Weeks passed. Every night Kurt played the same play. It felt amazing, standing on the stage and getting the applause for what he did. It made him feel so loved and appreciated. Blaine had come every once a week to cheer for him and Kurt loved it when he waited for him by the door. It made him feel safe and it was needed.

Ever since the opening night, there was a bouquet of black roses waiting for him on his make-up table. It crept him out!

He didn't want Blaine to know it though. He didn't want Blaine to worry now he was back in the studio and working on their next album.

Beside, nothing terrible had yet happened, didn't it?

It was the last performing night of the week. Kurt was busy with removing his last make-up. The bouquet black roses was laying in the bin near the corner, glaring at him the whole time.

His phone trembled on the side of his desk. A new message from Blaine. Kurt smiled and opened the text. Hey baby, when will you be home? I'm making dinner. Xoxo Blaine.

Kurt couldn't wipe the smile from his face while he replied. Hey Blaine, I'm almost done. Be home in ten I think. Depends on the traffic and fans outside. I hurry though. Love you. Xoxo Kurt ps. A hint on what we eat?

Kurt stepped into his own clothes when his phone trembled again. It's a surprise. You have to come home to know ;) see you in a bit. Love you 2 xoxo Blaine.

Kurt looked one last time around if he had everything before leaving the room.

There were only a few fans waiting tonight. Kurt thanked a god he didn't believe in for it. It was nice to have fans waiting outside, don't get him wrong but it was also nice to be home early and to spend a night with Blaine on the couch watching movies and just relax.

Kurt signed the first few papers and went on a few pictures until he came across the last one. Without looking up he took the paper.

“So for who may I sign this?”

The voice was too known for him. “David, David Karofsky.”

Kurt almost let the paper fall but signed it anyway. He didn't look up though. He didn't want to look into those eyes. “Here you go. Have a fun night.”

Without a look back, he jumped into the waiting car and asked the car to drive home as fast as he could.

Blaine checked the chicken in the oven. His vegetables were in the wok together with some rice. He knew Kurt would love this and it wasn't too heavy food after a whole night standing on stage.

Blaine hummed along with the radio. He gave the clock a last view. It wouldn't  take long now until Kurt was home. The table was already ready. On top of it stood a vase with red roses. A few candles were lit through the room. He had opened the curtains so they could look over the city.

He hoped Kurt would love it.

The door opened a few minutes later. The food was already waiting on the table. Blaine waited for some sign like a sigh or just something to indicate how Kurt thought about it. He didn't expect the broken “Blaine” though.

Blaine rushed out of the kitchen. Kurt was literally trembling on his legs. Blaine saw a little red around his eyes before he wrapped his arms around Kurt. “Baby, what's wrong?”

Kurt just sobbed a little before clutching on Blaine like it was his life line. Blaine leaded him towards the couch. Kurt sat down on his lap and curled around him. Blaine wrapped his arms around him tightly.

After a few minutes of silence, Blaine couldn't take it anymore. “Talk to me baby. I can't help if you don't tell me what's going on and you kind of freak me out.”

Kurt tried to take a deep breath before he spoke. “Karofsky.”

Blaine remembered him from the few stories Kurt let slip from his high school life. “What about him?”

“He is here. In New York. He was waiting for me after the show.”

Blaine hugged him a little tighter. “I won't let him come near you. You know that right? If I need, I'll even come to every show just to keep you safe. And it's weekend now so he won't come near of you.”

Kurt just shook his head. “You can't keep me safe always Blaine. There is this other thing though.”

Blaine looked a little confused but waited for Kurt to tell him. “You remember the first night of the shows?”

Blaine nodded his head against Kurt's. “Yeah, I still remember. Why?”

“Well, you remember then those black roses that came when we were about to leave. I haven't been that honest with you though.”

Blaine frowned at that. “Every night I got the same new bouquet Blaine. Every freaking night it's laying in the bin, staring at me like it's got some bad spell on it.”

Blaine started to panic a little. “Kurt, why didn't you tell me?”

Hurt was all evidence on his face. “I didn't want to worry you Blaine. You have so much going on always and you're always there for me. I thought I could handle it on my own and I just thought it was some stupid prank but now I saw Karofsky and I'm scared. I don't know what to do anymore.”

Kurt was fully crying now. “Oh baby, it will all get better.”

Blaine rubbed his back in a try to calm him. “We should contact the police though if there are flowers again on Monday. It's stupid we didn't get all of them though, it would be so much better evidence. And Kurt, I'll be coming to all your shows ok? You won't have to face this on your own. I make sure he doesn't come a meter close to you!”

Kurt nodded in his chest. It took twenty minutes before Kurt was so exhausted that he fell asleep on Blaine's shoulder. The only evidence of the crying were the dried tears on his cheeks and the wet shoulder Blaine had.

Blaine slowly removed himself from the wrap Kurt had around his waist. He blew out all the candles before carrying Kurt upstairs. The food long forgotten.

