For Kurt and Blaine it was definately the best three months of their lives. Their witty conversation over coffee complaining about their students had rapidly become bashful flirting over dinner at Breadsticks. The slightest brush of Blaine's fingertips on Kurt was enough to send his mind and body into a frenzy.

'I'm going to a show tonight with Stef and a few people from work. So I wont be here to have dinner.'

'What? I have to make myself dinner? Can't you make me something before you leave? Wait, what d'you mean people from work?'

'No I can't! You are not a child Michael, you can look after yourself! And yes, people from work.'

'You're not going.'

'Excuse me?

'I said you are not going out tonight.'

Really. He is going to father me and tell me I can't go out. Not a chance. Kurt thought.

'Of course I am going out tonight. You can't tell me what I can and can't do, I am a grown man!' Kurt shouts at him feeling aggravated, fist clenched at his side.

He knew what was coming next as he charged across the room wrapping his hand around Kurt's throat and thrusting him against the wall.

'You are not going anywhere with him. I don't even like you working with him.'

What the hell.

'What and who are you talking about?' Kurt chokes out.

'Blaine! He's always texting you, always emailing you and shit!'

He could feel his body start to shake but it wasn't through fear anymore, it was adrenaline.

'Look at you, you're a paranoid mess Michael!'

'Oh, I'm paranoid am I?! He's always texting you and..'

'And nothing! You would be texting people from work if you had a job. Although I suppose even then you would have no friends because anybody that knows you thinks you're a fucking asshole!'

He could feel the tips of Michael's callous fingers tighten around his neck, Kurt's body being pushed further back into the wall. Kurt starts to panic as his air supply begins to be cut off and he tries to fight back. Arms flailing as he tries to punch the side of his head but not really making an impact upon him. The lack of oxygen in Kurt's body starts to burn his insides, his lungs tingling and legs starting to buckle beneath him. Kurt's eyes stutter closed and he honestly thinks this is it. This is my time.

I'm not sad, nor scared. This is me getting my happy ending, I can finally be with the people I love again.

'What the hell are you doing?! Get your hands off him. Now!' The noose like feeling from around Kurt's neck was suddenly gone and the floating feeling was replaced by falling.

His eyes flutter open as he looks at Stef's horrified face kneeling down in front of him. He gives her a weak smile and she frowns as quickly as she turns up and spins around to face Michael.
He wraps his hand around his neck carressing the bruised skin as he stands up.

'Michael this is not a big deal why are you making this a big deal he doesn't mean anything to me.' Liar. Blaine means everything to him although he could never admit it out loud.

'I am not making anything a big deal Kurt. I just don't want you around that prick.' He spits at Kurt as he pushes past Stef.

'That prick has a name. Blaine.' Stef snaps at him. She may be tiny but she has the heart and roar of a lion.

'Fine. Fucking go out but don't expect to get into bed with me when you get home!'

'It's his fucking bed!' Stef tells him exasperently.

'Who the fuck are you talking to you little bitch?' Michael says through gritted teeth as he rushes back over to their side of the room and leans over her menisingly.

'Why? What are you going to do? Hit me?' She mocks him cackling on the way. 'Well come on, take your best shot!'

Stef's not one to back down and right now Kurt was actually scared that Michael was going to hit her and if he did he would never forgive himself for letting it go this far.

'I'm sick of you, coming 'round here, sticking your nose in mine and Kurt's business. It's got fuck all to do with you.'

'Oh it has got everything to do with me! Unlike you I actually love and care about Kurt and if you think I will just stand by and watch you treat him like a punching bag, then you have got another thing coming. I'm not scared of you, you are nothing but a fat prick with a tiny dick and you try and compensate for that by being a bully. You treat Kurt like shit because he is perfect in every way and you are nothing but a jealous little man!'

Woah. Well that was not expected. Kurt thought. Stef looks at Michael and can see in his eyes that he is about to go crazy. Kurt puts his hand on Stef's shoulder and walks around the side of her to stand in front of her. He stumbles slightly as Michael barges him out of the way as he stomps down the hallway towards the bedroom. Stef grabs Kurt's bag and hand and drags him out of the front door.

