The Sunday portion of the show was much more relaxed then the explosive energy of Saturdays event. It consisted primarily of a long outdoor brunch, allowing the designers to adorn their models in sundresses and light suits.  Blaine stayed with Kurt whenever he could, though Kitten always lurked close by, ready whenever the designer was pulled away. There was a live orchestra, and while Blaine didnt get the opportunity to dance with Kurt again, Dave surprised him by securing him for a few dances while Kurt was occupied. 

Blaine nervously allowed himself to be taken into the large mans hold, frantically glancing around for Kitten.  He spotted her leaning against a food table, watching him in amusement. Blaine relaxed fractionally.  His possessive guardian wouldnt allow him to be handled if she wasnt sure he was safe. Chandler appeared at her arm, whispering to her and tugging her away excitedly. Kitten glanced at Dave who gave her a slight nod.  Grinning happily, she let the makeup artist lead her away.

Blaine wanted to follow, but clearly Kitten intended for him to stay put.  And despite his imposing size, Daves grip on Blaine was gentle.  "Relax little one, Im not going to hurt you," David assured him. "Im not sure who would kill me first, your owner or that psycho watchdog of yours." 

Blaine settled further into the arms around him. While he wasnt totally comfortable with the contact, it was apparent that the people he trusted believed he was safe with Dave.

"When I was a kid I always wanted a slave," Dave told him casually as the swayed.  "Every time I had to clean my room or do chores, I envied the friends of mine who had one of their own that they could just order to do that stuff."  Blaine kept his eyes on the mans chest, not speaking. Honestly, he would have been grateful to be purchased as a house slave. If hed been less attractive, he might well have been used for that.  It was one of the more common reasons to buy a slave.  And it was typically a gentler life then the one hed known.  "Its just as well I never did, I guess," Dave continued. "It probably wouldnt have been a great idea to have someone as pretty as you running around the house during what I was going through. Well, it might have made things different for me, and Kurt, for that matter. But I was...angry back then. I dont think I would have been a very kind owner." 

Blaine shivered slightly. He keenly understood what the man was implying.  A teen in denial of his orientation might well use the house slave as an outlet for his true desires.  And then take it out on the slave for wanting those things in the first place.   Blaine had been used by any number of closeted men who specifically went to hotels to satisfy the needs that their wives and girlfriends couldnt.  They tended to be fairly aggressive, their actions fueled by guilt and desperation.

"Youre in a good place with Kurt, though. Hes never reacted with deliberate hostility in his life. Even when he had all the reasons in the world for it." Again, that guilt Blaine had sensed earlier surfaced.  "Hes one of the best people Ive ever known. And he deserves to be happy, whatever odd form that happiness may take." 

So, like everyone else in Kurts entourage, Dave knew Kurt from high school. Blaine had tugged a little away from his dancing partner while the man spoke, feeling the grip on him loosen to allow him to get some distance.  Knowing he had some choice in the contact further calmed him.  "If you dont mind my asking, Sir, how does Kurt know Chandler?" 

The larger man beamed, always happy to talk about his fiancè.  Blaine dared to watch his face, though the man didnt object to the eye contact.  Kurt met Chandler under different circumstances, Dave explained.  The two dated for a few months during college, long enough for Kurt to know that that they werent really compatible.  Not wanting to hurt Chandlers feelings, Kurt decided hed try his hand at a little matchmaking.  "He didnt even break up with him before introducing us,"  Dave told him, amused.  "Just invited me out with them one night while they were back home from school.  And honestly, I wouldnt have looked twice at the little nerd if Kurt hadnt basically shoved him into my arms.  Kurt always did have a good eye for unlikely matches."  Blaine couldnt help but agree, the couple seemed completely at odds. But if there was anything Kurt was good at, it was discovering odd pieces that, combined together, formed a cohesive and beautiful whole.

"So, Kurt looks like hes in a particularly good mood this morning," Dave murmured, changing the subject as he swayed Blaines smaller form in an easy circle. 

"Does he?"  Blaine answered politely.  "Well, the show was a great success for him. He said some of the contacts he made could take him to a whole new level." 