The weekend had been difficult for both of them. Kurt didn't want to go outside in case they walked across him and Blaine never let Kurt walk away too far from his eyes, just so he knew Kurt was still there safe with him.

They had tried to watch some movies and play some music but neither of them was really there with their thoughts.

All Kurt could think about is why now. He had figured out his life pretty well. He was going to marry Blaine, he even wanted children with him and that was something he had never wanted before. He wanted the house and the kids and the husband and the family. He just wanted it all and now he finally was so close to his dream with his big show and he had to come along. The words: I'll always find you, no matter where you are, were playing in his head over and over again.

Blaine on the other hand was just scared for Kurt. He didn't care the guy was in town. As long as he kept a long distance from the boy he loved. He would do anything about it to keep him safe. He had contacted Wes, Jeff and David though that he wouldn't be going in the studio for the next few days. There was no way he would leave Kurt on his own in this.

It was Monday. Tonight was a new show. Kurt had woken up pretty late and was welcomed with Blaine cuddles close against him. “Good morning baby. How are you feeling?”

“I'm fine. How are you?” Kurt pulled a little closer from Blaine.

“I'm alright.” Blaine pressed a kiss against his forehead. “So I know we kind of avoided this the whole weekend but tonight is another show.”

Kurt nodded. “I know.”

“So I'm coming tonight to the show. There is no way I let you go alone. I'll even stay in your backstage room until you are back. Is that ok with you?”

Kurt nodded against his chest. “Yeah that's fine by me. Thank you.”

Kurt pressed a kiss above Blaine's heart. “You would do the same baby. Let's get some late brunch. Shall we?”

Kurt just took Blaine's hand in his and leaded him towards the kitchen. They made breakfast together. The atmosphere around them light. They made eggs and sausages. Blaine made fresh orange juice and coffee.

They ate their breakfast on the couch, all cuddled up with some silly film on their television. It was a nice change before the storm would come.

Blaine leaded Kurt out of the car. It was a good thing the paparazzi had cut back when they realised that Blaine would only come once a week and on random days. There were only a few left who didn't want to give up and get as many pictures as possible from the couple.

Blaine wrapped his arm tightly around Kurt his waist. He looked around just in case he saw the face he had only seen ever on a picture. Nothing so far. He leaded Kurt through the backdoor.

Inside were people running around, trying to get ready on time. Blaine followed Kurt through it all. How he did his make-up, how his hair was done and when he had to change his clothes. A few more minutes were left before the show was about to start.

Blaine peered from beside the curtains, trying to see the familiar face but it was way too dark. Kurt pulled him back towards his dressing room. “I have to go up. Will you be fine here all on your own?”

Blaine just nodded. “Yeah, nothing to worry about baby.”

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist before pressing a last kiss on his lips, careful not to mess with his make-up. Kurt let go of him first and walked outside, ready to hit the stage.

The show went great. Once Kurt stood on stage he forgot all about his worries. He just gave his all.

Meantime in the backstage room, Blaine looked around and played a few games on his phone.

He saw Kurt a few seconds in the break before he had to run back and get ready to go on stage. Blaine waited patiently tough.

Before he knew it, he heard the applause and he knew Kurt would be there soon. Blaine stood up and walked towards the hallway, waiting for when Kurt came back.

It didn't take long before Kurt ran towards him. He was wrapped into a hug before he could realise it. “So how did the show go?”

“It went great. Just like always.”

Blaine was glad to see the smile back on Kurt his face. “I'm glad it went good. Let's get you ready so we can go home, shall we?”

Kurt nodded and tugged him inside his room. Kurt was hallway through his make-up routine when there was a knock on the door. Kurt tensed so Blaine walked towards the door to open it.

Outside stood a delivery guy. Inside his hands was a bouquet of black roses. Blaine looked up at the man. “These are for Kurt Hummel.”

Blaine looked back to the roses. “Oh we know. May I ask you If you know from who these are?”

Blaine looked up to see the man shake his head. “No, I'm sorry sir. They are ordered by phone cal.”

“Ok, no problem. Thank you.” Blaine took the roses and lay them on the table.

He looked around them, looking for a clue but nothing was there. He turned around towards Kurt who still stood frozen. “Baby?”

Kurt looked up at him. “We have to go to the police.” Kurt just nodded.

There were a lot of fans waiting outside. Blaine just wanted to go. He had the bouquet in his hands but Kurt didn't want him to let those people stay there for nothing.

He signed most papers and took a few pictures before they jumped into the car. Blaine hadn't seen David though. It was a good thing if you asked him.

The car drove them towards the police station. Blaine took Kurt his hand before stepping inside.

A man with a long moustache was sitting behind the desk. He looked up at both men before looking at the flowers in Blaine his hand. “Good evening sirs, what may I do for you this late?”

Blaine was the first one to speak. “We like to declare something.”

