"You are so beautiful, Blaine. So extremely beautiful," Kurt cooed to his Dom for a few minutes, then gave in to the urge that had been hitting him all morning: He climbed on top of Blaine, just resting his body, being close to Blaine was all he needed for a moment.

Kurt was frightened. Frightened of the feelings he was having, of what he was doing, of doing it wrong. He looked at the love in Blaine's eyes and he felt better. He understood that he was having these urges because of the shots Dr. Montgomery had given him, but that didn't make it any better.

"Blaine..." he breathed into his Dom's neck where he was currently hiding his face.

"I'm here, baby," Blaine said, placing a soft kiss on his temple.

"I have these strange feelings, and I don't know what to do with them. I need you, Blaine. I need to have you, my blood feels like it's boiling and the only thing that might stop it is to make love to you, to be inside you, to take you..." Kurt was whispering to Blaine, speaking quickly then shuddering and shaking as he rubbed against him like a cat. His breath was coming in gasps now and he couldn't take his hands away from stroking his Dom.

"It's okay, Kurt, you know it's the side effect of the shots, not your fault at all. I want you to tell me what you need, my love, I'm right here for you," Blaine whispered back, tightening his grip on Kurt and trying not to touch himself because this was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. He knew some people didn't trust that he was a Dom, there were rumors that he was a Sub that had gone wrong, was hiding his true identity. It hurt him a lot, but he tried to realize that those people didn't actually know him and he was free to do as he chose. These thoughts flew through his head as he closed his eyes, ready to be submissive for his Kurt if it would help him.

Kurt pulled back, an act that was almost painful as he looked directly into Blaine's eyes to measure the truth of his statement. He was met with a steady and faithful gaze, full of love and wonder and willingness to do what Kurt needed. It was all the consent Kurt needed in his condition.

"Is it okay?" Kurt asked, although he already knew the answer and his body was ready for it.

"Yes, Kurt...I'm ready. I love you and trust you, just tell me what I need to do," Blaine answered in a low voice that sounded choked as he tried to speak with the lump of excitement in his throat.

Kurt put his hands on Blaine's shoulders and pushed him back into the mattress. He took the bottle of lubricant that Blaine had set down at the side of the bed and coated his fingers in it, taking care to warm it. He knew how uncomfortable cold lube could be.

"I want you on your back so I can see your face," he whispered to Blaine, his hand shaking as he tried to slow his movements. He had never considered being on top before and so had not thought about what he had to do. He closed his eyes tight and imagined what the next step would be. With his clean hand, he moved Blaine's legs apart so he could see what he was doing, then placed his hand to move aside a cheek, placing the fingers with the lube in the cleft between. Blaine let out a sigh. He realized he had been tensing his muscles in anticipation, worried he might do something wrong for he had never been in this position before. Kurt was a little unsure, and the darkness of the room helped to hide that. It was so dark, he could barely see but his fingers found what he was searching for and he brushed his index finger over the puckered skin of Blaine's entrance. A warmth began to grow in Kurt, a searing heat that traveled from his belly up his spine and from there into his cock. He groaned at the pressure building in his body, at the newness of his motions.

As good as it felt, as driven as he was to do this thing, a lifetime of being a Sub was at war with the new feelings of wanting to dominate Blaine. He wanted to hide his face, to deny his desire to take Blaine in this way but he was also consumed in the hunger of it. He looked up to see Blaine's face and saw the same hunger in him. Blaine closed his eyes and moaned. That was the needed catalyst and Kurt pushed his finger into Blaine, gently but the passion was seeping through every motion as Kurt tried to calm his breath. There was no need for doing this fast, in spite of his desire to thrust and push and wring an orgasm out of his lover.

Kurt took a breath and used all of his strength to calm himself. He remembered that this was Blaine's first time and he needed to go slowly so he didn't hurt him.

Blaine was lying on the bed, filled up with a yearning he didn't understand. He loved Kurt, trusted him, but now he was questioning why he was so willing to be dominated. He was a Dom, and he was doing this for Kurt...did that make him submissive? Were the people that questioned his designation as a Dom right? Blaine was lost for a moment in the fear that he wasn't what he'd believed his whole life. Then the feelings Kurt was stirring up in him took over and he only thought of Kurt and what he was doing to Blaine's body.

