Kevin waved from his table as soon as they stepped through the door and Blaine's stomach plummeted. The man was absolutely gorgeous, somehow managing to have the stunning features of a porn star and the masculinity of an intimidating FBI agent at the same time. His eyes were soft, clashing with his manly cheek bones and seeming all the hotter because of it. He was of average build with lithe muscles that Blaine could see through his thin grey shirt.

It wasn't until the got closer that he could see how tan he was, blending in with the red tinted lighting of the room. His dark brown hair was close cut, buzzed close to his skull and his eyes were hazel like his own.

Upon reaching the table, Kurt and Kevin embraced fondly with a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. And Blaine squirmed uncomfortable, trying not to let his jealousy show.

From a physical point of view, they looked like the perfect couple.

"I see you managed to clean up in a respectable amount of time. I honestly wasn't expecting you for another hour or so." Kevin quipped as they sat down. Kurt flipped him the bird in reply. Without asking, Blaine took his rightful seat at Kurt's feet, his backside pressed up against Kurt's right leg.

"So this is him?" Kevin turned his attention to the sub and Blaine ducked his head, not used to the attention. None of his other Dom's friends paid any attention to him before.

"Mmhmm." Kurt hummed, leaning down nip the shell of Blaine's ear, unable to resist. Blaine gasped, his cock twitching in his pants.

Kevin laughed at the exchange and it was then that Blaine noticed another sub kneeling at his feet. He was only a boy, looking to be around eighteen. His shaggy mop of dark red, curly hair, hung messily in his face. It looked a lot like his when he didn't wear any gel in it.

His face was an almost alarmingly pale color with a splatter of red freckles across his nose and cheeks. And his eyes were a dark brown color that looked older his age.

"Blaine, this is Kevin. Don't let his attractive face fool you, he's an asshole. And that skinny boy, who looks like he's going to drop dead at any second from malnourishment, is Andrew, his sub." Andrew smiled shyly at Kurt, obviously having known him long enough not to be uncomfortable with what he said, and then buried his face into Kevin's leg. Kurt ignored his behavior, used to it by now.

"You're exaggerating. I feed him." Kevin said defensively, shaking his head, "Occasionally."

And though Andrew was skinny, he didn't appear to be unhealthy. Just skittish.

"Where's Savannah?" Kurt asked, redirecting Blaine's attention back to the conversation.

"Hell if I know. She's the one who suggested meeting up and even you arrived before her." Kevin replied irritably.

A couple of drunks stumbled by their table, knocking into Andrew as the passed. The boy jumped, clinging to Kevin's leg fearfully while the two sneered down at him.

Andrew glared at them behind their backs before pulling Andrew onto his lap, showering him with gentle kisses, tying to get him to calm down. Kurt frowned sadly, placing his hand on the back of Blaine's neck, drawing him close.

It didn't take long for him to understand. Though he never considered himself one before, he could recognize the look of a sub that had been abused.

The waiter arrived, distracting them and asked for their order. He was dressed in a red devils costume to fit with the theme of the club.

"I'll have a Jack and Coke and he'll have a Martini." Kevin gestured towards the quivering sub in his arms. The panic attack had ended, and now he was shaking from the aftershock.

"And you sirs?"

Blaine looked up at Kurt questioningly.

"I'll have a margarita. And what about you, Blaine? What would you like?"

Blaine didn't respond at first, biting his lip in thought. He didn't want to make a fool of himself. Alcohol tended to make him act like a whore and as a general rule, most of his Dom's forbid him from drinking. Kurt didn't know that though.

"A coke, if that's ok." Blaine asked looking up at Kurt for permission.

"Nothing stronger?" Kurt asked, curiously. And Blaine shook his head, deciding to play it safe. There was flash in Kurt's expressive blue eyes that told him they would talk about it later.

"A coke it is, then." Kurt told the waiter, who left to go fill their order.

"So you must tell me," Kevin changed the subject, "How did you find this beauty?"

Blaine blushed, which made both Kurt and Kevin chuckle in response. As Kurt opened his mouth to tell the story, a loud boisterous woman plopped herself down at the empty seat of the table, making everyone look at her.

