Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long to publish. I rewrote it multiple times.

Warning: violence and angst ahead.

Author's Notes: Sorry this took so long to publish. I rewrote it multiple times.

Warning: violence and angst ahead.

Domestic Partners

Chapter 13-Night Terrors

"Blaine! Please help me!" Kurt cried out in agony as fists pounded into Kurt's torso. "Please!"

"Kurt!" Blaine cried, tears raining from his eyes as he struggled against the man that had his arms pinned behind his back. "Leave him alone. It's me you want!"

The man behind him laughed sinisterly. "That's only partially true. Yes, I want you, but it seems these days the only way anyone gets you is with this pathetic Twinkerbell at your side. Him, I could do without seeing ever again."

"Well, that's tough because Kurt is my fiance, my one true love. And I wouldn't ever leave him for anyone, especially not you," Blaine spat.

"So you've said before," the man laughed again. "So I decided to reverse it, have him leave you. Unfortunately, he wouldn't agree to go peacefully. And so it had to come to this," he said as one of his friends landed another punch to Kurt's stomach.

"You think I'd ever want someone like you. Someone that tried to manipulate and hurt other people. You're spineless. You couldn't even do your own dirty work. And it took three of you. You are all just a bunch of cowards." Blaine screamed at Kurt's attackers, still struggling to break free from the man who had him pinned to the ground.

"Cowards, huh? One of the other men laughed. "Wanna see how fearless I am?" he snarled, pulling a switchblade from his back pocket. "I told you before that I could snap him like a twig, but this might be a little more fun," he laughed menacingly as he pressed the button so the blade sprung forward, his free hand grasping Kurt by the collar as the hand with the knife swung around his neck, the blade now right against his skin.

"Stop!" Blaine screamed. "What do you want? Anything! Just don't hurt him," he cried as he thrashed, still trying to break free from the weight of the man on top of him.

"You had your chance." Blainiac sneered. "You were warned. You chose to ignore my warnings. Time's up," he said as he slid the knife across Kurt's neck, slitting Kurt's throat.

"KURT!" Blaine cried aloud, thrashing violently, as his fiance's blood painted the pavement red.

"Blaine! Man, are you ok?" a familiar voice asked as the light flicked on and Blaine rubbed his eyes. "You were screaming and you're shakin', dude? What happened?" Sam asked as he wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine wiped the sweat from his brow. "They were hurting Kurt. I couldn't protect him. Sam, I was right there, and I couldn't do anything about it."

"It was just a nightmare, man. I'm sure Kurt is fine."

"How can you be sure. I can't be. I'm terrified to leave him alone. I've barely been sleeping. And then I just walk out and left him alone," Blaine sobbed, his head buried in his hands.

"You didn't leave him alone. He has Puck outside the apartment, and he's one scary-ass dude. He's not gonna let anything happen to Kurt while he's on watch. Speaking of Puck, he called."

"Kurt's bodyguard! He called? When?"

"About an hour ago. He sounded a little strange. I think he was calling from the john, so I just I told him you were sleepin' and he kinda laughed and said something like, sleepin' my ass. I worry about that guy sometimes," Sam laughed, as he handed Blaine's phone over to him. "So, you ok?"

Blaine nodded as he started scrolling through his missed calls. "Yeah," he replied sadly. "Kurt called too, several times. Why didn't you wake me?"

"It's midnight man. I'll take you over there in the morning, but you need to get some rest."

"I just tried, and you saw the aftermath of that," Blaine sighed. "I was doing that at home too. I think it terrified Kurt. Honestly, I was terrified as well. It just seemed so real. I need to talk to him."

Sam nodded and smiled. "Call him. I'm sure he can't sleep either. I'm surprised he hasn't barged through the door already with a bouquet of roses and a cheesecake."

Blane hit the send button and sighed again the phone rang a few times and then went to voicemail. "Kurt, it's me. I'm sorry. Sorry I left. Sorry I missed your calls. I'm just sorry. I love you. Please call me back when you get this," Blaine pleaded. Before he could end the call, another call started to beep in. "It's Puck again." He hit the talk button. "Hey, man. I'm sorry, I was asleep earlier and Sam didn't wake me. What's going on?"

"Is Kurt still there with you?" Puck asked worriedly.

"Huh? Kurt's not here. He's supposed to be there with you?" Blaine said, scratching his head in confusion.

"He was, but he's not here now. He said he was going to take a nap. When I went to check on him, and the window was open and a note was on his computer desk," Puck explained. "I called you as soon as I noticed he was gone, but Sam said you were sleepin' and acted all hush-hush like there was some secret. I thought he must've snuck over there to see you."

"No, he didn't. Wait. You said there was a note? What does it say? Puck? Snap a picture and send it to me," Blaine demanded frantically.

Sam squeezed Blaine's hand as he waited for Puck's reply.

A photo of a large post-it popped up.

Needed a breather. Dont wait up.

Blaine immediately called Puck back. "Kurt didn't write this. When did you notice he was gone?"

"Wait, what do you mean Kurt didn't write this. How do you know?" Puck sounded worried.

"I know his writing. Kurt's penmanship is incredibly neat. This is chicken scratch. And Kurt would never in a million years write don't without an apostrophe. Typos are a major pet peeve of his. When was the last time you actually saw him?"

"I don't know. About an hour ago. I just thought he was tryin' to sneak over there for some hot anger sex, ya know, and I was kinda havin' my own issues. I think I shat out everything I've ever ate."

"TMI, man. Call Kurt!" Blaine practically yelled into the phone. "He may not pick up if he thinks it's me calling. He's stubborn like that. Is it ringing?"

"Yeah, it's ringin'," Puck replied, his voice panicked. "Wait! That's his ring tone. I thought I heard it earlier as well," Puck blurted.

"Kurt never goes anywhere without his phone," Blaine said, his voice shaking. "Puck, did you find it?"

Puck groaned. "Hang on, Dude. It's dark out here, and there are weeds and stuff. It's gotta be close, dammit!"

"Weeds. Kurt would never walk through weeds." Sam remarked, shaking his head.

"Of course he wouldn't. You know Kurt. He'd be worried it would ruin his designer boots. Call Lauren. I'll be there in a second."

"Blaine, I found it. Hurry!" Puck shouted as he stood over Kurt's body, ripping off his shirt so he could apply pressure to the wound in Kurt's head.

Author's Notes: Don't hate me, guys. You know me and angst. It's a love-hate relationship. I promise to fix this eventually.