"Yes, Im sure thats it," Dave agreed, smiling in amusement.  A short while later Kitten and Chandler came bounding back from whatever mischief theyd gotten into. Chandler looked slightly guilty, in contrast to Kittens gleefully unrepentant smile.  Blaine shook his head fondly while David rolled his eyes, deciding not to ask.  He explained to Blaine that the pair were fire and lighter fluid when you got them together.  Fortunately, whatever trouble Chandler managed to get them into, Kitten was adept at getting them out of.  She grinned at the assessment, claiming it was from a lifetime of practice hiding her antics from her older brother, Sean.  Chandler didnt comment, but he went up on tip-toe smack a quick kiss on his fiancés lips.

Dave suggested trading partners, but Kitten vetoed the plan.  Instead, she secured a large pitcher of sangria, snagging Finn and Rachel when they walked past, and herded the group to a secluded gated patio that she accidentally locked behind them. Blaine curled up in a wide chair in the corner, shifting to get comfortable when Kitten sprawled herself across his lap, while Finn poured glasses for everyone. Feeling safe and protected, Blaine shyly accepted some of the fruity wine when Finn offered him a glass.  Blaine had never had alcohol before, having become property of the government while still a relatively young teenager.  He found the sweet wine tasted amazing and the effects surprisingly relaxing.

Dave and Finn took turns telling stories about their high school days.  Chandler, cozied up next to his bear of a fiancé, took a few turns as well, regaling them with stories from his and Kurts college days.

When Kurt eventually found them later , Blaine wasnt drunk, exactly, but he was definitely happy. Kitten unlocked the patio door for Kurt, not looking even remotely guilty for hijacking the majority of the Hummel Designs crew.  Given how successful Saturday night had been, and since his models had been dutifully out and about during the vital initial hours of the morning brunch, Kurt decided not to have a fit.  

Proving en vino veritas, Blaine had long since spilled the beans that he and Kurt were officially a couple, as far as that went.  Apparently it was pretty far given how thrilled, and not remotely surprised, the group was for them.  Dave had admitted not really understanding the whole thing, but hed shut up quickly enough when Chandler elbowed him firmly in the abdomen, telling him the heart wants what the heart wants and it was time for Dave to be quiet now. 

Kurt was more amused than upset by Blaines slightly less than sober state.  It was hard to be angry when the slave wore such a dopily happy smile and was clearly having fun.  Kurt thought Blaine was well overdue for any happiness he could get.  Instead, he stayed to visit for a while with his friends before assisting his tipsy boyfriend back to their hotel room.  He left Blaine to nap it off while organizing the relocation of what clothes he hadnt sold as well as helping Finn get his supplies loaded back into the vans.
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Blaine was surprised to discover that the house was almost entirely empty when they returned. Under Finns management, a shipping crew had done most of the work as soon as everyone left.  He saw them on the road before joining the Hummel Crew Saturday afternoon.  The truck was already en route back to Kurts home/main office.

Blaine had always known the house theyd been living in was a rental, but he hadnt ever really thought about their inevitable departure. While it hadnt been a major topic of conversation, Blaine was aware that Kurt lived in the outskirts of LA. He also owned a small but successful boutique that featured his work in New York City.  Another one of his high school friends, Tina, lived there and managed it for him.  Blaine wandered around the nearly empty house, feeling a strong reluctance to leave the place where his life had changed so dramatically.

The new couple fumbled their way through their first orgasms together that night in Kurts bed.  Blaine was nervous about his first time having sex with someone he had emotional ties to, and Kurt was still worried that hed inadvertantly put unwanted attention on Blaine.  After several awkward mis-starts, they finally gave up on deliberate sex, instead opting to lazily make out, a simple pleasure that came naturally to them both.  Then kissing became touching and almost by accident the men found themselves sliding their naked erections against the others, the delicious friction eased with sweat and the previously abandoned lube.

Blaine discovered a new world of joy in Kurts body that night, so caught up in pleasureable want/need/God more! that he forgot to worry about what he was supposed to be doing.  Instead, he let go of conscious thought, focused instead on the electric sensation of soft hands and warm lips against his skin. Kurts moan and the stutter of his hips as he came against Blaine nearly sent him over the edge.  WIthout thought, Blaine sped up his pace, moaning at the feel of smooth, slippery skin against his cock.  When pleasure finally overcame control, Blaine experienced his first voluntary orgasm with another person.  As his body came down from the most incredible rush, silent tears began to trickle from his eyes. Seconds later he was sobbing uncontrollably.

He felt ridiculous, a veteran pleasure slave crying like a virgin, but he couldnt seem to stop. Kurt didnt freak, though it was clear he wanted to. After establishing that Blaine wasnt regretting their intimacy, Kurt held him close, not trying to hush him or stop the outpouring of tears. Instead, he let Blaine work out the emotions as he needed. Finally, exhausted, relieved, and sated in the most amazing way, Blaine fell asleep curled up safe and warm in Kurts tight embrace.

