Blaine groaned when he felt a nip on his finger, and his ears rang at the sound of a high pitched chirp. Rolling onto his side, Blaine pressed his face to the warm pillow and smelled Kurts flowery perfume. He heard Pavarotti skittering around his head, then there was a tweet much closer to his ear. Half of his mouth curved and he opened one eye, finding a pair of beady, black eyes staring at him. "Do you want breakfast, little one?"

Pavarotti twittered and patted his feet, so Blaine slowly lifted himself from the bed, careful not to bump Kurt, who was still snoozing beside of him. "Come here." He scooted Pavarotti onto his hand and swung his legs off the bed, picking up his food bowl on the dresser. He poured seed into it and set it down, then perched Pavarotti on the edge of it. Pavarotti happily wiggled, dunking his head into the pile of food.

Turning back around, Blaine stared at Kurt for a few minutes, his soft cheeks flushed and his rosy lips parted. He was hugging his pillow to his curled up body, his arms and legs wrapped around it. "Sweet," Blaine whispered, going back to the bed to kiss his soft hair.

He jumped when he heard a knock on the door, and before it could awaken Kurt, he hurried over to it and opened it. "What?"

Unique was standing on the other side, and he made a face at Blaines undressed body. He looked down at his boxers to make sure nothing had slipped. "Hey, Blaine." Turning his face away slightly, he held out a tray of food. "I just wanted to drop this off. Its breakfast."

"Oh..." Stepping back from the door, Blaine took the tray and carried it to their dresser. "Thanks."

Unique poked his nose in, so Blaine went to the side of the bed and covered Kurt with the blankets, "The photographers are still editing that..." he raised his brows, "disaster. So Kurt gets the day off. Im taking the girls shopping because Ive never seen anything as bad as the clothes they wear. Come if you want."

Blaine said nothing to that, knowing there were things hed much rather be doing than shopping with the girls. Taking a step back, he sat down on the end of the bed and waited for Unique to leave, but he twisted around. "Oh, and, Blaine? The governor wants to meet with Kurt. Have him ready by five."

"The governor?" Blaine repeated, but Unique slammed the door shut.

Behind him, Kurt made a soft sound and wriggled, so Blaine looked over his shoulder at him. He looked very concerned and confused, "Did Pavarotti fall?"

"No," Blaine shook his head, reaching for the tiny bird and letting him climb onto his finger, "sweetheart, Pavarottis here. It was just Unique." Shifting his weight, he pushed himself up on his palms and scooted back to Kurt. "You can rest your head on my chest. Unique said you can relax today... except the governor has to speak with you."

"What for?" Kurt chirped, nuzzling his cheek against Blaines nipple.

Blaine laid his hand on Kurts thigh when Pavarotti hopped off to finish his breakfast, gently squeezing the soft skin through his thin nightgown, "I dont know, sweetheart." Reaching across Kurt, he grabbed the tray and pulled it onto the bed, opening one of the containers. "Are you hungry?"

Kurts stomach gurgled and he reached for one of the blueberry muffins, so Blaine took it and handed it to him. Munching on the top of the warm treat, Kurt watched Blaine pick up a piece of celery and crunch on it. "I love muffins... so yummy and sweet." He held it up to Blaines mouth, smiling when he bit into it.

"Its really good." Blaine agreed, shifting slightly onto his side so he could hover over Kurt. "What do you want to do today, little sweet? Anything you want."

"Mm..." Kurts brows ruffled as he tapped his chin, "Id like to go to the pool." When Pavarotti returned from his breakfast and chirped to get attention, Kurt wrinkled his nose and smiled, "Wouldnt you, Pavarotti?"

Blaine grinned and kissed the side of Kurts head, slowly sliding out from under him. He picked a shirt from his dresser and yanked it over his head, then shoved his hair off his face. "Ill get your swimsuit, baby."

"Thank you!" Kurt chirped, half distracted by feeding Pavarotti a blueberry. Blaine thought he was adorable. After he finished the muffin, he crawled from the bed and popped to his toes. "Let me slip into something decent and then Ill be ready."

