Kurt stayed a little longer and ate his dinner, talking with Dave about everything, anything, and nothing at all. He was telling the truth when he said he missed talking with Dave. He finally let out everything he had been keeping bottled inside about his relationship with Blaine.

"I guess I just get so intimidated by his money," Kurt admitted. "He has so much of it, and we never seem to have enough."

"Didn't we agree that we were going to teach the kids that money wasn't the most important thing?" Dave reminded Kurt.

"I know," Kurt said, twirling spaghettini on his fork. "I believed that then, Dave. But now..."

"It's still not as important as family...and love," Dave pointed out. "It's okay for you to be uncomfortable with him spending money on you, but you also have to understand that he feels differently. You both need to come to some kind of common ground."

Kurt wiped his mouth with his napkin, nodding as he took in Dave's words. He stood, picking up his plate to take it to the kitchen, but Dave stilled his hand.

"Leave it," he said. "I'll take care of this. Just...go see your man...pick up our kids."

Kurt smiled. Dave stood from his seat and walked over to Kurt, stopping him momentarily. He held Kurt by the shoulders and looked him in the eye.

"Kurt," Dave said, his voice affectionately firm, "no one who matters...no one who loves you...has ever thought of you as a whore...never. And if someone out there can't love you for the person you are, then screw them, right?"

Kurt laughed. Once upon a time, Kurt had visited Dave in his hospital bed, and had told him something similar.

Kurt hugged Dave, holding him in his arms close, in a way he hadn't since he had started seeing Blaine. Dave hugged him back, trying to remember what that closeness felt like one last time.

Kurt  changed into a tight white Henley, Blaine's favorite pair of indigo skinny jeans and a new pair of knee high black Doc Martens that Nick had brought over for him. He checked his face in the mirror, noticing dark circles beneath his eyes and red around his nose from crying, but he didn't want to waste time messing with cover up. Blaine loved him. It didn't matter what he looked like.

Kurt's emotions still warred as he drove to Blaine's house. Dave said Blaine had a good reason for not telling him every thing about the house, and that Kurt needed to give Blaine a chance to explain, but he couldn't help feeling a little sore. He had to be true to himself and wonder - was he upset that Blaine was keeping a secret, or that he had actually doubted Blaine for a moment in the face of Sebastian and Mia's accusations? He had to admit that he was angry with himself for trusting them more than he had trusted the man he loved.

Blaine had given Kurt and Dave the pass code to his gate along with a key to the house so that they could come and go as they pleased. Kurt drove up the driveway and parked beside Blaine's car, noticing that Jeff's Audi and Hunter's Lexus were also parked out front, which meant Nick, Jeff, and Hunter were all there. Kurt sighed.

Suddenly a mountain of doubt set in, and the 'what if's' started to surface. He wanted to be with Blaine, but it was more than that. He needed Blaine. Blaine filled a space in Kurt's heart that he always assumed Dave might inevitably someday fill, even though he never truly fit. He knew everytime he looked at Blaine, every time he gazed into those honey colored eyes, that a life with Blaine was his future.

Blaine heard the key in the lock and felt his heart race. Dave had texted to let him know that Kurt was on his way, and he had started counting the minutes until his boyfriend arrived. He heard Kurt's heavy boot steps walk through the foyer. He wanted to rush over to him, take him in his arms, and tell him everything.

Instead, he grabbed a dish towel and started to clean.

"Hey," Kurt said when he spotted Blaine in the kitchen, amused by the image of his boyfriend scrubbing down the kitchen counter, looking a little out of his element.

"Hey," Blaine said with a glance up to meet Kurt's eyes.

Kurt noticed the quiet, and general lack of children.

"Where are the kids?" Kurt asked.

"They're down the hall in the game room with Nick, Jeff, and Hunter." Blaine sprayed down the stove top with 409 and wiped it clean with a dish cloth.

"But all you have in your game room is the billiards table." Kurt blushed, remembering the last time he had been in there with Blaine.

"Hmm," Blaine responded with a sly smile and a blush of his own. He remembered that particular night fondly, too.

"Not anymore," Blaine said. "Nick came by this afternoon while I was at work. He and Jeff re-did the room for me...made it a little more kid friendly..."

Kurt walked to where Blaine scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain. He hopped up onto a stool and watched.

"You know, if you just spray it and let it sit for a bit, that will come right up..." Blaine looked at Kurt briefly, sprayed the offending spot, and then put down his dish towel.

"Also," Kurt continued, "you really should use paper towels. You're just spreading bacteria by reusing that towel."

"Well, doesn't the 409 kill the bacteria when you wipe it up?" Blaine asked with a genuine look of confusion.

"It doesn't work that way," Kurt said with an amused grin. "Don't you have someone who does that for you?"

Blaine shrugged.

