"…And then he said we were kindred spirits or something."

Kurt gives his husband a look as they wait for the elevator to get to their floor. "Thats really creepy."

Blaines arms flop around. "Thats what I was thinking! I just dont know what to do about it."

"Tell the director to get rid of him on account of stalking or something."

"No, thats not really what I want to do," Blaine says, frowning. "I dont want to get the guy fired or anything. I dont think hes really stalking me, just… I dont know, a little excited."

Kurt glares at him as the elevator dings, the doors opening to their hallway. "Blaine, the guy tracked you down to your favorite bakery just so he could talk to you. I hate to break it to you, honey, but thats stalking." Kurt unlocks the front door and they step inside, shucking their heavy winter coats before Kurt starts talking again. "Look, honey, youre a Broadway star. You have to be on the lookout for people who try to be… a little too close."

Blaine sighs. "Yeah, I know. How about this: if he just happens to show up at some place Im at again, Ill call Mari, okay?"

Kurt smiles, leaning in for a kiss. "I dont want him to be fired; all I want is for you to be safe. If that means he gets fired for being creepy, well, then thats all on him."

"I love how protective you get." Blaine pulls Kurt closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and going in for another kiss.

"I love how insatiable you are," Kurt says, allowing Blaine to back him up against the front door and kissing him deeply. "Right here?"

"Why not?"