The night hadn't calmed down for hours after Kurt and Blaine made their surprise debut. They posed for pictures and answered questions as vaguely as they could.
"Blaine! Blaine! How did you guys meet?" One reporter shouted, holding out a tape recorder.
"Over coffee." Blaine smiled mischievously, winking at Kurt.
"Mr. Hummel? What do you do for a living?"
"I'm sorry I can't hear you over all the shouting." Kurt made an apologetic face then quickly turned to a different person.
"Why all the secrecy?" One reporter demanded.
"I love my fans, but God knows they can be a bit crazy. I wanted to keep Kurt safe and living a normal life for as long as possible while we got better acquainted." Blaine gripped Kurt's hand tighter.
"Kurt, we're all dying to know. How big is Blaine's dick?"
Kurt started cracking up. "I am not going to answer that."
"So you don't know?" Kurt's face turned bright red. This man was asking him about his sex life. What if anyone back home saw the article where he answered questions about his boyfriend's penis?
"I think that's enough questions for now. Everyone please enjoy the wine and the music." Blaine hurried Kurt into the kitchen and they both bent over taking in huge breaths.
"Oh God. Is that what that is like?" Kurt was smiling but still trying to regain himself.
"Yeah. I think this one was just more overwhelming because it was a surprise to everyone." Blaine looked up at Kurt. "Including me. What made you change your mind?"
Kurt grinned at him. "Did you think I would be able to sit there and watch you pour your heart out to the room and not comfort you?"
"I guess I thought you had more self-control."
"Excuse me. Should we go out and tell everyone this was all a joke and we are not together?"
"Not in a million years." Blaine ran over and kissed Kurt, gripping his face with both hands. "Can I say something dumb just because I feel like this whole party has been so serious?"
"I would love nothing more."
"There are people setting plates of food and wine glasses down on the piano and I can't stop laughing because we had sex all over it."
Kurt laughed along with him and they slowly made their way back out to the crowd hand in hand. Sebastian glared at them from where he stood in a group with Hunter Clarington and the other business men from the record label.
"Seems like everyone is handling you guys well. I thought there would be a multitude of outbursts from crazed fans but turns out we were right people like seeing and hearing about other people in love." Santana didn't look up from her phone as she spoke to them. "Oh, and Kurt I made you some official profiles so people wouldn't go snooping through your current ones, I've texted you the log in information." She finally looked up. "So you guys are set on my end."
"Thank you, Santana you have been a huge help."
Santana just grinned at them and walked away snatching a wine glass from a tray without looking up from her phone.
Mercedes ran from behind and broke through their hands holding each one in one of her hands. Sam approached from the side putting an arm around Blaine's shoulder and Rachel came up on Kurt's side hooking her arm through his. They all laughed and congratulated Blaine and Kurt on coming out. Well… coming out as a couple.
"Dude I am so excited for LA. Do you have a star on the Walk of Fame? We should totally get you one of those. Do you think we will see anyone famous?" Blaine just laughed at Sam's excitement. Kurt eyed them with an eyebrow raised. Blaine hadn't mentioned LA to him yet.
The party continued well into the night. Reporters slowly started to file out when they had heard the whole album and gotten every tidbit of information they could out of the couple. Blaine looked on nervously when Sebastian was talking to a few interviewers throwing glances at Blaine as he spoke.
After nearly everyone was gone, the elevator opened to Sam and Mercedes. Kurt's grin widened, and he ran over to them. There was an unseen trade off and Blaine glanced at them.
"What's going on? You're acting weird."
Kurt just kept smiling at Blaine with his hands behind his back. After a moment of buildup, he pulled his hands out, he was holding the vinyl cover of Blaine's new album.
"I thought we could put it on the wall tonight."
"You had them run and buy this in the middle of the night?"
"Yes." Kurt said unashamed. He would have gone himself if he wasn't being bombarded with questions.
Kurt pointed to the spot he had left on the wall and Blaine stepped on a chair and attached it per Kurt's directions. The remaining crowd watched as the two made sure it was put on evenly.