"I used to. I kind of liked the idea of doing it myself," Blaine said. "The kids and I," Blaine gestured down the hall,"made burgers for dinner. Then we had cupcakes for dessert."

Kurt looked at the empty plates, his eyes narrowing.

"With frosting?" Kurt asked accusingly. "You fed Eva sugar!? She's going to go off the wall..."

"Relax." Blaine smirked, ripping a paper towel off the roll and attacking the spot again with renewed vigor. "We got the sugar free stuff. Finn said it would be awful...and he was right..." Blaine tossed the towels in the trash and walked out around the island to collect the rest of the dirty dishes and cups.

Kurt watched him as he moved about the room, thoughtfully collecting each item, stacking them together, waiting for whatever it was that Kurt had come to say.

"Why me?" Kurt asked.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, picking up the plates and cups and putting them into the sink.

"I mean, why would you do all of this for me?"

"Because, I love you," Blaine said solemnly, not looking up from the plate in his hands, his thumb idoly rubbing a spot of frosting.

"That's all" Kurt chuckled, mockingly.

Blaine looked up, fixing his eyes on Kurt's blue ones.

"You haunt me, Kurt," Blaine almost whispered, moving slowly, as if pulled. "You have since the first moment I saw you. And when I did, I was done. My life as I knew it was over, because all I could see was a future with you."

Kurt scoffed, remembering when they first met, finding it hard to believe that the man that called him a prostitute was, in actuallity, imagining a life with him. He rolled his head to look away from Blaine, but Blaine continued.

"And nothing else mattered - not my career, not the show, not Mia or Sebastian. I would have come out then and there."

"Right," Kurt said sarcastically, nodding.

"The more I got to know you," Blaine went on as if Kurt hadn't spoken, hadn't tried to dismiss what Blaine had just said, "it only got worse. I saw you smile...I heard you laugh, heard you sing...met your kids, and that buffoon you live with..." Blaine smiled warmly thinking about Dave, their recent friendship, their conversation about life, school, Kurt...  "I felt your touch..."

Blaine inched closer. "I held your hand..."

Blaine was right behind Kurt now, his chest to Kurt's back. Blaine nuzzled his nose into the crook of Kurt's neck and heard him take a breath. "I kissed your lips..." He kissed Kurt's neck. "I smelled your skin..." He took in a breath, smelling Kurt's favorite shampoo scent - vanilla and jasmine. "I heard you moan..." Another kiss, this time to the spot right beneath Kurt's ear that always made him a little weak. Blaine lingered for a moment, indulging in the feeling of Kurt's pulse quickening beneath his lips. Blaine reluctantly pulled away. Kurt dropped his head slightly, and Blaine rested his cheek against Kurt's hair. Blaine closed his eyes and let himself linger in everything that was Kurt - the feeling of Kurt's soft hair against his skin; his smell; the sound of Kurt's breathing, long and shuddering slightly.

"I held you while you cried..." Blaine continued, hoping against hope that Kurt would turn and take Blaine in his arms. "You told me the story of your life..." Kurt could feel tears slipping down his cheeks, staining his shirt, but he couldn't move, couldn't think to lift a hand and wipe them away, didn't want to breathe too deeply or move at all and break the spell.

"And all I know is that I want to be a chapter in that story, if you'll let me..."

It was the hanging pause at the end of a sentence...a question waiting for Kurt to answer.

"But none of that..." Kurt said, coughing a little to cover the waver in his voice, "none of that is worth all the things you've given us."

"You're right," Blaine said, "you and you're family are worth far far more."

Kurt blinked his eyes, trying to clear his vision. He turned around slowly, looking at Blaine through his eyelashes. He could see Blaine shift his gaze at Kurt's movement, looking at Kurt hopefully. Kurt took the plates from Blaine's hands and put them carefully down. Then he took Blaine's hands in his own, noticing the frosting on Blaine's thumb. Kurt slowly brought Blaine's hands up to his mouth, watching as Blaine watched him. Blaine sucked in a quick, broken moan as Kurt licked the frosting off of his thumb with one long, purposeful swipe of his tongue. Kurt closed his eyes, feeling the soft, fluffy confection in his mouth, letting it melt on his tongue. Kurt opened his eyes and looked at Blaine thoughtfully.

"Oh my God, Blaine," Kurt said at last, a wicked smile twisting his lips, "that sugar free stuff really is awful."

Blaine chuckled. He leaned in to his boyfriend, brushing his lips gently over Kurt's, then moving down over his jawline.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered as Blaine kissed along his skin. "Could you tell me about the house?"

Blaine sighed, looking into Kurt's sapphire eyes.

"Of course," he smiled. He set the dishes down, wiping his hands clean on a nearby towel, then escorted Kurt to the patio. Blaine sat on a padded chaise lounge, straddling it with one leg over each side, and gestured for Kurt to sit between his legs. Kurt sat, and Blaine put his arms around him, pulling Kurt against him as he told him the story of the house, word for word, the way he had told Dave.

