Chapter X

Blaine knocked the door, swallowing hard when a tall intimidating man with a baseball cup opened it.

He didn't know how he'd pictured Kurt's dad in his mind. Every time his lover talked about his beloved single parent, Blaine's mind just pictured a tall slim man's body in a suit with an interrogate sign in the place his head should be.

Burt Hummel was tall, yeah. But he wasn't the businesses man Blaine thought he would be.

On second thoughts, he never asked Kurt what his father did for a living.

Actually he never asked Kurt anything about his father, probably the only person Kurt interacted with besides him and Mercedes and for sure the one that Kurt loved the most, and he also practically made him change the subject when he tried to tell him something about him.

Well, he'd surely been a prick.

Burt's eyes were what caught his attention. Not in a romantic way, of course. He had a pair of bright green eyes that reminded Blaine of Kurt's when he was sleepy. The difference was that Kurt didn't look at him like he could kill him.

Oh, yeah. He'd been staring at the man for way too much time.

"I-uh. Hi!"

Great, he sounded like a chipmunk. Blaine cleared his throat.

"Hi" he repeated, this time it was maybe a little too low. "My name is Blaine Anderson, sir; I go with Kurt to school."

The name seemed to catch the man's attention, making one side of his mouth quirk in a little smile.

"Oh, Brittany, I was sure I was going to meet ya' today" the man grinned, crossing his arms on his chest.

Now Blaine could understand what Kurt was talking about when he said that his father's smirk was driving him nuts.

"Uhm, my name's Blaine, sir."

The man grinned wider. "That was what I said"

"Y-Yeah. I was hoping maybe I could see Kurt?"

He wassucha badass.

As fast as the grin came, it went away; being replaced with a big frown on the older man's face.

"Well, he left a few minutes ago. I think he was going to your house. He didn't exactly say anything since I picked him up. But when we arrived here he just hopped out of the car and said he was going to Brittany's house."

The man seemed worried, sad even. But: Why did he keep calling him Brittany?!

"Uhm, what –what happened to him? You said you picked him up?"

He didn't know exactly what was he doing talking with his lover's father. But the man seemed as worried as him – if not more – and Blaine didn't have the heart to just hop in his car and drive away.

"That teacher, William; he said that Kurt tripped in the shower and he just nodded when I asked his if that was what happened. But I know my kid, and that wasn't his I-tripped-in-the-shower look. But he ran outta' here so fast that I couldn't even talk about it with him. I'm just rambling about my frustration, ain't I?"

"Uh-no, you answered my question. I will- I will just go to see if Kurt's at my house, I guess. Maybe he'll tell me what's going on. Thank you for your time, Mr. Hummel."

"Kid" The bald man called when Blaine was two steps away from his car "Tell my son he can stay over at your house tonight if he needs it. But no funny business! Or I will have your head on a plate."

Blaine gulped. "S-sure, sir. I'll tell him"

"Take care of my son, Anderson."

He nodded almost hysterically as he hopped onto the driver seat.

The car drive seemed like an emotional carousel for Blaine.

In such a small gap of time, like less than two hours were, he had gone through every single mood he thought existed.

He had gone from worried to hysterical when Kurt had disappeared; then he was really pissed when he had to speak nicely with the counselor, who really drove him nuts. Blaine really disliked the woman for an unknown reason. He felt really confused with himself when he said that Kurt was his had that thought popped from? Of Kurt being his boyfriend. Less than two days earlier he was trying to convince himself that they were just fucking and that he didn't do relationships.

What had changed?

It was so easy to tell Mrs. Pillsbury that he and Kurt were boyfriends. He didn't even have to think about it before saying it. It just made sense like: Why would Kurt be afraid of him? They were boyfriends. Kurt wouldn't date someone he was afraid of.

But they weren't dating.

And Kurt could be afraid of him. Blaine was just an asshole who tricked him to be his slave. An asshole who intimidated people with his glares or clothes and that punched jocks so they'd stay away from him... and Kurt.

If he was lucky, maybe the weird woman and the Spanish teacher won't tell anyone that he and Kurtwere dating.

Back to the feelings, he could admit that he was a littletooafraid of the older Hummel at first. Then he felt a little bad for the poor man who wanted to know what had happened to his kid.

But the final feeling was what confused him the most.

When Burt told him to take care of Kurt, he'd felt kind of angry which was actually just jealousy.

