You build me up, you knock me down

Provoke a smile, and you make me frown

You are the queen of runaround

You know it's true

-Shiver by Maroon 5-

"Blaine?"

Kurt walked into Blaine's loft, loaded down with groceries. The loft was empty. Perfect.

Kurt put the bags down in the kitchen, hung up his coat and turned up the heat. Then he got to work. It was Friday. Usually on Fridays the boys ordered pizza or Chinese or went out to dinner. But tonight Kurt planned to make one of Blaine's favorite meals. Steak, grilled veggies, wild rice and cupcakes for dessert. He was setting the stage to tell Blaine about Paris. It had been a week since he mailed his submission packet and Professor Aberdine told him the design house had already called her, asking for a verbal recommendation. She was sure Kurt was a top contender. If he got the position he would be expected to arrive in Paris on June 20. He would be gone for one year.

As he listened to Professor Aberdine, Kurt realized something.

He wanted this.

He wanted this bad.

Really, really bad.

He had to tell Blaine.

Kurt kept an eye on the clock. As it neared Blaine's arrival time he took a quick shower and put on his apron. He turned on some music, set the table and tried to calm his nerves. Blaine always knew when he wanted something. He didn't want to be so obvious this time. He wanted to bring this up at just the right moment. Maybe after sex. He jumped when he heard the key in the lock.

"Hey!" Blaine was thrilled to see him. Gosh, Kurt was so damn beautiful.

"Hi." Why did Blaine always look so damn good? Couldn't he look bad just once?

"Wow! This is an awesome surprise. What a great way to end a great day." Blaine put down his things, took off his coat and wrapped his arms around Kurt. He kissed him, soft and slow at first and then with a little more urgency. Kurt pulled away.

"Uh uh. Dinner first. I worked very hard on this meal."

"Okay. Dinner first. Kurt for dessert."

"Cupcakes for dessert."

"I want a Kurt cupcake."

Kurt giggled. "I might have some icing leftover. We'll see."

Blaine went to take a quick shower. As he stood under the water, he thought about how great this was. Coming home to find Kurt naked, in an apron, with dinner ready. This was what Blaine wanted every night for the rest of his life. This every night, and a partnership at HWV would make his life perfect.

Blaine threw on some boxers and a shirt and sat down at the table. Everything looked and smelled delicious. He waited for Kurt to sit down. He beamed at him. "I love you Kurt. I love you so much. Thank you. Thank you for this. For everything. You make me so happy."

Kurt smiled, but Blaine's words only made him more nervous. At least Blaine was in a great mood.

"You're welcome. So, how was your day?"

"You will never believe what happened today. So, I went to meet with Professor Murray to talk about the summer..."

Kurt listened and grew increasingly anxious as Blaine told him about the HWV internship.

"And Professor Murray says it pays really well. I'm not sure what that is yet, but if it pays really, really well, you can take a break this summer and just hang out with me. We can have a fabulous New York City summer before you start looking for a job in the fall and I put my existence on hold for law school."

Kurt felt like crying. Blaine was smiling and looked so damn happy. Happier than Kurt could remember seeing him in a long time.

Kurt knew the past three years had been hard for Blaine. Kurt had been determined to learn and experience all he could, and that sometimes meant neglecting Blaine. After the battles of freshman year, Blaine stopped fighting and allowed Kurt to do any and everything he wanted to do, except go home with Warren. Despite Blaine's desire for them to live together, Kurt had lived in the dorm all four years. He only lived with Blaine the summer after freshman year. That summer had been amazing. Every night they came home to each other. They would download about their day while Kurt made dinner and then they would collapse into bed, make love and fall asleep wrapped around each other. On the weekends, they enjoyed the city. Free concerts, art shows, shopping, clubbing. They had done it all and had a ball. And Blaine had been so happy.

But for the last two summers, Kurt asked to live in a huge loft with 4 other design students from Parsons. They were all doing the same internship and Kurt wanted the experience of discussing fashion and hearing creative thoughts and ideas from other designers. Blaine had been furious. They had fought viciously and Blaine threatened to make Kurt stay with him, but eventually he reluctantly gave in.

