The auditorium was big and the audience was summing around Blaine – like bees on a summer day.

He had a decent seat, and even though he was doing this by his own suggestion he really wanted it to be over soon. He wasn't quite up for sitting through hours of Red Bull-pumped teenagers with artificial whitened teeth, shaking with nerves and daddy issues.

But he was doing this; pulling through, enduring – for Kurt.

A long time passed as he sat through one strained cover performance after another. He only ever bothered to clap when he remembered that he probably should, but didn't even think to cover up that he was writing out work-related emails on his phone, regardless of how many mean glances the biased moms sent him.

It wasn't until the moment Kurt's glee club was introduced over the speakers Blaine put away his phone and turned his full attention to the stage.

Their set started out with a big diva ballad sung by Kurt's brother's short girlfriend. She was belting out the notes in an overly dramatic fashion with the rest of the group as a harmonized backup. The song drifted into Kurt's Mohawked friend singing Party In The USA, of all songs. Every now and then he was joined by one of the other members dropping a line here and there.

As entertaining as it was Blaine's focus was, naturally, completely on Kurt. He followed him with his eyes as Kurt jumped around and shook his hips in time to the song. He danced with the girls and grinned broadly at the crowd. The spotlight made his eyes shine all the way down to Blaine's seat on the dark rows. He was happy, through and through – this was definitely worth sitting through all the other painfully mediocre performances for.

As the group ended their set Blaine proudly got to his feet to applaud along with the rest of the excited audience. The second Kurt's choir exited he didn't care for the next group but found his way out of the auditorium to find a way to get behind the stage so he could find Kurt where he had explained he would be.

"Which one is yours?" A man asked as they waited to be guided to the groups. He was in a suit screaming business executive of some sort and his wife was in a dress screaming "business executive's wife". The kind who had made her life revolve all around her husband and their kids.

"My boyfriend is in the New Directions. He was only in the back, but he was shining very bright, if I should say so myself," Blaine told as they walked down the long hall.

The couple's eyes widened and they tracked behind as they started whispering. Of course they would. That wasn't anything knew. But Blaine honestly couldn't care less.

"There you are!" Blaine cheered as he saw Kurt and was thrilled to have the boy running into his arms with a heavy thump as their chests bumped against each other.

"You saw it all?" Kurt asked in a high pitch with his arms clenching around Blaine's neck.

"Of course I saw it all! Well, I was pretty hypnotized by a certain someone, so I didn't see much but him," Blaine grinned as Kurt moved back to shoot him a wide grin.

A light layer of sweat was shimmering over Kurt's face, his cheeks still red and his hair moist after dancing with the hot lamps at him. Blaine was happy that he could see on Kurt's movements and his coordination that he was getting better after their hours of boxing at the gym. Not to mention that when they were naked he could see it on his muscles and feel it in the way Kurt grabbed him when they had sex. It was a comfort and hot as hell.

"So – what did you think?" Kurt asked with sparkling eyes and restless body from the adrenaline still roaming around his veins.

"I think you were amazing! But there wasn't enough you," Blaine smiled proudly and moved in to give his boyfriend a kiss, but was stopped by a guy in a wheelchair.

"Kurt, we gotta get back in. They're announcing the winners now," the guy said and let his eyes travel up and down Blaine's frame. With his eyebrows raised over his glasses he wheeled away and Kurt looked apologetically at Blaine.

"Go! I'll wait for you here," Blaine said and squeezed Kurt's hand.

With a nervous squeal Kurt squeezed his hand back and put a fast peck to his cheek. He jumped on his toes and ran after the rest of his choir to re-enter the stage. Blaine dared to take a few steps over to have a look at the group as they were huddling up with arms around each other, waiting for the verdict as the judge rambled on about glee club traditions and the honor of winning.

After a long time of the teenagers biting their nails and clenching their fists around each other's hands the judge finally decided that he had put the kids through enough suffering. He announced the third place to go to some all girls choir with pigtails and faces looking like they had just had their braces removed. The second place went to a choir of black kids dressed as something from 50's. This meant that Kurt's club had won.

The group exploded in a squeal and Blaine couldn't help rolling his eyes. Their enthusiasm was extreme and Blaine couldn't help wondering how they would be doing once they had to face real life and see that not everything would be sunshine and rainbows.

However, he quickly found Kurt in the mass. He was jumping up and down with his arms around three girls. They were all grinning and laughing, screaming and holding each other close enough for one to be strangled if they should fall down.

