Chapter Three

From the second Kurts lips touched Blaines, the rest of the world faded away. At first Blaine was too shocked to properly react to the intimate gesture. Then, it finally hit him. Hes kissing me, Blaine thought in awe, and that realization finally motivated his instincts to kick in. He kissed Kurt back, pressing his lips against his, savouring, breathing him in. Im kissing Kurt! Blaines racing heart nearly skipped a beat when Kurt brought an arm to wrap around his shoulder. He knew he wasnt acting very suave at the moment, but he couldn't bring himself to care, because Kurt had made the first move. Blaine was happy to let Kurt call the shots.

Kurt was the first to pull away and, Blaine, knowing that their first kiss had gone on long enough, didnt try to stop him. There was little cause for worry anyway, since Kurt was keeping his face close to his. Kurt looked so happy -- giddy even -- and, Blaine swore, quite proud of himself. He certainly knew the feeling, but when it came to expressing said feelings, that wasnt so easy.

“There. Thanks to you, my first kiss was with someone special,” Kurt announced.

It felt like the ground fell out from under Blaine and he might have toppled over if it hadn't been for Kurt grabbing onto him just in the nick of time. He needed to say something before Kurt took his silence the wrong way. The trouble was, the things going through his whirling mind all sounded too soon to confess. The last thing Blaine wanted was to come on too strong and chase Kurt away.

Kurt's cute little grin started to fall as he glanced nervously at Blaine, as if he feared hed gone too far. “Was it wrong for me to kiss you... Without your consent?” he asked shakily.

Blaine heard the fear in Kurts voice and he instantly felt horrible. Acting on instinct, Blaine reached out to take Kurts hand before he could pull away. “Oh no, Kurt, no! You need to know that you have always had my consent. Ive wanted to kiss you since the moment we met!” Blaine exclaimed.

Kurts eyes sparkled with interest. “What kept you from doing it, then?”

“We were strangers, Kurt. I didnt know if you wanted that from me,” Blaine answered as gently as possible.

To Blaine's relief, Kurt didnt appear to be offended (or hurt) by the bluntness of his comment. Instead, he smiled at Blaine and ran his thumb over his bottom lip. “Blaine, you are such a gentleman. You have always had my consent as well. So, now that we both know how badly we want to kiss one another... Whatever shall we do about it?” he asked provocatively.

Blaine gently removed Kurts hand from his face. His coy grin showed exactly what he wanted to do about it and words were not included in that plan. Without any warning, he took hold of Kurts waist and pulled him close. Kurt let out a delighted squeal, eyes fluttering and Blaine could feel Kurts quickened heartbeat through their now touching chests. “Here, let me show you,” he murmured.

“Oh god yes, by all means please do,” Kurt hurriedly urged.

No further encouragement on either boy's part was needed and, this time, Blaine was the one to initiate the kiss. Passion erupted, overtaking the pair and both Kurt and Blaine threw themselves wholeheartedly into it. It never reached any sort of breaking point – though it could easily go there soon enough – but the kiss was still far from chaste. Heat pulsed through Blaines body, and the painful intensity of desire was almost overpowering. The only thing stopping him was the knowledge of how much he would be throwing away if he let his libido get the best of him in a fit of passion.

As for Kurt, he seemed to have no problem with their current pace, eagerly responding as Blaine opened his mouth and ran his tongue along Kurt's bottom lip, asking for entrance. Kurt let out a quiet moan as Blaines hands skillfully massaged up and down the small of his back. Blaine felt quite proud of his efforts so far and Kurt was showing every sign of thoroughly enjoying them as well – despite their combined inexperience.

Kurt beamed at Blaine as he pulled back. “Youre really good at kissing, Blaine.”

“Not too shabby for a first timer, eh?” Blaine smugly announced.

Kurt blinked in surprise. “You mean... Youve never kissed anyone before either?”

Blaine shook his head. “No one. Youre my first as well,” he confirmed.

“Then, youre a natural.”

“Why thank you, Kurt. So are you, just for the record.”

Anymore flirtatious compliments would have to wait, because Blaine quickly noticed Kurts expression change to what had to be his come hither look, staring up at him through fluttering eyelashes. Message received, Blaine was happy to lean in and kiss Kurt again. Kurt draped his arms over his shoulders, clasping his hands together at the back of Blaines neck while Blaine closed his eyes tight and pressed their lips together.

The pair stayed like that for a long spell, simply enjoying the wonderful feeling of kissing another boy. Not just any boy, either, but one who the other felt so connected to. Kissing Kurt felt like heaven on earth. Blaine never wanted to stop kissing him, and he had no intentions to – at least not for a while yet.

During their mutually enjoyed make out session, Blaine and Kurt barely let any time pass from one kiss to the next. They did pause long enough to find a good spot where Blaine could lean his back against a nearby tree so there was no risk of toppling over. Blaine felt so alive. Lord, Kurts lips were so addictive. No wonder men like him went to such great lengths – endangering themselves in some instances – to feel the same thing ordinary couples felt when they kissed. Blaine felt strange, but in a giddy lovesick kind of way. What he didnt feel when Kurt kissed him so passionately was shame. It felt right, to have Kurt in his arms. For all that he had come to accept his sexuality, Blaine was finally able to embrace it with the right person, one who meant the world to him. “Kurt,” he whispered, like a lover's caress.

Kurt said nothing in reply, not that Blaine minded, and when Kurt started kissing his neck, he really didnt mind it. Blaines whole body shuddered with pleasure and his hands dropped below Kurts waist to brush against his butt. Suddenly, Kurt let out a sharp hiss and flinched away from Blaines touch.

Alarmed, Blaine dropped his hands completely and straightened his head up to look Kurt in the eye. “Im sorry! I wasnt trying to touch you there, my hands just sort of acted on their own!” Blaine sputtered in defence.

Kurt was already blushing at this point. “Its nothing like that, Blaine, so theres no need for you to worry. Its just... That area is rather tender,” Kurt admitted sheepishly. Blaine eyes widened, which caused Kurt to purse his lips and roll his eyes at the young mans less than subtle reaction. “Blaine, whatever youre imagining, stop it. My backside is sore because I fell on it, and nothing else,” he explained flatly.

Now Blaine was the one who felt sheepish. “Oh,” he simply replied.

