Blaine stood in the coffee shop waiting for his 'Medium Drip' to be prepared. The weather had an icey breathe and rain drizzled lightly outside. It was quite pleasent for winter, the feeling of feeling a fresh breeze, the damp smell and the warmth of coffee in the air of the shop. It was perfect and relaxing. But his mind still wandered to other places, to that night at the club where he met Kurt. It had been almost two weeks since his encounter and to say the least, since he had nothing to search for other than a name, he'd kind of given up hope. He could of tried harder to search, he went back to the club every night, whether it was to sing or not, and he had searched for Kurt's name but stopped himself after remembering the promise he made to him. One day, if we're meant to be, we'll meet again. The words echoed in his mind. He was actually putting his future in the hands of superstition. Blaine scoffed.

"One medium drip?"

His attention was back on the woman behind the counter, she smiled sweetly and he returned the favour as he collected his coffee, even paying had involved a lot of concentration until he finally stated for her to keep the change. It was driving him crazy. Turning on his heel, Blaine walked straight into another man, spilling half of his coffee down his own dark coat and scarf.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean-I-"

"Blaine?"

He knew that voice. That angelic voice. Raking his eyes up the other man's slender body, his eyes finally found the other man's.

"Kurt?" Grinning widely, Blaine tugged Kurt into a tight embrace, and to his relief, Kurt returned the gesture. When they released they both had longing gazes and ecstatic grins pasted on their faces.

After ordering and receiving a non-fat mocha (which Blaine insisted he pay for) and wiping most of the coffee from Blaine's coat and scarf, Kurt found himself sat at a mahogany table sipping coffee with the man he could never forget. Everything was perfect.

"So, is this your regular coffee shop?" Kurt asked inquisitively.

"Yeah, but I usually don't come in at this time, I usually come in a little earlier. That's probably why I haven't seen you here before" Blaine smiled into his cup as he took a hot gulp.

"Actually..." The corners of Kurt's mouth turned up into a knowing smirk, he continued. "I've never been in this shop before, this is my first time."

"I...you're kidding" Blaine's hazel eyes bored into Kurt's azure irises. They were glimmering with joy as he shyly shook his head, a tint of rosey pink spread across his cheeks and he showed his pristine white teeth in a warming smile. Blaine could only decribe him as flawless. So beautiful.

"Why, Blaine Anderson, you're blushing" Kurt spoke softly, the sheer sound of his voice sent chills through Blaine's physique. He was too busy admiring Kurt to come back with a clever and witty reply, instead he just bashfully batted his eyelashes and kept his vision on the table.

"Blaine" Kurt chimed faintly, capturing Blaine's gaze and captivating him with his own. "I know now..." He continued modestly "this is no longer a one time thing. We met unexpectedly, you came here at an unusual time and I just happened to walk in for the first time at the exact same moment. This was meant to happen." His reassuring tone was light hearted and truthful. He was right. Kurt was right. This was not a coincidence anymore, this was real and it was happening.

"Then in that case, may I take you on a date?" Blaine blushed deeper-if that was possible-as he fiddled with the coffee cup in his hands, the hot liquid stirring inside as he did. Coyly, Kurt's face split into a wide smile, again showing his perfect teeth, and causing the corners of his eyes to wrinkle as he giggled cutely. Composing himself, he nodded. The tinge of pink now stretched upon the tips of his ears and his face suddenly felt warm at the thought of this incredible man asking him out on a date.

"As much as I loved destiny deciding our next meeting, perhaps this Friday would be okay?"

"Absoloutly"

There was a moment of comfortable silence before their gazes stumbled across eachother, but this time, it was different. It was yearning. Kurt flicked his sight to Blaine's plump lips for a half a second, but it was long enough for Blaine to noticed. He edged in closer across the small polished table, his long lingers of his right hand coiling around the brim of the obsticle between them. Breathing deeply through his nose, Kurt followed suit, now only mere inches away from Blaine's chistled face. He drank in his light coat of stubble on his chin, his hair gelled with a few loose strands from the rain and his kind amber eyes.