Blaine tried to keep O's words in his mind. Listen to your love for him versus your control over him. Blaine had decided that, if he was patient now and allowed Kurt to do all the things he wanted to do, once they graduated Kurt would settle down. He would move in with Blaine and work while Blaine went to law school. Kurt would be home every evening to take care of him. Everyone had warned him to be prepared to sacrifice his life for the next three years, and Blaine was fine with that. Kurt would take care of him. And after law school, once he made partner, he would take care of Kurt. He would give Kurt everything he wanted and maybe, just maybe, Kurt would consider being a stay-at-home husband.

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

Kurt took a deep breath. Should he bring this up now or wait? He looked at Blaine and decided to go for it. There was never going to be a good time.

"I've been thinking about the summer as well."

"Oh?"

Kurt closed his eyes.

"I've applied for an internship with a design house in Paris. It's more like a year-long contract position. Sometimes they turn into permanent positions, but I would never take a permanent position. I-I just want to go for one year. Then I'll come back and find a job here until I'm ready to open my own studio."

Silence.

Kurt opened his eyes.

Blaine was staring at him. Expressionless. His eyes black.

"Blaine..."

Silence.

"Blaine...please say something."

Silence.

"Blaine...please..."

Blaine didn't speak to Kurt the rest of the evening.

Kurt cried silently as he cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen. Blaine took out the garbage. Kurt counted the minutes until he returned. He was convinced Blaine was going to leave and not come back.

For the first time ever, they went to bed in silence. Blaine laid on one side of the bed. Kurt on the other.

Kurt cried himself to sleep.

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, Kurt woke up and found himself in bed alone. He sat up and looked around the loft. Blaine was standing, looking out the window. He didn't turn around. He just started talking.

"I've always been honest with you, Kurt. Honest about what I need from you. About what it means to be with me. I've always asked you if you understood what it would mean to be with me. I've told you a million times that you can never leave me. And yet..."

He turned to look at Kurt.

"You're always trying to leave me."

Kurt trembled a little. Blaine's eyes were still black and Kurt could feel the heat rolling off his body. He could sense the darkness. It was hot and it was angry.

"Of course, it's not your fault. This is my fault. You're the slave. I'm the master. I fucked up. I spoiled you. I love you so much that it makes my heart hurt, and I find it so fucking hard to deny you what you want, so I've spoiled you. I've given you everything you wanted. I've let you do everything you wanted since we came to New York and now, you're spoiled. You don't know how to take care of me and apparently, you don't want to."

Kurt wasn't sure if it was his enslavement to Blaine or the deep, strong love he had for him or something else, but hearing Blaine say that Kurt didn't want to take care of him felt like a knife through his heart. Kurt jumped off the bed, ran across the room and fell to his knees in front of Blaine. He looked up at him, tears rolling down his face.

"That's not true! That's not true! I love you Blaine! I do! I do want to take care of you!"

Blaine looked down at him and screamed. "Then why are you always trying to leave me? You always want to leave me!"

Kurt was sobbing. "I don't want to leave you! But...I-I want to do this. I need to do this!"

"You need to take care of me!"

Kurt started crying harder. Blaine reached down and pulled him up to his feet. He stared into Kurt's eyes. Kurt was surprised by the pain and agony he saw in Blaine's eyes. They were no longer black, but still darker than normal. Blaine's voice was very quiet.

"I'll release you Kurt. I'll release you from your enslavement to me. I'll free you so you can go." He reached out to place his hand on Kurt's chest. Kurt's eyes grew wide with fear as he realized what Blaine was about to do. He jumped back.

"No! No! I don't want to be free! Blaine, I love you!"

Blaine stepped forward to try again. His voice, full of anguish.

"Please Kurt...don't fight me on this. I'll release you and you can go and do whatever the hell you want." He tried to touch Kurt again. Kurt ran across the room.