With an ache in his heart he couldn't help thinking that this was the life Kurt was supposed to lead: filled with the unspoiled enthusiasm of kids who has no idea what life is about, jumping with his friends and laughing until he cried and then laughed some more. This was on the list of the times Kurt had been most beautiful.

But that didn't change how selfish Blaine was. He knew it was egoistical of him, but there was no way he could let Kurt go based on this. No, he would rather find a way to let Kurt have these things even though he also had an adult life with Blaine on the side.

His thoughts were stopped abruptly as Kurt was back to him, mushing his face against Blaine's for a heated kiss that tasted like salt and Kurt's mouth and tongue. His fingers ran into Blaine's gelled curls and he hummed through a smile before he let his hand down to lock his fingers with Blaine's, retreating to make eyecontact.

"You did it, Doll-face. You won," Blaine smiled and wiped a stray lock of hair from Kurt's forehead.

"Yes! We did! I'm so happy that you're here," Kurt trilled.

With a broad grin Blaine pulled Kurt close and pressed his face against his cheek. He let his one hand down to squeeze Kurt's ass gently, and he felt Kurt blush against him, so he let his lips pout to kiss over the soft skin tasting vaguely like salt from he had been sweating during the dance number.

"Will you sing and dance for me at home? Preferably naked," Blaine mumbled and felt Kurt tense the way he always did when Blaine's words shot directly between his legs.

"Blaine! People," he whispered, but a giggle was under the surface of his voice and his eyes witnessed that he didn't find the idea that bad after all.

"If I get us a hotel room do you think you'll be able to stay for the night?" Blaine asked.

"Oh – Blaine... I have to take the bus back to Lima with the others. There's no way Mr Schue would let me spend the night with you when I'm under his supervision," Kurt said sadly and ran his hand down the front of Blaine's suit jacket.

Oh yeah. He had forgot about the butt-hurt teacher.

"How about – when we come back to the school I will go to your place instead of home?" Kurt suggested and closed his hand around Blaine's tie. His eyes were big and wide, observing all of Blaine's traits.

"Doll-face, you can always come to my place," Blaine crooned, watching Kurt's lips glisten in the fluorescent light over their heads.

"I just wanna screw you right here," Blaine groaned under his breath and bit Kurt's earlobe but was startled as Kurt gasped, not in the good way, and moved back.

"Kurt – will you come with me for a moment?"

The butt-hurt teacher had appeared. He looked very concerned and serious, making a chill run down Blaine's spine.

Suddenly everyone behind the stage had stopped what they were doing to watch them. It only took for Kurt to clench Blaine's hand harder and move closer to him before Blaine noticed what was happening.

Two uniformed men were approaching them.

"Are you Blaine Anderson? We have a few things we have to talk to you about," one of the men said.

He was a tall, black man with strong cheekbones and pretty eyes. His lips were full and his pecks were strong, even through the police shirt. If it had been months earlier Blaine would have gone into predatory mode to go after him.

His partner was a little shorter than the black guy, but still taller than Blaine. He was Latino, with flawless skin and thick hair. Blaine was sure that if he pulled his pants off he would find a tight ass and a big dick. He was just the type.

"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Blaine asked and brushed his thumb over Kurt's hand, trying to calm him down.

They weren't doing anything wrong. He had discussed the issue with his lawyer and everything was in order. No one could do him anything.

Not based on this, at least.

"I think you should let go of the kid and come with us so we can have a chat. We only wanna ask you a few things," the Latino said calmly.

"Mr Schue! What the hell is going on? Did you do this?" Kurt's Mohawked friend burst out as he walked up next to Kurt. It wasn't until then Blaine looked at Kurt: he was terrified and confused.

"I'm not letting go of Kurt. Anything you wanna talk to me about you can do in front of him," Blaine declared and released Kurt's hand so he could slide his arm around his waist.

"Don't worry, babe. It'll be fine. They can't touch us," Blaine whispered and kissed his temple.

"Kurt – you should come with me and let the officers do their job," the teacher said, clearly waiting for Kurt to go with him.

"Kurt, don't go if you don't want to. If they wanna ask your man anything they'll have to do it in front of all of us," Kurt's friend said and crossed his arm, his shoulders and biceps so muscly they almost burst out of his dress-shirt.

"We can't do that. I'm afraid it's procedure for you to go with us," the Latino said, not sounding at all sorry.

"Well, if you're taking Blaine with you I'm coming with him," Kurt declared, his voice much more confident than he was. Blaine was certain Kurt was a wreck on the inside, but he was doing a good job holding himself together.

