Blaine was standing at the oven, watching the bacon for his and Sam's dinner sizzling in its pan, when he heard the front door clattering open, fast footsteps down the hall and turned just in time for Kurt to throw himself into his arms. As he wrapped his arms tightly around the shaking boy, salt tears slicking the crook of his neck, Quinn walked into the room, her face set in stone. "Someone tried to attack Kurt in my apartment," she said, and Blaine felt the bottom drop out of his stomach.

He pushed Kurt away, running his eyes frantically over every inch of the boy dabbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly. "Did they hurt you? What the hell happened?"

Kurt opened his mouth to answer, but dissolved into tears once more. He gulped and whimpered as he slowly gained control of himself and, voice quavering and thick with tears, whispered, "You'd only just left and the door was unlocked. I was making myself a grilled cheese and thinking about you when I heard footsteps and a glass shattered against the counter right next to me. I turned around and there was this huge guy standing there, with a mask and a baseball bat and a knife in his other hand. He told me not to scream and to let him tie me up and take me to the hospital so they could 's-suck the abomi-abomination out of me', but I screamed, I screamed your name in case you were still there but you weren't, and he was so angry. He threw the knife and it cut my arm but didn't stick, and he was coming at me with this crazy look in his eye and raising the bat and I ran, I grabbed Pav so he wouldn't get hurt and hid in Quinn's closet, and after a while he gave up on finding me and left, so I came out and he'd left a note, saying it wasn't over and he'd be back to get me and either force me into an abortion or beat me until the baby died." The tears coursed down his cheeks and he collapsed against Blaine, fingers curling desperately into the front of his shirt.

"Thank God you're both okay," Blaine murmured, blinking back the tears burning behind his eyes, letting Kurt cling to him, curving a hand around Kurt's side, fingertips finding the slight swell of his belly, horrified by how close he'd come to losing both of them. "You are not staying there after this. I need you here, you're safe with me."

"I have to agree, Kurt," Quinn said, face pinched and scared. "As much as I would love to keep you around, after this, it's too dangerous. Here there will always be someone in the house to keep you protected, and the security is much better. If you stay with me and something happens, I'll only have myself to blame, and I couldn't live with myself if something horrible happened to you or the baby and I wasn't there to stop it."

Kurt shook in Blaine's arms, burying his face in his shoulder, but Blaine felt the vibration of him saying something and gently raised his head, brushing away the shining tear tracks with his thumbs. "I don't want to be around Sebastian," he murmured, voice a little higher than usual with lingering sobs.

"I know, baby, I know," Blaine said softly, rubbing Kurt's back slowly, up to his shuddering shoulders, trying to soothe him. "I will tell him, I promise, I'll confront him and ask him to lay off, and maybe Sam can go over to his place for business instead of him coming here so you'll hardly have to be around him. Please come back here, I can keep you safe. I can't lose you, I don't know what I'd do without you."

Quinn smiled encouragingly at him, proud of his maturity, and Kurt nodded with a small smile through his tears, throwing himself back into Blaine’s arms, turning his head to meld their mouths in a sweet kiss, Blaine bending down to let Kurt stand on perfectly flat feet for a change, smiling against Kurt’s mouth. “Honestly, boys, get a room,” Quinn said fondly, and Blaine broke away momentarily to see her taking over the cooking, cracking an egg into another frying pan. “Hey, I’ll make French toast with bacon and eggs if you two get out of here and go continue that kiss in a bedroom rather than in this kitchen, so unsanitary!”

“You sound like Rachel when Brittany and Santana first got together,” Blaine said with a grimace, and Quinn scowled at him, waving the spatula threateningly in his direction as Blaine slid an arm around Kurt’s waist and spirited him from the room, lifting him into his arms as soon as they were into the hall.

“How sweet,” came a saccharine observation, and Blaine narrowed his eyes as he looked up to see Sebastian, strolling towards them, eyes contemptuous on Kurt. “Isn’t he getting a little heavy for you, Blaine, with all that extra weight around his waist and thighs?” Kurt hid his face in Blaine’s shoulder, and Blaine felt the telltale shake in his shoulders signalling oncoming tears, and his underlying protective instincts roared up in his chest.

“Lay off, you bastard!” he snapped at him. Sebastian appeared taken aback, eyes wide, that Blaine would ever consider taking him on. “Don’t you dare talk to him like that. You’re causing stress to my pregnant lover and if anything happens you’ll have the life of an innocent child on your head. Also, do you know anything about someone who called my cell to threaten Kurt, and a minute or two later someone attacked him in Quinn’s apartment with the intention of dragging him to the hospital for an abortion or killing the baby?”

Sebastian visibly paled, eyes popping out of his head. “I didn’t have anything to do with it, I promise, God, I’m so sorry that that happened, and I’ll stay away,” he promised in one breath, turning on his heel and leaving. Blaine cast him a doubtful look, but held Kurt a little closer and kissed his forehead, walking carefully up the stairs with Kurt’s head pillowed warmly on his shoulder.

He didn’t hesitate to take Kurt into his room, even though he wanted Kurt to keep a room to himself so he could have the privacy and the quiet space to think everything through, laying him carefully onto the bed and kneeling to take off first Kurt’s shoes and socks then his own, laying the pairs side by side on the carpet and sliding onto the bed next to Kurt, sliding an arm around him and pulling him close. “I’m so glad you’re here with me,” he whispered against the side of Kurt’s neck, kissing just beneath his ear, warm and sweet.