Kurt laughed, “It happens to the best of us.”

“It serves me right for letting my hands stray like that anyway.”

“So me kissing you on the neck wasnt to blame?”

“Lets just call us a tie, shall we?”

So they did and went back to kissing for a bit longer, and this time Blaine made sure his hands never wandered below the waist. While they took a short breather, he forced his reeling mind back to earth, glancing over at Kurt to admire him for a moment. His profile is breathtaking, he thought. Watching Kurt regulate his heavy breathing as he rested against the tree was quite the show… Until Kurts stance stiffened slightly and his joy from moments ago seemed to disappear in an instant.

“What is it, Kurt?” Blaine questioned.

Kurt smiled lightly in response, no doubt to put Blaine at ease. “You need to go to sleep soon, as much as I dont want this night to end,” he explained.

“Im not the least bit tired yet,” Blaine assured.

“Then youll end up crashing before long and we cant afford to let that happen.”

Blaine frowned at Kurt. “What do you mean?”

Kurt sighed, but he didnt avoid the question. “Unlike the first time we met, you are not on a break. Come tomorrow you will face your usual routine, so getting little to no sleep tonight would be beyond reckless, Blaine, and we both know Hunter would notice. We cant afford him asking about it, either.”

Blaine didnt want to act mature and admit that Kurt was right; he wanted to whine and complain about how life wasnt fair. At least Kurt had said ‘we' instead of ‘you,' so that was something. “How I am supposed to go to sleep when youll be out here somewhere away from me?” Blaine pouted. “Or the fact that it could be months before Ill get to see you again!” he snapped before he could stop himself.

Kurt stepped away from Blaine, clenching his fists as he stormed off. He didnt go too far, though he looked far from amused. He brought his hand up to his face, thumbing his temples as he apparently fought the urge to sink to Blaines childish level. He straightened, took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly. “Do you think this is easy for me, Blaine? To feel so drawn to you, so connected, and yet I can't tell you anything about myself? I hate how much I have to hide from you. I hate how much Im hurting you because of it, but I have no choice!” Kurt cried out. He watched Blaines mouth fall open, but when he didnt say anything in reply Kurt growled angrily. “Maybe coming to see you tonight was a mistake on my part,” he grumbled.

Guilt washed over Blaine. Hearing Kurt say such a thing made his heart ache. “You dont meant that, Kurt,” he argued, albeit gently.

Kurts moment of anger quickly passed and his shoulders sagged in defeat. He welcomed Blaines offered hug, clinging to him tightly. “I dont... Im sorry,” he mumbled.

“I wont lie to you and say that knowing nothing about you is easy for me. And so is not knowing when Ill get to see you again. But... Regardless of all that, or the less than ideal circumstances we find ourselves in now… I cant let you go, Kurt, so please dont make me give you up,” Blaine pleaded.

Kurt sniffled, barely holding back his tears. “I dont think I could live my pitiful life if I didnt have you, Blaine,” he confessed.

Nobody had ever needed Blaine like Kurt did. “Then dont. Keep me, Kurt, and please come back to see me... When you can.”

A gentle laugh escaped Kurts mouth before he buried his face against Blaines neck. When he finally moved back to end their tender hug, the side of Blaines neck was damp. “Why must we always end our meetings in tears,” Kurt joked, choking back another sob.

Blaine smiled at him, reaching up to wipe the tears from Kurts cheeks and kissing them softly, his lips slowly moving toward Kurts mouth. The kiss they shared was not a goodbye kiss in any sense; he just needed them to end things on a happier note.

As soon as the kiss was over Kurt appeared to be in much better spirits, playful even. “Its not much, but perhaps I could sing you to sleep tonight?” Kurt said.

Blaines eyes widened. “You would do that for me?”

“As long as you understand that Im entering your bedroom on the premise of singing you to sleep and nothing else,” Kurt answered flatly.

He was obviously teasing Blaine and he, in turn, raised a hand to his heart dramatically. “What sort of man do you take me for?”

Kurt instantly broke, leaving him giggling away at Blaines stern (and fake) scowl. “Oh, we could keep this going for ages but theres no time for that.”

“Not if I want you to sing me to sleep. As you so kindly offered,” Blaine agreed with a wink.

Like the true gentleman he was, Blaine offered his arm to Kurt, who took it and he escorted his honoured guest to his bedroom. The second they cleared the door, Blaine tried his very best not to focus on the realization that there was a boy in his room. That didnt go very well, though, because Kurt was in his bedroom! Reign it in, Blaine! Remember who youre lusting after.

Kurt looked around the room for a moment, nodding in approval at what he saw. “Theres not much of your personal touch, Blaine, but I still like it.”

“Flatterer,” Blaine tossed back, grinning.

“Guilty as charged. Now why dont you get into bed so I can tuck you in,” Kurt said.

Somehow, Blaine managed to take off his sweater without any issue and Kurt went so far as to hang it back in his closet for him. The chore done, Blaine climbed onto his bed and slipped under the covers. True to his word, Kurt glided over to the bed and pulled his bedding up over his body and tucked it under his chin.

“Now,” Kurt began, stopping to sit on the edge of the bed. “What shall I sing to you...” he pondered.

Blaine laughed. Kurt was so cute it was hard not to spend the whole night telling him as much. “Hopefully something that will lull me to sleep.”

Kurt brought his finger to his lips to emphasize that he was busy thinking of potential songs to serenade Blaine with. It lasted only a moment and then he grinned at Blaine, obviously proud of himself, and Blaine could hardly wait to hear his choice.

Sure enough, Kurts taste in music was impeccable and the song he had chosen couldnt have been more perfect. As he listened to Kurt softly sing the first lines of Brahms Lullaby to him, he already felt sleepy. Blaine fought to keep his eyes open, but it was no use. Kurts voice was literally lulling him to sleep and he didnt even make it to the end of the song.

Kurt carefully stood up from the bed, proud that Blaine had fallen asleep so easily. He lingered for a moment, silently watching him sleep. “Id give you the whole world if I could, Blaine. I only hope that my heart will do,” he whispered.