'Stef I can't do this.' He tells her as we climb into the waiting taxi. 'He's going to know I'm not with you and..' He was cut off promptly by Stef grabbing his hand and putting it over his own mouth.

'Kurt, stop. You are just rambling now. You are going to be fine and technically you are with me because this is a double date.' She says trying to calm him down. 'Now granted Thad is gay but I may as well try my luck!' Kurt lets out a little titter but folds his head in his hands in frustration.

'This is such a mess, I hate my life!' He says in a whining voice to which Stef rolls her eyes at his dramatics.

'You don't hate your life.' Half true. 'You just hate Michael.' One hundred percent true. 'Now calm yourself down because the last time I checked, looking like a paranoid frantic mess is not sexy!' He chuckles at her truthfulness and takes a deep breath to try and calm himself down.

'Thanks Stef.'

'Thanks for what?'

'For fighting my corner, you didn't have to and you knew he would of hit you given the chance.'

'Kurt I will always be here for you and I meant every word I said. I love you and when I know he's hurt you and he's going to hurt you again, hell he almost killed you then, It makes my blood boil. I just want you to be safe and happy and God forbid anything serious happened to you again and I didn't do all I could to prevent it, I would never forgive myself for not trying to get you out of this mess.'

'I love you.' Kurt tells her truthfully.

'I love you too boo.' She says with a sad smile. 'So anyway nice outfit! Loving the whole "I look smoking hot and will definatly give him a boner." look.' She says eyeing his black skinny jeans, baggy white V neck and black fedora.

'You my friend have the mouth of a sailor!'

Kurt remained silent for the rest of the journey, looking to where Stef's hand was clasped tightly reassuringly.

His friendship with Stef is so much more then anybody realises, people think that a soulmate is just somebody that you fall in love with that is your boyfriend or girlfriend ect. Maybe it is.

Not to Kurt though.

A soulmate to him is somebody that sticks by you through thick and thin, supports you no matter what the situation is, encourages you to do the right thing. Somebody that would give you the world if you asked for it and expect not a single thing in return. Somebody that is there to wipe your tears when you make mistakes, hold you and show you the silver lining when you feel like you couldn't possibly take anymore shit that life throws at you. A person that grounds you and treats you with respect, as their equal. Never judges you, gives you their advise but always reminds you to think with your own mind and make your own choices.

Stef was Kurt's soulmate.

He always wondered how one person could hold those qualities it just didn't seem possible. Then he met Stef.

After Burt and Carole died she was there to help pick up the pieces. Glue him back together bit by bit. She gave herself to Kurt. There whenever he needed her and even when he didn't she would drop everything and anything to be by his side. That is just who she is. Stef is Kurt's other half so to speak. She knows exactly what Kurt is thinking, knows him better then himself. Even when Kurt's brain couldn't make sense of all the 'what ifs buts and maybes' Stef knew exactly what to say and do to help him figure out what was going on in his life.

Stef is so witty, smart and beautiful, on the inside as well as out.

Stef and Kurt absolutly adore each other and neither one could wish for a better friend.

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Kurt felt the blood circulating in his arm halt as Stef held jis arm in a death grip as they paraded the streets in search of tonights venue. Kurt glanced at Blaine to see him animatedly talking to his friend Thad, a small man with dark, short but wavy hair and tanned olive skin. Kurt noted the effort he was putting in to include Stef in their banter, much to her amusement. Kurt pointed to the idle bar at the end of the street.

Stef let out a little squeak in excitement (although she didn't actualy know who Rita Ora was, she was excited non the less) as she gripped Kurt's arm tighter while grabbing Blaine's elbow and dragging them towards the club, leaving Thad scurrying behind them.

They entered the bar area, with the heavy thump of music ringing in their ears. Blaine asked them all what they would like to drink and after much debate about who should pay, Blaine finally won. Before Kurt could even take a sip of his drink he was dragged onto the dance floor which was insanely littered with people. He couldn't help but notice how much he yearned to be sat at the vacant seat Blaine had beside him.

