Day 11 – Kindred
"…And then he said we were kindred spirits or something."
Kurt gives his husband a look as they wait for the elevator to get to their floor. "That's really creepy."
Blaine's arms flop around. "That's what I was thinking! I just don't know what to do about it."
"Tell the director to get rid of him on account of stalking or something."
"No, that's not really what I want to do," Blaine says, frowning. "I don't want to get the guy fired or anything. I don't think he's really stalking me, just… I don't know, a little excited."
Kurt glares at him as the elevator dings, the doors opening to their hallway. "Blaine, the guy tracked you down to your favorite bakery just so he could talk to you. I hate to break it to you, honey, but that's stalking." Kurt unlocks the front door and they step inside, shucking their heavy winter coats before Kurt starts talking again. "Look, honey, you're a Broadway star. You have to be on the lookout for people who try to be… a little too close."
Blaine sighs. "Yeah, I know. How about this: if he 'just happens' to show up at some place I'm at again, I'll call Mari, okay?"
Kurt smiles, leaning in for a kiss. "I don't want him to be fired; all I want is for you to be safe. If that means he gets fired for being creepy, well, then that's all on him."
"I love how protective you get." Blaine pulls Kurt closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and going in for another kiss.
"I love how insatiable you are," Kurt says, allowing Blaine to back him up against the front door and kissing him deeply. "Right here?"
"Why not?"