"Thank you, Kurt. And Mercedes and Sam." He laughed looking over his shoulder at them as he stared up at the wall at his favorite picture of himself.
Kurt tried cleaning up after everyone had left, but Blaine tugged on his arm.
"Leave it for tomorrow. I promise it will still be there."
Kurt frowned at the mess but let Blaine pull him up to the bedroom. Once inside Blaine threw the door closed and pressed his body against Kurt's "I have been waiting all night to rip that outfit off of you."
Kurt, still full of adrenaline from the evening, happily allowed Blaine to remove all of his clothing in a less than gentle way.
"I am so glad—" Blaine kissed Kurt's collarbone, "That I don't have to—" He kissed up his neck to his jaw, "Hide you away anymore." He pulled Kurt down and ran his tongue over his lips. He clamped down on Kurt's lips with his teeth. "I can show you off now." He managed to say.
"Well let's not get too ahead of ourselves." Kurt looked down at his naked body. "I don't think I'm ready to show the world this." Blaine laughed into Kurt's neck and breathed him in. "But a few more interviews and you might have to show everyone that." Kurt nodded down to Blaine's pants which were stretched to their limit. Kurt unbuttoned them.
"I'm pretty sure one of these times an interviewer is going to show up with a tape measure." Kurt smiled and got down on his knees to pull Blaine's pants down. "What's the obsession anyway?" Kurt rolled his eyes up at him.
"If only they knew, that they were right to be so obsessed." He grabbed it and Blaine nearly fell over from the sensation.
"You fanboys and your crazy rockstar sex fantasies." Kurt pushed him back on the bed and took off the remainder of his tux, not much of it had lasted through the party.
"You rockstars and your crazy barista sex fantasies." Blaine grinned down at Kurt already taking control.
"That's fair." He closed his eyes and allowed himself to have a moment of pure bliss where everyone knew about Kurt, him and Kurt were happy and safe, and there were no consequences of their actions. He knew it wouldn't last.
Kurt laid against Blaine's chest, his fingers reached up and twirling Blaine's hair loose from the gel.
"Kurt?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"Can you promise me something?"
Kurt looked up to see the dark worried expression in Blaine's normally large and bright eyes.
"What?"
"Things are going to get a little wild for you. Can you promise that whatever I do to make sure you are safe, you will go along with? Just please don't be stubborn about it." Blaine was nearly begging Kurt.
"I am not stubborn." Blaine rolled his eyes. "Okay, I can be stubborn. But you don't have to go above and beyond. I will be fine. I can handle myself."
"Kurt, please." Blaine sat up and Kurt turned fully toward him.
"What should I expect?"
"I am going to hire a body guard to stay at The Lima Bean tomorrow even though you don't work. If the fans find out I want to make sure Brittney and Tina and everyone are still safe."
"Okay." Kurt nodded. That seemed reasonable.
"I am getting you a car."
"Blaine no—"
"Kurt, it can be modest or whatever you want. I just want you to have a quick escape in case you need it."
"I can buy my own car then."
"How about I buy a car for myself that you just so happen to pick out. Then you can borrow it and keep it with you at all times?"
"So basically, just the same as buying me a car?"
"Title can be in your name or mine. It's up to you."
"Fine. What else."
Blaine looked away and bit his lip. "What else Blaine?"
"I want you to have your own bodyguard for whenever you are out alone or with Mercedes. They will hang out at the Lima Bean while you are working and stay out of your way and they will escort you places you need to go. When you are with me, they won't need to be there that way we can still have a somewhat private life."
"Blaine, I don't want some buff guy following me around all day."
"Buff girl?"
"Not the point."
"Just for a few weeks until things calm down and people get used to you."
"Is there any way for me to talk you out of all this?"
"Kurt, I've been here before. I wanted my freedom and I was stupid, and it got me in a lot of bad situations. I just want to keep you far from the possibility of danger."
Kurt looked up at him and saw the lines of regret in his brow. He knew even if he could win this argument, it wouldn't be worth it.
"Fine." He snuggled back against Blaine's chest. "I want a jeep."
"As you wish, my prince."
"What happened to Sebastian?"