Blaine couldn't see Kurt's face, which made it easier, but he felt Kurt's breathing still, then shudder, then his shoulders shake as he began to cry. Blaine held him close, placing gentle kisses in Kurt's hair as Kurt murmured a quiet chorus of 'I'm sorry' and 'I love you'.

Kurt cried himself to sleep, resting his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine sat up slowly, carefully extracting himself from beneath his boyfriend's body. He covered Kurt in a warm blanket and crept slowly back inside the house.

He went into the game room to find Jeff playing Mario Kart with Barbra and Finn, Nick watching on with Elphaba asleep in his lap, and Hunter working with Eva, putting together some colorful blocks in a specific order. It seemed odd to see the kids without Dave and Kurt, but still, what a strange, adorable family he had accumulated. All those years of having no one, and now here he had a house full of kids and friends. He took a moment to soak it all in.

Nick waved when he noticed Blaine at the door watching them. Eva squealed, grabbing at the air in that way that told Blaine he wasn't leaving the room without giving her a hug. He walked to her and held her tight, taking a moment to recognize that he was the only one she let hold this way, and he wasn't about to take a moment of it for granted.

Blaine called Dave to let him know how things went. Dave sounded relieved. He offered to come by and pick up the kids so that Blaine could spend the night with Kurt. Blaine jumped at the offer, and immediately concocted a plan.

Kurt felt a chill run up his spine. A breeze shifted his hair into his eyes. As the veil of sleep lifted, he could make out unusual sounds - the loud chirping of crickets, the leaves on the Eucalyptus trees trembling in the breeze. He opened his eyes, fighting against sleep, and remembering he had been sitting out on the patio with Blaine, and that he had fallen asleep.

Apparently, he had kicked off the blanket Blaine had wrapped around him, and now he was shivering in the cold. He bolted up, racing to the house to find Blaine and warmth.

He pulled the blanket around him as he walked through the quiet house. He peeked into the kitchen, but it was empty. No Blaine furiously scrubbing the stove top, no plates and cups littered about. He continued down to the game room, half hoping Blaine would be there in his leather pants and riding crop.

He saw what Blaine meant about re-doing the room. Boy, but this man never did anything in halves. The billiards table was still there, thank goodness, but now a big screen t.v. took up almost one whole wall. Seated in front of it were six bean bag chairs in different colors. Kurt could make out three separate game systems and a slew of games in a cabinet next to the wall.

Kurt continued to scan the room and saw another cabinet with a door open to reveal box after box of board games - Sorry, Risk, Monopoly, Clue, as well as younger kids' games like Candyland, Hi! Ho! Cheerio, and Hungry Hungry Hippos. There were books and blocks and a folded playpen in the corner. There was so much more, but at this point Kurt was overwhelmed and needed to find his boyfriend.

The quiet house felt a little unsettling to Kurt. He made it all the way to the opposite end of the house without bumping into a single person. He folded the blanket and set it aside, preparing to leave, thinking that maybe Blaine had taken the kids to his house and was there now.

A soft strain of music made its way through the house; light and soothing, just barely reaching Kurt's ears. He followed it back the way he came. As he passed the game room again, he noticed rose petals scattered over the floor, marking a trail for him to follow. He realized that Blaine must have followed behind him quietly, laying the petals in his wake, working his way backward.

Kurt also noticed the color of the rose petals - lavender.

Kurt chewed on the tip of his finger, biting back a smile as he walked carefully over the scattered petals, following the trail as well as the music. He could hear Blaine's voice singing a song he thought he recognized, but he was still a distance away, and Blaine's soft tenor was absorbed by the walls and the wooden floors.

Once he could make out the words, the world stopped. He was stuck to the spot where he stood, listening to words he never thought anyone would say to him.

"...Every breath,
every hour has come to this...
One step closer...
I have died every day waiting for you,
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you
For a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more,
And all a long I believed I would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me,
I have loved you for a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more..."

It was this piano interlude that changed the song entirely, made it completely Blaine's love song to Kurt as he ventured away from the written score and inputted something original, something all his own. Kurt was drawn to this music, to this piece from Blaine's heart that he had never heard before.

The path of rose petals decorating the floor swirled in an intricate and planned design of hearts, all pointing to the piano, and for a moment he wondered if Nick had stayed behind to help since he couldn't imagine how Blaine could put this together in the short amount of time he was wandering down the hall.

Kurt didn't know whether or not Blaine had seen him enter the room. Kurt walked across the wood floor - the same wood floor where they had danced that night when Kurt had first dominated him. It seemed so long ago, when Kurt wanted to remember every moment, thinking he would never see Blaine again. Kurt approached the piano, and heard Blaine's voice again.

"One step closer..."

This time, Kurt answered in his own countertenor.

"One step closer..."