"No! No! No! No!"

"Kurt..."

"No!" Kurt was hysterical. He was shaking his head and crying. "No! I'm yours and I want to be yours! I want to be your slave! Please Blaine..." Kurt fell to his knees, crying. Blaine walked over and knelt beside him.

"Kurt...let me do this for you. I love you and yes, I want you, but...I'll release you so you can go and do all the things you want without me holding you back."

Kurt shook his head. "Please Blaine...please. I don't want you to let me go. I want to be your slave."

Blaine looked at him for a moment and then attacked him, pushing him to the floor, trying to press his hand against his chest. Kurt screamed.

"No! No!"

"Kurt! Just let me release you!"

"No!"

Kurt tried desperately to wiggle out from underneath Blaine. He kept trying to flip over, but Blaine was far stronger than him. Suddenly, Kurt's hands grew warm. He placed both of his hands on Blaine's chest and pushed. Blaine went flying across the room and slammed into the side of the bed, landing on the floor. Kurt crawled backwards to the wall.

"No! No! No! I don't want to be released. I love you!"

They sat in silence. Kurt stared at Blaine as Blaine stared at the floor. Kurt wanted to go to him, but he was scared. Scared Blaine would try again to release him. Blaine finally looked up and read Kurt's mind. He sighed.

"It's okay, beautiful. I won't try again."

Kurt slowly crawled over to Blaine and cautiously sat next to him. Blaine looked into his eyes.

"Why won't you let me release you?"

"I love you Blaine. I don't want to be free. I want to be your slave."

"But, you want to leave for Paris when I need you most."

"It's only for a year."

"I start law school in the fall! I'm going to be getting my ass kicked. I need you!"

Kurt said nothing. What could he say? The timing sucked, but he had to do this now. He wouldn't be eligible for the program a year from now. It was only for graduating seniors.

As they sat there, Kurt started thinking. He couldn't believe he was about to ask this, but he wanted to know. He needed to be prepared.

"Blaine...will you force me to stay?"

"Is that what you want me to do?"

"No, but...I know you can."

Blaine looked deep into Kurt's eyes. "I might. I haven't decided."

Kurt felt scared. This was crazy. Blaine tries to let him go completely and Kurt won't let him, but now he's scared that Blaine might not let him go at all.

Blaine leaned over and started kissing him. Softly at first and then more demanding. Kurt shifted and laid down on the floor, pulling Blaine on top of him. They continued kissing urgently, their breathing heavy, as their desire grew. Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine. He couldn't lose Blaine. He loved him too much. He wanted to be his slave. How crazy was that? He wanted to be enslaved to this man and was terrified at the idea of being free. Had he lost his mind? No. He just knew his heart.

Kurt could feel Blaine's erection pressing against him. Hard, strong and wanting. He looked into Blaine's eyes. "Please make love to me, master. Make love to me and then fuck me." Blaine growled and attacked Kurt's mouth with demanding kisses. He stood up to take off his boxers and looked down at Kurt, lying beneath him, naked, in-between his legs.

Yes, Kurt was his slave, all right.

This morning had proved it.

Blaine was so evil.

He knew he should feel bad for putting Kurt through all that fear and angst, but he didn't. He had to know for sure that things between them hadn't changed. That Kurt was still totally and completely his. The fact that Kurt had literally fought to remain his slave, begged to remain enslaved, renewed Blaine's faith in their relationship. Not that he would have released him. He would never free Kurt. Owning him made Blaine happier than anything else in the world.

But was he going to let him go to Paris?

Blaine was conflicted. He'd known this day was coming. He'd tried to figure out his decision before now, but he could never come up with an answer. He knew how badly Kurt wanted to go, but did Kurt understand how badly Blaine needed him? College was over. The real world was about to start. Blaine needed a fully committed slave, loyal and submissive to him, and available for Blaine to fuck every night in order to stay strong. Kurt would have to behave or else Blaine would make him behave.

Wouldn't he?

"On your knees Kurt." Kurt moved to his knees.

