Over the next few days, Kurt got nothing but bad news. The performer had to be forcibly restrained when Blaine told him about the meeting with Dean Prichard. The situation made him so nervous that Blaine had to hold him down to keep him from packing his clothes and running back to his apartment to hide.

On top of that, Kurt received a call from the police advising him that they had no leads in his case. They were very apologetic but advised that, without a suspect in any state database, they didn't have anything to compare the DNA from the semen on the picture to.

They had hope though. They were waiting for a response from Kurt's employer on information about the NEPats account holder. With any luck, that would lead them to the individual that broke into Kurt's house. In the long run, things looked promising. Kurt wasn't concerned about the long run, however. He was worried about the immediate future; a future that left NEPats prowling the streets of whatever town he was in, working and waiting. Kurt couldn't stand it.

More so than that, Kurt was itching for a few minutes of attention and a little bit of money. Being offline right before the school year wasn't something that the performer was used to. It was not part of his school year routine. So, when Kurt felt the underlying itch to adorn himself in glitter and a pair of low rise boy shorts arise again; he scratched it.

Less than 20 minutes after the thought ran through Kurt's mind, he stepped out of the room dressed for a successful show. From the perfect coif on the top of his head to the polished heel of his Bordello pumps, he looked fabulous. There would be no show, however. Kurt was dressed for a lonely evening at home.Whoa! When did I start referring to this as home?He wasn't sure, but it wasn't an unwelcome thought. He could imagine Blaine's house being their home. Speaking of Blaine, Kurt had an idea; the perfect idea for the perfect ensemble.

After his meeting with Dean Prichard, Blaine vowed never to miss another staff meeting. So, when he got an email late the prior evening mentioning a staff meeting, he knew he had to attend. The meeting was boring, to say the least.

Throughout the meeting, the professor couldn't seem to concentrate. Through some strange twist of fate, the meeting ended up happening in Blaine's class room. That was not a good idea. Each time the young man looked down at the lecture floor, he thought about all the times he and Kurt had sex on that floor....or on his desk...or against the white boards.Yeah, we probably shouldn't have had this meeting in here.He thought as he tried to pay attention. He failed miserably.

The moment the meeting ended, Blaine fled the room. He needed to get home. He needed to get to Kurt. He needed both of those things to happen as quickly as possible. With all the sexual thoughts running through his head, he was painfully hard and needed a release. He hoped against hope that Kurt was ready and willing to help him with that release.

"Honey, I'm home!" Blaine shouted as he shut the front door. I've always wanted to say that.

"I'm in the kitchen!" He heard his boyfriend shout. Toeing off his shoes and dropping his satchel next to the door, Blaine padded barefoot through his tiny house. As he neared the tiny kitchenette, he was hit by the smell of what could only be an amazing dinner. It smelled tangy and spicy; all at the same time.

The professor closed his eyes and let his nose lead the way to the kitchen. As always, the food smelled spectacular. He was truly grateful for Kurt's ability to cook. For years, he'd lived on Hungry Man dinners and take out. It was nice to have a home cooked meal from time to time. He was certain that Carole taught him how.I'll have to send her a card."Hey, honey. Long day at the office?" His boyfriend purred.

Slowly, Blaine opened his eyes. He gasped at the sight; and what a wonderful sight it was. Instantly, Blaine knew he wasn't dealing with his beautiful, caring boyfriend. He was dealing with his boyfriend's super horny alter ego, Super Kurt. Kurt wasn't one to reduce his attire to a pair of tiny underwear and a frilly apron. Kurt also wasn't one to wear mile high heeled shoes. As gorgeous as Kurt was, he didn't ooze sex the way Super Kurt did. The man standing in his kitchen was definitely Super Kurt; the same Super Kurt that asked to ride his dick while he drove down Interstate 94 West. "Definitely a long day at the office." Blaine finally replied. After the stressful days they'd incurred, it was nice to break away from reality for period of time.

"Dinner will be done in a moment. It's nothing special, just penne rosa, but I made it with love, just for you." Kurt turned from the stove and smiled at his boyfriend. Blaine's heart and cock leapt at the statement. It amazed him that his boyfriend could be sweet and sexy at the same time.