Pulling another of his shirts from the drawer, he held it out to Kurt, "Come here, little love." Kurt padded up to him and he carefully tugged the shirt over his head, grinning when he reappeared with a hair out of place. Smoothing it, he muttered, "Beautiful."

Shyly nibbling his bottom lip, Kurt slid his fingers through Blaines, "You make me blush and my heart race." He turned around so Blaine couldnt see the pink in his cheeks and peeped at Pavarotti, who waddled over to them.

Blaine bent to collect Pavarotti and led Kurt out of their room, their swimsuits crumpled in his hand. He heard Kurt cooing to Pavarotti the entire walk down to the pool, which was very cute. Putting his hand on Kurts waist, he opened the pool door and nudged him inside. He kept on his heels to make sure he didnt slip, then reached for his hand and helped him sit down on one of the lounge chairs.

Hearing Kurt softly humming, he glanced at him and saw him tugging his shirt over his blond head. He took it from Kurt and set it aside, then gave him a pink bikini bottom. Kurt slipped out of his panties and into the bikini, happily twisting this way and that to show it off.

Blaine ripped out of his clothes, then yanked on a pair of swimming trunks. Taking Kurts hand, he looked him over, pausing on his round butt, "You look hot, babe."

Kurt nipped his bottom lip again, his cheeks turning red. "You look very good, too." Holding onto Blaine so he didnt lose his balance as they walked over to the pool, he dipped his toes in and murmured. "Oh, its very warm."

Stepping into the water, Blaine held his arms up for Kurt, who laid his little hands on his shoulders. He lifted him in and cradled him against his chest, wading over to one of the benches and sitting down. The water splashed up to his nipples, a warm heat that made them red and pointy. He perched Kurt on his lap, nuzzling his cheeks, lips, and nose.

Kurt kissed him a few times, on his eyelashes and lids and cheekbones, his damp fingers tangling in his hair and gently tugging. Resting his cheek against Blaines, he giggled when Pavarotti scampered over to them, and he reached out for the tiny bird. He kissed his little head, then put him on Blaines shoulder.

"You have the prettiest laugh," Blaine suddenly murmured, completely enthralled with Kurt. Kurts fingers curled on his chest and in his hair, and he hid under his chin. "You dont have to be shy with me... I think youre gorgeous."

Kurts blue eyes lifted to his face, his blond lashes batting and his pink lips parted. "You do?"

Blaine smiled at that, stroking under Kurts chin, "Youre beautiful. You have the roundest eyes and these cute, little dimples when you smile. And your lips are so pink."

Curling into Blaine, he softly whispered, "Youre so kind." He suddenly giggled, which made Blaine tilt his head to look at him. "When I was little I always wanted to be a princess. My aunt said I was pretty enough to be one. I loved Cinderellas ball gown... but I wanted it to be pink, like Auroras. I just adored how sparkly it was."

Blaine helplessly chuckled, holding Kurt tighter, "Ill treat you like a princess if youd like that. Ill buy you a hundred ball gowns-all of them pink-with matching shoes and necklaces."

Kurt squealed, and Blaine thought it was adorable. "And you could be my prince. You could sweep me off my feet and carry me off to a magical castle, just like Snow White."

Trying to keep a hesitant smile on his face so he didnt discomfort Kurt, he turned his head to the side, "Honey... Im not a prince."

A little hand touched his jaw, so Blaine turned his head and kissed a pink palm, "Yes, you are." Kurt whispered reassuringly, pecking Blaines cheek with a kiss. "Youre handsome like a prince... and so very brave... and princesses only ever fall in love with princes." Tapping his chin, he furrowed his brows, "Well... some dont. But most do! Like Cinderella... and Snow White... and Aurora..."

Blaine thought Kurt was cute when he babbled. Sighing, he pressed his lips to Kurts forehead, knowing deep down that he wasnt a prince, but thinking that it was sweet that Kurt wanted him to be his.