He left without another word, closing the door behind him, while Blaine, still sound asleep, rolled onto his side. “Kurt...” he mumbled softly.
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For once, Blaine was almost glad that Kurt didnt appear for the next few weeks. Almost. He missed him, of course, but at the same time, Kurt confused him so much, and it was becoming nearly impossible for him to focus on his work. There were just too many unanswered questions between them. He wanted to know what Kurt was hiding from him, and yet, he was afraid to know why he was being so secretive. Kurt had said it was to keep him safe, but if that were true, then Kurt himself wasnt safe, either.

Blaine was holed up in his study, clutching his cello, and too lost in thought to notice Hunter walk nonchalantly into the room.

“So this is where youre hiding, Blaine. I should have known,” Hunter commented.

Blaine had half a mind to just ignore Hunter but, seeing as that was pointless, he acknowledged the young lords presence with a roll of his eyes. “Im not hiding, Hunter, Im brooding. There's a difference,” Blaine corrected.

Hunter grinned at him in his usual charming way and took a seat on the nearby chaise lounge. He studied Blaine for a moment, watching him as he went back to playing his cello.

Blaine tried his best to remain calm while he was under Hunters intensive stare. If it werent for his fierce need to keep Kurt safe, he would buckle under the pressure, but instead he went back to playing.

“Are you going to tell me whats going on with you?” Hunter asked.

“If I had anything to tell you, I would, but that is not the case,” Blaine replied.

“Your confidence is convincing, Blaine, but your lack of focus betrays you. You still have much to learn about lying. Especially to me.”

Little did Hunter know that Blaine had spent his whole life lying to people. He took no pleasure in doing so and he hated having to lie to Hunter now. “Its nothing, Hunter, or nothing I cannot handle... On my own.”

Hunter laughed, “At least youre still as catty as ever.”

Blaine grinned back at him. Kurt meant more to him than anything, even his own honour, so he could do this. He would keep his relationship with Kurt hidden and not allow the continuing distance between them to effect his work. “What is life without whimsy,” he commented.

“You are all right, then? Youre not about to succumb to the weight upon your shoulders?”

“Fit as a fiddle,” Blaine said.

“Are you really?”

No. Blaine stared at Hunter, returning his intense gaze without batting an eye. “Yes.”

Hunter was finally convinced enough to let the matter drop for the time being, and his carefree smile returned as he raised his hands in acquiescence. “Good. I am sorry if I pushed at you too hard, but I had to be sure.”

The threat over, Blaine returned his attention to his cello and perfecting the song he was currently trying to master. Hunter made no attempts to leave and that made Blaine rather suspicious, not to mention uncomfortable. “Is there anything else?” Blaine asked, trying his best not to sound rude.

“Its time we decide what pieces you will be performing for the concert, Blaine. I came here to discuss those with you, because I want your input. If its not too much trouble,” Hunter explained smugly.

Blaine sighed. He really wasnt in the mood to play games with Hunter right now. Unfortunately, though, choosing the songs for the competition was too important to forget about. Besides, it wasnt like Blaine enjoyed having a power battle with Hunter, hed much rather work together with him. “Thats a good idea,” he said, not taking the bait.

The change in Blaine seemed to reassure Hunter, the young lord nodding contently and sinking back in his chair. “Do you have any suggestions?”

Of course he did, and Hunter knew this, but Blaine supposed it was polite of him to ask. “Many. I have been going through possible pieces for a long while, actually. The one I keep coming back to is ‘Saint-Sa�ns: Cello concerto No.1 in A minor'.”

Hunter smiled lightly at Blaine. “That is quite a challenging piece, Blaine, and while I am impressed by your boldness, are you sure you can manage it?”

The tone of Hunters voice told Blaine that he wasnt trying to provoke him (this time), but just asking him honestly. “I wouldnt have mentioned it if I werent,” he replied matter-of-factly.

A flicker of interest, followed by an award winning smile and Blaine knew Hunter was on board.

“That decides it, then, and it will make a grand finale performance. All that leaves us is your opening number, and I do have a good one in mind...”

Blaine knew his role and gave into Hunters whim without complaint. “And what is that?” he asked with a kind smile.

“‘Cello Sonata No. 1' in E minor by Brahm.”

“That is one of my favourite pieces,” Blaine admitted.

“It would go nicely with your choice as well.”

“I guess this means we have our set list.”

Hunter stood up, patting Blaine on the shoulder lightly as he passed him. “Try not to brood too much, Blaine,” he said before taking his leave.

Blaine nodded in agreement. It was sound advice to live by. Taking a deep breath, he raked his hands through his hair as he tried his best to calm down. He was going about this all wrong. He needed to let his feelings for Kurt help him with his music, not hinder it. Blaine ran his hand down the side of his cello absentmindedly, letting the contact relax him further. “He is my muse,” Blaine whispered. “My inspiration...” God he missed him. “My everything.”
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Staying up late to play cards had never interested Blaine, but that was before hed met Kurt. As it turned out, all Blaine was missing was the right partner. It was rather fitting that he and Kurt were playing Hearts and that Kurt was in the lead.

“And you win again, Kurt, for the third time in a row,” Blaine said as he threw his last card down in defeat.

Kurt gave Blaine a sympathetic look, though he was smiling as he did. He scooted a bit closer to Blaine from their spot on the stairs. “Well honestly, even when you lose you still end up winning,” he countered.

Considering that the winner of the round got to kiss the loser, Kurts comment was quite true. Blaine brushed a loose strand of hair out of Kurts eyes and grinned at him. “Take your prize, then,” he urged.

No further coaxing on Kurts part was needed, as he closed in on Blaines face and kissed him. In fact, the second Kurt had appeared at his bedroom door that night, they first thing they did was share a passionate reunion kiss. Blaines heart was still singing from that, and it made it possible him to keep his growing issues about their less than idealistic relationship hidden – for now anyway.
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Slowly the pieces were coming together, making the patterns more noticeable. Over the last two months, Kurt had only appeared twice. As wonderful as those meetings were, or however short they were, Blaine noticed a common trend: Kurt only showed up whenever Hunter left the mansion. Figuring this out didnt mean that Blaine was any less clueless, though. Like before, it just added even more questions to the pile.

“He cant be living at the mansion this whole time. At least, not freely... Or why would he stay away for so long?” Blaine muttered.

Unfortunately, despite the strong connection hed formed with his cello over the past few months, it was as lifeless as ever and didn't reply. Still, Blaine kept on talking to it as if it were alive because it was better than nothing.

“So where is he going? And why?”

