Panicked, Blaine raced to get his coat. He was frantic, running around, gathering his things. "Something's wrong. Puck never does that. It's not like him. He knows not to joke around like that. I have to find him." Halfway out the door, Kurt grabbed Blaine's elbow, stopping him. "Listen, Blaine," he started. "I know you're worried. And if this situation didn't freak me out as much as it has, I'd say go for it. But something is clearly wrong and you need to stay here. Puck said to. You trust him, don't you? Besides, do you even know where he is? Where would you start?" By then, Kurt's voice had diminished to a whisper. As terrified as he was, Blaine saw Kurt's point. "I at least need to call him. He's my best friend, Kurt. And I have no clue what's going on, if he's hurt, if he needs help." Tears were forming in his eyes as he spoke. Kurt hugged him, rubbing his back. "I know. I won't stop you from doing that. If Rachel was ever in this position, I'd be doing the same thing. He'll be alright. Noah knows how to defend himself," he reassured. Blaine wound his arms tightly around Kurt, comforted by the embrace. He broke away and went for his phone.

The phone rang once. Twice. A third time. "Come on, Puck," Blaine whispered. Finally, he picked up. "Blaine!" Puck cried. "Puck! Where are you?" Blaine asked, relieved that Puck had answered. Ignoring the question once more, Puck asked if Blaine was safe. "Yeah, I'm with Kurt. Never mind that, though. Puck, you have to tell me what's going on!" "Just stay in. I'm coming there." "But Puck-" and once more, the phone went silent.

Blaine groaned in frustration, clutching his phone in his hand. "No luck?" Kurt asked. He was leaning against the counter, arms folded across his chest. Those brilliant blue eyes of his looked at Blaine in concern. Sighing, he shook his head no. Tonight was going far too well. Of course something had to go wrong. Kurt stretched his hand out towards Blaine. "It'll be okay," he whispered as Blaine took it, interlocking his fingers with Kurt's. "He said he's coming here. Does he even know where 'here' is?" Blaine wondered aloud. It was silent for a moment before Kurt gasped. "Yes!" he cried. "Noah did stop by once, to congratulate Rachel and I. He remembers where it is." Relief washed over Blaine. "Thank the Lord," he mumbled. Kurt kissed his forehead lightly, and Blaine took his hand in his. "It'll be okay, Blaine. I know it."

While they waited for Puck to show up, Kurt tried to keep the other boy busy but it didn't work.

"Blaine, let's watch something on the TV!"

"I guess," Blaine would mumbled, halfheartedly but after a few minutes, he'd get up and pace again. Frankly, Kurt was sick of it and it only took so long until he snapped. "Blaine Anderson!" screamed Kurt, causing Blaine to jump a little. "What?" "You are driving me insane! Sit down!" Once more, Blaine glanced at his phone, sighed when he saw his inbox was still empty, and sat down next to Kurt.

Puck's voice shouted from behind the door. "Kurt? Let me in!" Blaine ran to the door. "Oh, thank God," he sighed when he saw Puck was alive. The two practically scrambled into a tight hug. Puck pulled Blaine away by his shoulders and grinned widely. "You, motherfucker, you." "Me? What about you? What was going on?" scoffed Blaine. He looked at Puck, noticing he had cuts above his eyebrow and on his cheek. His fists were bloody and so was his gray t shirt. Guiding him to a chair, Puck prepared to tell the story. "Okay, so you know how I can be when there's a game on, right?" Blaine nodded and Puck continued. "Well, so I was getting rowdy, you know, just another normal night. Well, I was talking about this kick ass brunette Giants cheerleader that I had dated for a bit, Karlie. But next thing I know, her current boyfriend is shoving me around, calling me out. So of course, me being a little bit wasted, I start shoving him back. Well he just takes a swing at me." At this point, Puck was reenacting the whole thing for him. "But I pulled a goddamn Matrix, Blaine. You should've seen it, I just dodged that punch. And I punch him. Then all hell break lose," Puck said. Blaine groaned and asked why did he start fights like that. "Who cares!" Puck laughed. "But that's not the worst part. Okay, so I get kicked out, for disturbing the peace. I didn't want to get arrested again so I bolted out of there when they said. And this is where it gets shitty. Remember those guys we kicked the crap out of?" asked Puck.

How could Blaine forget? "Yes, I do," he replied. Puck rolled his eyes, and started again, "They show up outside the bar. Waiting, apparently. Freaking creeps, right? So they start talking about how they followed us home one night after we shamed their existence and they're 'gonna take what they deserve.' But this time, they recruited jackasses. By now, it's like eight to one and I know I'm shot." That explains the blood. Blaine nodded for Puck to continue. "Well they wailed on me, but I got in plenty of good shots of my own. Puckzilla hasn't lost his touch." Kurt chuckled at that statement, but played it off like it was just a tickle in his throat. "I got the opportunity to run so I take it and just sprint until I see another bar and I ran in, straight to the bathroom into the last stall and locked it. They came in, looking for me, but I just stayed quiet. They thought maybe I wasn't in there and I hear them talking about you, Blaine. They were all, 'What about that fag with him? He's probably at the bar.' And I thought, oh crap, maybe you were so I tried calling you. When you didn't answer, I remembered you may be with Kurt so I called him." "Sorry for not answering! I was busy," Blaine said, winking suggestively at Kurt. "Yeah, I'll pretend I didn't see that. Well anyways, when you called me, I was leaving the bar but I had no idea where those dumbasses were. That's why I was unclear. Sorry," Puck said, finally sitting down. "Puckerman, you haven't changed a bit," laughed Kurt.