"Gosh, you're so handsome" Kurt whispered absent mindedly, unaware of how shy he was becoming. Blaine's eyes were like magic, and Kurt simply couldn't help himself admiring how alluring there were. Slowly, Blaine released the table from his hand and cupped Kurt's strong jaw, stroking his thumb over the smooth skin. Gently, they pressed their lips together, moving slowly against eachother. Hands softly roaming the back of eachother's neck's and hairline. That was magical. They way their lips glided perfectly against one another, Blaine lacing his hand into the back of Kurt's soft hair and Kurt; lightly pressing his fingers into Blaine's shoulder and bicep.

Eventually, they parted, heart rated increasing and exchanging sweet smiles. The moments was sadly broken when Kurt caught a glance of the clock behind Blaine's head and mumbled something under his breathe about time being a mood killer. Blaine only smiled, relieving Kurt of any guilt he had for leaving so soon. He picked up his coat and wrapped his scarf around his neck, bringing himself to a standing posture, Blaine copied his actions (only with his slightly damp coffee stained clothing). He lead Kurt out with his hand on the small of his back and opened the door as a gentleman for Kurt to pass through before disposing their cups in the bin just outside of the shop. Inhaling the fresh air nervously, Blaine stood squarely infront of Kurt, biting his lip when Kurt arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Finally, the dark-haired man swallowed and began to speak slowly, gesturing a little with his hands.

"Kurt, I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but I know that I will always remember this moment. I'll remember spilling coffee all over myself, i'll remember the sound of rain outside of this very shop. I'll remember you."

Blaine's voice was quiet and honest, at some point through his speach, he had reached forward and entwined his fingers with Kurt's, and all Kurt could do was part his lips; staring longingly at Blaine's expression. He surged forward, capturing Blaine's breathe along with his own. His hand shooting straight to the back of his neck, willing him to push back into the more passionate kiss. Blaine groaned quietly into Kurt's lips, sending vibrations through his body, and Kurt hummed in response. Kurt parted his lips slightly, gladly accepting Blaine's slick tongue into his mouth. They explored eachother affectionatly; grazing teeth against lips and their tongues dancing with eachother. Kurt's hands still rested behind Blaine's neck as Blaine's rested on Kurt's hips, tugging him closer with his coat. Their noses brushed as they tilted angles.

When they pulled away, a single strand of saliva connected them before it snapped. Blaine looked upon his angel, his eyes still closed delicatly with his eyelashes curled across his upper cheek, his lips pink and slightly swollen from kissing, and a couple of locks of hair dangled and rested on his forehead. How could one person be this fascinating. Daintily, Blaine swept the loose strands of hair from his face causing the blue eyed angel to look at him innocently.

"I'll remember that quite well too." Blaine smirked. Kurt letting out a breathly chuckle, his fingers now seperated across Blaines cheeks gave him one last chaste kiss before surrendering his soft grip.

Realising it was only minutes before their second goodbye, Blaine reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. As Kurt opened it he smiled cutely. Written on it was his number, like most singletons would quickly scrawl after meeting someone, the only difference was that written above the numbers was Kurt's name, then written below it was the phrase 'I look forward to that day'.

"I kind of wrote it after I met you, I never knew when or if you would appear again so I just kept it with me at all times" Blaine chuckled, almost embarrassed. Kurt's eyes glazed over the phrase again, eyebrow quirking, indicating a sudden thought process.

"What day?"

"Everyday"

"Why's that?"

