'I'm in a tour Buuss, I'm in a tour buuss.' Steph was singing as she danced through the compartments on Kurt luxurious travel companion.

He had spent a while explaining to Steph how, yes, he did have more than one, and that no he wouldn't drive it everywhere, he had one awaiting him in each state he flew too, and yes she could ride in this one, and yes, she could even sleep on it, but no, she couldn't touch that or...that! would happen. And no, red wine does not come out of white silk easily, and yes, if she thinks having her head connected to her body seems like a good idea, then she will step out of the kitchen.

'Kurt, what's it like living on a bus? ' She asked, sticking to her sing song voice, and grinning like a drugged up hippie, subtly skipping discussion of the wine incident.

'Boring, to be honest. There isn't much too do, bar watch TV or listen to music. When were driving you can't move around a lot, and when we stop we have very little time to spend here as we are rushing to the shows. It's no holiday.'

Steph just giggled, 'Well...I could always come and join you, take the boring edge off. You know, throw some of my awesomeness into the mix...eh?'

'Hmm, how about no.' Blaine snorted as his friends face fell. 'Think about poor Wes.' Blaine reasoned. 'You can't leave him alone all this time, he would go mad, and start hunting down people with his gavel. Besides, I can't imagine how jealous he would get, knowing you could be off with some other men behind his back.'

'But you and Kurt-' She started

'Are Gay.' Blaine finished, laughing a little at Steph's expression of discontentment 'Yes, and he knows neither of us will be rushing out to steal you from him.'

'Yeah, but I'm not exactly gonna be running round with anyone else at this show thing. Besides, it fashion, all the guys who go there will be gay anyway-'

'Hey.' Kurt called from round the door, where he was standing in the kitchen, fixing the group (Blaine , Steph and himself, as Mel made business calls elsewhere) some drinks. 'Not everyone there is gay.'

'No?' Steph said, unconvinced.

'No.' Kurt said, emerging with their drinks. They gave him a quiet thanks and took the glasses slowly sipping the sparkling concoction within.

'Not everyone there is gay. I mean, yeah...quite a lot of people there will be, but...well girls sometimes bring their boyfriends to the shows...or brothers...' He trailed up, knowing full well that a lot of people who came to his shows were just there to ogle the models in their stunning (and tight) clothing, which meant yes, the majority of male viewers were gay...and tried to hit on him...(bad memories)

As if by fate, Mel marched into the bus, with her phone in her palm, grinning like a Cheshire cat and thus ending the previous discussion.

'I come bearing joyous greetings.' She chirped as three faces spun to face her.

'Thank you. I've been trying to convince this uneducated Walmart reject that all my fans aren't all gay.'

'Harsh.' Steph hissed under her breath.

'But they ARE all- Oh, right, yeah sorry.' Kurt's stare was slowly slicing its way through her neck, at Mel was sure that the headless look was most certainly not in style.

'Anyway, I err... come with good news, as I said.' She finished, slightly flushed.

'That's right, change the subject like a good girl.' Kurt smirked.

Mel glared. 'Ok, so, here we go. As we have about, a day. Before we have to get this show on the road, I have set up your first public date.'

Blaine, Kurt, as well as Steph, were all intrigued.

'You two.' She said, gesturing to Kurt and Blaine. 'Have reservations in Tarentinos for 8 this evening. It's a 5 star Italian that all the 'big' stars are eating at these days, opened up a few months ago, some British chef, Gordon something, set it up after his retirement from showbiz cooking.'

Kurt hummed in appreciation.

'I've also tipped off a couple of papers that you will be there, and posted some alerts about, and photo's of Blaine on Tumblr and Twitter, so people can find out who he is. No use keeping them hanging if we want you publicised Blainers.'

Blaine nodded as Mel fumbled in her bag in search of something. A few seconds later she pulled out a pair of pink sunglasses and a contrasting blue tie.

'You'll need to wear these.' She said, handing the two items carefully over to Blaine, who held them up to his face, taking in the smaller details.

There was a tiny indented canary on the side of the glasses, clearly Pavarotti, the tie however, wasn't one of Kurt's pieces, it was instead a different designer... either Armani or Gucci, though Blaine couldn't tell, as the insignia was obscured by a flashy price tag, which made Blaine wince.

'We need to give you 'a look'. ' She continued. 'These sunnies are one of Kurt here's newest pieces, they will suit you perfectly, and match your...boisterous personality.' She added with a snigger, earning a playful slap from the man in question.

