Several people came up to congratulate Kurt after Dave left. Blaine waited patiently until the majority of the crowd dispersed, sitting in the mezzanine with a sulking Sebastian.

Sebastian didn't speak to him. Sebastian didn't look at him.

Sebastian's open disdain was fine by Blaine.

Blaine saw Kurt disappear into the lobby and got out of his seat to go meet him, but moments later Kurt bounded through the door to the mezzanine, put his roses down, and threw himself into Blaine's barely outstretched arms.

If all of the kisses they had shared before were amazing, incredible, or even mind-blowing, this one, full of breathless passion and unrestrained joy, could only be described as epic. Kurt couldn't stop kissing Blaine, even if he wanted to. He pressed his body against Blaine, and Blaine could feel Kurt's very evident desire pressing into his thigh. Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, threading fingers up into his hair, the other kneading his ass. He couldn't help it. Those pants on Kurt's body were irresistible.

"You were amazing," Blaine managed between kisses.

"Was there ever any doubt?" Kurt joked.

Blaine pulled away from Kurt to look into his eyes, eyes that laughed, and smiled, and sang with joy.

"Never," Blaine said.

Blaine kissed him again, reigniting the magic of the evening. When Blaine released him from the kiss, Kurt smiled, his cheeks an attractive rosy pink. Blaine leaned in to kiss him again.

"What do we do now?" Blaine asked, hoping that 'fuck' made it on the list of viable answers.

"Well..." Kurt  kissed Blaine's cheek, then along his jawline, his lips traveling down his neck. "I take you downstairs, we have the auction, and then the mayor announces the winner of the scholarship competition. Oh, yeah..."

Kurt reached behind him to grab something out of his back pocket. He handed Blaine a small envelope and a blank card.

"You have to write the name of the winner on this. Then we seal it and take it downstairs."

Blaine took the card and looked over at Sebastian.

"Do you want to discuss this?" Blaine asked blankly.

Sebastian looked at Blaine, his expression incredulous, his voice acerbic.

"Yeah." He stood up and brushed passed them. "I pick the chic in the purple."

Sebastian made his way through the aisle and walked out the door. Blaine rolled his eyes. He leaned over the table, and wrote a name on the card. Then he put it in the envelope and sealed it shut. He handed it back to Kurt with a flourish. Kurt plucked it out of his grasp.

"Thank you, Mr. Anderson," Kurt cooed.

Blaine grabbed him, hand firmly seated on the ass of Kurt's pants, and pulled him roughly against himself.

"I love it when you call me Mr. Anderson," Blaine said, lips mere inches away from Kurt's tempting mouth.

"Do you, Mr. Anderson?" Kurt slowly licked over Blaine's lips. Blaine spun Kurt around, pressing his cock up against Kurt's ass, pushing hard so Kurt could gauge the full weight of Blaine's arousal.

"You fucking tease," Blaine growled. "Do you feel what you do to me?" Blaine rutted against Kurt, and he rolled his head back to rest on Blaine's shoulder. "Why do you have to be so Goddamned perfect?"

"I'm not perfect," Kurt said sadly. Blaine held him by his upper arms, breathing him in to steady his need.

"You are to me, Kurt." Blaine kissed Kurt's neck gently, punctuating his words. "You're strong, and beautiful, and talented, and so completely perfect."

Kurt gasped.

"Well, Mr. Anderson," Kurt whispered, voice shuddering. "I told you if you bought me, you could have me on my knees, so don't we have an auction to get to?"

The auction was already in full swing by the time Kurt and Blaine made an appearance. As soon as Mr. Schuester eyed Kurt, he motioned to him urgently. Kurt handed Blaine his bouquet for safe keeping, and hurried away to the make-shift stage.

"Stand right up here, Kurt." Will pulled Kurt up to stand beside him. "Let everyone see you."

Kurt kept his eyes glued to Blaine's face as the last few singers were auctioned off.

"Last but certainly not least, our final artist up for auction this evening, our featured soloist, Mr. Kurt Hummel."

The crowd applauded and cheered as Kurt stepped up, posing comically. Kurt bowed to the group of interested buyers who gathered immediately to bid.

"Since Mr. Hummel is our featured soloist, we will be starting the bidding at...."

Before the opening bid could even be announced, an older man in the audience raised his hand and bid $100.

'Ooo's and 'aaah's rose from the crowd. Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled even wider. Opening bids usually started at around $50.

He was so beautiful, Blaine thought. Blaine couldn't help but admire his poise and ease up on that stage, as people began calling out dollar amounts quicker than the auctioneer could keep up. The bidding started to slow around the $1,000 mark, and Kurt beamed. Obviously, this was some sort of record. Blaine could hear other people murmur around him. Apparently, the highest selling performer tonight went for $375.

"We have a bid of $1,000 going once...going twice..."