Stef watched Kurt closely as they danced, well, more like she danced while Kurt briefly moved, eyes flickering to Blaine every chance they got.

'Oh for Christ's sake Kurt! Just bleedin' go over there, your heart eyes are making me ill!' Stef shouted over the music laughing.

Kurt could predict he was shining crimson as he made his way towards Blaine. Guilt flushed over him once he saw Stef awkwardly shuffling around attempting to pick someone up. In a rational idea, he pointed Thad in her direction and watched him leave. God he was so thankful for Thad and Stefs absense as Blaine pressed into his side.

'Hi.' Blaine breathed into Kurt's ear making his hair stand on end and a hot coiling feeling in his stomach. Whether it was the two glasses of whisky he had hastily drank or how close Blaine was, he wasn't sure anymore.

'Hi.'

'Do you come here often?'

Kurt clamped his hand over his mouth trying to hold in his giggles but failling miserably. 'That was so cheesy!'

'Adorable, I think.' Blaine said face plastered with a jaw splitting grin.

'Keep telling yourself that!'

Blaine was about to remark something else but his mind was fogging after his alcohol intake on arrival. He was saved by ther uproar of applouse as the main act walked upon the makeshift stage, greeting her fans as Blaine gave a pointed look at Thad, knowing his secret love for The English woman, Rita Ora.

Thad's love which turned out to be not so secret as he flailed, shouted and promptly passed out against Stef, who was looking at Kurt and Blaine in horror not knowing what to do. She scowled at them both as they erupted in laughter, hands holding their tear streaked faces.

Blaine leant subconsiously against Kurt in his tipsy laughing haze as he downed the rest of his drink. An idea surfaced as the opening notes to R.I.P filled the air. Extending his hand he mustered up his best higher class voice and spoke.

' May I have this dance?'

Kurt stared up at him unblinking.

'Yes you may, sir.' He said his face slightly pink as he took his hand and chuckled when Blaine pulled him flush against him. 'Blaine I don't really think this is the correct music for you to be waltzing me around the dancefloor!'

'Shut up and dance with me!' Blaine ordered him grinning as he pulled him closer twirling them both even faster.

Kurt felt as if he had swallowed butterflies as he giggled when Blaine spun him around several times and silently prayed that none of their students were to show their faces tonight. After a final twirl Kurt lost his footing and stumbled into Blaine's chest, a firm pair of arms steadying him. Honey-hazel eyes met glacyr blue and that oh so familiar romantic movie scene became suddenly realistic.

They continued staring into each others eyes for only a moment but it felt like an eternity. Breathing heavily as they held onto eachother, the base of the music siffling through their chests. Blaine's hand resting on the nape of his neck, running his fingers through Kurt's hair slightly. Blaine tilting his head towards Kurt's and stopping a fraction away from his lips, his breath ghosting over them. Looking into Kurt's eyes searching for the approval he so badly wanted. Kurt closed his eyes leaning forward searching for Blaine's lips.

'BLAINEY! CATCH US!' Stef and Thad screamed.

Blaine stared at the two figures darting in his direction flinging their arms out. He momentairily considered jumping into their embrace, that was if the floor would stop jumping in time with the beat.

'Oh fuck.' He swore a fraction of a second before he was flattened, his intoxicated state laughing at the gesture as Kurt fumed in the corner. Kurt wasn't angry at Stef or Thad. Not really. He was angry at himself for letting it go this far. It's not that he didn't want to, Christ he wanted to he just simply couldn't. If Michael found out he would kill him.

Blaine unravelled himself from the mass of limbs laughing and shaking his head gently as he turned his gaze to Kurt who was frowning and staring at his hands and twirling his drink around the table where he sat.

'What's wrong?' Blaine asked as he scooted into the seat next to Kurt wrapping his arm around the other man.

'Nothing, I'm fine.' Kurt lied to him with a false smile, which didn't go unoticed by Blaine.

'Right, wait there.' In a matter of minutes Blaine was stumbling back with a tray full of shots. 'Lets drink these and then we can finish our dance.'

