Bliss. That was the only word to describe what the past three and a half weeks had been like for Kurt. Pure, unadulterated bliss. He and Blaine had become inseparable during that time, exchanging knowing, coy glances across their desks and flirty Skype messages (although they didn't allow them to get as heated as that first time) at work, and then spending the evenings at one of their apartments, curled up on the couch with dinner and the news on (for Blaine's sake) or tangled in the sheets. No matter where he had spent the previous night, Kurt always woke up in own bed, alone but sated…for the most part. Kurt never thought in a million years that he would be the one craving more in the physical aspect of a relationship, but nevertheless, he was getting antsy. Kurt was dying to know what it would feel like to have Blaine in his—

"Whoa, Kurt, those are a lot of cucumbers."

Tina's observation snapped him out of his erotic daydreaming. They were shopping at The Farmer's Market after work on Tuesday and Tina was studying Kurt's basket with curiosity.

"Oh! I'm trying this new recipe that features cucumbers as the anchor of the dish so I'm stocking up just in case there any faux-pas in the kitchen," Kurt explained breezily.

"Bullshit. You're totally practicing giving a blow job, aren't you?" Kurt didn't reply verbally, but the fact that he was turning as red as the tomatoes in front of them was enough of a confirmation for Tina. "Oh my God! You even got pineapples! Do you really think they make your—"

"TINA!"

"—taste better?" she finished, undeterred by Kurt's scarlet face and rather loud objection to her questioning.

"It's just, it's been a while," Kurt mumbled, scurrying away to the next stand.

Tina followed him. "Jeez, what happened to Kurt, the baby penguin?"

"He got a really hot boyfriend," he informed her, a bit haughty.

She plucked one of Kurt's several cucumbers from his basket and surveyed it appreciatively. "A well-endowed one, too."

Kurt's blush returned with a renewed fervor. He had been praying that Tina wouldn't pick up on his blow job-practice kit. But buying a dildo (ugh, even the word itself sounded dirty and awkward) would have been too mortifying an experience, and besides, this way he could dispose of the evidence after he was done. Kurt wouldn't have bought anything in the first place, but like Tina had seen, Blaine was considerably larger than any of his past trysts, and he couldn't think of anything less sexy than choking in the middle of a blow job. Not that he was even sure that Blaine would allow Kurt to go down on him, but Saturday night Blaine was taking Kurt out for their one-month anniversary, and Kurt wanted to be at least prepared if Blaine felt ready to move to the next level of intimacy.

"Speaking of which, when are we going to meet that hung boy-toy of yours?" Tina inquired as she paid for the fruit she'd collected.

"Damn, Tina are you trying to get me to explode from embarrassment?" demanded Kurt.

"Maybe a little," she confessed with a guilty grin. "But seriously, we really do want to meet him, you guys been going out for like a month now."

Kurt searched for the right words to let Tina down easy. "I, um, I still don't think he's ready yet."

Tina fought to keep her expression neutral. She didn't want to drive Kurt away like Mercedes had with her disapproval, but there was definitely something up with this new boyfriend of Kurt's. All anyone knew about this guy was his name, Blake, he was 'in the closet', but somehow managed to make Kurt very happy. Which would have been enough, except Kurt, Tina, and Mercedes usually told each other everything and Kurt always tensed up when they mentioned Blake…if that was his real name. Still, Tina felt obligated to be just as supportive of a friend as Kurt had been to her for so many years. So rather than interrogating him like she really wanted to, Tina replied with an impartial, "Oh, okay."

"Thanks for understanding, Tina," Kurt told her with a small, sincere smile.

"Of course, Kurt. So what are you two doing for the all-important one-month anniversary?"

0-0-0

"Jean Georges?" Kurt gasped as Blaine led him inside the swanky restaurant. "Seriously, Blaine? Just because I like French food doesn't mean you have to take me to five-star restaurants every time we go out!"

