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This story was adapted from a Taiwanese Drama (I won't tell the title, because it would be a spoilers alert), but I have my own plot for the glee version so sit back and enjoy guys!!

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The creak of the door was loud in the silence of his apartment. Blaine stepped inside the dark loft, curious as to where his husband was. He carefully walked to the guest room to check if Kurt was already asleep, but the room was empty. He immediately ran to the bathroom to see if Kurt had somehow slipped and now lay unconscious, but this room was also empty.

He was relieved at first to know that he still had time to organize his thoughts before talking to Kurt. Then worry overtook him when he realized that Kurt should have been here hours ago. He frantically ran to the guest room to check if Kurt's possessions were still there. He was comforted to see that Kurt didn't run away and take their child when he saw Kurt's suitcase on the corner and pictures of his family on the nightstand.

Blaine continued walking towards the nightstand to see the pictures clearly. One frame showed a picture of his family, taken during Finn and Rachel's wedding. Blaine smiled a little when he saw his husband's genuine smile from the photo; Rachel was in the middle smiling and holding her bouquet, Kurt was beside her—his eyes scrunched and back hunched from laughing. His dad was next to him—a smirk pasted on his face. On the other side was the groom—eyes wide and face stunned, and beside him was his mom—right hand covering her lips. The photo was noticeably candid, snapping a beautiful moment of the HudmelBerry Family.

The other frame was a picture of a blonde woman holding a toddler in her arms. Blaine didn't need to second guess that the toddler was his husband, the nose and bluish-green eyes were the only clues he needed. Blaine guessed that the woman in the picture was Kurt's real mother; he knew Carole wasn't Kurt's birth mother when she introduces herself as Hudson-Hummel. He smiled at the picture and put it right back.

He proceeded to his own room to change clothes, Blaine glanced at his watch where the short and long hand were now vertically aligned to each other.

“Damn it!” he cursed. He took his phone out to call his husband and demand that Kurt tell him his whereabouts, but as he scrolled to his phone book, his husband's name wasn't listed. “Fuck!” he cursed again and flung the useless phone on the bed. He was worried about his husband's health, knowing that the low temperature was not good for the baby.

‘Damn it! He's a grown man! I shouldn't be worried about him.' He thought to reassure himself and busied himself in reviewing his work while waiting for his husband, but almost two hours had already passed and Kurt was still not back. He groaned in frustration. “Damn it! Where the hell are you?” he shouted to an empty apartment. He flopped back heavily to the desk chair, squeezing his brain to remember Kurt's company name. “Fuck! I don't know anything about my husband!” he grudgingly stood up, frustrated at Kurt for getting home late and at himself for not knowing anything about him.

He was just about to call Sam to help him contact Kurt when he heard the doorbell ring, and his body automatically ran towards the door. He slammed the door open, ready to shout at his husband. “Whe—“ he started.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” Kurt cut him off, hands folded together above his head, eyes shut tightly as he apologizes to Blaine. Blaine thought it was a little cute when his husband sometime acted like a teenager. “I'm really sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stay up late…” Kurt pleaded.

Blaine didn't want any show for the other tenants on that floor, so without thinking he pulled his husband inside. Kurt stumbled in his steps because of his sprained ankle. “Ouch!” Kurt cried.

“Shit! That hurts?” Blaine asked and gently guided Kurt towards the couch. “Don't move,” he ordered and went in a hurry to grab some ice and a wash cloth. He went back to Kurt and sat next to him. He took Kurt's injured leg and placed it on the coffee table. Scooting himself closer, he put the ice—covered with a clean towel—around Kurt's ankle.

Kurt hissed when the cold made contact with his skin. “It's just a sprain… I'm okay…” He tried to tug his leg back from Blaine's grip, but Blaine didn't let go.

“Explain.” Blaine said, still pressing the towel on Kurt's foot.

