A/N: Hey guys! I know I haven't posted anything lately and I'm really sorry to leave you all hanging. I've been really busy lately. My mom is pretty sick and so I'm kind of in charge of my siblings and the house. Plus I have summer projects due for school…I don't think I've slept in days. I had to get a job with my grandmother's neighbors. My older brother is going to college soon and we just don't have the money. Anyway, no more dumping my problems on you guys. I have gotten a lot of reviews asking if I'm going to continue my Gwevin story. The answer would be: if someone has a prompt for me then YES! But I have some serious writers block when it comes to that story. Without further ado…enjoy the story! And if you have never seen P.S. I Love You, this will spoil it for you. Just warning you.

"I'm home!" Blaine called, slamming the door behind him against the gruelingly cold weather.

"Baby?" he called again. Kurt always greeted him the second he stepped in the door.

There was no answer and he walked into the bedroom. A small smile graced his lips when he saw the bed. There was his fiancé, curled around a pillow and sleeping in his day clothes.

He crept slowly over to the bed and leaned down to kiss his cheek. The second his skin touched his he bolted up in bed.

"What? What happened?" He asked in a panic, looking around wildly.

Blaine laughed. "Shh, Darling. Go back to sleep. You look exhausted. Shh. Sleep." he murmured, brushing his hair back.

Slowly, his eyes closed again and he lay back in bed. "Maybe just a few more minutes," He yawned. Within seconds he was snoring lightly.

Blaine smiled to himself and changed quietly into his pajamas.

He was ravenous and started to rummage through the fridge for something to eat. He found some chicken and put it on the stove.

He was in the middle of adding some mushrooms for flavor when the phone began to ring. He cursed quietly, hoping Kurt wouldn't wake up.

"Hello?" he whispered.

"Blaine. Thank goodness I caught you. There was this story on the news I thought you might want to hear about. A crazy person is supposedly roaming around in your area. Just wanted to make sure you locked all your doors and windows. The police are really freaking out over it." Cooper spoke quickly.

Blaine laughed quietly, "Thanks for the concern bro. I'll be extra careful. Don't worry about us."

Cooper sighed, "Blainers. It's my job to worry about you. Say hi to Kurt for me. See you on Friday for dinner. Bye bud." The line disconnected quickly.

"Bye Coop." Blaine hung up the phone with a smile on his face. Ever since Kurt had laid into Cooper for his behavior toward Blaine last Thanksgiving Cooper was beginning to act like a very good big brother. Though he did worry a little more than Blaine thought brothers were supposed to.

"Blaine? Who was that?" Kurt's voice startled him. He whirled around to see him taking the chicken off the stove.

"Oh no, did I burn it?" He groaned, coming up behind him.

"No. But you don't need to cook it that long. See how the inside is no longer pink? That means it's done." He smiled. "Anyway, who was that?"

Blaine chuckled, "Just Cooper making sure we knew there was apparently a psychopath roaming the area. He called to tell us to lock our doors and windows." He lowered his voice into a seductive purr and raised his eyebrows.

Kurt just rolled his eyes and put the chicken onto two plates while Blaine set the table. The chicken was actually pretty awful and the mushrooms could have been cooked less. Blaine smiled as Kurt put on a brave face and ate every bite with a smile. It was one of the things he loved about him.

"You can spit it out." He smiled.

He just exaggerated his chewing and then swallowed loudly. "Delicious!" he laughed.

Blaine slowly stood up and dumped his food in the trash, laughing at his flabbergasted expression. "I'm gonna go call the pizza place." He informed his calmly, walking away.

"Thank god!" Kurt groaned and he couldn't help himself from laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny!" Kurt protested. "I was trying to be nice. But you really need some lessons in the kitchen! That tasted awful!" He was trying to be serious, but seeing Blaine laughing made his smile.

Twenty minutes later they were curled up on the couch eating pizza and watching P.S. I Love You and sobbing.

"Turn it off Blaine." Kurt sobbed.

Blaine just rubbed his back and shushed him; he was pretty into the movie by that point.

"Blaine. Turn it off. Now!" Kurt yelled, jumping up from the couch.

Blaine was startled and turned down the volume a bit. "What's wrong baby?" he asked. There were tears streaming down his face.

"Please." He whispered, before running into their room and slamming the door.

Blaine sat on the couch in shock before turning off the movie and walking down the hall to knock lightly on the door. He heard soft sobs escaping from the mouth of the love of his life. His heart broke for his pain.

"Love, can I come in?" He asked. There was no answer and after a few seconds he turned the knob. Locked. Damn.

"Sweetheart, please? I just want to talk to you." Again, there was no answer. "Please Kurt. I'm sorry if I made you upset. It was just a movie. I didn't know you were serious. I'm sorry." He waited a few more minutes. The only sound coming from the room now was the water running in the connected bathroom. He was taking a shower. Fine, Blaine thought. Be that way! He stomped off and lay back down on the couch. He would sleep out here until Kurt decided to stop being so ridiculous. It was just a stupid movie. Sure, it was sad that the guy died. It wasn't like it was real life.

