The room was in shadow all around, except for one source of light. A little lamp on a desk in a corner. With a picture underneath it. A picture of persons immaculately dressed, dutifully smiling. Smiling from obligation, but smiling nonetheless. Daniel Anderson stared down at the picture. There was nothing for it. What else should he do but this? He had to have them back. He was going to get them back. It had been two weeks since he saw his family. Happy. Smiling. Content. Without him. It gnawed at the pit of his stomach. Frayed the end of his mental rope. The sight of his son kissing a boy burned the back of his mind. How did this get so out of hand? When had it all gotten out of control?

Boy, you really are a failure. Sitting here looking at a picture when you should have already gotten back your family.

The voice. The one that sounded like his father, was here again. He thought he'd gotten rid of that. He hadn't heard it since he married Janet. He took it as confirmation that he had done something right for once. The old man died giving them his blessing. Janet was beautiful and smart to boot. The voice that lived in the back of his head, that taunted him growing up whenever his father wasn't there to do it himself, had vanished. Or so he thought. He didn't even hear it in the first few weeks after she left, though he was dreading it, expecting it. But now. Now when he didn't need to be distracted. Now when he was on the verge of getting his family back. It had to come back, to haunt him.

Haven't I taught you better? Did you not learn anything under my rule? Are going to be a disappointment all your damn life?

There goes that word. Disappointment. He'd never seen a word he hated more than disappointment. He was the CEO of his own company, well respected in his class and around his friends, had money coming out the ying yang. He was not a disappointment damn it!!!

You have all that, but where is your wife? Your kids? You allow them to roam free like a herd of sheep. Your mother, God rest her, knew her place and kept you lot in line. And I knew when to rein her in if she didn't do as expected, as she was told. Now your wife ran away with your son, who chose to be gay and your eldest cut communication with you. Your life is out of hand Junior! GET. IT. BACK.

"I'M TRYING!!!" Dan shouted. Okay now he was loosing it. He was talking to the voice in his head. Again, something he hasn't done in quite a while. Really? Now he has to deal with this shit too?

Well try harder. The voice snapped. You have a rebellious family Junior, that just won't do. A wife who had the gall to ask you about your affairs, and kids who had the nerve to try and interfere when you're teaching her a lesson about meddling. Tsk tsk tsk. Out of order Junior. Out of order. You know what I think it is? Bad leadership. Poor choices. You should have married Mary Abercome. She may not be a looker like Janet but at least she would have obeyed.

"SHUT UP!!!" Dan screamed. He got up and kicked the chair he was sitting in across the room. "You liked Janet. You were pleased. Now what? Huh? Is everything I've ever done wrong for you? Even when they were right at first?" Dan's tone turned so fast from sneering to desperate. The voice offered no answer, no explanation, no absolution. Of course not. His father wasn't even that generous in life, he couldn't have expected any better. Even if it's in his head.

Dan knew what had to be done. He knew how to get to each of them, well with one exception. All Janet wants is a loving husband and a good father for her kids. He can play that, no problem. He'll pretend until he can't anymore and then threaten to jeopardize her good name as a nurse if she tries to leave a second time or talk to anyone about their home life.

If he makes Cooper believe that he is taking care of his mother then he will have won Cooper over. Also doable. He just has to make sure neither Blaine (easier said than done) Janet tells Cooper anything.

If he convinces Bella that Janet and Blaine are safe and he is really turning over a new leaf, then that little interference would be taken care of as well. This will be hard; Bella is not an easy woman to fool, even with Janet telling her that everything is fine. Plus, she'll listen to Blaine before she listens to anyone else. Which brings him to his biggest problem, the monkey wrench in his whole operation.

Out of them all, the one person he had nothing on, nothing he could use to trick, was Blaine. This annoyed him to no end. He'll have to find something while he is with them that will help him keep Blaine in line, and hope that it is something that is worth Blaine's co-operation. He must have some weakness. He won't fall for promises, or temporary fixes. Such a shame. The kid would have been killer in the corporate world with his attributes. He just had to be gay and wanted to perform and run and not truly make something of himself! God. Now he's getting a headache with all this shit. He just wanted his fucking family back, but apparently that was too much to ask. He's going to get them back; he needs to get them back under his control. For good. This shit has got to stop. And maybe he won't have the word disappointment directed at him again. Even in his head.

