AN: Hello, my wonderful readers! I am in a frickin awesome mood. After having several horrifying displays of homophobia aimed at me, my wonderful cousin made rainbow cupcakes and we had a glee/Angel marathon in which we sang along to both New Directions and the demons in Lorne's bar. The one that sings 'I'm So Excited' makes my heart just explode with overwhelming joy.

oh gosh...but yes this is the next chapter. I don't write the lyrics for songs in fics, because you're technically not supposed to, and I've seen reviews where people are all "I simply must report you for breaking the sacred rules of fanfiction dot net." I do not want to have this removed, as I am far too lazy to retype it all.

OH! and this has the glee club, but I added *subplot* and it ran away with me. So sex kitten Kurt will have to wait a chapter. I promise to make him wear a sexy outfit/costume or something. You can suggest what you want.

"Spanish, room 104," Finn read aloud, standing outside the Spanish room awkwardly. "So, I guess this is the place."

Blaine nodded, taking my hand and leading the way in, with Finn and Sam close behind us. The teacher, who was lecturing about how wearing a sombrero and fake mustache was not an appropriate way to present a project on Spanish culture, turned to look at us, confusion evident on his face.

"Um, can I help you?"

Blaine smiled politely, offering a hand.

"Hello Mr. Shuster. My name is Blaine Anderson, and this is Kurt Hummel, Sam Evans, and Finn Hudson. We would like to join McKinley's glee club, and Ms. Holiday said you were the man in charge."

Mr. Schuester's eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face.

"Are you boys serious? We're exsactly four members short! This is fantastic..."

Blaine grinned.

"Yes well, we were told you meet this period (the bell had rung while we were talking) so perhaps you could show us the way."

Mr. Schuester nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah, of course! It's right this way." He led us down the hall, asking awkward questions about 80s music (screw him by the way, because Madge can be seventy and preforming on one of those old-people scooters and still be better then Journey) and how we liked school. He pulled us into a classroom, clapping his hands together to garner the attention of the eight teens bickering in the room. "Alright guys, we're going to need to start getting down to bussiness, because we're actually getting a chance to compete this year, thanks to our four new members!" The teens (mostly girls) clapped, and some cheered. I recognized the Asian couple from Ms. Holiday's class, as well as the bitchy Latino and a boy in a wheel-chair who was in advanced math with Blaine and me. A short brunette girl raised her hand.

"Mr. Shuster, as much as I apreciate the effort in gathering recruits, shouldn't we see if they can sing first?"

The Latino shrugged.

"As much as I hate to say it, and trust me, I really do, Rachel's right. How do we know these guys won't just embarass us on stage." The shorter of the two blonde cheerleaders raised an eyebrow at us, before turning to Mr. Schuester.

"Why don't they audition?" she asked, looking directly at Blaine with fucking bedroom eyes. Oh hell no, she can perve on Sam and Finn all she wants, but Blaine is mine. I looked around, noticing that the short girl (Rachel, I suppose) was also oogling my man. I glared at her, since she seemed less likely to be high on the social ladder then the cheerleader. She noticed, and glared right back, before continuing to stare at my boyfriend. Blaine seemed to notice what was going on, and sent me a smirk, before stepping forward.

"That's fair enough. I'll go first." He walked to the center of the room, and scanned the girls. "Do I have any requests?"

The other blonde cheerleader raised her hand.

"Can you do My Headband? It's my favorite song."

Well, it's certainly a good thing Blaine can hide his emotions...He smiled kindly at her.

"I'm afraid I don't know that one." He turned to Rachel, and I took note af a rather mischevious glint in his eyes. This can't go well...

He smiled at her.

"Do you have any suggestions? You seem to be really into this show chior stuff."

She immediately presented him with an enormous smile. (It was really quite unnerving.)

"Yes, well, I'm a bit of a broadway girl myself, so anything from a classic musical would work well."

His smile widened, and he turned to grin at me.

"Why, Kurt! Broadway's your favorite genera! You simply must sing with me."

I smirked. Rachel looked confused, and I noticed Santana, Mike and Tina trying to muffle laughter.

"Of course Blaine." I smiled sweetly. "What did you have in mind?"

He grinned.

"Well, what's the best musical from the bast decade?"

"Wicked," Finn, Sam and I all answered simaltaneously. I raised an eybrow at them. Sam shrugged.

"We figured that would be your answer, seeing as you drag us all to New York whenever Idina and Kristen do their 'one night only reprise' shows."

It's true. We actually have an apartment in New York that Blaine was practically forced to buy in 2003.

"Yes, I over-indulge him. Now, what's the best duet in said musical?"

Finn furrowed his eyebrows.

"What Is This Feeling?"

Sam shook his head, clearly dissapointed.

"No, Finn. It's totally For Good."

I sighed. They can be so tragically clueless. I looked to Blaine, who was staring at them as though he couldn't decide if he should say something to alert them of their stupidity. He must have realized that throwing sharp objects at their heads would make a bad impression on our soon-to-be followers, so he just shook his head.

"It's As Long As Your Mine." He smiled at me charmingly. "Be the Elphaba to my Fiyero?"