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Kurts house, Blaine decided, was awesome.  It was clearly Kurts love child. The large two-story brownstone was about an hour from the outskirts of the city. It was airy and welcoming, with bright colors and well tended greenery lining the front porch. A high privacy fence protected the large backyard, preventing nosy neighbors and the unnecessarily curious from intruding.

Kurt took him in through the backyard first, showing him the inground pool, already filled with half-brother.  The pool featured a twisty water slide that Blaine was dying to try the minute he laid eyes on it.  As soon as Kurt was out of earshot, Finn explained how the slide could be set up against a corner of the roof so you could climb out a second story window and slide directly into the pool from the house. But there was a trick to it, he warned, since the second floor was almost entirely dedicated to Kurts workspace and he was somewhere up there more often than not.

There were multiple bedrooms on the first floor, as well as an open living room and kitchen. As with the rental home, Kurt and Blaines respective bedrooms were near each other at the end of the hall. Finn had claimed a large room on the other end of the house when the business had taken off and hed moved in to work for his brother.  Kurt explained that while Finn was the only one who officially lived with him permanently, his home was sort of a revolving door for any number of friends and family.  The kitchen was wide and had a long breakfast bar separating it from the dining room. Each room Blaine wash shown during his tour was tastefully decorated in a variety of colors and patterns. Each meticulously decorated space had its own theme but shared just enough familial touches to mesh well with the house overall. There was no basement, but there was an exercise gym retrofitted from a mudroom near the back yard.

The front door opened into a spacious living room filled with comfy looking furniture and a baby grand piano tucked in one corner that looked well tended. Blaine stared at the piano wistfully before turning away. He considered playing something, but the long buried memories it evoked were more then he wanted to deal with at the moment.

The living room sported a giant TV, clearly Finns work, with a blu ray player and several different video game consoles hooked up. A wide shelf was set in a corner, filled with DVDs organized by type and alphabetized.

A double set of carved wooden doors took up the space on the other side of hall from Kurts room. He ushered Blaine into the altered office space with a shy smile, the doors opening to reveal a bright, warm library. The walls were a rich blue with gold trim.  Kurt admitted, blushing, that hed deliberately channeled Beauty and the Beast when decorating it.  He explained that even as a child his favorite Disney Prince was a man who gave his love a library. There was just no topping that.

If Blaine hadnt already been in love with Kurt, he wouldve been by the end of the tour.  His creativity and eye to detail permeated every nook of the house.  The very ambience screamed welcome and Blaine couldnt imagine a place hed rather live.  When Kurt nervously asked if he liked it, Blaine had pulled him close for a deep kiss rather than use something as shallow as words to articulate just how much he loved his new home.

Kurt briefly discussed options for Blaines room.  Initially, he tried to tell Kurt that he didnt need a room, since he and Kurt would be sleeping together. Kurt had disputed that sentiment and won.  He explained that Blaine needed his own space for quiet, peace, and a place to go when he was pissed at Kurt.  Apparently, Kurt took it for granted that they would argue during their relationship, potentially often.  Blaine wondered what his previous dating experiences had been like to make that assumption.  He decided to give in gracefully after Kurt had made his second point; while he might be convinced to yield a drawer or two, he was under no circumstances giving up a closet. Blaines room was right next to his and had its own giant walk-in.

Blaine sat on a corner of the king sized bed in his room with one leg tucked under him, staring at the walls.  He wasnt being introspective, he was trying to picture them a different color.  Kurt had encouraged him to redecorate the room any way he liked and hed decided to accept the offer. Now, he just needed to fgure out what he wanted to do with it.  As a gay man, he knew he was expected to have some psychic, genetic, super-knowledge of interior design. Kurt certainly had the gene in spades. But Blaine was at a loss.  After a while, Kurt wandered in and sat beside him.

"How about we go to home depot tomorrow and look at color books?" He suggested casually, without needing to ask what had his boyfriend looking so down.  Blaine pulled him close and fit his mouth against his boyfriends, an action that was quickly becoming one of Blaines favorite things.  "I..ah..mm, guess thats a yes?" Kurt asked around Blaines tongue, sliding a hand under Blaines shirt to stroke along his back.  Blaine smiled into the kiss, far too busy to answer.