"You do know it's a felony for an adult to engage in sexual relations with a minor, right?" The black guy said, towering over Blaine in a menacing posture.

"I am sorry, Kurt, I have to -" Blaine said and squeezed his grip around Kurt before he let go of him. Kurt stared confused at him, panic filling his eyes, but Blaine hoped he looked apologetic as he left Kurt to his friend and took a step closer to the uniformed men.

"Listen – I have fucking had it with this nonsense! Do you have any idea of the distress you're putting Kurt through with all of your ridiculous accusations?" Blaine snapped at them, not caring that they were very likely carrying firearms.

"Mr Anderson, I think you should calm down. If this boy is in distress it is surely caused by his confusion over being manipulated by an adult who should find someone his own age. You should know better, sir."

The title was over-emphasized, an obvious sign of contempt from the black man who was looking down on Blaine like he was an ant he was planning on stepping on.

Both of the officers were now looking extremely defensive. They both had their chests pushed forward and their chins cocked up. They meant serious business, and as stupid as Blaine knew it was, their attitude only pissed him even more off.

"Newsflash, you jackass, it is not illegal for me to be with Kurt. I did not manipulate him into anything, he's free to go whenever he want -"

"I don't want to. Blaine, I wanna be with you!" Kurt whined and took a step towards Blaine but was held back by his friend locking a hand around his wrist.

"Doll-face, quiet!" Blaine hissed at him. This was not the time for interruption.

"But as you can hear he doesn't want to – I am not keeping him locked up in some dark cabin in the woods, or in a creepy basement. This is a relationship," Blaine stated firmly.

"He's a child!" The Latino objected.

"He is not a child! He is old and mature enough to make his own decisions. He can leave if he feel like, but he doesn't. I'm gonna call my lawyer," Blaine spat and pulled out his phone. He could feel that all eyes were on him but he was struggling to calm down, stay cool. He wasn't planning on putting Kurt through anymore than he already had.

"Oh god. I'm gonna call my dad," Kurt whimpered somewhere behind Blaine.

"You can call your lawyer on the way to the station," Latino-man grunted and caught Blaine's free arm in a tight grip. His first hunch was to put an elbow to the idiot's nose, but he managed to stop himself before he made anymore damage.

"Fucking asshole," Blaine groaned but turned around to throw his keys at Kurt before he started walking with them.

"I'll take Kurt to the station, Anderson," Kurt's friend promised, his arm around Kurt's shoulders.

"Blaine, just remember what Coach Sylvester said. I love you!" Kurt cried after him in a broken voice.

"I love you too, Doll-face. Just come to the station and we'll drive home together," Blaine promised and followed the officers around the corner.

xXx

"Oh god. Oh no. Fuck!" Kurt complained as he curled in on himself after he had watched Blaine disappear. He was biting his nails and his suit was suddenly very hot and itchy.

"Hey Hummel. Relax. He'll be fine. We got it all under control after what Coach Sylvester told you. Let's just go find his car and pick him up," Puck assured Kurt, stroking a hand down his back.

"No. I can't let you do that. You're my responsibility and I won't allow it," Mr Schue said as he approached them.

"You know what, Mr Schue – screw you. This is your fault. Look how broken he is. I'm taking Kurt to the station so we can pick up his man. We'll see you Monday," Puck objected and grabbed the keys out of Kurt's hands and started walking toward the exit.

"Mr Schue, call my dad if you have a problem. I'm gonna call him from the car," Kurt said, exhausted and frightened, as he followed Puck.

The rest of the glee club was huddled up a little away from where the scenario had played out. They had obviously witnessed everything and Kurt wanted to dissolve into thin air. Strangers were staring as well, and even though Kurt knew it wasn't his fault and that they had been doing the right thing he felt like he was about to be sick.

"Dude! You can't just -" Finn started, but stopped as he saw Kurt's state.

"Call me when you know something, alright?" He settled for instead.

Kurt followed Puck determinedly to the parking lot. It didn't take him long to find Blaine's car. It was big and shiny compared to the family cars filling the lot. The moment he sat in the passenger seat he found out his phone and called his dad.

"Dad? I – the police picked up Blaine. Puck and I will go get him at the station. I'll sleep at Blaine's place tonight," Kurt blabbered out. He just needed to get it out before he regretted having called his dad.

He could feel Puck sending him short glances from the corner of his eye as he drove the big car out of the parking lot and down the road.