"For moments like these" Somehow Blaine was able to strike heartstrings with his words, he was supposed to be a stranger he watched sing in a club once but it felt as if Kurt had known him for a life time. It didn't matter if he told himself he was a player or that it was just some cheesey pick up line, Kurt wouldn't believe it, he couldn't because, simply put, it was genuine. It was magic. It was perfect.
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"There you are you little fags!" One of them yelled barging through the door almost dislodging it from it's hinges. He was broad and well built, his heavy steel-toed boots clanked on the floor as remaining glass shards fell from his clothes as he took a few more steps into the room. It was obvious he was the one to smash the window. Lighter clicking came from behind him, a woman. She strode in, clearly inspecting the surroundings of their home, even to the extent of picking up a picture frame on the bookshelf to the right of the door. She held it in he hand lazily, dragging her eyes over it through her balaclava. Looking back at the door, Blaine noticed another figure leant against the door frame, all three of them in matching black boots, masks and jackets. The man leant against the door frame differed from the first, he was tall and wirey, there wasn't much shape to him but Blaine could clearly describe him as the brains of the three. It wasn't the fact that he remained tight lipped and completely focused, it was his vicious eyes that screamed anger. Blaine tried to mentally list as many details as he could, gender, height, build, eye colour, hair colour if a lock or two was visible and voice. He could hear some rustling downstairs still, how many were there? More than three. There was no way he was going to be able to fight them off and still protect Kurt, let alone protect himself. Kurt.

Blaine switched his attention back to his husband, his eyes appeared vacant to any other person but Blaine knew. Kurt was glaring at the woman holding his prized photo frame, it usually stood proudly on the book case, just at the right angle to catch a glimmer of light during the sunrise.

Crash!

"Oops" The woman snickered at Kurt's horrified gasp once the frame had smashed against the laminate flooring. The man built like a house began to laugh heavily as Kurt began to squirm, releasing tiny whimpers as hot tears flooded his eyes.

"Daz. Shut the fuck up." The woman, 'Daz' and Kurt stopped dead at the icey sound of his voice. It pierced through any persona, reducing Kurt to a lifeless manequin. Fear shot through Blaine's veins, but he couldn't bring himself to tell Kurt. He held him close and pressed the corner of his mouth to his angel's temple, burying him in calming words.

"Well isn't that the most adorable thing you've ever seen" Smiling sinisterly, the slim man took painfully slow strides towards the pair. "I bet you two have been together for a while, exactly how long?" His attempt to almost seem friendly was sickening. Both Blaine and Kurt sat staring blankly at him, entwined with their limbs together.

"I asked a fucking question!" He growled fiercly. This only made Blaine and Kurt grow more inccapable of speech, but Kurt was struggling to regulate his breathing, Blaine had to do this.

"I..." As soon as he had plucked up the courage to speak, it had disappeared the moment he locked eyes with the devil stood before him.

"Seth, they're not worth it" The woman spoke rolling her eyes at his persistance.

"I haven't got all day. How. Long?" 'Seth' spoke firmly. Blaine swallowed around the sudden golf ball in his throat.

"Seven years" Kurt piped up quickly, his voice flat and trying to hide the various emotions running through him.

The trio cooed them, sarcasticly giving sympathy and flattery, mocking them. And that's when Kurt regretted his next characteristic move, he'd rolled his eyes dramatically.

Silence.

An excruciating scream drilled into the atmosphere until became muffled and desperate. Kurt had been torn away from Blaine and dragged him by his hair to the corner of the room where he had stepped on the glass of the broken frame. Another wave of painful yelps engulfed Blaine's ears. he had lurched forward the second he felt Kurt being mangled from his grasp, only ending in him being shoved to the ground by Daz. Blaine's head pounded from the impact with the bed post causing him to suck sharply through his teeth. When his vision finally focused, he witnessed exactly what he said would never happen. Kurt's arms strained against Seth's grip over his mouth, hushing him of his screams. Blaine's eyes shot down to their feet where Kurt stood barefoot, obviously in pain from the glass he'd stood on. But what finally broke Blaine was the sight of the sharp silver blade hovoring above Kurt's adam's apple, just below his chin. Blaine ignored the seering pain in his head and stood up immediatly.

"So sweetheart. Where's the seven year's worth of jewellery?" Helplessness swallowed Blaine, he couldn't watch his beautiful Kurt suffer this much, he refused to put him in danger and he'd completely failed him. His eye's met with Kurt's ghosted face, tear tracks stained his face and he shook violantly in fear. Seth's eyebrows raised at Blaine as he waited for an answer, inching the blade closer to Kurt, compelling him to squeeze his eyes shut tight.

"The bottom corner cabinate in the kitchen" It seemed as if almost an eternity had passed, but only milliseconds before the next slowing moments arrived.

