Neither Kurt nor Blaine were particularly excited when the alarm went off at an ungodly early hour signaling Kurt's need to get back to Bushwick to open the shop.

Even though Kurt protested, Blaine insisted on driving him there. After starting the coffee pots and turning on the lights, Kurt begged Blaine to go home and go back to bed.

"You have a full day of recording. Go to sleep."

"No, I want to be with you."

"Blaine." Kurt said his name firmly hoping to talk some sense into him. Blaine just folded his arms as he sat at one of the tables and stuck his tongue out. Kurt gave in. "Fine but if you're going to stay awake at least have some coffee. You look exhausted."

"I love you too."

"Do you want me to lie to you?" Kurt laughed and made him his usual. Putting it on the table in front of him. Blaine turned it around and looked at the name on the side. 'My Everything'.

"Awww." Blaine smiled at him before taking a sip then leaning up and kissing him.

"So, are you going to detach yourself from me and make it into the studio at some point today?" Kurt sat across from him, well aware that usually he didn't have a rush on Sunday morning until a few hours after opening.

"Yeah. Eventually. I'm just really stuck on one of the songs and it's bugging me."

Kurt walked over to the counter with all the add ins and pulled out a few containers. "You can help me organize the sugar packets, maybe it will keep your mind off it."

"I can think of another thing that might distract me."

"Not at work."

"I was going to say restock the straws. The places your mind goes, Hummel."

Kurt laughed and placed the sugar packet containers on the table between them. He showed Blaine the way he stacked them, so they would all look the same.

After the sugar packets were done, Blaine moved on with other menial tasks, ones Kurt hadn't even offered.

Around eight in the morning, Kurt walked back to the storeroom to find Blaine on a stool color coding the non-fat and regular mocha mix packets.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh" Blaine continued organizing.

"Blaine?"

"It's working. The song is working." He didn't turn around, just continued labeling the packets and placing them on the correct shelf. Kurt just slowly backed away letting the doors swing shut on his strange boyfriend.

Around nine, Kurt walked back into the storage room again and found Blaine tapping his knee and staring particularly hard at a broken tile on the ground.

"Okay that's it." Kurt pulled him from the stool and shoved a key in his hand. He pushed him all the way to the door up to Kurt's apartment. "Go upstairs and go to sleep or work on your song or whatever but you are creeping me out." He laughed a little as he said it and Blaine just let himself be pushed to the door. He took Kurt's instructions and went upstairs.

Instead of heading for the bed, he went straight to the piano and started playing. The song he had been working on for ages finally felt right. It just took the perspective of manual labor to show him the way.

He began to slump over the piano after a few minutes of working on the song. He just barely made it to Kurt's bed before he passed out.

He woke to the sound of cars and people on the streets below. He checked the clock, it was early afternoon.

Blaine bounced out of bed, well rested and excited to have finished the song he never thought he would finish. He searched around the apartment for Kurt figuring he would be done by now. When he didn't find him, he went down to the café. No one was at the counter, he checked to make sure the customers weren't watching as he snuck back and into the storage room.

Brittney was wearing headphones and dancing around as she washed dishes. Blaine leaned against one of the shelves and watched her, smiling. She did a turn and upon seeing him, nearly fell as she took out her headphones.

"What are you doing back here?"

"Looking for Kurt."

"Unicorn isn't here. He had to run some errands."

"You're really good at dancing." She didn't respond, just looked at him guiltily like he had just caught her in the act. "You should be in one of my music videos." He shrugged and walked out of the storage room heading back up to Kurt's apartment.

He slid the door shut and turned to Kurt who was just putting bags down on the table.

"Where were you?"

"Just woke up. Went down to find you."

"Here I am." Kurt smiled.

"I finished the song."

"Blaine that's great!"

"Do you want to hear it?" He looked sheepishly at the ground.

"Don't you want it to be a surprise?" Kurt flirted.

Blaine walked over to the piano. "The fact that I finished it is surprise enough. He cracked his knuckles and played a few bars of the tune before beginning the lyrics. Kurt recognized the rhythm as the one he had messed up and retried multiple times the other night.

Kurt listened to the lyrics and watched them dance around his living room. His own private Blaine Anderson concert. He closed his eyes as he launched into the chorus.

Falling in love

Was another foolish thing I never really needed

But you were the first to change my mind

You're knocking me off of my horse

But here I lay fallen and defeated

And I'd leave it all behind

For this foolish thing of mine.

As he finished the song, Kurt clapped from the kitchen making Blaine chuckle.

"Was it any good?"

"It was great." He ran up and hugged him "It was like a fairytale."

"Just like us."

"Which of us is the knight in distress?"

Blaine laughed and quietly pointed to himself. Kurt nodded his head in agreement before giggling and kissing all over his face.