Always the actor and never one to be outdone, Blaine waited till the last possible moment to place his bid.

"$20,000," Blaine called, raising his arm.

The room went silent. The smile on Kurt's face turned to something like astonishment.

"Twenty...twenty-THOUSAND dollars!?" the auctioneer said in awe. Blaine was almost afraid to look back at Kurt, but when he did, he saw warmth...gratitude...and a certain simmering heat that told Blaine he was soon to become a very lucky man.

Right then something rather unexpected happened.

"$25,000," came a voice from behind Blaine. Blaine didn't have to turn to know who the voice belonged to.

Sebastian smirked at Blaine, hand raised as he called out his exorbitant bid.

"Twenty-five thousand!?" The auctioneer, an older gentleman with greying hair, looked as though he was about to have a heart attack.

"Sebastian," Blaine hissed, "what are you doing?"

"Bidding...helping a worthy cause," Sebastian said with a sly grin. "Besides," he whispered so only Blaine could hear, "I want to get him alone so I can see what all the fuss is about...maybe I can make him sing for me..."

Blaine became hot. Red hot. He had never been angrier at his co-star than he was at that moment.

"$25,000...going once...going twice..."

"$30,000," Blaine announced, not looking back at the stage.

"$35,000." Sebastian winked at Kurt. Kurt shuddered.

"$40,000!" Blaine walked toward the stage.

"$50,000!!" Sebastian followed close on his heels.

Blaine and Sebastian turned and glared at each other. The room had gone silent. Kurt, red faced and sweating, stared between them. The last bid was Sebastian's. 'Please, God,' Kurt prayed. 'Don't let Blaine get sidetracked and accidentally let Sebastian win.'

Kurt could see Blaine calculating in his head.

"$150,000," Blaine said, with that note of finality in his voice that made the taller, usually more confident man, back down with a grimace. Blaine knew he had Sebastian. There was no way Sebastian would spend that kind of money. From the stage, a slightly trembling Kurt squeaked.

The auctioneer, jaw almost to the ground, turned to look at Sebastian who eyed the spectators warily, then turned to Blaine, and bowed graciously.

"Congratulations," he said to Blaine. "That's a little rich for my blood."

"Once, twice, SOLD!" the auctioneer said, and even before he could finish his sentence, a peal of thunderous applause came up from the audience. "Our featured soloist, Kurt Hummel, sold to celebrity judge Blaine Anderson for $150,000!!"

Kurt couldn't move. The auctioneer put a light hand on his back, and Kurt rushed to gain his composure. He was aware of all eyes on him as he stepped from the stage to rejoin Blaine. Kurt's eyes were wide, his expression blank.

"It seems like you're always buying me," Kurt said.

"Actually, this time it was symbolic." Blaine handed Kurt back the roses.

"And what does that mean?" Kurt asked. He felt like he should be angry. Blaine made a spectacle of him.

"I bought you," Blaine said, leaning in close to Kurt, "in the hopes that no one else would ever have to buy you again."

Kurt blushed, looking down at the roses in his arms and sniffing them.

"Besides..." Blaine put his hands on Kurt's shoulders. "It was also kind of a gift. I wanted to do something good with my money."

"And what was that?"

Blaine answered by turning him back to the stage.

"I would like to end tonight by announcing the recipient of this year's Criss Colfer Scholarship - at a staggering $200,000...Ms. Bethany Philips!"

Another peal of applause followed the woman, eyes filled with tears as she stepped up on stage to receive her award and a bouquet of roses.

Blaine looked to Kurt, who had tears in his eyes, his hand pressed over his mouth. Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt's shoulder.

"I should have brought you flowers," Blaine whispered delicately in Kurt's ear. Kurt turned, his eyes questioning. Blaine sighed.

"Dave brought you those beautiful flowers. Lavender..." Blaine chuckled once, sadly. "...it means 'love at first sight'. He knows who he is, and what he wants, and he's not afraid to show every one else. I should have brought you flowers. I should have done the same."

Kurt smiled.

"I love Dave's flowers," Kurt said. Blaine looked down at his shoes as he scuffed the floor. "But, you gave me something, too." Blaine looked up into Kurt's watery smile. "You did this..." Kurt gestured to the stage, where Bethany was posing for pictures. "I sang on stage tonight because of you." Kurt raised a hand to cup Blaine's cheek. "You gave me hope. You gave me your time. You gave me you. I didn't want anything else."

No one was watching as Blaine carefully took Kurt's hand in his. No one saw as Blaine brought it to his lips and kissed it. No one paid any attention when Blaine wrapped Kurt in his arms and held him tight.

Almost no one saw.

Sebastian Smythe stood in the far corner of the lobby and seethed.

Blaine leaned into Kurt's ear.