"B... Baby if you don't stop, I'm gonna crash and how exactly would I explain that to Dad?"

Blaine leaned over the driver's seat a little more and continued to lick at Kurt's neck.

"I can't help it. You started it! I haven't seen you properly in two weeks! We've got too much stuff going on for 17 yr olds. Just... let me." He nibbled Kurt's ear.

"Nnngh..." Kurt babbled as he pulled into the parking lot of the Lima bean. "B!" But his protests were weak. So he put the car in park and surrendered. Blaine kissed his way up his neck, along his jaw and swiped his tongue over his lips. Kurt allowed him entrance and their tongues crashed together in earnest. And really, what else could he possibly do? After all, he did start it.

Earlier that day, Kurt enlisted Finn to carry Sky and Davy home so he could have some much needed time with Blaine after his track training. Blaine had to stay back a little later since he was now doing three events again. More practice than anyone else often left him stressed or drained, or both. They've both been far too busy and had not had a true moment to themselves since that glorious, wonderful, spectacular weekend. They've been stealing all the time they can to be together. Which resulted in some very dubious items being stashed in their lockers, backpacks, in the draws of their cars.

Kurt had waited for Blaine to finish training, followed him into the showers and blown the living fuck out of him when he got out. Swallowing every single bit of Blaine's cum that he could (yet another thing they perfected over all their stolen time together). Blaine's orgasm left him reeling, but relaxed and de-stressed (which was basically the aim). But being a teenaged boy in love, instead of being sated and happy, he was hungry for more. And a chance to maybe return the favor.

"Ungh. Kurt. Fuck, You still taste like me." Blaine moaned at the slightly bitter flavor to Kurt's tongue. Kurt ran both his hands through Blaine's still damp curls. Kissing Blaine never failed to make his bones melt to jelly. But after a few short minutes his brain seemed to catch up with the rest of his body, and he remembered that they were in a parking lot, at a coffee shop in Central Ohio.

"Blaine." Kiss. "We can't do this here." Kiss. "Let's get coffee and go to the meadow, I promise to make it up to you." Kisses a little longer just to convince him. "Okay?"

Blaine reluctantly pulled away. "Promise?"

"Promise." Kurt replied with a sly grin.

"In that case let's make this coffee run as fast as we possibly can."

They fixed their various states of disarray and got out the car. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him into the coffee shop.

Kurt giggled. "Impatient much?"

"I was promised goodies after a coffee run, wouldn't you be?" Blaine grinned. They burst into the door of the Lima Bean snickering at Blaine's use of the word goodies. Unknown to them though, they were being watched. A pair of green eyes were following their progression from the moment the car entered the parking lot.

"Come on line MOVE."  Blaine was being antsy. Kurt discreetly ran his thumb along the back of Blaine's hand.

"Relax. We're next."

"Good! May I have a Grande Non-fat Mocha and a Medium drip please?" Blaine said before the patron in front of him could even properly move out the way.

"In a hurry to get somewhere?" Came a voice from behind them.  Shit. Why now? They were almost out of here. Just another hold up on his afore mentioned goodies. One that he's sure Kurt won't like at all. They both turned around the same time. Sebastian. Just as expected.

Oh great. This guy. Kurt put on his bitch face like armor. Ready for war, asshole.

"Fancy seeing you here Blaine. You know, where it all began. It's like fate."

"Wait a minute." Kurt said turning to Blaine. "This was THE coffee shop?"

Blaine opened his mouth to answer, but Sebastian chimed in a falsely sweet tone.

"Oh hi! Kurt, was it? Didn't see you there."

Kurt glared at Sebastian's smirk and Blaine tried quickly to douse water on the fire he could see smoldering. He picked up both their orders.