Being jealous of someone just because he had a caring father made him feel sick. Being jealous of Kurt made him feel even worse.

His feelings were betraying him, he thought. Why did he feel jealous? He didn't need any parents, he was okay on his own. So, why feel jealous of something he didn't need? Let alonewant.

Something was going on with him; first calling Kurt his boyfriend and actually considering him his, and then feeling jealous 'cause he didn't have caring parents that gave a fuck about him and realize, like Burt Hummel did, that something was wrong with him 'cause they'd actually knew his different faces or moods.

His inner battle finished when he saw a beautiful angel seated on his house porch.

He saw how Kurt automatically stood up when he saw his car, wrapping and un-wrapping the edge of his silk scarf around his fingers.

Blaine couldn't help but run straight to the porch to hold the pale boy in a bone crushing hug when he got out his car; his hands roaming over every part of Kurt's body he could reach, getting the boy's clothes out of place and making a mess of the formerly perfect coiffed hair.

But Kurt didn't do anything. He kept his hands fisted on Blaine's dark green shirt and his head on the leather covered shoulder, letting him do whatever he wanted to. He didn't even made a noise when Blaine ran his hands through his hair. Kurtalwaysgrowled when Blaine touched his hair.

Even when they were practically cuddling after sex.

His hands wandered to cup his lover's face and he looked at his eyes...His lover's swollen and reddened eyes because of the crying.

"Kurt! Kurt, are you okay?"

"Yeah, everything is good. Why do you ask?"

There was something bad with the way he was talking, like he didn't care. Because of the swollen skin a few freckles stood out his eyes were a dark bluish-gray.

"Because it seems like you cried your brains out. You are not okay, Angel. Don't lie to me. Tell me what happened."

He almost growled when his lover rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Okay, I'm not okay. I tripped in the shower and hurt my leg and ribs. I just cried 'cause of the pain. I didn't want to tell you 'cause I'm afraid you'll say something stupid like you won't fuck me if I'm in pain. 'Cause I'm not in pain, I'm okay. And I want to be with you" he finished with a low voice, wrapping his arms around the bad boy's neck.

Blaine wanted to scream.

Why was Kurt lying to him? He knew that wasn't what happened. He knew something wasn't right. And he knew Kurt was trying to use sex to distract him from asking him questions.

Even when the tone Kurt used was sexy and his crooked smile, inviting; it hadn't reached his eyes. Which were clouded and emotionless.

"Take me to bed?" The chestnut haired guy nuzzled against his cheek and pecked his lips quickly time and time again.

"Only if we talk when we finish" he said trying to be firm.

"Are you that fast that you haven't even got a boner and you're already thinking about what you're going to do when you're finished? If you hadn't had fucked me for hours the past few days, I would surely thought that you were... Uhm, like superquick."

"Kurt, you know what I'm saying. We're going to talk when you finish acting like you want to ravish me. Also, your father saidhe expected you to be home by dinner" he lied.

He knew that he would want to ask a million questions of Kurt if he spent the night. He also knew that Kurt would try to distract him by seducing him and Blaine wasn't sure if Kurt really wanted to have sex. He flinched away every time he tried to caress his back or face, even if the blue eyed guy would try to look like nothing had happened a few seconds after.

Kurt groaned, hiding his face on the crook of his neck. He felt the warm breath and the puffy lips ghosting above his skin, making him shiver.

"Kurt?"

"Can we please go inside? I want you to fuck me."

Okay, there was a little desperation in Kurt's eyes that worried him even more.

If someone had told Blaine that he was going to prefer talking to a guy instead of fucking him a week ago, he would have surely laughed in their face. But, right then, he didn't want to fuck Kurt; he wanted to know what the hell had happened to him, why was he lying and why was he acting so strange and didn't want to talk. But he couldn't do anything when Kurt slipped his hand inside his back pocket to take the keys of his house, he couldn't do anything when he took his hand and guided him inside. He just kissed him back when the beautiful guy wrapped his arms around his neck once they were inside, and placed his lips on Blaine's.

Usually, he would be the one touching every inch of skin he could reach, the one grinding himself against Kurt and pushing him to the walls or the first horizontal surface he'd found.

But he couldn't.

Blaine just stood there, with his hands on his lover's back (not even on his lower back); his thumbs caressing over the simple white button up and his lips sucking Kurt's bottom one.