'You're going to kill me.' Kurt mumbled taking the first shot, scrunching up his face at the sour taste.

Kurt revelled in the thrill he got out of tonight. It wasnt that Rita Ora was amazing or he was insanely pissed! It was being so close to BLaine the connection they shared was more then just friendship, they both knew that much.

'So he really said you couldn't sleep in your own bed, in your own house?' Thad slurred in shock. 'What a twat!'

'Thad! You can't say that, you don't know him!' Blaine warned him slapping Thad's arm and biting his lip nervously.

'Well I know him. He's a twat!' Stef tells them all while her and Thad giggle away.

Blaine leant into Kurt to whisper into his ear.

'Michael said you couldn't sleep in your bed but he also never specified who's bed you could sleep in!'

'Stop winking at me!'

'Innapropriate Blaine is very innapropriate.' Thad scolded him clearly catching on to what Blaine was saying.

'Who knew drunken Blaine would be such a slut!' Stef cackled winking at them both.

'That statement is wrong! I'm not drunk, I'm just a slut!' Blaine informs them growling like a tiger and winking. Thad and Stef falling back into their chairs accidently kicking the table sending all the drinks flying towards Kurt.

'Kurt I am staying at Thad's tonight! We're getting snacks and stalking people on tumblr!'

'And bitch about how shit men are!' Thad chimed in.

'Thad! But you're a man!' Blaine says looking really confused.

'Right, I'm taking Blaine to his before this conversation goes on for any longer then it has to!'

The breath is knocked out of him as Stef and Thad jump on him engulfing him in a bear hug which Blaine then decides to jump on top of them sending them crashing to the floor.

'Right, excuse me.' The bouncer says standing over them waiting for them to stand up and dust themselves off. 'You two.' He says pointing at Thad and Stef. 'Have been trouble all night. I'm going to have to ask you to leave.' They all fold over creasing with laughter walking out of the venue into the chill night air.

'Guys, we just got kicked out!'

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* 'Blaine! For Christ's sake will you turn that down! It's almost three am for crying out loud!' Kurt huffed shaking his head as he watches Blaine prancing around his living room to Ke$ha - Dinosaur. 'I am never letting you drink alcohol ever again!'

'Ohhh Kurt! Lighten up!' Blaine says beaming at him from across the room while he flails his arms in the air, What have I gotten myself into! Kurt thinks as he watches the other man fooling about chuckling, He's so adorable.

'Kurtie quick! Dance with me!' He says racing across the room, grabbing Kurt's hand in his own and twirling himself underneath their joined arms.

'Okay, if you call me Kurtie again, no matter how painfully adorable you sound and look when you say it, you will be missing a certain part of you anatomy!' He tells him trying to keep a stern look on his face but failing obismally as Blaine sticks his bottom lip out and tilts his head down making his eyes seem crazily big as he flutters his eyelashes. Now that is most incredibly adorable!

'Pr-ease Kurt.' He asks lip still pertruding.

'Not a chance! Besides I really should go home.' Kurt tells him sighing sadly, looking down at his watch trying to work out the time through what's left of his drunken haze.

'B-but look I'm sad now.'

'Oh that is not fair! Why are you such a puppy? Stop batting your eyelids! How old are you, five?!' Kurt says laughing at him as he pretends to scratch his ear like a dog.

Kurt finds himself wondering how one person can go from smouldering-dapper-gentleman to a slutty-puppy in a matter of moments, It's just not right!

'You have me for two minutes and then I am turning the music off and putting you to bed!' Kurt tells him mirroring Blaine's infectious grin.

'Yay yay yay!' Blaine squeaks jumping up and down, clapping his hands like a toddler before he yanks the other man into the center of the room, twirling him around. If there was an award for sassy dance moves Kurt was sure Blaine would win. 'Not long 'til you're a senior citizen and you can strut around with that sexy tank of oxygen. HONEY! your tupee is falling to your left side. Get up and go, bro, oh wait, your fossilized!'

'Where the hell is my phone, I need to record this shit!' Kurt says between fits of laughter.