"He was talking to some reporters after the release then he disappeared. He's due back in Europe to finish prepping for the tour so he must have gone home to get some rest before his flight." Blaine wasn't entirely sure he believed himself. He had pissed his manager off in more ways than one, Sebastian's logic about Blaine's love life was one of the reasons Blaine knew Kurt would need a bodyguard.
Blaine laid up against the headboard as Kurt drifted to sleep against his chest. He grabbed his phone and snapped a quick picture of the top of Kurt's head, covering enough of the McKinley logo so that you couldn't tell what it said. He opened up Twitter.
BlaineAnderson: He had his fun taking secret pictures of me, now it's finally my turn. Let me introduce KurtHummel the love of my life and the heart of my new album.
*Attached Photo*
Blaine chuckled and sent the tweet. He went to set his phone down, but it buzzed with notifications and his curiosity got the best of him. He usually didn't look at responses to his personal life, but this one was more important than the others had been.
MercedesJones: Klaine for the win!
SantanaLopez: Great now get started on another album you slacker!
BrittlovesTubbington: UNICORN FOUND LOVE!
BlaineAndersonFanOfficial: Oh my God the Mystery Man! Yasssss! #Klaine
Klaine5EVA: I ship this so hard it physically hurts. They are too cute together! #Klaine
SebandBlaine: Ew NOTP. Seems like a cover up. I still think Blaine and Sebastian are together.
BlaineAnderdaughter: Congrats Kurt on making every girl on the planet hate you.
TinaCohenLoser: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME KURT WAS DATING BLAINE ANDERSON :'(
WhiteChocolate: Those are my best friends! Go Kurt and Blaine!
RachelBerrytheStar: I have literally never loved a picture more in my life. You guys are awesome.
OUTMagazine: Now here's a LGBTQ+ power couple on the rise. Congrats Blaine and Kurt. #Klaine
RT: BlaineAnderson: He had his fun taking secret pictures of me, now it's finally my turn. Let me introduce KurtHummel the love of my life and the heart of my new album.
*Attached Photo*
StraightIsTheWay: This is a disgrace.
GayAsAnArrow: StraightIsTheWay You're a disgrace. Don't you have books to burn or something? #KlaineisLife
Blaine loved when people stood up for him on social media. Especially since he couldn't really say anything back to any of the comments.
"What are you doing?" Kurt mumbled rolling up to look at Blaine's face glowing in the blue light.
"Causing a riot on Twitter apparently." He laughed. Kurt grabbed his phone from the nightstand and opened up the account Santana had created for him.
"Oh wow that's a lot of notifications."
"Some of your friends said nice things but I wouldn't look through the comments it's pointless."
" BlainesLover: This isn't fair! If Blaine was going to choose such an effeminate man, why couldn't he just settle for a woman?" Kurt placed his phone down and looked over at Blaine with his lips rolled in. "Well that was harsh."
"People that comment on things like that are dumb."
" 20OhBlaines: I bet this Kurt guy won't last two nights. Just another hook up." Kurt looked over at Blaine again.
"Kurt you can't read through the comments. It will just frustrate you."
"You were doing it."
Blaine bit his tongue, he was, and he knew he shouldn't have. "Okay yes I was but look. CrazyfortheB: I am so happy to see a musician that isn't afraid to be in love."
Kurt went to counter with another negative comment, but Blaine beat him to it. " HeartlandHaley: Kurt's story is amazing. Check out the article about him and Blaine at the release party! Seriously so inspiring. #Klaine #LoveisLove
Kurt was still scrolling through comments. "Blaine. They hate me." Blaine pushed Kurt's phone face down on the comforter. "They don't know anything about you. They are making snap judgements. Once the world gets a taste of who you are, your twitter will be flooded with love and praise."
"I'm pretty sure they will always hate me."
"Well I will always love you, so it doesn't matter what they think."
"Well I guess I do get what they will never have." Kurt tried a smile and Blaine hugged him in and rubbed his arm until he drifted back to sleep.
They woke in the middle of the day to a commotion downstairs.
"Intruders?" Kurt asked nervously.