"I want you," Blaine whispered. "Now." He put his hands on Kurt's hips and squeezed insistently.

"Well, you did win me," Kurt purred, "and I did say that would get me on my knees."

Blaine smiled.

"Do you know of any place? Unfortunately, I came down here in a Prius."

Kurt laughed. He grabbed Blaine's hand.

"Follow me."

Kurt weeded through the crowd of spectators, watching for a moment as Bethany had her picture taken for the paper.

Kurt led Blaine through a service access door, and down a long flight of steps. They followed the staircase to the bottom. The lower levels of the performing arts center wound around like a gigantic labyrinth. Blaine didn't know how Kurt had any idea where they were going, but any moment he expected a man in a cloak and a half mask to jump out at them and take Kurt to the catacombs.

Were there even catacombs in California?

Kurt seemed to make a bee line for a heavy metal door. He pulled it open and pushed Blaine through. The room was pitch black after the heavy door slammed shut, echoing loudly. He could hear Kurt flipping switches. The room was bathed in a soft white light that changed the ambiant pitch black to a soft grey. Blaine saw chairs stacked against one corner, tables sandwiched together in another corner, and three walls made completely of mirrors.

"What is this place?" Blaine asked.

"It's one of the older dance rooms," Kurt explained, putting his roses on the floor. "They only use it for storage now."

Kurt locked the door and threw the bolt.

"There. Now, even if someone had the key, they couldn't get in."

Kurt walked along the wall to another panel of switches. He turned on a center spotlight, which left a circle of light. Kurt set a chair in the center of the light, facing the mirror. Kurt looked at a confused Blaine and gestured toward the chair, a strange mischievous glow in his eyes.

Blaine approached Kurt slowly, enjoying the anticipation of playing right into this brilliant man's plan. Blaine sat in the chair, staring up at Kurt. Kurt straddled Blaine's lap, pushing his erection up against Blaine's crotch, hearing him moan as Kurt rutted against him slowly. Kurt kissed Blaine, hard and dirty, grabbing his arms roughly and shoving them behind the back of the chair. Kurt took a single stocking and tied Blaine's wrists together.

"W-were you carrying that with you the whole time?" Blaine moaned against Kurt's mouth.

"Yup." Kurt smiled and bit Blaine's lip. Kurt slowly unbuttoned Blaine's shirt, trailing his fingertips over his exposed skin. He tugged the shirt out of Blaine's pants and left it open, exposing Blaine's toned, tan chest. Kurt latched onto Blaine's neck with his teeth, tormenting that same spot he had bitten early. The sore skin tingled beneath Kurt's mouth. Blaine writhed beneath him, bucking his hips up, trying to seek out friction. Kurt pinched Blaine's nipples hard between his fingers, and Blaine groaned loudly. The sound reverberated off the wall.

"Moan as loud as you want, princess," Kurt whispered. "This room in sound proof. No one's going to hear you."

Blaine's eyes went wide.

'Princess?' Blaine thought. 'Shit! What did I do wrong?'

The change in Kurt from blushing angel to fiery black swan occured so quickly, Blaine almost got whiplash.

Kurt scratched down Blaine's chest with his nails, leaving jagged trails in their wake.

"God, Kurt," Blaine groaned, hissing with the pain, his cock growing harder in the confines of his pants.

"You didn't think you weren't going to get punished for this little stunt, did you?" Kurt's icy voice took Blaine by surprise.

"What stunt?" Blaine asked. "I don't..."

Kurt slapped Blaine across the face, harder than Blaine expected. When his vision cleared, he saw Kurt biting his lip, tears in his eyes.

"No one gave you permission to speak," Kurt growled. "I told you that if you heard me sing, you'd know everything about me," Kurt ground out through clenched teeth, "and you wouldn't come back."

"Kurt, I..."

Smack.

Blaine's cheek stung. He looked back into Kurt's face. Kurt...his poor Kurt...looked frantic, wild. He wasn't really hurting Blaine. In fact, Blaine was so hard, he was afraid one more slap with Kurt straddling his lap would make him cum ridiculously quick.

For some reason Kurt's dominatrix went into overdrive. The night had gone amazing. Blaine couldn't imagine what had gone wrong. He knew Kurt wouldn't listen to Blaine unless he submit. Blaine bowed his head, his hair falling in front of his eyes. Kurt noticed the change. He ran his nails down Blaine's chest one more time...deeper...painfully. Blaine didn't flinch, didn't cry out. Kurt pulled Blaine's face by his mass of curls to meet his eyes. Blaine's eyes were closed, his face calm. Kurt kissed him, forcefully and aggressively attacking Blaine's lips, biting and nipping around the contours of his mouth.

"Why'd you do it, Blaine?" Kurt whimpered. "Now there's no reason for you to come back."

Kurt dropped his head to Blaine's shoulder.