Her short platinum blonde locks shone in the hot artificial light, lighting her glittery cocktail dress up light a strobe light. She huffed and kicked off her silver pumps, slumping in a un-lady like manner in her chair.

"God, I'm so done with men." She growled, flinging her matching clutch purse onto the table.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Kevin said. Andrew didn't seem perturbed by the new arrival so Blaine concluded that she was fairly well known.

"Shut your face. I'm Manhattan for a week to visit the damn family, and instead my mother decides to set me up on a date because you know, I haven't settled down, married and shit out 3.7 demon spawns. I would have rather stayed in Long Island or given myself a Pap-smear. But I think, "My mother's going to bitch at me the entire time if I don't do it and she'll probably end up with a scalpel in her eye by the time I leave", so I decided to go to get her off my back. Big mistake."

"It was a date from Hell. So I don't need your mouth making my already shitty night any worse." The woman snarled, pointing a finger at Kevin.

"Geez Savannah, go take an antacid or something. It will help with all that bitter your carrying around with you." Kurt said with a bitchy look on his face. Blaine cracked a smile, hiding his face into Kurt's calf so no one would see.

"Fuck you." Savannah flipped him off but Kurt shook his head.

"Sorry, I'm allergic to vagina." Kurt said smirking. Kevin snorted, choking on his drink. Andrew crawled off his lap so he could lean forward to breathe and clung to his leg once more, giving Blaine a small smile.

"You'll get used to it." He mouthed, making Blaine smile back at him. He sure hoped so.

"I need some shots. Where's the waiter?" Savannah said, looking around. Her brown eyes scanned the establishment, looking for a man wearing horns and a tail.

They sat at a table painted red to match the floors and walls. Cages were strategically place around the room, available for use at any time. And right in the middle of the room was a stage with bar that was easily accessible to cuff someone to. A rack of floggers and whips for general use was right next to it. Those patrons into voyeur were encouraged to get up and entertain. Tonight the stage was empty and Kurt didn't feel like testing the waters with Blaine quite yet.

Beyond a doorway in the back covered with black beads was the inner sanctum of the club. Occasionally a scream could be heard from behind, making Blaine shiver.

"Already come and gone. Sorry, babe. You didn't get here soon enough." Kevin quipped.

"Fuck that. I'm going to go get something from the bar." Savannah said and disappeared.

"I thought you said she had someone new. That was the whole reason she invited us, right." Kurt asked Kevin in confusion.

"I thought she did. She's been talking about a new guy for months. Brandon? No, it was Brody, I think. Bratwurst? Anyway. How was I to know that she moved on already? I can never keep track of them." Kevin shrugged.

"I never try to keep track. After a while I just assign them a number. It's easier that way." Kurt said, shaking his head fondly.

"Maybe I'll start doing that. It'll save me the hassle." Kevin smiled. Savannah returned then, interrupting them.

"You know what's wrong with men?" she asked, slamming down five shots of amber liquid.

"Do tell?" Kevin said with a wry grin. She seemed to always forget that she was in the company of four men, gay or not.

"They're too soft." Savannah replied, "I knew this man my mother set me up with wasn't into the scene but I thought, "Hey, I can train him." The first time I mentioned whipping, he all but bolted from the room."

"You don't say. I'm sure that's a conversation that normally comes up on a first date." Kurt replied with an amused snort.

"It is if he wants to be my sub." Savannah said and threw back a shot, wincing at the burn.

"So you're done with men, huh? Does that mean you're moving onto women?" Kevin asked with a smirk.

Savannah scrunched up her nose, "Nah, I like dick too much."

"I know how you feel." Kurt grinned down at Blaine, who smiled in agreement.

"Well now, who's this?" Savannah asked, seeing Blaine for the first time. "And when were you going to introduce me?"

"When you stop talking about yourself and your problems." Kurt said and Kevin laughed.

"So, never then." He said, mockingly.

"You're an asshole." Savannah glared at him, piercing him with her brown eyes.

