A/N: Hello there!

I became inspired to write this story after learning of Whitney Houston's death in February and I enjoyed watching Whitney's movie The Bodyguard. So this story is very loosely based on the movie and since this is an AU Klaine story, I'm changing the storylines completely so don't worry if you haven't watched the movie! That's completely OK. =)

Kurt Hummel is a world-famous singer who becomes desperate and afraid when a stalker is out to hurt him. Feeling unwanted and alone, Kurt's friends hire a certain hazel-eyed personal bodyguard named Blaine Anderson to protect him. But what happens when Blaine wants "more" than just to protect Kurt?

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, The Bodyguard and any of the characters that are in this story.

Still with me? I'll shut up now. ENJOY! =D

Chapter 1:: A New Assignment

Kurt Hummel knew that he was screwed. Being rudely tied and bound to a chair by his limbs with duct tape, he squinted his eyes to try to figure out where he was. He frowned when he came to the conclusion that he was held hostage in what appeared to be a basement. The room was only illuminated by the flickering light on the ceiling which made the entire situation all the more eerie and scary. There was only one single door that he could use to escape but since he was unintentionally married to the chair, he couldn't get up and run. While he was grateful that his attacker didn't blindfold him, he was enraged that another piece of duct tape was completely covering his mouth.

He tried to scream. He tried to call for help. He tried everything he could in the debacle he found himself in and he sighed. He hated being vulnerable and unable to move. He needed to get out of here. As he settled into his chair once more, Kurt decided to take the time to recall what had happened prior to his kidnapping.

What did I do to deserve all this?

All of a sudden, he heard footsteps descending into the room and he felt his blood freeze. Could it be Blaine? He surely hoped so. Since Blaine was his bodyguard, Kurt shut his eyes tightly and prayed to the deities above. He hoped that the footsteps belonged to Blaine since he was the man who had sworn to protect him. And save him.

As the room's single door creaked open, Kurt's eyes widened and he felt his heart race in a much more rapid rate that would have been medically impossible. Please be Blaine! Please be Blaine!

But as soon as he met the eyes of the man who had just entered the room, he gasped underneath the duct tape over his mouth and if he had the ability to speak, he would have let out a blood-curdling scream by now. The man who stood before him instantly noticed the horrified shock that was clearly etched on Kurt's face and he let out a dark chuckle which struck fear in Kurt's heart.

"You're mine," the grinning man whispered before taking a step closer, causing Kurt to whimper in defeat. "You shouldn't have tried to run and hide from me, Kurt."

Kurt was panting heavily and sweating profusely now. What the hell does this asshole want from me?!

"No one can save you now," the man smirked when Kurt began thrashing desperately in his seat.

Everything went black now and the last thing Kurt remembered thinking was about his bodyguard. BLAINE! I need you! Save me! Please don't leave me...

Over a month ago...

Blaine Anderson threw a left jab which deepened into the leather canvas of his punching bag. As the punching bag stumbled backwards before swinging back towards Blaine, he lashed out with a right cross and before Blaine knew it, it was approaching sunset. He took off his boxing gloves and grabbed a water bottle. After quenching his thirst, he took a spare towel and wiped himself in order to get rid of the vast amount of sweat covering his bare body. Blaine then ran out of his gym and into his shower.

Half an hour later, Blaine found himself eating his home-cooked dinner which was comprised of simply mac and cheese. The doorbell rang which caused Blaine to jump. Who would be at the door at this time? Blaine thought to himself as he stood up and ambled to his front door. It better not be Nick and Jeff cuz I am tired of seeing make out in front of me just to make feel jealous and sad cuz I'm all alone. Blaine continued to debate and wonder who it was at his door but when he finally had the courage to open it, he froze.

The man who stood on his front porch was a stranger. He was wearing a rather oversized sweater with matching dark blue jeans and a pair of loafers. The fact that he was a giant compared to Blaine's height (which he hated all the time as his close friends would often call him hobbit) further surprised him. As the man in front of him shuffled awkwardly, he finally broke the silence.

"Hello, my name is Finn Hudson and I assume that you are Blaine Anderson. Am I right?" the man asked.

Blaine narrowed his eyes with suspicion as he mentally prepared himself to use self-defence in case this man who calls himself Finn will attack him. "Yes, I'm Blaine. And may I help you?"

Finn arched an eyebrow, "Yes, I have a job offer that I've been meaning to discuss with you. May I come in?"

Blaine's breathing hitched. Job offer? This man wants to offer me a job? After spending a few seconds thinking to himself, Blaine came back to reality and nodded absentmindedly. "Sure, come in."

Blaine stepped aside and leaned against his front door as he allowed Finn to enter his house. Shutting the door, Blaine turned to see Finn walking towards his dining room. He must be hungry. Better go offer him something to eat.

