Blaine and Dani spent the rest of their lunch trying to avoid the topic of Blaines romantic life as much as possible. This did become difficult halfway through when Blaines phone rang to find a very frantic Cooper responding to the message he had left the night before on his brothers cell phone. It did help Blaine smile again to hear his brother trying to comfort him through the phone, even if the phony Indian accent was probably based only on stereotypical tech support calls on tv and pretty racist. It was something normal and felt like a little slice of home. Blaine did have to draw the line at Coop trying to tell their parents.

"No. You are not calling them! I had to fight tooth and nail to get the chance to come here on my own for college. You tell them and next thing I know, Dad will be ordering me to get in the car," he said in his best controlling voice, but it was fooling no one who could hear him. Dani tried to give him a sympathetic thumbs up though for the effort.

"Blaine, they have the right to know you were attacked. I know Dad wasnt completely sane when he first found out about you, but they do care. Let me call them... please," Cooper said. Blaine knew his brother was really worried then because he had dropped the accent and almost commanded the sub to do something. While Cooper had been distant for a while, since Blaine discovered his need to be controlled, the older Anderson made a promise to his baby brother to try and make as many things as requests as he could. If Blaine wanted to take them as orders, he could, but Cooper was not going to abuse the power he had available to him just because he could.

"Coop... I cant.... I cant go home. Dad was bad for a really long time about this stuff and I cant live under his thumb anymore. Dont you dare call them," Blaine said, a slight shake in his voice at the memories. His father refused to believe that Blaine was a sub. He kept trying to force Blaine into roles of power and control which Blaine always failed to keep. His father tried to make him run for class president, which made Blaine sick for a week from the pressure and lack of control. When he tried to make Blaine head of the Warbler council, Blaine kept having fainting spells just trying to lead the meetings as a test. Finally his father gave up and just completely ignored Blaine as if his son could control what his body needed. Blaine would never go back to that life as long as he could avoid it.

"Ok, B. I wont call them, but I think you should. Do you want me to come up? I can bring my lawyer and help get all of your police stuff handled. I am an acting guardian for you," Cooper offered.

"Id actually like that. Could you come up next weekend?" Blaine asked.

"Sure Kiddo. See you then," Cooper replied before they ended the call. Blaine finished his lunch on a much happier note with the idea of seeing his brother on his mind. Not long after, he was given the all clear text from Kurt. He gave Dani a quick hug before heading back to the apartment to try and get a nap in while it would still be quiet.

He walked in to find Kurt cleaning a rather large vibrator in the bathroom sink. Blaine blushed and tried to excuse himself before Kurt noticed him. He was unlucky because the second he turned around, he was stopped.

"If you are going to watch me clean my equipment, you can help me. Now come back here. We need to discuss sleeping arrangements," Kurt ordered. Blaine turned back and grabbed a cock ring and the special cleaner that was sold at sex toy stores for just such a reason. He sprayed some on before running the ring under the running water and applying soap. "You are not going to be sleeping in my bed every night. Last night was a special exception and you will only be in my bed for sex. Ill set up an air mattress for you in the living room, but that will be where you sleep. Until you can go shopping, you are welcome to borrow my clothes, but they shall be returned washed, dryed, and pressed. After you get some new clothes or you get your own stuff back from your place, you will not be permitted to wear anything of mine unless I give you permission for whatever reason. Under no exception are you to be here while I am with a client. I keep you all separate for a reason. Finally, just because you are staying here does not mean you get to have sex with me whenever you want. Sex stays within our sessions and the normal rules apply. That also means that you shouldnt try to get any forms of affection out of me. I dont snuggle, I dont hug, I dont hold hands, and I do not kiss. Do I make myself clear?" he asked. Blaine almost instictively agreed, but the last rule stopped him.

"You kissed me last night," he whispered.

"Speak up," Kurt commaned, hoping he did not hear what he thought he just heard.

"You kissed me... last night," Blaine repeated louder, his eyes daring to meet Kurts. The normally docile and innocent hazel eyes seemed almost definate and michevious as they met normally cold and distant ice blue. The blue eyes now seemed confused and vulnerable but it was only for an instant. Kurt regained his composure and spoke.

"You just thought I kissed you. You needed intimacy and your brain just imagined it. I dont kiss my clients. Breaks our professional relationship," Kurt said as he set the vibrator aside to dry, refusing to meet Blaines eyes as he spoke. He couldnt have the sub seeing him cracking under this pressure. Yet, now that Blaine had brought it up, all Kurt could remember was that kiss, playing over and over in his minds eye. It had been perfect and real and just like every single romance movie he watched. It was also the textbook definition of why he didnt kiss clients.

"I remember you kissing me, Sir! I wont kiss you again and agree to your other terms, but do not lie to me about what happened!" Blaine replied, not understanding why this deception hurt.

"We are not discussing this anymore. Just leave the stuff here. I am going out," Kurt said as he moved past Blaine and grabbed his jacket. He had to get out of there. He had to clear his head.