Your whisper, so clear
The world disappeared
I've fallen to the darkness
It's impossible to express
I move, confused
I'm wrapped up, I've sinned
So tired I'll never be free
Oh I don't fight the feeling

-Get Back in My Life by Maroon 5-

Blaine leaned back in his chair and looked around his office. It was his final week at the law firm of Huntel, Wellington and VanSant. Blaine thought about it and decided that overall, he'd had a good summer at HWV. He'd made a ridiculous amount of money, learned he could really use his powers in the legal arena, and decided that corporate law was definitely the way to go. Working in the corporate division for the past few weeks, had been great. Jack Taylor, the attorney over corporate, really seemed to like him. He had taken Blaine under his wing and allowed him to accompany him to intense negotiation meetings and court appearances. Blaine regretted being out of the office the week before. He would have loved to spend more time working with Jack. He considered staying an extra week, but he knew Kurt was eager to get to Paris to collect his things. Plus, Blaine was ready for a vacation. This summer had kicked his ass. He and Kurt would go to Paris for a week and then go to Biarritz, France. They were renting a house just a few miles from the beach. They would stay in Biarritz for a week or two and then decide what they wanted to do next. Thankfully, school didn't start until September 15th. They would have a few weeks to just relax and do nothing.

Blaine didn't have anything to pack up. The only personal item he had brought to the office, was a photo of Kurt. He picked up the photo, looked at it closely, and smiled.

Kurt.

Blaine closed his eyes and breathed deeply as his dick hardened.

Their relationship reset was in full affect.

And Blaine was in heaven.

Just like the week before Kurt left for Paris, his enslavement bond to Blaine was strengthening, but now it was on steroids. It was as if everything that happened was causing the enslavement to grow stronger and tighter to protect them and prevent them from separating. Kurt's enslavement consumed him. He was submissive, obedient and willing to let Blaine have full control. And the darkness pushed Blaine to grab that control and never let go. Blaine's command and dominance over Kurt was growing stronger everyday. Blaine was surprised at how quickly things were progressing, but he figured it was a reaction to Jace's attack. Kurt's leaving had left the darkness and Blaine in danger. Neither was ever going to allow that to happen again.

Mike Huntel appeared in the doorway.

"Hey, Blaine. Got a minute?"

"Of course." Mike came in and sat down.

"Well, last week. I hope its been a great experience for you. We've certainly enjoyed having you."

"It has been a great experience. Thank you for the opportunity."

"Thank you for agreeing to spend the summer with us. Your work has been outstanding. You are going to make an excellent attorney."

Blaine didn't say anything. Mike continued.

"I hope you will consider coming back next summer."

"Oh, I don't know. I'd like to see how my first year goes and I want to make sure I get well-rounded experience." Blaine watched Mike closely and spoke slowly. "I might even look into spending sometime in the city prosecutor's office."

Mike didn't flinch. "They don't pay as well as we do."

Blaine smiled. "I'm sure that's true."

"Well, the reason I stopped by was to find out if your boyfriend was back in town. I'd like to have the two of you over for dinner this Saturday if you're available."

"Sure. That sounds good."

"Great. Samantha and I will be delighted to have the two of you join us."

Mike stood up and walked to the door. He paused and turned back around.

"Blaine...I'm sure I don't have to remind you that we are the number one law firm in the city. Probably the entire east coast. But more importantly...we are a firm that values its attorneys and their special...talents. We pay top dollar to those who bring their unique legal gifts to our practice. We also understand the importance of getting out of the way and allowing bright and talented people to do their thing. You won't find that at other firms. Just something for you to think about as you contemplate your future."

Blaine nodded. "Of course. Thanks."

Mike sighed deeply as he headed to his office.

Mike played hard.

He also played dirty.

He did not like to lose.

He was not going to lose Blaine Anderson.

