The next morning was Friday. Both Blaine and Kurt had a few work things to take care of. Kurt received an early call from Katie explaining that she found a great security company and that he should meet with them as soon as possible. Over breakfast, he told Blaine about the stalker photographer and about how they should get security and maybe even think about moving up into the hills.

"Moving? Will it really be that bad?"

"Katie has been in the business for a while and she thinks it's a good idea. I mean, you read the news and magazines. You know how they treat celebrities," Kurt paused and took a sip of his coffee. "I just never thought that I would be one of those celebrities."

"Well," Blaine scooted his chair closer, "I've always known you would one day be a huge star but I never really thought about what that would mean for us."

Kurt gave him a serious look, "and..?"

"And, I think that we should do everything possible to protect our privacy, our lives, our love," he smiled into his husband's eyes. "If that means moving to the moon, count me in."

Kurt chuckled. "You are everything to me, Blaine. Thank you." He leaned in and pecked Blaine gently. "I'm going to go meet with Katie and this company but when I get back do you want to go to the beach? It's been so long and we could both use some R&R."

"Yes! That would be lovely. I'll wrap up some loose ends on the school then pack a picnic lunch for us."

"Perfect," Kurt grabbed his keys, satchel, and headed for the door. "Maybe you could wear those new red swimming trunks I bought you," he grinned.

"Kuuuuurt!" Blaine groaned with a laugh and watched his husband walk out the door.

Blaine was sending some final emails and was about to wander into the kitchen to fix up the picnic lunch when the doorbell rang.

"Who in the world…"

He usually had no issues with just opening the door but with what Kurt had experienced just yesterday he all of a sudden became more cautious. He looked through the peephole. He saw Samuel standing there and was relieved – although he hadn't seen him since the party. He still didn't remember fully what had happened at the party and what, if anything, Samuel saw. He took in a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey," Samuel smiled.

"Hi. How are things," Blaine made way for Samuel to come in.

Samuel stepped in. He looked at Blaine with an expression that actually made Blaine feel uncomfortable. Something about Samuel was different today. He had no idea what it was but he desperately hoped it wasn't about anything that may or may not have happened last Friday.

"Close the door Blaine and sit down."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Sit down."

Blaine was quite literally flabbergasted. Did Samuel just come into his home and order him to sit down? "What in the world is going on with you," he asked.

Samuel laughed. "I'll tell you. But you should sit," his gaze burned into Blaine.

Blaine shut the door cautiously. He really hated the way Samuel was acting but he also was really curious as to what was going on so for now he decided to play along. He moved into the living room and sat on the leather chair. "Okay. I'm sitting. What's going on?"

"It's time I come clean with some things. And it's time you pay for your actions. This has been a long time coming Blaine Anderson," Samuel sat on the couch opposite Blaine but he remained rigid and upright.

Blaine shook his head in confusion, "What…?"

"Does the name David Karofsky mean anything to you?"

Blaine felt a jolt surge throughout his body. That was a name he hadn't heard or even thought about in years. But what made his blood run a little cooler was that Samuel knew this name.

"Uh, yeah," Blaine admitted.

"What does it mean exactly?"

Blaine sat up a little straighter, full blown confusion setting in. "What is this about Samuel?"

"Just answer the question," Samuel grew a little impatient.

Blaine looked at Samuel straight in the eye and spoke very slowly, trying to let him know that he was not impressed with this behaviour, "We. Went. To. High. School. Together."

Samuel laughed. "High school classmates, huh? Is that all he was to you? A classmate?"

Blaine stood up, "listen Samuel, I don't know what this is about but I'm not going to sit here and entertain your little sherrade. Either you tell me what's going on or you can leave."

"Actually, this is how things are going to work," Samuel also stood up and fetched his phone out of his pocket. "You are going to look at this. Then you are going to sit down and listen to me very carefully." He swiped at his phone then turned it toward Blaine.

Blaine looked but didn't see. His brain was blocking the image. He forced himself to look again so that he could confirm what was on the screen. Oh my good god. Kurt… He looked up at Samuel then back at the picture. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped. He could say nothing. He could do nothing except sit back down and concentrate on not vomiting.

"That's right," Samuel said putting away his phone. "Your husband played right into my hands last Friday. This picture I'm sure would at the very least put a damper on his budding young career, wouldn't you say?"

"What do you want," Blaine whispered. His entire body was numb.

Samuel once again sat down. "My last name is Karofsky."

Blaine looked at him.

"David is my cousin. You probably haven't heard but three months ago he tried to take his own life. Again."

