Then I remember a horrible pain. I couldn't believe anything could hurt that much, but it seemed to be hurting you, too. I could hear you crying and that was worse than the pain somehow. My hip still hurts...." Kurt stopped when he felt the bandage on his hip. He looked down at it, then turned to look at Blaine.

Blaine was lying next to Kurt, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked, looking at Blaine and locking his eyes on Blaine's. "What happened to me?"

"Kurt, first I want you to know everything is going to be okay. Your memory will come back, but the drugs they gave you are strong and sometimes make your brain foggy for a while. Do you want me to tell you the details now?" Blaine asked. He wasn't sure if this was the best idea, but Wes was coming back in a few hours and he would need to know then.

"Yes. What happened to my hip and why is my memory so foggy? Am I sicker?" Kurt asked, cocking his head to the right and looking at Blaine for any clue to what was really going on. Blaine could see he was frightened, but Kurt was not going to give in to that no matter how sick he was with Weakness. Blaine closed his eyes for a moment, just trying to comprehend how strong Kurt must be to withstand all of this.

"Kurt, your Sub Weakness levels were low when we met, you knew that. With everything that happened they were continuing to drop. Even with the domming, it wasn't enough to boost them into the safe levels. Do you understand that?" Blaine asked. Kurt nodded silently.

"Blaine? Can you hold me?" Kurt asked in a scared voice. Blaine held out his hands and Kurt rushed into them. The Dom sat on the sofa, hugging Kurt close but keeping him upright. He didn't want Kurt to fall asleep before he'd explained everything and sleeping was a way of hiding.

"Do you understand so far?" Blaine asked and Kurt nodded.

"I don't want to seem like I'm talking down to you, Kurt, or to belittle your feelings in this, I just want to be clear that you know what is going on in your own life and know you do have a say, okay?"

"I do understand, tell me the rest," Kurt said, looking at Blaine as if to catch every word.

"Do you remember the night before, when I made you tell me what you needed?" Blaine asked, but his voice broke and he could hear the sob trying to come through. He cleared his throat and attempted to go on. "The night I dommed you, but made you participate by telling me --- instead of doing my part the way a Dom is supposed to?" Blaine asked.

Kurt studied his face. He knew Blaine was very emotional right now, that he was trying to blame himself for something that had actually helped Kurt. It didn't make sense.

"Blaine, you did that to help me, to make me stronger. Why are you beating yourself up over it now?" Kurt asked. He needed Blaine to be flawless, to be the perfect Dom and what Blaine was implying? Kurt couldn't fathom Blaine as anything else, what was he trying to say?

"Kurt, I have a theory about dominance-submission. I truly believe in my soul that subs and Doms need to share power, that making one person the master over another just because of a chemical in their blood is wrong. I don't know how it happened, but I think it can be fixed. I will always believe that. I believed it so much, I forced you to change your nature, to go against that nature to take on a dominance role that your body wasn't up to. Kurt, do you understand that?" Blaine asked, looking into Kurt's eyes and begging him to understand.

"Yes, Blaine. I may be a Sub, but I'm not stupid, I do know how unfair life can be. I was already an aberration to society by being gay, why not heap more difficulties on top of that? The Fates not only made me gay and a Sub, but gave me a lesbian wife! I know I was not born to have an easy life, and I accept that, but it doesn't mean I'm going to lie down and give up," Kurt said with steel in his voice. "Tell me the rest."

"Well, because I did that when you were so sick with Sub Weakness, it pushed your barely safe levels down to a critical levels. You went into a trance and I called Wes...Dr. Montgomery. He came right away – he only lives five minutes from here. Kurt, because of what I did, Wes had to make a decision. He might have taken you to the ICU at the hospital, but your chances weren't good. As your Dom, I am your guardian and I did what the doctor recommended: I signed to have him inject you with Synthetic Dom Chem to keep you alive," Blaine said, his voice breaking into sobs now. He had been at fault for doing this to Kurt. Kurt, the beautiful man that Blaine was hopelessly in love with, the man Blaine wanted to love and cherish until his dying day...he had ruined him. He was so ashamed, he hid his head in his arms and slid to the floor, leaving Kurt lying on the sofa with his mouth open and his eyes wide in shock.

