Blaine sat on the edge of Kurt's bed and stared out the window. Rain was coming down in sheets and thunder crashed in the background while lightning lit up the sky. It matched his mood. This was the same thing he had been doing all day. Watching... waiting. Kurt walked into the room and bumped lightly against the dresser making him jump, his heart racing. He looked at Kurt, not really seeing him, then turned back to watch out the window again. He had been this way for almost a week, ever since both Nick and Puck had told them what was going on with Alex.

Drunk in the middle of the day, not going to work, following them, doing drugs, saying 'off the wall' things that made him sound insane. Blaine didn't know what to make of it all. It was too improbable. Sure, Alex had always been a self-righteous ass and had proven lately to be selfish at a completely new level, but this... he wasn't a junkie and he wasn't crazy. Or at least he hadn't been when they were together. That was the thing weighing on Blaine's heart. Guilt. If he hadn't left the way he did, this wouldn't have happened. He should at least have done it more graciously. Taken more time. Helped Alex in the process. But no, he'd had to just up and leave. Now Alex was addicted to meth and apparently close to becoming an outlaw. His little girl was in danger too. This, now insane, man was stalking her. He had also put Kurt and Elliott in danger by involving them. He had known from the beginning that he needed to be cautious about Alex, and the private security had seemed a wise idea, but this... he had never expected this.

Now he was watching and waiting for Alex to come pounding on the door. He had absolutely no idea what he'd do when it happened, but at least he would be ready. At least he would be the one to deal with the consequences and no one else.

"You can't keep doing this, honey." Kurt sat down behind him, legs on either side of Blaine's body, and held him tightly. He felt Blaine grow tense. Something else he'd been doing all week. Kurt wasn't used to Blaine not being a complete cuddle-bug and he didn't like it. He just held him anyway, not knowing what else to do.

They were in the house alone. It was one of those rare week days where neither had to work at the hospital. They had intended to spend the day as a family, but things had transpired to change their minds. First off, Carole had been insistent that they still leave the kids with her and have some alone time, considering how much stress they were under. Blaine had been adamant that his daughter remain with him, however. Kurt had not wanted to argue, though the thought of time alone, which they currently had none of, was certainly appealing. Puck had actually been the one to turn things around. He said he wanted to see what Alex would do when Blaine's schedule was altered. He insisted that Addy would actually be safer at daycare because she would have Burt and one of his men on watch, and that would leave Puck to focus on watching Alex. It didn't make much sense to Kurt, but again, he didn't argue. He had the feeling that Puck was just trying to give them time alone, like Carole. They all saw the exhausted and slightly crazed look in Blaine's eyes and were incredibly worried about him. Blaine only heard that Addy would be safer this way and finally agreed.

Kurt set his chin on Blaine's shoulder and hugged him tighter, hoping to break through to this man who was normally his full-sized teddy bear. It wasn't happening.

"Kurt, I really don't think being close like this is the best idea." Blaine shrugged Kurt off of him completely. It was a gentle but firm move. He didn't want to discuss it. Kurt did.

"Yes, because staring out the window all broodingly is helping a ton," Kurt snapped as he got up off the bed angrily and walked over to shut his closet door with force.

This finally seemed to break Blaine out of his daze. Now he was angry too. "My psychotic husband is out there getting high and then stalking me and my daughter. He's watching me all the time, Kurt! How do you think he'll respond if he sees us together like this?"

"He already has, Blaine!" Blaine just stared, not comprehending. "He's been stalking you for weeks now, apparently. We cuddle, and hold hands, and hug and kiss all the fucking time! Do you seriously think he has yet to see us be close?" Blaine stared in shock for a moment. Kurt never swore. It was a testament to how truly upset he was. Yet another thing that was entirely his fault.

"O.k., so let's say he's seen us like this already." Blaine suddenly wasn't mad anymore. He was just tired. Tired of always doing the wrong thing and letting everyone down. "It's probably just fueled the fire of his crazy. I've already made things bad enough. I don't need to make them worse. I've put myself in danger and I've put you in danger." His voice cracked on the word 'you'. "Worst of all I've put Addy and possibly Elliott in danger. I can't be selfish anymore."

Kurt just gaped at him. "What do you mean by YOU'VE made things bad? And how on Earth have you been selfish? How could you possibly think..." then it clicked. Kurt knew exactly what was going on in Blaine's head. He had eluded to it so many times over the last few days. Kurt couldn't believe that he hadn't seen it yet. His anger was now gone too. He walked over to where Blaine sat and gathered him in his arms. When Blaine started to, once again, protest their closeness he spoke one sentence, "This isn't your fault."

Blaine stopped trying to pull away. He didn't hug Kurt back, but it was something. Kurt tried again.

"He was distant. He fought you. He cheated on you. He was never loving toward Addy. This isn't your fault."

Still he sat perfectly still.

"Blaine, this isn't your fault."

Blaine tentatively wrapped his arms around the other man now.

"He tried to attack you. You didn't attack back. You only left to be in a stable and safe place for both you and Addy. He attacked you again and went psycho on your apartment door."

Blaine smiled the tiniest bit at the last statement, but felt his tears come to the surface as he allowed Kurt to hold him even closer and rub his back now.

They sat quietly for a couple of minutes. Kurt rubbed up and down Blaine's back and kissed away his tears, murmuring, "This isn't your fault," over and over...

"He chose to cheat. He chose to fight. He chose to drink. He chose to do drugs. He chose those things. You did not. You had every right to leave him... and you were lucky enough to find real love. Love that won't cheat, and hate and be spiteful."