Sweet Armani, I'm allowing myself to be wooed through Broadway references.

"Of course," I answered softly, being sure to look at him through my eyelashes. He likes it when I do that.

"Excellent."

I walked out of the glee room laughing along with my boys and our new friends, Mike, Tina, Santana, Quinn, Brittney, Artie and Mercedes. (That Rachel girl had stormed out after Blaine kissed me when our song came to an end, much to our mutual amusement.) Tina smiled shyly at me.

"Wow, Kurt, you have the best voice. It's so high, but you can tell it's a man singing. Like Adam Lambert."

I smiled back at her.

"Thank you, Tina. I do pride myself on my voice, though it has nothing on Blaine's. I'm so lucky he's my boyfriend." I kissed his cheek, and he and I shared a smirk when all of the girls (minus Santana) awwed. Yeah, we've so got this glee club eating out of our hands. Blaine halted, leaning against the lockers and waiting patiently for me to retrieve whatever books Thad would need for doing my homework. Mercedes sighed.

"Blaine's the lucky one. I would kill to have you for a boyfriend Kurt. It's like having my own personal Joan Rivers, but sexier."

Blaine laughed.

"You know, I never thought of it like that, but it's pretty accurate."

I smacked his arm playfully, and he grabbed me around the waist, kissing me deeply.

"That's so hot."

We broke apart to look at Brittney in amusement, and also noticed Tina's mouth hanging open and Mercedes fanning herself. Santana just smirked at us. (Quinn was too busy making eyes at Sam to notice what was going on with the rest of us. That's good, he needs someone who won't dump him when she gets wind of her ex's where-abouts to run off and try to rid the guy of his soul.)

Blaine grinned at me, before looking at his watch and sighing. He turned to adress the group.

"We should get going. I have so much paperwork to fill out, what with the new branch and all."

Mike furrowed his eyebrows.

"New branch of what?"

Blaine grinned.

"Of Wolfram and Hart.* It's a law firm my family's been involved with since the eighteenth century. Ever since my parent's death I've been in line to lead a new branch, and now that I'm seventeen going on eighteen the big shots in L.A. have decided I'll be able to co-run the new branch in Westerville. Once everything gets settled I should rarely be there when it's not the weekend, but for now..." he trailed off with a shrug.

All of the surrounding teenagers were staring at him in shock. Santana raised an eyebrow.

"Just how loaded are you?"

Blaine shifted with feighned uncomfort.

"Pretty loaded, I suppose."

Finn nodded.

"Yeah, he spent like a million freaking dollars on our house because he wanted his and Kurt's room to be as far away from everything else as possible."

"You guys all live together in a mansion?" asked Tina with awe.

"That's the story behind my favorite movie," said Brittney in that monotone I have quickly come to recognize as natural for her. Everyone just ignored the comment.

"You and Kurt share a room?" asked Santana in a suggestive voice. "Wanky."

Blaine chuckled slightly, tightening his hold on me.

"Wanky indeed."

I laughed along with everyone else, but silenced when a couple of jocks, the same from earlier, walked by, sending us dirty looks. Blaine noticed my silence, and his hold on me instantly became morre possessive when he saw the looks they were sending us.

"Do you gentlemen have a problem?" he asked, with a slight edge to his voice, though his body was completely relaxed behind me. They scoffed at him.

"Yeah actually. We don't like having you homosexual freaks barge into our school. Nobody wants to watch two guys make out. It's against God."

"So is judging others," said Mercedes sternly. They just looked at her, before shrugging and walking off.

"Whatever, just keep your faginess away from us."

Blaine was probally agonized, seeing as punching one of them wasn't something that would help keep our new friends. He just clenched his jaw and looked at me.

"We really do need to get going."

I nodded, calling out to Finn and Sam, who were both invested in flexing for the girls. The four of us left the school, and Finn and Sam headed home, while I insisted I go to Westerville with Blaine. I'll be damned (ignore the fact that I kinda am already) if I allow Blaine to run off and pursue corperate intrests while I sit at home like a little house-husband. I'm submissive, not unequal.

About ten minutes outside of Westerville, Blaine turned to me with a frown.

"What exsactly are you going to do at the office? We aren't going to get home until late, and I doubt I'll be much fun while we're here."

I pet his knee patronizingly.

"Oh Blaine, I'm sure I'll figure out something."

Blaine sighed.

"Just try not to get in to too much trouble, okay baby?"

I smiffed, sticking my nose in the air.

"I'm offended, Mr. Anderson. I am anything but a trouble-maker."

Ok, it totally wasn't my fault. I was exploring the office, you see, and ran in to this simply darling Youcroth Demon who had keys to practically every room in the whole building. Wolfram and Hart is a freaking skyscraper, and I was bored. So, I got him to show me all of the really cool rooms. (Blaine never has to find out that I asked him while picking up a pencil I'd 'dropped'.)

Here's the thing about Wolfram and Hart. It's not just a huge corperate lawfirm, it's a huge, demon-run corperate lawfirm. Needless to say, most of the people/things working here aren't very nice. I had ditched the Youcroth only about twenty minutes before I stumbled upon the best thing ever: the file room.