"Suck me, but don't make me come."

Kurt obediently took Blaine's cock into his mouth. He moved his head up and down slowly, twirling his tongue and humming happily. Blaine grabbed his head and started directing his movements, forcing Kurt to deep throat him slowly, pull off and then start again. Eventually, Blaine was fucking his mouth, fast and hard. He loved listening to the sounds Kurt made as Blaine's cock hit the back of his throat. After a few minutes, Blaine pulled out of Kurt's mouth. "On your back, beautiful." Kurt laid down on the bed. Blaine laid down on top of him, propping himself up with his hands as he hungrily kissed him. He moved down, between Kurt's legs. "Spread your legs wide for me." Kurt obeyed. Blaine inspected Kurt's tight hole. Mine, he thought. All mine. He lightly rubbed his finger around the hole before leaning down and sliding his tongue inside. Kurt gave a little cry and arched his hips. Blaine looked up and stared into his eyes, trapping him in place. He then bent down and began fucking Kurt with his tongue. Kurt moaned and begged for more. Blaine slid two fingers into Kurt and listened as he gasped and tried to arch his hips to press against the fingers. Blaine looked into his eyes and slid in a third finger.

"What would you like, Kurt?"

"To be fucked by my master."

"Do you want your master to fuck you with his fingers?"

"No. I want his cock."

Blaine licked his lips and slid in a fourth finger. "Put it together, Kurt."

"Please master, fuck me with your cock."

"More." Blaine twisted his fingers and pushed deeper. Kurt groaned.

"Please...oh...please master...fuck your slave with your cock."

"More."

Kurt was breathing hard and pushing desperately against Blaine's fingers.

"Please master...fuck your slave with your big, huge, delicious cock. Please. Put it in me. Now!"

Blaine liked that, but Kurt wasn't getting off that easy. Blaine leaned over and took the cock ring out of the drawer. Kurt moaned as he watched Blaine slide it on. Blaine already had great stamina. This was just cruel. Blaine smiled at Kurt. "You asked me to make love to you and then fuck you. I want to make sure I fulfill your request." Blaine took Kurt's hands and placed them above his head. He spread Kurt's legs as wide as possible, stretching them just a little more than usual until Kurt grunted. Perfect. Blaine looked at him and released the control, wrapping it tightly around Kurt's body, tighter than normal. He didn't stop until Kurt gasped. He looked into Kurt's eyes.

"Can you move?"

"No."

"Good."

Blaine entered Kurt slowly allowing Kurt's ass to suck him in. Once he was completely in, he slowly rocked his hips forward, causing Kurt to moan and strain against the control. The rocking sent tiny flutters against Kurt's prostrate. Blaine didn't slide out. He just kept slowly rocking into Kurt. It felt so fucking good, Kurt thought he was going to lose his mind. Blaine rocked for a while before finally starting to move in and out of Kurt's ass. Kurt was really hot now. He needed to be fucked.

"Please...master...fuck me...please..."

"Are you sure, beautiful?"

"Yes! Yes! Please, fuck me. Fuck me hard, Blaine."

Blaine slid out and then savagely slammed into Kurt. Kurt screamed as Blaine fucked him hard, forceful and unrelenting. Kurt still couldn't move. All he could do was scream and take it. Kurt remembered that Blaine had the cock ring on. Shit. He was going to be trapped for a while. He looked up at Blaine. Blaine's eyes were closed as he worked his hips, pushing as hard and as deep as possible into Kurt. Kurt marveled at how incredibly sexy Blaine looked. Beads of sweat were running down the side of his face. His lips were slightly parted. He opened his eyes and focused on Kurt's eyes. Kurt was trapped. He couldn't look away.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, master. Only you."

"What are you?"

"I'm your slave."

"Say it again."

"I'm your slave."

Blaine shifted and drove into Kurt with renewed force. Kurt screamed at the new increased sensation.

"And don't you ever forget it, Kurt. Ever."