"Come on Sweetie let's go. Goodbye Sebastian."

Sebastian grabbed Blaine's upper arm as he passed. "You know, he isn't good enough for you Blaine. I know who you are; I'll be better at understanding where you're coming from. Families like ours should stick together, don't you think?"

Blaine was affronted. His face turning red with anger at Sebastian words. Sebastian had absolutely no clue who he was if he thought those words would appeal to him. He could give a rat's ass about the Anderson name and the kind of power it wields. The money and power didn't stop his father from going bonkers on them all. He opened his mouth to retort, but Kurt beat him to it.

"Families like yours? You mean emotionless douche-bags? If so, then Blaine is certainly not like you."

"I'm sorry; I didn't think I asked your opinion on the matter, Kurt." Sebastian said through gritted teeth.

"Oh really? Not used to having people talk back to you, huh prep boy?" Kurt retorted.

 "Not exactly per se, just not used to people butting into conversations where they clearly don't belong." Sebastian bit out.

Kurt smirked. "Oh, I don't belong here? Really? Remind me again, horse teeth. Blaine is... Whose boyfriend? Oh that's right. Mine. MINE. And I'm tired of you calling and texting his phone. How the hell did you even get his number, stalker? And hint, when someone blocks your number, it does not mean you get another number to text or call from. He wants me. HE IS MINE. Get it through your thick skull."

Kurt stepped a little closer to Sebastian. It then occurred to Blaine that he might have to come between Kurt and Sebastian if things get too heated, but he was too stunned and incredibly turned on to really give it conviction. Kurt was oblivious to his struggle; he had Sebastian under an intense glare. If looks could kill, Sebastian would be a smoldering pile of ashes.

"I'll tell you what, Sebastian. I look simple, right? Like I wouldn't hurt a fly. Like I'm not a threat. But you should know this; I protect what I love, with everything I have. That's what simple. Don't fuck with me."

Kurt held out his hand for Blaine. Blaine gave Sebastian both coffees with a "My treat" and grabbed Kurt's hand as he turned to leave.

As Kurt hurried out of the shop with Blaine's hand in his, he tried to calm the storm going on inside him. He wasn't sorry for his outburst, but if it embarrassed Blaine, wouldn't that be proving Sebastian right? Sebastian had hit a nerve. One he didn't want to examine too closely. He knew Blaine would tell him that he's crazy, but he can't get it out of his mind. What if he isn't good enough? How did someone like him end up with someone like Blaine? Why would Blaine even consider someone like him? He didn't look at Blaine right away. His eyes were traitors. He was sure Blaine would be able to see the emotions plain as day if their eyes connected. They both got in Kurt's car; Kurt closed his eyes and took a minute to breathe deeply, slowly.

Blaine tried his best not to break the silence, because if he was being honest, he was aroused as hell. Is this a thing for him now? Angry Kurt? He looked down at the bulge in his pants. Well it definitely appears so.

In the process of calming himself, a surge of unchecked need coursed through Kurt. His doubts were by no means resolved, but by whatever miracle, Blaine was his. Thoughts of all the things he wanted to do, needed to do to Blaine sprung unbridled into his head. He opened his eyes and looked into Blaine's. Love and need and arousal and a haze of lust reflected back to him from the amber coloured orbs. Blaine wanted him. He wanted him. And though he couldn't figure out why, he'd be damned before he let him go. So that Sebastian could have him? No fucking way in hell. Blaine was under his skin, in his blood, apart of his soul. Kurt took his keys out and started the car without a word. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove a little way down the road; he then pulled unto a dirt road and stopped the car, shutting the engine off. Still not saying a word.

Blaine could feel the intensity coming off Kurt in waves as he turned and looked him right in the eyes. His eyes. Kurt's eyes had gone dark with lust. Remaining calm had gone completely out the window. Blaine's breathing was pretty much fucked and how the hell did it get so hot in here??? Kurt leaned over and squeezed the lever to Blaine's seat so that it could recline. Then he brought himself right over to Blaine's side.