"I aim to please." Kevin pitched back and Blaine could see why these three were such good friends.

The waiter returned with their drinks. Kurt took a small sip from his and handed Blaine his coke. Blaine took the cold glass gratefully, condensation from the sides wetting his hands.

Movement from in front of him made him look over and he smiled at the heartwarming sight of Kevin and Andrew. Kevin had reached down and slowly lowered Andrew's martini to his sub's lip, helping him steady the glass as he drank. For the first time, Blaine noticed that Andrew's hands were warped and scared, making it hard to hold his glass without spilling.

"They're cute together, aren't they?" Kurt leaned down to say to Blaine.

Blaine nodded, unable to take his eyes away. Their love for each other was blatantly obvious with every move they made and every look shared. Blaine felt foolish for ever thinking that Kurt would want to screw that up.

"Damn right we are." Kevin said overhearing them. He winked playfully and Andrew flushed an interesting shade of red.

"Kevin found Andrew at the restaurant he works at." Kurt started to explain, "He's a chef at The Bayou, that expensive Cajun restaurant downtown. Andrew used to belong to one of the waiters and would come in every so often. One night Kevin was taking the trash out and saw Andrew being beaten by his old Dom in the alley behind the restaurant. Impulsively, he stepped in and saved him without thinking about the consequences. He didn't intend to take him on as a sub at first but Andrew didn't trust anyone else and Kevin didn't want him to go out and attach himself to the first Dom he found. So he took him on. It wasn't until later he realized he'd fallen in love." Kurt explained. "It hasn't always been easy but Kevin is patient and kind. He and Andrew really are the perfect match."

"And I don't regret it." Kevin said, hugging Andrew from behind. Looking bashful, Andrew smiled softly, fingering the collar loosely buckled around his neck. It was made of thin brown leather with Andrew's name engraved on it.

The collar was a sign of Kevin's ownership over Andrew, a contract between Dom and Sub as a physical symbol of their relationship. Blaine wondered what Kurt's collar looked like. Something flashy maybe? Kevin's was simple and plain but still beautiful, reflecting the man that he was.

"I was always so jealous of them." Kurt admitted with a smile, "They would do anything for each other. I've always wanted to find someone like that."

Blaine's heart started beating faster. The longing he could see in Kurt's was like a jab to the heart. He wanted to make it go away. Any way he could.

"I want to be that someone for you." Blaine said, startling himself with his boldness. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.

"Awwww… I think I'm going to vomit." Savannah ruined the moment with her smart ass reply, making Blaine feel self-conscious about what he said.

Kurt didn't seem to notice she had even spoken, staring at Blaine with a searching gaze. Blaine felt trapped underneath his gaze, held in place by Kurt's control. The sounds of the club became quiet as time seemed to slow down around them. Blaine couldn't focus on anyone other than the gorgeous man that had stolen his heart.

Both were unaware that they had the undivided attention of the entire table. Kevin stared at the couple with a pleased grin on his face, genuinely happy for his friend. Savannah, irritated at being ignored by Kurt and now Blaine, had folded her arms and was silently pouting.

After a few seconds of staring, Kurt smiled and leaned forward to kiss Blaine. Tenderly and languidly they kissed, moving their lips together in a perfect rhythm. Kurt pulled Blaine back so he was flush against his knee and put his hands on his shoulders, slowly rubbing them. Moving down his chest, he pinched one of Blaine's nipples through the mesh shirt he was wearing, making him gasp in the kiss. Kurt slipped his tongue into Blaine's open mouth, alternating between pinching and rubbing Blaine's sensitive nipples.

By now, Blaine's cock was rock hard, the semi-erection he'd been sporting all night, aching with a now throbbing need.

"Come here." Kurt pulled him close and Blaine turned around so he was facing Kurt, kneeling in front of him. He could see the outline of Kurt's hard-on through his jeans and without thinking about it, leaned forward and mouthed along the inseam of Kurt's crotch. Kurt leaned a back in his chair, closing his eyes at the unexpected motion. For a few blissful seconds, both of them had forgotten where they were, too wrapped up into each other.

