Blaine couldn't sleep comfortably without Kurt lying beside him. Kurt's warm body fit perfectly with his, no matter what position they slept in. The soothing scent of Kurt's shampoo calmed Blaine's mind. The slight hum of his breathing reminded Blaine of his constant presence, even in sleep.

Without those things, Blaine's cold and empty room felt like his house in L. A. Without Kurt, his mind churned with the constant reminder that eventually his time in San Diego would come to an end, and then he would return to toxic people and a job he had begun to hate.

Blaine replayed over and over again his night with Kurt. He thought of Kurt in his skin tight black leotard teaching his hip-hop class. He lingered on the memory of Kurt drinking his shot of tequila using only his teeth to hold the glass. He dreamt of being tied down by that horrible silver cord while Kurt masturbated above him, an evil glint in his stormy grey eyes.

All those things had been, without a doubt, super hot.

But the things that started to stand out in Blaine's memory were the things that weren't dirty or blatantly sexual. The excited sound in Kurt's voice when he answered the phone, knowing Blaine was calling. The way Kurt smiled when he saw Blaine through the reflection of the mirror in the dance room. The way he spun in place to model his outfit for Blaine. The way Kurt bandaged Blaine's wrists, so carefully.

The kisses. All the kisses. Especially the one to his temple this morning after Kurt had tucked him into bed.

Blaine couldn't forget the most significant thing of all.

Kurt had surrendered to Blaine.

All of that strength, all of that confidence, all of that control - it had melted in Blaine's arms, in the snap of his hips, beneath the touch of his fingers.

Blaine managed to drift into a restless sleep, but woke again hours later to the sound of the Facebook alert on his iPhone. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep, he picked up the phone to check the message.

Kurt Hummel posted a picture on his timeline.

Blaine had created a special secret account so that he and Kurt could be Facebook friends.

Blaine's pseudonym was Princess Anderson. For his profile picture, Blaine used a snapshot he had taken with his phone on the sand outside his room of one of Kurt's vinyl boots and Blaine's riding crop lying over it.

Kurt had laughed for a good half hour after seeing that, but had immediately friended Blaine.

Blaine opened the app to see numerous pictures of the kids at Legoland, some with Kurt, some with Dave. There was a picture of Dave and Junior in a roller coaster car that looked like a dragon made out of legos. Another featured Eva pretending to terrorize the tiny lego inhabitants of San Francisco. In the next one, Kurt and all of the kids sat in a boat that seemed to move really slowly. Shot after shot of Kurt, Dave and the kids flashed on his screen, and Blaine couldn't help but smile. The final shot was of Kurt and Dave, most likely taken by one of the kids since it was taken from what had to be knee level looking up, and cut off part of Dave's head. The two were arm in arm, smiling, Kurt flashing his adorable open mouth grin.

Blaine didn't feel quite as guilty anymore, knowing that Kurt's relationship with Dave wasn't a romantic one.

Besides, things between them were changing, and the more Blaine learned about Kurt and Dave and the kids, the more he found he didn't want to tear this family apart...he longed to become a part of it.

His Facebook alert sounded again.

Kurt Hummel posted a picture to your timeline.

Blaine opened the photo and immediately smiled. A photo of Kurt filled the screen. Kurt was making a kissie face to the camera. The caption said, "See you soon, Princess Anderson. Hope you're ready for me."

"Bring it on, baby," Blaine said, kissing the screen back.


Blaine spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning up the room. He borrowed a vacuum cleaner from management and cleaned up all of the sand. Then he went out and bought new sheets. He opened the windows so that the room could fill with the cool ocean air. He showered and dressed in clothes that he remembered Kurt really liked - his dark blue button down shirt that Kurt said made his eyes look like burnished gold, and a pair of dark jeans that Kurt had mentioned made his ass look delicious. Burnished gold and delicious definitely worked for him.

When he heard the knock at the door, Blaine almost tripped over the bed to answer it. He threw the door open without checking the peep hole.

"Hello, gorgeous," he said to a face he didn't expect.

Mia smiled luridly at him.

"Well, hello to you, too, handsome." Mia forced her way passed an astonished Blaine. Blaine came back to himself when she sat on the end of the bed, bouncing suggestively, and humming with approval.

"Nice place you rented." MIa swept over the cozy room with judgmental eyes. "Not a lot of space, but it would still be nice and cozy for two, don't you think?"

"Mia," Blaine said, glued to his spot at the open door. "What are you doing here?"

"Sebastian told me you ran away for some thing called a staycation, and since I didn't have anything too exciting planned, I thought I'd come join you."

Mia smiled like the cat who had just caught the canary. The canary who thought he'd been safely hidden away this whole time.

