The Bodyguard (Chapter 4)
Title: The Bodyguard (AU)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: When superstar Kurt Hummel's life is at risk, Mr. Blaine Anderson is hired as his bodyguard.
Word length: This chapter 1700. Overall, the story is planned to be 10 chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or The Bodyguard.
Any mistakes made are my own *recovers from Chris Colfer sex riot*
The next day, newspapers printed pictures of Kurt thrown over Blaines shoulder as he pushed through the audience of the club with a look of anger and determination burning in his hazel eyes.
The mansion was quiet in the week after the club incident, as Kurt and the members of his staff recovered from the shock of the ordeal. The next day, newspapers printed pictures of Kurt thrown over Blaine's shoulder as he pushed through the audience of the club with a look of anger and determination burning in his hazel eyes. "KURT HUMMEL CARRIED OUT OF CHAOS" the paper read, with the national television news showing amateur clips from fans phones of Kurt being swamped by the night club crowd.
Kurt mainly stayed in the house to avoid any further attention from the paparazzi, and Blaine continued his duties as usual. Today he was walking the perimeter of the house, checking the security cameras for any faults.
When he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned to see Kurt in his running gear with his brown hair pushed back with a purple head band. He called out to Blaine as drew closer.
“Blaine!” Kurt said, slowing his run as he approached him. “Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you.”
Blaine straightened up from where he was kneeling next to the camera. “Sure. What’s up?”
“I...” Kurt wrung his hands together. “I wanted to ask you to forgive me. You were right the other night, I should have never have gone to that club.”
“It’s fine Mr. Hummel...”
“It’s Kurt, please.” Kurt interrupted. “I also wanted to thank you, for protecting me.”
“It’s my job.” Blaine said, shrugging his shoulder.
“I know, but I still wanted to thank you,” Kurt looked at him earnestly. “Walk with me?” he asked, gesturing to the path ahead.
Blaine smiled, “only if you don’t ask me to run with you.”
Kurt laughed, his breath making small clouds in the crisp morning air.
“So I have this problem, Blaine.” Kurt said as they began to walk up to the house. “On weekends I usually like to go out, you know, like on a date. But the problem is, I need you with me all the time now. So what happens if I got invited back to a guys place? Would you have to come with me?”
Blaine felt Kurt’s gaze on him, but he kept his eyes straight ahead on the path.
“So the only solution that I could come up with,” Kurt slowed the pace of his walk, “is if you take me out.”
Blaine looked up in shock. Kurt had one arm crossing his chest and his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m not forcing you to or anything!” a blush was creeping up his neck. “It would only be if you wanted to.” Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully, “only if you wanted to.”
Blaine wiped his hand across the line of his jaw, and Kurt’s blush deepened. “Oh god, this is so embarrassing. Forget I ever said anything.”
“Kurt,” they looked to see Rachel standing on the balcony, calling out to them. “Kurt, your dad is on the phone.”
“I’ll be up in a moment, Sweetie.” Kurt called back.
Rachel smiled and waved at them before going back inside.
“Alright.” Blaine said.
“Really?" Kurt said in suprise. "You'll take me on a date?”
“Friday, seven o’clock. But I get to pick the movie.”
Kurt’s answering grin shone brighter than the morning sun.
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Kurt and Blaine braced themselves against the cold night air as they left the cinema.
Blaine looked extremely handsome tonight. He was dressed in a leather jacket, dark denim jeans and brown dress shoes. He wore his hair in a looser style with a few black curls resting on his forehead.
“I can’t believe you had never seen ‘Rocky’. It’s an all time classic!” Blaine said in disbelief as they walked out onto the street.
“I never really had any interest,” Kurt replied. “I was obsessed with musicals growing up, so Rocky doesn’t really fit the genre.” He was dressed in his favourite grey cashmere coat and black dress pants.
“No, I suppose not.” Blaine smiled at him, burying his hands in his denim pockets.
“So how many times do you think you have seen that movie?” Kurt asked.
Blaine frowned. “I stopped counting somewhere in the forties, but at a guess I would say fifty four?”
“Wow,” Kurt laughed. “You are a fan!”
The conversation went quiet as they walked side by side down the foot path. Their arms brushed occasionally and Kurt had to hold himself back from linking his arm through Blaine’s.
“So, where to next?” Kurt asked brightly. “Know any good bars around here?”
“I know a little place,” Blaine said with a twinkle in his eye. “If you are willing to slum it with us commoners.”
“I’ll try anything once.” Kurt said with a wink.
Blaine laughed.
Kurt liked Blaine’s laugh. It was light, rhythmic and made Kurt feel warm inside. His beautiful straight smile was such a change from his usual serious expression.