They listened quietly as an angry Latina shouted in Spanish, "Vamanos por favor! No! Los chicos estan alli. Maria limpia la cocina!"
Blaine groaned. He would have happily cleaned the entire penthouse with just a toothbrush if it meant Santana would stay away for a day. He ran his hands through his hair pulling up the last bit of gel. He swung his legs over and stood, his back cracking as he reached up. Kurt followed suit, crawling across the bed to grab hold of Blaine as he hopped off the mattress.
"Santana can I not have 12 hours away from you?" Blaine thudded down the stairs yelling at his PR Director who was wearing sunglasses, holding coffee, and yelling profanities in Spanish.
"I'm sorry I brought maids to clean up the mess from last night." Her sarcasm slapped him in the face from across the room.
"Just let them work then, you don't have to wake everyone north of the border with all your shouting."
"Well, I apologize I've just been up all night cleaning up after you, figured I might as well keep the streak going."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt had wrapped his arms around Blaine and rested his chin on his shoulder. Blaine rolled his eyes and leaned his head against Kurt's.
"Well instead of just having aggressive butt sex all night you decided to go and respond to a whole bunch of fans' comments on your post. Blaine, what is the one rule we have here?"
"Santana, I didn't comment to anybody."
"Oh so you are not BlaineAnderson then? I'm confused because that's your fucking name!"
"Calm down. What are you talking about?"
Santana pulled her phone out and scrolled a few screens. " BlaineAnderson: SebandBlaine Suck it up Blaine and Sebastian aren't a thing. Get over yourself."
Blaine squinted his eyebrows, he remembered reading a comment from that user, but he hadn't responded.
Santana looked up at him expectantly before continuing," BlaineAnderson: BlaineAnderdaughter I'm gay get over yourself." Santa glared at him. "Not ringing a bell? Hm well you're lucky I can spin anything, so I managed to subdue them but what the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to piss off all your fans?"
Kurt nervously chimed in, "Santana, Blaine and I went to sleep just a few minutes after he posted the picture, no one commented on anything."
"Thanks Lady Gay for that amazing insight but the only people with the password are me and Blaine and it sure as hell wasn't me!" She threw her hands up in the air.
"You, me, and Sebastian." Blaine said coldly.
"What?" Santana hissed.
"The only people with the password to the BlaineAnderson account are you, me, and Sebastian." He ground the words through his teeth. Kurt could feel all the muscles in his body tensing.
"Are you saying that prick is trying to sabotage you?"
"I am not saying anything. I am just saying if it wasn't you and it wasn't me, there's only one other option."
"Let me get him on the phone and see if he had some dumbass half-baked plan he was trying to do before we assume, he is just the devil reincarnated."
"I'm pretty sure I know the answer." Kurt whispered as the other two focused on the phone call.
Blaine had stomped down to Santana who held her phone up on speaker as it rung waiting for Sebastian to answer.
"I'll make breakfast." Kurt said to no one in particular. He hadn't really seen Blaine this angry before and it honestly terrified him. Blaine's beautiful honey and brown eyes narrowed and darkened when he was angry. The cute puppy dog face completely disappeared, and Kurt made a mental note to never piss him off as much as Sebastian had, this was not a face he was keen on witnessing again.
Kurt was whisking the flour into the bowl when he heard shouting from the other room. "You fucking idiot! Why can't you see that what you did was not love, in no way will it ever be considered love! It was just fucked up. Don't think that purposefully sabotaging my image doesn't void your contract. Forget helping out in Europe. You're fired. Don't bother even coming back to New York. If I ever see your face again, I will find a brick wall to ram it into. How dare you put Kurt in danger because of your jealous rage. I love him and there's nothing you can do to stop that. It's already happened. So, move the fuck on already." Kurt winced hearing Blaine's voice crack in fury and desperation.
The room was silent aside from a soft "Wow" coming from Santana. Kurt continued to make pancakes pretending like he hadn't heard anything when the sound of Blaine's bare feet slapped across the tiles. He crashed into Kurt and started sobbing. Kurt turned into him and held him close. He shushed him and patted his hair back.