On Wednesday morning around 10:00 am, Kurt sat nervously in a cafe down the street from Warren's office. He had finally called Warren and arranged for them to meet for coffee. He was going to meet Blaine for lunch at 11:30 am, so he figured he could chat with Warren for an hour, before heading to the restaurant to meet Blaine. He was nervous about meeting Warren. First and foremost, he knew Blaine would be furious with him for going behind his back. Kurt had gone back and forth about asking permission, and decided against it. If he asked, and Blaine said no and then he went and met Warren anyway, he would be disobeying his master. Assuming he could disobey Blaine. These days Kurt was sure it was physically impossible for him to say no or disobey Blaine. His mind and body just wouldn't allow it. Despite the fact that he technically wasn't breaking any rules, knowing Blaine would not approve, was screwing with his head. He didn't want to disobey Blaine. He didn't want to do anything to get himself punished. They had gone online and Blaine had shown Kurt all the positions he could put him in using the spreader bar. No, Kurt did not want to get punished. But as he looked at the pictures, his body disagreed with his mind. His body was hoping Kurt would hurry up and fuck up soon.

Warren came rushing in, ten minutes late.

"Kurt!" Warren wrapped him in a big hug. Ohhh...Kurt always felt so good, pressed against him.

"Hi Warren."

Warren sat down and looked at Kurt. They hadn't seen each other in almost three months.

"Wow, Kurt. You look amazing. I mean...you always look great but...you really look amazing. Did you change your skincare routine?"

Kurt looked slightly horrified. "Certainly not. I perfected that routine through months, almost years of trial and error to determine the best combination for my skin. With the exception of tiny adjustments, I do not sway from perfection."

Warren laughed. Kurt was gorgeous.

Warren ordered a coffee and listened as Kurt told him all about Paris. When Kurt stopped to take a sip of his coffee, Warren asked the question that had been nagging him since their last conversation.

"It sounds like it was all going well. So, why are you back here for good?"

Kurt had decided he wasn't going to lie. He wasn't any good at it anyway.

"Blaine needs me. We tried to be separated from each other and...it just doesn't work for us. We need each other. I missed him so bad and he missed me. I decided Paris wasn't worth being away from him."

Warren felt the familiar boil of anger laced with fear that swirled in his stomach whenever the subject of Blaine came up. Especially when the discussion was around Blaine holding Kurt back from his dreams.

"Kurt...this is such bullshit! Why? Why do you let him do this to you? Kurt...your relationship with Blaine is fucked up. A fucked up, unhealthy, hot mess! You are smarter than this! Why do you stay with this asshole?"

"Because I love him!"

"Why? Why do you love him? Do you really love him or are you scared of him? Kurt...if you are with him out of fear, I'll help you. I know what he can do and I'm not scared. And, I'm not just saying this so I can replace him. But, you do deserve so much better than a controlling, asshole, freak of nature."

Kurt stood up. "Enough! Shut up! I. Love. Blaine. That's how it is, Warren. That's not going to change, and if you can't accept it, then we can't be friends. I will not allow you to insult Blaine and insult my intelligence. Yes, I know it's weird and strange and sounds totally crazy, but it's what I want. I decided years ago that this was what I wanted, and six years later, I haven't changed my mind. I love him, Warren. I know you don't understand. That's fine. But, I'm not going to keep having this argument with you. It's exhausting. So, either get over it and get over me or...stop calling me."

Kurt headed towards the door.

"Kurt! Wait!" Warren ran and caught up with him outside.

"Kurt...I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to start a fight, its just...I hate to see you give up so much for him. Your relationship is so one-sided. You're always sacrificing for him. What about you? Does he ever sacrifice for you?"

Kurt allowed a slight smile to play across his lips as he lightly laughed. "Oh, Warren. You have no idea what Blaine has sacrificed for me." His strength, his power, almost his life.

"What? What has he sacrificed for you?"

Kurt shook his head. "I'm not going to play this game with you. I've spent the past four years, defending Blaine to you. I'm not doing it anymore. Like I said Warren, either accept it and get over me and move on or else, our friendship is over."

Warren took Kurt's hand in his. "Fine. No more arguing over Blaine. But remember...if you ever..."

Kurt interrupted. "Yes, I know. Drop it."

"Okay."

They strolled along in silence towards Warren's office. Once they were outside, Warren took Kurt's hand again.

"Just for the record, I did try dating someone."

"Ooo, do tell."