"Yes, I do," Blaine insisted before he paused to give the wafer-thin hostess his name for the reservation. "I never get to take you out, I'm always 'working late'."

"You are ridiculous," Kurt muttered under his breath.

"We don't have to eat here, you know," Blaine told him quietly as they followed the hostess to their table. "I think there's a McDonald's down the street if you'd feel more comfortable—"

"Oh shut up," Kurt playfully smacked Blaine's arm but then pecked him on the lips. "This is wonderful…unnecessary, but wonderful."

"I let you have your cooking," Blaine pointed out as they took their seats, holding out Kurt's chair for him before sitting down in his own. "Let me have my fancy French restaurants."

Their waiter arrived at the table promptly and Blaine noticed Kurt staring at him once their server had returned with their wine. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Kurt's gaze met Blaine's and he smiled sheepishly. "Oh, I was just remembering…you really can't get drunk?"

"Nope," Blaine assured him with a smirk. "Not for a lack of trying either. I impressed many an Ohio State fraternity brother with my ability to drink them under a table."

Kurt snorted. "Glad to hear you've always used your powers for good."

Blaine joined in on the laughter and the couple lapsed into their now-regular easy conversation. It never failed to amaze Kurt that they always had something to talk about, even after all the time they'd spent together in the last month. He thought back to their first date, back when he was so painfully oblivious, and couldn't believe how far he'd come from that mildly awkward night back in May. Now he was holding his boyfriend's hand on the table, playing footsie with him under it, and gazing lov—fondly into his eyes, unable to comprehend that he had somehow managed to score both men of his dreams.

They were forced to release their grip on each other's hands once the food arrived (Blaine had ordered all by himself, Kurt was very proud), yet their game of footsie continued as they ate. Kurt was feeling a little bit wicked and decided to let Blaine know just how much he was enjoying his meal as he stroked the side of his foot up and down Blaine's calf.

Blaine glared at him. "What do you think you're doing?"

Kurt smiled at him as innocently as he could. "What do you mean? I'm just loving my duck." He took another bite and let eyes roll back into his head while he moaned approvingly. "Mmmmmm, Blaine, that's so good."

"Never pegged you as an exhibitionist, Kurt," Blaine said through gritted teeth.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kurt shrugged as began sucking on the end of his fork.

Blaine groaned at the sight. "You're such a little tease, talk about not using one's powers for good."

Kurt relented and dropped his foot back to the floor. "Fine, but we're continuing this later."

"You bet we are," Blaine growled, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Kurt, "I'm going to get you back for that little stunt."

"I look forward to it."

0-0-0

After dinner, Kurt and Blaine found themselves outside one of the more…tamer…gay clubs in Metropolis. "You're okay with this?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Sure. I mean this place isn't half as tacky as that karaoke bar you took me last time."

"Oh please, you loved the karaoke bar," Blaine said. Kurt tried to protest, but he cut him off, "Don't try to deny it."

Twenty minutes later, they were on the dance floor, ignorant to everyone but each other. Well, maybe not everyone. For once Kurt was thankful that Blaine was wearing those God-awful glasses that disguised just how hot his boyfriend actually was. That didn't stop some of the club's patrons from checking him out though, and Kurt found himself having to basically botox the "back off, bitch, he's mine" look onto his face. Blaine seemed to be just as possessive as Kurt, maybe even more so. He had legitimately feared that Blaine was going to rip a guy's head off after he asked to buy Kurt a drink. That was how they had ended up on the dance floor actually, Blaine had more or less dragged Kurt behind him and didn't hesitate beginning to grind himself into Kurt's ass. Blaine's hands were grasping his hips in a domineering fashion, guiding Kurt's movements to match his.

He knew he should at least be a little ticked at Blaine, because really, they weren't cavemen and jealously wasn't a becoming emotion on anyone, but it felt really, really good having Blaine's crotch rubbing against his ass and…oh, apparently Blaine was liking it too, if his hardening cock was any indication.

