiance's hand in his own.

Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand and looked at him directly in his eyes. "Hey, it isn't nothing, babe. You're my finance, and it's my job to protect you. To protect us. This is serious. This guy seems like a complete lunatic, and unfortunately, we don't know anything about him. He could be across the country or across the street. All we know is that he's done enough research that he seems to know some personal things about you and I. I mean, he knows the wedding date, about your promotion, and God knows what else. This is serious!"

Wes nodded. "Blaine's right. We need to treat this as a legitimate threat. From now on, you don't go anywhere without a guard, not to the farmer's market, not work. Nowhere. And before you check your emails, someone will go through them first."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Listen, Wes. I appreciate your concern. I really do. But It's probably some guy Sebastian conned into harassing me. You know, to mess with my head."

Quinn shook her head. "And if that's the case, we will make sure that we can file our own charges against him for harassment, but until we are certain that this isn't serious, we are going to treat it as our number one concern. You will both have someone standing watch at all times."

"Kurt, I called in a guy we used before. His team is going to take the case." Wes stepped to the door and turned the knob. "Mr. Puckerman, can you come in here? This is Puck. He's going to be Blaine's guard."

"Hey, Noah. I thought you went into the service?" Kurt smiled.

"Noone calls me that. You may address me as Puck or Badass number 1."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "You'd think you wouldn't want to call to attention to the fact that you have a bad ass."

"Check it out for yourself. You could bounce a quarter off those glutes. Go ahead. I'll even let you check it for yourself.," Puck smirked.

"Been there. Done that, and it wasn't worth the trouble," Quinn retorted, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"I take it you all know each other," Blaine blurted, looking first at Kurt, then Quinn.

"Yeah, Ritzy here, he said pointing at Kurt, used to get a morning greeting from me daily."

"Yeah, right into the dumpster. Good times. I take it the army made you take out the nipple ring. Oh wait, that was the aftermath of the waffle scuffle in Juvie."

"You knew about that?" Puck asked, wide-eyed.

Quinn smiled. "I volunteered the information. Must've slipped out. Much like that ridiculous nipple ring you insisted upped your cool points. The Cheerios just thought it made you look like you had a doorknocker installed on your chest. Those guys did you a favor. Enough about the past," she remarked coolly. "It's your job to protect Mr. Hummel here. Where's your partner."

'Scuse me, gentleman, Ms. Fabray," she said and turned to Puck. "I told you to hold back. I don't want them to take one look at the stupid hair and think we aren't professionals. I'm Lauren Zizes, tech guru and bodyguard for WatchGuardInc. I'll be the daytime guard, and Puckerman will be on night watch. We have a guard for Mr. Anderson as well. Spencer and Alistar will be your detail."

"Wait, I have to have one too?" Blaine asked, his head turning abruptly toward Wes. "Why?"

"Because this thug claims to be your fan. And I suspect that he's probably someone you've met briefly, such as a fan asking for a picture or autograph or an extra from the set or something."

"Why do you think that?" Blaine asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Because we traced the IP address to New York City. In some of the earlier messages, the perp has mentioned some things that make me suspect that he or she met you, although it clearly meant more to him than it did to you."

"He or she? You don't know if it's a man or a woman," Kurt inquired.

"Conversation style sounds more like a gay male than a female suspect. But then again, I've been profiled before as a male and I'm sure two men such as yourself understand what it's like to be stereotyped, especially you, Casper," Lauren said staring directly at Kurt.

"Look, I'll quit updating the story for a while. I don't really have time to do it anyway anymore, especially since the promotion. I'm going to be covering New York Fashion Week, and I'm sure that it's the right scene for either of you, especially you Puckerman. I mean, your head looks like it had an unfortunate run-in with a lawnmower."

"Ha, freakin' ha. Remember you said that when you are in the dumpster again," Puck replied.

Wes cleared his throat loudly. "Alright, Mr. Hummel, this is not negotiable. You are going to have a bodyguard, or our firm will not continue on this case. As far as I know, the threats could be related to the case, and I am not taking a chance of either you or Blaine being hurt. That being said, we hired Watchguard because of their track record. Mr. Hummel, they will do everything in their power to keep you safe. However, Mr. Puckerman, if you are going to state right in front of us that you aren't going to thoroughly do your job, we can immediately dismiss you from this case. Is that understood?"

"Fine," Kurt said with a heavy sigh and a bitch glare.

"Ditto," Puck said with a nod.

"Kurt, about the wedding date. Is that set in stone?" Wes inquired, sighing deeply.

"We already sent out the save the dates. Plus, that date is significant. It was the date that we got together officially, our first kiss, our first date. That's our date," Kurt whined, pouting at Blaine.

Blaine shook his head. "Several people already have plane tickets and Kurt's right. That's our date. Please don't make us change it."

"What about the venue? Did the invitations have the location on it?" Wes asked.

"Of course not," Blaine said, shaking his head. "We didn't want to risk having the paparazzi show up at the wedding. It's in-"

Wes held up his hand in a stopping motion. "Don't. The less I know, the better. And from now on, we don't do meetings at the studio."

Lauren frowned. "Keep the venue and time as disclosed as possible. And Kurt, I'm sorry. You can't go to cover Fashion Week. It's too high profile."

Kurt looked pissed. "Covering fashion week is my dream. I can't pass this opportunity up."

"Kurt, this is your safety we are talking about, baby. I want you to be safe. Besides, I didn't think you had decided if you would take this promotion or not," Blaine replied, caressing Kurt's hand.

"Well, if I can't cover Fashion Week, then I don't get the promotion. It's for a trial period. Depending on the quality of my coverage, the promotion would become permanent. I had to negotiate those terms. If I back out now, they'll give the promotion to someone else. Besides, the Hummels don't let anyone push them around, and this would be allowing this jerk to determine what I do or don't do."

Wes sighed. "Look, Kurt. Fashion Week is February fourth to the fifteenth, correct?"

Kurt's mouth dropped open at Wes' fashion knowledge. "Yes, but I'm only covering men's Fashion Week. I didn't want to take on too much so close to the wedding."

Lauren opened her mouth as if to say something, and then paused. "Alright, Casper. I see your point. We've got a couple of months until then. Let's see what we can do to stop this twerp before then and get you to that event. And Kurt, don't stop publishing your story. I've gotta know what happens between Cam, Shane, and Emmett."

Author's Note: Author's Note: "Several of you commented about Blainiac's message so I put again. I hope you guys don't feel it's too redundant. I know this is dated for November of last year. I had planned to write this shortly after I finished Private Messages, but I got stuck so sorry guys.

I had to insert some Puck and Lauren. I always loved their dynamic, and Puck was pretty hilarious. Let me know what you guys think.

Thanks to grlnxtdr29 for recommending my stories on Tumblr.