Kurt sighed and started explaining himself. “…. and then I met a friend who I hadnt seen for a long time… I'm sorry I didn't know that I spent so much time, I just really miss him…” he said sheepishly.

Blaine was ashamed, he was so ready to blame Kurt for making him worried, when it was entirely his fault. He just didn't have his husband's number, but he also forgot to give him keys for the apartment. ‘Fuck Anderson! That's another way of cruelty.' He intended to be mean to Kurt, but not in this way where the health of their baby was on the line. He didn't want Kurt to catch pneumonia and die. ‘Shit! Shit! Shit!' He reprimanded himself, but he didn't show that he was blaming himself, instead he acted cool and dominant.

He put the towel on the floor and held his palm towards Kurt. “I'm sorry… I'm sorry…” Kurt apologized again, gripping his hand as he held it. Kurt was scared that Blaine would be mad at him and his idea to see Pickles would fail.

“Your phone, idiot,” Blaine chuckled and wiggled his fingers. Kurt put his phone in Blaine's hand, curious as to why Blaine was asking for it. “I'll put my number in it,” he answered to Kurt's questioning looks. He dialed his number to Kurt's phone and made a missed call to his own phone, so that he also had Kurt's number. “Call me if anything happens.” He was just about to return Kurt's phone when it vibrated in his hands. The screen showed a picture of Kurt with another man; their cheeks pressed together as they squeezed themselves to fit on the camera screen. Kurt's smile was alike on the photo he saw earlier in his room; sweet and genuine. The picture was obviously taken earlier; the scarf and coat Kurt was wearing now matched his clothes in the picture. But what made his blood boils is how the guys arm was looped on his husband's shoulder, and Kurt's face was blushing red. ‘I'm not jealous! He's just a friend, I don't even know if he's gay or not…' He chided.

“Adam is calling,” he said coldly and passed the phone back to Kurt. He continued pressing the ice cold towel to Kurt's ankle and eavesdroped on Kurt's phone conversation.

“Hey… I thought I was going to call you.” Kurt answered in a sickeningly sweet voice. “Yeah… yeah… I got home safe…”Blaine can only hear Kurt's responses, so he doesn't really know what they are talking about. “Blaine's home too…” Blaine snapped his head up when he heard his name in the conversation. “…Yeah... Okay… see you tomorrow.” Kurt grinned before ending the call.

“… so that was Adam?” Blaine started, getting Kurt's attention. “He knows about me?” he probed Kurt.

“Uh… yeah…” he answered unsurely. “Ughh… I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that… I'm sorry…” He apologized to Blaine but continued explaining when Blaine gave him a puzzling look. “Well… we are technically divorced and I introduced you as my husband… I'm so—“

“Don't be!” He cut him off. “I mean… it's okay… I'm still technically your husband,” he amended. ‘Take that! I'm Kurt's husband! I'm his!' “No I'm not” he answered his inward voice said loudly.

“Huh?” Kurt asked. “You're not what?”

“I'm not… not mad.” Kurt breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank god. I thought you were really angry.” Blaine only grinned as a response and asked him about his friend. Unfortunately, that was a wrong move because blood had conquered his mind as Kurt babbled about Adam. ‘Adam this… and Adam that… Fuck him! …Don't fuck him! Shit!'

“… and Adam said that he—“ Kurt was giggling now as he continued his story. He was startled when Blaine suddenly cursed and stood up from his position.

“I'm tired. I need sleep,” he informed Kurt as he tossed him the cloth, marching to his room and slamming the door loudly; leaving a stunned Kurt attending to his own injury.

“Fuck! Why am I feeling liking this?” Blaine complained and buried his face in the pillow, forcing himself to fall asleep.

When Kurt woke up the next morning, a set of keys, tied on a red ribbon, was dangling from his door knob. He squealed when the cubic glass key chain name tag reads ‘Kurt Hummel-Anderson'; that sure made Kurt's day. And when he and Adam met later that day, he was still grinning and unconsciously played with his new key chain; bragging to Adam about his new gift from Blaine.  

