Turning around Blaine scrunched up his nose and glared, “Thanks Dan. Do you know anything?”

Walking towards the auditorium with Dan, Blaine kept his hand interlocked with Kurt’s as they listened to Dan speak, “I don’t know exactly, but I know that the police is here and they’re taking four hours today and talking to every year. Apparently, there have been excessive amounts of deaths in the city?”

Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand, biting on his lip. Blaine took a deep breath, squeezing Kurt’s hand back, “Oh shit, that’s terrible.”

“Yeah. I overheard Beth talking about it the other day. She’s interning at the local police department and said most of them had been sliced in the neck. The way she described it made me want to be sick.”

Blaine’s eyes quickly moved over to look at Kurt, worried. Did the police know who was doing it? Did they have any clues of any kind? Were Kurt and Blaine done for? Blaine could feel Kurt’s hand starting to sweat and his grip tightening, “I’m sure there’s just some sadistic serial killer walking around needing a thrill is all.”

Kurt choked on his laugh, before looking over at Blaine, glaring, “Are you serious?”

“What? It makes sense right? Isn’t that what a serial killer does? They kill people for the thrill right?” Blaine snickered.
“Blaine!”

Chuckling softly, Blaine walked into the auditorium, not being able to stop laughing. Kurt groaned, sliding his hand out from Blaine’s grip as he sat down in a chair in the back of the auditorium. Blaine followed him, sitting down next to his boyfriend with Dan sitting next to Blaine.

Dan leaned over towards Blaine, “What’s with your boyfriend?”

“He’s just a little on edge.”

“Dude, seriously, you okay? You’re shaking like a fucking leaf.” Dan stated leaning forward to look at Kurt.

Kurt looked over at Dan, expressionless, “No.”

“Woah, why? What happened?”

“I just... I just don’t like people dying is all.” Kurt stated softly, taking Blaine’s hand in his, squeezing it.

“Dude, no one does.” Dan stated, chuckling softly before slumping back into his seat.

His breath deepened as he fidgeted next to Blaine. Kurt was afraid, very afraid the police had an idea of who had caused all these murders. He couldn’t be caught, he really couldn’t. As he watched the policemen step up onto the stage, his hand clenched up around Blaine’s. He whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, “What if they know?”

“Kurt, everything’s going to be okay, I promise.” Blaine whispered back, squeezing Kurt’s hand tightly.

Kurt’s body calmed down, his breath soft and his breaths deep. His head turned up to face the police officer, holding a microphone tightly in his hand, “You all have been brought here today so we can inform you of a very pressing manner. It seems as though there have been quite a few murders in the town over the last few weeks.”

Students began to whisper to themselves, some freaking out, wondering how they hadn’t heard about it and whether or not they’d be affected personally by it. Their whispers and gasps were silenced quite quickly by the policeman’s loud booming voice, “Please. It seems as though those murdering the students that it’s all planned carefully. The deaths are very strategically organized, almost never the same way. Or if they are, it’s not the same more than once in a row. We’re not sure as to weather this is one person or more than one.”

Blaine bit his lip, shifting awkwardly in his chair as Kurt let out a soft whimper. The two turned to face each other, hoping that was all they had.

“We’ve brought you all here today to inform you that as of now, there will be policemen at the corners of every major intersection in the city, keeping a close watch. Don’t be alarmed, don’t be worried if they ever ask you a question, they’re only here to help.”

Students once again began whispering to themselves as the policemen wrapped up the speech. Everyone stood up, exiting the auditorium. Kurt pulled Blaine out of the auditorium, pushing him into a dark corner in the back of the building, “Blaine, we can’t do this.”

Blaine took Kurt’s face in his hands, gently rubbing his thumb along Kurt’s jaw line, “Baby, listen to me. We’re going to be okay. I know this may sound scary and I know that you might be worried, but you know how careful we are.”

Kurt looked into Blaine’s eyes, biting his lip, “I’m scared, Blaine. What if we get caught? What if something happens?”

“I know you’re scared. I am too, but we’re going to get through this together. I promise, we’ll be okay.”

“You promise?”

Blaine nodded, “I promise.” He leaned in, kissing Kurt softly on the lips before pulling him into a tight hug, gently rubbing his boyfriend’s back.

When Blaine pulled away, Kurt let out a soft sigh, linking his hand with his boyfriend’s walking back to their apartment complex. As they walked up the stairs to Kurt’s apartment, he pulled Blaine up against the door, kissing him. The warm touch of Blaine’s lips against Kurt’s seemed to make everything better. Kurt had immediately felt safe in his arms, the worry of earlier, almost disappeared.