The man leaded them towards a small room in the back. After the desk sat another man. He was younger than the other and had a beard.

It was like he didn't notice they sat down in front of him as he was typing on his computer. It took five minutes before he looked up. “Good evening sirs. My name is agent Jones. What may I do for you?”

Blaine held out his hand. “My name is Blaine Anderson and this is my fiancé Kurt Hummel.”

The man showed a little recognition in his eyes. “The Blaine Anderson?”

“Yes that would be me … I guess.”

The man chuckled. “So how can I help you?”

Blaine squeezed Kurt his hand. It was the first time he spoke through it all. “I don't know where to begin to be honest.”

Blaine saw the struggle he had so he sat a little closer towards him and wrapped him in a hug. “It will all be ok baby. Just start from the opening night?”

Kurt nodded and looked back at the agent. “I'm playing in the Broadway show the Phantom of the opera since a few weeks. I had played the whole show and it went amazing. I went back after the show towards my dressing room with Blaine when there was a bouquet of black roses delivered. I mean who would deliver black roses? And every night since then I've had the same bouquet around the same time.”

The agent typed on his computer what he heard. Blaine placed the bouquet with black roses on the bureau. “These are the ones he got tonight. I asked the delivery guy if he knew from who they came but apparently he always calls and never tells them who he is.”

“So it is a man?” The agent looked at Blaine.

“Well we think so. There is this bully from Kurt his past that is in New York right now. We know because he was waiting for him outside for an autograph. We're not sure if it is him though.”

The agent nodded and typed some more on the computer. “Any idea from where the flowers come?”

It was Kurt who answered the question. “Rosestown. It's a small flower show in New York, not really well known.”

The agent nodded and typed some more. “We're going to keep the flowers as evidence and we are going to contact the shop and ask them some questions so we can try to found out who sent those flowers. Maybe he pays by credit card or something and we can figure out that way.”

The agent looked at Kurt now. “Now, I have to ask you to keep all the bouquets. I know you probably threw away all the others, I would do the same but we need them as evidence. With good luck, the shop still has the orders. Hopefully we can figure out this soon.”

Blaine nodded. “So is there any way we can keep Kurt protected. I know it are just flowers right now but I don't want to think about what worse can happen. Who knows who is behind that. I can't imagine something happening to him.”

The agent shook his head. “I'm sorry. This is as much as I can do for now. Maybe once we have more evidence or more news.”

Blaine became a little mad. “So you mean this isn't enough? What do you mean more evidence? Does he has to get hurt before you are going to protect him.”

“Blaine.” Kurt his hand was over his now. “You need to breath sweetie. They are doing all they can right now. No need to get mad.”

Blaine took a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry.”

The agent just shrugged. “It's no problem. I would react the same if it would be about my wife. I'll keep you guys up to date though. On which number I can contact you?”

Blaine left all the needed contact data behind. Before he left, he looked one more time back to agent Jones. "Sir?" The man looked up. "I would like to keep this down. No paparazzi and leaks please. Ok?" The man just nodded before going back to work.

That night, the boys went to sleep early. Cuddled close against each other. Both relaxing by knowing the other was still there.

It was late in the afternoon, just when they were about to leave for the next show when Blaine's mobile phone went off.

The number was unknown. “Hello, Blaine Anderson speaking.”

“Hello sir, you are talking with agent Jones. We have some more news. Is it possible to come to the office.”

Blaine looked at Kurt. “Can we come after the show? Kurt can't bail now and I'm not letting him go alone.”

“Sure. I'll see you both later.” Blaine lay in before taking Kurt his hand. “We have to go to the office later. But for now you have a show to play and we'll be late if we don't leave like right now. Common baby.”

It was later that night when they were sitting in the office. Kurt was sitting close to Blaine who had another bouquet of black roses on his lap.

Agent Jones came to sit down in front of them. “Good evening sirs, thanks for coming over. I have some news to share though and I see you brought a new bouquet.”

Blaine nodded. “Yeah this one is from tonight.”

Blaine give it to the man. “I don't think you'll like the news though.”

The agent lay the bouquet after him. He looked back at Kurt. “Did you ever notice how many roses there were?”

Kurt shook his head a little confused. “No not really I'm sorry. Why?”

The agent placed his hands in his hair. “Well we got in contact today with the shop and we got the orders from her.”

The agent took the map on his desk and opened it so he could show them the orders. “I've looked over these a few times and every time there is one thing that catch my eye. It's like every week our mysterious man orders a rose less.”

Blaine and Kurt looked both confused towards the agent. “I've checked it with your play. I'm not one hundred percent sure but it looks like our mysterious person is doing a countdown.”

Blaine looked now even more confused towards the man. “A countdown to what?”

Kurt took a sharp breath and everyone looked at him. “To the end of the show, isn't it?”

The agent looked back at him. “Yes, to the end of the show.”