"Eager little shit, isn't he?" Kevin commented with a sly grin, making him realize that both Kevin and Savannah had stopped arguing and were watching them intently. Blaine glanced back to see that Kevin was now actively massaging Andrew through his pants, making the boy squirm in anticipation. Savannah's hand was up her skirt, rubbing herself as she watched them.

Blaine was too aroused to be embarrassed, whining in protest when Kurt pulled his head off his crotch and forced him to look up at him. Blaine gasped at the sight of Kurt licking his lips.

With his other hand, Kurt reached down and pinched a nipple. Blaine yelped, shaking from his intense arousal.

"I want you to blow me, Blaine." Kurt commanded, his voice coarse with excitement. Without hesitation, Blaine unbuttoned Kurt's jeans with shaking hands. He managed to get them open, tugging Kurt's insanely tight pants down the middle of his thigh, aided by Kurt who lifted his hips to get them out from under him.

Blaine took the head of Kurt's dick in his mouth, sucking hard on it. Sinking down to the base, he hollowed out his cheeks, making Kurt jerk up into Blaine's mouth. Gagging, Blaine tried to lift up but Kurt held him down with one hand on the back of his curly head. Gripping his hair tightly, Kurt roughly pulled him back up and shoved him back down, fucking Blaine's mouth.

Breathing through his nose, Blaine tried not to panic. Panicking would lead to asphyxiation and he liked being able to breathe. Kurt showed him no mercy, rolling his hips up into Blaine's mouth forcing him to take it.

"That's it… that's it…" Kurt mumbled. Blaine, feeling brave, moved his hand to the underside of Kurt's testicles and hesitantly took them in his grasp. He rolled them in his hand, milking the two sacks with a confident grip.

"Shit fuck." Kurt swore, a growl escaping his throat. It was such a change from their first time together, Blaine now the one who had a semblance of control.

Thinking Kurt was too out of it to notice; Blaine abandoned Kurt's testicles and moved further down to his quivering asshole. As he gently traced his fingers around the ring of muscle, he tried imagining what it would feel like around his cock, humming around Kurt's dick in his mouth. Kurt arched, making Blaine choke at the unexpected move. He waited until he could catch his breath back to continue. He pressed a thumb against Kurt's hole, feeling it clench and unclench at the slight pressure.

Kurt grabbed his wrist tightly, hard enough to bruise and pulled the hand away from his entrance, glaring down at Blaine. He sat up from his slouched position in the chair and pushed Blaine's face down as far as it would do on his dick. He held him there as punishment, not caring that it was even harder for Blaine to breathe.

Blaine could feel the head of Kurt's cock at the back of his throat and dutifully tried to continue sucking him. He knew he'd pushed too far and accepted this as the consequence. Only through his past experience was he able to do this without accidently biting Kurt.

"Oh, Blaine… fuck…." Kurt said and exploded into Blaine's mouth, semen shooting down his abused throat. Blaine tried to pull off but was shocked when Kurt continued to hold him there.

Without warning, Kurt reached down and unsnapped the jockstrap. Blaine's erection sprung free but before Blaine could react, Kurt plunged his hand into Blaine's pants, fisting him. Blaine moaned, rocking up and down in Kurt's grasp, mouthing at his softening dick.

Kurt's dry strokes were almost violent in nature, gripping Blaine so tightly that he was sure he was going rub him raw. Blaine couldn't handle it anymore and, heedless of the consequences, came all over Kurt's shoes with a near silent cry.

Blaine gasped as Kurt continued to stroke him through his orgasm, not seeming to care that Blaine had most likely ruined his shoes. And they looked pretty expensive.

Only after he came was he allowed off Kurt's dick. He looked up and saw the angry glint in Kurt's eyes and gulped, knowing that he was in trouble.

"I'm sorry, sir." Blaine apologized. Kurt squeezed Blaine's sensitive cock hard, making him wince. He knew it was going to be painful when he tried urinating later.

"Later." Was all Kurt said and Blaine shuddered at the implication. He was going to be punished and Blaine couldn't tell if he was excited or anxious about it.