He wasn't sure how much longer they continued like that, Kurt steadily rocking his ass back into Blaine's cock, which had reached full hardness and was straining against his slacks relentlessly. The friction almost became too much when Blaine began to press hot, wet kisses into the back of his neck. Kurt was about to slide Blaine's hand from his hip to between his legs when suddenly the solid warmth of Blaine was gone and all that was left of him was a murmur of his voice under the blaring music throughout the club.

"WHAT?" Kurt shouted turning to face Blaine.

"I SAID, WE SHOULD COOL OFF," Blaine repeated himself at a higher volume. "HOW ABOUT WE GO GET A DRINK?"

Kurt agreed reluctantly, allowing Blaine to take his hand and escort him through the human labyrinth of dancers back to over to the bar. He really was doing his best not to pout, but it just wasn't fair. They had been so close, the head of Blaine's dick had been right up against the cleft of his ass, separated only by a few measly layers of clothing, and if Kurt grinded back particularly hard, then it almost felt like sex. But he had to respect Blaine. Kurt knew that Blaine would do anything for him, hell, he'd saved his life, and Kurt had to be patient…even if he did feel like he would combust from sexual frustration.

"A cosmopolitan, please," Kurt told the bartender after Blaine ordered a beer, fishing a twenty out of his wallet and slipping it to the bartender before Blaine could notice. "You paid for dinner," he pointed out when Blaine tried to complain.

"Thank you for putting up with me," Blaine told him, clasping Kurt's hand and tracing little circles into the back of it with his thumb. He smiled at the gesture, Kurt had noted this was something his boyfriend did when he was trying to calm him down, but Kurt suspected that Blaine did it just as much for his own benefit as he did for Kurt's.

"No problem," Kurt assured him. "You're well worth the wait, remember?"

Blaine smiled in return, but it didn't seem to quite reach his eyes. The bartender served them their drinks, and the couple nursed them leisurely, content to just hold hands and people watch. Every once in a while, one of them would make a comment about that man's hair or how awful one guy's dance moves were, and the other would chuckle and agree, or make a half-hearted attempt at defending the stranger.

Everything changed however when a certain song began to play. Upon hearing the driving beat of the melody, Kurt squealed and sprang up, tugging on Blaine's hand to take him back to the dance floor.

"BLAINE! LISTEN! IT'S OUR SONG! WE HAVE TO DANCE TO OUR SONG! PLEASE!"

Blaine regarded his boyfriend with confusion for a moment. Our song? He listened for a moment. Wait, this isn't Animal …

As soon as Katy Perry's voice came pouring out of the club's gigantic speakers it clicked.

You're so hypnotizing

Could you be the devil, could you be an angel?

Blaine chuckled at a bouncing Kurt. "Really? E.T.?"

Your touch magnetizing

Feels like I am floating, leaves my body glowing

"Yes," Kurt whined. "Come on! She practically wrote this song about you and we're missing it!"

"Okay, okay," he yielded and permitted Kurt to pull him back on the dance floor.

They say be afraid

You're not like the others, futuristic lover

Different DNA

They don't understand you

Once Kurt had found a spot he deemed acceptable, he wasted no time smashing his body back into Blaine's, resuming his grinding with more intensity than before. Blaine was helpless against that perfect ass that Kurt knew exactly how to move to drive him insane. He was hard again in an instant. So much for cooling off.

You're from a whole other world

A different dimension

You've opened my eyes

And I'm ready to go lead me into the light

Kurt moaned at the return of the firm pressure of Blaine's erection prodding between his cheeks again. He responded by bracing his hands on Blaine's, which were clutching at Kurt's hips again, then dropping down so his back slid down Blaine's chest and back up again. Kurt could hear Blaine's groan over the booming volume of the song.

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extraterrestrial

Their dancing, er, dry-humping, Kurt thought to himself, had grown more erratic as the song progressed. Instead of the steady roll and undulating of their hips together, Blaine had moved to brazenly thrusting his pelvis into Kurt's backside. Yes! Kurt inwardly rejoiced. This is even more like sex!