Walking into the gift shop, Blaine shoved his hands in his pockets and kept his head low, trying to avoid being seen by anyone. Not that anyone really bothered to notice him. Wandering into a vacant area where he could be hidden, he leaned against the wall and glanced at his watch. It was about a half an hour before five, and he wondered when it would be okay to go up to his room. Unique had stolen Kurt away from him to make sure his makeup was done perfectly, even though Kurt was very good at doing it himself.

Bored and frustrated, he lifted his eyes and flicked them around the room, not seeing anything of interest. He was about to leave to find something else to do-maybe hed get a coffee at the café-when his eyes caught on a bouquet of pretty daisies in the window. He wanted to get them for Kurt and make him happy, so he went up to them and grabbed them, almost dropping them when he saw someone approach him from the corner of his eye.

"Who are the flowers for?" came Rachels squeaky voice, and Blaine looked over his shoulder at her.

He considered not replying to her, just walking away before she could say something rude, but he knew she would just follow him. He figured that he might as well get rid of her now. "Kurt." Pushing past her, he winced when he heard her voice again.

"Why?" She sounded doubtful of him. "You two arent dating. Youre not even gay, Blaine."

Blaine stared at her, having absolutely nothing to say to that. Wondering if she was trying to force a clear answer of whether he was gay or not out of him, he scratched his jaw, "He likes them."

He inwardly groaned when the other girls appeared from behind a shelf of candy, their arms full of chocolates and sour gummies and suckers. Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Oh, dont look so disappointed. You would have done all of us a few months ago."

Alarmed by the blunt and rude statement, he jerked away from them, "I have to pay for these."

"Dont run off so quickly." Tina begged, reaching out for his arm. "Come on, lets sit and chat over sugar. Whats your favorite..." she glanced at her collection, "the gummies or the suckers? I already ate my chocolate."

"I dont want to talk to you-" he was cut off when Tina grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to a little sitting area. As soon as she let go, he noticed how sweaty and cold her hand was. Wiping his wrist on his pants and trying not to gag, he looked for the nearest way he could run from them, but the other girls had him caged in.

Tina dragged her chair closer to his while the other girls sat down across from them, "Was she right... would you have done all of us?" Without giving him a chance to reply, she blurted, "If you would, who would you want to do first?"

Blaine didnt know what to say, so he kept quiet.

"Tina, please, control your raging hormones." Rachel scoffed, an annoyed look on her face. "So, anyway, guess who the new class favorite in glee club is? And by new..." she threw Blaine a harsh glare, "I mean always has been."

Blaine put his chin on his fist, already bored with their mindless gossip. He wondered how he ever dated Rachel for a month, when he couldnt even stand to look at her now. He decided to stare at his flowers and imagine all of the happy faces Kurt might make when he gave them to him.

"Mr. Schuester emailed me about the musical for this year." Rachel went on, and Blaine caught brief words before he tuned out again. "West Side Story. And guess whos obviously Maria?"

The other girls shrieked, which gave Blaine a headache. He covered his face with his hands and rubbed his forehead. "And whos Tony?" He heard Mercedes squawk.

Rachel made an obvious sound of disgust, "I begged for anyone else, but Finn just doesnt have lead role in him, Pucks on community service for the next few months, Sam has a job, and Mike and Artie cant... for obvious reasons."

"But that just leaves-" Tina put in.

"Yes, I know." Rachel sniffed, "Its too bad that talent like mine will be wasted on a messed up guy who doesnt even know his own sexuality. Mr. Schuester wont let Kurt do it because he said that hes too feminine, and I cant blame him for not choosing the most talented boy in the entire class because it cant be argued with. I mean, he wears dresses and makeup."

Blaines head jerked up, and before he could stop himself, he was on his feet. His small chair tipped over, bashing the floor. He usually would have cowered down because at least twenty eyes flicked over to him, but he was too far gone over Kurt. "Dont ever insult Kurt." He could have gone on about all the reasons they shouldnt be mean to him, which was everything about him-he wanted to-but instead he snarled and snapped and whipped away from them.