"Not to be rude," Blaine ground out between clenched teeth and a forced smile, "but I'm kind of expecting someone." Blaine made a point of looking down at his watch, which he wore to cover up the bandages on his wrist. "Any minute now, as a matter of fact. So, thank you for stopping by, drive safely, and don't feel the need to stop by again."

"Yeah." Mia stood up from the bed and walked to a group of bags by the closet. "Sebastian told me something about that." Mia kicked one of the bags with the toe of her shoe, raising an eyebrow at Blaine. Kurt had left his gear bag open, with Blaine's riding crop on top. "You and this freak. It's sick, you know, and a little offensive considering you wouldn't even let me tie you up."

Blaine gripped the wood of the door, hearing it creak beneath his grasp. Mia could say whatever she wanted about him, but Kurt was something different entirely.

"You have no right to talk about him like that." Blaine stepped away from the door, walking in her direction.

"I have every right!" She turned on Blaine, furious. "I am you're girlfriend!"

"Are you kidding me?" Blaine laughed bitterly. "This," he motioned between the two of them, "isn't real. It's manufactured. And we kept it up because, frankly, we had nothing better. But, now I do."

"Yeah." Mia huffed. "You're paying for it though, aren't you?"

Mia's words stung. Blaine still thought about it. She was right. He had paid Kurt. Mia didn't know that things were different now. Kurt cared for him... didn't he?

"And you're going to pay," Mia continued. "You and your little freak, if you don't come back to L.A."

"This is my time off." A bit of Blaine's confidence slipped. "I get to spend it the way I choose, and I'm staying here."

Mia laughed mockingly at him.

"You're time doesn't belong to you. You don't even belong to you. If you haven't forgotten, your life is Sing."

Blaine went back to the open door, staring at Mia pointedly, and quietly stood his ground.

"Well," Mia said, pushing herself uncomfortably into Blaine's personal space. "Let me give you an idea of how things are going to go. You're going to forget about all of this..." Mia gestured to the room, and specifically Kurt's belongings, "and come back to L.A. with me. Now!"

"Mia..." Blaine tried to maintain control, trying to channel some of Kurt's strength from his open gear bag lying on the floor. "Let me make this clear. I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm on vacation. You're going to leave."

Mia stared into Blaine's eyes, tried hard to stare him down, but Blaine's hand on the door and Kurt's belongings nearby became his anchor, and he refused to move.

"Fine," Mia huffed. "But this is not over."

Mia turned on her heel and walked quickly away, pulling out her phone and punching in a number. Blaine wondered momentarily who she could be calling. When she had walked up the road and out of sight, Blaine dropped his head in relief. Blaine leaned against the open door, heart pounding in his throat. He heard what sounded like Mia's voice in the distance mutter something unpleasant, and then the sound of her Porsche driving away. Blaine didn't have time to compose himself when he heard foot steps coming up the walk. He looked up to see Kurt, his angel, walking toward the doorway with a large bouquet of mixed flowers in his hands and a reuseable shopping bag over his arm.

"Hey!" Kurt greeted Blaine in that lilting voice that always made Blaine smile. Regardless of the unpleasantness with Mia, the smile returned, a little sadder and more reserved, but there nonetheless. Kurt leaned in quickly to kiss Blaine on the cheek. Blaine took the flowers and the bag and walked with Kurt inside.

"Do you know," Kurt said, closing the door and locking it, "that a woman who looked exactly like Mia Bradley dressed in horrible Jimmy Choo knock offs just called me a twink in the parking lot?"

Blaine put down the flowers and the bag. He came up to Kurt, pulled him into his arms possessively, and kissed him. Kurt yelped as Blaine's lips unexpectedly claimed his. Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's shoulders, running his hands through Blaine's freshly washed curls, and breathing in his scent.

Blaine held Kurt tight against him, feeling Kurt's breath as it caught in his throat, Kurt's hair tickling his skin, the firm muscles of Kurt's body melding with Blaine's body. Blaine wouldn't let Kurt pull away, and after a moment of half-hearted attempts, Kurt gave up and let Blaine kiss him dizzy. The world spun sweetly behind Kurt's eyelids, and Kurt wanted to laugh from the sensation of falling into this kiss with Blaine.

Blaine finally, reluctantly pulled away.

"What was that for?" Kurt asked, gidddy and breathless.

"I miss you when you're not here." Blaine felt the need to put his heart on the line a bit. "Because you're so amazing, and I really cherish our time together. I can see myself falling for you...taking care of you..."

Overwhelmed by his words, Kurt kissed Blaine again. He needed to stop him. Blaine couldn't have known that every word he said was every thing Kurt had ever wanted to hear...and was everything he couldn't have.

Or how close Kurt was to admitting he loved Blaine. The words were there, on the tip of Kurt's tongue, ready to tumble out right after that kiss.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes. They had changed from the intense gold with the lust blown pupils that Kurt had become so accustomed to seeing. These eyes were syrup and honey and showed Kurt everything he wanted.