There was one theory Blaine didnt want to think about, but despite his hesitance, it seemed the most believable. Kurt himself had said his life wasnt his own, that Blaine would be in danger if he mentioned Kurt to anyone. Like Hunter. Somehow Kurt knew when Hunter left the mansion and that alarmed Blaine to no end. “If he were Hunters prisoner... Why would he be left to freely roam the mansion while hes away?” Blaine argued.

This all sounded very familiar to Blaine. Hed had these same thoughts months ago and had gotten nowhere then, too. Kurt wasn't freely sharing anything about his life, either. Or, at least, nothing that would hint at why he only appeared at night. It was growing more difficult to keep himself and the many growing questions at bay. It did help that their two last meetings mainly consisted of them making out. As much as he enjoyed kissing Kurt, he wanted to connect with him emotionally, too. He wanted to know all about the boy who had captured his heart and soul. Most of all, Blaine wanted Kurt to trust him enough to tell him his reasons for his cautious behaviour.

Blaine sighed, “I have to tell him how I feel about this whole mess.” He knew Kurt wouldnt react well to it, but he had to try. Blaine needed Kurt to realize where he was coming from. He was touched that Kurt cared about his well being so much, but that kindness was being poisoned from within, eating away at Blaine every day he remained in the dark.

The conflicted emotions that were welling up inside Blaine no longer impacted his music, or at least not negatively. Like many aspiring artists, hed taken the pain that came along with the joy and used it to his advantage. The result was that Blaine was making real strides in his work, inching him that much closer to perfection.

He needed to look at all of this differently. Blaine put the burning question aside and went on to another equally pressing one: why had Kurt kissed him that first time? While magical, it had been completely unexpected. So what exactly had driven Kurt to accelerate their budding romance in such a way? Loneliness? Or was it something more concerning? Was it done as an act of desperation? If so, then why? The only thing Blaine could think of was that Kurt was running short on time. None of Blaines deductions sounded very appealing to him.

“Hes in danger, I just know it...”

Blaine had nothing to go on, but whenever Kurt kissed him, he got the feeling that Kurt was ignoring things as well. Whatever those concerns were, Blaine had no clue. Hence his current dilemma. What Blaine needed now was a moral pick-me-up.

“I used to dream about kissing boys. I knew the real thing would be good, but... I didnt realize just how much,” Blaine said, not realizing the was talking out loud again.

“His lips are so soft and warm. That first kiss we shared... God was it incredible! I couldnt get close enough to him. Any physical desire before this has never been anything but one-sided, and I've always repressed it so quickly. When Im with Kurt, kissing him, holding him close, there is no stopping what he triggers in me. Who knew that lust could become so - so overwhelming.”

Blaine frowned. He didnt like how that made him sound at all. “Thank the maker that my feelings towards Kurt arent just physical, or I would feel guilty about my intense desire for him. I think... Dare I say it... That I am in love with him,” he breathed.

The one thing he knew was that he couldnt confess his love to Kurt just yet, because before that could even happen, Blaine needed to face his fears and admit to Kurt everything that was keeping him from taking that step. It would be hard, but hed do it. Even if it closed the door on them for good, it had reached the point that he didn't think he had any other option.
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Sometimes all the planning in the world couldnt help getting the job done; one just had to come out and say it. As much as Blaine hated to resort to such tactics, catching Kurt when he was off guard seemed like the best way to get an actual answer from him. So when Kurt arrived to greet him next, Blaine barely gave him time for a quick kiss hello before he forced himself to go for it.

“Are you Hunters prisoner?” Blaine asked at point blank.

Caught off guard didnt even begin to describe Kurts reaction. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open in shock. He avoided eye contact with Blaine and glanced at the door worriedly. Was he planning to run? Blaine wouldnt let him. He wasnt acting possessive, either: Blaine simply refused to let him run off and keep ignoring the bigger picture.

“Answer my question Kurt, please,” Blaine nearly begged.

“I cant! Blaine, please dont do this to me. Not now!” Kurt cried out.

Blaine threw his hands up in the air. “Then when, Kurt? How much longer do you intend to pretend everything is carefree and fun?”

“Cant you see how hard it is for me to keep so much from you? How much its hurting me?”

“No, because you wont tell me anything! All I have to go on is whats right in front of my eyes. Im so sick of theorizing and agonizing over the possibility that you might be locked up somewhere. You have to tell me whats going on, Kurt. Why you can only see me at night when Hunter is away, and if that means what I think it means. That you are his prisoner somehow, or he is at least the reason why youre being so reclusive,” Blaine answered.

Kurt turned to look at Blaine, standing there wearing his heart on his sleeve. Seeing so much love and pain on Blaines face seemed to cause Kurts emotions to buckle and he crumbled to the floor. Kurts broken state tugged at Blaines heartstrings. He wanted to just hug him and tell him it would be okay, but how could he utter such assurance when there was no security that it would be?

“Tell me Kurt, please... You can trust me,” Blaine coaxed.

“I want to, please believe me, Blaine, I truly do, but I cant,” Kurt wept.

Blaine knelt down beside Kurt on the floor, keeping close but he didnt trust himself to touch Kurt when they were in such a vulnerable state. “You do realize that your refusal to tell me only makes me think the answer is yes,” Blaine pointed out.

Kurt let out an awkward laugh. “I know. The world is not so black and white, Blaine. There is no straight answer to the question.”

Blaine let out a sigh; he was afraid of this. “Come here,” he whispered to Kurt as he opened his arms in offering to the sniffling young man. Soon Kurt was in his arms and everything felt right in the world, when it was actually far from it. They took a moment to collect themselves before either dared try to say something. While Blaine hadnt broken down crying, he was still equally unhinged.

“Im not being mistreated or anything,” Kurt whispered softly.

“Oh, thank god,” Blaine breathed with relief.

“Im not saying that Hunter, or anyone else, is holding me against my will, though, before you think thats what I mean. I still cannot tell you anything about my life, Blaine, and the reasons for that are still the same. I know thats unfair to you and I wish with all my heart that it didnt have to be this way. There is nothing I can do about it, and neither can you, as much as I know you wish it werent so,” Kurt explained.

Blaine pulled back so he could look Kurt in the eye, and he took a deep breath. “I cannot bear the idea that youre being hurt,” he confessed.