Kurt worked slowly, afraid of hurting Blaine, but wanting to push into him so badly he was trembling. He looked at Blaine and saw the nod, knowing it meant he could add another finger, continue the stretch to make him ready. It was far more amazing than using one finger. He felt the blood rushing south, filling him, he was so hard his balls were aching with the need.

A third finger and Blaine was almost sobbing.

"Oh, Kurt...I had no idea this could feel so good...ahhhh..." Blaine moaned, trying to hold still and stop his hips from bucking. "Can we....oh, Kurt, I'm ready..." Blaine said, looking at Kurt and holding his gaze. It was more difficult in the dark, but Kurt's eyes were shining with lust and Blaine could see them above him.

Kurt stopped and pulled his fingers out. He had wanted to try and find that place that would feel so much better, but he was afraid it would make Blaine climax too soon and he wanted to be inside of him. Blaine sat up and put his arms around Kurt, resting his forehead on Kurt's chest and trying hard not to pant.

Kurt gently pushed Blaine back on the bed, moving so he was kneeling between his legs. The urge to just take Blaine was so strong he almost did it, but then thought about what he would like and moved to the bottom of the bed. Taking Blaine's ankle in his hand, he began to kiss it, licking and nipping from time to time as he proceeded up towards the top of his thigh. Almost there, Blaine was beginning to whimper again, anticipating having Kurt's warm mouth on his cock when Kurt went back down to do the other ankle. Blaine huffed in frustration, but Kurt just smiled.

"Patience, my love," he whispered and that single word was enough for Blaine to gain some calmness in his head. He relaxed his neck muscles and put his head back on the pillow. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on the path Kurt was taking back up his leg. He felt Kurt take his ankle and move his foot closer, bending his knee to give him better access.

Licking at the crease between Blaine's leg and body, Kurt left sweet kisses before touching his tongue to Blaine's balls. Licking wide, sweeping swaths of his tongue and taking one at a time into his mouth, Kurt hummed his satisfaction and Blaine felt like he had left reality far behind. His head was swirling and his nerves were on edge.

He liked to tease his lovers, but having the tables turned and being the one that was being teased wasn't something he thought he'd ever have to contend with. Kurt never stopped, and was now holding Blaine's cock at the base, mouthing the tender skin under and around it without actually touching it. He moved Blaine's other foot in a similar position and blew out the breath he was holding. The warm air made Blaine's skin turn into goosebumps and then he could feel Kurt's tongue, warm, wet, and soft circling his hole. He squealed in surprise and Kurt touched him more firmly, drawing concentric circles closer and closer until Blaine thought he would burst. Kurt's tongue breeched the sphincter muscle, driving inside of Blaine and he lost all semblance of coherent thought. This was more than good, this was more than amazing. There weren't words to describe the feeling of the warm, wet caresses that he wanted to go on forever and he moaned loudly his appreciation.

Every moan, every squeal, every whimper entered Kurt like something physical to drive him to what his body said he needed, what he was here for, the end of the desire. He wanted to capture the feeling and keep it forever but he knew that was not possible. And it probably shouldn't be. If he could just take it out whenever he wanted it, if he didn't have to work so hard to get the feeling, it would lose it's worth. He dismissed this train of thought to return to what he was about to have: Blaine. Above all things, Blaine was the most important right now.

"Are you ready?" he asked, not wanting to stop what he was doing, not wanting the moans and whimpers to cease. He reconciled this in his mind, imagining what Blaine might be feeling the first time he had a cock inside him. That thought goaded Kurt into his next move.

"Yes, Kurt, yes...please," Blaine begged. Never in life did Kurt ever even imagine someone begging this of him and it went straight to his cock, making him so hard he could hardly stand it.

He moved up. Placing the head of his cock in place, holding it by the base so he could enter. He leaned down for a brief moment to kiss Blaine gently and say in soft words: "I love you, Blaine". He pushed his hips forward and Blaine sucked in his breath.