Even when the pale guy had one hand fisting his hair and the other, his green shirt and he was trying to fuck his mouth with his tongue, Blaine kept his lips barely opened and Kurt's bottom lip between them, almost forcing him to slow down.

But Kurt just needed to whine a little bit, pout another more and then Blaine opened his mouth to let him in; which made him sigh and smile before licking his way in.

"Take me to your room, Blaine" he murmured against his lips.

The usually perfectly coiffed boy already had one of his long legs wrapped around his waist, waiting for Blaine to grip his other one and carry him to the , instead of carrying him like that, Blaine slid an arm behind his knees and the other around his back, carrying him bridal style.

At first Kurt kicked a little and protested, probably surprised at Blaine's movement, but then he just hugged him even tighter and started kissing his neck.

It was a little risky trying to walk upstairs carrying a guy. Even more when said guy was making his body shiver as he kissed his neck and blew on the wet skin there. Blaine just stood for a few seconds on the step, his eyes closed as he tried to calm his breathing a little bit and stop the shivering; what wasn't easy when Kurt was still trying to suck his whole neck inside his mouth.

"Angel, stop a second. Can you? You're really distracting me and I need to get us to my room"

"Uh-huh" Kurt smirked against his skin before sucking a new patch of skin.

Groaning, Blaine took a deep breath and almost jumped the last steps; grinning like an idiot when he reached the always beloved first floor. If he wasn't holding Kurt in his arms, he surely would have done a victory dance or punched the air. But the boy was in his arms and running his teeth along the lobe of his ear.

"You're trying to kill us"

Kurt just giggled, tightening his grip on Blaine's neck.

He didn't know what exactly was happening with Kurt, but he felt really remorseful for liking the playful side of his lover that he was showing.

Still letting the pale guy attack his neck but less hurried to get to his room, Blaine practically dragged his feet on the carpet until he reached his bedroom and then he stopped abruptly.

He had totally forgotten about what he had been working on since he left school that morning.

At the sight of the decorated room, Kurt jumped off of his arms and got into to take a better look.

After that much time, almost every candle was unlit except two or three, but the nightstand light was still on so everything was fully on display. There were two silk scarves knotted on each side of the bed's headboard and one more thrown on the middle of it. On the nightstand were a row of different sized dildos and vibrators, next to them a can of whipped cream.

Maybe it was a little too much, he thought as he saw all the items he'd got when he was thinking with his other head.

"Were you, uhm, going to tie me up?" Kurt asked, his cheeks and neck flushed dark red.

"Not to spank you or something like that, I swear! I-I just thought it would be kind of fun, having control of what's happening for a little bit. But now I think we can watch a movie or you can help me with my math homework or we can... can, uh, clean the house?" he asked under Kurt's intense gaze.

"No, I don't want to clean the house. I think I liked the idea of having control. Would you let me, Blaine?"

"Let you do what?"

"Tying you to the bed and having control of what we'll do."

Sighing, Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt and pulled him so they could both sit on the bed.

"Angel, we don't have to do this.You don't have to do this. No matter how many times you want to tell me that you're alright and that nothing happened or tell me that stupid story about how you fell in the shower, I know that something isnot right, okay? You're trying to distract me and you can barely look into my eyes. So I want you to know that you don't have to do anything. If you want, you can go to your house and we can even forget everything about the bet. If you want we can stay here and just talk or eat something or we can watch a movie or..."

"Blaine, stop!" Kurt let go of his hand to hold his face, looking him right into his eyes."I won't go. I want you to fuck me; Ineedto feel you inside of me. And I'm okay; I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to. Now, can youpleasekiss me? Yes? Thank you."

Sighing again, Blaine gave up.

If that was what Kurt really wanted, they'd have sex. But it'd be at Kurt's pace.

So when the former tutor straddled his lap and placed his hands on his chest to kiss him, he just placed his own on the denim covered thighs, feeling them tense as fast as he touched them, and opened his mouth to him. He opened his arms when Kurt started sliding his leather jacket off and he lay in between all the pillows when he pushed him back.

The roles were reversed, he thought as he lay with his legs parted and his hands at both his sides; a position that reminded him a lot at the one that Kurt stayed at when he was the one exploring his body.

Kurt hands were rolling his shirt up to his armpits, so he just rose a little bit to completely take it off. Once it was on the floor with the jacket, the pale guy straddled his hips to run his hands from his waistband to his hands, running along his ticklish sides, tracing his abs, pinching his nipples. He was a lot more delicate when he touched him than Blaine was when he manhandled Kurt.