'This tie, is Armani. As you find with many celebrities, if you wear a company's clothes enough, you can get endorsements from them. If we can score you one of these, then...' She stopped when she met Kurt's eye, who was giving her a slightly agitated look. 'Not...that err Pavarotti isn't enough...I just... ok we can skip the tie.' She snatched it back from Blaine and stuffed it back into the depths of her bag, much to Kurt's amusement.

'Ok.' Blaine muttered, rolling his eyes . 'So, err...what shall...we do in the meantime?' he questioned.

'Well.' Mel began, a glint returning to her eyes. 'Kurt here, needs to go down to his studio, to collect himself an outfit. I need to go find you another tie, and well you Blaine...I suggest you go around on some public transport. Because once we get this show on the road, you'll never step foot on the subway again.'

xXx

Kurt wondered the streets. His coat billowing in the breeze, leaves slapping against his legs as they were swept up in the wind.

He had spent at least 45 minutes finding the perfect ensemble of clothes. If he was making a comeback, it would have to be the best.

His outfit would go with Blaine's perfectly. He knew he would have to help Blaine out anyway, so had brought up some from the new collection, perfect for the smaller man.

The sun was beginning to set, and the air was muggy, the breeze doing nothing to dispel the dull heat the emanated from the surrounding buildings.

He strolled along, trying to keep his flailing coat close to his body, protecting the rest of him with the hamper of clothes in his arms. The streets seemed surprisingly empty for this early in the evening, with only the sounds of rustling trees and the gentle hum of traffic to keep one's self company.

The slow splutter of a dying bike engine added to the cacophony of sounds as Kurt continued down the street, humming the chorus line of Blaine's song lightly to himself.

He could hear quiet footsteps behind him, as people joined the street. The rolling of rubber wheels adding to the mixture. When suddenly, a loud voice broke the natural harmony.

'Hummel?' It was a deep voice, definitely belonging to a male, yet rough and croaky, sounding very sickly.

Kurt spun around to find the source of the sound, and saw two men, standing 20 or so feet behind him. Both dressed from head to toe in black leather, with some strange, flaming insignia emblazed on the collar. One man had a helmet clutched beneath his arm his shaven head visible as the light glinted from the tattooed snake, lurking down one side of his face., the other had his still present on his head, his arms dragging along a motorcycle.

'Your Hummel, ain't you.' The tattooed man called out again as he edged closer to Kurt.

Kurt began to start walking again, calling out over his shoulder in response. 'Depends who's asking'

Kurt began to pick up the pace, as the clatter of leather boots became louder.

'You won't care who's asking.' The man said again, drawing ever closer to Kurt, who was now walking as fast as he could, without looking suspicious.

'It is him.' The other man hissed, 'he matches the photo'

Kurt's heart rate rocketed, photo, what photo?

'Bull's-eye.' The first man replied. 'Oi Hummel, Fairy Boy. Get back here, we just wanna chat.'

'I'm a little busy.' Kurt chimed, his feet stumbling in his hurry to get away.

Suddenly a large hand came slamming down on his shoulder. It's weight stopping Kurt in his track and brining him close to a heart attack.

'Yeah, well we won't keep you.' The man without a helmet said, his eyes glinting menacingly.

'What do you want?' Kurt whimpered, as he gazed on in horror at the two men towering over him.

'We just came to give you a little warning.' The man said, feigning innocence. 'A buddy of ours tells us you have a date tonight.'

Kurt kept silent, searching the men's eyes for any signs of impending violence.

'We just came here to tell you that it better be with a girl.'

'Huh?' Kurt said, his eyes screwing up.

'Well, we don't want any more of you homo's polluting our lives.' The smaller of the two said, cracking his knuckles. 'So you better watch out, or who knows what'll happen to you.'

'Or your little lover boy.' The taller man, still clad in his helmet hissed.

Suddenly the loud roar of an engine rang out. Kurt jumped in shock and the two men laughed. The bike started up, and the bright headlamps illuminated the near empty street.

'Watch yourself Hummel.' The smaller, snake man hissed as he jumped onto the revving bike.

The helmet wearing man laughed even louder, and followed the other onto the bike, he revved the engine and sent Kurt a threatening smile, and a quick flick of the wrist across his throat, before slamming on the gas and leaving Kurt standing stock still in a cloud of dirty smoke.

xXx

Kurt was frozen in shock. It all happened so fast, he was almost convinced it was a dream, but the tyre tracks on the street said otherwise.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he staggered a little on his feet. What the hell was those guys problem?

What were they doing with a photo of him, and why were they so menacing? What were they planning, and why threaten him...and Blaine.