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your powers, stun me with your laser

Your kiss is cosmic

Every move is magic

Kurt lifted his arms to loop around Blaine's neck, partly to steady himself, partly to attempt to bring them impossibly closer. He tilted his head back to rest on Blaine's shoulder, his eyes closed and mouth parted in ecstasy.

You're from a whole other world

A different dimension

You've opened my eyes

And I'm ready to go lead me into the light

Blaine heard Kurt singing the lyrics under his breath. The fact that it was a sound that only he could hear, and that the words were meant for him, intoxicated Blaine more than any amount of every alcoholic beverage could.

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extraterrestrial

Blaine spun Kurt around so they were finally face-to-face. They traded a stare that was full of lust, but there was something else between them, something deeper. Nevertheless, they continued to sway together, their bodies molded to each other's. Kurt continued to murmur the lyrics, though Blaine wasn't sure if he was aware he was still doing so.

This is transcendental, on another level

Boy, you're my lucky star

I wanna walk on your wavelength

And be there when you vibrate

Kurt may have been mouthing the words of the song unconsciously, but Blaine was almost positive that he wasn't aware what this meant to him, the fact that Kurt found Blaine's foreignness appealing rather than revolting. For years, he had been convinced that being an alien made him a freak, a pariah. He thought that if anyone had found out that he was from another planet, they would run for the hills and not look back, so he had always opted to end relationships prematurely instead of running the risk of letting his secret tear the romance apart. But Kurt had been different, he had accepted him almost immediately for who he was and that's why Blaine sang the next line of the song with Kurt, vowing to him that—

For you I'll risk it all, all

Kurt shuddered under the intensity of Blaine's stare, and took a hint from Katy's lyrics and crashed his lips to Blaine's.

Kiss me, k-k-kiss me

Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison

Blaine responded to the kiss eagerly, and it wasn't long before their tongues were engaged in a fiery, sloppy duel for dominance.

Take me, t-t-take me

Wanna be a victim, ready for abduction

Boy, you're an alien, your touch so foreign

It's supernatural, extraterrestrial

Their lips parted as the song faded and another tune filled the thick air of the club. Kurt realized that this was his golden opportunity, he had to make his move now, so he slithered his hands down the expanse of Blaine's back to cup his butt and gave it a squeeze.

"Oh, Blaine, I'm so hard for you right now," Kurt twitched his hips forward to rub his erection against Blaine's as proof. "Let me blow you, please, Blaine. I want to so badly. I dream about it Blaine, I dream about sucking your glorious cock," Kurt whispered into Blaine's ear, so low that he could barely hear himself, but still confident Blaine was picking up every bit of filth that was tumbling from his boyfriend's lips. Over the past month, Kurt had become considerably more skilled in the art of talking dirty. And maybe he was taking advantage of one of Blaine's kinky weaknesses, but it wasn't really taking advantage when he knew Blaine wanted it just as much as did, right? He knew that Blaine had his qualms regarding his self-control, but Kurt trusted Blaine completely, and maybe if Blaine saw that, he'd start trusting himself. Yeah, Kurt told himself, endeavoring to justify his less than noble motives, you're just showing Blaine how much you 'trust' him. "Please, Blaine, please can I suck you off? I can already imagine how you taste, how you'll feel on my tongue, down my throat…I don't want to beg, Blaine. I will though, anything for you, on you, to you…"

Blaine was surprised that he hadn't come just from Kurt's words after all the stimulation he'd received that evening. He silenced Kurt with another kiss, which turned out to be a bad idea, since Kurt began sucking on his tongue as soon as their mouths had made contact again. God, Kurt really wants this doesn't he? And who am I to deny Kurt what he really wants…

"Okay," gasped Blaine as he broke this kiss breathlessly. "We can…come on, let's go find somewhere we can be alone."