He ignored Tinas anxious call after him and thought about leaving the shop because he didnt want to be near them, but he still wanted to get the flowers for Kurt. After he quickly bought the flowers, he shoved out of the gift shop and kept his head low. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to be invisible, relieved that the elevator was empty. The doors slid open and he stepped out, pacing over to their room.

He opened the door and heard chattering, a soft, high pitched voice, and Uniques lower tone. Sneaking inside, he set the flowers on the bed and looked inside the bathroom, where Kurt was rubbing perfume on his wrists and Unique was tilting his chin this way and that, making sure his makeup was perfect. It bothered Blaine how intently Unique was looking at him.

"Honey?" He muttered lowly, and Kurts blue eyes lifted. A small smile tugged at his lips and he turned around, much to Uniques annoyance.

"Blaine." He held one of his hands out, "Im so happy to see you. I miss you when youre away from me."

Unique made a disgusted noise, but Blaine ignored him. Stepping farther into the room, he wrapped his arms around Kurts small shoulders and kissed the top of his head. "You look beautiful." Nuzzling his forehead, he kissed him again, hearing Unique move beside of them.

"Kurt, be down at the limo in ten minutes." was the only thing he said before he walked out of the room, and Kurt made a soft sound of agreement after him.

Letting Kurt go, Blaine went over to the suit hung up on the wall and took it off the hanger. After he stripped of his shirt and pants, he yanked it on, quickly buttoning the undershirt. Kurts lovely voice was very quiet, "Youre so handsome."

Blaine helplessly turned his head, his cheeks getting hot from the compliment, then he looked back over when he heard Kurt pad toward him. Kurt moved behind him, slipping a bowtie around his neck. He looped it into a bow, making a satisfied sound, "A perfect touch."

Grinning at him, he pulled him close and kissed him on his pink lips. They tasted sweet, like strawberries and sugar. "Thank you, baby." He stroked Kurts soft hair, combed into a neat coif, and he muttered, "I have a present for you."

"Oh, Blaine..." his lips parted and his eyes sparkled, "thats so sweet of you."

Nudging Kurt into the bedroom, he picked up the flowers and held them out, "You like flowers."

"Oh!" Happily taking the flowers and sniffing them, Kurt plucked one from the bunch and weaved it into his hair. "I love flowers! Blaine, theyre lovely." He pecked Blaines cheek with a kiss, "Youre so nice." Turning to a mirror, Kurt touched one of the petals and smiled. "Oh, Blaine! You wont believe who texted me while you were away."

Blaine sat down on the end of the bed, not sure whose name to think of, "Who, baby?"

Kurt spun around to face him, still playing with the flower, "Finn. He asked about you, you know. He said that he and the other boys from glee club are thinking about a sleepover... just a boys night, I suppose." He wrinkled his nose in distaste at that, "He said if you wanted to be with them you could."

Arching his brows, Blaine cleared his throat, his eyes falling to Kurts hips as he smoothed a wrinkle from his dress. "He said that? He probably meant you... he likes talking to you."

Suddenly looking very sorrowful, Kurt came closer and perched on Blaines knee, stroking his jaw, "Oh... no. Blaine, he wants you. And I dont see any reason why he wouldnt... youre wonderful and very nice to talk to." Kissing Blaines dry mouth, he murmured, "Dont be afraid... youre a good man. Anyone who spent time trying to understand you would know that."

He nuzzled Blaines cheek with his nose, and Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt, his lips so soft and sweet.

Kurt held Blaines hand as they followed Unique into Tiffanys, his eyes flicking around the room to all of the amazing and intricate designs. He could feel Blaines fingers tighten on his, and he peeked up at his hard face, his eyes nervously flashing. "Its okay." He peeped, gently squeezing.

Blaine tucked Kurt behind him when a young manager approached, his arms spread and his wide eyes on Kurt. "Monsieur Hummel and Unique! Its an honor and a delight to have you both here. The governor and his son have been seated in the back room to avoid media. Is that quite alright?"