Oh God, Blaine. He needed to warn Blaine.

xXx

'We have a problem.' Kurt cried, as he ran into Blaine's room, tears glistening in his eyes.

Blaine was sitting on the bed, his legs crossed and his nose buried in an Abigail Bosanko novel.

'Huh?' Blaine questioned, before spinning round and seeing Kurt's distraught face. 'Oh Kurt, what happened.' He enquired, his tone softening immediately as he stumbled to his feet.

'Blaine. Listen to me. We have a problem, like really big, and you will probably hate me for saying this but I honestly think it's for the best now.' Conspicuously wiping at his eyes with an embroided handkerchief.

'Kurt. What is it?' Blaine said, taking a tentative, step towards the other man.

'You-nt-ell-orld-r-ay' Kurt snivelled, his eyes stinging.

Blaine sighed. 'Repeat. But this time in English and a speed us mere mortals can understand.'

'You can't tell the world your gay.' Kurt reiterated. Staring at Blaine to gage his reaction. To put it simply, Blaine's face dropped.

'...what?'

Kurt took a deep breath. 'Today...I...well let's just say I discovered that even celebrities can't get away from the gay taboo, and I think, that, if you really want this to work, maybe...I don't know, maybe pretended to be straight, or just...don't tell the world your gay. But you mustn't date me'

'You and I can still be best friends, you can perform in all my shows, and-' he continued.

'Kurt! stop' Blaine said, holding out his hands.

'You will still have your music career and if anything you'll be more popular.'

'Kurt!'

'I don't want to restrict you by-'

'Kurt!'

He half shouted over the man's incessant ramblings

'Huh, what? Sorry.'

'Kurt. Stop. I know what you're trying to say, and I respect that your trying to help me, but honestly, what good will it do, me not telling the world I'm gay.'

'You won't get slurred or insulted when people see you, you will be far more socially acceptable, and all the crazed fan girls will love you because they think they have a chance.' He said as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

'And who's to say by 'coming out' I won't acquire crazed fan boys eh?'

'Blaine' he said insistently. 'This is serious.'

'Kurt. What has happened to make you suddenly go back on yourself? You seemed so sure earlier. What has happened to you?'

'Blaine. Don't' He said, his eyes pleading silently. 'I- I just-'

'Kurt. Someone has clearly upset you. But I'm telling you now, you can't let them get to you.'

Kurt shook his head and stared down at his feet.

'Have Courage Kurt. I don't know what's happened, but don't let them change you, or your ideas. That's what they want. Don't let them succeed.'

'And I understand that part of this may be to help me, but I really don't think it will be that bad. I want to be true to myself, my music is about expressing myself, and I can't do that if I'm not myself, I could pretend, or act, or just not tell anyone, but I want the worlds to know me for me, and not just as a press ready singer. If they don't like me, then that's their own fault. And if they choose to hate on me, or you, or US, because of our sexuality, then mores the pity for them. They will miss out on one fantastic person.' He poked Kurt playfully. 'And his humble sidekick, who will have all the fun they only wish they could .'

'Come on Kurt. Don't back down? Please still go out with me. Pleeaase?' he widened his eyes beseechingly.

Look away Hummel, don't let him draw you in with the adorableness of the puppy dog eyes...look away...don't look into the ey- Ooh they're pretty, all hazel and shiny, those gold specks are so- No. Stop you can't- I could make a whole outfit from those colours- Stop! He's trying to make you change your mind...change my mind about what...I don't know...what was I thinking about...oh yeah, Blaine eyes, wait no that wasn't it...aaah!

'OK.' Kurt said dejectedly, as his mental war raged on.

'Good.' Blaine walked over until he was standing mere inches from Kurt. His hand came up to cup Kurt's cheek and his fingers gently caressed his jaw line. Blaine smiled, an affectionate grin gracing his features. Kurt found himself subconsciously leaning into the touch, as his heart did a little happy dance in his chest.

'Kurt. Don't worry about me. I will be fine, you however.' He hummed in thought. 'I expect a full explanation to this freak out during dinner,' Kurt nodded reluctantly. 'But in the mean time, we have a date to get ready for.'

Blaine leant in and wrapped his arms around the taller man in a tight embrace, with Kurt returned with only a slight hesitance.

'Come on' he whispered into Kurt's ear as his head rested on the man's shoulder. 'Let's go and have some fun. You deserve it.'

TBC...

A/N:This chapter is for squishierhugs who left quite possibly the lovliest review ever. A full AU love story, featuring her and my story's epic romance...literally made my day, so this is for you.