Oh this was a B*TCH to write! I'm sorry it's not as long as it could have been. Thank you so much for sticking with me. All my readers are beautiful and I love each and everyone of you. I don't own anyone you recognize.

AN: A review from The songbirds are singing brought it to my attention that Blaine didn't seem fourteen, but I've always thought Blaine had grown up kinda having to take care of himself, so he was a bit mature for his age anyway. I am working on that though. Thank you for that note Songbird!

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Blaine didn't know where he was running, he just knew he had to get away. Kurt wouldn't forgive him for this, there had been so many people there, and so many cameras. They still hadn't told the press why Blaine wasn't at work, now they would think it was because he had had a mental breakdown, and honestly, Blaine wasn't so sure they weren't right.

Kurt went to run after Blaine, but suddenly the reporters were all around him, yelling at him and taking his picture. Mackie was trying to pull him back towards the theater but Kurt pulled harder in the other direction,

"Blaine," Kurt turned to her, "I have to go find Blaine." Henry was nowhere to be seen, but Kurt just figured he'd either been dragged inside or had crawled away, and Kurt didn't care either way.

"Is that why Blaine hasn't been working or out in public much? Is he in the middle of a psychotic episode?"

"Does Blaine take medication now?"

"Has he shown any other violent tendencies?"

"Are you considering divorce?"

"Is hospitalization an option?" Kurt glared at the last reporter,

"Henry Gallanger grabbed me inappropriately and my HUSBAND was protecting me, so if you don't mind, get out of my way!" Kurt shoved his way past the reporters, he would be forever be grateful to Mackie for her part as she calmed down the fans who were glaring and fussing at the reporters and the last thing Kurt needed after all of this would be for a riot or something. He couldn't deny that he felt a certain happiness that his fans were on Blaine's side.

He could only imagine what was going through Blaine's mind, He wondered if he thought that he had embarrassed Kurt, or if Kurt was mad at him. Quite the opposite actually, he was proud of him doing something without thinking, without truly considering the consequences. And there would be consequences, those Kurt didn't really want to think about. George would go ballistic, Michael would be upset, though he wouldn't punish Kurt for it. Part of him panic, because he knew exactly where his Blaine would gone, well correction, his Blaine wouldn't have run away, Blaine would have stood his ground and yelled at Henry once he'd gotten done kicking his ass. But now he didn't know where a scared, embarrassed and probably ashamed Blaine would run to. He wouldn't go back to the apartment, especially if he thought Kurt was upset with him, and he didn't know the city well enough to go any of their "special places". Then it hit him, instinct would probably take over and Blaine would just run, and if Kurt knew Blaine at all, he knew there was only one place Blaine, fourteen year old or not, would run to.

Blaine was panting nearly to the point of hyperventilating by the time he came to a stop. He looked around trying to find out where it was, it only took him a moment to figure out he had run to central park, and more specifically the Balto statue. He stared at the bronze statue and calmed slightly, there was something about this place, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. Dedicated to the indomitable spirit of the sled dogs that relayed antitoxin six hundred miles over rough ice, across treacherous waters, through Arctic blizzards from Nenana to the relief of stricken Nome in the winter of 1925.

Endurance- Fidelity- Intelligence

He reached out and touched the statue and suddenly another memory hit.

Kurt and Blaine sat on the bench in front of the statue, their hands linked as they talked like they had all the time in the world.

"Do you ever sometimes think that our life is completely perfect?" Blaine asked, almost dreamily. Kurt laughed affectionately at him,

"You only say that because we just got back from our honeymoon and your still love drunk."

"What and you're not?" Kurt smiled softly, and Blaine could see the sadness in his eyes, "Kurt?" He used the hand that was not attached to Kurt to cup his cheek, "What's wrong, Angel? What ever it is we'll get through it together," Kurt looked at him lovingly and kissed him quickly, they were in a crowded public park after all.

"Brandon called me today," Kurt admitted, Brandon was the producer of the play Kurt had been workshopping for the past ten months. "They've decided to go with another actor," Blaine's heart broke for Kurt as he knew this was one of Kurt's real Broadway opportunities out of college. "It's not like I expected to get it, I'm one year out of college, it's just... I really wanted it." Kurt whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't know what we'll do about bills, I'll get a job as soon as I can, I promise." Blaine shushed him gently,

"Don't worry about the money, okay." He kissed Kurt's hand, loving his husband more every second. "We'll figure something out, we always do." Kurt forced a smile and Blaine could tell he still felt awful about losing the job. "Kurt, if we were beggars I would love you. If we were..." Suddenly Blaine paused, grinning before kneeling in front of Kurt. "Together at last, together forever," he began to sing and Kurt sat up straighter and tried to pull away from Blaine's grip, but Blaine just took the other hand too.

"What are you doing?" He looked around frantically for people who maybe watching.

"We're tying a knot, they never can sever," Blaine started to get a bit louder and Kurt blushed bright red.

"Oh God, please let this just be a nightmare, please," Kurt begged the sky.

"I don't need sunshine now to turn my skies to blue, I don't need anything but you."

"I'm going to strangle you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt growled, Blaine shook his head,

"Ah, it's Blaine Anderson-Hummel now." Kurt rolled his eyes, but Blaine saw the pleased flush in Kurt's cheeks. "You've wrapped me around, that cute little finger," Blaine demonstrated by wrapping his pinky around Kurt's pinky finger. "You've made life a song, you've made me the singer," Kurt shook his head,

"You're a ham."