Kurt heated up a few of the leftovers from their dinner and helped Puck to clean up a little bit. "Why don't I give you two a ride home?" he offered. Blaine quickly turned to look at Kurt, but he was looking down at the shirt he was diligently trying to clean. Call it wishful thinking, but Blaine thought he'd be staying with Kurt. Maybe it was too soon, though. "Sure, that'd be nice!" Blaine said, forcing a smile. From the bathroom, Puck yelled his thanks. He was wiping off the dried blood on his body.

Blaine stood flush against Kurt. Slowly, he pulled Kurt's shirt off and then his own. Kurt pulled him closer as they kissed and he guided him towards the bed. Nudging him onto the bed, Kurt straddled Blaine, his legs on either side of Blaine's. He delicately traced his fingers along the contours of Blaine's body. The touch left behind a tingling sensation that Blaine found he loved. "I'm glad you asked me to stay," Blaine admitted. When they arrived at Puck and Blaine's apartment, Kurt had bashfully asked if Blaine wanted to stay the night at his place. And Blaine was incredibly happy he did. He could feel himself becoming hard, but could have cared less. Kurt came back up to Blaine's face, kissing him long and hard. Blaine's strong arms wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer.

No matter how much one tried to restrain themselves, the other always let them loose. What had started out as slow and sweet was no quick and rough. Kurt's body was burning with adrenaline and sex. He nipped playfully at Blaine's lower lip and at the sensitive spot on his neck. Blaine was practically coming undone. He was moaning softly into their kisses. "Oh, God, Kurt!" he said, pulling away. "I want-I want-," Blaine muttered,incoherent. "What is it?" "Well, I want-what if we-," he started saying. "Be straightforward with it, Anderson!" "Fine, I want my duck in your mouth. How's that for straightforward?" he snarled. "Better," Kurt whispered darkly as he tugged off Blaine's jeans in one motion.

Blaine was hard enough, so Kurt crawled down to his cock and licked it from base to head, slowly and teasing. Blaine twitched in anticipation. "Please, please, please," he begged. "Such a impatient child, Blaine," Kurt said, looking at him from under his eyelashes. Did he know how hot he looked just then? "Kurt," he cried out. Finally, Kurt gave in. Fully taking Blaine in his mouth, he began sucking his dick. Involuntarily Blaine thrust his hips into Kurt's mouth, who took it as a sign to go faster, which he did. Kurt started moving his head up and down more. Blaine tried controlling his hips but when he couldn't it felt amazing. At a loss of words, Blaine mumbled strings of profanities and random exclamations. No way, absolutely no way could anything feel better than this. Next he knew, Kurt's hand was gripping the base of Blaine's cock, pumping it in sync with his head. Blaine just about lost it then. Throwing his head back, his hands flew to Kurt's hair, entangling his fingers, desperate for something to hold on to. "Ah fuck, Kurt, I'm so close," he whined. Done, Blaine was done. "Come for me, Blaine," he ordered in a gravelly voice just above a whisper. And, like the good boy he was, he came all over his stomach and Kurt's hand, which was still stroking him, with a sigh. Kurt released his grip on Blaine's cock and kissed him. "I'm going to clean off," he told the panting boy before walking into the bathroom. "Fucking fantastic, Kurt," was all Blaine could manage to say before drifting off into a deep, sated sleep.

Blaine woke up to sunlight it his face. Blinking, he sat up, his hand shielding the light from his eyes. Usually, he isn't a morning person, but seeing Kurt next to him, sleeping peacefully made him happier. As he fell back asleep, he wrapped him arms around Kurt. He stirred beside Kurt, moaning softly. He turned to face him and smiled. "Morning," he sighed. "Good morning," Blaine replied. Brushing his curly mop of hair out of his eyes, Kurt laughed. "It's like a whole new you." "Like it?" Kurt giggled in approval. "Do me a favor," Kurt said in a small voice. "Sure, what is it?" Kurt looked somberly down at the ground. In a small voice, he whispered, "Today's September 11th."

"It's unbelievable," Kurt breathed, gripping tightly to Blaine's hand. Speechless, Blaine could only nod. Could it really have been ten years ago today? They stood at the site where the first tower collapsed. "We'll never forget this day, will we?" Kurt asked quietly. Blaine then felt Kurt leaning his head against his shoulder. "No," he replied. "But we'll never forget the good things, too. The remarkable courage everyone showed that day, how selfless people were, how America came together afterwards and on that day we were all 'one nation, indivisible.' Now that's something I'm proud to say I'll never forget." Kurt nodded. Linking arms, Blaine led Kurt away from the site. "Thanks for coming with, Blaine. I appreciate it." Embracing Blaine, Kurt started to sob. Blaine pulled away to look at him in the face. "No tears, Kurt. Tears don't help. Try to remember those people's lives, that's how they live on. So no crying, okay?" Blaine said, holding Kurt's hand. Realizing Blaine was right, Kurt nodded and the two left hand in hand, saying a silent little prayer for all of the lives lost that day.