"It's great now go record it!" Blaine allowed Kurt to push him out the door and to his car. He stopped at the stoop and turned to give Kurt a kiss, completely unaware of the photographer taking pictures of the brick warehouse fronts from across the street.

The next week was filled with Kurt taking cute pictures of Blaine and anonymously posting the not too personal ones.

Around the middle of the next week Kurt planned a surprise for Blaine and the rockstar was a little nervous when Kurt walked him toward his favorite sandwich place down the street from his apartment.

"You're going to surprise me with sandwiches?" Blaine's stomach growled at his sarcastic comment. Even if it wasn't a great surprise, they were good sandwiches.

"Kinda." Kurt answered vaguely. He pulled him through the door of Giovanni's Subs.

Blaine was between a smile and a laugh at the sight before him. A group of about fifteen teenagers were standing in front of a handmade banner that read, 'Thank You, Blaine!" with drawings of finches and turtles on it.

"What is this Kurt?"

"Well when the science club at Giovanni's daughter's school found out who had made their dream trip to the Galapagos Islands possible, they were ecstatic to throw a little party." Kurt patted Blaine on the back.

"You told them?"

"They deserve to meet you. To know who you really are. But beware, I think Giovanni is going to drown you in free sandwiches for the rest of your life." Kurt pushed Blaine toward the teenagers, and he accepted their hugs and thanks.

He signed field trip t-shirts for them and laughed along with all their high school humor. Kurt took pictures of him interacting then took a group picture with all the kids, their teachers, and Giovanni for the school and Giovanni to put on the wall.

"It's been so great meeting you guys."

Giovanni's daughter, Maria, stepped forward. "Blaine Anderson, if you don't mind me asking, why did you anonymously donate the money to the science club?"

Blaine searched himself for the answer. He thought it was because he couldn't just accept the free sandwiches without paying back, but he could easily have put the money in the tip jar. He walked closer to the high schoolers and looked at all their curious faces.

"When I was in school, it always felt wrong. I did well, studied, had some friends." He sighed. "But I never felt like a part of something. I never felt like I belonged. That was until I joined my school's glee club." He looked down at Maria, a freshman of only five foot. He placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned down, so he was at eye level. "When I was in here a few months ago, I saw a picture on your dad's register of you holding the first place ribbon at a science fair. You had a look in your eyes that made me believe you had found your passion, the place you belong. I knew in that moment that you deserved to have your dreams come true." He stood and looked at the other students. "That all of you deserved to have your dreams come true."

They all clapped. A few teared up. Maria squeezed him in a hug, and he chuckled patting her on the back.

"Thank you all so much for having me here tonight. Have a safe trip to the Galapagos and please make memories. The memories you make in high school clubs stay with you forever."

Kurt finally put his phone down, sure he had gotten everything he needed. He let Blaine hug him tightly.

"Thank you."

"You needed to meet them. To have them see who you really are."

Blaine stifled a sob and let Kurt walk him out the door and back towards his penthouse.

Kurt tapped out an anonymous tweet from the thank you party. He chose the picture of Blaine leaning down toward Maria with a bit of a tear in his eye.

"This one is my favorite." Kurt stated, not entirely expecting a response, just wanting to get it out in the open.

"Why is that?" Blaine looked over at the picture he had chosen, still a little worked up over the whole event. Mostly the fact that Kurt had organized it for him.

"I guess you just look so…" Kurt got silent before looking over at Blaine and smiling. "Paternal."

Blaine bit his lip and turned away. He was already a wreck tonight, why did Kurt have to say things that would make him happy cry?

Kurt showed him the anonymous tweet before pressing send.

Blaine Anderson is thanked by science club for sending them to Galapagos. Seems like a nice guy after all.

*Attached Photo

Blaine gave him the thumbs up and they walked on in silence.

"I kind of feel like I'm using those kids to create an image." Blaine frowned at the thought of little Maria just being used for her innocent doe eyes in a staged shot.

"No, you gave those kids a gift they will be forever thankful for. You already are an image. Me putting pictures of that image up is just trying to prove who you already are." Kurt stopped their walk and turned Blaine towards him. "You would be using them if you got in trouble, then decided to donate the money to make you look better. You did it on your own account and for your own reasons."

Kurt took Blaine's hand. "Don't keep telling yourself you are bad. You aren't. I don't think you ever could be."

"Why did I surround myself with people that don't give a shit about me?"

"You felt like that's all you deserved. I've been there before."

"You're not anymore, right?" Blaine was worried. The thought of Kurt going through the emotional abuse he suffered haunted him to his core.

"No. Anybody that doesn't tell me how fabulous I am gets cut. Figuratively or literally. Depends on the day."

"Have I mentioned how fabulous you are."

"You're safe for now, Blaine Anderson." Kurt glared down at him. His glare didn't last long, he smiled and dragged Blaine into his apartment building.