The soft cold hands felt so fucking fantastic on his scalding skin and he loved the focused expression his angel had as his eyes followed his own fingers. As the other guy took his time to explore his chest and arms, Blaine took his time looking over every inch of the porcelain face.

Even when his eyes were clouded, Kurt had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They changed color; who else had such changeable eyes? They normally were bright blue, but sometimes were green and greyish. Right after Kurt would come, his eyes would be dark green but they were darkbluewhen he was excited. They were fascinating.

Kurt was taking one of his hands when he woke up from his daydream, taking his hand to knot it to the headboard with the silk scarf, actually.

Blaine couldn't believe he was actually letting him tie him to his own bed; to any bed. But that was what Kurt wanted and he wasn't going to interfere with what his lover wanted; at least, not when he seemed to need it.

He wondered if maybe Kurt was tying him because he didn't want Blaine to touch him. After all he had flinched every time he placed his hands on him the past hour.

Once his both hands were tied tight to the headboard he looked at his lover's face, which showed he was content with his good work tying him.

"Kiss me, angel?"

He hadn't even finished talking before Kurt's mouth was on his. Maybe it was the security with Blaine's hands tied and that he had complete control of the situation which made Kurt kiss him sweet and tenderly, not trying to ravish his mouth as he did before. He took his time teasing Blaine's tongue with his own, sucking his lips one by one on his mouth, scratching them with his teeth and wetting them with his tongue. He pecked him on the swollen lips time and time again, and then he delineated his jaw with his small pecks, entertaining himself a few moments sucking and biting the edges of it.

Blaine saw his lover crawling back to unzip his boots and jeans, throwing them along with his boxers on the floor.

He was more than comfortable being naked with a still half clothed lover, something that a lot of people never could be. He loved the sight of Kurt's eyes as they roamed along his naked skin. He loved knowing that he liked what he saw.

"Won't you throw your clothes away too, baby?" he teased.

"No yet. I still have plans for you."

If his hands had been free, he would have grabbed the pale face between them and kiss Kurt until their lips and jaws ached. The blue eyed boy was taking the "being in charge" thing a little too seriously and he wanted to remind him who the master was...

... which he also had problems remembering when Kurt sucked his whole cock into his mouth.

Blaine swore that his Kurt was born to suck cock. To suckhiscock. He hadn't had much experience yet but he gave the best head Blaine ever had. It wasn't technique or anything like that; maybe it was that he seemed to enjoy sucking it. Most guys just did it like it was an obligation before he fucked them. Not that he expected them to do it, he didn't like doing it and he didn't do it so he didn't know why they sucked him if they didn't want to. It didn't make sense to him.

Back to Kurt, who was bobbing his head up and down his shaft, he really seemed to enjoy it; moaning and going for more as the minutes went by. He kissed his way down to Blaine's balls, still pumping his cock with his hand as he sucked one of them inside his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, doing the same with the other one when he finished with it.

"Kurt, angel, stop.Urgh,St-top! I'm going to come." Kurt hummed happily. "I thought you w-wanted me to fuck you.Fuck!"

The groan Kurt made when he let go of his cock was like he had practically said "Boo, you whore",which made him laugh.

"Are you laughing at my lack of skills sucking cock?"

"Are you crazy?!You practically sucked my brain out!

" Yeah, he was the best at sweet talking and giving compliments.

"I- I mean, I really liked it angel. I loved it. I was, uhm, sort of laughing 'cause you seemed to be enjoying it more than I did, and that doesn't mean that I wasn't enjoying it, it means that you seemed to be having the time of your life. And you looked terribly pissed when I told you to stop."

Kurt blushed from the top of his head to his fingertips. "Uhm,Ireallylikegivingyouhead" he said with a small voice, almost to himself.

It was the first time that day that he saw Kurt showing some emotion instead of that horrible horny façade. The dark blue eyes shined a little bit when Blaine smiled sweetly at him. He wanted to run his fingers along the smooth cheek so bad.

"More than you like kissing me, angel?" he feigned a pout.

Giggling, Kurt straddled him again and held his face between his hands to kiss him deeply. His lover tasted like him and, far from grossing him out, it turned him on so badly.

"No, there's nothing that I like more than kissing you." Kurt smile faded when he realized what he said.

"That's more than great, 'cause there nothing that Ilovemore than kissing you, my baby." He puckered his lips, asking for a new kiss.