"His name was Alex. He was cute. We went out quite a bit this summer but then...I don't know. I got the sense that he was seeing someone else. Or at least, sleeping with someone else. Things were going fine and then he disappeared for like, an entire week. All of sudden, every night he had plans. Then when I finally saw him at the end of the week, he could barely walk. I knew he'd been letting someone fuck him, but he denied it. Then a few weeks ago he disappears for three days. Doesn't show up to work, doesn't call. When he does call me, he tells me he's sick and can't get out of bed. I go see him, and he is in bed, but he doesn't look sick. He looks well fucked again. I decided to let him go. He's been calling me but...I'm done."

Kurt felt so sad for Warren. All Warren wanted to do was love someone.

"The right guy will come along. Someone who deserves you and your kind heart and all that love you are dying to give away."

Warren looked into Kurt's eyes. Kurt shook his head sadly.

"But it's not me, Warren. I have my love. A crazy, sick, passionate, hot, enslaving love. And I'm happy with it."

"Yeah, I know."

Kurt gave Warren a tight hug, holding him a bit longer than necessary. He knew he wouldn't see him for awhile. It was hard for him to do things he knew Blaine wouldn't like.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay Kurt."

Kurt turned to walk away.

"Kurt?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I know."

As Blaine left his office at 5:00 pm, he sent Kurt a text.

B – I have a stop to make on my way home. Keep dinner warm. Should be there by 7:30 pm. Love U.

K – Yes master. Love U.

Blaine hailed a cab and rode to a nondescript building in Brooklyn. He told the cab to wait for him.

He rang the buzzer and looked directly into the security camera. A voice came through the speaker.

"Ah, Mr. Anderson. Come in."

The door unlocked and Blaine entered.

He walked down a flight of steps and into a showroom.

"Good evening Mr. Anderson. Nice to see you again."

"Thank you. Your text said it was ready."

"Yes, it is. And may I say, your taste and design is exquisite. It is truly beautiful."

Blaine sat down and opened the box. He looked at his custom made purchase and nodded approvingly.

"Your craftsmanship is outstanding. It's exactly what I wanted. Thank you."

"Certainly. May I be so bold as to ask if I may use the design for other customers? It really is magnificent."

Blaine thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No. This is a one of a kind creation for a one of a kind man. I don't want others to have it."

"Understood. I will respect your wishes."

"Thank you."

Blaine tucked the box into his bag, handed over an envelope of cash, and headed back out to the cab to go home.

X-x-X-X-X-X

That evening Kurt's submissiveness was at an all time high. He was sure it was triggered by his illicit meeting with Warren. When Blaine walked through the door, Kurt walked towards him and fell to his knees in front of him. Blaine looked down at him as the darkness started swirling around, growing hot with dominance and control. He caressed Kurt's hair and ran his finger down his cheek and lightly across his lips. Damn, Kurt's lips were so pink and soft. Just like silk.

"Good evening, Kurt."

"Good evening, Master."

"Did you miss me?"

Kurt pressed his face against Blaine's groin and whispered. "Yes."

"I have a gift for you."

Kurt looked up in excitement. "What?"

"After dinner."

As they ate, Blaine told Kurt about Mike's invitation for dinner. Kurt was excited, but then frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Kurt sighed. "I have an outfit that would be perfect for this dinner. Of course, it's in Paris."

"You may go shopping tomorrow during the day."

Kurt's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes."

"Thank you master."

After dinner Blaine waited until Kurt cleaned the kitchen and came to sit beside him on the couch. Blaine stood up and took off his clothes. He sat down on the bed and leaned back on his hands. Kurt knew what this meant. Kurt stood up and walked to the center of the room. He slowly removed his clothes. He stood there, waiting. Blaine moved to the edge of the bed.

"Come kneel in front of me, Kurt."

Kurt walked over and kneeled. Blaine leaned down and kissed him. It was a devouring kiss, full of hot desire and demand. The kiss left Kurt breathless and turned on. Blaine stared into his eyes, but did not trap him.

"Do you belong to me, beautiful?"

"Yes master."

"Do you want to belong to me?"

"Yes. Yes Blaine. Always. You are my master. Always."

"Go sit at your vanity."

Kurt moved to the vanity and looked at himself in the mirror. Blaine stood behind him, his hands on Kurt's shoulders. They stared at their reflections.

"When I took your K&B necklace I told you I would replace it with something. This is that something."