"Um, are you hungry? I've got some leftover pizza in the fridge." Blaine asked and Finn shook his head.

"I'd rather get down to business now and get this over with," Finn replied and he walked to the next room which happened to be Blaine's living room. He sat down on the beige loveseat, making himself comfortable before looking up to see Blaine sit on the leather sofa across from him.

"So what is this job offer you were talking about?" Blaine questioned inquisitively.

Finn sat up on the loveseat and straightened himself, "I'm the manager of a famous singer and actor who has recently become the target of an unknown stalker. This 'stalker' has been sending death threats and other various disturbing letters and my client needs protection immediately."

Blaine frowned. Actor? Singer? Oh no, I do not protect celebrities. I protect government officials and I used to protect the President for god's sake. But no, I don't want to get involved with a celebrity because I can't handle all the drama there.

"Well, I'm sorry but no. I do not protect celebrities, Mr. Hudson. To be frank, the last time I was the bodyguard of a celebrity, it ended badly and I had to resign. I only protect politicians and government officials." Blaine said and he immediately saw Finn's shoulders slump with disappointment.

"But what if I tell you that the person I want you to protect is none other than Kurt Hummel." Finn countered as he folded his arms when he saw Blaine gasp upon hearing Kurt's name. Blaine knew who Kurt Hummel is. He is one of the most successful artists in the music industry and he has sold over 12 million copies of his most recent album Courage. Blaine would deny if anyone ever asks him but he secretly has many of Kurt's songs on his iPod. But most of all, Blaine actually has a secret crush on him.

"K-Kurt-t H-Hummel?" Blaine struggled to say as his voice trembled nervously.

"That's right. And he's my brother too." Blaine's eyes widened as a result of hearing Finn's words. Brother? Of the one and only Kurt Freaking Hummel?

"You're Kurt Hummel's brother?" Blaine blurted out and Finn leaned forward with a cocky smile.

"Yep, and I really care about him and I want you to be his personal bodyguard." Blaine's breathing became heavy as he looked down, pondering whether he should accept the job offer or reject it.

"But is he aware of the death threats and these letters you said?" Blaine had to ask.

Finn looked away, avoiding Blaine's questioning look. "He knows he's being stalked but he hasn't seen them."

Blaine's mouth opened with shock. "So how am I going to protect him if he isn't completely aware of the entire situation? Mr. Hudson, he has the right to know."

Finn finally met Blaine's gaze, "I just think that it's for the best. He doesn't need to know everything because he would freak out if he knows."

Blaine frowned, not believing Finn. "Well, I think that freaking out is the type of reaction someone has when he finds out someone wants him dead!" Blaine's voice rose as he wanted to get his point across.

Finn sighed, "Okay, fine. I'll tell him everything. So, back to the question: Will you be his personal bodyguard?"

Blaine crossed his legs and he felt butterflies in his stomach. If I say yes, I get to protect my idol, Kurt Hummel! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance! Yes, I'll do it! But no… Kurt Hummel's a celebrity. I don't want to protect someone who is probably selfish and mean to his peers and take all his fortunes in life for granted. Hey! Who am I to judge anyone? I'm gay. I shouldn't be judging someone when I even haven't met him personally! So, yes. I'll do it.

Blaine cleared his throat and looked directly at Finn's eyes, "Yes, I'll be his personal bodyguard but only if you promise me that you'll inform him of the death threats."

Finn squealed and threw a fist in the air triumphantly. He stood up from his seat and literally jumped for joy. Blaine gasped upon the sight before him. How could a man who came here for professional reasons suddenly act like a four year old?

Blaine finally decided to stop Finn from going any further in his victory parade, "Okay, calm down." Finn was now gasping for breath, apparently jumping caused him lose all his oxygen.

"Can you start tomorrow?" Blaine was now gasping for air, his desire to meet his idol had reached its limit and he blurted out a 'yes'.

The sign that read Somerset Road told Blaine that he was in the right place. As his car neared Kurt's mansion, his jaw practically dropped down to the ground. It was magnificent. It was surrounded by a long brick wall and there was a fairly-sized road that led from the entrance gate to the front of the mansion. It had many glass windows and the walls were painted with a nice shade of beige. The gardens in front of the mansion were beautifully decorated with many flowers and well-trimmed grass and bushes and shrubs. An apple tree stood just outside of the front porch and Blaine could see several Lincoln town cars and Porsches parked to the side.

Blaine suddenly felt out of place in this beautiful mansion and he whispered, "Wow!". The intercom buzzed in, effectively disturbing Blaine's thoughts and when Blaine identified himself, the gate automatically opened, allowing Blaine to drive in. He parked his Honda beside the other vehicles, his jealousy overwhelming him as he was surrounded by things he could never afford. He got out and went to the back of his car, pulling out several suitcases which contained his belongings.