“Can you spend the night tonight? I just don’t want to be alone.” Kurt asked, clinging tightly to Blaine’s shirt.

“Of course. Do you honestly think I’d leave you alone tonight?”

Kurt shrugged, smirking. Blaine chuckled, ruffling his boyfriend’s hair, “You were really shaken up earlier, and I’m not leaving you alone. Besides, neither of us have classes until after lunch tomorrow. I wouldn’t mind spending the night curled up on the couch with you.”

Fumbling in his pocket, Kurt pulled out his keys, unlocking the door to his apartment. As the door shut, Blaine pushed Kurt up against the wall, closing the distance between them, his lips pressed against Kurt’s, his tongue sliding into Kurt’s mouth. Sliding his hands up around Blaine’s neck, his hands tangled in Blaine’s curls. Blaine’s lips, moved gently with Kurt’s, capturing his bottom lip, gently sucking on it as Kurt let out a soft moan.

“Kinkaaaaaay!” Parker’s voice was heard from the living room.

Kurt pulled away from Blaine, walked over to Parker and whacked him over the head. Parker looked up at Kurt, scrunching up his nose, “Oh my head, head pain, everywhere, must, go hospital.”

“Oh the horror, your poor head sweetie pie, there’s a big dent in it now. I must bandage you up, you precious little baby.”

Parker looked up at Kurt, pouting, reaching his arms out for him. Kurt walked over to Parker, pulling him up by his shirt. He pulled him into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around Parker’s neck. Wrapping his arms around his best friend, Parker lifted Kurt up, spinning him around in a circle. When he put him down, Parker grinned, ruffling Kurt’s hair.

Kurt chuckled softly, poking Parker’s chest before he sat down on the couch. Blaine sat down next to him, crossing his arms over his chest. Kurt raised his eyebrows, looking over at him, “What?”

“What was that?”

“Are you serious right now Blaine? Seriously? It was just a hug. You know Parker’s my best friend.”

Blaine shifted in his spot, running his hand through his hair, “I just don’t like it. I don’t like how close you two are. It bothers me okay?”

“Really?”

Staring at Kurt’s lips, Blaine grabbed his boyfriend’s face, crashing their lips together. He tangled his fingers in Kurt’s hair, leaning forward, pushing him down onto the couch. His legs were tangled with Kurt’s as he sucked on Kurt’s bottom lip. Kurt’s tongue slid across the top of Blaine’s lip, begging to be let in. Blaine slowly pulled off Kurt’s lip, with a loud smack.

He pushed his lips back onto Kurt’s sliding his tongue into Kurt’s mouth. He felt Kurt’s lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it. A soft moan left his lips as he rolled his hips into Kurt, who’s hands had found their way to Blaine’s ass. As Kurt began to moan, his hands clinging onto Blaine’s curls tightly. He bucked his hips up into Blaine, pulling away from the kiss, reaching onto the table for his ringing cell phone.

“Hello?” Kurt mumbled as Blaine kissed his neck.

Blaine rolled his hips into Kurt’s making Kurt moan softly, “Uhmmm, yeaah, that’s cool.”

Kurt whimpered as he listened to the conversation on the other end, trying to keep his moaning to a minimum, “Oh my God, no. I do not, Oh god. Blaine, stop it!”

“No, he’s just being horny, don’t worry about it... Mmmm, when will you be here?”

Once again, Blaine rolled his hips into Kurt’s, kissing his neck and gently running his hands underneath Kurt’s shirt. Letting out a loud whimper Kurt took hold of Blaine’s curls trying to push him away, “Tomorrow? Okay, that’s great... I’m excited too...yeah, it’s been a while.... Oh okay, you are? Oh that’s good...okay, see you tomorrow hon.”

Kurt turned to face Blaine, raising his eyebrows, “Blaine, what the hell? I was on the phone.”

“I’m sorry but you’re just so tasty and I just want to kiss you.”

Chuckling softly, Kurt brought Blaine’s face to his lips, kissing him softly. Blaine ran his hand through Kurt’s hair, “Who were you talking to?”

He resumed kissing Kurt’s neck, sucking gently, making his mark as Kurt explained, “That was Santana. She went to high school with me. She and her girlfriend Brittany are going to be here tomorrow. They want to have dinner and catch up.”

“Were you and Santana friends? It doesn’t seem like it.” Blaine stated as he pulled Kurt’s shirt over his head.

“Kind of? I mean yeah, in a way? We’re the kind of friends that don’t choose to hang out with each other, but if we’re both in the area, we might as well?”

Blaine ran his hand through Kurt’s hair as he kissed his way down to Kurt’s jeans, “I hope you two have fun.”