"You? You did WHAT to me?" Kurt shouted. He shook his head, stared at Blaine. He could not believe the man he had trusted with his life...with the lives of his children....had done this to him. He was aghast, almost in shock. Why did the Fates hate him this much?

Kurt got up and left the room. He was stumbling, knocking into walls, dizzy and sick to his stomach. But he had to find Holly and check on her. He couldn't do anything about Levi right now, but it would be okay because his son was safe with his dad and Finn. He'd call his dad to come get Holly.

Kurt fell a few feet from Holly's door. His ankle had been healing just fine but it was sprained and a bit weak, so when he misstepped it twisted. He struggled to get up and saw Mrs. Rose coming towards him down the hallway.

"Mrs. Rose! Can you help me up. I need to get to Holly," he said in a weak voice.

Mrs. Rose rushed to his side. She was a small woman, just over five feet tall with her gray hair pulled into a tight bun. She was not young any more, she had been Cooper and Blaine's nanny when they were babies and Blaine loved her so much he wanted her to live with him. She would not accept that role, but was happy to become his housekeeper. She knew her precious Blainey was in love with Kurt, and she would do anything to help him with his dream.

"Mr. Hummel, are you alright? Shall I get Mr. Anderson for you?" she asked, sinking to her knees to see if he needed help.

"Oh, no, no! Mrs. Rose, don't do that. I'm okay, I just twisted my ankle a bit. Here, let me help you up instead," he said, blushing as he thought what a burden he was, and now this poor elderly woman was on her arthritic knees for him. He felt so ashamed. He struggled to get up, but she was faster and, as he found out, stronger. She lifted him up almost off the ground and he was able to maintain his balance.

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Rose, thank you," he gushed. He really liked her. "Now, I need to check on Holly..."

He walked into the room and saw his daughter was asleep. He just stood there, looking down at this small bit of humanity, so in love with her. He needed to be strong for her. He turned to pull the rocking chair closer and found Mrs. Rose was standing beside him, looking into the crib.

"She is a beautiful baby, Mr. Hummel," she said.

"Thank you, that comes from her mother. My Tana was a beautiful woman. I miss her," he admitted. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course," she smiled back at Kurt.

"What is your first name?"

"Oh, nobody had called me by my name is years. But I'll tell you. It's Beatrice, kind of an old fashioned name I know, but my mother was a sentimental woman. Beatrice was her grandmother's name. Mother always called me by my full name, Beatrice Mae, but my father called me Beth."

Kurt sat down in the rocking chair, his legs tired and his head pounding.

"Mr. Hummel," Mrs. Rose started, but Kurt put up an hand to stop her.

"Please, I know social conventions demand we call each other by our surnames, but can you just call me 'Kurt' when we're alone?" he asked and swept his lashes over his cheeks in a mock flirtatious manner, his lips in a sweet smile.

"Only if you call me 'Beth'," she smiled back.

"How long have you worked for Blaine?" he asked.

"I was the Anderson's nanny when Cooper was a child. He is fourteen years older than little Blainey," she told Kurt. A smirk crossed Kurt's face as he thought of anyone calling the astute businessman he knew "Blainey".

"Kurt, can I ask you something that is probably none of my business, but remember I am nothing more than a nosy old woman that speaks out of turn," Beth said. She sounded playful, but there was a serious tone to her voice that made Kurt sit up a bit straighter.

"Can you tell me what's going on between you? I saw Blaine on the floor in his room. He didn't know I saw him and I left him to his privacy, but I am concerned," she told Kurt. He blushed to think what he could tell her, and struggled to form words, but in the end he gushed out the whole story of Blaine and his idea of how a Sub should take control of their life and the subsequent Sub Weakness and the injection of the Dom Chem. Beth patted his back and held his hand as he spilled out all of his heart to her. All he wanted was to have his dad there to comfort him, his brother and friends to protect him, his family around him...and his son to hug. That was too much to ask for, and he knew it, but it was what he wanted nonetheless.