"You can't punish him too hard. After all, you were the one who beat him off." Kevin said. Andrew was still at his feet, erection tenting his pants and shaking because of it. Kevin had brought him close and then left him there. Savannah had presumably finished her business and was wiping her right hand with a napkin.

"I would. Those are a damn expensive pair of shoes." She said, angry on the shoe's behalf.

Blaine looked to the ground, knowing it was more than just ruined shoes. He knew the rules and still he broke them. Kurt reached down and snapped his jockstrap back up and pushed him away. Blaine sat back down at his feet, hoping he hadn't screwed this all up.

No one had batted an eye about what had just happened and if anyone thought it was weird, no one said anything about it.

Kevin chuckled at Blaine's put out expression, slapping the side of his chair.

"Damn, Kurt. This one sure is amusing. I'd say he's a keeper." He said in between breaths. Kurt sighed and nodded, despite how livid he was. Pushing aside his anger, he reminded himself that he was going to deal with it tonight. Right now, he was going to try and enjoy the rest of the evening.

"Speaking of, you never told us how you found him." Savannah said, looking interested. "We got sidetracked by Kevin and Andrew's disgusting cuteness."

"Technically, he found me." Kurt said, expecting both of their reactions.

"Do tell." Kevin said, amused. He and Savannah shared a knowing look.

"He approached me thinking I was a sub." Kurt said and Blaine blushed, ducking his head away from everyone's eyes.

Savannah burst out into laughter, smacking her knee dramatically while Kevin chuckled and shook his head. Even Andrew cracked a small smile.

"How many is that so far? Like every guy you meet?" Savannah asked and it took Blaine a moment to realize they weren't making fun of him but of Kurt.

"Shut the hell up. I can't help it that I look so dainty." Kurt said rolling his eyes. "And you fell for it too when we first met." He said, looking at Savannah.

"My point exactly. How was I supposed to know that I was facing a double rejection? Not only were you gay but also the wrong orientation." She said.

"We met at a club similar to this one, in almost the exact same way we did. Except she really was a Dom and a girl, so I didn't take her home." Kurt filled him in, seeing Blaine slight confusion.

"Like I'd let you. In my scenario, it was the other way around." Savannah huffed.

"How did you and Kevin meet?" Blaine asked hesitantly, looking up at his Dom. Kurt didn't seem angry anymore but Blaine had a feeling that he was bottling it all up, saving it for later. Blaine didn't know which one was worse.

Kevin looked surprised at his question and at the fact that it was the first time Blaine had spoke without someone prompting him. He was quick to get over it, giving Kurt a mischievous grin.

"Oh, we've known each other for a long time." Kurt, catching on, glared at him in warning. But Kevin ignored it. "Way back when he was still a Sub."

Blaine coughed on his drink that he'd reached down to sip at, suddenly remembering its presence. Kurt had paid for it and he felt guilty that he hadn't taken one drink from it.

"You were a Sub?" Blaine asked surprised. He never would have guessed. Kurt was so… so dominant. After getting to know him, it was hard to believe that Kurt had let anyone take control over him.

"Not a very good one." Kurt grudgingly gave in, knowing Kevin wasn't going to drop it.

"He was always challenging his master, arguing at the most simplest of orders. I should know, I'm the one who figured it out that Kurt wasn't just acting out to get attention."

"You were his Sub?" Blaine's eyes widened at Kevin's admission.

"Briefly." Kurt looked uncomfortable at the reminder of those times, glaring at Kevin with deadly intensity

Kevin wasn't fazed, going on like it wasn't bothering Kurt. Blaine bit his lip, wishing he'd never asked in the first place. The last thing he wanted to do was make Kurt angrier then he already was.

"It was all thanks to Charlie. He was the one who introduced us. He told me about his unruly sub and I agreed to take Kurt on and give him so more training. No one was more surprised than when I realized what was going on. It's not often you find a sub ignorant of the fact that he has Dominant urges. But Kurt was new to this lifestyle so we forgave him."