Kurt decided that it was his mission to make Blaine smile more often. He grinned back at Blaine in the light of the street lamps.
“Lead the way dear sir.”
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“’Scandals’. Really, Blaine?” Kurt asked as the waitress brought them their drinks.
“One Budweiser for you sir, and a martini for you sir.”
“Thank you.” Blaine said politely.
“Blaine, this is a gay bar.”
“and...” Blaine said, looking at Kurt in confusion.
The bar was old fashioned and quite dingy, but strangely enough Blaine looked extremely comfortable in his surroundings.
“Well I had my suspicions, but I guess this just confirms it,” said Kurt watching Blaine take a sip of his beer.
“I know I don’t act or dress like a stereotypical gay man, but I’ve known since I was fifteen.”
“Well aren’t you just a man of mystery,” Kurt said, stirring the olive in his drink. “What made you want to become a body guard?”
Blaine looked down at his beer and paused a moment before answering.
“When I was in high school, I told some of my close friends that I was gay. Somehow the gossip spread, and before I knew it the whole school knew. Then the teasing and bullying started. On the night of my junior prom, my friend and I went together because we didn’t want to take a date. When we were waiting outside to get picked up at the end of the night, we got attacked by a mob of ten guys.”
“Blaine, I’m so sorry.” Kurt said, looking at Blaine with sadness and concern.
“Anyway I changed schools after that, and started a boxing club.” Blaine said, continuing his story. “I felt so powerful, being able to defend myself... and I guess I have a ‘protecting people’ thing.” Blaine gestured quotation marks in the air.
“When I left school I joined the secret service. I was in it for four years. One day I was asked if I wanted to act as a body guard for a week to earn some extra cash. I found that I really enjoyed the work, and that was it. I’ve been in the business ever since.”
“I couldn’t do it.” Kurt said. “I couldn’t put my life on the line for someone else... I know at that crucial moment I would cop out.”
“It happens.” Blaine said simply.
The conversation went silent and Blaine ate a few peanuts from the container on the counter.
Kurt wanted to liven up the conversation. He missed the happy relaxed Blaine that he was chatting to as he left the cinema.
Smiling, he lent forward and looked closely into Blaine’s eyes. “So have you ever liked another guy?”
Blaine paused his chewing and swallowed. “Yeah, one time.”
“What happened? Was he shot while you were protecting him?” Kurt laughed at his joke. He stopped laughing when Blaine looked down sadly at his hands.
“Oh god, that was so insensitive. Forget I said anything, Blaine I’m so sorry.”
Blaine chuckled to himself “I’m kidding! Nice try though.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he threw some peanuts at Blaine’s chest.
“I can’t believe you freaked me out like that! Now you have to tell me what happened.”
“It was a lot more boring than that,” Blaine said. “He didn’t love me back, can you imagine?”
“No, I can’t actually.”
Blaine’s thick eyebrows rose and he laughed nervously as Kurt smiled flirtatiously at him.
The music in the bar changed to a slow song and Kurt recognised the opening tunes of Whitney Houston’s classic “I Have Nothing.”
“Oh it’s Whitney, may she rest in peace.” Kurt slid out of his seat and held out his hand for Blaine’s. “You have to dance with me, you know? It’s one of the conditions of the date.”
“Oh, really?” Blaine smiled. “I must not have read the fine print.”
Blaine took Kurt’s hand and followed him to the dance floor. They stood awkwardly for a moment before Kurt put his arms around the shorter man’s neck and Blaine moved his hands to hold Kurt’s waist. They began to sway to the music.
“I’ve done a cover of this song.” Kurt said into Blaine’s ear.
“I’ve heard it,” Blaine murmured, “it’s beautiful.”
“You think so?” Kurt asked, and he felt Blaine nod next to him as they swayed their bodies.
Someone knocked into them as they danced and Blaine spun around to glare angrily at the man who was passing by. Kurt felt Blaine’s grip tighten around his waist possessively and his body became taught, ready and poised to spring into action.
"Sorry about that!" The man said, continuing on his journey to the other side of the dancefloor.
Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry.” Kurt said softly, pulling Blaine closer and rubbing a hand soothingly down his back. “It’s okay Blaine, I’ll look after you.”
Blaine relaxed slightly and resumed their swaying, still watching the man who bumped them with mistrust.
"I don’t feel like going home yet.” Kurt said, enjoying Blaine’s firm grip and the warmth of his body pressed against his own. “Can we go back to yours for a bit?”
“I’d like that.” Blaine replied. Kurt closed his eyes and pressed his nose into Blaine’s neck.