“Kurt… Kurt?” Adam asked as he waved his left hand in front of Kurt's face. “Penny for your thoughts.” He jokingly patted his pocket for coins.

“Stop that.” Kurt slapped Adam's hands away, but still grinned to his pun. They had been at it for weeks now, always meeting for any reason they could think of to cover the years they had spent apart. Kurt left the apartment after Blaine left for work, but he always came back before him. The married couple talked to each other of course, you really can't avoid the people you are living with, but Kurt only talked about what he had done that day because he really didn't know what Blaine's interests were. It's usually him who talked, and every now and then Blaine would add a negative comment, but it didn't deter Kurt from continuing their conversation.

“What were you thinking about?” Adam pried as he took a bite of his salad.

“I was just thinking about Blaine…” he replied longingly.

“What about him?”

“He seems so distant… I'm really trying to reach out to him, but every time I talk about something, he gets irritated.” He sighed, playing with his own food. He made a mental note to himself that he needed to buy yogurt and pickles again because restaurant food didn't satisfy his stomach.

“Hmmm… What do you talk about with him anyway?”

“Mostly our trips, where we've been to… or what we've seen…”

Adam mumbled something that Kurt didn't quite get. “Again?” He asked him to repeat.

“I know why Blaine seems so distant.”

“Really?” he asked enthusiastically.

“Of course I know… It's because it's your birthday.” Adam took a box from his bag and pushed it towards Kurt. “Happy Birthday, Little Freckles!” He greeted him. He lied about the reason, but he surely knew why; Blaine is just jealous of their growing relationship; however, he won't say anything to Kurt because he doesn't want to damage their innocent friendship.

“My birthday is not until tomorrow…” Kurt protested lightly but he was already grabbing the box and tearing the wrapper. “Oh my god!” He gasped as he saw the blue scarf. “It's Hermes!” he pronounced. “Oh my god!” he said disbelievingly. “I… I don't know what to say…”

“Say… Thank you, Adam… you are the bestest and most awesomest friend ever,” he said, mimicking Kurt's high voice.

Instead of feeling insulted, Kurt giggled at Adam's joke. He stood up from his seat and gave Adam a hug, pressing his already swollen belly to Adam's face. “Thank you, Adam. You really are the bestest and most awesomest friend ever,” he repeated and pecked him on the forehead.

“Youre welcome,” he replied and blushed when he felt Kurt's lips on his forehead. “I had to give it to you today because my flight is tomorrow evening and I don't know if we could still meet…” he said staring upwardly at Kurt.

“It's okay I understand.” He averted his gaze and went back to his position earlier.

Before Adam lost his insanity from that small kiss, he continued his explanation. “Blaine is distant because he is obviously making you a surprise present.” Adam forced a smile.

Kurt laughed humorlessly. “Impossible…”

“Okay…” he continued, one brow arched as he stared at his friend's reaction. “I don't know what your issues are… but I think a dinner to talk about your problems will help… a little romance wouldn't hurt,” he suggested.

Kurt didn't respond to his idea, because he is now thinking frantically of meals he could share with Blaine for his birthday tomorrow.

The next morning Kurt woke up earlier than necessary; he dressed casually, but added the blue scarf Adam had given him yesterday. He needed to go to the supermarket earlier so he could get the freshest meat and vegetables.

He opened the door of his room and saw that Blaine is also coming out from his. “Good morning,” he beamed at him.

“Morning.” Blaine replied, already dressed in work attire.

“Are you working late tonight?” Kurt asked him, not leaving their position.

“No.” He replied.

“Would you make it to dinner tonight?” he asked sheepishly, prepared if he would be rejected.

“Yeah… yeah…” he said unsurely because ever since he got married, he always took dinner at home and not outside; tired of eating take-out foods, and Kurt's meal was nothing compared to those Chinese takeaways.

“Great!” he grinned. “because today is my bir—“ he was cut off by Blaine's voice.