"The police? Kurt, you can't just throw something like that out without explaining yourself. What is going on? I thought you were at that choir thing in Columbus," Kurt's dad exploded into the phone.

"It's nothing serious, dad. It's... Mr Schue called the police because of... Blaine and me. But Blaine already checked the law over and over with his lawyer. We're not doing anything illegal so they can't hold him back. I just – I need to be with him tonight, dad. I am in Columbus right now, but Blaine and I will drive back to his place when he gets out," Kurt said and suddenly he could feel how tired he was.

He had spent the night in a hotel room with the girls of the glee club. They had been awake half the night, gossiping about boys and girls. Santana had snuck in white wine and even though it hadn't been as good stuff as Kurt was used to from Blaine's budget he still had a little more than planned, nonetheless. They had been laughing and played truth or dare. All of it had ended with Kurt falling asleep next to Quinn, waking up with Tina's hair in his mouth.

The entire morning had been spent on last minute dance rehearsals and vocal checks. There had been unforeseen outfit crisis so he and Tina had to jump in to fix the problems. Everything had only been finished a short moment before they were due in the green room. He hadn't had a quiet moment for days.

"Jesus, Kurt. I knew this would happen at some point. Just – keep me updated, kiddo," Kurt's dad sighed heavily.

"Thank you, dad. I'll let you know as soon as I know more. And... will you please ask Finn to take my stuff back home? I can't pick it up before the others are checking out of the hotel," Kurt asked, feeling bad that he had to put more weight on his dad, but he simply couldn't stand the thought of calling Finn at the moment.

His dad didn't like the idea, but he promised to call Finn. At least that was one thing less for Kurt to worry about. He thanked his dad again and hung up as Puck parked the car at the police station's small parking lot.

"You're going with me, right? I've never been in a police station before," Kurt requested weakly. He had been so upset over Blaine that he hadn't realized that he actually was scared to go in there, but now that he had to it struck him hard. At least he was pretty sure Puck had been in police stations more often than Rachel had solos.

"Are you kidding me? I wouldn't let you enter that dump alone even if you offered to suck me," Puck stated, his face ending in a smile.

"Hummel, I know I've been a jerk to you, but you're actually pretty cool. Of course I won't let you go in there alone," Puck assured him.

They got out of the car and crossed the parking lot with hasty steps. They had to wait in line to get to the receptionist and Kurt had to hold Puck back to not jump ahead. However, he was impressed at how calm Puck kept as they waited.

"I uhm... I'm here to pick up Blaine – Anderson. Blaine Devon Anderson," Kurt stammered awkwardly as the man eyed him out.

When he mentioned Blaine's name the people at the desks behind the receptionist sent each other glances and some even started whispering. It most of all seemed like they had been waiting for him to come. Once again all eyes were on him, and not in the way he usually loved being the center of attention.

They were asked to take seat on some worn out wooden chairs. Kurt kept restlessly tipping his foot, Puck's eyes locked on his crossed legs, until he put a firm hand on Kurt's knee to stop his tripping. He was just about to say something when someone grabbed Kurt's shoulder, nearly making him jump from the startle.

"Blaine!" He squealed when he turned around and was met by his boyfriend's face.

Kurt shot up and twirled around the chair where he wrapped himself around Blaine's waist, Blaine's arms responding by folding around the boy.

"I was so scared they wouldn't let you out," Kurt mumbled against his neck.

"Shhh, I'm here. They couldn't hold me back. It's all fine now. Lima police might want to ask you some questions next week, but I'll come with you. It's all good now, Doll-face," Blaine hushed and cupped the back of his head as he kissed Kurt's temple.

"I won't let this happen again. They can't touch us. Or what we have," Kurt whined and pressed his mouth desperately to Blaine's.

Kurt forced himself to calm down, get his pulse under control and refused to cry. He pressed a series of innocent kisses to Blaine's lips before he found his hand and turned to Puck with a strained smile. Blaine went to sign some papers and they could all leave to go home.

The drive back to Lima was long. None of the three said very much. Puck rode in the back and fell asleep halfway there. Kurt couldn't help finding him cute as he was sleeping with his mouth open and a light snoring filling his little space. Every now and then Blaine would let his hand over to squeeze Kurt's lightly with a smile before he returned his focus completely to the road in front of him.

"Actually... something happened in there. I got a fine. A pretty huge one," Blaine said as he they drove past the city limits.

"What? Oh no, Blaine. What did you do?" Kurt asked, a knot forming in his throat.