When Kurt didnt say anything, still distracted by comforting Blaine, Unique stepped forward. "Absolutely. Were thrilled to be dining at the fabulous Tiffanys. We brought one more... if thats okay." He glared at Blaine, who stiffened and jerked slightly away.

"Perfectly," the man nodded. "If youll follow me, Ill offer you our finest selections of wine. Monsieur Hummel, if it is my place, Id like to say that you are looking quite well. I can see why Vogue wanted you for the photo shoot."

Kurt smiled demurely, "Merci."

Blaine put his hand on Kurts waist, guiding him over to the back room where a servant was waiting with the door held open and a tray of wine glasses in his hand. He let Unique walk in first, his confident stride very different from Blaines lowered head. After Kurt slipped in, Blaine reached for his sweater and tugged it from his shoulders, receiving a quiet "thank you."

An older man and a teenage boy, maybe a year or two younger than Kurt and Blaine, were sitting at a table, chatting idly over bread and water. At their entrance, the older man lifted his head and grinned from ear to ear. He jerked out of his seat, almost rushing over to Unique. "Unique, Im honored to finally be meeting you. Youre such an inspiration." After Unique acknowledged him with a nod, he slowly turned to Kurt and clapped his fingertips together, "And Monsieur Hummel. Even more beautiful in person."

Kurt heard Blaine snarl deeply, but he soothed him by putting a hand on his stomach. The governor didnt seem to notice, turning away and pulling out a chair by the blond boy. "Monsieur Hummel, my son would be delighted if you would be so kind to sit by him." Kurt hesitated, his fingers tightening on Blaine, but the governor mistook it as discomfort with them. "Pardon me, I didnt mean to startle you. My name is Alec Hastings, but you can call me Alec, and this is my son, Shane. We are both so grateful you decided to meet with us this evening. I know it was unexpected but we came across an offer we were sure you couldnt resist."

"Im interested in all work that promotes Vogue." Unique eagerly took a seat at the end of the table, all ears for the governor. "Tell us more."

"Good, good." The governor sat down by Unique, but before he told them about his business, he gestured for the waiter. "Your finest, most expensive bottle." He threw a quick grin to Kurt, "Anything for our loveliest dinner guest."

Kurt shyly blushed, hanging onto Blaine as he padded over to the table. The younger boy quickly rose, holding his hand out. "Its nice to meet you. I love all of your fashion designs... and youre very pretty."

Blaine growled again, pulling his chair closer to Kurts after he helped him sit down. Kurt hugged himself with his hands, his fingers on his stomach, and he slowly lifted his eyes to Shane. "Thank you... thats very kind."

The waiter brought over a bottle of champagne and poured a few glasses, then quickly left when the governor waved him off. "Monsieur Hummel," the governor said, making Kurt look over at him, "what is it like to be the most beautiful model in all of France? You must be crowded by fans and paparazzi. You see, my Shane wants to go into acting, and look at him. No flaws. Hed like to know what it will feel like to be wanted by all."

Kurt was obviously uncomfortable with the question, unsure of what to say for a few seconds, then he softly murmured, "Oh, thats very flattering, but Im not-"

"How modest." The governor grinned at him. "What an adorable trait. Youll want to get rid of that because no one likes a shy model." A harsh smirk twisted his mouth, making Kurt very nervous as he reached for Blaine, and he gestured to the waiter. "Waiter... take our orders. What will you have, dear boy?"

Kurt suddenly wasnt very hungry, but he politely ordered a light salad, and Blaine did the same. After the orders were taken, Unique turned to Alec, "What was the news you had to give us? Were a very busy company."

"Yes, of course." Alec agreed, taking his phone from his pocket and flipping through it, "My son has been chosen by a famous producer to star as Beast in the amazing movie, Beauty and the Beast. Its set to film this summer in France... it could be convenient for you because I hear youre going back to France and leaving this..." his voice faded away as he glanced around at their scenery, and he slightly grimaced.

Shane put his hand on Kurts wrist, but pulled it away when Blaine made a low sound, "I thought you were so beautiful that I wanted you to play my counterpart, Beauty. I would have emailed you but I found out you were in New York so I had to take you out to dinner."