“Im not, Blaine. That I can tell you. No one is torturing me, and no one is hurting me,” Kurt assured.

“But you arent safe, Kurt,” Blaine challenged.

This time when Kurt was faced with a hard question he didnt shy away. He took Blaines hands in his and shook his head. “No, Im not,” he confirmed.

The tender kiss that followed renewed their tired spirits and Blaine felt like Kurt was trying to express all of his love for him in that kiss. He still couldnt bring himself to confess anything yet, because the mood wasnt right. If he were to say it now, then it would only be bittersweet. Love was a tricky thing to figure out. Blaine cared for Kurt, that he knew that without question. Yet he couldnt push what he felt to be as deep as love just because it might make their time apart easier to bear.

So when the kiss was over, Blaine simply helped Kurt stand back up and he smiled at him affectionately. The tension drained from Kurts body and he ran a hand down Blaines shoulder to stroke the small of his back. It was a little gesture, but one that was very intimate. Blaine kissed him, opening his mouth and allowed himself to give in to the rising sexual tension between them. It would be so easy to throw caution to the wind and let his desire get the best of him.

“Oh, I wish I could stay and share what I can with you, Blaine,” Kurt moaned.

“So do I,” Blaine said between their fevered kisses.

“I should go, before its too late,” Kurt said with a sharp gasp.

It was obvious that, like himself, Kurt was seconds away from reaching his breaking point. That meant that it was time to step back and cool off. “Right, right, sorry,” Blaine muttered as he released Kurt and let him put a safe distance between them.

“You dont need to apologize,” Kurt said.

“Force of habit,” Blaine muttered sheepishly.

“Ill be back to see you as soon as I can.”

Blaine was barely able to keep himself from tearing up. “And I shall be here, waiting for that day,” he replied.

Amazingly, Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, albeit playfully. He leaned forward to give Blaine a quick peck on the cheek. “Youll do nothing of the sort. You have a contest to win,” he tutted.

Being able to laugh felt therapeutic and Blaine had Kurt to thank for that. So he let him go, even when there was still so much unsaid between them.

Blaine fell back onto his bed with a thud. Never in a million years would he had thought something like this would happen when hed accepted Hunters offer back at Dalton. If hed known then, would he have agreed so easily? “Oh who am I kidding? I still would have,” Blaine said to himself. No matter the struggles meeting Kurt had brought him, he couldnt walk away from him. He was already too far gone. “I wonder if you realize whenever you leave me, youre taking my heart along with you,” Blaine breathed.
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It hardly seemed possible, but yet again, the facts spoke otherwise. This had to be the most outlandish idea Blaines mind had come up with so far. It was so unbelievable that, for the past few weeks, he kept on rejecting it for the sake of his own sanity. Regardless, it wouldnt go away and Blaine finally decided he had to give it real thought.

He looked at his cello, studying it carefully, as if hed missed some important clue. “This is insane!” he exclaimed. Was it really, though? How else would he explained what kept on happening? At first, Blaine simply thought whenever he played his cello that he was imagining Kurts angelic voice calling his name. Now, after it had occurred for the twelfth time, it was becoming more difficult to believe. “Kurt?” Blaine called to the instrument.

Nothing. No words. No movements. Nothing that would suggest the cello before him was anything but an entirely normal, non-living object. “What am I even thinking?” he groaned embarrassingly.

If Hunter were around to listen to his harebrained idea, god only knew what he would have to say about it. Blaine shuddered at the very thought and he slumped down in his armchair. He would never say anything to Hunter, of course, no matter what he believed. He just couldnt shake the biggest clue yet, which had taken place two days ago when Hunter had left for another night off and Kurt, of course, had made his typical appearance soon afterwards.

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“Im making great headway with my music, Kurt! Its becoming very encouraging even,” Blaine boasted to Kurt.

“Im not the least bit surprised to hear that,” Kurt cooed.

To play it safe, they had chose to head outside and take another lovely late night stroll. It was going splendid so far, with Blaine clamped tightly onto Kurts arm as they walked side by side. Unlike the last time theyd met, Blaine was more capable of ignoring about the still unanswered questions between them to focus on just enjoying Kurts company. Kurt, in turn, was acting as if he were very grateful for that, not to mention overly affectionate.

“I was thinking... Perhaps when we finish our walk... We could go to my private study next? I would love for you to hear me play, plus your feedback and getting to see your face while I perform is something I'd really like,” Blaine admitted.

For some reason, Kurts posture stiffened. Blaine had seen this before many times; Kurt was drawing into himself. This normally happened whenever Kurt was hiding something from him, though what it could be this time, he had no clue.

Then, in an instant Kurts usual playful demeanour returned, as did his alluring smile. Relaxed once more, he placed his hands on Blaines shoulders. “I thought you gave Hunter your word that you wouldnt play at night while hes away?” Kurt pointed out.

Blaine was fine to play along with whatever Kurt was getting at, but that didnt mean he was about to give in so easily. If Kurt had a reason for why he didnt want Blaine to play his cello for him, he would have to honestly tell him what that was. “Come on, Kurt; whats the harm? What Hunter doesnt know wont hurt him,” Blaine gently coaxed.

Kurt smiled at Blaine before he said, “You might wake up the servants, Blaine.”

“Theyve never discovered our meetings so far,” Blaine countered.

“Can we really afford to take the chance that they will this time?”

Blaine frowned at Kurt; what did that even mean? Was Hunter aware of his presence at the mansion, or was Kurt his prisoner like Blaine feared he was? “If thats true, why risk seeing me at all?”

Kurt brought his hands up to cup the sides of Blaines face. His affectionate gaze assured Blaine that he wasnt hurt or angered by the remark. “Because you are worth the risk, Blaine. I know Im not making much sense and I dont want to sound so serious. If we were to look past the possible dangers, it is rather late. You spent all day practising your music, and though you hide it well, I can tell youre tired. I think it would be better to save seeing you play for another day. When youre more up to it,” Kurt suggested.

Perhaps it would be better for them to wait, because that way Blaine could play for Kurt when he could really show off his abilities. He still wasnt sure why Kurt was so bent on changing his mind, and, despite his calm state, Blaine swore there was more to it than Kurt was letting on. Blaine kissed Kurt, who instantly responded to the kiss and melted against his body. “I know what youre doing,” Blaine whispered softly in his ear.