Blaine held a silver collar in front of Kurt. It actually looked like a choker necklace. It had ten hearts, tastefully spaced, and in the center of each heart was a diamond. Engraved on the inside part of the necklace were these words:

Kurt Hummel, Beautiful Slave of Blaine Anderson

Kurt held the collar in his hands and read the inscription. He studied the necklace.

"Do you like it?"

"Oh, Blaine. Yes. It's beautiful. I love it."

"Then let's put it on you."

Blaine took the collar from Kurt and gently placed it around his neck. It was slightly tight, but comfortable. Kurt had a feeling it was slightly tight, on purpose. He loved Blaine for that small detail. Kurt leaned his head back, and Blaine gave him an upside-down kiss.

"You're mine, Kurt. All mine."

Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. I'm yours. All yours. You are my master. I am your slave. I belong to you and only you."

Kurt stood up and Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist, pulling him close. Kurt ran his nails down Blaine's back and kissed him softly.

"You are my master, Blaine. You own me. I belong to you. You possess me. You control me and I love you. I love you. I love you."

Blaine kissed Kurt deeply and slowly maneuvered them to the bed. He continued kissing him, working his way down his neck. Kurt held his breath, willing him to continue his soft kisses and touches. He needed this, so bad. To be loved and not just fucked.

Blaine started licking down his chest, twirling his tongue around Kurt's nipples, licking his way all the way down to his cock. He slowly licked Kurt's cock and then lightly licked at his balls, taking them gently into his mouth and sucking. Kurt dug his nails into the bed. Ohhh. This. This. This. Blaine licked around Kurt's entrance before sliding his tongue inside. Kurt arched his hips and moaned, spreading his legs as wide as possible. Blaine continued licking softly before replacing his tongue with two fingers. He gently twisted them as he inhaled Kurt's cock into his mouth, sucking firmly, yet gently and sensually. Kurt was losing his mind. So good. So, so good. This was what he needed, wanted, so badly. Blaine sucked him until he could sense Kurt's orgasm rising. He let go of his cock and looked into his eyes. "Come for me, beautiful. Come hard." He took Kurt's cock back into his mouth and quickly deep-throated him. Kurt yelled as his orgasm flowed from his body and into Blaine's mouth. Blaine swallowed and then moved up to slide himself inside of Kurt. He moved slowly, deliberately and gently. The darkness wrapped around them and gently pressed Blaine in, deeper. Kurt was a melted puddle. He wrapped his arms around Blaine and whispered as he cried.

"Oh, Blaine...my master... I love you. Your slave loves you. I love you so much, master."

Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes.

"I love you, Kurt. I do. But...I need to know you won't leave me. I need...control of you. I have to have it Kurt. I have to."

"You can have it, Blaine. It's yours. I'm yours. Control me. I'm your slave. You are my master. I belong to you."

"I promise to obey you, Blaine. I promise."

Those words sent Blaine over the edge. He came powerfully, the heat of his cum causing Kurt to gasp and cry out, digging his nails into Blaine's back.

After a few minutes, Blaine rolled off of Kurt, and Kurt shifted to lay his head on Blaine's chest. Blaine wrapped his arms around him.

"You may never remove your collar. You are my slave. Forever."

"I'll never take it off. You are my master. Forever."

Friday.

Last day.

Blaine was greeted by a Farewell and Good Luck sign, hanging over the door of his office. Throughout the morning, people stopped by to offer advice on law school and to thank him for spending the summer at the firm. Blaine appreciated all the advice and well wishes. With the exception of the Andrew Montiel case, it had been a good summer and would look outstanding on his resume.

Naturally Kurt didn't find an outfit on Thursday, so he asked for permission to go shopping again on Friday. Blaine agreed. He decided to enjoy his last lunch as a working guy alone in the restaurant across from the building. He was actually glad to be alone. It gave him time to think about tomorrow night's dinner with Mike and Samantha. Blaine was sure there was more to this dinner than just sharing a meal. He figured he would finally learn what Mike really wanted with him, and how he knew so much about Blaine's powers. Blaine wanted to know before starting school. His powers were supposed to be a secret. It was dangerous for people to know. If Mike wasn't careful, Blaine might have to kill him. If possible, he'd spare Samantha.

"So, wonder boy is leaving." Blaine looked up.

Dave Taylor.

Blaine had avoided Dave after the Jamison case. Dave didn't like him to begin with, and liked him even less after Blaine's assistance on the case. He also knew Dave wasn't stupid. Dave knew Blaine had done something. He just didn't know what.