Kurt had to repress the urge to fist-pump in celebration like a Jersey Shore cast member as he followed Blaine over to the quieter, less crowded VIP area of the club.

"We need a booth," Blaine told the woman in charge of the VIP section.

"I'm sorry, we're currently full," she told them with a fake smile.

Blaine scanned the area with his x-ray vision. There were two pods that were unoccupied. "Well, can you check again? Something tells me—"

Kurt shimmied in front of Blaine, thrusting a hand full of cash into the woman's face. "Here. That's three hundred bucks. Got any openings now?"

She froze for a moment before taking the money. "Right this way."

Smart move, Kurt thought, or I would have had to strangle you with that stupid headset of yours.

They were led past a hulkish bouncer to one of the empty rooms at the end of the row. Blaine and Kurt stumbled through the curtained entrance and into the small, circular space with a black leather couch that curved around the circumference of the room. Kurt had Blaine splayed on the couch within seconds, dropping to his knees moments later. His lips attached themselves to Blaine's neck as he began to pop open the buttons on Blaine's button down, kissing and laving at the newly exposed skin of his chest as continued to undress Blaine.

"God, Kurt, you…you look so sexy right now…" Blaine panted as Kurt traced the planes of his abs with his tongue before moving to lick at the line of waistband. Blaine's eyes rolled back into his head and his hands flew out to grip either side of the couch to steady himself. "Oh, ohmygod, yes, Kurt, please ngggh…"

Kurt's nimble fingers unbuckled Blaine's belt and unzipped his fly deftly, watching with hungry eyes as Blaine's cock sprung out of his boxers once Kurt had eased them down. He eyed his prize ravenously and leaned in to lick the bubble of precum from the head…

"Wait, no!"

Kurt let out a noise of frustration and leaned back on his heels with an incredulous look to Blaine. "Seriously? What is it, Blaine?"

"Condom," he choked out.

"No, I want to taste you," Kurt argued as Blaine fumbled with his wallet. "Not plastic."

"What if it was—" Blaine squinted at the label "strawberry flavored?"

Kurt sighed in annoyance and raised an eyebrow. "Why do we have to use one in the first place? I'm clean and you're clean, what's the problem?"

"It's just," Blaine searched for the right words. Sometimes he really hated being an extraterrestrial. "if you, uh, swallowed…um, bad things could happen."

"I highly doubt that your semen is going to make me grow another head, Blaine,' Kurt deadpanned, unimpressed with Blaine's excuse.

"It might!" Blaine objected before he could stop himself. "Kurt, back in Westerville, some people developed mutations from exposure to the meteor rock, so I can only assume that my bodily fluids may have the same effect on you. I'm sorry, this is more trouble than it's worth and—"

Kurt snatched the condom packet and ripped it open. "Shut up," he told Blaine as he unrolled the condom onto his erection, which had wilted somewhat in the past minute or so. Kurt wasn't going to have any of that. He wrapped his lips around the head and sucked, feeling Blaine's cock immediately respond to his touch and stiffen again to full attention. "That's more like it," he pulled off and smiled at Blaine's renewed hard on before glancing up at his lover's eyes. "Now, no more acting like an insecure teenage girl. You deserve this Blaine, you're an amazing boyfriend, not to mention you save the world on a daily basis. Plus, I'm not putting all my practice on those cucumbers to waste."

"What on Earth are you tal—" Blaine began to ask, but Kurt had sunk his mouth back down on his dick, so the remainder of his question came out as "ohhhhhhhhh."

Kurt chuckled around him, the vibrations causing Blaine to grunt and dig his fingers into the couch so deeply that he creating ten little finger-sized holes through the fabric. The holes became full-on tears when Kurt relaxed his throat and took all of Blaine into his mouth.

"Ohhhh, baby, that feels so…nnngh, Kurt…so good, baby…so so good…" Blaine moaned as his boyfriend continued to deep-throat him, his tongue dragging up the underside of his cock as he did so.