Kurt was busy skillfully kissing Blaines neck in that spot he loved when he finally stopped long enough to respond. “Whats that?” he murmured before going back to work.

“Youre distracting me.”

“Am I? Funny, I dont hear you asking me to stop,” Kurt pointed out.

Blaine scoffed, “As if I would.”

Kurt pulled his head back so he could look him in the eye. Apparently he wasnt ready to let the matter drop just yet. “All flirtation aside, I hope youre not disappointed with me, Blaine. The last thing I want is for you to think I dont want to hear you play, because of course I do, but I want to make it the most magical memory I can.”

Blaine had to admit waiting for a better time was quite sensible for Kurt to suggest, not to mention romantic. “Good, because you are the person I want to share my music with most of all, Kurt. The cello Hunter created, it was the reason for me coming here. Wait until you see it, Kurt! Its truly beautiful and the sound it creates... Its perfection. Or it will be, when I finally hone my talent enough to master it!” Blaine gushed. Just talking about it to Kurt made him wish they were in his study and he could show him instead of telling.

“You are so adorable, Blaine,” Kurt cooed.

There was no helping it, Blaine was unable to resist the lovely sound of Kurts voice, or his captivating grin, or his inviting lips. Overcome, he rushed toward Kurt and captured the young mans mouth with his own, losing himself to the sensation.

They kissed for a while, though Kurt made sure things didnt get out of hand. “Blaine, youre exhausted. You need to save your strength for the daytime,” he warned.

Blaine smirked in response. “Can I at least save a bit of my energy for you?” he teased.

Kurt laughed, “Oh by all means, please do!”

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As enjoyable as the rest of that night was, nothing else pertained to Blaines current conundrum and so he let the memory fade. What stood out the most about that little exchange was how Kurt had tightly hugged his body, as if he were shielding it from something while he had talked about his cello. At first glance, Blaine thought that Kurt was just listening to him and found Blaines passion for the instrument delightful. As he thought back on it now, Kurts actions seemed to prove otherwise. He certainly couldnt be jealous over an inanimate object, however connected Blaine felt to his cello. Unless...

Suddenly Blaine wasnt so sure he should be contemplating whether his cello was Kurt while he was in the same room as it. He eyed it, wondering if Kurt and the instrument were indeed one in the same. Or, if that were the case, was Kurt self aware while he was a cello?

“How would it even be possible, though? Humans just dont turn into objects,” Blaine muttered stubbornly.

The answer came at him without warning, when something Kurt had said earlier, a word Blaine hadnt really noticed, popped back into Blaines mind: magical. Magic would make such an unbelievable transformation possible, if it werent for the strict rules against such practices. Changing a human into something else was, of course, taboo and the penalties for breaking such rules were harsh indeed. Had Hunter hired some rogue mage who dabbled in forbidden spells to do it? Was that why his finest creation sounded like no other instrument? Or, most important of all, was that why Blaine had felt that startling spark when hed first touched the cello?

“Oh my god, it all makes sense!” Blaine stammered. Or, at least, far more sense than any other theory he had considered.

Blaine hurried out of his study, not to run away from Kurt (if he was a human soul trapped in the shape of a cello by day), but to clear his head. No matter how well the details fit into place, the idea was so outlandish that Blaine refused to believe it. At least, not yet. Not until he had more solid proof rather than just supportive theories. He refused to think that Hunter was capable of something so sinister, either. No one should change the balance of nature just to reach worldwide acclaim. If he actually had done just that, then what was wrong with him -- and the world?

Blaine stopped his frantic racing through the hallways before his strange actions could be noticed by someone. “What am I even looking for? A secret lair hidden somewhere in this place?” Blaine grumbled under his breath. If this mage, whoever they were, had such a place, Blaine doubted it would be so easily found.

“What in the world am I going to do about this?!” Blaine cried out.

No answers came, only silence. Defeated, Blaine realized all he could do at this point was keep moving forward.
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Determining if there was more going on than meets the eye at Hunters mansion was put on hold when Hunter announced to Blaine after dinner that he had a surprise for his young cellist. Blaine did his best to hide his looming fear that maybe Hunter was more perceptive to the goings-on at his house under a convincing smile. Acting otherwise was beyond foolish, and so Blaine obediently followed Hunter down the halls to see what this surprise could be.

He was taken to a wing of the mansion that Blaine hadnt been to be before, not because it was forbidden or anything, but because it was just easy to pass by without notice. Kurt had never taken him there, either, and that made Blaine a little concerned. Please dont let it be the dungeons, Blaine pleaded, albeit halfheartedly. Dungeons hardly seemed to be Hunters style; he was too refined for that.

“Ive never been to this part of the mansion,” Blaine admitted.

Hunter chuckled at him lightly in response; never giving any clue as to the true thoughts behind his charming grin. “I am not surprised. I chose its location very carefully, so I wouldnt be disturbed,” he explained.

“Is this where your workroom is?” Blaine questioned.

Hunter paused to look Blaine in the eye, and his pseudo grin morphed into something more sincere. “Very good, Blaine. Im impressed,” he praised.

Blaine hardly believed that, but he was fine to act like he was humbled by Hunters attempts at flattery. It wasnt that difficult of a call to make, either, because Hunters workshop was the one place he had yet to find. That wasn't to say that he had been looking for it, not really, and if he had asked Hunter where it was located, he figured he would have told him without issue. “Why bring me here now?”

“Because you have yet to see it. Im surprised you never asked about it, actually,” Hunter replied nonchalantly.

“I didnt want to impose...” Blaine began.

Hunter shook his head. “You really need to assert yourself more, Blaine. I worry about you, about what youll miss out on because youre too...” He paused as he apparently searched for the proper word to finish his point. “... Submissive.”

Blaine narrowed his eyes at Hunter. “There are plenty of things I would never submit to, Hunter,” he threw back.

Yet again, his defiance to give into Hunters taunts only delighted him, and he slapped Blaines back lightly in approval. “Good! Remember to use that passion when youre on stage, Blaine,” he said.

The words Blaine had once found so charming now chilled him to the bone and it was hard not to shiver in response. If it werent for Kurt, Blaine doubted he could keep the charade going. That was, if Hunter had indeed transformed Kurt into his cello and, as much as Blaine hated to consider the likelihood, everything pointed to that terrifying truth.