“Nice scarf,” he noticed; he knew Kurt's choice of clothing was always plain. He never owned anything bright, not unless someone gave it to him.

“Oh... this… thank you…” he played the scarf's end. “Uhmmm… Adam gave it to me becau—“ he was cut off again.

“I need to go. I'm late,” Blaine said coldly, and didn't really pay attention when Kurt shouted about the dinner plan.

The creative team was nervous as they wait for their boss to finish evaluating their design. Blaine paced the room, where five members of the team and his secretary were seated around a meeting table. His eyebrows furrowed every time he flipped the illustration boards in his hand.

“No.” He threw one design to an employee who was trembling in his seat. “Trash.” He threw another, hitting another employee in the eye, but ignored him. “.....garbage.” He threw it backwards and glared at his employees. He flungs the other illustration boards around the room and slammed his palms loudly on the table, making the employees shiver. “You call these designs! Even kindergarteners can make these!” he yelled at his employees whose heads were all bowed down. “I am not paying you to give me scraps!” he growled.

“You! Lady with the red headband!” He pointed to a brunette.

The brunette hesitantly looked up at her boss. “S… sir?” she asked nervously.

“What company do you work for?” he asked, feeling frustrated, elbows leaned on the back of his chair.

“Uhmm… An… Anderson Corporation, sir,” she said unsurely.

“And what does this company do?” he challenged her.

“Uhmm.. It's a multinational company that invested in retail, manufacturing, advertising, finance, publishing, mar—“

“Exactly!” he shouted, still frustrated at the low competence of his employees.  “A Multinational Company! We are competing globally! Your standards must always exceed your limitations. And what you give me is… is… I can't even describe how horrible your designs are!” he shouted at them. “Who in their right mind had thought of this theme?” he yelled, frustration growing in him as he peeked at the designs.

“I… I did, sir.” The woman in his right said as she raised her trembling hand. “I… I thought that the theme would fit the designers' clothing lines.”

“Well, you thought wrong!” Blaine mocked. “Present me with a new design for the magazine by the end of the day or all of you are fired!” he threatened.

The employees immediately nodded their heads and hysterically thought of a new theme for the February issue of their magazine.

He grudgingly walked away from them, but before he could exit the room, he added. “And if… if I ever see any British-related themes in my magazine, I swear that all of you will never work in any designing company again!” He made a dramatic exit by slamming the door behind him and swiftly walked to his office.

He flopped heavily down to his office chair, took pain killers from his desk drawer and drank it with a scotch he reserved for rare occasions. Being the owner of the company has its own perks such as drinking alcoholic beverages, though he always limited his drinking to only one glass, still trying to be a model for his subordinates.

“Arghhh!” He groaned as he pressed the heels of his palms on his forehead. “Fuck this!”

Sam suddenly barged in his office, drawing boards in hand. He never knocks in his boss' office, given the friendship they already had. “What the hell is wrong with you, Anderson!” and yeah, being the bosss best friend gave him the privilege to also curse him face-to-face. “These designs are great… They really fit well with the designers' clothing lines…” He shoved the boards on his desk.

“Why won't you approve them?” he inquired, his voice softening as he saw his best friend state. “I really think Victorian Era is a great theme for the Valentines issue…It's classic and romantic…”

“Blaine?” he asked when his boss didn't answer him, Blaine's posture remaining unmoved. “What's wrong?”

Blaine mumbled something and Sam asked again.

“Can't I just hate the theme, huh?” he asked angrily. He suddenly stood up from his chair, trudged towards his secretary, and then he began shouting. “I just hate it! I hate the theme! I hate the Victorian Era! I hate England! I hate anything British! And I hate British boys!”

Sam got it now - why his best friend was acting weird. Blaine was jealous, green glares evident from his eyes. He let his best friend rant about his problems because he knew it was the only way Blaine was going to relieve himself.