Blaine looked up smiling. He nodded at Kurt, eyes raised, silently asking him to sing the next chorus.

"I have died every day waiting for you,
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you
For a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more..."

There was a sudden swell of music from beneath Blaine's fingertips. Kurt wanted to stop and listen to Blaine sing, but he somehow needed to hear them once together.

"And all a long I believed I would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me,
I have loved you for a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more..."

The effect of the two of them singing together was so beautiful, so startling, Blaine's eyes went wide, his smile brighter. Kurt caught it right away when Blaine decided to add another chorus.

"I have died every day waiting for you,
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you
For a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more...
And all a long I believed I would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me,
I have loved you for a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more..."

"You're voice is amazing," Blaine said before the final strains had even ended.

"Thank you," Kurt said, "though I'm not quite sure it's anywhere near as incredible as yours."

Blaine chuckled.

"Well, I think I can gather together an entire town full of people who saw you sing on top of a piano who might disagree with that statement."

Kurt giggled as Blaine continued to play - a light, lyrical piece that had no words. It seemed to Kurt to be a continuation of that original piece Blaine had included in the song. Kurt slipped beside Blaine on the piano bench to listen.

Kurt watched Blaine play - how his eyelids fluttered closed and his fingers felt out the music over the keys. He swayed slightly as the music swelled or the rhythm changed. He looked so calm and at peace.

He looked happy.

"Blaine," Kurt sighed. "This is what you should be doing." Blaine opened an eye to look at Kurt.

"It's what I wanted to do when I moved to L.A.," Blaine admitted. "But, I don't know. What if people don't take me seriously? What if I put out an album and it's a tremendous flop?"

Kurt looked at Blaine with an incredulous face.

"May I remind you that Paris Hilton put out an album?"

Blaine chuckled.

"Point taken."

Kurt put his head gently against Blaine's shoulder and noticed the thick jacket he wore. Kurt moved back a little and noticed that Blaine was wearing a tux - an honest to God Armani tuxedo.

"Uh, Blaine?" Kurt looked Blaine over from head to toe to make sure he was wearing the pants as well. "Are we going somewhere, because if so I think I'm woefully under dressed."

Blaine settled his fingers on the keys, listening as the final notes of the piece faded away.

"No," Blaine said, turning to face Kurt. "We've never really talked about that night at the gala."

Kurt ducked his head, biting his lip, not too fond of the memory, but not wanting to interrupt.

"Kurt..." Blaine took Kurt's hands and held them. "I truly, honestly, had every intention of telling the world and God and aliens on other planets all over that you belong to me."

Kurt chuckled.

"I know," Kurt said. "I believe you."

"Well," Blaine continued, standing, bringing Kurt with him to his feet. "I also had the whole evening planned." Blaine walked Kurt to the bedroom.

"And since we never got to spend the night together, I thought I would do a little recreating..."

Blaine pushed the door open.

The first thing Kurt saw was the glow of candlelight coming from the darkened room. The smell of vanilla greeted him as he walked through the door. Kurt's jaw went slack as he looked around the room. Almost every surface was beset with candles - tea candles, pillar candles, scented candles - all throwing small diamond shaped flickers of light. The bed, the floor, dressers were all sprinkled liberally with rose petals. Kurt couldn't imagine where in the world they got so many lavender rose petals at this hour of the night. Kurt could see the bathroom door opened a crack. More candles and more rose petals. Kurt looked over the bed and noticed two conspicuous items - a deep purple blindfold and a brand new looking pair of leather cuffs - on Kurt's side of the bed.

Kurt turned to Blaine, raising an eyebrow. Blaine smiled shyly.

"I have a lot more confidence now then I did then," Blaine said. "Do you trust me?"

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes, syrup colored irises melting to gold.

"Of course I do," Kurt whispered, wrapping his arms around Blaine and kissing him sweetly, feeling Blaine's lips try to dominate the kiss. Kurt let him. Blaine tilted Kurt back, deepening the kiss. Kurt let him take control. This was Blaine's game he was playing. He would let him take the lead.

Maybe he owed him.

Maybe it was just time.

Maybe it was time to put the dominatrix on her knees.

"Undress me," Blaine whispered into Kurt's mouth.

This time, Blaine wasn't asking.

Not breaking the kiss, Kurt began undressing Blaine, slipping the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms. He tossed it over the back of a chair in the corner. Kurt's mouth explored Blaine's neck as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly slipping the buttons through the holes with practiced ease. Kurt's tongue danced over Blaine's skin, teasing the sensitive areas that Kurt knew Blaine liked to be kissed.