"You must be Blaine Anderson, right?" Blaine jumped at the foreign voice and turned to see a Latina woman dressed in a red dress with matching black high heels leaning against the side of his car with a smirk.

"Yes, I'm Blaine and you must be…" his voice trailed off and the woman held out her hand.

"Santana Lopez, it's nice to meet you here." The two shook hands before Santana stepped forward, getting dangerously close. Blaine stepped back, unsure of Santana's intentions.

"Look, I'm not going to hurt you," Santana laughed, "I'm just here to get you settled in. I'm Kurt's personal assistant and Finn sent me here to help with your things." Blaine smiled and Santana took some of his suitcases before turning around to the front door, "Follow me."

Blaine did as he was told and once inside, he gasped at the furniture and intricate features of the mansion around him. There is a grand marble staircase to the right which leads up to the rooms upstairs. Blaine turned to see what looks like a study through a doorway and another door led to the kitchen which was fitted with white floor tiles. On the walls hung several frames which contained pictures of Kurt and people who were smiling with him. Blaine assumed that these people are his family.

Santana waved her hand in front of Blaine's awestruck face to get his attention, "Woohoo, Blaine. Follow me, I'll lead you to the guest bedroom. You're gonna love it."

Blaine couldn't hold in his grin anymore. It was too good to be true. Plus, he is going to be sleeping in a guest bedroom? Santana noticed Blaine's facial expressions and she laughed. She walked up the grand marble staircase with Blaine behind her. As they reached the end of the staircase, Santana turned to a hallway and immediately opened a door to the left. She stepped back, letting Blaine through to see his bedroom. Blaine gasped upon the sight of the room.

Blaine felt like a prince as his room was beautiful. He admired the desk and roller chair at the side and noticed that he has his own balcony. There was an LCD TV screen and a red leather sofa. The curtains were faint white and Blaine's eyes widened as he finally saw his bed. Fitted with a thick duvet and two rather chubby-looking pillows, Blaine almost passed out.

Santana walked up to him from behind, "You haven't seen the bathroom yet."

Blaine turned to look at her with disbelieving eyes as she led him to the said room. Half an hour later, Blaine was almost finished unpacking all of his belongings. He was very thankful for having a walk-in closet because he has an impossible amount of clothes, most of which are designed. He separated his casual outfits from his professional bodyguard ones which comprised of mainly suits, ties, bowties, belts and matching pants. He was placing his favorite pair of boat shoes to the side when Santana called his name.

Blaine walked back out to his room and saw Santana lounging in his sofa, waiting patiently for him to be done with his unpacking. "Are you finished, Blainers?" she asked and Blaine frowned at the nickname.

"Blainers? Really?" he asked with an arched eyebrow as he walked over to the body-length mirror and made some adjustments to his overly-gelled hair.

Santana stood up, grinning as she said, "Yep, that's your nickname for now. I'm gonna come up with newer ones as the days go by. Now are you ready to meet Kurt?"

Blaine tensed, his mind spinning uncontrollably. He was about to meet the talented Kurt Hummel! And he couldn't help but have a little fanboy crush on him. He took a deep breath before turning to look at Santana. "Yes, I'm ready. Let's go."

Santana nodded as she led Blaine out to the hallway and down the staircase. Santana walked out to the backyard and once again, Blaine was frozen to the ground in amazement. It was almost a replica of the gardens but only this time, there was a large swimming pool, a Jacuzzi and a little pebble path that trailed into gardens beyond. Blaine noticed that there are two small one-storey houses.

"That house there contains the gym and all the exercising equipments," Santana pointed out and Blaine nodded. He couldn't wait to use the gym to work out and he made a mental note to himself to visit the gym later.

Santana then pointed to the second house, "And this house contains a large space that Kurt uses for dancing and singing practice. Kurt's in there right now as we speak."

Blaine's hands were shaking, "Are you purposely trying to make me more nervous than I should be?"

Santana giggled, "Maybe."

Before Blaine could hit her in the arm, Santana was way ahead of him and she ran to the house, opening the door to let Blaine through. Once Blaine stepped through the doorway, he could see many people were sitting either on the ground or in chairs as they seem to be watching something altogether. Then Blaine heard the most beautiful voice he has ever heard in his life. It was the same voice that is among the most played songs on his iPod.

Blaine turned and followed the people's gaze to find himself staring at the one and only, Kurt Hummel.

He was singing one of his signature songs, Meet Me Halfway, and Blaine was suddenly drawn in to his mesmerizing and soothing voice. As the song ended and Kurt bowed, the people were on their feet, applauding and complimenting him. Blaine joined in and as the people began to file out of the room, Blaine realized that he is now alone with Santana behind him, Finn who was still sitting on a chair cuddling with a woman who was wearing a rather hideous skirt and unflattering stockings and Kurt who was walking towards him.