As quickly as he could, the professor crossed the tiled floor. He slid his hands around his boyfriend's bare waist and tried to drag his boyfriend away from the stove. It was a fruitless task. "Come on, baby. Let's skip dinner and head straight for dessert." He leaned forward and kissed the pale expanse of Kurt's shoulder. Kurt's shoulders were sensitive, something that Blaine knew.

"No way, I workedlongandhardon this dinner and you're going to eat it. Now, go wash up." Blaine shook his head quickly from side to side. There was no way he was eating thing other than Kurt. After a few more fruitless attempts at badgering his boyfriend into the bedroom, the professor finally relented and trudged off to the bathroom. When he returned, the table was set and Kurt was seated at the far end.He's really going to do this to me. Jerk!

Dinner was full of stilted conversation. Each time Kurt ventured off on a new topic, his boyfriend faltered and let the conversation die. He was too distracted to communicate anything other than arousal.

"When school starts, I'm going to be very busy. So, we need to spend as much time together as we can before then." Kurt announced absently as he finished the last of his food.

Blaine nodded. "Yep. I can think of a way we can spend together right now." Kurt rolled his eyes and re-crossed his legs. It was his way of teasing his boyfriend; if Blaine wasn't going to play by the rules, then neither was he.

From across the table, Blaine salivated over his boyfriend and more specifically, his legs. That was always his downfall. As far as he was concerned, all men –gay, straight, bi, whatever- loved legs. Big ones, small ones, short ones, tall ones, men loved them all. Blaine was lucky enough to have a boyfriend with a set of mile long legs that were toned to perfection. His resolve broke when those mile long legs uncrossed and recrossed for the millionth time that night.That's it! I'm done!

He was out of his seat and around the table before Kurt knew what hit him. Gone was the put together young teacher and in his place was the sexually frustrated man with the gorgeous boyfriend. Sexual frustrated Blaine and Super Kurt made a great team.

Their lips met halfway. Neither man saw light touches or sweet kisses in their future. Their kisses were rough and needy. Their tongues tangled and their hands roamed. Before too long, Blaine had his boyfriend hoisted onto the table and he was rocking back and forth in tiny space between his boyfriend's perfect legs. "Want you so bad." Kurt giggled and nodded. He was hard as a rock and he wanted a release as well.

As Blaine continued to slide their painfully hard, completely clothed, and perfectly aligned cocks together, the performer slipped his hand into the pocket of his apron and pulled out a packet of lube. "You'll need this." He whispered.

Blaine's movements stopped just long enough for him to see what Kurt was holding up. He shot his boyfriend a devilish grin as he reached for the packet.He's always prepared.Slowly, because he hated when he wasn't touching his boyfriend's body, the professor backed away. He watched hungrily as the younger man looped his fingers below the waistband of his tiny underwear and watched even more hungrily as Kurt slid them down. Before he knew it, the garment was on the floor and Kurt was reaching for the ties of his apron.

"No. Leave that on...the shoes too." The professor instructed as he undid his pants. He practically heard his cock sing his praises once it was free. Gone were the confines of his tight lacks; the ones that grew tighter each and every time Kurt was in a room with him. It didn't matter where they were; Kurt always made him hard.

With his pants and boxers pooled around his ankles, Blaine slicked his aching cock. He wasn't going to waste time prepping his boyfriend because he knew it wasn't necessary. The squeeze was going to be tight but he loved the way the pressure that resulted from squeezing his cock into the extremely tight, unprepared hole and he knew Kurt loved the sting caused from the stretch of his muscles. Kurt was a masochist like that.

Cock slicked and lined up with his boyfriend's hole, Blaine pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, Blaine slid his dick into Kurt's tight heat. His toes curled at the feeling and his head fell backwards. He continued to push in, however. Unless Kurt told him otherwise, the professor wouldn't be stopping any time soon.

At some point, Kurt wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's hips and urged him forward with his feet. It didn't take long for Blaine to be completely buried inside the man. It was warm and tight; everything Blaine loved about his boyfriend's ass.

"Fuck me." Kurt moaned, breaking the silence in the room. So Blaine did. Rough and hard, just the way Kurt liked it. As he thrust into his boyfriend, he felt the table rock against their weight. If it wasn't such a nicely structured table, Blaine would be afraid that it would collapse beneath them. The table was solid as a rock, however. "Fuck me so hard!" Kurt shouted again. So Blaine did.