* The song winds down and the next track siffles through the speakers. Blaine clears his throat and holds out his hand towards Kurt.

'Mr dashing, beautiful, handsome, dashing young Kurt Hummel. May I have this dance?'

'You may.' Kurt says smiling and accepting his hand. 'Hmmm, all these years I have been going by the name Mr. Kurt Hummel. I think I like your version better!' He said giggling.

'Your eyes are so pretty, they're like..really..blue. No wait! They are like an ocean. No no wait! They are like a pretty blue ocean!' Blaine chirps excitedly clearly pleased with his imaginitive description!

'Thankyou! and your eyes are..' He stops mid sentence. He had never actually really looked at Blaine's intently and now he wishes he would of done so sooner. 'They are beautiful.' Kurt tells him honestly letting out a faint gasp as he speaks. 'Th-they are chocolatey but caramelly at the same time and kind of firery-ry!'

Blaine grins at him and Kurt snorts at his own description giggling lightly. They both soon realise that they are staring into each others eyes, completly lost in one another. Their bodies pressed together sharing each others warmth. Blaine unconsiously lowers his hand to the small of Kurt's back, his fingers ghosting underneath his shirt as Kurt drapes both his arms around Blaine's shoulders touching the bottom of his neck softly. Both making circular motions with the tips of their fingers, carressing each others exposed skin.

Their feet come slowly to a standstill as Blaine reaches up to Kurt's hands, intertwined their fingers to bring them up to his lips, pressing soft slow kisses to his knuckels. Kurt shivers under the innocent touch and his eye lids flutter. They stand there for a moment looking into each others eyes searching one another, the drunken mist that surrounded them starting to fall away as they search each others soul. Grounding each other. Their friendship and lust glistening in both their eyes.

'You know Kurt, you are the most beautiful, amazing man I have ever met.'

'I-I i'm no-'

'No Kurt, you really are. Everything about you intises me and I just-' He brings his hand up to gently run the back of his fingers over Kurt's cheekbone, who leans into the touch and closes his eyes breathing deeply. Christ, why is this man infront of me so perfect Blaine thinks to himself.

Blaine's hand retraces the same movement but this time comes lower bringing his hand beneath the other mans chin, thumb flicking out, brushing lightly over his bottom lip. Kurt parts his mouth slowly and before he can register what he did it was already done. Kurt pressed an almost missable, minute kiss to his thumb. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted Blaine. Blaine hovered his thumb over Kurt's lip not sure whether or not that had just happened but secretly wishing that it had. He lightly traces his thumb over his lips again as if to make sure, staring at him intently. This time Kurt slowly pushed his lips half way around his thumb, wrapping it in a kiss. He does it once, twice, three times as Blaine lets out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Not breaking their gaze, he leans forwards and carefully takes Kurt's bottom lip into his mouth as he wraps his fingers in the bottom of Kurt's hairline, thumb caressing the base of his neck. Kurt closes his mouth around Blaine's top lip and sucked ever so gently as he brings his other hand up to the side of his face, fingers tickling his hairline behind his ear and running his thumb over Blaine's cheekbone.

Blaine breaks the kiss and looks up to catch a tear sliding down Kurt's cheek.

'Kurt, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-'

'N-no I want to it's just-' Kurt covers his eyes to prevent any more shed tears and catching the ones on their journey for freedom.

Blaine lifts his chin to elevate Kurt's vision and his heart breaks as yet another strangled sob emits from the other man.

'Just what?' Blaine asks in an almost pleading manner.

'I'm afraid' Kurt mumbles through clenched teeth as he willed the painful memories of the very fear away from his mind.

'Of what, Kurt, what is it? Blaine says with a note of hysteria in his voice as the flickering emotions on Kurt's face brought his own worry.

'Him.'

'Michael?' Blaine asks through clenched teeth, his jaw going tight at the word that passes his lips.

'Yes, he-' he's unable to finish his sentence. A fresh wave of sobs hit himas he crumples into Blaine's chest. Through the mangle of tears and distress, Kurt realises one thing he feels safe with Blaine's arms wrapped around him. Blaine is in the deep end of perplexity and is drowning fast so this explains why in the kindest of manners he detached Kurt from himself to make the other man look him square in the face.