“I want you to come with me.”

Shooting his head up to look at Kurt, he dropped his jaw slightly, “What? Why?”

“You’re my boyfriend aren’t you?”

Blaine nodded, unbuttoning Kurt’s pants, watching him squirm underneath, “I want my friends to meet you. You mean a lot to me.”
Stopping and looking up at Kurt, a soft smile on his face, he blushed, moving up to kiss him, “You mean a lot to me too Kurt.”

“We have to be really careful though. No one can find out.”

A soft chuckle left Blaine’s mouth, “Do you really think I would risk us getting put in jail?”

“I just want to be safe.”

Blaine nodded, climbing on top of Kurt, nodding softly. He was just about to lean in and kiss him again when Parker entered the room, “Getting kinky on my couch are you Hummel?”

“Oh fuck off Parker. Let us have our fun.”

“Dude, you get cum on that couch and you’re cleaning it with a toothbrush!”

Kurt scrunched up his nose, “And it’s okay when the girls you bring over make a mess?”

“It’s still my couch. I’d rather have some hot girl all over it than you.”

“Oh you know my cum is wonderful.” Kurt laughed.

Blaine raised his eyebrows, “I don’t even want to know.”

Kurt laughed, pushing Blaine off him. He reached over to the table, picking up his phone, “I’m gonna order some pizza, Blaine do you mind just sharing a large pizza with me and Parker?”

Blaine nodded, fiddling with Kurt’s hand. Parker shouted from his bedroom, “You’re getting the usual then Kurt?”

“Of course,” He dialed the number for Kurt and Parker’s favorite pizza place, “Hi, yes, Kurt Hummel, yes, one large pizza with extra cheese, sausage, pepperoni, green onions, ham and yes, I said extra cheese, and by extra I mean extra.”

Once Kurt hung up, Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re really going to eat all that? You don’t seem the type.”

“I wasn’t, but Parker ordered it and basically forced me to have a slice and I fell in love.”

“Bring it on then.”

...

The next evening Kurt pulled on a black vest over his white shirt, standing in front of his full-length mirror, admiring his outfit. A small smile fell across his face as he walked out of his bedroom, seeing Parker sitting on the couch in just a pair of shorts, shoving potato chips in his mouth. Kurt couldn’t help but laugh as he put his wallet, keys and phone in his pockets.

“Dude, do you ever stop eating?” Kurt asked Parker.

Parker chuckled, looking over at Kurt, “No, I don’t. Dude, the fuck? You look hot. Where you going?”

“Blaine and I are going to meet my friend Santana for dinner.” Kurt responded, patting his pockets, making sure he wasn’t missing anything.

“Is she hot? Would she like me?” Parker’s eyes lit up.

Kurt couldn’t help but laugh, “No, she wouldn’t. She’s a lesbian and I thought you had a girlfriend.”

“Key word there Hummel, had. She dumped me for some other guy. Whore, that girl was.”

Rolling his eyes, Kurt walked over to the door, pulling his shoes on, hopping around on one foot, “I swear you go through girls like you go through potato chips.”

“And that’s a problem how?”

Kurt sat down on the floor, pulling his shoes on properly, “Don’t you ever want to just settle down with one girl?”

“I’ve thought about it, but where’s the fun in that?”

“You and I are talking when I get back. I think I’ve got the perfect girl for you.” Kurt stated, standing up, “I’ll see you later. If you touch my Ruffles you better buy another bag or I will be forced to steal your Lost box set.”

Parker squealed, “DON’T TOUCH MY LOST. I will, I will, now hush go, you’re late.”

Kurt looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall, cursing softly under his breath. He waved to Parker and left their apartment. Rushing down the hallway and down the stairs, he stopped in front of Blaine’s apartment, knocking loudly, “Blaine! Blaine, we’re late!”

The door opened to Brooke smiling, “He’s drying his hair, he’ll be done in a minute, come in.”

Kurt nodded, ruffling Brooke’s hair, “Thanks, love.”

He headed back into Blaine’s bathroom, leaning up against the edge of the doorframe, “Lookin’ good there sexy.”

Blaine turned around to face Kurt, a huge grin on his face, “Same goes to you.”

Running his hand through his now dry curls Blaine smiled, walking over to his boyfriend pulling him close, pressing his lips against Kurt’s with a chaste kiss, “You really do look wonderful Kurt.”

A blush crept across Kurt’s face as he smiled, “I love hearing you say that, but really, we should be going.”

Blaine nodded, taking Kurt’s hand, dragging him out of the bathroom, and picking up his wallet, keys and phone before racing out of the apartment. The two headed down the street, giggling softly with each other. Arriving at The Gateway, Kurt and Blaine headed inside, to wait for Santana and Brittany. A waiter approached the two, with a smile on his face, “Can I help you boys?”