“I hate how he always talks about Adam! I hate how he shares his dates with Adam!” He air quoted the word ‘date' like a teenager. “I hate his smile whenever he remembers something that Adam had mentioned. I hate that he spent most of his time with Adam! It's been weeks of Adam this… Adam that… and I'm sick of it!” He spat disgustingly.

“And I hate how he blushed when he admitted that Adam is gay!” He forcefully pulled Sam's collar closer to his face. “I also hate you!”

Sam raised his hands in surrender, confused why the anger was suddenly directed at him. “What did I do?”

“I hate your blonde hair! It reminds me of him!” Blaine glared at his friend and raised his fist at him. “You know you had the same build and height.” He never met him personally but he remembered him when Kurt showed him pictures of places he had seen with Adam, apparently Kurt became his tour guide during his visit in New York. “Just one punch…”

“Whoa! Whoa! Wait!” Sam instantly backed off, stepping away from his delicate friend. “Chill dude! That's a lot of hate there… violence won't solve anything…. and you'll ruin my pretty face.” He backed away further even as he felt Blaine getting his senses back.

“…Okay?” he asked again and when he received a nod, he cautiously approached his friend. “Blaine, relax… Stop being jealous…”

“I'm not jealous,” Blaine denied. “I just hate him.”

Sam sighed, he really hated this part of Blaine, always trying to be superior. “You are. And don't deny it,” he said when he saw Blaine opening his mouth to protest. “You are jealous. No wait… scratch that. You are the green monster itself,” he accused him. “It's ridiculous if you hate a person when he didn't do anything to you. You are obviously jealous because Adam is spending more time with him and I get that, it's really hard… considering your rocky relationship with him. But you have to man up and take what's yours.”

“I can't do that,” he protested again.

“Yes you can. You are the Blaine Anderson. You can do anything, Own everything.” Sam knew he was boosting his best friend's ego, but in Blaine's current state of mind, he would surely take his nonsensical advice. ‘Love brings out the worst in him' he thought sympathetically. “Make him remember that he is yours and that no is allowed to be near him.”

“Yeah…” he thought about it momentarily. ‘I'm his husband! And until we are officially divorce, He is still mine'  he thought proudly. He strutted towards his desk to take his suitcase under it and stride towards the door. “He is mine.” He said absentmindedly.

“Yes… Remind Sebastian that he belongs to you,” he replied boosting his ego more.

Blaine turned his head back to Sam. “Who said anything about Sebastian?” He asked confusingly. “I'm talking about my husband,” he said walking away from a stunned Sam.

Sam was glued to his position, mouth shaped in an o. That was the first time Blaine acknowledged Kurt as his husband. “Oh shit!” he said to himself because he gave advice to Blaine when he thought he was jealous because of Sebastian, and not Kurt.

“You are one hell of a leech, Kurt,” he accusingly appraised him. He thought about running for Blaine and stopping him, but he thought otherwise when he remembered the hardened glint he saw in his best friend's eyes; it was pure possession. No one could stop him from doing what he wants. “Well played Hummel. You already got him wrapped around your little finger,” he said loudly and braced himself for the following weeks to come. ‘You didn't know what you got into, Blaine'  he admonished his friend from afar.

Kurt was happily humming in his breath as he continued cooking. He was making baked chicken Parmesan for dinner, one of his greatest creations. He really hoped that Blaine would enjoy his food. The main course and side dish were already finished, the only task left was for the white sauce on top. He was still grinning as he stirred the sauce.  Then he suddenly felt incredible pain in his stomach.

“Arghh!...” he shouted in pain. Quinn had already told him that cramps for males were worse than females because their body's reproductive function was more endowed than men. “Arghh!” he shouted again and rushed to his bedroom to get the pills Quinn had given him. He swallowed the pills and lay in his bed, suddenly tired of the work he had been doing. ‘Need rest. Need sleep' was his last thought before falling asleep.