Neither of them had been truly ready for this, they had not been conditioned for this. As a matter of fact, they had been conditioned to understand that this union, this position between them was wrong and unnatural. It was messing with their brains for a few moments, each wondering why it felt so right when they had been taught it was so wrong. Kurt pushed in a tiny bit further and Blaine whined. It didn't really hurt, it was a new feeling that he did not understand. Sort of a burning and he began to squirm before he got himself in check and was still.

"You okay?" Kurt asked, brushing his lips over Blaine's nipple and licking a circle around it. That was enough to get his mind off of the burn and back to reality.

"Yes, it burns a tiny bit but it feels so good, Kurt. I cannot ...I just....ahhhh..." he stopped trying to talk in favor of moving his hips just a little to try and recapture the fleeting feeling he just experienced. He had to have that back – it was amazing. Kurt understood and moved a skosh to his left and his knees back to change the angle of his thrust. He pushed in further, watching Blaine's face intently. Blaine in turn was watching Kurt. "It's okay, Kurt. I need more, just very slowly," he said and Kurt complied. His muscles were quivering in his desperate need to stop from thrusting into Blaine. He begged his legs and hips to go slowly and finally he was there, like a sword in its sheath, he fit perfectly. He let out a sigh and Blaine smiled, his white teeth shining in the almost dark room.

"Let me know when I can move because I think when I push in again, I might not be able to do it slowly. You feel so amazing, Blaine. I had no idea...ahhhh..." Kurt stopped making sense and Blaine pulled back himself and then suddenly thrust forward. Kurt gasped and he moaned his pleasure for all to hear, forgetting he was in a house with other people, some of them his family. Nothing entered his mind but getting to do that again, getting to thrust his whole cock into the tight, hot space that hugged him and caressed him in a way no mouth ever could.

He'd had intercourse with Santana somewhat frequently and even though it wasn't what he needed in life, he enjoyed it to a certain extent and was quite capable of satisfying her. He thought this would feel the same. He was wrong, oh so wrong. Pushing and thrusting into Blaine was a whole different universe and his breath caught as he tried to think about it.

His mind short-circuited and all he could think about was the next thrust, the warm and amazing feeling of being in Blaine and the sounds entered his ears and spread all over his body with each moan. He had been moving his thrust, trying to find the right place and finally Blaine shouted, pressing down on Kurt, trying to get more inside as the electric nerve impulses took over his body.

"Harder, Kurt!" he managed to say and the command went straight to Kurt's cock as he stepped up his thrusting. Just as Kurt thought Blaine couldn't take any more, he put his hand down between them and grasped Blaine. It was only a few moments, a few thrusts, a few pumps and Blaine was spurting semen all over, shouting his release and grasping Kurt closer to him.

"Now, Kurt, please come now..." he managed to say as Kurt followed, moving inside Blaine for a few more seconds, then dropping down with his head on Blaine's chest. Kurt's ear was over Blaine's heart and he could feel the steady thump thump as he came down from the high of the climax.

Kurt was absolutely and completely exhausted and could not imagine moving, at least not in this century. Blaine finally had to stroke his face, his fingers lacing his hair to wake him up so he could pull out. Kurt sighed but did as asked, rolling over while Blaine slid out of the bed to get a washcloth. Coming back, he could see Kurt was asleep, but was able to clean him up. Returning from the bathroom after rinsing the cloth in the sink, Blaine got back on the bed and cuddled next to his Sub. Kurt curled around him, his hands possessive even in sleep as he held Blaine tight.

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Burt and Finn were sitting on the park bench, watching Puck as he climbed the monkey bars with Levi. Holly was asleep in her stroller, plush giraffe cuddled close to her side.

"Well, what's your opinion of Blaine?" Finn asked Burt, keeping his eyes on Levi as he climbed a bit higher than Burt thought was safe.

"I like him. It's all so new to me, I knew Kurt was gay and I was pretty upset when Santana asked for him. I came to be okay with that, he loved her even though he was not in a proper match for him. She was good for him and I genuinely believe they loved each other. But going against nature and forcing himself to live that life? I think it took a lot away from him."