A month later, Blaine stood in front of his mirror. It had been a long time since he needed to wear a suit. Despite Kurt's attempts to get him to try new designers, Blaine remained loyal to Armani. The suit was dark blue. Grey tie. Ultra conservative. Blaine had gotten his first haircut in months. Kurt was sad to see the curls go. Blaine had returned to his roots. He looked very Dalton Academy.

He stared at himself in the mirror. This was the most important day of his future. His internship interview at Huntel, Wellington & VanSant. He had emailed his application a month ago, along with a glowing recommendation from Professor Murray. Blaine had gone on Westlaw and read up on all of HWV's recent high profile cases. He had samples of briefs he'd written, along with legal arguments he'd made during mock court. His grades were outstanding and he had a fabulous boyfriend who had allowed him to fuck him half the night. Blaine glanced over at Kurt, still asleep in bed. He was laying on his stomach, head resting on his arms. Blaine's heart swelled with love for him. Last night, he had attacked Kurt the way he used to before a tennis match. And Kurt had been amazing. He had matched every thrust by Blaine with one of his own. He had sucked Blaine's cock with so much heat and strength, Blaine had come against his will. Ever since Blaine threatened to release him, Kurt had been around more. He came over a few nights during the week, he cooked dinner more often and he had become a downright whore in bed. He wanted everything harder, hotter, faster. Blaine was delighted.

Blaine quietly sat on the edge of the bed and gently caressed Kurt's hair. He looked at Kurt's face. His smooth, flawless skin and perfect pink lips were beautiful. He ran his fingers lightly down Kurt's back and gently squeezed his ass. Sheer perfection. Just so fucking beautiful. And all his. His property. His slave. Kurt stirred and opened his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful. I'm getting ready to go."

"What time is it?"

"7:45 am."

Kurt groaned. "What time do you have to be there?"

"9 am."

Kurt sat up a little. "Let me look at you."

Blaine stood up, spun around and struck a pose. Kurt laughed. "Wow. You look incredible. If the person interviewing you is either female or gay, you are in."

Blaine sat back down. "You know Kurt. This is it. This is the start of everything I want. Everything I need for us. To take care of us. If I get this internship, it could lead to a job after law school and then a partnership. And then I will buy you everything you want, Kurt. Anything and everything will be yours. You will never want for anything. You will never have to..." Blaine stopped. He didn't want to start the whole work vs. stay-at-home husband discussion. Kurt sat up and looked into Blaine's eyes. He loved him so much. He didn't need anything else, but Blaine.

"Blaine, you know money isn't important to me."

"What?"

"I don't care about money. I mean, sure it's nice to have and I hope we will have enough to live but...I don't care about being rich. You don't have to make a lot of money to make me happy. I would live with you in a cardboard box in Times Square."

Blaine didn't say anything. Kurt was so sweet. What a lovely sentiment. But, they were going to be rich. Blaine came from money and he was looking forward to making his own.

"Okay beautiful. I better go."

"Good luck. I love you."

"Thanks. I love you too."

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine stood in front of the New York Times building, looking up. 53 stories. Wow. Huntel, Wellington & VanSant was on the 23-29 floors. He was to report to the 24th floor. He took a deep breath and went in.

It was exactly 9:00 am. Perfect. Not early. Not late. When he stepped off the elevator and approached the receptionist, she immediately stood up.

"Good morning Mr. Anderson. Welcome to Huntel, Wellington & VanSant. Please follow me."

Well, damn. How did she know who he was?

"Good morning. Thank you."

Blaine followed her to a small conference room at the end of the hall.

"Please have a seat. Can I get you anything?"

"No. Thank you."

"Mr. Huntel will be right with you."

Blaine looked around the room. Yes. This was definitely where he belonged. Everything was dark cherry, brass and wood. It smelled of wealth. Money. Kurt was sweet, but they were not living in a cardboard box.

"Good morning Blaine. So nice to see you again."

Blaine shook hands with Mike Huntel. He looked the same as Blaine remembered from 3 years earlier.