"Oh," Kurt was very uncertain about the offer, even though he loved the story of Beauty and the Beast. He was unsure about Shane. He didnt find him so terrible, but Blaine wouldnt stop glaring at him. "Thats a very kind offer... but Ill need time to think-"

"What else could you need to do this summer?" Alec scoffed, his face screwed up, "You can be in the movie, and you can hire others to do your less important work."

"Oh, no." Kurt shook his head, "You dont understand... I like being with my aunt most of the time... were both very close-"

Shanes brows lowered, something that Unique instantly tried to smooth over, but he spoke too quickly, "Whats more important, a family or a career? I barely saw my parents as a child and Im just fine. You can go without a family... but you need money, a status, a reputation."

"But I love my family-"

His green eyes briefly flicked to Blaine, and a harsh scowl pulled at his lips, "I should have known youd say that. Youre around the freak son that Richard Anderson never wanted. Theres something wrong with you."

Blaine snarled at that, obviously throwing Shane off because he leaned away from him.

Kurt gasped, his eyes widening to the size of saucers. He reached for Blaines arm and held onto him, feeling the tension in that tight muscle under his small hand. "That was very mean..." he put his fingertips on his lips. "You cannot say things like that to him!"

"Kurt, be polite to the Hastings." Unique pleaded, more interested in his career than what was best for him. "Theyre going to invest time and money into expanding Vogue-"

"I cant." Kurt said with a trembling voice, as if hed never stood up for himself before. "You need to respect my family... and Blaine. Hes my family."

One of Alecs brows arched to his thinning hairline, and then he turned away and bumped his son, "Shane, there was that lovely man you met in Las Vegas... the one with the goatee." He looked back at Kurt, who still seemed unsure, and he nodded, "It was good doing business, Monsieur Hummel, but Im sure we can find a more willing and favorable Beauty."

Finally looking away from the Hastings, Kurt scooted a little closer to Blaine, whose jaw was still tense. His dark eyes stayed on Shane, and then he tore them away and stared at Kurt. He cupped his small face and said, "No one is more favorable than you." With a deep growl at Alec and Shane, he got to his feet and helped Kurt up, taking him out of that room.

After they got outside, he turned around and held Kurts shoulders, checking him over as if he might be hurt, "Are you okay? Im so sorry... I never would have let that happen if I had known." Stroking a hand down Kurts arm, he hesitantly smiled, "Thank you for defending me. Youre very brave."

Kurt blushed and turned his head, making a soft sound when Blaine kissed his cheek as thanks. "I cant let anyone hurt you, either." He wrapped his arms around Blaines neck and cooed, tilting his head in acceptance of Blaines kiss.

Kurt heard the shower running in the bathroom, the sound of Blaine moving around under the hot spray. Putting his hand on the door, he pushed it slightly open and poked his nose in. Steam floated from behind the shower curtain, and Blaines dark shadow could be seen. He had his hands at his heavy hair, but then he put them down when Kurt padded a little closer. Suddenly, the curtain pushed aside, revealing the top of Blaines hairy chest. His curls were dripping over his dark face and he blinked the drops away, "Honey? Is everything okay?"

Getting close enough to the shower to feel the spray on his face, he put a little hand on Blaines wet shoulder, "Blaine, Im a little hungry." To prove his point, he rubbed his belly and pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, "I didnt have dinner at the restaurant."

Blaine shoved his hair off his forehead, turning down the shower as he went to step out. Kurt quickly waved his hands, "Oh, no! Please finish your shower. I think Ill go down to the café in the lobby and get some soup."

Blaine frowned, putting his foot back in the shower, "Do you want me to come with you, baby?"

Kurt smiled at his care, spinning around so he could collect his shoes, "Thats very nice of you to ask, but Ill be fine for a few minutes." He turned back around and found Blaine half leaning out of the shower, so he bent forward and kissed him, "Ill bring back a yummy, warm, cheese soup to fill your stomach."