"Oh, Kurt, honey. I understand. You are afraid, aren't you?" she asked, holding his hand tightly and patting his shoulder.

"Yes," he said.

"I think you are more afraid for your children than you are for yourself, though, if you were going to admit the truth. Can I tell you a few things that might put some of this into perspective?" Beth asked. Kurt nodded his head, his liquid blue eyes searching her green ones to see the truth in them. He found what he was looking for, a sincerity that no one could fake, a love of the man Kurt had trusted with his life.

"Honey, Blaine did not do any of that to hurt you, and I don't believe for a second that he had an idea it could do to you what it did. He did it out of love. He truly believes what he told you – that equality of Subs and Doms is what nature intended and the politicians of the world have warped that natural instinct into the mess society is today. Can you understand that?" she asked and Kurt found himself nodding his head.

"Blaine has not had an easy life. He was born to a couple who had the family they wanted. One son to be a shining star to show the world that the Anderson name would live on. Cooper was exactly that, a dominant with a good head on his shoulders. A son that had not only brains, but classic good looks and a devotion to his parents. Then Silvia got pregnant with another baby. She was really too old for that, but they called it a miracle and Blaine was born. He was neglected as a child because they had already done the parent role and were bored with it. If Cooper was the Heir, Blaine was merely the Spare, and they treated him like that. Things only got worse when he came out. While his parents never outwardly said anything against him, there were so many hints that because Blaine wasn't marrying a woman that he could not give the grandchildren they craved that he was somehow damaged goods. A lot of boys would have given up, but Blaine was born a fighter, and he fought for his parents' recognition. He still fights to this day. He married the boy his father told him to marry. His parents were not very happy about his being gay, but they accepted it with silence and I think it hurt Blaine.

"His marriage was a sham. Arthur was from a wealthy family and he had no real need of Blaine. It wasn't as if Blaine didn't try, but Arthur was dead-set against having children, which was something Blaine had always wanted. It was heartbreaking to watch and be able to do precisely nothing to help the boy I loved like a grandson. I prayed that Blaine would find his soulmate one day and get the life the fates had denied him for so long," she went on, Kurt watching her every word.

"I don't know how you feel about Blaine, other than perhaps grateful for his saving your children, but I can tell you that if you feel anything for him, please give him the benefit of the doubt now. It is breaking his heart to think he did this to you, Kurt. He was misguided, but he did the best he knew how to do and it isn't fair to judge him. He only wanted to help you, Kurt.

"I know you're afraid because of the injections, but I can tell you that you are strong and will overcome the side effects. I've known Wes Montgomery since he was in grade school, and he will do anything to help you. He is loyal to Blaine. They have been best friends since they were five years old, Kurt, and Wes is the best in his field. Trust them, Kurt. It is a hard row to plow, but I have the feeling you've been through worse and I can guarantee you that Blaine will stay loyal to his word and be there every step of the way. You're going to need him in the weeks ahead and I don't think you could find anyone you could trust to stay the course more than Blaine."

"Thank you, Beth. I do care about him. It is all new to me in a way, and I want to trust him. I need him. Life is very hard, and this is just one more thing the Fates have chosen to torment me with, but I'm a fighter and with Blaine's help I hope I can get through it. I just wish my family was here...I miss them and I really miss my son," Kurt confessed. He was tired and a little hopeless still. He leaned his head back and bumped on the back of the chair, a sad frown on his otherwise beautiful face.

Beth leaned forward, taking Kurt's hand one more time.

"Honey, don't worry. As soon as Wes gave you the injection this morning, Blaine called your brother and arranged to have your dad and son flown here. He sent Cooper's corporate jet to fetch them and they should be here in about an hour or two. Now, Holly is asleep, so maybe you need to go back to your bed and rest. Do you need some help?" Beth asked, her kind eyes looking at Kurt. He smiled as the beautiful emerald of her eyes sparkled.

"No, I can get back there. Can I ask you to look after Holly for a while? I have something to talk over with Blaine," he asked. Beth smiled.