"Talk to me, Blaine," Kurt whispered.

Blaine stayed silent, patiently waiting. Kurt sighed.

"You may respond." Kurt curled against Blaine's bound form.

"Do you think you can get rid of me that easily?" Blaine whispered.

Kurt didn't move.

"I need you, Kurt," Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt's silhouette nestled against his shoulder. "You're in my blood. You are my soul. I told you I love you, and I meant it."

Kurt looked down at Blaine through teary eyes. He leaned in, resting his forehead against Blaine. Nose to nose, Kurt kissed Blaine slowly. He rested his hands against Blaine's chest, and felt Blaine take in a quick breath. Kurt looked down at Blaine's skin, and his eyes went wide.

"Oh, God, Blaine." Kurt gasped at the angry red marks. "Blaine, I'm so---"

Blaine surged up and swallowed Kurt's apology, took him in and absolved him.

"I love you, Kurt," he murmured softly as his tongue gently explored Kurt's mouth, tasting a few salty tears that had escaped Kurt's eyes. "I love you, I love you, I love everything about you...I love you, my angel...I love you, my black swan..."

Kurt sighed against Blaine's lips.

"Let me make it up to you," Kurt whispered.

Blaine smiled, kissing the corner of Kurt's mouth.

"On your knees?" Blaine asked hopefully.

Kurt smirked.

"Not just yet." Kurt reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks. "I'm a performer at heart." Kurt started unbuttoning his own shirt, one button at a time. "And this show isn't over." Blaine watched his nimble fingers slip the buttons through the holes one by one down, slipping his fingers beneath the fabric to run lightly over his chest. Kurt pulled the fabric carefully from where it tucked into his pants. He let the material fall back and pool around his elbows. Kurt stood, reaching a hand into Blaine's curls and pulling his head forward against his chest.

Blaine didn't need to be asked. He slipped his tongue over Kurt's nipple, licking in smooth circles over the tight nub. Kurt rolled his head on his shoulders, his moans echoing around the room.

"Like that?" Blaine asked quickly, but he already knew the answer.

"Oh, Blaine," Kurt moaned, hands fisting Blaine's curls tight, then releasing them to grab them again roughly. "That tongue of yours...I have dreams about that tongue on my body."

"Really?" Blaine teased, blowing cold air over the wet tracks, feeling Kurt tremble. "Do you masturbate to dreams of my tongue?"

Kurt giggled.

"All the time, Mr. Anderson."

Blaine nudged his nose against Kurt's chest, prompting Kurt to shift slightly so he could lavish attention on the other nipple. Kurt leaned his body against Blaine, and Blaine could feel Kurt's arousal pressing against him through the fabric of those purple velvet pants.

"Kurt...beautiful." Blaine hummed against Kurt's skin. "I need to see you...all of you."

Kurt pushed off Blaine's lap, stepping back a few paces till his back touched the mirror. He leaned his bare shoulders back on the slick surface, letting the fabric of his shirt slide down his arms, catching it in his hands before the garment hit the floor. He draped it carefully over another nearby chair. Positioned against the glass mirror, his back arched, his eyes closed, he slowly unfastened his pants. Blaine moaned at the view of Kurt on display for him. Kurt slowly undid the zipper, pushing the fabric down over his hips, and Blaine's eyes went wide.

"Oh, God, Kurt," Blaine moaned, bucking his hips up involuntarily at the sight. "No underwear?"

"Not in these pants," Kurt pulled the pants over his muscular thighs, and down his firm calves, bending at the waist almost completely in half to step out of them and hang them over the chair as well. The view in front of Blaine was stunning, but the view from behind - the reflection in the mirror of Kurt's toned back, that gorgeous tattoo, his taut ass, and the tiny glimpse of Kurt's tight hole when he bent over - almost did Blaine in. Kurt stood, marvelously naked, head resting against the mirror again. He took his length in his hand and stroked lazily, making no effort to bring himself to orgasm, just enjoying the feeling of his own hand against his bare skin.

"Kurt?" Blaine tried desperately to move, to undo the binds on his wrist and get to Kurt, take him in his arms, seduce him properly.

"Hmmm?" Kurt barely acknowledge Blaine's breathy voice, though inside his mind, his inner dominatrix was already on his knees.

"Come here and show me all the places you want my tongue." Blaine tried to make his voice sound confident, commanding, but the sub in him couldn't do it, couldn't command this force of nature.

Kurt opened his eyes, shimmering like dark glass in the low light. Kurt pushed himself off the glass, slinking towards Blaine with long strides and purposeful steps, cock still firmly in hand. Blaine watched the play of Kurt's muscles beneath his skin, licking his lips at the thought of all the places Blaine would like to explore with his tongue, all the places left to map, seek out all the tiny, undiscovered spots that might make Kurt squirm.