Soon the shirt joined the jacket. Kurt fell slowly to his knees, eyes locked on Blaine's as he knelt on the floor and untied Blaine's polished patent leather shoes. One shoe, then the other were removed, followed by socks which Kurt rolled slowly down Blaine's calves and pulled off with a flourish, tossing each one playfully over his shoulder. Kurt rose to his feet and turned his attention to the pants. Blaine smiled into Kurt's kisses as Kurt purposefully palmed Blaine through his slacks, feeling his cock grow in his hands as he unzipped the expensive pants and placed them with the rest of the tux. Kurt removed Blaine's undershirt and pulled off Blaine's boxer briefs. When Kurt moved to put his mouth over Blaine's aching cock, Blaine pullled Kurt to his feet with a familiar tutting of his tongue.

Kurt rolled his eyes fondly, enjoying the flattery of Blaine imitating his signature taunt. Blaine sat on the bed, only a foot away from where Kurt stood.

"Strip for me," Blaine commanded.

Kurt's eyes went wide, his lips twisting into a devilish smirk.

Kurt turned away from Blaine, bending in half at the waist in order to remove his boots, giving Blaine as nice a view of his ass as he could manage in the tight jeans he wore. He heard Blaine inhale sharply as Kurt slowly unlaced the boots, one at a time, shifting his legs slightly every so often to change Blaine's view. Boots and socks removed, Kurt turned, closing the distance between them. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, removing it inch by sensuous inch, uncovering himself only a bit at a time. He tossed it carelessly on the chair before slowly unbuttoning the fly to his jeans. One button after the other slid suggestively through their button holes under the skillful manipulation of Kurt's fingers. Kurt could tell by the hungry look in his eyes that Blaine enjoyed the show, liked being teased by Kurt sliding the tight fabric over his skin, revealing creamy, pale skin; strong, muscular thighs; and his taut, firm ass.

Of course, Kurt wasn't wearing any underwear.

Blaine grabbed Kurt as soon as he jeans were tossed, pinning his arms behind his back and taking Kurt's cock into his mouth. Kurt shuddered, legs wobbling as Blaine's tight, hot, perfect mouth surrounded him, sucking with purpose.

It was all a clever distraction, Kurt realized, when he felt his arms pulled behind his back and locked together at the wrists.

"Hey," Kurt whined jokingly. Blaine removed his mouth from Kurt's cock and stood.

"Now, now," Blaine said, turning Kurt to the bed and settling him down onto it, carefully negotiating Kurt's bound wrists. "I'm going to take away your sight. If you're not careful, I'll take away some other things. You don't need to talk, either, you know."

Kurt bit his lip with a playful smile as Blaine climbed over him and tied the blindfold over Kurt's eyes.

Kurt had never been blindfolded in his life, though he had done it many times to other people. Kurt marveled at how losing his sight seemed to heighten every other sense. The only things that mattered in that moment were the comfortable weight of Blaine's body straddling Kurt's hips, Blaine's lips traveling all over his skin, and the warm slide of Blaine's cock as it slotted against Kurt's.

Kurt realized that Blaine didn't ask Kurt to do anything other than enjoy being under him, taking away his ability to see so he could focus on feeling Blaine's body against his, with out any need or ability to reciprocate.

Being vulnerable like this, putting his faith in Blaine's hands, made Kurt feel oddly beautiful, desired, cared for. The heady feeling washed over him, made him flush with color. He felt the heat as it rushed along his skin.

"How beautiful is my black swan?" Blaine murmured, as his lips brushed over one of Kurt's nipples, causing him to jolt at the delicious contact. "How gorgeous is my angel?"

Kurt squirmed beneath Blaine's words, his soft, sultry voice followed by kisses Kurt could not predict - a nibble of his lower lip, a tongue swirling slowly around his belly button, a gentle press to the pulse on his neck, a long stripe painted along his cock from base to head. Blaine licked around Kurt's ankle bone. Kurt jerked, bending his knee in surprise at the intense pleasure. Blaine chuckled, holding Kurt's leg down as he did it again, watching in awe as the pale skin dominatrix writhed at his touch, lips parted, breathing heavy, cock twitching with every slow lick.

Blaine ran his tongue up the side of Kurt's leg to the back of his knee, where he stopped to lick in slow circles again.

This earned Blaine a high pitched whine.

"Blaine!" Kurt moaned.

"Shhh," Blaine chastised, moving up Kurt's body to attack his mouth with tender kisses and small bites of his plump, pink lips. "Now, now. None of that, or I'll absolutely need to find a way to keep you quiet."

Kurt nodded, trembling at the sure sound of Blaine's sultry voice. Kurt sighed, willing himself to relax. Blaine moved up to Kurt's ear, nibbling at his earlobe as he sucked it into his mouth.

"None of that, either," Blaine whispered. "I want you to fight me...just not too much."

Kurt smiled. He was beginning to understand what Blaine liked, and it wasn't total submission. It was the struggle, feeling Kurt's body writhe beneath him as Blaine fought to keep him still, hearing Kurt whimper as Blaine admonished him to keep quiet, threatening Kurt gently with punishment he may or may not dole out.