For the time being, Blaine would act as normally as he possibly could, and the na�ve Blaine Anderson would smile shyly back at Hunter. His performance was flawless. None the wiser, Hunter urged them forward until they reached a massive wooden door. Blaine stood in front of it apprehensively, wondering what lay within.

Hunter stepped forward and turned to face him. He seemed to be in a particularly good mood and Blaine wasnt sure if that was a bad or good thing.

“So, my young cellist extraordinaire, are you ready to see where the magic happens?” Hunter asked.

Blaine gulped. No. That was his whole problem, but whatever the danger, Blaine still wanted to see what was on the other side of that door. Also, he doubted Hunter would invite him to enter if he had anything to hide. “I was born ready, Hunter,” Blaine declared.

Amused, Hunter nodded in approval. Now that the young musician was deemed worthy of seeing his illustrious workshop, Hunter unlocked the double doors and pushed them open.

Blaines eyes widened. He was awestruck, barely managing to step inside the massive space without falling over. Nothing before Blaine eyes looked like a diabolical lair of a mage gone wrong, but it was all still very impressive. There were two large wooden tables situated at the back of the room, and to the left of them were shelving units holding various tools and materials. As Blaine walked over, he quickly realized this was Hunters working station. The table closest to the wall even had an instrument that was still in the carving stage. Blaine brought his face up to the object, eyeing the fine craftsmanship. “Is this a lute?” he asked Hunter.

Hunter nodded at Blaine. “Why yes it is, Blaine! Good eye,” he confirmed.

Blaine beamed back at him, until he realized what he was doing. Blast Hunter and his limitless charm. For a moment Blaine had forgotten that Hunter had most likely changed Kurt into a cello for his own personal gain. The whole reason he was acting like everything was fine and dandy was because he couldnt allow Hunter to learn that Blaine was onto him, whatever he had done exactly -- if he had done anything at all. This was a chance for Blaine to search for possible clues, though he doubted Hunter would be foolish enough to leave any to find. Nevertheless, he was smart enough to know that going along with Hunters wishes was in his best interest – and Kurts. His mind made up, Blaine quickly put his plan into motion. “Ah well, there are only so many things it could be. I just got lucky this time,” Blaine dismissed bashfully.

Hunter winked at him and allowed the young man to look around the workshop on his own. Blaine ignored the attention, though he glance back at Hunter now and then, just to remain in character. It was easy to act amazed from the sight around him anyway. Blaine knew little to nothing about crafting instruments, but even he could tell that everything around him was a luthiers dream come true. Hung from the ceiling were more instruments in various stages of completion than Blaine could begin to count. To a less observant eye, the cluttered look of the room felt jumbled, but Blaine could tell there was order to the chaos. “Its magnificent, Hunter. Thank you for showing me all this,” Blaine breathed.

Hunter grinned at Blaine; he certainly appeared to be pleased with himself. “Its my pleasure, Blaine.”

“I can really tell this is your lifes blood,” Blaine muttered.

Hunter laughed, “What does that even mean?”

Blaine rolled his eyes at Hunter. “This is what you want to do with your life, and here you are, doing it. Its quite remarkable and Im almost... Jealous, to be perfectly honest,” he explained.

“The same could be said for you, Blaine. Im sure many aspiring young musicians wish they could be in your shoes. Speaking of which, dont think I havent noticed how much you are excelling in your work. You must tell me what caused you to improve like this,” Hunter said.

Blaine raised an eyebrow at him curiously, making sure that he appeared to be intrigued by the question rather than concerned. Hunter was good, very good. Why hadnt Blaine seen that before? The answer was simple, it was because he was that good. “Theres no real answer, Hunter, no secret for me to reveal. I almost wish there was, because then I wouldnt be so boring,” Blaine admitted with a sigh.

Hunters playful grin never wavered. “Oh? I thought perhaps you were in love or something.”

Thank god that, no matter what Blaine knew (or didn't), his reaction to Hunters comment would be the same. “Why in the world would you think that?” he blurted out in embarrassment.

“There is nothing better than love to fuel your inner passion.”

“Well, I am sorry to admit that there is no one in my life like that.”

“That is a shame to hear. I thought perhaps you had left a beautiful young lady behind when you came to stay here with me. A childhood sweetheart perhaps? Either that or, like many noble families, your parents had you betrothed at a young age.”

Blaine shook his head mournfully. “Unfortunately...” he began, when on the inside he was thinking Thankfully... “... Nothing like that ever happened. My only love is and always has been, at least so far in my young life, music. Even my parents quickly understood that there is no room for romance in my life, and there wont be until I make a name of myself and can actually step back a little and have enough time for another person in my life. I wouldnt want to neglect someone I cared about, so no, there is no one special in my life right now,” Blaine explained. It hurt that he had to lie, even when it was done to protect Kurt. No matter what happened to them both, the days of lying about his love life had only just begun as well. So be it then. Kurt was worth it, and he didnt care how much he had to hide from others if he got to share his life with such a wonderful person. That was, if he ever could. There were still too many unknowns to even consider a future with Kurt yet. “You must know what thats like. To have your work overtake your life,” Blaine pointed out.

Hunter placed a supportive hand on Blaines shoulder and gave it squeeze. “That I do, but you are still young, Blaine, so there is hope for you yet. Winning a worldwide competition for music will also boost your love life in ways you couldnt imagine and open you to pleasures youre innocently na�ve mind couldnt comprehend.”

It was very hard for Blaine not to give his real reaction to Hunters enticing words, how he already knew exactly the types of wonders' he meant, and Blaine also knew he didnt want any of the sort. “If you say so,” he replied cheekily.

“This is your lucky day, my young Blaine, because youre about to get a taste of what that could be like. All thanks to me, of course,” Hunter said.

He couldnt mean what Blaine swore he was implying with his tone, right? This was just Hunter and his usual tendency to make everything he said sound like a come on. It was never going to happen, because Hunter would have seduced Blaine by now if that were the case, but it was still noticeable. Blaine bet that when Hunter used his charisma with attractive women, he got the exact reactions he wanted and then some.

“Can you please tell me what you mean before my confusion grows?” Blaine pleaded.