'I know you mentioned earlier he isn't.. the nicest of..people.'

Another sob.

'And that you were drifting apart but come on Kurt, there must be something else that makes you afra-'

Blaine stopped mid-sentence to see Kurt lift his T-shirt a fraction, unveiling a staircase of bruises dissapearing up and beyond his ribs. Kurt could hear the pain in Blaine's voice when he asked him this next question.

'Kurt i-is he, hurting you? Blaine was fighting back the bile that was rising in his throat. He scolded himself for asking such a stupid question but he needed to make sure that is what Kurt was trying to tell him.

Kurt nodded primarilly and then scolded himself, knowing full well that Blaine would want an explanation.

'It didn't always- I mean he used to treat me alright but he is insecure, I mean it was a stretch that he let me go for a teaching job let alone out of the house, I want to believe he does it for me in some way but I just-' Kurt trailed off lost in the tears he had kept guarded for years, that he once refused to let fall. 'I can't even hate him because that requires feelings and I don't want to feel anything towards him.'

Kurt sucks in a deep shaky breath and carrys on.

'I know what you're thinking, why don't I just leave him right?'

Blaine gives a hald nod at his question encouriging him to go on.

'I want to but I just can't, I'm too scared of what he will do if I tried. I just don't want to be lonely. I've lost everyone and I don't want to be lonely ever again.'

'You wont be, not while I'm here.' Blaine was breathing hard, his mind fogged with the words 'kill' and 'Michael'. 'You are going to dump him and then we are going to the police and-' Blaine broke off, lost in his own thoughts, pausing for a few moments to think sensibly before continuing; 'You are amazing Kurt and you don't deserve this.'

His eyes flickered to Kurt who was deep in thought, smiling faintly from what Blaine had said. In that second he realised he would do absolutly anything to keep that smile on Kurt's face no matter how small.

Blaine being known for his spontanious streak stood up quickly, leaving Kurt a little perplexed as to what was going on. He strode back in seconds later holding his guitar.

The opening chords roared through the room as the acoustic set began and Kurt whirled around like he had detected gun fire.

'Oh, his eyes, his eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shinin'
His hair, his hair
Falls perfectly without him trying
He's so beautiful
And I tell him everyday

His lips, his lips
I could kiss them all day if he'd let me
His laugh, his laugh
He hates but I think it's so sexy
He's so beautiful
And I tell him everyday

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause Kurt you're amazing
Just the way you are'

Blaine smiled nervously at Kurt who made a leap at the man who had just serenaded him.

'Kurt, you're staying here tonight.'

'I know.'

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Blaine was pulled suddenly from his dream, groaning and pleading with his own mind to stay asleep. He so badly wanted to stay asleep. He so badly wanted to stay in his dream he didn't want to wake up to a cold empty bed- well a cold empty apartment come to that. He lay there eyes closed not bothering to pull the blanket further up to cover himself properly to keep the early morning frosty air from making him tremble slightly as he tried to re-enter his dream.

He dreamt of Kurt. As always. Beautifully handsome Kurt.

The dreams were nothing exciting to anyone else but to Blaine they were perfect. Nothing really happened in them apart from the fact that Kurt was there in his no wait, their bed. He splayed his hand across the matress imagining what it would feel like to have Kurt beside him where he wanted him to be and not the coldness he knew to expect. His hand stilled as something grumbled next to him. Steadily, heart pounding, he opened his eyelids a fraction and let out a faint gasp at who he saw lieing next to him in the moonlight sifeling in through the blinds.

The excited squeal that accidently left Blaine's lips, who hastily tried to cover up his outburst with a cough, did not go un-noticed. He thought it had all been another dream but it wasn't. This was reality he just wished it was under better circumstances. The excited feeling soon left him when he remembered Michael.

'Blan, wuzzat-nemind.' Kurt slurred in his sleep as he rolled over, draping his arm over Blaine and snuggeling into the other mans chest.