Blaine didn't need to tell him to fight. Try as he might, Kurt's body would not behave under the assault of Blaine's mouth and his tongue. Kurt bit his lip so many times as he tried to stifle his own whimpering, he was sure it was about to bleed. Blaine seemed to be everywhere over him - his palms caressing his ass as Blaine sank his mouth over Kurt's cock once again, pulling him in thrust after thrust with his hands moving Kurt's hips; Blaine bringing Kurt nearly to completion by sucking on Kurt's nipples one after the other, quickly licking around each with his tongue; Blaine lavishing attention to the backs of both knees, his curly hair tickling Kurt's thighs as he struggled to stay still.

Blaine carefully rolled Kurt over onto his stomach, and with no warning, attacked Kurt's tight entrance with his tongue. Now Kurt simply couldn't keep quiet, and when he moaned too loudly, Blaine bit him hard on the swell of his cheek. Kurt yelped, biting down on a pillow to stifle his groaning as Blaine spread him again and licked him slowly - much more slowly than when Blaine did this the first time. Every pass with Blaine's tongue sent sparks that started from Kurt's cock and spread out like a star burst shooting down his limbs. Over and over those sparks flew as Blaine's tongue continued to lick, one slow drag after the other. Kurt wanted Blaine in him desperately, but he didn't want this torture to end. He craved Blaine, but right now he wanted Blaine's control over his body.

Blaine pressed against him, dipping his tongue into his hole with shallow thrusts as he let his hands wander, his fingertips brushing lightly over Kurt's skin. When the tingle from Blaine's fingertips and the electricity from Blaine's slow thrusts met, Kurt arched his back and keened, unable to fight his own moaning.

"I need you, Blaine," Kurt gasped into the darkness. "Please, I need you."

Kurt's words went straight through Blaine's body, straight to his heart.

Kurt didn't say he wanted him. Didn't say he loved him.

He said he needed him.

Blaine slid up beside Kurt.

"What do you need, baby?" he asked Kurt sweetly. Kurt smiled.

"I need you, Blaine," Kurt replied. "I need you to make love to me."

Blaine kissed Kurt slowly.

"Your wish is my command, beautiful," Blaine said.

Blaine helped Kurt to his knees, unwilling to unbind his wrists or take off his blindfold. Blaine took a bottle of lube from his night stand and quickly spread the thick liquid over his own cock. He didn't stretch Kurt with his fingers, knowing Kurt preferred to be stretched slowly over his cock.

This angle was perfect for entering Kurt, but it took an amazing amount of patience to do it correctly. Blaine didn't want to hurt Kurt. He knew Kurt could take it if he accidentally did. Kurt was the epitome of strength, more so than anyone Blaine had ever met. That didn't mean he ever wanted to hurt him.

Not unless Kurt wanted him to. Not unless Kurt gave him permission.

Blaine could play all the games he wanted with Kurt, but Blaine was still his sub, and always would be.

Blaine needed this moment to be perfect for Kurt.

Blaine entered Kurt slowly, holding Kurt's hips steady as he moved, breaching the tight ring of Kurt's muscle and taking a few hesitant, shallow thrusts, barely even entering him with the whole head of his cock.

Kurt moaned at the feeling of Blaine's self control, his slow stretch around him, and the mind numbing burn of his own muscles as they fought to keep him hovering just barely over Blaine's lap.

Inch by slow inch Blaine moved, watching the muscles of Kurt's back quiver, feeling the slight tremble of Kurt's thighs against his own. Forward he would move until he felt Kurt stiffen, then pull back to give Kurt time to adjust, then in again slowly, just a little farther each time. Back and forth this dance went on until Blaine pulled Kurt the final few inches into his lap, wrapping his arms around Kurt's body as Kurt sat flush against him.

"There you are," Blaine whispered. "That's where you belong."

Kurt rolled his head back onto Blaine's shoulder, letting him hold Kurt as long as he wanted. Blaine was right. Wrapped in his arms was exactly where Kurt belonged. That's the place that felt like home.

It took a long time before Blaine could convince his body to move, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in Kurt's heat, never wanting that feeling to end. His need to pleasure Kurt far outweighed his own, and Blaine moved, dragging in and out of Kurt's body, setting a slow but steady pace.

Blaine didn't wrap his hand around Kurt's cock right away, even though he knew it was aching to be touched. Instead, he let his hands travel along Kurt's skin, mapping out the definition of his muscles, playing across the tight nubs of his nipples, massaging over Kurt's strong thighs and kneading at Kurt's shoulders.

Wrapped up in darkness and unable to free his hands, Kurt absorbed all of Blaine's strokes and touches, imagined Blaine's tan skin blazing a trail over his body, Blaine biting his own pink bottom lip, Blaine straining to slide gently in and out of Kurt, bucking up a little harder every once in a while to brush that spot within Kurt that made him quiver and moan.