"Relax. It wasn't anything serious. It was just for insulting officers. I called them some... let's just say I wasn't very nice to them," Blaine chuckled as he followed Kurt's directions for where to drop off Puck.

"I can't let you alone for one minute, can I?" Kurt grinned. He started laughing. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help himself. It wasn't even funny, but he let himself over as the relief of it all being over washed in over him, mixing with his need to shower and curl up against Blaine and sleep.

Kurt poked Puck awake. He got out of the car to hug him, surprising Puck, but in his sleepy state he didn't do much but hug him back. They told each other goodnight and Kurt returned to the car so they could drive back to Blaine's apartment at the other end of town.

xXx

Blaine was so worn out that he nearly fell in through the door at home. Kurt went directly to the shower while Blaine rushed to strip off and go to bed. He curled up around Kurt's pillow and was nearly asleep when he felt feathery kisses on his naked shoulder.

"Got room for one more?" Kurt whispered through the dark of the room.

"I always have room for you, gorgeous -" Blaine moaned and moved aside so Kurt could lie down and pull Blaine's arm around him.

Kurt's skin was hot, still moist from his shower. He smelled like shampoo and mango body scrub. Blaine wanted to lick all over his body, knowing that he tasted even better than he smelled. He found Kurt's mouth and kissed him lightly. He tasted of Blaine's mint toothpaste and his nipples were soft nubs against Blaine's chest.

"Mhm, my little star," Blaine mumbled as he found Kurt's hip to press their crotches together, their kiss still slow and dozy, but little by little growing more heated and needy.

"My ex-con," Kurt giggled and wrapped his arms as good around Blaine's neck as he could, his fingers entangled in Blaine's locks to force them free of the gel.

Blaine ground his hips harder against Kurt's, coaxing a moan from him. Blaine hadn't planned on it, but he was undeniably hard and his dick was throbbing in his boxers. Kurt swung his leg over Blaine's hip, pushing harder, needing it too.

Blaine found his hand down Kurt's underwear, squeezing his smooth ass with his fingernails digging into his crack. Kurt started rhythmically rubbing his crotch against Blaine's, using his erection for stimulating his clit through the soft cotton.

"Make love to me," he begged through kisses, their lips never parting.

That he hadn't expected. He was horny, Kurt was horny – they nearly always got horny when they were close together like this; they simply wanted each other that much. Still, neither of them had ever referred to their sex life as making love. Suddenly it seemed very serious and important. This wasn't a game of fun and experimenting as they loved so much. This was about them feeling each other and showing each other emotion through physical connection.

How was he supposed to do that? Sex was sex.

Right?

"Yes. Kurt, yes," he moaned, searching for something else to offer, but came up with nothing.

Instead he let his hand slide from Kurt's ass out of his underwear and up his back. He pressed their chests closer together, feeling Kurt's heel dig into the back of his thigh in response, so Blaine pushed him down to lie on his back so he could find his way between Kurt's legs.

He was just about to kiss down Kurt's neck when they were stopped. He froze with his face pressed against Kurt's hair. The doorbell sounded from the hall. Once. Twice.

"I'm just gonna leave it. If anyone wants something they can come back tomorrow," he whispered and returned to kissing Kurt's neck.

Three times. Four times. The doorbell kept ringing.

"No, Blaine. You have to answer it. People wouldn't come here in the middle of the night if it wasn't important," Kurt said softly.

"Nothing is as important as you," Blaine groaned and pushed his pelvis down, making Kurt twitch under him and grip harder on his hair.

The doorbell sounded again.

"It's not stopping, Blaine. I promise we can continue when they've left, but just... please check who it is," Kurt pleaded and let his hand slide innocently down Blaine's shoulder blade.

With a snort Blaine rolled his eyes and lifted himself off Kurt. He crawled out of bed and got to his feet. With a hand down his underwear he located his aching cock most comfortably before he left the bedroom. With Kurt pulling on one of Blaine's college t-shirts they headed for the hall where Kurt was standing behind him, as if to shield himself. The doorbell sounded one last time and Blaine pressed in the code on the alarm so he could open the door.

Of all people in the world they were faced with Sebastian. Marilyn was sleeping on his arm and he had a big suitcase in his hand. Marilyn had her little pink backpack on and Mr Whiskers in a safe grip. She was still in her nightgown and wasn't even wearing shoes, but only a pair of socks she obviously had put on herself.

"Can we stay here? Just for tonight," Sebastian asked, his voice thick and his eyes red.