"Thatd be good. Thanks, baby." Blaine stole another kiss before Kurt slipped away. "Be careful. Call me if anything happens."

"Okay," he chirped, walking out of the room and keeping his hand on his rumbling belly. He hummed to himself as he went, his eyes on his skirt as he smoothed it. He found an empty elevator at the end of the hallway and slipped into it, feeling it move down to the lobby.

The elevator jerked and a bell dinged above him, followed by the doors drifting apart and revealing the busied lobby. He glanced around for the café and found it in the corner of the room, so he wandered over to it. Before he opened the door, he noticed a banging coming from outside and peeked in that direction, seeing crowds of people gathered on the edge of the street.

Suddenly curious as to what could be going on, Kurt took a step away from the café and went closer to the front doors. It looked like a parade was going past, which made Kurt twitch with a smile. He opened the doors and heard noisy drums and trumpets, people yelling and laughing.

Glimpsing over his shoulder, he wondered if it would be so bad to step out for just a minute. He thought about asking Blaine to take him, but he knew how much Blaine hated crowds. Putting his toes on the concrete, he looked around for paparazzi that had noticed him, but everyone was too caught up in the rolling floats.

Disappearing into the crowd, Kurt passed by everyone and stopped in a calmer area to watch the ending of the parade. Men in costumes danced by him, and one last float that was full of graceful ballerinas drifted by. Clapping for them, Kurt took a step toward the hotel, knowing Blaine would worry if he stayed away any longer.

He skirted through the piles of people, trying to stay hidden, and he jumped when someone touched his shoulder, "Youre Kurt Hummel!" A noisy voice yelled, startling him. "Can I have one of your newest designs?"

That alerted other people, and they started turning toward him. Unsure of what to do, Kurt quietly pleaded to just go back to his hotel, but he was ignored. A camera flash went off, making him rub his eyes. "Kurt, beautiful! Over here! Give us a smile!"

Stumbling away from the group of people surrounding him, he bumped into a wall, leaning against it when another flash made him dizzy. "Whos that guy youve been hanging out with?" Another person demanded.

"Is he your secret boyfriend?"

"Where is he?"

Kurt cried out when someone grabbed at him and ripped his sleeve. "Oh, please!" Bundling himself up, he felt himself get shaken by another person, and another yanked his hair.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the growing group around him, each jostling for a picture or an autograph. He gasped for air, getting more desperate with every second. Pushing through some of the people, he felt his heel twist but kept going, needing to be away.

He didnt know how long he ran but he finally stopped to catch his breath when he couldnt hear the paparazzi yelling at him anymore. Draping himself against a nearby wall, he panted and held his hand to his rising and dropping stomach. He shivered from the cold, pulling his sweater tighter to his shoulders. Finally lifting his head, he saw that he was all alone in an alley, which frightened him.

"Hello? Oh... where am I?" He peeped, jumping when his voice echoed. "Please... anybody help me." Twisting around, he started in the direction he thought he came from but stumbled on a hole in the ground. Crying out when his heel twisted, Kurt reached down for his raw wound and carefully touched his palm to it, only to shriek again at the shrill pain traveling up and down his leg. He pulled off his heel and gasped at the sight of a purplish bruise already swelling at his ankle.

"Oh, no." Kurt peeled off his sweater and wrapped it around the foot, quietly shrieking when he heard a twig snap in the distance. He lifted his head and tried to see what it was, but it was too dark. He made out a faint silhouette of a large figure, maybe a man, and he naïvely cried out. "Oh, please, help me! Im lost and I cant find my way! My foot is hurt."

The figure stopped moving and Kurt thought he turned toward him, and he made a sound of relief when he heard heavy footsteps. "Im here!" He tried to assure the man, his eyes flying wide when the figure finally got close enough for him to see a grimy face, a huge, powerful body, and hands that could crush his fragile body. "Oh, please, itd be very nice of you if you could show me the way back to-"

The man stepped closer to him, cocking his bald head at him. "Looks like Ive got a little pussy."

