AN: Some future Klaine. Hope you enjoy. Inspired by lyrics from "The Glory Of Love" by Peter Cetera/Chicago/New Found Glory
"Are one of those for me, handsome."
The leering voice made my blood run cold. I was aware of someone standing close behind me and the voice most definitely did not belong to Blaine. Turning my head slowly, I found a guy about three inches taller than me and built like a linebacker standing behind me with a leering grin.
"No. I'm here with someone," I managed to say, well aware that my voice was a slightly higher pitch than normal.
"Doesn't mean you can't go home with someone else," the stranger countered.
"I don't think so," I told him, turning back to the two drinks I had just paid for. Reaching out I grasped both glasses, hoping the stranger would take the hint and move on to other pray.
Turning from the bar, I found that was not the case. The man was still standing there, blocking my way. As he started to lean in to kiss me I tried to figure out the consequences of throwing one of the drinks I held into the guy's face. Would it give me enough time to slip away?
The question turned out to be moot though as someone tapped the guy on the shoulder. As the stranger turned I saw that Blaine had joined us.
"I do believe the gentleman said he wasn't interested," Blaine said.
The stranger gave a short laugh. "What's it to you?"
"I don't like people hitting on my fiancé."
The stranger laughed again. "You think you can do something about it."
"Yeah, I think I can," Blaine replied, standing tall against the bigger guy.
As proud as I was of him right then I was also scared that he was going to get hurt.
"Blaine, let's just go," I told him, hoping to avoid a fight.
"Yeah, Blaine, why don't you just go before I make you cry like your boyfriend is about to do."
"You going to make me," was Blaine's reply.
The next thing I knew, Blaine was blocking a punch from the stranger before landing an upper cut of his own. Reaching out, Blaine grabbed my hand and started leading me away from the bar. I threw a glance over my shoulder, afraid the guy would be following us, but instead the stranger was leaning against the bar rubbing his chin. Turning away again, I followed my hero out of the bar and into the New York City night.