“Thank you for telling Sebastian off for insulting me,” Kurt murmured, turning his head slightly to give Blaine a glimpse of his dazzling smile. “You’re making up for everything. Slowly, but surely, you’re making me want to trust you again.” He rolled over to face Blaine, cupping a hand over his unshaven cheek and sliding the other down his side, slipping beneath his shirt to run his fingers through the trail of dark hair on Blaine’s abdomen, disappearing below the waistband of his jeans. “Will you make love to me?”

Blaine smiled and lifted himself up onto one elbow, leaning down to kiss Kurt, meaning it to be gentle and easing them in while he turned over ideas of what he could do, how he could apologise to Kurt for not taking the chance to run back up to the apartment and protect him from the threats hissed into his ear by a stranger's voice, but Kurt's breath came in a hot, ragged gasp against his lips and he wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him down on top of him, pressing his tongue insistently between Blaine's lips until they parted for Kurt's tongue to slide inside, gently exploring his mouth. "Is it okay for me to lie on top of you like this, with the baby?" Blaine asked softly, pulling away momentarily and feeling his cock twinge in his jeans at the sight of Kurt already looking so debauched, pupils dark and glassy and dilated, a flush creeping up his neck and into his cheeks and his chest rising rapidly with every rough pant.

"It's fine, as long as you're not too rough," Kurt promised, twining their fingers together before swiftly unbuttoning Blaine's shirt, pushing it gently off his arms, sliding his hands down his own chest and pulling his shirt over his head as Blaine watched the slow reveal of the long, pale torso he knew so well, the new curve of the growing baby bump warm beneath his mouth when he bent to press long kisses against the stretched skin, sliding his lips up and over Kurt's nipples until they were damp with saliva, tight and pink against his flushing chest. "Mmm, God, Blaine, you feel so good. I'd almost forgotten."

"I know, we haven't really made the time to do this properly in a while," Blaine observed, a little guiltily. "Let me take this slow. I'll make you feel good, I feel so bad for not doing it in so long." Kurt nodded eagerly, a smile creeping over his face only to be stifled by Blaine's lips crashing against his, Blaine's hands framing his face and coaxing him upright, his legs twined around Blaine's waist and the long, hard line of Blaine's cock pressing up against him through his sweats, making him groan and arch as Blaine kissed down the perfectly flawless column of his neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin and leaving marks.

Kurt hummed into their next kiss, pulling Blaine back down, hands sliding down between them to work his jeans open and push them down with his feet, scrabbling at them until they were crumpled on the bed for Blaine to kick aside, easily pushing down his boxers and leaning up over Kurt, sliding his hands down Kurt's thighs beneath his sweats and sliding the pants off him, a shudder of excitement running down his spine as he caught Kurt's lack of underwear. "Oh, Blaine, kiss me while you finger me, God, you make me feel so good, I'm so crazy for you," Kurt babbled a little, and Blaine smiled as he leant up for a kiss, trailing a hand over Kurt's bump and sliding two fingers into him, revelling in the arch of Kurt's body and his keening against Blaine's lips. "Oh, ohh, oh yes, yes, Blaine!"

Taking Kurt's whimpers and his clawing at his back as he sign that he wanted and wanted now, Blaine lined himself up and pushed into him, kissing him to capture his desperate scream and keep the entire house from hearing what was only his. "Mine," he growled in Kurt's ear, capturing his earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently.

Kurt let out a shrill moan and wrapped his legs around Blaine's waist, rocking into him in time with Blaine's thrusts, until he screamed out and came hot and wet around Blaine, squeezing him tightly as Blaine came with a groan of, "Kurt, God!"

"I meant it, you know," Kurt said softly as they lay in bed afterwards, cleaned up and showered and curled up against each other, warm and sated and bare skin against bare skin. "I am crazy for you." He squeezed Blaine's hand where their fingers were entwined and softly asked, "Where do you see us going from here?"

"Ultimately, I'd want to be there for you, in any capacity you wanted, to help you raise the baby, financial support and another pair of hands and someone to take the night time feeds when you need to catch up on sleep," Blaine answered softly, playing his fingers against Kurt's sides. "I'd be there for you, whether you needed a friend or a lover."

"What about a boyfriend?" Kurt asked, voice quieter than Blaine had ever heard, nervous and shaky and high. Blaine looked at him for a moment, and some part of him wanted to roll over, curl up, shut Kurt out and promise to talk about it in the morning while avoiding it forever, but he had vowed to stop doing such things if Kurt would only come back to his arms.

"I think I could try to be there as a boyfriend," he said hesitantly, eyes steady on Kurt's face, watching for his reaction. "I think I could try and get some practice in right now, if you wanted to." Kurt's entire being seemed to glow a little brighter, face splitting into a dazzlingly joyful smile as he threw himself at Blaine, into a warm hug, and Blaine smiled into the crook of his neck, holding him close, heart growing and warming and beating a little faster with Kurt in his arms like this. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

"I'd like that," Kurt whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss and curling into Blaine, his bump warm beneath Blaine's hand as he raised Blaine's other hand to his lips and kissed each finger and his palm. He was asleep within a minute, soft breaths and quiet murmurs, and Blaine smiled into Kurt's hair, kissing the back of his neck before settling down to sleep with him.