"Sweetie wha... What are you doing?"

Kurt didn't answer. Instead he pressed kiss after kiss on Blaine's face as he pushed him back on the seat. His hands slid down the other boy's chest and landed on his waist. He pulled back abruptly and pulled down the zipper of Blaine's jeans before yanking them down on his thighs. At this point he wasn't even thinking. All he knew was how much he wanted Blaine. Wanted to be the one to make him feel good. Wanted to be the one to claim him. He pulled down the boxers next and watched as Blaine's half-hard dick came into view. Blaine gasped a deep breath as Kurt took him into his hand and began stroking.

"In the car?" Blaine asked through panting breaths.

"Yes, in the car," Kurt said in a low voice, rapidly increasing his movements.

"What if someone... Ohmygodthat'sgood... What if someone sees us?" He was writhing and thrusting up into Kurt's hand by this point.

Kurt smirked and leaned down to place a kiss on one of Blaine's hardening nipples through the fabric of his thin T-shirt. Blaine hissed and arched up into it.

"Are you concerned? Do you want me to stop?" Kurt stilled his movements for just a moment and Blaine whimpered.

"God no!"

"That's what I thought," Kurt breathed, suddenly pumping furiously once again.

Blaine threw his head back and moaned, thinking he might fucking pass out if Kurt kept this up.

10 seconds later he thought he did.

His body tensed with intense pleasure and he growled as his orgasm was ripped from him. It was unbelievably fast and really, he couldn't control it. He'd been half hard since he left school and his newfound angry Kurt kink didn't help matters at all. He opened his eyes to the cute, amused, self-satisfied smirk Kurt was displaying.

"That's two for two today Anderson. Wanna see if you can top that?" Kurt said as he dug through his car drawer for wipes.

"Well I sure as hell have got to try, don't I? But I think I've got your number Hummel."

Kurt had no doubt that he did. He leaned to kiss Blaine deeply, slowly, deliberately, then he drew back and rested the foreheads together.

"To the meadow?" Kurt asked in a whisper.

"To the meadow." Blaine replied confidently.

Kurt kissed him chastely and started the car.

Blaine was a wreck by the time Kurt dropped him home. He feet were a little wobbly and his body felt like jelly. Which isn't surprising; He came three times in the last three hours. He shouldn't be able to even move let alone walk.

He used his keys to open the door and was about to shout that he was home when he heard voices coming from the living room. To the best of his knowledge his mom was supposed to be home alone. Cooper wasn't flying in til next weekend, and Aunt Bella will be there then too. Of course it could be just a friend from the hospital or something. Though, there was something all too familiar about the tone and cadence of this voice...

No need to be paranoid Blaine. He doesn't know where you both are. It'll be ok.

Blaine walked out of the passage way and into a scene straight out of his nightmares. His father. His father was on their sofa. In their new house. The house that he wasn't supposed to know even existed. He found them. Shit. His mind went into overdrive. They'd have to move again to be safe. But Kurt... He can't leave Kurt. Hadn't HE taken enough from them? All the joy out of growing up and a happy loving home? This fucking bastard had to come and take away the piece of him that made everything worth anything.  

His mom was standing at the fireplace. It was clear from his standpoint that she was tensed. All eyes were on him from the moment he entered the doorframe. They must have heard the door opening. Blaine took his bag by the top strap, readying to use as a weapon if the need arose and walked over to take his mom's hand.

"What is he doing here?" He asked his mom the question, but his glare was fixed in the man on the sofa.

Janet squeezed Blaine's hand.

"Well... it would appear that your father has come to apologize."

Wait. What? " Wait. What?" Blaine repeated out loud.

"Blaine, son..." Dan began.

Blaine visibly winced at the sound of his name coupled with the word ‘son' from that voice.

" I was... wrong and... and out of line... Regardless of anything, you are my son. And I... Just want what's best for you and your mom and..."

"If you wanted what's best for us you'd leave us the hell alone. How did you find us anyway?" Blaine spat. His mom was squeezing his hand again.