"Of course, my dear. She had her medication I see," Beth said, looking a the the pad of paper on the dresser where Blaine had noted down the time he gave it to her while Kurt slept. She smiled at Kurt with a sort of sad smile. She really hoped her talk with this man had made him stop and think, he and Blaine would be so good for each other if they could iron out the difficulties.

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Walking back down the hallway and over to Blaine's room, Kurt was thinking. He hadn't know all those things about his Dom. It made him realize that he had only known Blaine for two days, just two days, and it seemed like months of activity had taken place. He over-reacted to having to have the synthetic Dom chem shots. Yes, he had heard horror stories about them, but he also knew that without them a good many subs would be dead now. Once a sub went into the trance, they rarely, if ever, came back out. TCD. Trance to coma to death. It had been a miracle that a scientist had discovered the serum to alleviate the worst of the effects of Sub Weakness.

Well, if Wes Montgomery was the renowned specialist that Blaine and Beth both said he was, then Kurt would put his life in this man's hands. What else could he do? He turned the corner to the bedroom and looked around for Blaine. He removed the only thing he was wearing, the running shorts Blaine had helped him on with earlier that day. At first he thought the man had left, but then he spotted him on the balcony in a wicker chair with a glass of something amber in his hand. He was sloshing the liquid around while two ice cubes clinked against the side of the glass. Blaine tipped the glass against his lips, took a large mouthful and swished it around in his mouth before swallowing and taking another. It only took three swallows to finish the amber fluid and Blaine picked up a bottle from the table and poured another glassful.

"Blaine? Sir?" Kurt said, too shy suddenly to walk out through the French doors.

Blaine's head jerked around and his eyes locked on Kurt's. He looked half scared, half angry. Then he really saw Kurt, naked and beautiful. His skin was like porcelain, but flushed with a dark rosy blush; his eyes deep pools of ocean blue as he looked at Blaine and froze him where he sat. His chestnut hair was tangled and hung in his face, uncombed and abandoned. His lips, instead of the cherry red they were normally, were almost blue and swollen as if Kurt had been worrying them between his straight white teeth. He flipped the unruly hair out of his face.

Kurt's knees started to shake. Not with fear exactly, but with trepidation. Those smoldering, smoky topaz eyes were drilling into him and he wasn't sure if what he felt was fear or lust. He walked very slowly to the doors, trembling as he took each step while Blaine watched, not moving a muscle. Kurt made it to the edge of the doorway, then one step further before dropping to his knees with a moan. Blaine's breath caught in his chest with that sound and he clenched all the muscles in his chest to try and take in another breath, then again to force the air back out.

"Sir?" Kurt asked, almost bowing in front of his Dom. He crawled to Blaine's feet and lowered his head so he was touching Blaine's toes with his forehead. He whimpered, unable to keep the noise from escaping his throat, and cursing himself in his mind for being so weak.

"Kurt," was all Blaine was able to say, his emotions strangling him. He stood up and walked to the bedroom door and locked it, then walked to the bed. He was breathing a bit easier now, but the thoughts racing through his mind were a blur. He suddenly felt hot and flushed and lightheaded. He looked at Kurt, huddled on the ground on the balcony waiting for him to take charge. Blaine didn't know what happened to make Kurt come back when he was sure the man was going to leave, but he was thanking the Fates for it. He closed his eyes to keep his emotions in tact. Blaine removed the few clothes he was wearing and turned to face Kurt.

"Kurt." he said again and Kurt turned and crawled to Blaine's feet. Blaine leaned over and touched him on the shoulder, just a firm tap and Kurt raised his head, eyes still down. This was the formal way for a Sub to Initiate a Declared Vow. The formal asking of a Sub for a Dom in the rite of a Declared Vow went against everything Blaine believed in, but he also knew much more was going on in the dynamics between them than simple surrender of power and acceptance of control. Kurt didn't have to come back. He chose to. He didn't have to assume the formal position, but because he did it was a statement that he was asking Blaine not just to be his Dom, but to have a permanent connection. This was so much more than what it appeared to be on the surface, so much more than either man had even experienced. Taking into account the outward appearances, it appeared that the stronger partner of the Vow was the Dom. Even if he wanted to be in a Declared Vow with a Sub, a Dom could not ask for it, could not Initiate it. It took more strength for a sub to relinquish his control over himself than it did for a Dom to wield mastery over another person.