Kurt ran his fingertips up and down Blaine's thighs as he continued to work his mouth over Blaine's dick. When he warned him he was getting close, which had involved a lot of moaning and unintelligible syllables, Kurt allowed his teeth to scrape over Blaine's member as he bobbed his head, and with a series grunts and the sound of ripping fabric, he exploded into the condom, Kurt sucking him through his climax.

"Oops."

Kurt looked up at Blaine, glasses crooked on his nose, holding two fistfuls of the couch's stuffing in his hands. He couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

"Hey! Don't laugh! This is all your fault!" Blaine exclaimed, although he was chuckling as well. "You and your teeth, and your nonexistent gag reflex, and your evil tongue…"

Kurt laughed and climbed back into Blaine's lap, drawing him in for a sweet kiss. "So I can conclude from the state of the couch that you enjoyed it?"

"Like you have to ask," he muttered. "Thank you for doing that."

"Thank you for letting me," Kurt told him sincerely, stealing another quick peck on the lips before noting the grimace on Blaine's face. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh, just need to throw out the condom," he said. "It's kind of getting uncomfortable."

"Oh! Of course!" Kurt cried, shifting out of Blaine's lap onto an undamaged part of the couch. "Sorry."

"Thanks, babe," Blaine said, pulling up his pants. "Be back in a sec."

Blaine disappeared and then re-appeared in literally a second, leaning in the doorway with his shirt rebuttoned and a sly smile playing on his lips. He advanced over to Kurt in an almost predatory manner. "How about we go back to your place, so I can—" he palmed Kurt's arousal and whispered the rest of his proposal into his ear "return the favor?"

Kurt simply nodded energetically in reply and they were out of the club and back on the street in no time.

Blaine moaned as Kurt clung to him as he tried to flag down a cab, the nibbling on his ear and kneading of his butt proving to be very distracting. "Has anyone ever told you you're a sex fiend?"

Kurt snorted. "Psh, no." He licked a stripe from the base of Blaine's neck up to the bottom of his ear. "You made me one."

Blaine chuckled darkly. "I wonder what else I can make you into."

Neither man was able to resist a kiss in that moment, their tongues sliding against each other's languidly, until jeers and insults interrupted the liplock.

"HEY! FAGGOTS! GET A ROOM!"

"YEAH, NO ONE WANTS TO SEE YOU TWO SUCKING COCK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET!"

Blaine glared at the pair of men so fiercely that Kurt dreaded he was going to set them on fire. He squeezed Blaine's hand and told him softly, "Come on, let's go. Those two jerks aren't worth it."

The other men were laughing now, they sounded like a couple of hyenas. Blaine had yet to move.

"LOOK, DUDE! ONE OF THEM LOOKS LIKE A GIRL! IT'S NOT AS BAD IF ONE LOOKS LIKE A GIRL, RIGHT?" The man's friend was too delirious with laughter to respond. "GET IT, HOBBIT!"

Blaine lunged at the men, but Kurt was able to hold him back. "Blaine, come on, let's go. They just want a reaction. You're stronger than that, Blaine, don't give them a reaction."

The superhero remained frozen for another long, tense moment, before conceding and beginning to walk away with Kurt.

"HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"

Great, now they're following us. Kurt kept an iron grip on his boyfriend's hand as they hurried down the street.

"OH I SEE HOW IT IS! JUST RUN AWAY LIKE THE LITTLE FAGGOT YOU ARE. HAVE FUN ASS-FUCKING THAT LITTLE TWINK OF YOURS!"

Blaine moved so fast that Kurt barely registered what happened until he heard a smack and a pained cry several feet away from him. He shrieked in horror when he saw that Blaine had slammed the man into the side of a building and was wailing on him. And if the sickening cracks and pops his punches were producing was any indicator, Blaine was unleashing his full strength on the man.