Kurt stood before Blaine, so strong, so confident, that deliciously hard cock a mere few feet from Blaine's twitching lips. He wasn't sure how much more he could stand of not touching him, not feeling him against his skin. He would just about beg Kurt to scratch him again if it meant having that hard, naked body pressed against him.

Kurt's eyes twinkled as he brought a finger to his lips, slipping his tongue around it till it glistened.

"Well, of course, you start here..." Kurt traced the outline of his lips, his tongue sneaking out a few more times to lap over his pale finger with the barest hint of a suggestion. "You could stay here forever..." Kurt traced over his own smile, "because you happen to be an amazing kisser."

Blaine swallowed, fascinated as Kurt touched himself and lavished his sub with praise. Kurt's fingers began to move, tracing a line along his jaw and slowly down his neck, stopping for a moment to circle a spot below his ear. Blaine knew that spot well, had it set to memory so that even in the dark with his eyes closed he could find it. He watched Kurt's cock twitch in his now loose grip as he circled that spot over and over, licking his lips and gasping.

"You found that spot all on your own," Kurt whispered. "No one else seemed to know it was there."

Blaine held his breath. His lips tingled, his tongue ached, dying to taste Kurt's skin. Kurt dipped his finger in his mouth again, continuing the trail down his neck, over the hollow of his collarbone, sliding across his chest and toying with his nipples, circling over them one at a time, biting his lower lip against a groan as he stroked himself slowly one more time.

Blaine's struggle to maintain his own composure was not going well. He pulled his knees together tight, trying to quell the pulsing need to rut up against the inside of his pants and search for any kind of contact.

"This," Kurt said, continuing the small circles, alternating from one nipple to the other, " goes straight to my dick." Kurt was unashamed, stroking a little less casually, a little more goal oriented. Blaine whimpered.

Kurt splayed his fingers out over his chest as his hand traveled over his abdomen, to join his other hand cupping his cock. He smirked.

"Obviously..." he drawled. Blaine laughed.

Kurt let his fingers dance playfully over his own balls, giggling at what must have been a tickling sensation. Blaine longed to replace Kurt's hand with his own...or his tongue...or anything at this point. But Kurt was long from done, Blaine knew.

Blaine didn't expect Kurt to turn away from him and bend over. Kurt sucked his finger into his mouth again, and drew erratic circles around his ankles. Kurt actually moaned, and Blaine, sweating slightly in the cool room, stored that piece of knowledge away. Kurt's fingers moved up behind his legs to the backs of his knees, and Kurt's knees bent as the skin tingled beneath his fingertips. Up his thighs they continued and Blaine prayed that they would end up where he hoped they were going.

Blaine sucked in a deep breath as he watched Kurt's fingers circle his entrance.

"Oh, God," Blaine moaned for about the eighteenth time.

"Oh, Blaine..." Kurt's prolonged moan as he massaged the tight ring of muscle with his own wet finger shot straight to Blaine's cock. Blaine was going to cum, he knew it. He had already been on the edge after Kurt slapped him for the second time, but now, this sublime torment was just too much. "Blaine, I have imagined your tongue here so many times."

"Really?" Blaine squirmed, pulling at his wrists, knowing it was fruitless. He tightened the bonds in hopes that the material biting into his skin would keep him from cumming before he could feel Kurt's mouth working over him.

"Oh, God, yes." Kurt's beautiful high voice sang with his own pleasure as he slowly slipped a finger into that puckered ring of muscle, and Blaine watched it disappear to the first knuckle, than the second, and finally the last. Blaine saw Kurt's legs quiver and knew exactly where Kurt's finger had ended. Kurt started moving his finger in and out, steadily fucking himself on his own finger. Blaine made to stand up, the chair dragging him back and making a loud noise as it slammed back down on the floor.

Kurt heard the noise and wrenched his head around to see a struggling Blaine, panting, his pupils blown wide as his eyes focused on Kurt finger fucking his own hole.

"Kurt," Blaine whined. "Please, don't do this to me again. Please..."

"What do you want, sweetheart?" Kurt didn't stand up, didn't stop, just stared into Blaine's overwrought eyes.

'Sweetheart!' Blaine cheered to himself. 'Yes!'

"I need you...your mouth...on me, Kurt."

Kurt made no move to stand, just kept moving his finger in and out...in and out...

"Kurt!" Blaine barked, struggling again. "Please!"

Kurt stood, retracting his finger and kneeled between Blaine's legs. He undid Blaine's pants quickly, Blaine fumbling to stand slightly so Kurt could pull his pants down, which Kurt did, but just the barest amount.

"I'm not going to let you come this way." Kurt's warm breath tickled Blaine's skin as he grabbed for his achingly hard cock. "I reserve that pleasure for my ass."