Santana gathered all the maids and pushed them into the elevator. "Gracias. Podemos tomarlo desde aqui." She checked around for their belongings before jamming herself in the elevator with them.
Blaine and Kurt slid down to the floor and Blaine continued crying into Kurt's sleeve. "I'm sorry my life is so messed up."
"It's not your fault. You can't choose what you love just like you can't choose who you love. You love singing and performing and I love you. It's how it's supposed to be regardless of how hard it may seem." Blaine nuzzled further into Kurt and Kurt rested his head against the top of Blaine's.
After some time regaining his composure, Blaine suggested they pick up breakfast then go out in search of a jeep for Kurt.
Kurt agreed and led Blaine up to the shower where he helped him get the rest of the gel out of his hair.
"So what color do you want your Jeep?" Blaine asked, his head down so Kurt could scrub shampoo in it.
"You mean it doesn't have to be black, with tinted windows, and no license plate"
"Well it has to have tinted windows and the license plate can't be anything unique… but you can pick the color."
"Hot pink."
"Within reason." Blaine laughed, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid the dripping shampoo.
"Okay. What about blue?"
"To match your eyes." Kurt blushed as he rinsed the shampoo out.
They drove to the dealer in Blaine's SUV. Both wearing glasses and beanies on Blaine's insistence. Kurt was okay with going incognito, but he wasn't a fan of having his hair ruined by knit hats.
They walked around the lot until Kurt pointed at a 4x4 Wrangler. Blaine smiled and bargained with the salesman. He walked back to Kurt smiling.
"Can I at least pay for half of it?"
Blaine wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him in kissing him on the cheek. "You can pay for the paint job."
"And the tint."
"Now don't get greedy. I'm letting you pay for the paintjob." Blaine laughed and pulled him past the building back to the SUV. Kurt looked in the window at the happy salesman counting bills on his desk. He glimpsed a sign in the widow. 'Paintjob Free with Full Cash Purchase.'
Kurt snorted at Blaine, "Asshole."
"Blaine laughed and yanked open the passenger door for him. "I said you could pay for it. I never said how much."
Kurt groaned and hopped in the car. Blaine got in the driver's side laughing. "Your Jeep will be ready in a few days."
Just then, Kurt's phone started to buzz. He looked down at the face on his screen. "Uh oh."
"What's wrong?" Blaine glanced over.
"Facetime from my dad."
"Are you going to answer it?" Blaine stared at the phone as it kept buzzing.
"Should I?"
"Probably."
"Crap." He whispered quickly before answering it and holding it in front of his face. "Hey dad. How are you?" He took a breath and kept going not giving his dad room to speak. "Has Carole been keeping you away from the bacon and burgers? I told her you sometimes sneak down in the middle of the night for ice cream, you haven't been doing that have you? How's congress? Talk about anything interesting there? Is Finn having fun running the shop?"
"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. I know what you are trying to do." Burt glared at him and Kurt snapped his mouth shut.
"What do you mean?"
"When were you planning on telling me you had a new pal?"
"Oh, that's nothing."
"Kurt, I saw all the articles. Doesn't seem like nothing."
"Yeah I've just been seeing a guy."
"No, you're dating Blaine Anderson. Finn showed me the pictures."
"All of them?" Kurt asked nervously. If he saw the one Blaine posted of Kurt asleep on his chest his dad might be a little angry.
"Is he there?"
Kurt nodded slowly and Burt gestured with his head to Kurt's side. Kurt glanced over at Blaine, then turned the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Hummel. It's nice to meet you."
"What's your angle here boy?"
"I'm sorry?" Blaine hadn't started driving yet so he took his hands off the wheel and took the phone from Kurt so he could speak to Burt face to face.
"I'm asking what your plan is here? Don't think I haven't heard about you on the talk radio in the shop."
"Sir. I assure you I am not the person you hear about." Blaine had never met someone's parents and he now knew why. He was not very good at it. This made him far more nervous than live chats.
"I find that hard to believe." Burt looked away angrily before glaring at Blaine. "Give the phone back to my son."