The sound of Kurt's moaning was a special reward to Blaine. He coveted it, along with the feeling of Kurt tightening around him when Blaine slid into him perfectly. Blaine wanted to capture this moment and keep it, everything about it - Kurt's alluring scent mixed with his own, Kurt's smooth skin against Blaine's rougher skin, Kurt's hair tickling Blaine's face as he licked delicate circles over his shoulders, and Kurt's breathy gasps as Blaine bucked up beneath him and set him on fire.

Blaine knew just what to do to ignite Kurt, and also what to do to keep him at a slow simmer.

But now Blaine wanted the fire. He wanted to light Kurt up and feel him burn.

Blaine wrapped his fingers around Kurt's cock and held him, squeezing gently as he started to pound, letting Kurt fall forward into his hand with every upward thrust.

"That's it, beautiful," Blaine urged as he moved smoothly and swiftly in and out of Kurt's body, Kurt surrounding him with his heat, clenching around him with his fire. "There you are, baby," Blaine whispered as he found Kurt's special spot again and again. "Let me hear you. Show me how much you like it."

Kurt's head rolled on his shoulders, biting his lip against a moan that had no intention of being silenced. Without his sight and without his hands, he felt like he had no control. Everything he felt came from Blaine, and Blaine seemed to know how to play him.

Kurt could feel the heat from Blaine inside him spiraling, gathering deep within, ready to explode. Blaine smiled against his shoulder as he brought him closer, coaxed the fire out of him. Kurt couldn't see him, but he could hear him whispering in his ears. Those words tumbled from his lips, rolled over his skin, scorching everywhere they touched.

"My beautiful black swan...all tied up for me...can you feel what you make me do?"

Blaine's teeth bit gently into Kurt's skin. Blaine left a trail from shoulder to shoulder. He started to pump Kurt slowly, not even trying to match his thrusts, just enjoying the languid slide over Kurt's skin.

"You're gorgeous, Kurt..." Blaine continued. "You're gorgeous, and you're mine. Remember that, Kurt. You belong to me."

Kurt knew in theory the effects praise had on subs, but he'd never really felt those effects until now, when he was tied up and at Blaine's mercy. But Blaine was being gentle with him.

"We..." Kurt stuttered, "we belong...to each other, Blaine."

"Always?" Blaine whispered. It was an unusual shift in his demeanor, but there it was. The sub in Blaine, rising to the surface, begging for acceptance.

"As long as you'll have me," Kurt reassured him.

Blaine undid the blindfold with one hand, letting it fall from Kurt's eyes. He pushed gently on the back of Kurt's head, ducking it down toward his chest as far as he could comfortably go.

"Open your eyes, baby," Blaine prompted. "Watch me make you cum."

Kurt blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light. Kurt watched Blaine's hand slide slowly over his cock, watching Blaine's dark fingers on his pale skin. Kurt moaned at the sight, bucking his hips slightly to watch the head of his cock breach through the hold of his fist, connecting the tingles in his body with the movement of Blaine's hand.

"Nngh...oh, Blaine..." Kurt bucked up faster, feeling Blaine follow with his own thrusts behind. Blaine's relentless assaults were perfection, but added to that the view of his own cock caressed by this strong man's hands, it all became too much, and Kurt knew he was going to cum.

Blaine could feel Kurt's hips begin to convulse, felt him squeeze around him.

"That's it," he whispered. "Cum for me, Kurt. Fall for me, and I'll catch you."

Kurt had never really paid much attention to the reaction of his own body when he came. He always knew when it was about to happen, always pinpointed the moment his orgasm was about to wash over him. He was always much more attuned to the needs of others, though, which left no time to think about himself.

Now, he could see it. He could see that moment when the muscles in his legs and stomach tightened, watched his hips stutter as his limbs filled with an undeniable crackle of energy. He focused on the blood that was swiftly draining from his head, making him a little dizzy. That moment when it all came together, when his whole body wound around itself like a spring and then released, energy spiraling out through his body like a roller coasted, he came. He watched with an erotic fascination as he spilled white over Blaine's dark fist, his eyes fixed to the sure movements of Blaine's hand pumping him slowly through his orgasm.

"Oh, Kurt..."

The sight of Kurt watching Blaine bring him to orgasm, watching himself cum over his fist, pushed Blaine to the limit. He bit down on Kurt's shoulder hard as he came inside his boyfriend's incredible body. Blaine knew he was marking his boyfriend, biting down harder than he normally would.

Kurt smiled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sweet sting of it.

It was about time Blaine left his mark.

Kurt couldn't wait to come down from his incredible orgasm before he spoke.

"Where did that come from?" Kurt asked breathlessly as Blaine wiped his hand on the blindfold and tossed it away. Then he wrapped his arms around Kurt and held him, reluctant to leave his body.

"From you," Blaine panted. "I never had that inside me. You put it there."