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two )
( Chapter Three )
( Chapter Five )
Rating: NC17
Warnings: None
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Summary: When superstar Kurt Hummel's life is at risk, Mr. Blaine Anderson is hired as his bodyguard.
Word length: This chapter 1700. Overall, the story is planned to be 10 chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or The Bodyguard.
Any mistakes made are my own *recovers from Chris Colfer sex riot*
The next day, newspapers printed pictures of Kurt thrown over Blaines shoulder as he pushed through the audience of the club with a look of anger and determination burning in his hazel eyes.
The mansion was quiet in the week after the club incident, as Kurt and the members of his staff recovered from the shock of the ordeal. The next day, newspapers printed pictures of Kurt thrown over Blaine's shoulder as he pushed through the audience of the club with a look of anger and determination burning in his hazel eyes. "KURT HUMMEL CARRIED OUT OF CHAOS" the paper read, with the national television news showing amateur clips from fans phones of Kurt being swamped by the night club crowd.
Kurt mainly stayed in the house to avoid any further attention from the paparazzi, and Blaine continued his duties as usual. Today he was walking the perimeter of the house, checking the security cameras for any faults.
When he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned to see Kurt in his running gear with his brown hair pushed back with a purple head band. He called out to Blaine as drew closer.
“Blaine!” Kurt said, slowing his run as he approached him. “Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you.”
Blaine straightened up from where he was kneeling next to the camera. “Sure. What’s up?”
“I...” Kurt wrung his hands together. “I wanted to ask you to forgive me. You were right the other night, I should have never have gone to that club.”
“It’s fine Mr. Hummel...”
“It’s Kurt, please.” Kurt interrupted. “I also wanted to thank you, for protecting me.”
“It’s my job.” Blaine said, shrugging his shoulder.
“I know, but I still wanted to thank you,” Kurt looked at him earnestly. “Walk with me?” he asked, gesturing to the path ahead.
Blaine smiled, “only if you don’t ask me to run with you.”
Kurt laughed, his breath making small clouds in the crisp morning air.
“So I have this problem, Blaine.” Kurt said as they began to walk up to the house. “On weekends I usually like to go out, you know, like on a date. But the problem is, I need you with me all the time now. So what happens if I got invited back to a guys place? Would you have to come with me?”
Blaine felt Kurt’s gaze on him, but he kept his eyes straight ahead on the path.
“So the only solution that I could come up with,” Kurt slowed the pace of his walk, “is if you take me out.”
Blaine looked up in shock. Kurt had one arm crossing his chest and his other hand was rubbing the back of his neck.
“I’m not forcing you to or anything!” a blush was creeping up his neck. “It would only be if you wanted to.” Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully, “only if you wanted to.”
Blaine wiped his hand across the line of his jaw, and Kurt’s blush deepened. “Oh god, this is so embarrassing. Forget I ever said anything.”
“Kurt,” they looked to see Rachel standing on the balcony, calling out to them. “Kurt, your dad is on the phone.”
“I’ll be up in a moment, Sweetie.” Kurt called back.
Rachel smiled and waved at them before going back inside.
“Alright.” Blaine said.
“Really?" Kurt said in suprise. "You'll take me on a date?”
“Friday, seven o’clock. But I get to pick the movie.”
Kurt’s answering grin shone brighter than the morning sun.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kurt and Blaine braced themselves against the cold night air as they left the cinema.
Blaine looked extremely handsome tonight. He was dressed in a leather jacket, dark denim jeans and brown dress shoes. He wore his hair in a looser style with a few black curls resting on his forehead.
“I can’t believe you had never seen ‘Rocky’. It’s an all time classic!” Blaine said in disbelief as they walked out onto the street.
“I never really had any interest,” Kurt replied. “I was obsessed with musicals growing up, so Rocky doesn’t really fit the genre.” He was dressed in his favourite grey cashmere coat and black dress pants.
“No, I suppose not.” Blaine smiled at him, burying his hands in his denim pockets.
“So how many times do you think you have seen that movie?” Kurt asked.
Blaine frowned. “I stopped counting somewhere in the forties, but at a guess I would say fifty four?”
“Wow,” Kurt laughed. “You are a fan!”
The conversation went quiet as they walked side by side down the foot path. Their arms brushed occasionally and Kurt had to hold himself back from linking his arm through Blaine’s.
“So, where to next?” Kurt asked brightly. “Know any good bars around here?”
“I know a little place,” Blaine said with a twinkle in his eye. “If you are willing to slum it with us commoners.”
“I’ll try anything once.” Kurt said with a wink.
Blaine laughed.
Kurt liked Blaine’s laugh. It was light, rhythmic and made Kurt feel warm inside. His beautiful straight smile was such a change from his usual serious expression.