“I have a reservation for four under ‘Hummel’ but we’re waiting for two more.” Kurt explained.

The waiter nodded, walking away from them as Kurt turned to face Blaine, “What if it’s really awkward? We haven’t seen each other in three years and we weren’t very good friends to begin with.”

“Kurt, it’s going to be okay. I promise.” Blaine responded, gently rubbing his thumb along Kurt’s jaw.

“I mean okay, yeah, we tolerated each other and we had our moments but we never went out like this.”

Blaine looked into Kurt’s eyes, “Listen to me. Stop worrying so much. This isn’t like you.”

Kurt fidgeted, shifting awkwardly on his feet, “What if we get drunk tonight and she finds out? The school technically already has, even though they don’t know it’s us.”

“We’ll just have to be extra careful then won’t we?” Blaine asked softly, pulling Kurt close to him, hugging him and holding on tightly.

Sighing Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, resting his head on Blaine’s shoulder. He felt so safe with him, so calm. There was something about the way Blaine hugged Kurt that felt different than anything he’d known. It was a simple act of compassion that Kurt thought would always help him realize everything was okay.

“Kurt?” A female voice Kurt recognized said from behind him.

Turning around, Kurt saw Santana standing in front of him with a simple blue dress and her dark hair over her shoulders in curls, smiling over at him. Kurt grinned, stepping towards her, pulling her into a hug, “Santana!”

She hugged him back, holding on tightly, “It’s been far too long, Kurt.”

As they pulled away, Kurt smiled, turning to face Brittany, his face lighting up. She grinned, pulling him close to her, hugging him tightly, “I missed you Kurt.”

“I missed you too sweetheart.”

Brittany took Kurt’s hand, holding onto it as the waiter led the four of them to their table. The two girls sat on one side and the two boys on the other. Santana smirked, looking up at Kurt, “So, who’s this lovely creature?”

“This is Blaine, my boyfriend. Blaine, this is the lovely Santana and her girlfriend Brittany.”

Santana grinned, “Blaine, I like it, very proper and sexy. If we were both straight, I’d fuck you.”

“So...uh...how’re uhm, things back home?” Kurt stuttered.

Santana scoffed, “Oh come on Hummel, let’s get real. What’s the wildest club in this city? Brittany and I are looking for ways to spice up our love life... Tell me, dearest Kurt, what gets you and Blaine hot?”

Blaine and Kurt’s faces turned bright red, their breath now quick. Kurt ran his hand through his hair, “Uh... well...”

“Actually, Kurt and I have this thing we do. It actually gets us real ho-“ Blaine was stopped by a hard slap across his arm and a simple look telling him to shut up.

“What?” Blaine asked confused.

“Are you stupid? Did we not just talk about this before they got here?”

Brittany’s head perked up, “Oh now you’re got to tell us.”
Kurt shook his head, “That’s kind of personal, but we do know of a few great clubs here in the city.”

Santana scrunched up her nose, “Since we’re thinking of moving here, we’ll see all the bars here. Why don’t we check something out in New York city? I’m sure there’s something that’ll make us all hot and bothered.”

“Dan told me of this really good place, it’s called ‘Strip’.” Blaine piped up.

“That sounds real kinky, I’m up for it!” Santana smirked.

“I love clubs with names like that, so I’m in. “ Brittany chimed in.

Kurt smiled softly, “It’s settled then, and we’ll head to Strip after we get some food in.”

The four ordered their meals, laughing and catching up as they ate. Kurt couldn’t believe he actually missed Santana. Brittany yes, but Santana? She’d changed quite a bit since he’d last seen her; she was sweeter, a little more polite. She was still a bitch, no doubt, but she was having fun, laughing, and enjoying herself.

“Can you believe that Lord Tubbington is still smoking? I thought he gave it up, but once San and I decided we wanted to move to New York to try and go to school here, he started again. I had to hide them from him, but he finds them so easily. I don’t understand.”

Santana couldn’t help but chuckle, a soft smile on her face as she watched her girlfriend talk. Blaine chewed softly as he looked awkwardly at Kurt and his two friends, “I’m sorry but who’s Lord Tubbington?”

“Oh, he’s my cat. He likes to smoke!”

“But, cat’s don’t –“ Blaine was cut off by Santana shaking her head, giving him a stern look.

“When you said moving here, did you mean to this school?” Kurt asked.

Brittany nodded, “Yeah, we really love the city here and this school has a really good History program and I really would love to own a museum someday and Santana loves the theatre here.”