Blaine didn't breathe for a moment.

"I love you, Blaine. This isn't your fault. You only got out of a bad situation and now here you are, with a man who loves you. Stop blaming yourself for things you have no control over. Let me love you."

Blaine sat back and looked at Kurt fully, tears in his eyes and an expression of awe on his face. He reached up and gently stroked Kurt's cheek with a thumb.

"I'm not asking you to say it back. In fact, I'd rather you didn't. I want you to say it when you're ready and not when you're going through a crisis. But for now, just let me love you."

Kiss.

"Let me love you."

Kiss, and another, and another... and too many more to count. By now they were lying back on the bed, Kurt on top of Blaine. Blaine reveled in the weight and strove to soak up every inch of Kurt. The way he smelled, the way he felt, the way he tasted. The tears and heavy emotions only served to make their kisses sweeter and more intense. Soon the kissing was becoming desperate. Both men were indeed desperate. Desperate to feel more, to get some release from the tension that had been slowly building over the last weeks.

Kurt blindly groped at the buttons on Blaine's shirt and, for once in his life, the doctor's hands felt clumsy. Blaine reached down and made quick work of the buttons. He then whipped Kurt's t-shirt up and over his head, ripping off the man's glasses at the same time, and tossing them aside. Bare chest against bare chest was almost more than either man could take and they started to move against each other slowly as the heat deep inside began to build. It had been way too long for both men. Their release was only moments away. Kurt pulled back slightly so that he could look Blaine directly in the eye. Both men struggled to keep their movements slow, wanting it to last and needing it to finish all at once. They stared straight into each others eyes, marveling that they were causing as much pleasure as they were taking.

Blaine arched his back and threw his head back with closed eyes as he felt the coiling pleasure reach its height.

"No," Kurt let out a breathless plea. "I want to watch you. I need to see your eyes. Please." Blaine silently struggled to comply. Blue eyes met hazel as pupils grew dark. Their hips stuttered as they gasped softly into their peaks, each in utter amazement at watching the other come so completely undone. Slowly and lovingly they helped each other ride out the high, then finally collapsed together in a pile of bliss.

They fell asleep exactly as they were. Blaine was grasping Kurt so tightly that the doctor couldn't have rolled away if he tried.

Blaine drifted off with two thoughts in his head. (It's not my fault.) (Kurt loves me.)

Kurt fell asleep with a completely different type of thought. (Alex, you sick bastard, if you're somehow watching us right now I have just one thing to say... SUCK IT!)

Alex sat forward in his seat, his heart pounding. The sky was too dark from the storm and he was too far away to see clearly. He had been watching the two shadowy figures just inside a window at the back of the house. They had been pressed up close a while back and had then laid down. They were still gone from sight. That was it. There was no more waiting for things to perfectly align. He was done watching another man do things with his husband that he would never again be allowed. He left his car door open as he ran blindly through the rain, reaching for his pocketknife... next thing he knew he was being slammed into a tree.

Puck watched as Alex opened his car door. (That bastard is actually going for it.) He was fully prepared for this, but somehow it still surprised him. The man had been so zonked out of his mind the last two days that Puck had thought he probably wasn't thinking much beyond his next fix and the ever-present obsession with pretending he was a spy. Puck dove out of his own car, chasing Alex down, no longer concerned with staying inconspicuous. What he failed to notice was something bright flashing in the other man's hand.

Alex felt his right arm being twisted behind him as his face was ground into the bark of the tree, scraping and cutting. He didn't feel a thing though, he only felt the boundless energy from his hit only minutes ago.

"You know what this tree marks, you punk-ass bitch?" Puck roughly pressed him deeper against the tree. "It marks the point where you've violated your restraining order. The exact spot. You're going to jail, tweeker."

Alex couldn't move his right arm at all. Good thing the knife was in his left.

Kurt woke up feeling absolutely and totally blissed out. He had moved slightly in his sleep so that he was only partially on top of Blaine now. The curly haired man was still out like a light and flushed with warmth from Kurt's body heat. No surprise that he was still asleep. He had slept so poorly all week long, tossing and turning in Kurt's arms. Even as warm as he was, he murmured discontentedly in his sleep when Kurt started to move off of him completely and reached to pull the other man back close. Kurt gave in easily, settling back in place. He had missed this the last few days. Blaine had been so distant. It felt like a part of the doctor was missing when he didn't fall asleep wrapped in the nurse's arms. Had it only been three weeks? Kurt felt like he had been in those arms his entire life, and he never wanted to live without. He could stay here all day... except for the drying stickiness that was currently residing in his pants. He could do without that. (Oh lord, I haven't woken up like this since I was in high school.)

Just as he was trying to figure out a way that he could sneak out of bed, clean up, and come back before Blaine woke, a siren sounded... right outside his bedroom window.

Blaine's eyes popped open and wildly looked for Kurt in the milliseconds before he was completely awake. Finding the doctor right next to him he gave an inward sigh of relief before realizing that the siren still meant something bad.

"Freeze! Police!"

Rustling in the yard and doors slamming.

"Freeze!"

Both men ran to the back door, stupidly heedless of the danger, high on adrenaline.

"Man down! We've got a former officer down!"

Blaine watched, heart sinking, as a police officer chased Alex through the neighboring yards and behind a house, out of sight.

Kurt ran, heart racing, as he realized who was crumpled on the ground. He had snatched up the spare medical bag he always kept next to the door and dashed through the downpour, nearly slipping and falling in the mud. Panic seized him as he skidded to a halt next to Puck, realizing the mud was mixed with blood.