"I..." Kurt knew Blaine was waiting for a response, but he didn't know what to say. "I wanted to do something special for you." Kurt needed to break away from Blaine, but he thought maybe if he could just keep kissing Blaine, they could stay wrapped up in each other forever.

"What is that, baby?"

Blaine's stayed close, stayed connected. It would be so easy to give up and just drag Blaine to bed.

Kurt smiled, and instead of putting distance between him and Blaine, maneuvered the two of them into the kitchen. He sat Blaine into a retro metal stool by the island.

"Well, since you didn't ask me yesterday to tell you something you didn't know about me, I decided to show you..." Kurt kissed Blaine. "...that I am an amazing cook."

Kurt started unloading things from his bag as Blaine watched. The first thing he took out was a bottle of wine, nestled in a glass vase full of ice. Blaine smirked playfully.

"Well, that's smart."

"Isn't it?" Kurt agreed. "Just maximizing space."

Kurt grabbed two glasses from the cabinet and the cork screw from the utensil drawer, and poured Blaine a glass of wine. Blaine watched mesmorized by how at home Kurt seemed. The domesticity of it comforted Blaine. It reminded him of home with his mom and dad before he left to pursue his dreams.

"I hope you can appreciate a dry white." Kurt slid Blaine the glass. "I'm making fish."

Kurt rinsed out the vase and put the flowers into, arranging and rearranging the tulips and the gerbers until they looked just right. Kurt's presence soothed Blaine all over again, his voice as he talked about everything and nothing, the sway of his hips as he walked, his eyes which always seemed to shine when they looked Blaine's way.

Still, Mia's surprise visit had him unhinged, and try as he might, his thoughts went back to her words.

"Sweetheart," Kurt asked, noting Blaine's solemn expression, and his still full wine glass. "What's wrong?" Kurt gasped. "Oh, no. Does the wine suck? I've had it for a while now. It didn't turn to vinegar, did it?"

Kurt poured himself a glass and took a sip, swishing it gently in his mouth and then swallowing it.

"No." Kurt looked up with a thoughtful expression. "It's not perfect, but it's okay."

Blaine chuckled fondly.

"No...no, it's not the wine. It's...just life..." Blaine wanted to get up and hold Kurt close "...threatening to ruin my beautiful dream."

Kurt preheated the oven and set out a wood plank. He took from his bag a sizeable piece of salmon and put it on the plank.

"I don't understand." Kurt looked up to see Blaine looking back down at his wine.

"That was Mia. In the parking lot. I'm sorry she called you a twink."

"What?" Kurt stopped his knife mid-cut while chopping bell peppers. "How did she find you?"

Blaine didn't want to admit that he had told Sebastian. At the time, he didn't see the harm.

"I don't know. I think she has an uncle in the CIA or something," Blaine mumbled.

"What did she say?"

"She threatened me. Like she owns me. She told me to go back to L.A. because..." Blaine traced his finger over a spot on the counter. Kurt put down the knife and took Blaine's hand.

"Because what?"

"Because my time doesn't belong to me. I don't belong to me."

'That you're only here because I paid you.'

It would have been the truth. She did say it, and Blaine, shamefully, did think it. But he couldn't. It wouldn't be fair.

Kurt chewed his lower lip, looking at Blaine.

"I think I know just what you need." Kurt covered the fish and put it in the fridge. He washed his hands, then took Blaine's hand and led him out to the patio. The chair Kurt used in the mornings still sat out there, facing the ocean. Kurt pushed Blaine gently into it. He climbed into Blaine's lap. He looked longingly into those gorgeous, syrup colored eyes and kissed him, delicately slipping his tongue between Blaine's lips, not demanding control, just trying to offer comfort.

Kurt ran his hands up and down Blaine's arms, pushing them further behind Blaine's back. Enthralled in Kurt's passionate kiss, Blaine didn't notice the cuffs until they clicked shut. Blaine's eyes popped open, startled.

"What?"

"Blaine," Kurt started, massaging Blaine's arms, bound by the cuffs. "I think we can admit that I pretty much have you at my mercy right now, correct?"

"Uh, yeah?" Blaine was a little more aroused and confused than concerned.

"Just because I have you locked down in this chair, doesn't mean I own you, does it?" Kurt sucked lightly on Blaine's neck. "It doesn't make you.. mine?"

Kurt gulped when he realized what he had said.

Blaine heard it, too.

"You're mind is still yours," Kurt continued. "Your heart. Your talent. No one can take those things away."

Kurt climbed off of Blaine's lap, and walked behind him so he had an unrestricted view of the water.

"You're still free, sweetheart. As free as you let yourself be..."

Kurt kissed Blaine's neck where it met his shoulder, heard Blaine moan beneath his mouth as he squirmed a little to get closer.

"Just look out at the water," Kurt whispered against his skin. "Concentrate on the smell of the ocean."