“I’m sorry. History?” Kurt couldn’t help but choke on his food at the thought of Brittany doing History.

“It’s the one thing that isn’t so difficult to understand. There’s no ridiculous thought process. It’s all there, laid out for you. You just have to remember it. Besides, I’ve always been good at remembering pointless things anyway, so why not dedicate my life to it?”

Kurt smiled, “That’s always a good way to think about it.”

“For example, did you know that an inflated porcupine can reach a diameter of up to 35 inches? It puffs up by swallowing water and then storing it in its stomach. The stomach then increases in size with more water. If the fish is taken out of water, it can even inflate in a similar way by swallowing air.”

“Really? That is so cool!” Blaine grinned.

Brittany beamed, loving that someone enjoyed her nonsensical ramblings, “I know right? I would love to see it happen.”

A soft smile fell across Blaine’s lips as he looked up at Brittany, nodding. He could tell why Kurt liked her. She was smart when she tried to be and honestly, very sweet. Blaine was having a great night, learning all kinds of facts he didn’t know, some of which Santana just smiled at, others, which she let her jaw drop in awe. The four of them enjoyed their night, laughing, smiling and having a good night.

They’d made a point to have a few celebratory glasses of wine, perhaps drinking one too many. But the night was young, and the group had plans for the night. They left the restaurant, giggle and talking amongst themselves once again. Santana had Brittany’s hand tightly in her grip, following Kurt and Blaine down the street to the subway. The four of them got on, standing in a corner, giggling and pointing out odd outfits on the train.

Walking down the street, Kurt squeezed Blaine’s hand, occasionally looking back at his two friends. He was afraid of what’d happen tonight, whether or not they’d kill anyone. He couldn’t have them see, it would ruin everything, they’d be sent to jail for sure. Blaine shook his head, leaning close to Kurt, kissing his cheek, “Shhh, it’s okay.”

Blaine looked up at the names of the bars in the area, pointing up to one with big blue and green flashing lights, Strip. Brittany bounced up ad down, going in quite quickly, pulling Santana along with her. Following them in shortly after, Kurt and Blaine headed straight for the bar. Hopping up onto the stool, Blaine ordered their usual drinks.

Kurt reached for his drink, taking a small sip, spinning around in his chair, watching Santana and Brittany spin each other around, the smiles on their faces growing by the second. Crossing his legs, Kurt looked over at Blaine, “Do you see anyone? That is if you want to tonight.”

Blaine raised his eyebrow, laughing softly, “Are you going to deprive me of an orgasm Kurt Hummel?”

Kurt chuckled, leaning closer to Blaine, pointing to a tall guy in the corner, who had been staring at Kurt ever since he’d arrived, “What about him?”

Tilting his head to the side, Blaine smirked, nodding, “He seems pretty into you, go get him tiger.”

Kissing Blaine’s cheek softly, Kurt sauntered over to the guy, winking at him before starting to dance a few inches away from him. The guy watched Kurt’s hips move and his ass shake as he danced, stepping towards him, placing his hands on his waist. Kurt turned back to look at him, taking hold of his head in his hand, whispering softly in his ear.

Santana was sitting at the bar, holding Brittany’s hand tightly, giggling uncontrollably. She downed another shot, watching Brittany sway beside her. As she put more and more alcohol into her body, she started making much less sense. Tears started falling down her face as she got drunker. Brittany pulled her off the chairs, pulling her to the dance floor, trying to get her to dance, to get her to stop crying.

The guy slipped his hand into Kurt’s, letting Kurt pull him out of the club, through the back entrance. Santana watched Kurt leave, pulling Brittany along with her, skipping through the crowds of people, peering out of the doorway, watching Kurt a guy up against the wall fiercely.

Kurt growled in the guy’s ear, not noticing Santana. He did however hear Blaine’s footsteps behind him, turning to find Blaine smirking. Kurt watched Blaine rest his back up against the wall, just watching. As Kurt rolled his hips into the guy, he reached into his back pocket pulling out his pocketknife.

Gently trailing it along the guy’s neck, he rolled his hips into him, hearing a loud voice from behind him, “WANKY!”

Jumping, Kurt dropped the pocketknife to the ground and turned to face a very drunk Santana, giggling and winking at him. Kurt’s heart was beating fast, his eyes darting back and forth between Blaine and Santana. Brittany shook her head, apologizing softly as she pulled Santana back into the bar. Kurt took a step back, pushing the guy away from himself.

He sunk down to the floor, picking up his pocketknife and shoving it into his pocket. Blaine sat down next to him, taking his hand, gently rubbing tiny circles on it, “He was drunk off his ass, he won’t remember.”