He was suddenly awoken by the beeping sound that came outside his room. He instantly stood up and opened his door, when he was greeted by a black smoke and burnt odor filtering through the whole apartment. He immediately opened up all the windows around the apartment, assured that the small fire he had caused was detected and the kitchen sprinklers had already been turned on.

He didn't go to the kitchen to see the mess he had made, but he could still hear the droplets of waters from there. He was scared now. No, he was terrified. Flashbacks of the fire in his old house had suddenly occupied his mind; the fire that causes his moms death.

He dropped to his knees, and started crying loudly. “Mommy!” he cried loudly. “Mom…” he pleaded.

It was still clear in his mind, his mom trapped on the other side of the house, telling him to run, to get away from the fire. “Mommy… I'm sorry…” he wailed.

He needed someone; he needed something to ground him. He needed his dad. “Dad…” he sobbed as he pulled the phone from his back pocket.

He was just about to dial his phone when it rang in his hand, showing that Adam was calling. He accepted the call and heard Adam's voice on the other line.

“Happy birth—“ he didn't finish when he heard Kurt cry loudly into the phone.

“A… Adam… fi… fire… mommy…” he slurred. His whole body was still shaking from the memory of the trauma he had experienced before.

“Shit!” Kurt heard horns and screeching tires from the other line. “Are you okay? Kurt, where are you?” Adam asked anxiously.

“Ho… home…” he sobbed.

“I'll be there… don't hang up… talk to me…” he cooed, anxious about Kurt's state. He simultaneously talked to Kurt on the phone while pleading with the cab driver to drive faster. Within minutes he was rushing towards the apartment's door; grateful that he had already asked Kurt's address beforehand because he couldnt get any viable information with Kurt's current condition.

“Kurt… Open the door… I'm here… I'm here now… shh…” Adam said. Kurt cried loudly on the other end, but Adam heard feet padding on the tiled floor, and just waited for Kurt to open the door.

The door was open widely and Kurt came rushing towards him, gripping his shirt tightly as he cried loudly in his arms, face buried in his neck. “Scared… so scared…” he cried.

“It's okay…. Shh… it's okay…” he cooed to Kurt, rubbing both of his hands on his back, and went inside the apartment. The apartment was fortunately still in one piece except for the kitchen, he peeked over Kurt's shoulder and saw that the whole kitchen was wet and the floor was covered with water. The rest of the apartment was clean, though a burnt odor still lingered in the air. He ignored it in favor of  helping Kurt recover from his trance.

“No… baby… It's okay… I'm here, you're safe now, mommy is in better place,” he cooed to Kurt. He sat on the couch and let Kurt straddled his lap, Kurt's face was still buried in his shoulder, arms tightly looped around his neck. The position was entirely awkward and uncomfortable, but he let it be and continued murmuring assuring words to Kurt. “It's okay… shh…”

Blaine was in his own trance when he left the office. The smirk on his face never left him as he trudged to his apartment building. He was still grinning when he inserted his key in his door and unlocked it. He was still confident when he opened it and smelled the burnt food. ‘My hubby had a little accident, I see…' okay now he is just purely pathetic as he remembered their dinner date.

The smile instantly vanish, eyes grew dark, hands curled to fist as he saw a horrifying scene in front of him. His husband was curled up in another mans lap. Blaines blood was boiling as he slammed his briefcase into the wall opposite him causing the other man to face him.

“Get away from my husband!” he shouted on the top of his lungs as he marched towards living room.

Need to cut it, next scene on the next chapter.

OMG! This is the longest chapter I have written.

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I am never a fan of Blam!!! Kum yes! Never Blam…

Title Reference: Green Eyes – Blaine being the jealous of Kurt and Adam's relationship

Story Outline:

-Kurt attending Yoga with Adam instead of Blaine(deleted)

-Robbery Scene (changed to fire accident)

Scenes Included:

-Blaine didn't know Kurt's birthday

Story Reference:

-Baby its cold outside lyrics (if you know it, you should know where I used it)

- Kurt's addiction to scarves

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