And what's that's bathroom tune you always bu-bu-booo,"

"Bu-bu-bu," Kurt finished, sighing as he knew he couldn't get out of it.

"Anything but you," Blaine beamed as he realized he'd won.

"This morning was plain awful," Kurt half spoke half sung, looking around once more in case they had an audience, they still didn't.

"You can say that again," Blaine beamed.

"That call was plain awful," Kurt sung now, though he kept his voice low and his eyes were darting around.

"But that's," Blaine sung,

"Not now," Kurt giggled as Blaine hopped up and stood behind the bench, his head next to Kurt's, kissing his cheek as they sang together,

"That's then."

"I'm poor as a mouse," Kurt sang, his voice getting a little louder as he got more into the song and the situation.

"I'm richer than Midas," Blaine sang, switching to Kurt's other side.

"Oh really, how come you never told me that," Kurt teased, laughing now,

"But nothing on earth, could ever divide us," Blaine came back around to the front of the bench and pulled Kurt to his feet and spinning him around.

"Okay, too far, this is taking it too far," Kurt claimed, but as Blaine spun him out he spread his arm for flare.

"And if tomorrow I'm an apple seller too," Blaine sang. "I don't need anything but you. Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt softly, We're two of a kind,"

"The happiest pair now," Kurt broke in, smiling and doing several dance steps.

"Like Fred and Adelle, we're walking on air now," they had spent so much time in the car and around the house and now apartment singing together, they fell into it effortlessly and it appeared as if they'd been practicing for months.

"And what's the title of a dream that's just come true?" Kurt sang, twirling gracefully as Blaine held his hand.

"I don't need anything,"

"Anything,"

"Anything," Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms as they sung the last part together,

"I don't need anything but youuuuuuu."

"Oh thank God!" Kurt's voice broke him out of his memory and back into the reality that he may have cost Kurt his job. Kurt didn't seem angry, just worried and caring, as always. "I was so scared when you ran off, are you okay?" Blaine blinked rapidly as he looked at Kurt more closely, he looked conflicted as to whether to touch him or not. "Henry didn't hit you did he?" Blaine blinked rapidly in confusion, he was the one that had been on top of Kurt's co-star, punching him over and over and he was asking if he was okay? Kurt tentatively cupped his cheek with his hand, checking his face for injuries, when he was assured that there were none he reached down and grabbed Blaine's knuckles, which were cut and bloody, he hadn't noticed. "Mmm, memory or not you sure know how to knock 'em out, Ali," Kurt appeared to be trying to hide a grin. "Does your hand hurt?" he asked, touching the cuts delicately, Blaine was watching Kurt's face, which was looking at the hands.

"How can you be so calm?" Blaine asked, "How are you not angry at me?" Kurt shook his head, "The backlash is going to be terrible! You could be fired! Those reporters saw everything and- and-"

"Henry had it coming, if it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else," Kurt smiled softly.

"You could be fired," Blaine repeated, obviously Kurt hadn't heard him the first time.

"Yes, maybe, but I don't think Michael is going to fire me for something you did," he claimed, kissing Blaine's cheek quickly. "Let's go home," he suggested, "Get your hands cleaned up." Blaine pulled away,

"They'll be outside out apartment by now." Kurt sighed softly,

"Nah, the audience at stage door seemed pretty determined that they leave us alone."

"What, so some fan-girls are enough to keep the media from banging on our door?" Blaine asked, rolling his eyes, Kurt laughed,

"You don't know the power of fan-girls, they get shit done." Blaine looked at Kurt for a moment before looking back at the Balto statue, Endurance, Fidelity, Intelligence, maybe that's why Blaine was so drawn to the bronze dog, he had everything Blaine thought good in a person. He looked back at Kurt, who was the person who had all three attributes.

"Yeah all right," Blaine agreed, smiled slightly when Kurt smiled at him and held out his hand. As they headed out of the park, Kurt nudged Blaine gently,

"Tough guy." Blaine blushed and ducked his head,

"No, not really, more like crazy psycho." Kurt chuckled,

"I thought it was great, you going all possessive." Blaine suddenly stopped, pulling Kurt back, he stumbled slightly but caught himself easily.

"I don't know why or how; I don't know where we kissed for the first time, I don't remember our wedding, I don't remember stupid fights we've have, I don't remember the making up. I don't know you're greatest fear, I don't remember what the quickest way to get you to forgive me is, I don't remember our first Christmas, I don't remember your favorite color, but I know." Kurt blinked quickly as Blaine bit his lower lip before continuing, "I know that you are mine, and I won't let anyone else have you. I know that you always have been and always will be mine, and it's not something that is in my mind or memory, it's a soul thing." Kurt let out a suddenly laugh at that,

"And here I thought it was college that turned you into a hippy," Blaine blushed but Kurt beamed and kissed his lips lightly. "It's purple," Blaine looked at him confused, so Kurt smiled at him, "My favorite color is purple." It didn't matter that Blaine had possibly ruined their lives and his own reputation, as Kurt wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder and they headed back to their home, he was with the only person whose opinion mattered, as it should be.

Okay next chapter will be far more interesting as the next chapter will be the backlash! And this story won't be much longer! Bringing it to a close soon. xoxoxo to all my lovely readers. Please review!