"I agree. He seemed happy most of the time, but you could see the stress eating away at him. Now? I don't know what to think. He was so lost after she died, and Puck being willing to try to help, I know Kurt appreciated that. He might have gone on to get better if that was continued, but with Puck's new wife on the way...do you know who it is? He said we knew her, but I can't think of anyone that isn't in a marriage," Finn continued.

"Me, neither. He said it was someone in his class. Must be a kid I never met," Burt said, looking at Puck. "I hope it's someone he can get along with I knew that older woman business would never work. Anyone could see she wasn't right for him, but it wasn't my place to say so. He's a hard working kid, I think he deserves more out of life."

Finn grunted his agreement.

"This Blaine. I wonder what is really going on? Do you think Kurt could fall in love in two days?" Finn put out for Burt to comment on.

"You might not think it possible, but stranger things have happened. I trust Kurt's instincts. There is no force on Earth that could have made him Initiate a Declared Vow. He sees something in Blaine that, while it might not be obvious to us, was there. Why, Finn, don't you care for Blaine?" Burt asked.

"I don't have anything specifically against him. It's just a feeling I get. Please understand that I only mean the best for Kurt, he's my brother and I need to look out for him. I know Blaine is a Dom, but he doesn't always act like one. I can't put my finger on it, but he isn't like any Dom I've ever known," Finn said, giving Burt a contemplative look.

"And because he isn't like someone else you've encountered with that label, you think he's fake? Kind of judgmental, isn't that?" Burt asked.

Finn put his head down. "Yeah, I guess it is. I'll keep my observations to myself, but I'm going to keep an eye on Blaine. Someone has to make sure Kurt is okay."

Burt didn't reply. He had seen the same thing in Blaine, but was less quick to judge. Perhaps Blaine did act a bit submissive at times, that didn't prove he was a Sub any more than crossing your feet at the ankles or wearing eyeshadow made you gay. Burt was born in a different era, perhaps a more permissive one, one less likely to make assumptions on small details and not on a man's whole merit. He sighed. He just wasn't up to making this into an argument right now. He was still too worried about Kurt to let something like a few rumors dissuade him from doing everything in his power to help his son. If Blaine was what was going to heal Kurt, Burt was going to support that all day long.

"Waaaa..waaa" Holly began to wail, having been awake for a while now and wanting her bottle. Finn moved to pick her up but Burt was there first,

"Hey now, how is Grandpa's little Princess?" Burt asked, holding her up in her white dress with pink rosebuds embroidered on it and eyelet lace sewn around the edges. She was beautiful in his eyes, an extension of his love for Kurt, but he loved her in her own right as well. Finn got the warm bottle out of her diaper bag and handed it to Burt.

The conversation moved to a discussion of the current football season and Puck came over to join in, Levi jumping between his uncles – first on Finn's lap, then on Puck's.

"Unca Puck....ah...I mean Unca Noah? Gramma said you were getting married again. What's that?" he asked.

"Well, little one, it's when two people plan to spend the rest of their lives together and they go to a judge and he says that are married. Like Uncle Finn and Auntie Quinn or like Gramma and Grandpa," Puck told him.

"Like Mama and Daddy?" he asked.

"Yes. Just like that," Puck agreed, patting the little boy on the back.

"Can you get married again if your person dies?" he asked. Puck looked at Burt, not sure how much the child should be told.

"Yes, Levi. If one of the people in the marriage dies, the other one can get married again," Burt explained. It was a hard thing to talk about but Burt didn't believe in keeping the truth from children if they were curious enough to ask.

"Did your wife die, Unca Noah?" Levi asked, putting a concerned hand on his Uncle's shoulder. Tears came to Noah's eyes from the sweet gesture. He blinked them away and looked at Levi.

"No, honey, she didn't die. Sometimes two people think they can stay together in a marriage, but they find out they can't. She left to find someone else in California. We agreed we didn't want to be together any more," Noah explained. Burt nodded his approval of how Puck had handled the question. Puck gave him a tentative smile.