Arthur, although he was in a marriage with Blaine, had never initiated a claim, had never presented himself to Blaine like this. Likewise, Kurt had never presented himself to Santana in spite of their love for each other and marriage. This came upon the two men so suddenly their hearts were beating, pounding in their chests and both shook with the sheer emotional burden of it.

As per tradition, the Statement was between only the two people involved in the Union. They did not need or want anyone else in this they didn't need witnesses. Blaine stood naked in front of Kurt and looked into his eyes. Their gaze was the only thing between them, guaranteeing honesty and love. Not even the fabric of clothing barred one from the other. Kurt lifted his head and took Blaine's offered hands. Blaine helped Kurt to stand and as they stood facing each other they spoke the words they had been taught practically from the cradle:

"Blaine, I petition you to accept me as your Subordinate in all matters of the mind, body, and soul and unto you I will depend, and cling to no other man or woman on Earth as long as the Fates allow."

"Kurt, I accept your petition and promise as your Dominant to keep you and protect you from harm, be it from within or without, with my mind, body, and soul as long as the Fates allow."

"Blaine, in return I give you my respect, my trust, and my love forever."

"Kurt, in return I give you my respect, my trust, and my love forever."

"We Affirm this is our Declared Vow, a Union of this Dom with this Sub, to be between us forever."

The words. They had sounded silly when they were children in class, saying them aloud until each one knew it by heart. They were no longer a silly convention made up by the Government to humiliate two people. No, to Blaine and to Kurt, these words that sealed their fate and their future together were like a song, like a prayer, and neither would ever forget the power of simple words to make their Union strong.

Together they held on, first just their hands, then closer and closer as they finally stood with bare flesh touching along their whole bodies. Blaine leaned forward and placed his lips on Kurt's mouth. They kissed, but beyond the formal kiss of a ceremony, Kurt leaned heavily on Blaine who ran his tongue over Kurt's lower lip, then pushed his way into an eagerly opening mouth. Kurt had been half afraid that Blaine had been drinking bourbon and maybe the Vow wouldn't be legal, but when he tasted Blaine's mouth all he could taste was apple juice.

They kissed for a long time, barely touching their bodies together but it was sensual just the same. They went from deep penetration of their tongues in mouths, running their tongue along teeth, tasting and exploring to just brushing their lips against each other.

Blaine stood back, looking at the man in front of him. He was so beautiful. Blaine could hardly believe Kurt was there and wondered briefly if this was a dream, if he should pinch himself. He walked around Kurt, and knew for the first time what the term "feasting your eyes" really meant because looking at his Declared Sub was indeed a feast – bountiful and promising and all laid out on front of him to take what he wanted. He closed his eyes for a moment and quickly opened them to make sure Kurt was still there. There, right in front of him.

He reached out a hand, touching Kurt's hair and feeling the silky texture as he ran his fingers through it. Kurt sighed and leaned into Blaine's touch. Blaine moved his fingers, tracing Kurt's face along the planes of his cheeks and chin, forehead and jawline. Kurt followed Blaine's fingers when he pulled back his hand, never taking his eyes from Blaine's.

"Kurt, can we go to bed?" Blaine asked. It wasn't the formal ceremonial words, but Kurt didn't need that any more. He nodded and Blaine picked him up in his strong arms and laid him on the bed. Kurt let a sigh loose, he was still so tired. Blaine came close and whispered in his ear, "Do we need to check on Holly before we do this?"

The fact that in the midst of all of this, Blaine was thinking about Holly made Kurt's heart warm. He smiled at Blaine, loving him more for just those few words. "No, Mrs. Rose is taking care of her for us."

'Us'. Kurt had said Mrs. Rose was taking care of Holly not for Kurt alone, but for the two of them. Blaine's heart soared. He kissed Kurt, trying to stop the emotional storm that was brewing in his chest from exploding.