And he wanted to know.

"Yes. Time for me to start school."

Dave plopped down in a chair and frowned at Blaine.

"Uh huh. As if you need law school. I wanna know. I wanna know how you stared the truth out of Jamison."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just asked him a few questions."

"Sure. Questions I'd been asking for six fucking months. You did something. I don't know what, but you are going to tell me. You owe me at least that. You made me look bad in front of my client and another attorney."

"Actually, I think I made the firm look good in front of a client and impressed the hell out of another attorney. That's good for the firm. For all of us...well, you. You're all on the same team, right?"

"Fuck no. No one at HWV is on the same team. It's every attorney for themselves, all trying to kiss Mike's ass to get a partnership and the perks that come with it. But you stroll in and get the corner office, the gym membership and weekly lunch with the founder, as if you've argued and won a case before the supreme court."

Dave leaned close to Blaine and lowered his voice.

"Are you fucking his daughter or...sucking his dick?"

Blaine rolled his eyes and sighed. Why was his life full of assholes? All he wanted was to practice law and be with Kurt. His dad, Phil, Warren, Jace, this asswipe. Why did he attract assholes who practically begged him to kill them?

"I'm not fucking or sucking anyone, except my boyfriend. What about you Dave? When was the last time you got some ass?"

Dave glared at him. "You're gay? So was this summer an affirmative action program for gays?"

"No. I just think Mike is looking for talent. True talent. Not losers who are too lazy...or stupid to win cases."

"Why you little prick! You haven't even graduated yet! Just you wait. Wait till you are..."

Blaine was tired of this shit. Time for Dave's memory to disappear. He stared into Dave's eyes, trapped him and erased his memories of Blaine being in the Jamison meeting. When he was done, Dave blinked and looked at him.

"What were we talking about?"

"Nothing. We were getting ready to walk back to the office."

"Oh. Okay."

At the end of the day, Mike stopped by. He held out his hand.

"Well Blaine, thanks again. For everything."

"No problem."

"We'll see you and Kurt tomorrow night? Around 7:00 pm?"

"Yes, we'll be there."

"Good. I'll see you then."

As Blaine rode down on the elevator, he wondered if this was the last time he would be in the offices of Huntel, Wellington and VanSant. He figured he'd know his answer after tomorrow's dinner.

Friday night.

Punishment night.

Blaine had decided that Friday evenings should be relaxing. Instead of Kurt cooking dinner, Blaine would either bring something home, they would go out or order in. They might watch some TV or a movie.

And then Blaine would torture the hell out of Kurt.

Since Kurt had been out shopping all day, they decided to order pizza. Blaine sat on the couch while Kurt sat at his feet. Blaine hadn't told him to sit there. Kurt just placed himself there. Blaine liked this. It turned him on.

They watched a few reality shows, laughing at the craziness. They discussed their travel plans. They were leaving for Paris on Tuesday. Kurt couldn't wait. He was looking forward to showing Blaine his flat, having him meet Etienne, and taking him to his favorite cafes. They both were excited about Biarritz. They agreed to do absolutely nothing but sit on the beach all day, and screw all night.

Speaking of screwing...

Blaine stood up and pulled the spreader bar from under the bed. Kurt's eyes grew wide and his breathing sped up slightly.

"Stand up, Kurt."

Blaine walked over to him and started kissing his neck. Kurt froze. Did Blaine know he had met Warren on Wednesday?

"One of the problems we have had this summer... actually for the past four years, is an issue around the dynamics of our relationship. I am the master. You are the slave. But I've often allowed you to forget that. That forgetfulness has caused you to get out of control. Things are much better now. Much, much better. Actually, fucking fantastic, but, I think it's important that we we have a strong, weekly reminder of who is the master and who is the slave." Blaine leaned close to Kurt's ear and softly whispered. "You need to be reminded that you are at my mercy."

Kurt was shaking. His heart was beating fast and his cock was achingly hard. Kurt closed his eyes. Why did he love this? He must be crazy.

"Take off your clothes and get down on your knees."

Kurt slowly undressed and knelt down. Blaine grabbed a blanket, folded it into a square, and had Kurt kneel on it.

"Forehead to the floor, wrists back by your ankles."