"Are you getting married again?" he asked.

"Yes, I am. To someone more my age. She will be here next week. She has been visiting her family and now is coming home so I can marry her," he said. Finn and Burt tried not to look, but both of them did and saw a look of hope in Puck's eyes.

"Is it a man or a woman? My daddy wants to marry a man. He told me he's happy, and finding the right man will make him happy. Is Mr. Anners the right man?" he asked. Like all three year olds, Levi was full of questions.

"We don't know. Daddy will tell us when he decides," Finn answered. He didn't know how much Kurt had told his son, and he was pretty sure the boy didn't know about the Declared Vow yet.

"Unca Puck?" he prompted.

"Oh, yeah...I'm going to marry a woman, Levi. You can come to the wedding. It's going to be in Lima where Grandpa and Uncle Finn live.

"What's her name?" the child asked, never getting his fill of answers about every aspect of his life.

"Rachel."

Finn choked on his tongue as he stared at Puck. No, it couldn't be. Everyone knew Rachel Berry had been sent away to Israel to be with relatives because her fathers didn't believe in the Pairings. Could it be true that she was coming back? No! Finn had pined away for her for years, never telling Quinn or anyone else. He had been head over heels in love with Rachel Berry and his heart broke the day he went to her house and discovered her fathers had sent her away without even a chance to say goodbye.

Finn had been fine being paired with Quinn. He had known her longer and they had dated on and off for years. He had a very happy marriage, this was just such a shock -hearing her name after so long, and to have it linked with Puck?

"Rachel Berry?" Burt asked, well aware of Finn's feelings toward the girl when they had been in school.

"Yes. Her fathers wanted her to come home and they wanted her to marry a Jewish man. I made the contract with them and she is going to be in New York in fourteen days. I won't get to see her for another week, they want to spend time with her first, but she agreed to the contract so we are getting married," Puck said.

Levi, bored with all the adult conversation, pulled on Puck's hand.

"C'mon Unca Noah, I want to swing now. Is that okay? Can you push me to the moon?"

"Sure, little Buddy. Let's go," Puck said, smiling at the boy as he imagined his own children one day wanting to play on a swing or walk in the park.

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Kurt was asleep again, his strength ebbing away after the morning with Blaine. He was very soundly asleep and Blaine was afraid of waking him, but he had things to get done today. Although he knew Burt and Mrs. Rose were taking good care of Kurt's children, he wanted to check on them himself. He slipped out of bed, having to pry Kurt's hand off of his wrist where he'd been holding him. Kurt turned over in his sleep and cried out. Blaine rushed to calm him, stroking his forehead and murmuring little sounds and words of comfort into his ear. Kurt sighed and relaxed back into a sound sleep.

Walking down the corridor, Blaine was struck with how quiet it was. Holly had been unusually fussy the past two days, probably a combination of the ear infection and all the changes in her circumstances and schedule. Blaine could hardly wait to have the house to himself with just his beautiful Kurt and the children. He sighed. It was good for Kurt to have his family around him, so Blaine was determined to make the best of it.

As he walked into the living room, Mrs. Rose came in from the kitchen.

"Mr. Anderson, how is Mr. Hummel today?" she asked. Blaine smiled. It was not in the housekeeper's duties to ask after a guest's personal health, but he knew Beth was genuinely concerned. Besides, he loved her like a mother and would let her get by with anything and she knew it. He winked at her and then told her some of the details of Kurt's apparent recovery, leaving out the personal things that Kurt wouldn't want him to share.

"Ah, you know I pray for him, Blaine. Please keep me informed, I am growing to really like that man," she said candidly and Blaine smiled at her.

"I am, too."

"Mr Hummel, Sr. and his son and their friend, Mr. Puckerman took the children to the park. I allowed it because you told me to let Mr. Hummel have free reign," she said with a snap in her voice that made no mistake she thought this a frivolous thing to do. Blaine ignored the tone, and thanked her for the information.