"Please, have a seat." Mike leaned in and looked at Blaine closely, focusing on his eyes. Blaine stared back.

"How have you been?"

"Very good, sir."

"You graduate in a few months."

"Yes sir."

"NYU Law School this fall?"

"Yes sir."

Mike nodded. "So, tell me Blaine, what do you know about our firm?"

Blaine smiled. Awesome. He was ready for this.

For the next 40 minutes, Mike sat back and allowed Blaine to impress him with his knowledge of HWV. And, Mike was impressed. The kid had done his homework. Thoroughly. If there really were any other competitors for this internship, they would have had a hard time following Blaine.

Once Blaine answered all the questions regarding HWV and his career plans, Mike turned to what he was really interested in.

"So, tell me Blaine. What do your parents do?"

"My mother works for a nonprofit dedicated to building schools in third-world countries."

"And your father?"

Blaine felt a tiny bit uneasy. One of the things he loved about New York was that no one knew who his family was. Unless they followed politics, no one thought to ask him if he was related to the Andersons of Ohio. He wanted to make it on his own and not his family's name.

"My father is a political consultant."

"Did he ever hold office?"

"He was a state senator."

"Anyone else in your family into politics?"

"My grandfather was a congressman."

Mike sat back and waited. Interesting. This should be the part of the interview where the kid brags about his family and its political connections.

But Blaine sat silently. He had nothing else to say on this subject unless he was pushed.

Mike decided to push.

"What was your grandfather's name?"

"Jim Anderson."

Mike nodded. Okay. At least he now knew from the kid's own mouth, that he is indeed Congressman Jim's grandson. But, does he have the power his grandfather had? Can he force people to tell the truth? Can he force others to do what he wants? That's what Mike wanted from this kid. The power. That power was gold.

"I'm familiar with your grandfather's accomplishments in Congress. He was quite legendary." Mike looked at Blaine hard. He needed to tread carefully. Very, very carefully. He focused on Blaine's eyes. The eyes would tell him what he needed to know.

"Think you have any of his talent for getting things done?"

"I certainly hope so. I've been told I'm a lot like him. He was a great man."

There was a slight flicker as Blaine's eye color deepened and then returned to normal. An almost undetectable change, unless a person was watching for it.

Mike was watching.

This was the right kid. Time to seal the deal. But first, one more question.

"I'm glad you decided to stay in New York for law school. Any particular reason?"

"Well, I really love the city. I always planned to move here. And, NYU is a great law school."

"I thought there might be someone...special keeping you here." Mike was sure the kid had a girlfriend. She would have to go. He was going to set him up with his daughter. It would be wonderful to have that power in the family. They didn't have to get married. He could just get her pregnant.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Damn. He didn't think this would come up today. Blaine had already decided he was going to be 100% honest and out. He'd had enough of having to hide during high school. Besides, he planned to bring Kurt with him to every law firm social event he attended. HWV was a conservative firm. Blaine had no idea how Mike would respond.

"No. Boyfriend."

Mike blinked. He's gay? Why didn't Murray ever mention that? Shit. This was disappointing. Oh, well. It doesn't really matter, as long as he's powerful. Could he be weaker because he's gay? He doesn't seem weak. Maybe he's really bi and would still be willing to sleep with Samantha...

"What does he do?"

"He's a fashion designer. He graduates in June."

Mike nodded. Okay. Fine. He could deal with the boyfriend later. Time to close the deal.

"Well Blaine, I think you will do just fine here at Huntel, Wellington & VanSant. As a matter of fact, I think you're perfect for the job. The hours are Monday through Friday, 8:30 am – 5:00 pm and here is the pay."

Mike took a piece of paper out of his coat pocket, unfolded it and slid it across the table to Blaine.

Blaine looked at it and for the first time since stepping into the building, almost lost his cool.

Holy shit. Were they kidding?

"Uh, is this for the whole summer?"

"No. That's per month."