So, usually file rooms aren't very interesting, but this was different. These aren't going to be cases of unpaid traffic tickets. These are all going to be about murder, and high-profile robberies, and prophicies. These are interesting.

Even more interesting than the case files, however, are the employee profiles. Blaine's never been one for sharing his past. He usually just mumbles something cryptic whenever I ask, despite the fact that he knows almost everything about me.

So really, this is just evening the score. Did you know he was in both World Wars? I totally didn't know that he could even fly planes...(he was in the Air Force, that's really dreamy) He was enlisted with Great Britian both times, I assume because he didn't want to hurt children. Either that or because he didn't want to help murder so many gays.

"Hey!"

Damn. I turned to see a couple of guards holding swords. Swords, really? I thought Wolfram and Hart was supposed to be evil done modern. Not that a gun would really do much to stop me, but it would hurt. Alot. And holy crap Blaine would be so pissed if they shot me, it'd be hilarious...

"Hands up!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, only my boyfriend can tell me to do that and it actually happen." I made a bit of a disgusted face. "Thankfully, neither of you are him."

They seemed a bit taken aback. They must be new to the whole 'dealing with evil people' thing. There's alot of one-liners and rudness in the world of darkness...

"Who...who's your boyfriend?"

"Blaine Anderson." I was looking at my nails casually as I said that, but I assume they made astonished faces, as they gasped rather dramatically. I looked up with a small smile. "You wouldn't mind taking me to him, would you? I've been looking for him forever."

And that's how I found myself standing outside Blaine's conference room ten minutes later, listening patiently for a good time to make an entrence. I listened with boredom as some guy with a seriously monotone voice droned on and on about how 'everything within the branch is running smoothly, Mr. Anderson' and 'there is nothing to worry about' and that 'everything is in tip-top shape...'

I rolled my eyes, opening the door and stepping in.

"Everything except your security." I pulled the two guards that had led me here in to the room, sighing heavily. "These two caught me in your records room and didn't even try to kill me."

The monotone voice guy glared at me icily.

"And who are you?" he asked. I smiled sweetly.

"Evan Hudson."

He smiled without mirth. Ohhhh, I don't like him.

"And just how did you get in this room, Mr. Hudson?"

I laughed lightly. Damn, this guy was stupid. I jangled the keys I got off that Youcroth demon.

"One of you janitors gave me their keys."

He turned to Blaine.

"Mr. Anderson, I assure you, this," he looked at me in disgust, "whatever it is, has somehow planned this in advance. There is no way anyone could just walk in here, get acess to keys and files, and not be destroyed almost immediately."

Blaine looked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Really? Because Kurt and I just got here about an hour ago, and he's managed to."

The man's face was blank.

"Who's Kurt?"

Blaine gestured to me, and the man slowly turned back around to me. I waved slightly.

"Hi."

His face started turning red, and I smirked to see how angry he was. He seems like the type to abuse verbally.

"I assure the board, this little faggy-"

That was as far as he got. Blaine had risen from his seat around the time he began speaking, and now had him pressed against the wall with a hand on his throat. I smiled, noticing his face had changed.

"Don't. Don't even think about talking to him like that," he growled, tightening his hold on the man's throat.

Four hours later, when I was retelling the events at Wolfram and Heart to a highly amused Finn and Sam.

"Dude, Blaine really super-stapled the guy's corpse to the door of the employee lounge?" Finn asked in amazement. "That's hilarious!"

I laughed along with Finn and Sam, but stopped in the middle to yell indignantly as Blaine came up and slung me over his shoulder.

"Blaine," I whined between laughs, "put me down!"

"I think not," he said, moving towards the stairs. "I'm going to bed, and you're coming with me. I simply thought it would be easier to carry you than to try and tell you to end any type of conversation."

I gasped indignantly.

"That's such a lie!"

He shrugged.

"It wouldn't be if you stopped squirming. I swear, are you doing that on purpose?"

I wiggled more, just to be obnoxious. He pulled me off of him by the hem of my shirt, and I soon found myself pinned to the wall.

"You're so bad," he said with amusement, cupping my face to kiss me. I grinned.

"I know." I pouted at him. "You still love me anyway though, don't you?"

Blaine smiled.

"I love you all the more because of it."

We had only been kissing for a few moments when Finn and Sam finally decided to stop laughing.

Then Finn had to open his damn mouth.

"Man, if that's what Blaine does to a guy who just called Kurt a name, imagine what he'll do to those guys who threw those slushies on him!"

I tensed, and felt Blaine tense against me as well. He pulled away slowly, and I could tell he was trying very hard not to yell.

"What the hell is Finn talking about?"

I head a very distinct 'fuck' come from Sam's general direction.

AN: I like how Blaine and Kurt just shift from being a cutesy couple to being dangerous sadists and then back again:) It amuses me so much.

But for those of you unfamiliar with Angel, (the Buffy spin-off) that's where I got the concept of Wolfram and Hart: Evil Inc.

I'm not using any characters from the show, but they live in that world, and Blaine's a big-wig in the evil industry. And everyone who's anyone in the evil industry has connections to Wolfram and Hart.

Yes, anyway, you should all review. Just saying.