"I think lunch could be served as soon as they return, Mrs. Rose. Kurt is sleeping and must not be disturbed. I will take care of anything that needs to be done in that room for the next few days unless I ask you specifically to come in. Thank you," Blaine said in a firm voice that brooked no interference. He may love Beth Rose like his own mother – or better than his own mother – but they both understood that when laid down the law, she would do as he asked, no question.

Just then, a loud noise came from the front entrance, Holly crying, Levi shouting, and the three grown men joking and laughing as they entered the front hall.

Blaine was waiting as they came in, putting their jackets in the coat closet and greeting Blaine, asking about how Kurt was doing. Blaine told them he was improving but was asleep right now and could not be disturbed. Finn and Puck frowned at this but didn't comment. Blaine was well aware of their opinions, but Kurt must come first, so he stood his ground.

"Can I see Daddy now?" Levi asked, tugging on Blaine's pants leg.

Blaine squatted down to be on his level and spoke to him as though he were an adult.

"Levi, do you remember ever being sick?" he asked and the boy nodded his head.

"Well, your daddy is sick right now. What did he do for you when you were sick?" Blaine asked and Levi thought for a moment.

"Daddy gave me medicines and sat next to me and sang to me and told me to sleep when I woke up," Levi related, looking important. "Can I do that? Can I sit with Daddy and sing to him?"

"Of course you can. Let's go have some lunch and take care of your sister, then Daddy might be awake and we can sing to him. How does that sound?" Blaine said, his arm around the small boy's shoulders.

"It sounds good. What can we sing?" he asked.

"Anything you want to. What would you like for lunch?" Blaine asked.

"An olive and mayonnaise sammich," Levi said, grinning.

"Come with me and I'll see what Mrs. Rose can do," Blaine said, taking the boy's little hand in his. Before they left for the kitchen in search of the housekeeper, Blaine turned to the three men watching him. "Would you like me to feed Holly? Oh, and it's time for her medication for her ear."

Burt stepped forward, holding the baby in his arms. "I'll go with you, Blaine, she drank a full bottle while we were at the park not fifteen minutes ago, so we should get her down for a nap."

"Okay. Finn, Puck, if you would like to go ahead into the dining room, I will be there shortly," Blaine directed and the two men left.

Entering the nursery, Burt went to the changing table and set Holly down. Blaine was there, right beside him and offered to get the medication while Burt changed her. Levi supervised the entire operation, telling Blaine how many drops of the liquid to give her and told Burt how to wash her so she was clean when he put on the new diaper. He insisted on holding his baby sister for a few moments in the rocking chair, Burt holding him, before they wound up her music box and settled her in for a nap.

Levi ran ahead of the two men to the dining room, insisting he had to be there to tell Mrs. Rose how to make the olive sammich for him. Burt let him go.

"How is Kurt --truthfully, Blaine," Burt asked.

"He is holding his own. With the Synthetics there are some side effects, but they are not dangerous and he's experienced some. I am in close contact with Dr. Montgomery, so I called to see what I needed to do and followed his directions. It wore Kurt out, so he is sleeping off the effects now," Blaine told Kurt's dad.

"What are these 'side effects' exactly?" Burt asked, wanting to get to the heart of the matter and believing Blaine would tell him if he were asked. Blaine didn't want to discuss Kurt's personal sex life with his father, but also knew that Burt deserved an explanation. It was a narrow road to tread, but he would give it his best effort.

"The Synthetic can act as a stimulus to make Kurt feel as though he is a Dom. It's kind of like injecting 'instant dom' into him, and his body acts accordingly. It can be a very frightening thing for a Sub. I was ready for it because Wes told me it could happen. I allowed Kurt to work through this phase without any...ah...protest from me. It was intense, but I think it didn't hurt him. I spoke to Dr. Montgomery after and he seems to think that Kurt is over the worst. Now we have the withdrawal to get through in the next two days. We also have to pray the Sub levels are within the safe range or he'll have to have more of the Synthetic shots," Blaine explained. Burt watched his face as he spoke, observing the passion and worry that Blaine was too tired to hide any more.

