A/N: This is my first Klaine mpreg fic, so be nice, okay? Or you'll traumatize me for life. I do not own Glee or the characters but this story is purely mine. WARNINGS: MPREG, NON-CON and INFIDELITY... you've been warned!

Blaine sighed seeing all the houses he had passed by but still couldn't find the place he had been looking for — a workshop. His new coworker had given him the address to the allegedly the best workshop and mechanic in Los Angeles but so far, Blaine had failed to spot the place. He had been in LA for nearly three weeks only that was why he was not yet familiar with the road.

"Nick, I'm so gonna kick your ass when I got home, you hear me?!" Blaine yelled to the phone angrily. "You better pray I find the damn workshop in the next five minutes or I swear to God you'll be sorry for not coming with me!"

Blaine threw his phone to the passenger seat once he was done yelling. It was silly to scream through the phone while you were actually talking to the answering machine instead of talking to the real person but Blaine was so angry, he didn't care. Nick had been in LA longer than Blaine and he supposedly helped Blaine with the road but he had bailed out at the last minute saying that his boss had suddenly turned into the angel of death, making it impossible for Nick to come home early.

Blaine groaned, pulling over the car to the side of the road. He studied the address once more to make sure he got it right. It was an easy task — find the workshop and let the mechanic fixed the car but apparently it was difficult for a small town boy like Blaine to survive in the big city. Didn't ever want to quit, Blaine began his journey again.

Blaine had never left his hometown before since twenty-six years of his existence. It was hard for him to leave the town where he was born in, grew up and spent practically his entire life but Blaine knew he had to do it even though that would mean he had to leave everything behind. Blaine didn't have anyone else to call a family anymore except his best and only friend Nicholas Duval and the man himself had migrated to the big city to find a better job a year ago, leaving Blaine alone.

A few weeks before Nick left, Blaine still had a brother and that was why he didn't take Nick's offer to come with him. He had to take care of his brother since he was the only family he had left but God had a different plan for him. Cooper Anderson passed away a couple of months later and Blaine packed his bags to move in with Nick six months after his brother's death.

Blaine continued his profession as a high school teacher where he met his colleague Mercedes Jones — the woman who suggested him the 'less-than-twenty minutes-drive' workshop where someone closed to her worked.

"Finally!" Blaine was all but shouted when he spotted it — the workshop he had been looking for almost an hour.

Blaine parked his car outside the garage and stepped out of the vehicle. The place was decent but it had been blocked by all the big houses around, that was why it was hard for Blaine to find it in the first place.

"Can I help you?" A good-looking, tall Asian man came to Blaine. He was wearing a blue black jumpsuit but he looked good in it.

"Yeah, actually… something's wrong with my car." Blaine answered, pointing toward his car.

The man glanced at Blaine's car and he smiled. "The boy gonna love it." He told Blaine, placing his non greasy hand on Blaine's shoulder which was covered by a turquoise colored shirt.

Blaine cringed a little. He didn't want his brand new shirt being dirtied with oil and other stuffs but he kept on his good manner and flashed the man a smile of his own. He was a teacher after all, he should show a good example.

"Hey, Hummel! Get your ass out here now!" The man got back into the garage and shouted.

"I'm coming!" Blaine heard the reply from the inside, with a slight tint of annoyance in the voice. The voice was light, much more lighter and soft than Blaine's very own. It sounded so sexy. "Jeez, do you have to shout that loud?"

"Wasn't sure you gonna hear me." The man in the jumpsuit replied, walking together with the slightly younger man.

Blaine blinked, eyes locked to the new voice's owner. There, walking towards him was a very gorgeous guy with pale skin and a beautiful chestnut hair. Blaine closed his mouth, afraid he might drool at the sight of the man who wore a pair of ripped jeans and white tank top in front of him. Their eyes met for a while and Blaine felt his knees going weak when the guy with the chestnut hair smiled at him, showing his dimples.

"Look what I got for you." The Asian man said to the Greek God as they stopped in front of Blaine. "I'm sure you gonna like it."

The guy chuckled slightly. His sight fell on Blaine, not the car. "That's very nice of you to find me a date Mike, but you know I don't like blind dating."

The tall man smacked Blaine's new crush head upside. "I was talking about the car, you moron!" He then turned to Blaine. "This is my best mechanic, Kurt. I'm Michael Robert Chang, Jr., the boss and the owner."

Blaine tore his eyes from Kurt and shook Mike's hand. "Blaine." It was the first time he met a person who introduced his full name, including the middle one to him. From the corner of his eyes Blaine could see Kurt was mesmerized by his car. The man was touching the body of the black Chevy Impala like it was some kind of Goddess.

Kurt wolf whistled instantly, making Blaine looked at him. "This baby is beautiful! Chevy Impala isn't it? What year?"

Blaine nodded as a confirmation. "'67."

"Kurt here is crazy about cars… especially the classics." Mike Chang told Blaine, wrapping his arms along Kurt's neck although Kurt was shorter. "I guess it's because he's getting old…"

"Shut up, old man." Kurt freed himself from Mike and paced at Blaine. Mike left them with a chuckle and continued his work on a Ducati. "What can I do for you?"

Blaine swallowed the lump in his throat before he started talking. "I uh… My car makes a strange noise when I start it up. It never happened before."

