Little author notes about so much.

Ownership Disclaimer: Glee? Oh come on, not mine. There is a **snippet borrow from A Change In The Weather by cacophonylights.

And: I'd be tickled pink if you like my words. Please review? It's really important for personal growth and to show the Glee Gods that I'm worth listening to. (tell you more at the end of this chapter)

Warning: This is slight angst, Klaine moosh, relationship intense, Bad Boy Blaine!

Dedication: A little dedication to the guest reviewer of Chapter 17 of my Converting Kurt Hummel story. Klaine love to you, sweetie! And guest reviewing to Chapter 13, of same story, Mwah, love to you too!

~ S5 ep12, Cent ans/Cent'anni/Sata vuotta/Cien años ~

~ insert Klaine love heart ~

"But it isn't one hundred years. Blaine, you're being ridiculous, I'm talking about postponing our wedding for just three months."

Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist and drags him back on to the sofa. "Not so quick KurT!" If Kurt thought he had the upper hand in this argument, he was sorely wrong.

"Blaine, not now. NO!" Kurt tries to pull from the vice grip around him and slowly realizes how futile his attempt is becoming.

They squirm for dominance of their want of the situation.

Blaine wants to, needs to make out, he gets the upper hand. Through twists and turns he pins Kurt's arms above, forcing himself onto Kurt's complaining mouth. He forces his lower portions, evidence of necessity too. Eventually the kiss is received, and even returned. The passion of these headstrong moments of desire producing the required outcome….

Hours later, Blaine exists the steamy bathroom. Never turning the exhaust fan on and leaving soppy towels on the floor, certain to peeve Kurt and invite more argument.

He clips on his watch, lifts his foot to the end of the bed and does up one set of laces, swaps and does the other. He crawls over the messed up doona and kisses Kurt's forehead. Kurt stirs a little, and Blaine scoots back off the bed. Standing and watching, waiting with certainty that Kurt doesn't wake.

~ Klaine love heart ~

He opens their apartment door and is greeted by Elliott exiting the elevator. Blaine carefully closes the apartment door, behind him, shuT.

"Hi Blaine." A short statement with no malice intended, but also no real warmth.

"Hmmm, Good Morning Elliott. Isn't it a lovely day?" Sarcasm dripping off every letter from Blaine to him.

"It's four in the afternoon…" puzzled Elliott tries not to take the argumentative bait, again.

"Yes, well that may be, but after my ah, Bru..unCH, it's still morning for us." Blaine's face is just close enough to Elliott's, having staked his claim on KurT. As Blaine takes some fries from Elliott's open packet, he makes certain his engagement ring is noticed by Elliott's annoyed eyes.

"Elliott, when you wake KurT up, be sure to remind him that he needs more concealer."

They eye each other, a stand off that Elliott will never win. He's more than happy to yield to Blaine, with this subject.

This subject of KurT. Not even said as Kurt. Always the over pronunciation of the 'T' at the end. The spite, vindictive quality Blaine must add to his fiancé's name, when talking about him of or to Elliott.

Blaine nearly lost Kurt because of Sebastian, nearly lost him to Chandler, nearly lost him again because of his own stupidity with Eli. Not this time, not this friggin' time was anyone coming between them.

He'd let Kurt know exactly that he was wanted, loved. Kurt was the most important person, most important item in Blaine's life. Now and forever before, forever to come.

In Twilight speak, seeing as how Kitty had given him a copy of that first book and movie for his birthday, in Twilight speak, Blaine had imprinted on Kurt. And in Blaine's mind, he is the aggressive Jacob to Edward, when it comes to Bella. Only there's no way in Hell, Edward, um Elliott was winning this war.

They swap positions, Blaine standing inside the elevator, smile on his face as the door closes. Elliott standing in the hallway, back to the apartment door, watching as Blaine closes the door and hears the elevator descend.

Puzzled, shaking his head, Elliott turns around and looks at the apartment door. He knocks loudly and waits.

He waits some more and then pounds his fist. Kurt will be cleaning up as quickly as possible, after waking up with a certain panic.

"Hang on! I'm coming! I mean… I'll be c… HANG ON!" Crashing of tripping over items can be heard. "DAMN! BLAINE!" Can be heard even louder.

Elliott smiles and quietly laughs knowing that Kurt has probably caught his reflection in the mirror, and seen the hickeys left as a reminder card from Blaine.

~ more Klaine love hearts ~

Elliott occupies his time while Kurt showers, cleans up and gets ready for their night gig.