"I know I can't help, and I don't think Puck should either because although he was making progress back in Ohio, it can never be a permanent thing between them. Being Kurt's Declared makes you the only one that can do this, but I have faith in you. I have it because Kurt has faith in you. Don't make me regret it, Blaine." Burt said, then hugged Blaine and walked down the hallway to the dining room.

Upon entering the room, Blaine could see Levi sitting at Kurt's place just right of Blaine's at the table. He was eating a sandwich with a gooey black filling and Blaine assumed this was the famous olive sammich. The rest of the men were eating chef salads with toasted Italian Heroes. Mrs. Rose was there, asking Blaine what he would like.

"I think I need to try one of Levi's olive sammiches, please."

"Yes, sir."

She returned with a plate upon which was a sandwich. Blaine took one bite and declared it amazing, which left little Levi with a huge grin on his face. Blaine smiled back, it actually was delicious.

"How do you make these, Levi?" he asked.

"You take a can of olives that have already been chopped and put them in the yellow bowl. If you don't have a yellow bowl, you can use the green one like Mrs. Rose has. Then put in two of the big serving spoons of mayonnaise. Not Miracle Whip. Never Miracle Whip. Daddy says so. You mix it, then spread on white bread. Cut the sammich in four pieces," Levi said, proud that Blaine had asked.

"Does your daddy like these sandwiches?"

"Yes! He used to make them for me," Levi said, smiling. "Maybe we could make one for when he wakes up?" Levi asked.

"That sounds good, I think I can do that with your help," Blaine told the small boy, making him smile once again.

"Elizabeth, Kurt's mother, used to make those for Kurt when he was a little boy," Burt said, a far away look in his eye. Finn slipped an arm around his step-father and patted is back.

Blaine finished his lunch, sending Levi to the kitchen to make the sandwiches for his daddy and excused himself to check on Kurt.

"Kurt?" he said, opening the bedroom door and looking in. Kurt was sitting up in bed, still looking very tired, but better than he had in a while.

"Blaine, I had this strange dream..." Kurt said and Blaine walked over to sit with him on the bed.

"Was it a nightmare, baby?" Blaine asked, upset that Kurt might have needed him and he hadn't been there to comfort him.

"No, I don't really want to talk about it, it is too strange and it put some strange ideas in my head. Maybe I need to go back to sleep."

Blaine scooted over so he was right beside Kurt, with his arm around him. Kurt melted into Blaine's side, kissing his jaw.

"Were you topping me?" Blaine asked, getting right to the point.

Kurt's eyes got huge. He studied the smirk on Blaine's face and a deep red blush began to cover his face.

"That wasn't a dream?" he breathed.

Blaine pulled him close and kissed him thoroughly, exploring his mouth, their tongues dancing before Blaine pulled back. He buried his face in Kurt's neck, his nose brushing along the jaw line before he answered. He got close to Kurt's ear and breathed out a few times, finally whispering, "No, baby, that was not a dream you were having; but to me? It was a dream come true." Kurt almost passed out from the dizzy feeling in his head.

"Calm down, Kurt. It's fine. It was a side effect of the medication, it won't last. And it was pretty hot," Blaine teased his Sub, pulling him back into a kiss. That went on for quite a while before Blaine put an end to it.

"Levi wants to see you, and I'm pretty sure your family does, too. Are you ready for visitors?" Blaine questioned, observing each move Kurt made to be sure he was rested enough for the kids and all.

"I'll help you to the sofa where I can put a quilt over your legs, then there is plenty of space for everyone to sit. Here, let me help you get dressed."

In a little while, Kurt was ensconced on the sofa and his family were coming in the door. Levi went straight to Blaine, carrying a plate.

"Can I give this to him now?" he asked in a loud stage whisper.

"Of course."

"Daddy, Mrs. Rose and I made you lunch!" Levi announced, presenting his father with the sandwich.

Kurt's eyes lit up and he thanked his son, so happy to get this reminder of the happy days of his childhood. He patted the sofa beside where he was sitting and Blaine lifted the boy up. Levi threw his arms around his dad, telling him all about the walk to the park, what they did, who they met, and everything he could think of in his three year old brain. Kurt listened to each and every word, smiling and laughing and putting in his own comments. Levi was so thrilled to have his daddy back the way he remembered him.