Blaine gently pushed Kurt into the mattress, moving on top of him to just lie there, as close as he could get, skin to skin, and enjoyed the warmth and the feeling they were probably never going to be closer than they were in this moment. Then he realized they could be closer.

"Kurt, may I have the honor of making love to you?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, Blaine, oh...yes, please," Kurt answered.

Blaine thought about giving Kurt a massage first, of touching him everywhere, of kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach, but that just didn't seem right for this. He needed to seal the Vow in no uncertain way and he needed to do it now.

Reaching into the drawer in the bedside table, he removed the tube of lubricant and set it in easy reach. He began kissing Kurt's lips, which led to kissing down his chest while his hands ran along his belly, then down to his thighs before coming back to stroke along his shaft, dragging a moan from Kurt's throat. Blaine was gentle and slow, bringing Kurt along in small increments as Kurt moaned and whined, loving Blaine's fiery touch on his skin. The kissing never stopped unless it was to switch to kissing another part of his body. Kurt was not idle underneath him, either, as his fingers ghosted along the lines of Blaine's body, too. Tracing the outlines of the muscles of Blaine's arms, then his back and down to grasp the cheeks of his ass. Blaine jumped but it caused him to push hard into Kurt's body.

Blaine had the lube on his fingers, rubbing a large amount into Kurt's crack, gently pushing a finger into him as he moaned so loud it startled Blaine.

"Oh, Kurt, do that again, baby. Is it good there? Do you like my finger inside you?"

"Yes, Blaine...yes, but I need more. I need to know who I belong to, Blaine. Show me....teach me to know who I belong to now," Kurt begged.

"Kurt, you belong to me, but that means I belong to you, too. It works both ways..." Blaine whispered.

Making sure Kurt was properly prepared, Blaine wasted no time on anything else, but rolled Kurt over and pulled him up on his hands an knees.

He put his arm around Kurt's waist to hold him steady and leaned over next to Kurt's ear and whispered, "Hold on tight." and rammed himself into Kurt all the way. Kurt shouted an oath and when Blaine pulled back Kurt met him halfway as they slammed together, moaning and shouting. Blaine slowed down after the first few thrusts, making use of Kurt's flexibility as he pounded into his Sub, watching closely for any signs of pain or hesitance. There were none as Kurt gave as well as he got, thrusting back against Blaine's body until they were both on the edge of coming. Blaine suddenly stopped. He withdrew and Kurt looked over his shoulder to see what was wrong.

Blaine was on his knees in back of Kurt, and he touched Kurt's shoulders, stroking softly and gently. He turned Kurt in his arms, holding him and treating him like a fragile bird, laying him down on his back as he rubbed his shoulders and stroked down his arms. Kurt was confused, but this touching, this caressing, felt like Blaine was lighting him on fire. Blaine leaned over his Sub, kissing his cheeks and chin, stroking his face and whispering to Kurt how beautiful he was, how graceful and exotic. Kurt closed his eyes and relished the gentle but insistent pampering. At first it made no sense, they were both ready to climax and now? His nerves were prickly, each touch no matter how soft ignited a spark and Kurt understood.

As gentle as Blaine could be, as soft and pliant and tender his actions, Kurt had to remember that it was a an iron hand inside that velvet glove. Blaine was, on the surface, not a firm taskmaster, almost subordinate in nature – until he wasn't. When the velvet glove came off, Blaine was that iron hand with no apology.

Teasing Kurt along, making it seem that he was an egg being held in the palm of his Dom's hand was nerve-wracking. He didn't know when Blaine might change gears and it made him jumpy and over-sensitive to the slightest movement. Blaine began ghosting his finger along Kurt's cock. Gentle, barely there. He followed it with just his breath and finally his tongue, kissing and licking in rhythm until Kurt was as hard as a brass rod. He took Kurt into his mouth, sliding in and out while twirling his tongue in the way Kurt liked the best. He followed that with more lube on his fingers, sliding down to cup his balls and caress them in the gentlest manner, like a sea anemone, then more pressure, and on back to the small patch of skin that Blaine knew made Kurt whimper for more. He was sliding his fingers into Kurt's entrance, circling the sphincter muscle and deeper until Kurt was grinding his hips down on Blaine's hand to get more. Blaine moved his finger, his long fingers just reaching to touch the nerve that held the secret of how to make Kurt forget his own name.