Kurt was paralyzed with terror as he watched the man's friend tried to intervene, but Blaine anticipated his attack and elbowed him forcefully in the face. He staggered back, moaning in pain, clutching his nose that was now spurting blood. The gory sight snapped Kurt back into real-time and he sprinted over to where Blaine was battering the other man.

"BLAINE!" he screamed. "STOP IT!"

But Blaine wasn't listening, he was too absorbed with beating the man to what seemed an inch of his life.

"If—"punch"—you—"punch"—ever—"punch"—insult—"punch"—my boyfriend—"punch"—again—"punch"—I—"punch"—will—"punch"—destroy—"punch"—you," Blaine snarled. All the man could do was sob brokenly as tears and blood rained down his face along with the rest of his body.

"BLAINE! STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" Kurt continued to shout at him, tears of his own running down cheeks from fright. "STOP IT, BLAINE, YOU'RE SCARING ME! YOU'RE REALLY HURTING HIM! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS! DO YOUR HEAR ME? HE'S UNCONSCIOUS, BLAINE! STOP!"

In a desperate last ditch effort, Kurt threw himself at Blaine's side to try to tackle him out of the way. He knew physically it was hopeless, like a leaf hitting a freight train, but Kurt prayed that cognitively the action would cause Blaine to stop. Kurt ran into Blaine's upper arm and was thrown back onto the asphalt as Blaine lifted his arm to take another swing at the man. He let out a cry of pain as his rear end collided with the pavement and only then did Blaine drop the man's limp body and turn around to address Kurt.

Kurt stared at him with large, horrified eyes that were shining with tears. He was looking at Blaine like…like he was…it agonized Blaine to think it…like he was a monster. A moment passed that felt more like an eternity before Kurt scrambled back up to his feet and began to run away.

Blaine stayed frozen for a few more seconds, no longer blinded by rage to comprehend what he'd done. His gut twisted with humiliation and guilt as the gravity of his actions settled upon him. He looked up to see that Kurt had disappeared but he could faintly hear him calling for a taxi a few blocks over. Blaine ran at super-speed so he appeared behind him in a split second.

"Kurt, I'm so sorry," he began, reaching out his hand to lay it on Kurt's shoulder. "I—"

Kurt yelped in surprise at the sudden voice and touch and turned around to face Blaine. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Please, I—"

"I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU! SOME IDIOT MAKE A COUPLE HOMOPHOBIC SLURS SO YOU FUCKING GO TO TOWN ON HIM? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, BLAINE?" Kurt's voice was broken and hoarse and his body shook with sobs as he rebuked Blaine.

"I-I was protecting you," he said pathetically.

"PROTECTING ME? OH, BULL-FUCKING-SHIT! YOU WERE NOT PROTECTING ME. IF THAT GUY HAD TRIED TO HIT ME AND YOU STOPPED HIM THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN PROTECTING ME. YOU WERE BEING A BULLY, BLAINE. YOU, OF ALL PEOPLE!"

Blaine struggled to think of something that wouldn't make Kurt any angrier. "Please, just give me a chance to explain."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" He snapped at Blaine before turning back to the street and resumed trying to flag down a cab. Of course, this is just my luck, no god damn cabs are stopping. "TAXI!"

"Kurt, baby—"

Kurt spun around to face Blaine again. "BLAINE, NOTHING YOU SAY IS GOING TO MAKE THIS OKAY! YOU'RE FREAKING SUP—" Kurt caught himself and inhaled deeply, calming down slightly . "You abused your powers, plain and simple. I saw a completely different Blaine tonight, and he really scared me. I can't be with someone I'm afraid of."

Blaine's stomach dropped at his words. Fortunately for Kurt, the streetlight turned to red, causing an on-duty taxi to pull up right beside him.

"Can…can I at least take you home?" Blaine pleaded with him as he climbed into the taxi.

"No." There was no room for argument in Kurt's tone. More tears were pooling in his eyes, however. "I think I'm actually safer away from you." Then he slammed the taxi door shut with an air of finality.