'You are adorable.' Blaine told him dropping a kiss to Kurt's forehead, a warm smile tugging on his lips as he drifted back into sleep.

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Kurt opens his front door to be greeted with an aggrevated, pacing Michael in his hallway. Michael looks up at the sudden movement, his eyes hard and questioning.

'Where did you stay the night?'

First thing he says, not are you okay or did you have fun but where did you stay. Paranoia seems to be running his life. Granted, he did actually have a reason to be paranoid seen as Kurt actually stayed at Blaine's.

'Stef's' he says bluntly walking past Michael towards the living room throwing his jacket and hat onto the coffee table.

'Cut the shit Hummel, where did you really stay? I know it wasn't Stef's because she didn't come home last night.'

'What does it matter to you, you got what you wanted didn't you? You banned me from my own bed.'

Kurt had no idea where this sudden anger was coming from but he didn't care either. He didn't have time to think about it further as Michael lunged at him pushing Kurt, the back of his knees caught between Michael and the coffee table and with a smack his head clattered against the solid oak.

'Are we really going to do this again?' Kurt asks him trying to hide his wince of pain. 'You can strangle me all you want, I don't have the time to care to be honest. I have places places to be, people to see.' The fact that Kurt could be moments from being brutily beaten didn't seem to phase him.

'I'm ment to be meeting Stef at work in thirty minutes after I have gotten changed and if I don't turn up or I turn up with a single mark on me, you can be fucking sure that she will ring the police after what happened yesterday.'

'Like that bothers me.' He says spunding faintly nervous for what Kurt thinks is the very first time.

'Your choice.'

'Do what you fucking want!'

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'Well fuck me.' Stef says blinking steadily, mouth agape as Kurt tells her what just happened with Michael.

'Yep!'

'And he really just got up and walked away?'

'Scout's honour! I couldn't believe it myself. I just know that he is sitting there fuming now though and I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. I'm genuinly shocked that all my blood is still currently in my body!'

INCOMING CALL

'Hey Kurt! Whare are you dude?'

'Hi Finn, I'm at the Lima Bean, why? What's up?'

'Oh erm, right I was just ringing to tell you that I'm coming down sometime soon!'

'That's great! D'you know when?'

'Well It's a surprise but can I stay with you?'

'Finn, It's not a surprise now you have told me you're coming! Of course you can stay at mine.'

'Okay, thanks! I'll see you later bro, bye!'

'Bye Finn!'

'Whatever you are smirking about you can forget it Stef!'

'Whatever do you mean dearest Kurt?'

'Touch my brother and you will never see your computer again!'

Stef holds her hand up to her chest, taking a step backwards looking hurt.

'As if I would, really! How tall is he again?'

'I dunno, tall!'

'See this is how I see it, the taller they are the bigger their di-'

'LALALALALALA, NO, I don't want to know, that's my brother!'

'It's just a theory! They can't be that tall and have nothing down there!' She says shrugging. 'Oh!' She gasps 'Poor Blaine! What is he? Like 3ft tall? Or small?'

'Why are we discussing my height?' Blaine asks glaring over Kurt's shoulder at Stef who caught the small comment.

Kurt spins around to see Blaine standing behind him. As he turns back around to grab their coffee's he see's Stef smirking.

'Well Hobs, I was just telling Kurt my theory about-'

'Okay that's it! Come on Blaine were sitting down, I shant engage with you in this conversation any longer!' As Kurt grabs Blaine's hand to drag him to their usual table, he sends his best bitch glare over his shoulder to Stef to which she burst out laughing.

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'Hi, can I have a coffee please?!' The man asks, face plastered in a grin.

'Yeah, sure, you seem excited.' Stef tells the customer.

'I am! I am surprising my brother! He doesn't know I'm coming and he's somewhere in here, I just hope he hasn't seen me yet!'

Stef looks the tall man up and down and recognition flickers in her green eyes. Of course she has seen many a photograph of this man.

'Finn?'

'Erm, yeah' he says wrinkling his brow. 'How did you know?' He looked so confused and Stef thought it to be the cutest thing.

