Ok gonna be honest, this story is going a bit of a different direction than I thought it would. It's also not nearly as long as I wanted. It will be over faster than I thought it would too. I don't own anyone or anything in this story that you recognize.

Thank you Meg, for helping me with his chapter. *heart*

Blaine had his hands clinging to Kurt's arm as he grinned up at him,

"I have the most talented, beautiful, incredible, sweetest husband ever." Kurt rolled his eyes, but giggled happily

"And I have the corniest, cheesiest, dorkiest," Kurt kissed his lips quickly, "most romantic husband ever." Blaine clapped his hands childishly, causing Kurt to laugh again. Blaine decided that was officially his favorite sound in the entire world, especially if he was the cause for it. Previews had started for the play and so far Kurt and the play had gotten only rave reviews. Blaine had seen the play before, as he always insisted on going with Kurt to rehearsal, but there was something different when Kurt knew he was performing for an audience. It was as if he was brighter than the spotlight that was on him. It was nearly midnight now that the play and everything was over for the day, and they were heading out for a bite to eat at their favorite restaurant.

Since the rainy day in the park Kurt felt like he was once again a teenager in love with his first love. He had always loved Blaine more than he thought possible, but after ten years the puppy love had faded, but now it was like he was being reminded of every little thing that had caused Kurt to fall in love with Blaine in the first place. Blaine, though he still stayed as close to he could to Kurt, was no longer clinging out of fear or discomfort, but more of just the physical need and want to be as close to his partner as possible. He didn't know whether the love he felt for Kurt was the love he'd felt when he was mentally 26 or not. He decided it probably wasn't, as much as he loved Kurt there were things that they had gone through to together that Blaine couldn't remember that would have made their love completely impenetrable. But as Kurt smiled sweetly at him and Blaine's heart sped up and his stomach flipped over, he made up his mind that it didn't matter, he was in love with this man, and time or mental age, had no effect on it.

"You know what we could do," Kurt suggested, bringing Blaine out of his thoughts, "We could get dinner to go and go home and snuggle on the couch and eat it." Blaine knew Kurt had to be exhausted, Blaine didn't know how he hadn't collapsed. Between rehearsals and previews, worrying about Blaine, worrying about what the press would be saying about Blaine, keeping Blaine's boss happy with updates, Kurt had little to no time to truly take care of himself.

"Yeah, that sounds good," Blaine agreed, snuggling with Kurt was one of his favorite past times. Kurt smiled and linked their fingers together, bringing them to his lips and kissing Blaine's softly. Blaine blushed like a fourteen year old on a date, but Kurt didn't call him out on it, he merely smiled at him and walked a little closer to his partner.

Blaine had been asking more questions about their lives together, more everyday questions. Like what time did Blaine have to get up for work, what was his favorite part of his job, why did they still live in the same apartment they'd bought where they couldn't afford better as they could now. And Kurt answered every question honestly and would offer some information of his own. Well there was one thing that Kurt hadn't told Blaine that his husband used to call him, something that was only between them, and hadn't started until they had moved into their apartment in New York together. He'd kept it a secret because he knew if Blaine called him that, then his husband was back. Even if it was ridiculous to think that, that would be the thing that cause Kurt to realize it, but he knew he couldn't have fourteen year old Blaine call him that, it would hurt too much.

"You want the pasta rustica?" Kurt asked as the restaurant came into view. Blaine nodded as he looked around, there weren't very many people on the streets, just a few out for a late dinner or like Kurt getting off work.

"I think I'm going to hang out, out here, while you go inside," Blaine stated. Kurt looked at him slightly surprised, Blaine had gotten better about not going everywhere with Kurt, but this was a bit of a step.

"Okay," Kurt smiled, "I'll just be a few minutes," Blaine nodded and gave Kurt's hand an extra squeeze before he pulled away and went inside. Blaine sighed, he loved this city, he couldn't imagine living his life anywhere else. Though that could possibly be because he'd never lived anywhere else other than Lima, but still, there was a life and energy to New York that left Blaine tingling. He walked a little ways from the restaurant so that it was still in view, but he was no longer right outside it.

"Hey there, gorgeous," a voice cooed. At first Blaine ignored it, because how could they possibly mean him. But then there was a man next to him, looking at him like he was a slab of meat, waiting to be devoured.

"Are you talking to me?" Blaine asked,

"I don't see anyone else around here as sexy as you." Another guy came up to him and Blaine's heart quickened as he realized they were larger than him, which was hard to do but, he knew there was no way he could get away from them if he needed to.

"Oh-um..." Blaine looked up at them, they were attractive, tall, one had brown eyes and the other had green. "Thanks, but I'm actually taken," he said, expecting that to be enough to deter his unwanted suitors. Instead they just chuckled, it wasn't mean or dangerous sounding, they just sounded amused.

"That's the oldest line I've ever heard," the first one replied. "I'm Mark," he smiled, and it was a nice smile.

"I'm Tony," neither of them seemed like they would hurt him, but he could smell alcohol on them, and he knew that was never a good thing.

"I'm not trying to be rude, but I really am taken, my husband has just gone inside Joe's to us dinner, so if you'll excuse me," Blaine started to walk away when a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back, his body hitting against the wall. The force and now fear, caused him to release a cry,

"Now you don't have to be an ass about it, we aren't going to hurt you," Mark said. Blaine scoffed, unwilling to let the two men see how scared he truly was,

"Yeah, because pulling me back and slamming me into a wall didn't hurt." Tony actually looked guilty at that but he still continued,

"Sorry, it's just we don't see guys like you everyday, and we were looking for a good time." Suddenly the smell of alcohol was overwhelming as Tony got right into his face. "So what do you say, handsome, you up for a threesome, we live just down the street." Suddenly there were hands, hands brushing against him in places that not even Kurt had touched him yet. He let out a whimper that they must have taken as a good thing as two more hands joined and started rubbing up and down his chest. No, no, no this couldn't be happening, he didn't want this. Where was Kurt? He wanted Kurt.

"Please," he breathed and once again their drunk or at least buzzed minds took that as a good 'please' and then there was hot breath on his neck and his eyes filled with tears, couldn't they see that he didn't want this.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM!" Another voice hit him and as he focused on what was happening Kurt was now pushing his way in between him and the two men, pushing Mark so hard that he launched him backwards and he barely managed to stay on his feet. Suddenly an image flashed in his mind Kurt was much younger, wearing a blue coat and a scarf, and then there was a guy pushing Blaine backwards, he was much bigger and was wearing a red and white letterman's jacket. Fear rose in Blaine's stomach but it wasn't anywhere near the fear he'd just felt. But then Kurt was once again between them, shoving the bigger boy back with force that he hadn't expected.

"You have to stop this!" Kurt yelled, panting slightly as he stood protectively in front of Blaine. He didn't know how he knew, but he knew this boy was Kurt's bully, he knew that he had kissed him, he knew that Kurt was scared of him.

"Blaine!" Kurt was in front of him, his eyes wide with panic, grabbing both sides of his face. "Blaine, are you okay? Talk to me," he begged. Blaine blinked several times before looking at Kurt who sighed in relief, "Oh thank God, I thought you'd check out for a minute there." Blaine studied him for moment before speaking,

"Who is Karofsky?" Kurt snapped his head back to him, his eyes even wider than before.

"W-what?"

Please review! And teaser for next chapter: Kurt drinks a little bit too much. xoxo to all my readers