Kurt gave him another half-smile and leant down for a new kiss. As it got heated, the taller guy started undoing his pants before standing up to throw his own clothes off.

As always when he got to see his lover's body naked, Blaine became breathless. He was so beautiful that it was hard to believe he was actually there with him.

"You're so stunning" he whispered when Kurt kneeled besides him on the bed "You weremade for me, weren't you, babe?"

With his eyes shut tight, Kurt made a disgusted noise and a pained face.

"Are you okay, angel? Is there something wrong? Damn these things" He cursed the silk scarves that held his hands away from his angel.

"It's- It's okay, Blaine." Kurt shook his head and blinked a few times. "I just need you inside me"

Placing his hands on Blaine's abs, Kurt straddled him again. This time, his pussy hovering above his more-than-hard cock. It didn't feel like the entrance was wet enough and yet Kurt was trying to get him in.

Blaine saw the pale boy take a condom from the nightstand and roll it down on the hard shaft, making him grit his teeth at the amazing sensation.

"Kurt, angel, wait. Won't you touch yourself a little bit? I don't think you're wet enough and I don't want you to hurt."

The pale boy shook his head again as he kept trying to line Blaine's cock to his entrance, which was difficult without any helping hands.

"No, it's okay. I want you in,now."

"Kurt..."

"NO! I need you inside me, Blaine. I need you so bad."

With a little scream he finally got Blaine inside of him. It hurt him. Blaine knew that he got hurt doing it so fast and not being prepared for it. He tried pulling the knots, but they didn't even move a little.

"Angel, baby, are you okay? Untie me and I take care of you, babe. Kurt? Angel, you're worrying me here."

Kurt mumbled something like "I'm okay" as he thrust his hips experimentally.

Even when Blaine tried to talk him out of it, Kurt started grinding his hips and fucking himself on Blaine's cock, both of them groaning and biting their lips.

Resting his hands on each side of Blaine's head, Kurt leaned down to crush their mouths together. No teeth, no tongues, just their lips pressing against the others as their hips continued moving together.

The pale boy shifted the angle of his thrusts until the head of Blaine's cock was hitting that spot inside him that made his eyes roll back in his head. That was when he started grinding his hips erratically and biting Blaine's shoulder, driving him insane too.

Blaine wanted to touch him, he wanted to run his hands along the pale back and grip his ass as he fucked himself onto his cock. But he couldn't and he didn't know if Kurt would be that loosened up if his hands were free and he could take control of the situation on any minute. So he just relaxed against the pillows, lifting his hips to meet Kurt's and enjoyed the sweet suction of Kurt's pussy wrapped around his cock.

He was almost there because of the great blowjob Kurt had given him, but he didn't know if he could wait for Kurt to be there too.

"Angel,huh, I don't- I don't think I'm g-going to last much longer."

Kurt nodded frantically and fucked him even harder, screaming his release a few thrusts later. For Blaine's sake he kept grinding until he came too, moaning his name and digging his nails into the flesh of his palms.

Kurt fell on him, trying to breathe normally again, the pale thighs still shivering above his own. But, as soon as the guy got back his breath, he stood up and started getting dressed.

"Angel, what are you doing? Come here and rest with me. Or, at least, untie me. My wrist aches."

Like he hadn't heard at all, Kurt kept searching for his clothes and putting them on clumsily. When he was ready he knelt on the bed, next to Blaine's head, and untied his hands.

"Kurt, talk to me" he whispered grabbing both his hands "What's wrong?"

"I've gotta go, Blaine. I have to go home"

He felt the hands between his trying to shake him off, but he just grabbed them tighter.

"Kurt, what's wrong. I did everything you wanted. Now I need to know what's going on"

"I can't" he sobbed "I can't do this now. I really need to go now, Blaine. But I swear I'll be here tomorrow and then we can have our weekend together. If you still want me."

"I do, of course I do. I'll- I'll call you tonight, okay? If you want just tell me how are you feeling and hang up on me, I just want to know how're you doing. Angel I don't want you to go. I don't like knowing that you are sad and I'm not doing anything to help you"

"But you are" Kurt kissed him on the mouth "You let me fuck you when I asked you to and now you're letting me be alone, 'cause I need a little time for me... to think. You're doing everything you can to help me. I'll wait for your call tonight, okay?"

Blaine nodded and let him kiss his mouth one more time. Then he just lay there as he saw his beautiful angel walk out of his house.