"Kurt, I can hardly reach that...I can find something a little longer if you would like?"

Kurt almost came. It was so hot, Blaine licking into his ear and then breathing to make him shiver. He whispered things Kurt had only imagined and he pushed himself harder against Blaine's talented hands, seeking pleasure and whimpering if he didn't get it.

Blaine finally stopped teasing Kurt and climbed back on top of him, but this time they were face to face where they could kiss and see each other's reactions. It was with great reluctance that Blaine removed his fingers from inside Kurt, but replacing them with his cock made him forget his disappointment in one swift plunge.

Teased for so long, Kurt was ready to explode and Blaine took advantage of that, pushing in with such a hard thrust that Kurt hardly had time to think before he was knocking at the door of his orgasm, once again trying to stave it off. He wanted to come when Blaine did. He didn't have to wait long as Blaine pushed one more time, caressing Kurt's prostate as he plunged deep and pulled a long whine from Kurt, who was now lying on his back with his knees by his ears and his mouth open to try and breathe. Blaine was just barely stroking his cock when it all happened. Kurt called Blaine's name, the sweetest word Blaine had ever heard and he, as a result, pushed harder into the heat and ecstasy of his Sub and the fire was lit. Two more strokes and he was spilling his seed into Kurt, who could feel the heat of it and came, too.

"Blaine! Blaine!" Kurt didn't even realize he was calling his Dom, he was so out of it. Out of it he might have been, but he felt that this time, it was right. He could never ask for anything so incredibly right. He leaned forward to kiss his Dom with all the power he had left inside, then lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"Kurt, you are mine, MINE..forever, Kurt. You are mine forever and that makes me the luckiest man in this whole world," Blaine said softly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt and thanked the Fates for giving him this amazing, strong, beautiful man.

Kurt sighed and lay back in Blaine's arms, then got up to clean up a little, returning to a clean bed as he saw Blaine removing the blanket he had placed there. He crawled in bed and closed his eyes as Blaine cuddled him close, rocking him as he smoothed his hands over his shoulders and down his long arms.

"Blaine? I know I already told you this during the ceremony, but I want you to know something," Kurt said.

Blaine watched the tired eyes flutter in an attempt on Kurt's part to remain awake. "Yes, baby?" Blaine asked.

"I do love you, Blaine. I wasn't lying at all. I love you." Kurt's eyes closed and he held Blaine to him in a grip that was amazing for someone so sick, perhaps the synthetics were working. Blaine held on to the man he loved, too, and they fell asleep. It wasn't very long before Mrs. Rose knocked at the door. She waited patiently for Blaine to come and unlock it. Before he could open the door very wide, Mrs. Rose came in, sliding the door closed behind her.

"Mr. Anderson, the Hummel family is here."

"Please show them to their bedrooms to unpack and I will be there to greet them in just a few minutes." he said formally.

Mrs. Rose looked at him for a few moments, seeing his disheveled appearance and the robe Blaine was wearing in the middle of the day. She could smell the lust in the room and then glanced over to the sleeping Kurt. She smiled to herself, an act that wasn't missed by Blaine.

"I'm glad he's feeling better, Blaine." she whispered and turn on her heel and left. Blaine rolled his eyes, but he had a smile on his face. She left the room to escort the visitors to guest rooms to freshen up.

Kurt opened his eyes.

"Baby, your family is here," Blaine told him, smiling. Moving closer, Blaine put his arms around Kurt and Kurt buried his nose in Blaine's neck. He felt so safe in Blaine's arms, a place not just of safety but of respite from the cold world that had challenged, bruised, and battered Kurt all of his life. Blaine's arms were the shield Kurt could hide behind and know he was safe, the arms that held him and made it possible in his mind to Initiate the Vows, to make Blaine his own. Blaine's arms held him tighter and they fell asleep, Kurt dreaming of the day when he would be Blaine's husband.