The room filled with moans and shouts of ecstasy as the couple neared their completion. "Please God! PLEASE!" Blaine shouted as his muscles began to spasm. That coupled with the tightening in his balls let him know he was closer than he thought.

"You can call me Kurt!" Kurt panted as he fisted his leaking cock. The professor nodded shakily as his eyes rolled back into his head. He came amidst shaky thrusts not a moment later. Kurt was not far behind. With short, quick strokes the performer came. He let out a high pitched shout, which sounded like his boyfriend's name, as he did. It still amazed Blaine that his boyfriend could reach notes that high.

"Look what you did!" Kurt grumbled as he lay lifeless on the kitchen table. "You knocked all that food over." Lazily, he swept his arm across the room towards the mess. Utensils, plates, placemats, and decorative napkins littered the floor.

Blaine flushed sheepishly. "Sorry. I'll clean it up." He replied.

"Damn right you will!"

Tyler sat quietly as his mother packed suitcase after suitcase with his belongings. He sat just as silently when he and his mother boarded the plane at the airport. Tyler's silence continued as his mother helped the taxi driver load the suitcases into the back of the cab once they landed in Ohio. Susan noticed the silence now more than ever.

In the 7 years since Tyler's birth, Susan hadn't heard the boy speak a single word. Before, she assumed that there was something wrong with her son, but now she knew differently. Her son wasn't learning disabled or mute, as she'd once thought, he was resilient and intellectual. He was smart enough to know when people had no interest in what he had to say and resilient enough to keep his mouth shut around them.

When Susan began to realize her way out of her situation, she realized a way out for Tyler as well. She wouldn't keep him, she honestly didn't want him, but she refused to leave him with Henry. He was too young to deal with the ups and downs of her husband's personality. He deserved the same chance that Kurt had once been given. So, Susan packed her son's things and set off to leave him with people that would foster his creativity and praise him for being who he was. She'd contacted a few people and asked them to draw up paperwork. She then booked 2 plane tickets to Ohio. She was going to give at least one of her son's the life he deserved. She had to make sure Tyler was going to be okay. It was the only way she could do what she was about to do to her other son.

Tyler stared out the window as the cab sped through the tiny town. He'd never been here before. He watched anxiously as the car pulled up in front of a house. It was smaller than the house he lived it, but it looked like a home. Even at such a young age, Tyler knew the difference between a house and a home. "Come on, Tyler. We don't have long." His mother instructed. The boy stepped out of the car without any acknowledgment towards his mother. He watched as she pulled his suitcases out of the trunk and carried them to the tiny white porch that wrapped around the house. "Come on!" She hissed. Quickly, Tyler dashed up the stone walkway and to her side.

He watched as his mother took a knee in front of him. "So....this is where you're going to be living now. Be good for these people." She instructed. Tyler stared at her. He was confused; so confused. "Listen to them when they speak and respect them. If you do, you'll be very happy here."

Tears welled in the boy's eyes. To him, it sounded like she was leaving and never coming back. Of course he despised her most of the time, but she was still his mother. "Hey, don't." She instructed as she wiped the tears from his eyes. "Don't cry. I don't deserve your tears." Tyler nodded. It was the first time he'd ever responded to her.

Without another word, Susan stood up and turned to walk back towards the waiting cab. "I love you." Tyler shouted. The words stopped the woman in her tracks. She turned slowly and stared intently at him. From a distance, he could notice the shimmer of tears in her eyes.

"You shouldn't." Tyler watched his mother turn back around and move quickly towards the taxi. Moments later, the cab pulled away from the curb and drove out of sight. The child was left at a strange home, in a strange state, with nothing but his belongings and hope that his new home would be better than his old house.

Carole danced around the kitchen and sang along with the radio as she cooked dinner.

Cause baby we'll be
At the drive-in
In the old man's Ford
Behind the bushes
Till I'm screaming for more
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
And baby
Talk dirty to me

Chopping vegetables as she introduced the sounds of Poison to her newly remodeled kitchen, Carole didn't hear the exchange outside. It wasn't until she heard the doorbell that she realized someone was at her house. The nurse turned down her music and headed through the house. "I'm coming!" She shouted when the doorbell rang again.

She reached for the door and swung it open. She was pleasantly surprised to find a little boy on her porch. Before speaking, she looked around in either direction. Immediately she caught sight of the luggage that accompanied the child. That bothered her, but not as much as the absence of a parent did. "Hi, honey. Are your parents around?" She asked the little boy.