"Oh my god…"

"Save it," Samuel waved his hand and cut him off. "Since you walked out on him he hasn't been stable."

"What ? That was so long ago…"

"SHUT UP," Samuel screamed.

Blaine jumped. For the first time he realized how serious this situation was. Samuel was here to get revenge for his cousin – he didn't really know how but he thought he'd better shut up and listen before things escalated.

"It has been a long time but David has never been able to get over you. He has always said that you were the one who got away. You were the one who broke his heart. One day he just couldn't cope anymore. He took some pills – a lot of pills," Samuel paused and blinked back tears. Then his expression grew angry. "You did this to him. You broke his heart and made him suicidal. He's in a coma; it has been three months and there are no signs of life."

"I'm so sorry," Blaine said with compassion. "I mean, I never wanted any harm to come to him. And I had no idea…"

"Yeah, well you do now. Now you know. And now you will pay."

"You can't hold me accountable for…"

"SHUT UP," Samuel rose and began to pace. "This is what's going to happen. You are going to divorce Kurt."

Blaine jumped up, "WHAT? No. Absolutely not".

Samuel continued, "you don't get to have a happy ending. You are going to divorce him, I don't care what excuse or explanation you give him but in a month's time your relationship will be over," he looked at Blaine straight in the eye. "Unless of course you'd rather me release this picture of Kurt to the media. Either way, his life will be over. You choose."

"Samuel, this is called blackmail. How about I just call the police," Blaine said angrily.

"Oh, you could do that but how do you think the media will handle all this police attention? Don't you think the details of the investigation will get leaked? Don't you think that in the end the public is going to know that Hollywood's new golden boy is a scandalous whore?"

Blaine couldn't know, let alone control, what happened next. Something much larger than himself took over his body. He darted forward and punched Samuel square in the face. Samuel staggered backward and held his jaw. He looked at Blaine and began to laugh.

"One month or the picture goes viral." He walked to the door and let himself out.

At first Blaine felt nothing. He was physically and emotionally numb as he fell back onto the chair. He played the morning's conversation over and over in his head. David Karofsky, Samuel Karofsky, that picture of Kurt – oh, god – but what stuck in his head the most was, you are going to divorce Kurt.

The tears finally came. His throat contracted, his breath hitched, and the sobs came forcefully. He had never in his life cried harder than he cried then. Blaine's chest felt tight – his heart was in excruciating pain. His lungs struggled to draw breath in and out. His head was swimming, his body dizzy. He thought, I'm having a heart attack. I'm going to die. He curled up in a ball with his head on his knees and cried. His face was wet with tears, spit, and snot. His entire body was shaking and he felt like he would vomit.

He did vomit. A few times actually.

Blaine woke to Kurt's alarmed voice.

"Blaine, honey. Are you ok? What happened? Are you sick?"

He realized that he was on the bathroom floor and remembered why he felt so sick, oh god. He must've passed out from the stress. How would he hide this from Kurt? There was no way he could tell him what was going on. Not yet. He needed to think.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, I think I have the flu or something."

"Poor baby. Come on, let's get you into fresh jammies and into bed," Kurt helped him up.

Kurt helped him up. Kurt always helped him up. Kurt was always there. Kurt loved him unconditionally. How in the hell was he going to get out of this mess? Divorce Kurt? Never. He could never and would never do that - but that picture – oh god.

He felt Kurt's hands undressing him – not in the erotic way he often did but in his caring and loving way. He felt the clean cool fabric of pyjamas being put on him and saw Kurt hovering above him as he buttoned up the top.

"Let's get you in bed, mister then I'll go make you some soup."

He was so in love with this man. How on earth was he going to get out of this situation? How was he going to make sure they got the happy ending they both deserved? He felt Kurt tuck him in under the covers and sit on the edge of the bed.

"This came on so sudden. You were fine this morning," Kurt leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"Yes. It hit me like a ton of bricks," Blaine lied. "I'm sorry we can't go to the beach."

"No, no. You're sick Blaine. It's ok. We'll have a relaxing day at home. But I want you to sleep. I haven't seen you this sick … well, ever."

"I haven't felt this bad … ever," Blaine admitted.

Kurt gave him an encouraging smile. "Sleep my love. When you wake up I'll have soup and tea and movies ready for you."

Blaine smiled then watched his husband – you are going to divorce Kurt – walk out of the bedroom. He again became utterly distraught. He turned over and pressed his face into the pillow – Kurt's pillow. He let his scent infiltrate his vulnerable heart. . He hugged it tightly and quietly cried himself to sleep.