Kurt continued to kiss around Blaine's neck until his tongue was tickling around the first undone button of his shirt.

"Listen to the sound of the waves."

Kurt massaged circles into Blaine's scalp with his fingertips.

"Feel the sun on the horizon, warming your skin."

Kurt ran his hand through Blaine's hair, pulling gently at his curls, tilting his head so Kurt could have better access to his neck. Kurt ran his tongue over Blaine's skin, sucking small marks down the column of his neck, before sinking to his knees.

"Have I ever told you how delicious your ass looks in these jeans?" Kurt quickly unzippered Blaine's pants.

"You may have mentioned it." Blaine blushed. "Frankly, I'm not sure if I remember."

Blaine chuckled nervously as he lifted up a little so Kurt could pull down Blaine's pants and underwear.

"It does," Kurt said. "And so does this, I might mention."

Kurt wasted no time taking Blaine into his mouth. Blaine bucked involuntarily at the intense heat of Kurt's mouth, and the velvety feel of Kurt's tongue massaging his skin.

Kurt giggled.

"Let me take care of you."

All thoughts of MIa and Sing disappeared as Kurt sucked smoothly along his cock.  Kurt didn't waste time teasing, starting a rhythm of sucking and bobbing with purpose. Kurt's soft, strong lips never seemed to tire, his tongue fantastic as it managed to caress up and down the side of Blaine's cock, flicking up over the head every so often.

Blaine wanted to touch Kurt, to run his fingers through his hair, but to what avail? What about this moment could Blaine actually improve? The sun on his face, not a care in the world, and the talented mouth of an amazing dom...an exceptional man, worshipping his cock. Blaine relaxed against the chair, moaning unbidden into the twilight, and as the stars started to make an appearance in the darkening sky, Blaine came down Kurt's throat. Kurt's hands held Blaine's hips still so he could take everything Blaine had to offer.

Once Blaine's body had stopped trembling beneath Kurt's lips, Kurt pulled away. Kurt panted about as hard as Blaine, the smile on his face equally as bright. Kurt tugged up Blaine's underwear and jeans before removing the cuffs. Kurt looked up at Blaine as he stood, meeting Blaine's mouth, feeling Blaine's still quivering lips as they welcomed the feeling of Kurt again - Kurt's strength, Kurt's tenderness, Kurt's particular sweet taste of coffee and peppermint mixed with the dry white wine and now, Blaine.

"I'll finish dinner and bring it out here. Okay, sweetheart?"

Kurt cupped Blaine's cheek gently as he kissed Blaine's forehead, before disappearing back through the patio doors and into the kitchen.

Blaine remembered this later as the most incredible sunset of his life.



'Tell me something about yourself that I don't already know,' Blaine's text read.

Kurt had gotten home just as he had promised Dave he would, helped with baths and showers, bedtime stories, and tucked the kids into bed. The trailer they lived in had a handful of rooms, but only one suitable for sleeping. It was the only room that got warm at night in the winter, and where the ceiling didn't leak...as much. Dave and Kurt had set up all the beds in there temporarily until they could afford a new place.

So everyone was present as Kurt texted Blaine, giggling under the covers like a teenaged girl.

"Are you still talking to him?" Dave asked, one tired eye open. "You just saw him a few hours ago."

"I know, I know," Kurt said apologetically. "I won't be long. I know you have an early morning."

Dave groaned and turned away. When Dave settled under the comforter, he sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut.

From: Kurt
'I shouldn't be telling you this, but some of my clients are REALLY weird.'

From: Blaine
'Weird? How? Tell me? Slowly and with lots of details?'

From: Kurt
'Are you masturbating?'

From: Blaine
'And if I was?'

From: Kurt
'Well...I would be jealous...and maybe a little turned on...'

From: Blaine
'A little?'

From: Kurt
'Okay, a lot, which is unfortunate seeing as I am in bed with, like, everyone right now.'

From: Blaine
'Tell me.'

From: Kurt
'It's...kind of hard to explain.'

From: Blaine
'Is that a pun?'

From: Kurt
'No, perv. It's just easier to show you, that's all.'

From: Blaine
'Then come over.'

From: Kurt
'I can't right now.'

From: Blaine
'Meanie...'

From: Kurt
'I promise I'll show you tomorrow night.'

From: Blaine
'Promise?'

"Kuuurt!" This time it was Barbra.

"Okay, okay," Kurt whispered into the darkness. "I'm going to sleep."

Kurt felt his phone vibrate and looked down.

From: Blaine
'Till tomorrow night, I guess. I'm going to jerk off now and think of you.'

Kurt giggled again. A storm of pillows and stuffed animals hit Kurt in the head.

"Alright!" Kurt said through giggles.

'I've been reprimanded,' Kurt texted back. 'I've got to go. XOXO <3'