Weeks passed and, before they knew it, their time in Ohio was over. It was time to return to Chicago and it was time to return to real life. Kurt was entering his Junior year and Blaine had to get back to teaching. It was bittersweet.

Over the summer, the families grew closer. Blaine won over Burt in a matter of days and Kurt grew very close to his boyfriend's parents. "I'll call you in a few weeks to give you those recipes. Blaine loves them and he'll be so excited that you know how to make them. " Emily whispered into his ear as she hugged him close. Kurt nodded and thanked her.

"What are you guys doing once we leave?" Blaine asked when he and his father pulled away from their embrace.

"Ehhh..." David said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We're having dinner with Burt and Carole tonight. That's about it for now. We're both on to teach a few classes this semester but, that's it."

Blaine grinned and nodded. "Cool, Dad. Very cool." David chuckled at his son, patting him on the shoulder as he did.

"Yeah, son. Cool. You guys should get on the road though, you've got one hell of a drive in front of you." Blaine knew he was right. His dad was always right. They needed to get on the road and they needed to do it soon. "Em," David shouted. "let the kid go. They've got to get on the road." Emily pouted and pulled Kurt into another hug.

Several failed attempts to leave and too many hugs later, the couple was finally able to hit the road back to Chicago. Blaine never liked leaving his parents in Ohio, but he was always happy to get back to Chicago. Chicago was generally more accepting than Ohio and there was so much more to do. No pun intended because I did a lot of doing in Ohio this summer.

Traffic was backed up into the city. The highway was gridlocked. Not single car had moved around them in over an hour. It was hot inside the car and of course they were stuck in the one spot on the highway that didn't receive radio stations or cell phone signals well. "And it's like they're holding the World Series here or something. All these freaking cars on the damn highway and I just want to go home." And there was that. Kurt's incessant complaining. He'd been complaining since they hit traffic heading into the Illinois.

Blaine grew frustrated by the minute. And with each moment that passed, he was growing less conscious of the traffic and more conscious of Kurt's complaining. "And I have to register for classes tomorrow and I'm supposed to start working again tonight and-"

"Shut up." Blaine shouted. "Shut up! Please. Just...stop talking." He deflated as he continued. "Just...no more talking."

Kurt was shocked. Blaine never shouted yet he was. There, in the middle of a traffic jam, Blaine shouted at him. The student could barely comprehend the situation. When he looked towards Blaine's side of the car, he was met with an intense stare. Blaine looked angry and...scared? "Excuse you?" Kurt began.I'll give him a chance to take it back.

Blaine's eyes went wide.Excuse me? Excuse me? He's the one bitching. Blaine squared his shoulders and met his boyfriend's gaze. "Was I not clear enough. Shut. Up. Stop complaining. Stop bitching. Just...stop."

Something flared inside of Kurt. Something different. It was different just as much as it was the same. Kurt shifted in his seat, trying to hid his growing hard on, and decided to play a game. If all went well, they would both win. "Make me." He stated as he looked out the window.

Blaine's mouth fell open.Make him? Is that a challenge. "Pardon?" Blaine listened intently for a response. Mostly because he wanted to hear Kurt take it back. Kurt would definitely take it back, or Blaine would shut him up.

"I said," Kurt quipped, "that if you want me to shut my fucking mouth, then you need to make me. If you want me to stop bitching, you need to make me. If you want me to stop complaining, you need to make me!" Kurt's voice grew as he continued. If he riled Blaine up just enough...

Blaine was done. Literally and figuratively. As Kurt's arms flailed and his voice rose, Blaine made a decision. He snuck a peek in his boyfriend's direction to see if Kurt was looking at him, he wasn't. So, Blaine unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.Oh, I'm going to shut you up. You just wait!Blaine stroked his half hard cock a few times before reaching over and grabbing the back of Kurt's neck.

"...and if you want me to stop shouting at you, then you need to make me. Make me shut up, Blaine. I wish you would. I..." Kurt gasped in surprise when he felt his boyfriend's hand on the back of his neck. Kurt barely had time to process his thoughts. Before the 'what the' had fully passed through his head, he felt his face smash into the tangled jungle of his boyfriend's pubic hair.I win.

Kurt caught his bearings quickly and lifted his head just enough to catch the tip of Blaine's cock between his lips. The performer allowed his lips to stretch over the head, suckling as they did. He listened to the sound of his boyfriend's gasps as he lowered his mouth. They were short and needy; just how Kurt liked them. Blaine needed him to shut up and Kurt needed a reason to do so.Demand and supply, right?

When Kurt reached the base of his boyfriend's aching cock, he held it. He didn't make a single attempt to move. If he was going to be the true winner of the game, Blaine had to take the bait. "Come on, Kurt." The professor whine. "Please. Please don't stop there."

Kurt mumbled something around his cock and it sent shivers up his spine.This isn't a game.Or at least he didn't think it was until he realized that it was. "Gooooooddddd, you're such a slut." Blaine groaned as grabbed a handful of Kurt's perfectly styled, brown hair. He pulled back on it roughly before slamming Kurt back down on his cock. "That's what you wanted?" He panted.

Kurt answered with a moan. That was exactly what he wanted. He loved the feeling of Blaine's hand guiding his head in just the right way and he loved the way his boyfriend took complete control. Blaine was often restricted by the confines of his profession, teaching what a board of people he'd never met felt was appropriate material for a college class and he toed the line in his real life to be the best man he could be. Kurt was his first step out of the box. He was the first chance Blaine ever took, so he liked to give Blaine the chance to show his true colors from time to time.