“The country is buzzing about you, Blaine! Everyone wants to meet the lucky young musician I chose for the competition. I have politely declined any invitation we have received, but I think its time for you to have a real break from being the regular Blaine. Even I know the value of stepping away from my work before it overtakes me. Its healthy. I can only offer you so much companionship... I know how lonely you have been, Blaine. I see it on your handsome face even now, and it hurts me so. Its time for you to break loose, if only for a few days, and remind yourself of what the outside world has to offer,” Hunter explained.

On the one hand, Blaine wasnt sure if he could afford to turn down the offer, but if he did, that meant hed get to see Kurt. There was too much at stake, too many unknown dangers. Blaine didnt want to go with Hunter, because what if he didnt return? Such a thought was dramatic, more so because there was still the competition ahead, but the fear was still real. How to go about this, then? What could Blaine say? “Oh, I dont know...” Blaine began awkwardly. “Im hardly one for anything like that,” he added.

Hunters eyes narrowed. “I beg to differ. You were made for the stage, Blaine! Think of this party as just a smaller platform to perform on,” he countered.

“I am grateful that youre always looking out for me, Hunter, but Im afraid I must refuse. I still have a lot to do when it comes to my work. If I were to go with you, then I fear I would become too distracted. Now is not the time for me to find myself thrown into any romantic entanglements, let alone having to entertain and dazzle a large group of people. Once we win the competition I will be ready to climb that hurdle. But until it happens, I will keep pushing myself towards that desired goal here on my own,” Blaine said.

“Its not like Im saying you need to find yourself a wife at the party. I just think you need to relax... Get some much needed release,” Hunter said.

There was no chance to misinterpret what Hunter was getting at, so Blaine chose not to dismiss it. “I am not a casual sort of man when it comes to sex, Hunter. I want intimacy. I want romance. When I am finally with someone, I want it to mean something,” Blaine explained.

To his relief, Hunter didnt push him on the matter. He smiled at Blaine and his kind expression looked very convincing. “Ah, Blaine, you are such a timeless romantic. Far be it from me to force you to do something youre uncomfortable with. There is nothing wrong with wanting to save yourself for love. I personally find the idea very arbitrary, but thats me, not you. You dont have to have dalliances at the party if you dont want to. You can socialize and simply enjoy the company of people, without bringing a girl to your bed at night,” Hunter pointed out.

“I know,” Blaine said appreciatively. “I also know you would look out for me at the party, but my answer is still a polite and regrettable no. I dont say this easily, because I dislike going against your wishes... Not when youve given me so much already. But I know better than anyone what is best for me.”

Hunter let out a tired sigh and finally said, “Fine, have it your way. Stay here and miss out on a fun weekend getaway. I will let you remain here, but only on the promise that you will use the time while Im away to rest.”

Blaine grinned at Hunter. He held out his hand in offering and he knew exactly what to say. “You have my word. I also promise I will go with you next time. Under your tutelage, I am sure I will get the hang of things,” he replied playfully.

It was a good call, because Hunter seemed content enough to let the matter go. After giving Blaine a tour of his workshop, he sent the young cellist on his way. Blaine felt proud of himself for how hed handled the challenging situation. Yet, Hunters fake charm had chipped away at Blaines integrity in consequence, leaving him feeling soiled in some way. Blaine sought out his little sanctuary, going straight for his cello as soon as he entered his private study and an instant smile formed on his face. Already Blaine felt his dampened spirits start to renew. If Kurt was indeed his cello transformed, the one thing he couldnt afford to do was let it impact his work, because having an instrument that was a living person, could really screw Blaine up -- even if that person was Kurt.

Needing an outlet for his confusing emotions, Blaine took a seat and brought the cello to rest between his legs. Blaine blushed at the idea of Kurt sitting in the same spot - no, he couldnt think about things like that. Soon Blaine was playing Felix Mendelssohns ‘Cello Sonata No. 1 in B-flat major' and he threw himself into the performance. Raw emotion flared: regret and anger, longing, love, and, above all, passion. Even without the accompanying piano music, the sound Blaine created was so bold and compelling, few could surpass Blaines talent – if any could at all. Around the middle of the song, Blaine swore the warm presence he usually felt as he played was very familiar. Sweat beaded on hiss brow and rolled down his face. He paid no mind to his tiring body and, when the piano solo came, Blaine improvised to fill the gap.

Blaine.

The soft voice that whispered Blaines name could just be him getting swept up in emotion, but what if it wasnt? What if, all along, the growing connection Blaine felt for his cello and Kurt were one in the same? Because they were the same being? When the much longer piano solo came, Blaine simply moved the piece along to when the cello started up again. He closed his eyes as he moved his bow along the strings, making sure not to put too much force on them as he did. Blaine needed to let his emotions out, but without causing any damage to his cello in the process. Overcome with emotion, he had started to cry. No. He couldnt succumb to grief. If Kurt were there to see him he would never allow it. Suddenly and without warning, Blaine changed tunes, playing Brahms ‘Cello Sonata No. 1 in E minor' instead, and the piece allowed Blaine to further reach down to his core and give into the music. Blaine fell under a trance, edged on by countless emotions, both good and bad.

What rose to the surface were his feelings for Kurt, who was the light at the end of the tunnel, his muse. Hunter might have trapped Kurt, but he would never own him. Kurt would never surrender, and neither would Blaine. Whatever would happen, Blaine would find a way to make everything right, but not before he told Kurt how he felt and then admitted what he knew. Even if he was wrong, and he hoped with all his heart he was, Kurt wouldnt shy away this time.

Blaine played until he couldnt hold his arms up any longer and in one final movement, he prolonged the last note with skilled percussion. Worn out and left feeling raw, Blaine barely managed to place the cello back on its stand before he slipped to the floor. He let out a shuddering sigh. He still had no answers. Everything was such a mess. How had his life come to this?, he wondered to himself. Blaine absentmindedly reached out to trace a finger down the side of his cello.

Blaine.

There it was again. He swore that Kurt was calling to him. Blaine pulled himself up with a painful groan. He brought his forehead to gently rest against the side of the cello. “Kurt, I know its you in there. I dont know if you can hear me... But I know. You dont need to hide it from me anymore,” he whispered. Somehow Blaine knew that his cello was Kurt, even without any proof. In that moment, he just knew. “I will save you, Kurt. I dont know how, but I will save you,” he whispered softly, and he meant it, with all his heart.