Kurt sighed against Blaine, leaning back to place a small kiss on Blaine's temple.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt said. "With all my heart, I love you."

Blaine smiled, holding tight to his dom, his lover, his Kurt.

"I love you, too, Kurt Hummel," Blaine whispered. "With all my heart, I love you."

Connected together, on a bed of lavender rose petals, surrounded by a quiet symphony of flickering flames, it sounded almost like a vow.

Blaine unlocked Kurt's cuffs, and led him to the bathroom. Blaine drew Kurt a hot bath, and sat Kurt inside, kneeling beside the tub to wash him carefully while the water filled the tub. Kurt grabbed his hand, pulling at his wrist gently, looking over him with quietly pleading eyes. Blaine stepped inside the over sized tub and settled between Kurt's legs, resting his head against his chest.

On the brink of succumbing to exhaustion, both men washed each other, wrestling with sleep and the allure of the warm water to finish with the bath before the decision whether or not to sleep was made for them.

It was Kurt who ultimately rinsed their bodies of the soothing bath oil, dried them up, and get them under the covers. He wrapped his arms around his sleeping boyfriend and held him close.

Kurt smiled.

"I definitely think I'm going to marry you someday, Blaine Anderson," Kurt confessed into the dark, smiling as he drifted off to sleep.

Facing away from him in the dark, Blaine smiled, too.

The next morning, Kurt woke to the sound of his iPhone chirping. Thinking it was Dave, he grabbed it quickly, preparing to spring out of bed and head home, even though he couldn't remember anything specific planned for the day.

The text was from a number he never expected to see again, a part of his life that he had left behind a long time ago. Former fairy godmother and Vogue. com editor Isabelle Wright had sent him a picture message. Kurt nearly fumbled and dropped his phone in his rush to open the message.

'Look what Anna messaged me from upstairs. You've been holding out on me ;)'

Kurt watched the message finish loading and saw a familiar photo. It was the picture Kurt had taken of Blaine in his bedroom the other night. There was Blaine, posed like a God in front of those sheer curtains. But, how did Isabelle get a hold of it? The phone chirped again. Another picture message. He opened it, cursing as his iPhone took its sweet time loading the image. This time Kurt could see the photo was actually part of a screen shot from Isabelle's tablet. Kurt could see the photo and the name of the website - a popular gossip site he'd been on himself once or twice. He couldn't make out anything else in the blurry picture. Kurt immediately opened a browser window and accessed the website, biting his lip as he waited for the first page to load. He wondered how he was going to find the photo in the sea of articles.

He didn't need to wonder. It was the first thing that loaded on the page.

He saw the picture of his sexy boyfriend. As he scrolled down he saw another photo, this one of himself from the gala, dressed in the suit he had designed. Kurt scrolled down further until he found the caption.

"Hot, hot, hot! Blaine Anderson seen in this photo dressed to kill in a retro glam boy out fit by up and coming Los Angeles based designer Kurt Hummel (pictured below, also wearing one of his own original designs). Rumors abound that this hot new designer is doing more than dressing up the sexy Sing star."

Kurt was shocked. His mouth hung open comically as he stared at the screen.

His phone chirped again.

'I thought us Ohio-ans were supposed to stick together. :('

Kurt opened the next message in awe.

'Anna's words, and I quote, "Get him back. I don't care what it takes".'

Kurt giggled, trying to make sense of what all this might mean.

'I know you're married to California, so how about some freelance? Maybe give me the scoop on Kurt Hummel designs? Pllleeeeaaaasssseee call me. XO'

When Kurt came to from the shock, he looked over to Blaine's side of the bed where Blaine appeared to be conspicuously absent.

Kurt threw on a robe and padded out the door.

"Blaine!" Kurt called out, knowing his boyfriend had to be behind the leaked photograph. "Blaine!"

Kurt could hear the game room television, and made a bee line in that direction. He pushed open the door and saw Blaine standing in front of the t.v., mouth slightly agape himself as he flipped channels. Blaine looked surprised, but his smile was undeniable.

"Blaine!" Kurt said in a stern voice as he approached his boyfriend. He held up his phone with the gossip site still on the screen displaying what Kurt thought would be a private boudoir photograph.

"I know you had something to do with this."

Kurt couldn't help smirking. How could he be mad? Any press was good press after all. He might even get a little notoriety from this. Since he wanted to be a designer in Hollywood anyway, this might be a good stepping off point.

He got a little annoyed when it seemed his boyfriend wasn't paying any attention to him. Kurt reached out for the remote to the t.v. He turned as Blaine continued to flip, his mouth falling further in shock to see the same shot from the website, big as day, on every single channel.

Kurt and Blaine turned to each other, eyes wide, matching expressions on their faces.

Kurt's stepping off point had just turned into a cannonball of epic proportions.

Then, Blaine's cell phone began to ring.