Kurt did as he was told. Blaine stood behind him and attached Kurt's wrists and ankles to the bar. Kurt was locked into place and spread open. He couldn't move.

Blaine stood up and walked all the way around him. Perfect.

"How do you feel, beautiful?"

Kurt took a deep breath. "Trapped."

"That sounds wonderful. You should be trapped. Trapped and unable to move. Because if you are trapped and unable to move, you can't leave me."

Blaine released the control, wrapping it around Kurt's body. Kurt moaned as it tightened around him, leaving him completely immobilized. Blaine kneeled behind him. He took the head of his cock and gently teased Kurt's entrance, smearing the precum around the tight hole but not pressing forward.

"I really like this position, Kurt. Your ass is helpless and at my mercy. I should leave you bound like this when I leave for class everyday. Then I'll never have to worry about you leaving."

Kurt's mind was racing. He felt so exposed and powerless. He was truly at Blaine's mercy. The feeling of being tied up like this, on top of the control...he was drowning in surrender to Blaine.

"Should I fuck you like this, Kurt? In this position, you will feel every inch of my cock, pounding into your hole. Would you like that, Kurt? Do you want me to fuck you hard?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Yes. He was crazy.

"Yes...please.."

"Are you sure, beautiful? I'm not going to go easy on you. I want you to feel it. I'm going to take over your ass. I want you to feel it and remember who you belong to."

"Yes...please...Blaine...fuck me. Fuck me master...fuck me..."

"How do you want me to fuck you Kurt?"

"Fuck me like you own me."

Enough said.

Blaine pushed forward slowly, settling all the way in. Kurt let out a long, low moan as he felt Blaine's cock fill him completely. Yes, he could feel every inch. Every single glorious inch. Blaine rocked forward slowly, teasingly hitting Kurt's prostrate. Kurt started making a high-pitched wailing sound. He tried to wriggle around, but couldn't. Oh, sweet mother of...fuck. Kurt had never dreamed that being fucked slowly could be worse than being fucked hard and fast. This was torture beyond anything he had ever endured.

Blaine pulled out slowly and then slid in again, this time faster and a little harder. He slowly increased his speed until he was gliding, smooth and hard into Kurt's ass. Kurt grunted with every thrust. Low, sexy grunts that drove Blaine crazy.

"Who do you belong to, Kurt?"

"I...be...long...to...you..."

"What does it say on your collar?"

"I...be...long...to...Blaine."

"Again!"

"I...be...long...to...Blaine!"

By the time Blaine came, Kurt couldn't speak anymore. He just groaned and grunted in agony. A sweet, sex inspired agony, that felt incredible. He needed to come, bad, but he couldn't speak. He felt delirious with sexual desire and arousal. He was going to come without permission and just suffer the consequences.

Blaine had pulled out and was kneeling behind Kurt, recovering from his powerful orgasm. He knew Kurt was suffering. Blaine cruelly took his finger and slid it into Kurt's cum-filled ass, twisting it around teasingly.

Kurt wailed.

"Don't come, Kurt."

Kurt screamed. "Please!"

Blaine added another finger. "You may not come, slave."

Kurt was trying to move, to do anything to stop the ecstasy filled agony he was in, but he was completely bound. He started wailing loudly.

"Please master! Please!"

Blaine slid two more fingers in and out of Kurt's red, dripping wet hole. Kurt screamed. He was about to lose it.

Blaine removed his fingers, bent down and licked.

That did it.

Kurt lost.

He came with an ear-piercing scream. His body shivered and convulsed, but didn't really move due to the restraints and the control. Kurt screamed and screamed and then passed out.

Blaine gently unlocked him from the bar and pulled in the control. He lay on his stomach, on the floor, next to Kurt. Kurt's face was covered in a sheen of sweat. His body was relaxed, and Blaine was sure there was a small smile on his face. Blaine leaned over and gently kissed Kurt's lips. So beautiful. As he lay there staring at Kurt, he was overcome by his love for this beautiful man. Because he did love him. So much. Too much. He couldn't help it. Kurt brought out all the love in Blaine. The only love that existed within Blaine. Blaine decided the love wasn't bad. It was a strength.

As long as he had complete control.

I know the last two chapters were intense. I promise, Klaine love ahead.