"I don't believe that. I think a family should stay together. And how I found you isn't as important as the fact that I made an effort to. I'm.... I'm doing loads better, going to therapy and getting my act together. I... wanna be a better husband to my wife, a better father to my kids than mine was to us. I just want a chance to prove I can do it, that we can make it work in spite of whatever may come our way."

Blaine looked incredulous. "What about me, Dad?" Blaine's question was loaded with contempt. "Are you saying you're done being disgusted with a ‘sissy' ‘pansy' ‘faggot' of a son?"

"Blaine!" Janet cried. Hanging unto her son's hand for dear life. A tear slipping down her face.

"His words mom. You remember? Not mine. His." Blaine snapped.

"I was wrong for that, son." Dan could hardly believe he was saying this, but he had to get through this. He wanted his family goddamn it. Back under his control. And they will come willingly. He just had to get through this. He schooled his face into the most apologetic expression he could and pushed on. "I guess I just didn't understand such a concept. But maybe you can explain and we'll work on it. I just want us to be a family again."

"Dan we stopped being a family a long time ago. The moment you stepped out on us, on me, and started running around with that floozy, we stopped being anything resembling a family. The moment you tried to put your hands on our son..." Janet injected, wiping her face with her free hand. Never mind that he had hit her. Her concern was her youngest. Cooper was safe; he was his own man. Blaine wasn't at that age yet. Whether he was that mature (which he was) or not. Her job was to protect her child. Even from his own father, and no matter how badly she wanted her family to work.

"I'm sorry Dan, but I ... I think you should... go. Now." She finished haltingly.

Blaine squeezed his mom's fingers and let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Janet, I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm so sorry. I can't say I'm sorry enough. And if you want me to, I will say I'm sorry everyday for the rest of my life while trying to do better. To do right by you. I've... I've fired her. It was my first step before coming here. Cleaning up my life. Just... Please give me a chance to prove it, prove that I'm doing better and want to continue doing better." Dan pleaded.

Blaine glared at his father and waited for his mom's crushing words. There's no way she was doing this, she already asked him to leave. But when all he heard was a ringing silence, he started to doubt. For the first time since he came into the house, he took his eyes off his father and really looked at his mom. Her gorgeous face was tear stained and there were little bags forming under her eyes (no doubt from her late nights at the hospital) and her hair was slightly out of place, which was definitely unheard of. But, none of these things alarmed him, what did was the fact that he could see her resolve crumbling.

"Mom." He whispered. His tone a little incredulous. "Don't tell me that you actually believe..."

Dan who sensed and saw the crack in Janet's armor sought to further break it apart and interjected before Blaine could finish.

"At least, let me stay the night. I'll... I'll just sleep on the couch. Right now I won't ask anything of you but to crash on your couch. But I would like you to think about it, both of you. Just give me one chance Janet. Just one to prove I mean what I'm promising." Dan finished.

A thick silence dominated the room.

"Alright. You can stay on the couch tonight." Janet whispered. Dan's face broke into a huge smile.

"Thank you Janet, both of you, thank you."

Blaine didn't like this. Blaine didn't like this one bit. Somehow he just knew that this was a bad idea. His father was too polite, too co-operating. It was unsettling. However he was not about to let this knock him off his game. His mom was a good soul. Too gentle. Too trusting. Blaine inherited that, he knew this.

But he was wary of every aspect of his father. His guard will never be down when it came unto him. Never. And if his mom was going to let him in, even a little bit, he had to keep his eyes open for the both of them. And that he shall. He will not let this man compromise the great life they had settled into here. No chance in hell.

Blaine turned out of the living room, dragging his mom with him. He won't leave her alone with this man if he has any other alternative.

Dan waited till he heard them moving upstairs before he smiled. That was harder than he anticipated, and he considered this step the easiest before. Blaine was the hold up; he wasn't supposed to have been home for this. But no matter, he's in by the skin of his teeth for now. And that's all he needs to start building his foothold. His smile grew wider. Step one complete.