Kurt decided that it was his mission to make Blaine smile more often. He grinned back at Blaine in the light of the street lamps.
“Lead the way dear sir.”
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“’Scandals’. Really, Blaine?” Kurt asked as the waitress brought them their drinks.
“One Budweiser for you sir, and a martini for you sir.”
“Thank you.” Blaine said politely.
“Blaine, this is a gay bar.”
“and...” Blaine said, looking at Kurt in confusion.
The bar was old fashioned and quite dingy, but strangely enough Blaine looked extremely comfortable in his surroundings.
“Well I had my suspicions, but I guess this just confirms it,” said Kurt watching Blaine take a sip of his beer.
“I know I don’t act or dress like a stereotypical gay man, but I’ve known since I was fifteen.”
“Well aren’t you just a man of mystery,” Kurt said, stirring the olive in his drink. “What made you want to become a body guard?”
Blaine looked down at his beer and paused a moment before answering.
“When I was in high school, I told some of my close friends that I was gay. Somehow the gossip spread, and before I knew it the whole school knew. Then the teasing and bullying started. On the night of my junior prom, my friend and I went together because we didn’t want to take a date. When we were waiting outside to get picked up at the end of the night, we got attacked by a mob of ten guys.”
“Blaine, I’m so sorry.” Kurt said, looking at Blaine with sadness and concern.
“Anyway I changed schools after that, and started a boxing club.” Blaine said, continuing his story. “I felt so powerful, being able to defend myself... and I guess I have a ‘protecting people’ thing.” Blaine gestured quotation marks in the air.
“When I left school I joined the secret service. I was in it for four years. One day I was asked if I wanted to act as a body guard for a week to earn some extra cash. I found that I really enjoyed the work, and that was it. I’ve been in the business ever since.”
“I couldn’t do it.” Kurt said. “I couldn’t put my life on the line for someone else... I know at that crucial moment I would cop out.”
“It happens.” Blaine said simply.
The conversation went silent and Blaine ate a few peanuts from the container on the counter.
Kurt wanted to liven up the conversation. He missed the happy relaxed Blaine that he was chatting to as he left the cinema.
Smiling, he lent forward and looked closely into Blaine’s eyes. “So have you ever liked another guy?”
Blaine paused his chewing and swallowed. “Yeah, one time.”
“What happened? Was he shot while you were protecting him?” Kurt laughed at his joke. He stopped laughing when Blaine looked down sadly at his hands.
“Oh god, that was so insensitive. Forget I said anything, Blaine I’m so sorry.”
Blaine chuckled to himself “I’m kidding! Nice try though.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed and he threw some peanuts at Blaine’s chest.
“I can’t believe you freaked me out like that! Now you have to tell me what happened.”
“It was a lot more boring than that,” Blaine said. “He didn’t love me back, can you imagine?”
“No, I can’t actually.”
Blaine’s thick eyebrows rose and he laughed nervously as Kurt smiled flirtatiously at him.
The music in the bar changed to a slow song and Kurt recognised the opening tunes of Whitney Houston’s classic “I Have Nothing.”
“Oh it’s Whitney, may she rest in peace.” Kurt slid out of his seat and held out his hand for Blaine’s. “You have to dance with me, you know? It’s one of the conditions of the date.”
“Oh, really?” Blaine smiled. “I must not have read the fine print.”
Blaine took Kurt’s hand and followed him to the dance floor. They stood awkwardly for a moment before Kurt put his arms around the shorter man’s neck and Blaine moved his hands to hold Kurt’s waist. They began to sway to the music.
“I’ve done a cover of this song.” Kurt said into Blaine’s ear.
“I’ve heard it,” Blaine murmured, “it’s beautiful.”
“You think so?” Kurt asked, and he felt Blaine nod next to him as they swayed their bodies.
Someone knocked into them as they danced and Blaine spun around to glare angrily at the man who was passing by. Kurt felt Blaine’s grip tighten around his waist possessively and his body became taught, ready and poised to spring into action.
"Sorry about that!" The man said, continuing on his journey to the other side of the dancefloor.
Kurt rested his cheek on Blaine’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry.” Kurt said softly, pulling Blaine closer and rubbing a hand soothingly down his back. “It’s okay Blaine, I’ll look after you.”
Blaine relaxed slightly and resumed their swaying, still watching the man who bumped them with mistrust.
"I don’t feel like going home yet.” Kurt said, enjoying Blaine’s firm grip and the warmth of his body pressed against his own. “Can we go back to yours for a bit?”
“I’d like that.” Blaine replied. Kurt closed his eyes and pressed his nose into Blaine’s neck.
( Chapter One )
( Chapter Two )
( Chapter Three )
( Chapter Five )