Kurt held out his hand. "Hello, you must be Blaine…"

"Anderson" Blaine quickly filled in. "Blaine Anderson. I'm your new personal bod-"

"Bodyguard, I know." Kurt smiled and the two shared a firm handshake.

"That was amazing by the way," Blaine exclaimed, "Meet Me Halfway is one of my favorite songs."

Kurt blushed and looked away, "So you listen to my music, eh?"

"Yes, I do."

Blaine didn't know what else to say as his eyes hovered down to observe Kurt's clothes. He was wearing a white buttoned-up shirt with a grey vest and tight black pants and black knee-high boots. Blaine could almost see Kurt's muscles and he looked away, unable to take it all in. Kurt Hummel is a very handsome guy, Blaine thought to himself.

"Before we go any further here, I need to know if you're okay, working with me since I'm gay." Kurt muttered and Blaine's heart broke. He couldn't believe that Kurt would think that he could be homophobic.

"Of course, it's okay. I'm gay too." Blaine assured him and he saw Kurt's posture relax.

"Oh good because the last thing I need is a homophobic asshole in my house." Hearing Kurt's voice in such a sad manner made Blaine step forward and take Kurt's hand, squeezing it.

"Hey, I'm here to protect you, Kurt. The last thing I would do is to hurt you." Kurt's heart rate accelerated as he could feel the electricity sparking as Blaine held onto his hand. Kurt couldn't help but smile, knowing that a professional bodyguard was finally here to protect him. However, he didn't exactly know why Finn had urged him into getting a bodyguard. Kurt feared that Finn is hiding something from him and he decided to confront him later on.

Neither Kurt nor Blaine realized that Santana, Finn and the girl beside him (Rachel Berry) were watching the two with wide eyes. They could easily tell that the two like each other and the fact that Blaine has held Kurt's hand for over a minute now made Santana squeal. Kurt and Blaine turned to look at Santana and Kurt's eyebrows furrowed.

"Did you just squeal, Santana?" Kurt asked.

But Santana shook her head, "No, it's just that the two of you look cute together." Finn and Rachel burst into heavy laughter as Kurt and Blaine gasped. Kurt went up to Santana and grabbed her arm, "You're fired!" Santana suddenly experienced a sharp intake of oxygen. "What?"

Kurt laughed, "No. Of course not, how could I ever fire you, Santana?" Santana's eyes narrowed. She hated when people toyed with her emotions.

"Oh you're gonna get it, Hummel!" she barked before storming out the door.

Blaine couldn't help but smile. He was wrong. He was very wrong. He thought that Kurt was just one of those celebrities who were mean, selfish and rude to the people around him but no, he actually is very different from the stereotype.

"And what are you smiling at, Blaine?" Kurt asked.

Blaine froze. Crap. Before Blaine could answer, Finn was already on his feet, walking towards the two.

"Anyway, Blaine. I need to speak with you in private." Finn motioned for the door and Blaine quickly followed him out.

"Bye, you two!" Rachel called out and once the two were out the door, she lunged at Kurt who screamed in shock.

"You like him, don't you?" Rachel interrogated him. Yes. He's very hot and dapper. Has an amazing fashion sense and he's my bodyguard! Oh my god, I'm falling for him and I've only known him for like five minutes.

Kurt shook his head, not listening to his thoughts that were invading his mind. "No. Why would you ask that, Rachel?"

"A) He's gay. B) He is hot!" Kurt rolled his eyes but Rachel continued on, "C) He held onto your hand for like a whole minute. D) You didn't care that he was holding your hand. Santana, Finn and I saw it all, Kurt. You are falling for him!"

Kurt looked down to the ground. Rachel was the kind of person you wouldn't want to argue with. "Okay, fine! I like him, okay?"

Rachel screamed and jumped for joy, "I can't believe it! Kurtie's got a crush!"

Kurt rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but think to himself. No. This is wrong. Blaine's here because he has a job to do. Dad always said to separate his private and professional life.

Kurt tensed as he suddenly remembered his dad, Burt Hummel. Rachel noticed the change in Kurt's facial expressions and she knew why. She hugged Kurt as tears began trickling down his cheeks. He still couldn't believe that he's gone. It'd be a year since he passed in a week and he hasn't gotten over it.

"Come on, let's have lunch, okay?" Rachel asked and Kurt nodded.

As the two trudged for the door, little did Kurt know that his life was about to be changed forever. And for some reason, he simply couldn't stop thinking about those piercing hazel eyes...

So there you have it! Chapter 1 is done. And reviews will me very happy!

Hope the dramatic intro sets up the suspense mood. Will Blaine be able to save Kurt? Well, you need to read on in order to find out! ;)

Until next time…