He stared at her for a moment before responding. "My mom dropped me off." Carole tilted her head in confusion. None of her or Burt's friends had children as young as the boy in front of her.

"Oh...um....okay. So...." Carole was at a loss for words. There was a boy on her porch that she didn't know. Not only did she not know the child, but his mother dropped him off with his luggage.Do I understand this right?"Who are you, honey?" She finally forced out. It was the first logical thing she could come up with.

The boy looked down at his feet for a moment before slowly meeting her gaze. What he said next broke her heart. "I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?" It also reminded her of the last time she found a little boy on her porch.

"MOMMMMMM! My new best friend is crying." Carole, exhausted from another night shift, sighed when she heard her son shout through their tiny house.

"Who?" She called back. A moment later, her son graced their kitchen with his presence. He was unreasonably tall and lanky for his age.

"My new best friend! He's on the porch crying!" Finn insisted. Carole's head dropped backwards. She wasn't sure why she bothered. She loved her son more than anything but he was dense at times.

"What's your new best friend's name, Finn?" She finally asked. Spelling things out for her son was not her strong point. Finn gave her an indigent look and shrugged. She groaned at her son. "Really, son. If he's going to be your friend, you should probably learn his name." Again, Finn shrugged.

With a frustrated sigh, Carole brushed passed her son and rushed through her house. Sure enough, there was a little boy crying on her porch. "Hey, honey." She began as she took a seat next to the shaking boy. All she received in response was a pathetic sniffle. Her heart broke for the boy. "Why are you crying?"

"I-I-I had a b-b-bad day." The boy stuttered. The broken pieces of Carole's heart disintegrated. There is nothing more heartbreaking than a crying child.

Instinctively, the nurse reached out and rubbed the boy's back. He cried harder. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sure your day wasn't that bad. If it was, I'm sure it can be fixed. Why don't you tell me what happened." The boy nodded but took a moment to begin to speak.

"I....t-they broke m-m-my Power Rangers at school and....and....and m-m-mommy is mad. She..." The boy hiccupped and broke down into a fresh round of tears. Carole continued to rub his back as he worked through his tears. "....she w-was mad 'cause D-d-daddy bought me n-n-new ones with t-t-the m-m-money she was saving t-t-t-o go to the S-s-ound of M-m-music Sing A-a-a-long with."

Carole's heart went out for the boy. Without thinking, she grabbed the boy and pulled him into her lap. "It's okay, sweetie. It's gonna be okay. Your Mommy was probably mad about something else." She repeated as she comforted him.

Eventually, the boy calmed down and she was able to speak with him as she would her son. She still had to find out where the boy lived so she could take him home. His parents were probably worried. "Who are you, sweetie? I need to get you home so your parents don't worry."

The boy stared at his shaking hands for a moment before meeting her gaze. "I'm nobody. Who are you? Are you nobody too?" Speechless, Carole stared at the boy. She hadn't expected that answer.

"Umm...I'm sure that's not true. You are somebody. We're somebodies together. Okay." The boy flushed and nodded. She could see the tiny remnants of a smile on his face. "So, can you tell me who you are?" She asked again.

The boy smiled and nodded again. "Kurt." He said as he held out a tiny hand. "Kurt Hummel."

Carole grabbed the tiny hand and shook it. "I'm Carole. Carole Hudson. It's very nice to meet you, Kurt."

"You're not nobody, sweetie. What's your real name?" The boy chewed on his bottom lip. He looked frightened of telling her. "Please, I really have to know your name."

"Are you going to send me back to my Mom and Dad? I really don't want to go."

Carole took a deep breathe. "I don't know. Why don't you tell me who you are and we can go inside and talk." The boy nodded.

"Tyler." He extended a tiny hand as he spoke. "Tyler Davis." Carole smiled and took the boy's hand.

"Well, Tyler. I'm Carole. Carole Hudson-Hummel. Why don't we go inside and talk?" Tyler nodded and followed her inside. Carole smiled as she ushered the boy through the house. It was a fake smile. While the boy was adorable, there were too many similarities to her stepson and the boy had said his mother dropped him off. Simply put; she was confused. She needed answers. She also needed her husband....and a drink.Yeah, a glass of wine sounds lovely right now. She was certain she was going to need it.I'm in for a long night.