"Oh God yes," Blaine yelled into the closed confines of the room as Kurt swallowed him whole, tasting Blaine delicately with light swipes of his tongue across the slit, Blaine begging with shallow thrusts of his hips for Kurt to let him fuck his mouth.

Kurt pinned Blaine's hip to the chair.

"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Anderson." Kurt climbed back into Blaine's lap, kneeling onto Blaine's thighs. "You made me cut that short."

Blaine threw his head back and groaned in frustration - sweet, painful frustration.

"Too bad we don't have any ice to cool you down," Kurt purred. "I think I know exactly where I'd put it."

Blaine could smell his Atlas cologne much stronger now. He leaned his head against Kurt's chest and inhaled deeply.

"I noticed you found my cologne." Blaine felt Kurt's heat all around him.

"Mr. Anderson!" Kurt mocked, sounding scandalized. "Are you telling me that you're such a narcissist that your own scent turns you on?"

Kurt started moving his hips up and down, swiveling provocatively, rutting smoothly against Blaine's damaged skin.

"On you, it smells different." Blaine wanted to squirm, but he was too afraid of tipping Kurt off his lap. So, he relaxed into Kurt's movements, let Kurt use him, play with him, but the closer Kurt's cock came to Blaine's face, the stronger to tangy smell of cedar became.

"Well, so you know," Kurt whispered. "I put a drop of it pretty much every where."

That was it. That one comment tipped the scales, and Blaine tumbled into the deep. Blaine pulled his wrists tight and managed to find some sharp ridge jutting out of the metal on the chair. It scored the stocking binding his wrists in two.

He grabbed Kurt roughly, putting a hand behind Kurt's neck and pulling him to meet his lips, kissing Kurt, biting his lip, another hand fishing through his own pants pocket to locate a condom and a tall, thin bottle of lube. He took the two items and shoved them urgently into Kurt's hand. Kurt smiled against Blaine's dirty kiss.

"Fucking Boy Scout, aren't you?" Kurt laughed darkly. "Always come prepared?"

"If I want to cum with you, I'd better be prepared." Blaine's hand reached back for the condom, tearing the foil wrapper and rolling it onto his own erection. Then grabbing the lube, he squirted a dollop into his own palm, and spread it liberally over his covered cock. He made moves to pull off his pants, but Kurt stopped him.

"No," Kurt said. "Keep your clothes on."

Blaine smiled, showing perfect white teeth. He lifted Kurt off his lap, settling Kurt down over his cock, facing away from him, waiting while Kurt slipped smoothly over his erection. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips, moving slowly up into Kurt, but Kurt wouldn't have it. He slammed down on Blaine's cock, listening as Blaine screamed, hs entire body overwhelmed by the tight squeeze.

"Harder," Kurt demanded. "Faster."

"I want to take you to the floor." Blaine bit into Kurt's shoulder. Kurt arched back against Blaine's mouth. "I want you on your knees."

"Do it." Kurt groaned. Blaine wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist, keeping them connected as he slipped off the chair and onto the floor. As soon a Blaine's knees touched the ground, he pounded into Kurt, digging his fingers into Kurt's hips and punishing him with the drive of his thrusts. Blaine watched Kurt's reflection in the mirror with ecstatic awe. Kurt smiled, sighing contentedly, rolling his shoulders and lolling his head. Subconsciously Blaine had tried his hand at putting Kurt through his paces, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, but the enjoyment on Kurt's face was a different type of triumph altogether. Kurt looked relaxed, at ease, as if pleasure from Blaine's relentless pounding was simply rolling through him, washing over him, and Blaine realized Kurt was still very much in control.

Kurt looked up into the mirror, catching Blaine's surprised expression as Blaine continued to gaze at his own reflection.

"That's it, sweetheart," Kurt encouraged. "Look at yourself. Watch yourself own my body. Look at how strong you are. Watch yourself move."

There it was - his beautiful Dom praising him, urging him, making him feel beautiful, desired, loved.

"Look at you take control, Blaine," Kurt purred. "Look at you. Don't you think you would make an excellent dominator, Blaine?"

Kurt's praise overwhelmed Blaine. Had he not already been so close for so long, he could have listened to Kurt talk forever - that silky voice washing provocatively over his ego. He didn't want to cum without Kurt...so he took a risk. He brought a hand back tentatively and spanked Kurt. Kurt's eyes went wide with shock. Blaine felt Kurt clench around him and an addiction was born...but not without Kurt's permission...never without Kurt's permission.

Kurt's face flushed with shock, but when the tingling began, Kurt couldn't get enough.

"Again, Blaine!" Kurt commanded.

Blaine was helpless to deny Kurt this pleasure. He swung again, hitting him squarely in the same spot, feeling the familiar pull around his cock. Kurt's back arched.

"Again!" he yelled. "The other side. Harder!"