That's why he complained about the traffic. There was nothing else to do in the car, so why not piss Blaine off, right? The few times they'd ever argued worked out in Kurt's libido's favor, so he took a chance, and it worked.

Blaine's toes curled from the sensation of Kurt's wet lips gliding up and down his cock. It felt so good. It was hot and messy; just the way he liked it. "Fuck. You love this don't you?" He panted, shoving Kurt's head back down his shaft. "You love when I have to shut you up with my dick, don't you?" Kurt hummed as he attempted to sneak a hand into his own pants. Seeing the movement, Blaine slapped the hand away.

"Not until you learn your lesson. You'll learn to keep your mouth shut one of these days." Blaine yanked at his boyfriend's hair, forcing the man's head backwards. He gave it a light tug and watched as his dick slid out of the younger man's mouth. He caught it with his free hand.

Still holding Kurt's head in the presumably uncomfortable position, he stroked himself towards a completion. "So close. So....fuck....close!"

As he neared his orgasm, Blaine's eyes tried to close and his head tried to lull backwards. He didn't let it happen though. He wanted to watch. He wanted to watch Kurt take his 'punishment'.He was a bad boy so, I did what I had to do.

"Fuck." Blaine moaned as his hips began to shake. "Fuck. Cumming. I'm....uggggg..." Blaine kept his eyes on Kurt's face as he stroked himself through his orgasm. Just like everything else in Kurt's life, he took this in stride. His eyes were closed and as close to contentment as Blaine had ever seen them and his mouth was open; waiting to receive what Blaine had for him. It looked like he was waiting for someone to toss popcorn into his mouth.

Thin strips of cum shot from Blaine's cock and landed on the various expanses of Kurt's face. Some landed on his chin while other globs of the substance landed on his nose and just above his eyebrow. Blaine was pleased with himself, to say the least.

Once he knew Blaine had nothing left to give, Kurt shook his boyfriend's hand out of his hair and retracted back to his seat. He peeled off his t shirt –well, Blaine's t shirt but I still have my wifebeater, so I'm good- and used it to clean his face. "How long did it take you to figure it out?" He asked as he cleaned his face.

"Long enough." Blaine replied. He tucked himself back into his pants and slid his hand into his boyfriend's lap. "Now, I yelled at you. I was a bad boy. I think I deserve some 'punishment' too." Kurt took his bottom lip between his teeth and nodded excitedly.

"I think you've been a very, very bad boy. You deserve a spanking." He moaned just as his boyfriend's hand reached the fly of his pants.

"Oh, I can't fucking wait!"

Henry contacted Ken the moment he returned to his hotel room all those weeks ago. He sent Ken a scanned copy of the picture he had in his pocket and asked him to dig up any information he could on the man in it. Ken promised he would and they made plans to speak the following week.

When they spoke the next week, Henry had no new news. He didn't have a name or any other pertinent information about the man in the picture. Ken concluded the call that day with a promise to call as soon as he had any information. Henry sighed and accepted his friend's promise. There wasn't much else he could do. He had no idea how to get the information, so he relied on someone who did. "Tyler." He shouted as he leaned back in his home office chair. God, I hate being home. He hated being so far away from where Kurt was. He hated being in his house. He hated being with his wife and he definitely hated being around Tyler.

Being around Tyler was Hell by that point. He was so close and he had a connection to his Kurt that he didn't even know about but...he couldn't. As sick as he knew it was, the reason behind his caution with Tyler had nothing to do with the actual child. It had to do with Kurt. Kurt was everything in the grand scheme of things and Tyler was nothing. So, no, he wouldn't do anything to his son; he didn't need to. Kurt was who he needed and Kurt was who he was going to get. "Tyler!" He shouted again when he son didn't respond.

A moment later, the boy ran into the room, nearly colliding with the bookshelf. "Where is your mother?" Henry shouted. The boy stood stock still and did not respond. It exacerbated the doctor. "I swear to God, you're as useless as she is. Get out of my face." Tyler ran off as quickly as he ran in.

"Susan!" Henry shouted. It was time he had a conversation with her.

"What?" His wife asked a moment later when she entered the room. Henry was about to speak when his phone rang. He quickly checked the caller ID and saw that it was Ken.

"Nevermind. Go away." He advised, turning in his chair and taking the phone call. "Ken. I hope you have something for me."

"Sure do. So, I ran the picture through facial recognition software that I have in the office. I used the scanned picture and had a program search Kurt's Facebook friends for anyone with a certain number of similar facial features. Then, I hacked into the guy's Facebook account. It was actually pretty easy." Ken rattled off meaningless details about how he got the information. Henry didn't care how, he cared who.

"Ken. Ken. Ken, Ken! Stop. Listen. I just need to know those few things about the guy. That's it."

"Well," Henry heard the distinct shuffling of paper in the background. "here we go. Guy's name is Blaine Anderson. He's a 30 year old teacher at The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. A few people that I spoke to said he's got some boyfriend that they've never met. I'm assuming that it's this Kurt you had me look up. The thing about that is, this Anderson guy used to be his teacher. So...I don't know, I guess they fell in love in the classroom. That's kinda sweet, ya know." Sweet? Really? That wasn't sweet. It was sick. At least Henry had real love for Kurt, this guy probably just had a hard on for him. Well, that was fine.

"Thank man." Henry hung up without a second thought. He pulled the photo of Blaine Anderson out of his desk drawer and stared at it. "I know what you're doing, Blaine Anderson, and I don't like it. That's okay though, you'll get what's coming to you. I can promise you that."