The other men watched, smiles on all of their faces. Puck and Finn put in a few words here and there, and everyone was happy.

The men began to talk, Finn and Puck expressing their displeasure in Kurt leaping into a contract with the first Dom that walked by, seeming to ignore the fact that Blaine was sitting right there. Blaine was unhappy to say the least, but didn't say anything because he didn't want to fight in front of Kurt.

After the third or fourth time Puck stated his argument, Kurt had had enough.

"Noah Puckerman, I have known you since we were five years old. Have you ever seen me do anything rash, anything that was not carefully weighed and calculated by me? I am the quintessential cautious man. I have not only entered into a month contract with Blaine, I am in a Declared Vow Union. Do you even understand what that means? How many people do you know that are in a Declared Union?" Kurt burst out.

Puck hung his head. "Only a few. Burt and Carole, Hiram and LeRoy. That's all," he answered.

"Do you think I entered into this union unwisely?" Kurt asked and the air was heavy with tension while Puck thought.

"No."

"Finn? Do you think so?" Kurt's eyes were blazing as he stared his large brother down. "Do you trust that I know what I'm doing, that I have the intelligence to chose my own mate?"

"Yes, Kurt. I do believe you did the right thing if you believe it. I apologize to you, I'm really sorry I doubted your word." Finn hung his head, too.

Kurt turned to Burt, but Burt threw up his hand. "Son, I have not said a word against Blaine. I know you know your own mind, even with the Dom Chem in your bloodstream, I believe in you."

Kurt finally smiled. Levi was curled up on the sofa, his head in Kurt's lap. Blaine was sitting on the other side, Kurt leaning on him and his arms around Kurt's waist.

"If you will all excuse me, I'm going to take my son to his bed for his nap and I'll check on Holly while I'm there," Kurt announced, glaring at Finn and Puck.

"I'll help you, baby," Blaine started to say, but saw Burt open his mouth to speak. "No, I think maybe Burt should go with you, Kurt. Okay?"

"If that's alright with you, Blaine. I want to talk with my dad anyway."

Kurt got up and Blaine lifted a sleeping Levi into Burt's waiting arms. They walked slowly out the door and down the corridor.

Blaine got up and shut the door. He turned to speak to the two men still in the room.

"I don't know what you two are thinking, upsetting Kurt like that. If you have an issue, you can take it up with me when he's not around. I will not have you disregarding Kurt's welfare in the pursuit of discrediting me. Don't you have any respect for a couple in a Declared Union? Where did you go to school?" Blaine was angry, burning with righteous passion where any possibility of harming his Sub was concerned. His golden topaz eyes flashed as he stared at each of them and Finn was the first to buckle under the scrutiny. He looked away in shame, knowing he had crossed boundaries he hadn't realized he had crossed. Puck was a harder nut to crack, but Blaine had all night and stared him down successfully.

"I will not condone your disrespect of me, of my Sub, or anyone else in this house. I would consider this none of your business, but Kurt is your brother and I will try to respect you in this. Kurt and I made the decisions about our relationship. You are welcome to come and be an honored guest in any of my houses if you show proper respect. Is that crystal clear?"

Finn and Puck nodded. Blaine might be a little guy, but he was a mighty force to contend with. Finn looked contrite, but Puck looked angry.

"Why don't you see if Burt needs some help with Holly, okay?" Blaine suggested to Finn, then turned to Puck.

"As for you, I appreciate what you did for Kurt. Dr. Montgomery told me that you probably saved his life, and I am eternally grateful for that, even if I hadn't met Kurt then. Kurt tells me you are getting married in a few weeks. Why don't you save your energy for her, okay? I can take care of Kurt. He does not need any more stress or pressure in his life right now. It was just hours ago that he was struggling for his life, Puck. Don't you understand that? He needs support, not contempt and judgment right now. If you cannot provide that, then maybe you should go back to Ohio." Blaine was all talked out by this point. He got up and stalked down the corridor to find Kurt.