Blaine almost stopped pounding into Kurt, the sound of his commands almost immobilizing him. He felt himself stutter as his hand came down again on Kurt's pale flesh, coloring it red as his black swan bucked and pulsed around him.

Then Kurt gave way to babbling of his own.

"More, Blaine! God, Blaine! Harder, Blaine!"

Blaine had never heard Kurt like this, his voice shadowed by a high pitched desperate whine of his own. Kurt wanted more, and Blaine tried hard, but he wasn't giving it to him. What he could give, Kurt took in spades, and then gave back a little of his own, fucking back on Blaine's cock. Kurt couldn't keep his eyes from Blaine's face as he spanked him, so unaccustomed to receiving punishment and seeing this new side to the man he loved. Blaine's abs tensed when he smacked Kurt, and Kurt knew he could feel the intense squeeze around his cock. Kurt knew it was only a matter of time.

Kurt needed to cum, ever since he had slipped on those sinful pants he had been staving off an erection. Then he sat beside Blaine in the dark, and Blaine stared into him with those hungry eyes, teased him with playful fingers over his knees. Kurt held onto those sensations, those images, and blended them with the one he could see now, of Blaine, his Blaine, in the role of dominator, spanking Kurt and fucking him almost raw. Kurt bucked backward while Blaine stilled his hips, focusing on spanking Kurt, switching sides as Kurt had, with no rhyme or reason.

Kurt laughed as he felt his body unwind.

"Yes, Blaine!" His voice was foreign to his own ears as he begged for it, begged to be spanked. "That's it, Blaine. Spank me! Fuck me! Take me! Own me! Come on!!"

Blaine was done. All at once his body vibrated and then shattered, fragmented like glass. His hand stung, his thighs burned, his knees screamed inside his jeans, and his blood was on fire. Blaine came, and just when he thought he was done, Kurt quivered and moaned, and screamed, screamed for Blaine. It was a sound he knew Kurt was holding back, one he wasn't going to give Blaine lightly. There it was, hanging in the air, and Blaine suddenly, unexpectedly came again.

It slammed into him, almost blew him backward, but all of the breath in his body was gone in an instant, and without meaning to, he slipped out of Kurt and fell to the floor.

"Blaine?" Gentle fingers touched his hair, running through his curls and massaging his scalp. "Blaine, sweetheart? You have to stop doing this. It can't be healthy."

Blaine heard that angelic high pitched giggle as he slowly opened his eyes.

"Did...did I...?" Blaine stuttered as he fought to sit up.

"Pass out?" Kurt finished for him. "Yes, you did."

Blaine looked around the room, putting a hand to his spinning head.

"How long?"

"Long enough for me to get you cleaned up and dressed." Kurt grabbed Blaine's arm and pulled him back to the chair, looking into Blaine's eyes with concern. "Seriously, I really think you need to talk to someone about this."

Blaine's vision cleared as he regarded Kurt, dressed again in his performance clothes, looking spectacularly well put together considering.

"You...you screamed for me." Blaine watched Kurt blush, looking down at his hands on Blaine's knees. "You...you let me dominate you."

"Well..." Kurt bit his lips bashfully and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "...to be fair, I didn't let you dominate me entirely."

"I know that," Blaine amended. "But, you said you weren't a switch."

Kurt's eyes softened, looking at Blaine's honey and syrup colored eyes, then at his swollen lips, brusied from Kurt's harsh bites early.

"I'm not..." Kurt whispered, looking at Blaine through the fan of his long lashes, "but I would be a switch for you. I'd do anything for you. Haven't I proven that yet?"

Blaine nodded.

"You have, Kurt," he said. "You have."

Kurt produced their phones from his back pocket.

"It seems people have been looking for us," Kurt said, handing Blaine his phone. "I have to go upstairs and shake a few hands. And I'm pretty sure Sebastian's pissed at you."

Blaine rolled his eyes.

"What else is new."

Kurt stood and helped Blaine to his feet.

"Wait, Kurt." Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms, looking into his eyes. "Would you do something else for me?"

Kurt cocked his head, and raised an eyebrow.

"I know this might sound 8th grade, but...would you consider...being mine? My boyfried, I mean?"

Kurt's eyes danced.

"Are you going to pass me a note that says check this box for yes and this one for no?" Kurt teased. Blaine squeezed Kurt tight against him.

"Let's just skip to the end where you tell me which box you checked?"

Kurt kissed him gently, trying not to put too much pressure on Blaine's lips.

"Yes," Kurt whispered. "I pick yes."

Blaine hugged his angel, his beautiful black swan.

"Please understand," Blaine said, "I can't...tell anyone right away." He expected Kurt to stiffen, to break away from his embrace, but Kurt just melted into him.

"I know." Kurt rested his cheek against Blaine's shoulder. "We can wait, until you're ready."