'Stef' she says brightly holding out her hand 'I'm Kurt's best friend.'

'Oh right, awesome! I've heard so much about you.' Finn tells her smiling taking her hand and shaking it lightly. 'Wow, your hands are like, really soft!' he says smiling again as a blush creeps on to Stef's face.

As Finn and Stef linger holding hands, staring at each other, sending one another flirty smiles they didn't seem to notice the commotion about to errupt the otherside of the coffee shop.

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'You do know that if I actually see him, I'm going to kick the crap out of him, right?!'

Kurt let out a tiny giggle at the thought of Blaine deffending him.

'Don't take this the wrong way but he's built like the hulk! and you, you're so small and cute and puppy-like! I could never imagine you hurting anyone it just doesn't seem like you!'

'Don't underestimate nipping at the ankles Kurt! Grrrrrrrrrrr ruff!'

'Oh my dear god, did you just do an angry puppy bark?!'

'What? Was that not scary? I thought I sounded very ferocious! Hey! stop laughing!'

'You and your little puppy bark are painfully adorablle, do you know that?'

'I may have been told once or twice.' He says winking 'Kurt, you know what I said last night? Well sang technically but you know what I mean, well I meant every word of it.'

Blaine's gaze fell to both of their hands as he inches his fingertips towards Kurt's. Kurt turns his hand over, palm facing towards the ceiling. Blaine takes the invite, ghosting his fingertips over the other mans, tracing the lines and creases until he interwinds their hands. They look up at each other, smiling warmly as Blaine opens his mouth to speak he frowns.

'What the fuck! GET UP!' Michael snarls at Kurt grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the chair, sending the contents of their table flying. 'I thought I made it very clear that I didn't want you seeing him.' Said Michael glaring at Blaine, who was frozen in shock at the sudden intrusion. Blaine soon overcame this as he was clambering to his feet anger and hate raging through his veins.

'Michael, get the hell off of me!' Kurt yells pushing him. 'You're embarassing yourself.'

'Shut the hell up Hummel.' Michael yanks his arms again and pushes Kurt towards the door, he trips over a chair leg and crashes into the table infront of him, sending the old woman who was occupying the table flying backwards.

'Oh Christ! I am so sorry!' Kurt said as he regained his balance helping her brush herself off and bring her to her feet, Blaine at his side.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' Blaine snarled turning on Michael, fists clenched painfully tight by his side.

'Michael you need to leave now.' Stef spat as she helped Kurt tend to the old age pensioner. Finn by her side looking extremely confused and angry.

'I'm not going anywhere without MY boyfriend.' He directed at Blaine.

'Why are you looking at me? Unless you are talking about someone else in here then you are fucking deluded if you think I am your boyfriend after everything you have done to me.' Kurt told him before he turned back round to face the lady who was still quite shaken up.

Michael grabbed the back of Kurt's jacket and yanked him backwards.

'Get off him!' Blaine and Finn yelled in unison lunging forwards, neither quick enough as Stef had already jumped infront of them both, squaring up to Michael, who smirked.

SMACK.

Michael stood there rocking on his feet looking slightly dazed and clearly not expecting Stef to have walloped him. As he looked back at Stef, who clearly looked ready for a fight, knowing full well that she would end up coming off worse but still ready to stand her ground.

It all happened so quickly and the only thing Stef could register at that moment in time was pain. The scorching coiling of the skin on her face and neck.

The tall man with whispy dark hair sitting behind Kurt and Blaine's table had stood up and tried to remove himself from the commotion unfolding before him. As he tried to do so Michael had grabbed his coffee and flung it at Stef's face, who fell backwards into Blaine's arms. No longer then a second later was Finn on top of Michael pounding his head into the marble flooring.

'YOU' punch 'SON' punch 'OF' punch 'A' punch 'BITCH!' crack.

Kurt along with the help of the man who's coffee had been stolen, finally managed to tear Finn off of Michaels blood smothered face.

'Get up and get your shit out of my brothers house.' Finn snarled, panting, with Kurt's arms still wrapped around him.

'NOW!'