"Before I do, sir. I just want to tell you that the Blaine Anderson you heard about is dead. He was a figment of the media's imagination and the Blaine Anderson sitting before you today is a different man. I very much love your son and I'm sorry you found out about us the same way the rest of the world did, but I assure you it was all for the sake of Kurt's safety."
"Sure." He snorted
"Dad." Kurt reached and grabbed the phone. "Take it easy on him."
"Well Kurt. I'm just confused why you wouldn't tell me about him unless you were ashamed to be going out with him because it makes you look like some kind of… of floozy!"
Blaine looked out the driver's window and Kurt glanced over at him. "Dad. I trust Blaine and I know him, you do not, and you won't get a chance to unless you calm down. Let people think what they will but I am not a hook up. If you don't believe me just go listen to his new songs. I'm sure they will play on the radio in the shop. And after that tell me if you really believe he is the person you used to hear about in the news." Kurt hung up and Blaine looked over at him.
"I'm sorry to have made things so tense between you and your dad."
"You were a perfect gentleman; he was just being stubborn." Blaine put his hand on Kurt's knee. "I hear us Hummels can be like that sometimes."
Blaine laughed weakly and put the car in drive. They hopped on the road and headed toward The Lima Bean. As Blaine parked behind the building, Kurt spoke up. "I thought you were going to hire a bodyguard for today?"
"I did." Blaine responded sheepishly as they walked around to the front door.
"When?"
"Uhh." Blaine opened the door for Kurt and looked away. Kurt just titled his head toward Blaine awaiting a response.
"So far nothings been going on here." One of Kurt's newer customers hurried over to Blaine.
"Hello, Jeff how was your americano today? Tina's been practicing to make it the way you like."
Jeff just looked at Blaine who was looking at Kurt waiting for the backlash to hit. Kurt glanced between them before groaning.
"You've had a spy here!"
"I couldn't leave you unprotected!"
"Jeff's been coming here for weeks."
"For a week and a half. He's not a spy I swear! Just a bodyguard if anything happened and you required it."
Kurt looked Jeff's thin frame up and down. "He doesn't look like a bodyguard."
"You said you didn't want some buff guy following you around." Jeff tried not to look offended.
"I meant I didn't want anybody following me around." Kurt whispered angrily at Blaine.
"Jeff's not just anybody, we went to Dalton together. We are great friends. He's been my bodyguard in many situations and I would trust no one else to keep you safe." He nodded at Jeff who smiled then turned to Kurt.
"Don't worry about my size, Kurt. I'm a martial artist. Just ask Blaine. I've kicked his ass a few times when he needed roughed up. That boxing style of yours doesn't stand a chance against taekwondo." Jeff put his hands up and Blaine gave him a gentle punch on the shoulder.
"Thanks Jeff. You can go back to what you were doing." Jeff turned and walked back toward the table he had been occupying.
"Oh and Kurt the Americano is delicious, tell Tina she is doing a great job." He smiled and walked away.
"What a good guy." Blaine gestured to Jeff and Kurt just glared at him.
"You've had a spy here since we started dating?!" Kurt was almost yelling, and Blaine hushed him and pushed him back toward the store room.
"I told you he's a body guard not a spy. I sent him here after Sebastian threw his first fit about you after the boat pictures leaked. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I knew you would act like this about it."
"If you knew I would be upset why would you have done it anyway."
"Because Kurt." Blaine exhaled and looked up at Kurt through his eyelashes which made it hard for Kurt to keep his angry face. "I couldn't stand to think of someone hurting you."
"Why do you think I'm going to get hurt so much. I can stand up for myself. I always have and I always will. I dealt with all kinds of bullies throughout high school I think I can handle whatever gets thrown my way."
"I know. You are so strong, in so many ways. But I'm just paranoid I guess." Blaine bit his lip and reached out to grab Kurt's hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about Jeff." He brought Kurt's hand up and kissed it. "I promise no more secrets."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Blaine Anderson." Kurt smiled knowingly at him. Blaine would have many secrets and surprises for Kurt in the future and they both knew it. But Kurt had a few planned himself.