Kurts mouth fell open, "I-Im sorry?"

A sneer pulled the mans thin mouth, and he reached down for Kurt. Pulling him up and ignoring his small squeak of fear, he sniffed at him, "Mm... a pretty, city boy with lots of money. Enough money to buy this pretty perfume."

"O-Oh... please." Kurt begged, pushing on the mans chest. "I dont have much money. All I want is to go back to my boyfriend. Please be kind to me."

"Your foot is hurt, huh?" The man glanced at it as if to check. "Well, you dont seem like much of a struggler, anyway." Grabbing Kurt by his hips, the man hauled him up, and Kurt squealed.

"No!" Hitting the mans arms, he shrieked, "Oh, please, put me down! Youre hurting me!" He inhaled sharply when the clumsy man tripped on one of his shoes and smashed him up against a wall. "Blaine! Blaine!"

The man tightened his grip, tucking Kurt under his arm like a football. "Your squealings gonna get on my nerves real quick!" He yelled at him, giving him a warning squeeze.

Kurt burst into tears, helplessly scratching and hitting and doing nothing to slow the man down. Suddenly, something knocked the man to the side, and he hollered and lost his grip. Kurt fell to the ground in a small pile of ruined clothes and bruised limbs. His eyes widened when the man was ripped off his feet and slammed into a wall, another man snarling and snapping at him. The bad man shoved Kurts rescuer back, so Kurt crawled away from the fight scene so he wasnt trampled.

It seemed very violent, lots of punching and growling, but Kurt had his eyes covered for most of it. He wasnt sure how long it lasted, but he peeked between his fingers when he heard a head crack the ground. The man who tried to steal him was crumpled on the ground, his hands rubbing his face as he groaned. His rescuer was hovering above him, just to make sure he wouldnt get up.

After a few seconds, the dark haired man lifted his head, blood dripping from cuts on his lip and cheek. "Kurt," he breathed out heavily, dropping to the ground beside of him and gathering him in his arms. He caressed him everywhere, cupping his cheeks, neck, and shoulders, bundling him up against his chest. "Youre safe now. I was so worried about you."

Kurt rested his hands on Blaines chest, nervously peeking at the passed out man a few feet away. "Oh, Blaine... I was so scared. How did you ever find me?"

"You didnt come back so I panicked." Pulling Kurt onto his lap, he yanked off his jacket and wrapped it around him. "I looked everywhere for you and then I saw the paparazzi outside... they were talking about you. I heard you screaming... and, Kurt-" he blew out heavily and turned his head, almost as if he wasnt able to say it. "I never want to hear that sound again. Are you okay?"

"Yes." Kurt laid his cheek on Blaines chest when he got to his feet, feeling much safer in his arms. "Thank you for rescuing me." Kissing his cheek, he murmured, "Youre hurt."

Blaine quickly wiped the blood off his jaw, "Ill be fine. Your foot needs to be looked at. Ill get you some help. Are you okay?"

Kurt nodded, "Yes, Im fine now. I feel much better in your arms. Im sorry I left the hotel. I didnt mean any harm... Its just... I was so excited about the parade."

"No, no. Shh." Nuzzling Kurts face with his own, he muttered, "I know. Im just relieved youre safe. Just dont... dont run away from me again. Ill do whatever you want, give you whatever you want if you stay by me."

Kurts blond lashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes as Blaine kissed his forehead. A tear slipped off his cheek, "I worried you... I dont like causing trouble. Im not easy to take care of."

"Oh... honey." Blaine stopped walking and tilted his head, kissing Kurts trembling mouth. "Honey... honey... look at me. Shh... you didnt mean for this to happen. I dont like you in danger... but I love rescuing you. I love keeping you safe." Kissing Kurts mouth again, he whispered, "Besides... I never said I wanted easy." Another tear flirted with Kurts lashes, so he wiped it away with his thumb. "Kurt... I always said I wanted you."

Kurt whimpered, "Blaine..." Burying his face in Blaines neck, he softly cried as Blaine held him so tight, never letting him go.