"After we released him. I became his mentor, teaching him all about how to be a Dom. We've been friends ever since." Kevin finished, looking proud of himself.

"Something I still regret to this day." Kurt snipped, downing the rest of his margarita he'd set on the table.

"Ouch." Kevin placed a hand over his heart. "That stung, Kurt."

"I think it was supposed to." Savannah said, "You basically grabbed him by the balls and emasculated him in front of his Sub. I'm surprised he hasn't tried to stab you yet."

"I refrained for Andrew's sake." Kurt said, "Wouldn't want to incapacitate his Dom right in front of him."

The fact that Andrew would have freaked out for different reasons, remained unsaid.

Savannah's cell phone rang and she cursed, taking it out of her clutch purse.

"Damn, it's the hospital. We might have to cut this short boys." She warned and answered her phone. While she was busy talking to whoever had called, Kurt turned to Blaine.

"She's a doctor." He explained, shrugging.

"Ok, call me if anything changes. I'm on my way." She said, sounding more professional to whoever was on the phone. She snapped her phone shut, ending the call abruptly. As if an invisible switch was flipped, she returned to the crass bitch that Blaine had seen before.

"Fucking hell. Mr. Douglas decided he would rather piss through a bag than into the toilet and I have to go fill out the order. I'd wait till tomorrow but the nurses would probably murder me in my sleep."

"What a beautiful image." Kevin said shaking his head. "We should probably head in anyway. I have the early shift tomorrow and Andrew needs to be well rested for his test."

"Test?" Blaine asked, still looking at Kurt.

"Kevin's paying for him to go to college at NYU. He's majoring in literature, I believe."

Andrew nodded in confirmation, standing when his Dom stood.

"Well, it's been fun. We should do this again." Kevin grinned, "Maybe next time, you'll actually have a man for us to meet." He said to Savannah.

"I hate you so much." Savannah replied, with a death glare. "You're starting to sound like my mother."

Kevin shot her a smile before turning to Kurt.

"What about you?" he asked. Blaine glanced up at Kurt, fearful.

"We're going too." The way he said it, made Blaine shiver. So full of repressed anger. Anger that he was going to take out on Blaine's ass.

Kevin's eyes narrowed at Kurt's tone.

"Savannah, stay with Andrew and Blaine for a moment. I need to talk to Kurt privately." Blaine couldn't detect any of the teasing cadence that he'd spoken with the entire evening. He sounded like a true Dom, full of power and control.

"Don't let me keep you." Kurt actively defied him, standing to face him despite being smaller in height, weight and girth. Both Blaine and Andrew looked worried, watching as their Dom's faced off in a contest of will.

Blaine knew it was how they coexisted without killing each other. You put too many alpha males into one room and it wouldn't be long before they were all fighting amongst each other. To balance this, Dom's had a ranking with each other. Whoever was more dominant, won, much like a wolf pack. Experience mattered and Kurt was at an obvious disadvantage but still he continued to fight for title of top dog. Savannah was obviously on the lowest totem pole, Kurt right above her.

"Kurt." Kevin all but growled, eyes narrowing. "I need to speak with you."

Kurt folded and nodded tightly, not looking happy about it.

"I'll be back. Stay here." He told Blaine, eyes as cold as icicles.

Kevin walked them over to the other side of the room, standing near the bar.

Kurt expected him to yell but was surprised.

"Do you plan on collaring him?" Kevin asked calmly.

"Yes."

"I assume he did more than ruin your shoes." It wasn't a question.

"He tried to stick a finger in me. He hasn't earned the right yet." Kurt explained and Kevin nodded in understanding.

"Just remember that there's a fine line between punishment and abuse. I see how angry you are. I just don't want you to make a mistake you'll regret."

"You really think me capable of doing what that bastard did to Andrew?" Kurt was insulted, and his tone showed it. Ever since Andrew had come into Kevin's life, he'd taken abuse more seriously. He never wanted to see the kind of pain in someone ever again.

"Not on purpose. He knows the safe words, right?" And if Kurt looked insulted before, now he looked downright betrayed.