Blaine felt like they were always leaving small paradises behind. Kurt dragged Blaine back up the steps to the main level of the theater, where a sizable crowd still hung around, mingling, drinking, and enjoying hors d'oeuvres.

"Kurt!" a shrill voice called to him as soon as they walked into the lobby. "Kurt, you have to come out here! The sponsors want to meet you!!"

Kurt sighed.

"Ahhh," he said, "the life of a local celebrity." He squeezed Blaine's hand and walked off. He suddenly put a hand to his forehead and turned.

"Ugh! Could you grab my bag from the green room real quick before they lock it? It's down that hall..." Kurt pointed, "through the doors, first door on the left."

Blaine nodded with a smile, and walked off, checking angry messages from Sebastian as he went in search of the room.

Blaine found the green room. Kurt never told Blaine what his bag looked like, but there was only one bag in the room - a worn leather messenger bag with the initials 'KH' embroidered in gold on the front. Blaine erased another message on his phone, sending a text to Sebastian letting him know to hold his horses, that they would be leaving soon. Blaine didn't want to leave Kurt. He would have to invent some new reason to see him. He let his mind wander as he picked up the leather bag. The front flap opened, and a sketch book fell out. Blaine picked it up and started flipping through the pages. Blaine marveled at sketch after sketch of beautiful clothes, mostly for women.

Then one sketch caught his attention. It was more carefully rendered than the rest of the sketches, erased over and over until the shoulders were perfectly squared and the seams were fitted correctly. Measurements were scribbled around the margins, and swatches of material stapled to the top of the page. Blaine knew he had stumbled on something important; most likely a suit Kurt had been working on for while. It looked exactly Kurt's style, and Blaine could just picture Kurt wearing it - the sumptuous fabric hugging his trim figure, the deep violet hue a perfect compliment to his incredible eyes.

Blaine laid the drawing out carefully and photographed it with his phone. He took several photos of the sketch, making sure he got the measurements, the swatches, and all of the intricate details. He emailed the photos to himself immediately to insure their safety. Then he packed Kurt's sketchbook back into the bag and zippered it shut.

Blaine hated saying good-bye to Kurt, but the knowledge that they had made a commitment to each other, even if it was small and, for now, secret, soothed the sting a bit.

Sebastian glared through the window of the tiny black car as Blaine and Kurt kissed good-bye for the hundredth time.

"I'm sorry about this," Kurt said, ghosting his fingers over Blaine's chest, indicating the scratches beneath.

"Don't be." Blaine captured Kurt's hand and held it to his heart. "You were right. I forced this on you. I didn't ask your permission. I was selfish. But I would have done it again a thousand times if it meant seeing the real you."

Kurt blushed.

Blaine put his hands on both sides of Kurt's face, and raised his eyes to meet his gaze.

"Have faith, my love," Blaine whispered. "I believe in happy endings, don't you?"

Kurt shook his head.

"I'm trying." Kurt sighed. "Really, I am."

Blaine kissed Kurt one final time, soft and slow and full of promises.

"Good-night, my beautiful boyfriend," Blaine whispered.

Kurt rolled his eyes, a goofy smile blooming on his face.

"Drive safe, my amazing boyfriend."

Kurt watched Blaine climb into the car. He waved again, just a small wiggle of his fingers. Blaine blew him a kiss. Sebastian groaned and slumped down in his seat. The Prius pulled away. Kurt watched until it was an insignificant black dot in the distance before climbing in his own car and driving home.

A thick cloud of tension surrounded Blaine as he drove back to Los Angeles with Sebastian reclining in the passenger seat. Sebastian stared at Blaine through the darkness, but Blaine refused to look at him.

"All in all, that went well," Sebastian joked, playing with the buttons on the radio. Blaine reached over and switched the radio off. Sebastian sighed petulantly. He decided on a different tactic.

"You need to relax, tiger," Sebastian purred. "I'm sure there are about a thousand no tell hotels between here and home. How about we find one, and...uh...relieve some of your stress?"

Blaine shook his head with a humorless laugh.

"Uh, no," Blaine said, gripping the steering wheel so he wouldn't launch over the emergency brake and throttle Sebastian. The thought of touching Sebastian, or Sebastian touching him, made him sick to his stomach. Even more sickening was the idea of what Sebastian might have tried to do had he actually won Kurt in the auction. Blaine shook his head to erase the thought. "I don't even know why you're here."

"Hey, you invited me to come with you, remember?" Sebastian said, putting a hand on Blaine's knee. Blaine huffed a breath in frustration. He grabbed Sebastian's hand and tossed it away.

"Yeah," Blaine huffed with a shake of his head. "I'll know better next time."

Sebastian grimaced. He turned away from Blaine and looked out the car window up at the night sky. He would find a way to be rid of Hummel, and soon.