Chapter 62 - Oh my God?

Kurt and Blaine were back at the condo enjoying a quiet New Year's day on the couch. "I'm still so freaking tired." Kurt whined as he yawned loudly.

"That's what happens when I make you do all the work." Blaine giggled, kissing him on the forehead.

"At least I can sit comfortably today." Kurt winked at Blaine.

"I'm happy to be in a little discomfort today as long as it was you who caused it." Kurt curled into Blaine's side sighing. Their lips met in a lazy kiss. As their lips parted, Kurt yawned again. "Why don't you nap while I watch football and then we can go out to eat.

"'kay. Thanks." Blaine scooted down on the couch so that he was lying on his back and Kurt was on his side resting on Blaine's chest. In his sleep, Kurt tangled his legs with Blaine's and settled even further burrowing into Blaine's chest. Blaine just stared at Kurt's long and lean form melded against his body. Kurt was perfect and strong. His biceps were tugging at the tight fitting tee shirt he wore. Kurt was so attractive. If he weren't gay, women would line up for his strong arms and perfect blue eyes. Blaine felt lucky as he hugged Kurt tightly with one arm.

The game faded in the background as sleep took over Blaine. The sounds just memories as he melted into Kurt's warm body. When they awoke it was dark outside. "Kurt." Blaine whispered. "Kurt wake up." Blaine glanced at his watch that he could only see with help from the glow of the television. "Kurt, it's six o'clock. We should get dressed and go get dinner."

Kurt cracked and eye open, barely comprehending the darkness that surrounded him. "When did it get dark?"

"It's six. I fell asleep too. I guess I was more tired than I thought I was." Kurt nuzzled into Blaine's neck not wanting to lose the moment. Blaine hummed at the gesture, "We need to get something to eat."

Kurt whined, but knew they had to eat. His stomach was getting ready to talk. "Fine. We can leave the wonderful warmth of our couch. Or your grandparents couch... or whatever."

"No. I have a better idea. Let's order some Chinese food for delivery." Blaine stood up to grab a menu from the drawer in the kitchen. "Then we can stay on the warm couch."

"Yes. Perfect." Kurt sat up and stretched. When Blaine came back into the room, he caught a glimpse of Kurt's perfect alabaster skin between his waistband and where his shirt crawled up from him stretching. Blaine bent down immediately and kissed the exposed skin.

"I love when your skin peeks out like that. It's smooth and teasing. It's like the land before the forbidden destination."

Kurt laughed. "You're so silly. What am I going to do with you?"

"I could think of things." Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips chastely as he handed Kurt the menu and leaned over the flick the lamp on.

"Light and food. That's what I need right now. Other things will have to wait." Kurt perused the menu. "I want a meal thing with wonton soup and those crunchy wantons and moo goo gai pan and rice."

Blaine laughed at the list that Kurt just spurted out. "You must be hungry."

"I'm starved and all that stuff is part of the meal thing."

"When I call, should I call it the meal thing?"

"You can call it what you want, but when it's delivered, it better be the meal thing." Kurt's diva responded.

Blaine couldn't resist pulling Kurt to him for another kiss and a hug. "You are too cute. I've never seen you this hungry before. Must be all the hard work you did last night. Worked up your appetite."

"Perhaps it did." Kurt smirked thinking about last night's sex.

Blaine pulled out his cell phone and ordered for delivery putting the order under Anderson. Kurt curled into Blaine's side again as they waited for the food to get there. "I know you hate football. Is there something you want to watch?"

"Oh, go ahead and watch football. You never really get to and now the season's almost over. I'll just stare at you while you watch." The rested contently as they waited. Kurt curled his hand into Blaine's and held it on his chest. He stared at the rings that rested on their fingers and how their fingers entwined together. Kurt's fingers were lean and long, Blaine were shorter and darker. They complemented each other in so many ways. They were a sort of opposite in looks, but it was their interest that really worked for them. Kurt brought Blaine's hand to his lips and kissed the ring he had put there then fanned out their hands. Blaine started to watch now as Kurt laid their palms against each other and his fingers extended beyond Blaine's. Kurt smiled. While Blaine might have been the more athletic and manly of the pair, Kurt was talled and his hands were bigger. Kurt noticed Blaine watching. "We complement each other."

Blaine's eyes twinkled. "Yes we do. I love you." He said it like it was just a reminder to Kurt.

"I love you too." He rested their clasped hands back down to his chest and looked up at the TV.

In about twenty minutes they got a call from the door man that the delivery man was coming up. "Let's just sit on the floor by the coffee table. It'll be nice to just relax and eat." Blaine waited for the doorbell and when it finally rang, he got up. "I'll just bring the food straight in here. Can you get napkins and drinks, Baby?"

"Okay. I'll get the drinks and napkins." Kurt proceeded to the kitchen walking past the door as Blaine went to open it.

Neither was prepared for who they saw when Blaine opened the door. Blaine's eyes shot open wide and he gasped. The air completely left his body and he thought he might faint right at that moment. It was numbing to see the person standing in front of him. "Oh my God! What are you doing here! You should be in prison!" The anger at his sight and the adrenaline quickly took over and his voice had returned. Blaine hadn't even realized he was yelling. How could he not be yelling when faced with a demon. He was ready to fight as his hand clenched into fists at his sides involuntarily.

Kurt heard Blaine yell and ran to the door to see who was there. Upon seeing him, Kurt curled in on himself and stepped back before crumbling to the floor. He could barely breathe. Blaine grabbed the bag, shoved money in delivery guys shirt pocket and pushed the delivery man away from the door. "Don't ever come near this building. I'll make sure there's a restraining order!"

As Blaine slammed the door on his back, the delivery man started, "I-I'm s-". It didn't matter because no one was listening.

Blaine immediately pulled his phone out to call to the door man. "Make sure that delivery person is gone. I just shoved him out the door and told him to leave."

"Did he do something Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine ran his fingers through his curls at the back of his head. "J-just do not let him back in the building, ever. In fact, he isn't allowed within fifty yards of this building."

Kurt was still crumpled up on the floor as Blaine reached him. All Blaine could do was surround him with his arms and hold him. The embrace turned into a rocking motion as Blaine cradled his head and rocked him for comfort. Kurt wasn't in any shape to even speak. It was a good fifteen minutes of sobs and breathing before words were even attempted. "Lock the door Blaine. Put all the locks on the doors. Oh my God. How can I.. How is he.. I'm scared Blaine. What's he doing here?"

"Baby.. Shh.. Baby, I don't know. We're going to find out though. We'll call the police if he comes anywhere near either of us. I'll make sure we get a restraining order. I promise you he will never get near you."

"He knows where we are. He knows where we live Blaine. I can't.. I'm scared."

"I know. I'm here. I'll take care of you. I'll protect you." Blaine was lost. He barely had time to come to terms with the delivery man. He couldn't worry about himself in this moment, he needed to care for Kurt. Kurt was broken. The sight of one awful person could break Kurt and he knew it. It was the one person that Kurt never wanted to remember or see ever again. Kurt was hysterical and he had a right to be hysterical. There was no way they could even anticipate what had just happened. Never in a million years would they have thought they would cross paths again. Blaine pulled out his phone. "Dad. We need help." Blaine needed to remain calm for Kurt. He needed to hold Kurt and make him feel save. "We need help right away!"