"Of course. You beat that into me pretty harshly." He knew he that it wasn't quite as harsh as he made it out to believe but Kevin had always had a secret vendetta against partner abuse. Meeting Andrew had hardened him even more.

Kevin looked annoyed at this. "I see how he looks at you, Kurt. He'd do anything for you and I'm worried you'll push him too far and he'll let you even if it hurts him."

"I've already been over this with him. He tried to hold back when I asked him what his limits were and I dealt with it then." Kurt said, making Kevin nod.

"Good. But make sure you calm down before you punish him. His punishment should never take place when you're too angry to think straight." Kevin said.

"You must think I'm some kind of idiot and a bastard. Of course I planned on calming down before doing anything." Kurt snarled and walked away, stomping over to where the three they'd left behind were watching them with trepidation. Even Savannah, who was known for being a bitch, looked worried.

"We're going now." Kurt told Blaine, reaching the leash. He clipped it to the harness and pulled him out, expecting resistance against the chain from how fast he was walking. But Blaine followed closely, never leaving a big enough space for that to happen.

Noah wasn't there when he walked out and he was strangely glad, not wanting his old friend to see him like this. Another bouncer that he vaguely knew had taken the mohawked-man's place.

Blaine was silent the whole way home, fidgeting nervously in the front seat. He kept glancing at his Dom, quickly looking away in fear that he'd notice.

It didn't take long for Blaine to understand that they weren't going to his house. They were headed to Kurt's.

Neither of them spoke on the way up to Kurt's apartment and as Kurt unlocked his door and pushed him inside, Blaine started shaking. He trying to make himself stop, knowing that he deserved whatever Kurt had in store for him.

Kurt threw his keys into glass bowl on the side table and pulled him down the hallway leading to the bedroom that Kurt had changed in earlier. But instead of going through that door, Kurt pulled him into the one across from it. There were two others that Blaine assumed was a closet and a bathroom.

The room he led Blaine into looked like any other guest bedroom. The bed made of hard oak and had two pillars on the headboard. On each pillar there was metal rings attached to the tops. To anyone else, it looked like a fashionable decoration piece. But Blaine knew what they really were. Bondage rings, hidden in plain sight for anyone to see. He wondered what else this room hid.

"Strip." Kurt ordered tersely. It was the first thing he'd said to Blaine since leaving the club.

With fumbling fingers, Blaine slowly undressed, unsure of what to do with his clothes.

"Get on the bed. On your stomach." Blaine obeyed, just deciding to leave them on the floor.

Kurt walked out of the room without a word, returning five minutes later with the same black bag that he'd brought over to Blaine's house. From the way he carried it, Blaine knew it was heavy. Setting it down on the bed, Kurt reached in and grabbed two pairs of metal cuffs. Using the cuffs, he bound Blaine to the rings. The chain between the two cuffs were long enough so Blaine could lie down without pulling anything but tight enough that he couldn't move around.

The only disadvantage he had now was that he couldn't see what Kurt was doing. He heard him pull more items out of the bag and walked closer to the top of the bed. Without warning him, Kurt grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, his mouth opening on instinct.

Using this to his advantage, Kurt pushed a ball gag between his lips and fastened it behind his head in one motion. Before Kurt could make a noise, his world went black.

Kurt felt Blaine tense as he slipped the blindfold over his eyes, partially cutting him off from the world. The blindfold was of good quality, made of leather with fleece lined padding. The fleece blocked out all possible light but was also very comfortable against his face.

Kurt stared down at Blaine, who was whimpering around the gag in his mouth, waiting for the first blow to come.

It didn't. He jumped when the door slammed shut and he heard Kurt's footsteps stomp down the hallways towards the living room. He didn't return right away.

As much as he hated to admit it, Kevin was right. He didn't want to do anything he regretted. So he left Blaine in the play room, bound, blinded and gagged to go calm down. He plopped down on the couch, reaching for the remote to his television. Maybe he'd watch those re-runs of Top Model he'd recorded that he never got around to watching. That would calm him down.

Until then, Blaine would just have to wait.