He calls to Kurt, "Didn't you have classes today?"

"YES! That's why I'm even more cross at Blaine." Changed and ready, as best he can, currently without a scarf, he sits down opposite Elliott who's on the sofa. The blasted sofa. Kurt blushes red and continues on, "He needs me, obviously. But, I, … I don't know how many classes I can keep missing out on. I'm going to have to see Carmen Tibideaux."

"You're going to need a turtle neck, Kurt." Elliott doesn't hide looking at the latest huge love bite. "And you're going to have to reign him in on those."

"Oh God, what am I going to do about him and these?" Kurt grabs at his neck, mortified, although he totally enjoyed every second of what they were doing. And honestly, getting love bites from Blaine, was pure, adorable, God to the Heaven's High bliss!

He picks up the photograph in the frame, that had fallen on the floor. Knocked over when he'd kicked his legs back during the assault from Blaine's beginning.

It's a photo of them at the beach. The first time Kurt had been to the beach. He'd gotten a little sun burn and a massive dose of sand in his ice-cream. Blaine had called on a favour of one of his fellow photography students, Jaxon. Kurt had felt like a celebrity.

But the inscription at the bottom of the photo, always burned, stung, hurt, choose your words, it took away the wonderful feeling, the Silver Box.

**"If you love something you hold onto it as tight as you fucking can, and you make damn sure it doesn't ever want to go."**

They were possessive words, poetic words. Kurt loved them and hated them, at the same time. It wasn't really something he could have imagined Blaine came up with on his own. He could imagine Sebastian saying them, more than Blaine.

Blaine was supposed to be confident, sweet, loving, security. These words were aggressive, ownership, still loving and security, but more possessive. In light of their amorous make outs, aggressive possessiveness is definitely how Kurt was feeling from Blaine. He wasn't complaining, just acknowledging.

And as the guilt ridden pool in his stomach made him feel ill, the pride from the same pool gave him a high. A high feeling that he adored and hated, simultaneously.

Conflicting emotions that threw him off knowing if engagement to marriage was going to have him questioning his decision.

~ more drippy Klaine love hearts ~

"Lady Hummel, Elliott. Rachel and I have returned." Santana's normal bitchy greeting for that time of the month.

"Hello Ladies." Fondness from Elliott. And a harrumph from Kurt. He's way too upset to talk.

He sits, blushing, one hand over his eyes, the other holding the photo frame, head back against the chair.

"Blaine problems again?" Asks Rachel.

Kurt removes the hand covering his eyes, lifts his head and glares at her. "I don't think I can go out tonight, I feel so, so …. slutty right now."

He gets up and heads to his bedroom. Throws himself down on his bed, and groans loudly. "UGH!"

"Kurt, are you serious?" Rachel says and they all follow her in. Rachel sits, the others just stand and look down at him.

"I don't have anything to cover this up, that will go with what we were going to wear."

"You have an entire wardrobe of clothes and scarves. Santana, see if you can find something for him." Santana flips through his wardrobe, she comes across quite a collection of scarves hanging from specially made hangers.

"Here, try this one." It's bottle green, satin material. "This will match your pants."

He looks up and takes it. Pulls it through his hands, stops and pouts. Rachel takes it off him, puts it around his neck and ties it up. She lifts his chin and checks out that it covers all marks.

"What do you think?" She turns to Elliott who then grabs his chin from her and notes her handy work. Kurt blinks up at him, they exchange a fond smile.

Kurt blushes remembering Elliott pecking him when they did 'That' selfie.

Elliott winks at him, "I think it'll pass." Kurt sighs and winks back.

And instantly wishes he hadn't. Elliott takes that as a sign to mess with his mind. He leans down and places 'The' most delicate of kisses Kurt has felt in a long time, on his lips.

The length of time was a mere few seconds, in Earth generic time. However, in 'Blaine versus Elliott blowing Kurt's mind' time, it was 'New Year's Eve hours of fireworks' time.

Kurt felt his heart stop, the Globe stopped, the Niagara Falls stopped with their cascade of water, the dolphins in the deep blue sea and whales in the deeper blue ocean, also stopped.

Big Ben broke, the leaning Tower of Pisa fell over, birds fell off their perches and locomotives crashed head on. It 'Was' Earth shattering.

~ Klaine sigh ~

Rachel punched Elliott hard! "You have to stop that. That's why he's got all of those."

"Ummmm, all of what?" Asks Blaine.

Oh Heck, huh!

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put into production. Once Season 6 finishes, they're talking of
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