Even though he owned the very beautiful Impala for years, Blaine actually didn't know anything about cars. It was his dad's and he left it to Cooper and Blaine before he walked away from his family when Blaine was eight. Blaine was grateful his father left the Impala to him and his brother because they both loved the car and at least they had something to remember his dad by.

"What kind of noise?" Kurt asked and Blaine found out that it was difficult for him to look somewhere else but at Kurt's intoxicating face. He could see smooth skin at the man's arms like porcelain as well as the seemingly great physique that was hidden under that tight white tank top of his. The stains of grease, oil and dirt on Kurt's clothes made Kurt looked even more hotter.

"Whistling kind of sound." Blaine answered immediately. The last thing he needed was for Kurt to see that he was checking him out. He was not sexually depressed or anything because he had lots of sex that people could count despite his reputation as an educator but he never had a crush before nor fell in love. He had had lots of one night stands but never in a committed relationship or having a partner. Blaine was too wounded from his past.

"Whistling sound, huh? It could be your timing belt that needs to be changed." Kurt affirmed. "It's too late to get it done by today and we are running of stock. How about you come again tomorrow morning?"

Blaine sighed heavily. It took him nearly an hour to find the place and he also got lost and now he had to come back tomorrow morning? How the hell should he go to school then?

"Is there a problem?" Kurt questioned, leaning against the wall near Blaine.

"I have class to teach. I can only come here after my class is over." Blaine said, correcting the glasses on his face.

Kurt seemed happy with that statement. "You're a lecturer?"

"A teacher, actually." Blaine confirmed. "My coworker told me to come here so I did. She said this place has the best mechanic in town."

Kurt grinned wider. "Was it Mercedes Jones by any chance?"

"Y-Yeah." Blaine hesitated and frowned. "Do you know her?"

"She's my best friend." Kurt chatted cheerfully. "So you were the hot new teacher she was talking about!"

Blaine blushed straight away. Mercedes thought he was hot? Now he knew why the woman wouldn't leave him alone. Blaine liked Mercedes but sometimes she made him suffocated and he had only moved here three weeks ago.

"I'm Kurt Hummel by the way." Kurt held out a hand for Blaine to shake. "Mercedes' best friend."

"He knows that! I already told him your name, you idiot!" Mike Chang yelled from the inside of the garage and this time it was Kurt's face that turned into a shade of red.

Blaine ignored Mike's bluntness and took Kurt's hand in his grip. "Blaine Anderson." Once the hand shake was done, Blaine began talking. "So, can I leave my car here and pick it up later once you're done? I need to go to Oxnard this weekend."

Kurt popped up the Impala's hood, inspecting it again. "Sure, I'll give you a call once I finished. If… if you don't mind me asking, is there a reason why you are going to Oxnard for the weekend? You… You're meeting someone there?" He asked unsteadily.

"I need to grab a few things back home." Blaine said casually, like it was typical for a total stranger to ask your plan for the weekend. "I'm thinking moving here permanently."

"That's great!" Kurt sounded almost like a squeal.

Blaine oddly raised an eyebrow at Kurt.

Kurt felt embarrassed for his unexpected excitement. "No I mean, that was great for you to… to move here. Mercedes and I could show you around if… if you like."

Blaine's weird look disappeared and he offered a smile to Kurt while his fingers took out his phone and began texting Nick to take him home.

"I… I've been to Oxnard once, you know?" Kurt continued talking, anxious that Blaine was too caught up with his phone. "I went for a field trip. It was around ten or eleven years ago. It was July and I just turned seventeen a couple of months beforehand. I remembered me and my best friend Puck sneaked out from our hotel room and we went to the beach and fooled around. That was my first and worst hangover ever." He laughed quietly at the end.

Blaine's body tensed. It was the same time his dark days began. The heat of the July weather had betrayed his sixteen years old body. His screams and his tears were swallowed by the wind. His youth and innocence were stolen in mere minutes. He was broken deep into the soul but the damaged was done forever. He was raped… Nothing could ever heal the pain ever again.

The phone Blaine was holding dropped onto the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Kurt gaped at Blaine worriedly. His face was too close to Blaine's. "You went all white… What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's nothing." Blaine breathed in, trying to shrug the excruciating memory off. There was no way this man in front of him was the same man that had destroyed his life. The fact that Kurt had been in Oxnard the same month and year Blaine's life turned dark didn't mean anything. It just might be a coincidence. A cruel twisted of fate.

Blaine's hazel eyes were locked onto Kurt's own concerned blue eyes and that made Blaine froze. His body went rigid instantly in Kurt's hold. He didn't see them before since they were hidden but now, he had a full cleared view of them.

Those eyes…

The same blue eyes…

Blaine might have erased the haunted face, his ears might not recognize the nightmarish voice, the touch of callous hands might have been forgotten but those eyes… they had stuck in his mind and soul like glue.

Blaine was shaking. Emotions were conquering his best. Luck was never on his side and now it had been verified. Screw everything that had happened earlier between him and Kurt Hummel because right now Blaine Anderson wanted vengeance. He yanked himself from Kurt's grasp and shot the dumbfounded man a murderous glare.

Kurt just watched Blaine got into the car and drove away. Blaine didn't bother to tell Kurt anything. He owed the man nothing. The way Kurt looked gave Blaine pleasure knowing Kurt wouldn't expect what would be coming for him and that Blaine's revenge wouldn't stop until Kurt was left as broken as he was.

"We will meet again… Kurt."