"Good boy. You can start by giving my friend Cassie here" He nudged his head towards her before continuing. "that beautiful wedding ring of your's. And I'd suggest you convince Honeybear here to do the same, otherwise, my fingers might slip" He spoke sternly, his voice still rich with the avalanche of power. Blaine flinched, numbly twisting his ring around his wedding finger without realising. Seth must of thought he was mulling it over or devising a plan; urging him to push the knife against the pale skin of Kurt's cheeks. The surface of his face broke easily, a single red line decorating his face, now with a trickle of the crimson liquid mixing into the tears that had been there before.

Quickly, Blaine pulled off his ring and thrust it towards the masked woman, Cassie. She cheerfully accepted it and slid it into her dark pocket. All pairs of eyes shot to Kurt, still taking shallow breathes through his nose. Kurt searched Blaine's face for some sort of sign to tell him to scream or fight or resist or something! But it never came. Blaine just looked at him with apoligetic eyes, giving a subtle nod to him. Without any need for instruction, Kurt reluctantly stopped clawing at Seth's arm and slip off his white gold wedding ring. The sudden intake of breathe signally another flood of tears only came when Cassie snatched the ring from him.

"Now let's play a game" Seth cackled. Daz's face split into an earie grin from the other side of Cassie (whom was now childishly clapping her hands). "The more one of you resists our orders, the more decorations your husband will get" Blaine's jaw clenched. Seth then gave Cassie a wink.

"Rule one: no screaming, yelling or sounds willing to attract...unwanted attention, if so, one of you will be punished, and the other will be forced to watch"

"Rule two:" Daz continued for her. "You will not try to escape, one of you will be in sight at all times, if one of you runs, the other will die" Tears prickled Blaine's eyes as Seth took over.

"And finally rule three: if we ask you to do something, you do it. No matter how much you don't want to, you will obey otherwise we will not kill the love of your lives. We will torture them until they wished they were dead."

"And even then we won't give them the satisfactio" Daz chimed in. Blaine was succumbed with anger.

"You bastards!" Blaine bellowed, features filled with fustration, and taking a step forward until Daz held a hand up towards him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Ah-ah-ah. Rule number one" Cassie sang pointing her forefinger. Blaine's eyes widened. Seth's mouth turned up for a wide smile. And then he did it. He bit Kurt's neck, hard. Teeth marks bruised his tender skin, after hearing his desperate muffled cries, he sank his incisors in deeper.

"No! Stop! Please!" His pleas went unnoticed until he started towards Kurt and Seth, soon to be restrained by Daz. He fought against him for a couple of minutes until he remembered what the 'game' was. Behave. Seth finally freed him of his teeth and swiftly slashed another 'decoration' just below Kurt's other one, which had now stopped bleeding thanks to the clot of dried blood.

"Strike two already and we've got a long while to go. Keep it up and you'll have nothing left to fondle"

Blaine stood there in the arms of Dez, his legs barely holding him up anymore. It didn't matter how many reassuring and loving glances Kurt threw him. This was his fault. It was his fault they didn't go to their dinner reservations. It was his fault they didn't end up booking that spa and hotel for the night. It was his fault that Kurt was gasping for breathe, knife at his throat, teeth marks haunting his neck and two shallow red cuts on his right cheek.

After forever-lasting seconds passed, Kurt and Blaine were being lead downstairs to the kitchen when something caught his eye.

The photo frame. It was dull and dead from the lack of joy and light that usually matched their bedroom. The photo was of them. Exactly four years ago when they'd got married, both smartly dressed in their tuxedos, only kurt had a satin top hat on. He remembered the moment when they shot the photo, they were supposed to look at the camera to make it look professional, but kurt had told him a joke and kept making him laugh. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled as a wide smile spread across his lips, halfway through laughter, Kurt's perfect pose had been broken as soon as he'd told that joke. There was no way only one of them was going to be childish in the photo so he had wrapped his arm around Blaine's shoulder and crinkled his nose and lips so that he was kissing Blaine's cheek. It was Kurt's favourite photo. No. Blaine thought.

It is Kurt's favourite photo.