He was pretty sure the click in his head was audible. He wasn't mad. He was scared. He was reliving his childhood. When his mother died of cancer and his dad almost went crazy. And here Blaine was making him watch a movie that did that to him. He was such a jerk.

He sat up on the couch, groaned, and ran his fingers through his hair. "What am I gonna do with my stupid self?" He grumbled.

He stood up and started pacing around the room. "Okay. Make a plan Blaine. You need something that screams I'm sorry." He muttered to himself. After an hour all he had was a headache to show for his efforts. "Here goes nothing." He said to himself.

He reached slowly for the door handle and turned it. At least it wasn't locked anymore. He slowly opened the door and moved toward the bed. Kurt was lying on his side of the bed, curled around his pillow. "Sweetheart?" He whispered, sitting down beside him.

"Yeah?" He mumbled back.

He slipped under the covers and snuggled in next to him, wrapping him in his arms. He struggled a little, but eventually turned toward Blaine's chest and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry darling. I didn't mean to make you unhappy. I had no idea that the movie would do that to you. I know it reminds you too much of what happened to you when your mom died. I'm so sorry." Blaine whispered.

Kurt was silent for a moment before he started chuckling, "You silly man. That's not what upset me. I just couldn't imagine something like that happening to us. I don't know what I'd do without you." He choked out before he started crying again.

Blaine crushed his gently to his chest. "Oh darling, hush now. It's okay. You're the silly one. What makes you think you're ever going to be able to get rid of me? You're stuck with me forever. And there's nothing you can do about it. Please don't cry. Nothing bad is going to happen to me. And I swear nothing will ever change the fact that I love you more than anything in the world. I don't care if my parents don't like you. I don't care if your brother thinks I'm a midget spy. I don't care about those things. They can't break us. And nothing ever will. I promise."

Kurt looked up at him and a small smile appeared on his lips. He kissed his softly. Just as he was about to wrap his arms around his neck, there came a sound from the living room. In the split second before Kurt screamed, Blaine put his hand over his mouth. "Shh!" He warned.

There was another crash and Blaine quickly got out of bed and motioned for Kurt to stay where he was. His eyes were wide and they started to fill with tears. He wanted to comfort his but he needed to make him safe first. He crept silently down the hall and saw a light come on in the kitchen.

He peeked around the corner and saw the silhouettes of two men rummaging around in the cabinets. One of them turned around quickly and saw him. "Hey!" the man yelled, coming after Blaine. He turned and ran back to their bedroom and locked the door. The man slammed against the door as soon as he got it locked.

Kurt screamed before Blaine could stop him. Great, now they knew he was there too. "Come out of there you coward. And let's a get a look at your pretty little fiancé." The man yelled tauntingly through the door. Blaine saw red, but Kurt seemed concerned with something else, "Blaine. I invited Tiffany to drop off her daughter. She's sleeping in the other room." He whispered.

"Why didn't you tell me before? God Kurt! I would have gotten her in here before I went to see what was wrong. You're so stupid!" Blaine groaned quietly.

Kurt stood up straighter, "We can play the blame game later if you don't mind. Right now we need to get to the guest bedroom." His eyes had tears and guilt filling them and Blaine immediately felt awful.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." He muttered, thinking of a way to get across the hall with a man that may or may not be armed standing right outside his door.

He strode over to the dresser and got down on his hands and knees so that he could reach under it. He felt the cold metal on his fingertips and sighed. Good thing he didn't put it in the living room like he was going to. He pulled out the pistol his brother had given him when he and Kurt had moved to New York.

"Cal, I want you to get under the bed. And no matter what happens I don't want you to come out until I tell you to. Got it?" he whispered. Kurt nodded and then kissed him hard on the lips. "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too. Hurry!" He encouraged.

He slid under the bed and he braced himself. He got the gun ready and put his hand on the doorknob. He took a deep breath and unlocked it quietly. He took another deep breath, aimed the gun about where the guy's head would be and threw open the door.

He saw the man moving toward him and he acted automatically pulled the trigger. There was no noise after that. The man dropped to the floor with a trickle of blood coming from his forehead. Blaine took one look and threw up on the carpet.

He quickly wiped his mouth and got the gun ready to shoot again.

He moved toward the kitchen and saw that there was no longer another man in there. He moved quickly back into the hallway and opened the door to the guest bedroom. "Amanda?" he called into the darkness. He flipped the light on to see the 6 year old huddled in a ball in the corner with tears running down her face.

"Come here sweetie." He encouraged.

She ran swiftly to him and he lifted her into his arms. "It's okay." He soothed. But then he heard Kurt scream from the other room and he ran to him. When he threw open the door the first thing he saw was a gun being held right against Kurt's head.

Shucks.

A/N: CLIFF HANGER! I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Drop me a review with any ideas and comments. Please don't flame though. I just spent valuable time writing this. Thanks. I love you all!