Okay. This wasn't generous. This went beyond generous. This was fairy godmother territory. If they were willing to pay a new college graduate this amount of money per month for the summer what the hell did they pay first year associates?

"I assume the amount is acceptable?"

Absofuckinglutely.

"Yes. It's fine."

"Good. Well, I'll assume you're accepting the position. You start June 10."

"I look forward to it. Thank you."

Blaine waited until he was outside and around the corner to completely lose his shit. He called Kurt.

"I got it!"

"What? They offered it to you on the spot?"

"Yes! Fucking yes! And beautiful, you won't believe what they are paying me. You will not believe it!"

"What! Are you serious Blaine?"

"Yes. Dead serious. Are you sure you want to go to Paris? Just think of what we can do this summer with this kind of money."

"Blaine..."

Blaine sighed. He wasn't about to start a fight. "Okay, okay. I know. Yes, you want to go. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm getting ready for class and then I'm meeting Warren for lunch."

Warren. That fucker. Blaine was in too good a mood to say anything.

"All right. Dinner tonight. I'm taking you out to celebrate."

X-X-X-X-X

Once Blaine was back in Greenwich, he decided to stop for coffee. After adding sugar, he turned and came face to face with...Warren. Shit. Speak of the asshole, and he will appear.

"Hi Blaine." I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

"Hello Warren." You stupid bastard. I know you want my Kurt.

"How have you been?" I hope you catch a disease and die.

"Fine. And you?" Would Kurt find out if I unleashed a round of pain on your ass?

"Good."

Blaine moved to leave, but Warren blocked him.

"Blaine...I trust you'll do the right thing about Kurt and Paris."

"And what exactly is the right thing, Warren?"

"You'll let him go. You'll encourage him to go. He deserves this."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't let him go?"

Warren made a face. "Seriously? I know how you are Blaine."

"And how is that?"

Warren hesitated. He usually tried to play nice with Blaine for Kurt's sake, plus he was scared Blaine would tell Kurt to end their friendship. Warren knew Kurt would do it. He did everything Blaine told him to do. It was so disgusting.

But, Warren was fed up with Blaine. He hated him. And Warren was in love with Kurt. He couldn't help it.

"You are a possessive, jealous, control freak. You rule over Kurt like some kind of...parent, master and lord all combined. He deserves better than you."

Blaine's eyes were almost black. The darkness was in a frenzy, begging to be freed. Let's kick his ass. Blaine stepped closer to Warren.

"Better than me? Like who, Warren? You?"

Careful Warren. If he thinks you're a threat, he won't let Kurt see you.

"He deserves someone who doesn't act like he owns him."

Blaine was now so close to Warren, they were almost touching. Blaine's voice was low, quiet and menacing.

"But, you see Warren. I do own him. Kurt is mine. He belongs to me. And. You. Can't. Have. Him."

"You don't own him, Blaine."

"Oh, but I do. I do Warren. I own him. And I suggest you back off. I tolerate your ass because I love Kurt, but you cross me and I will end it. I will make Kurt cut you off because, I know what you are really up to. Your friendship is bullshit. You want Kurt for yourself. Well, you can't have him. Ever."

Warren stepped back. Blaine looked scary as hell.

"Look Blaine. I don't wanna fight with you. Kurt is my friend. That's it. Nothing more."

"Well, make sure you remember that."

Blaine left.

Warren collapsed in a chair and put his head in his hands.

Why, why, why was Kurt so in love with such a jerk? It made no sense. Over the past three years, lots of guys had approached Kurt. Kurt always smiled, showed them his ring and turned them down. Why? Why was he so in love with Blaine? And what the hell was Blaine's problem? Did he really believe he owned Kurt?

Warren sat back and looked out the window. He had been in love with Kurt for three and a half years. They were three months from graduation.

If Warren was going to rescue Kurt, he had to do it soon. Right now, Kurt was too blinded by love, or brainwashed to see that Blaine wasn't good for him. Once he was out from under Blaine's stranglehold, he would thank Warren for saving him.

And realize that Warren was so much better for him.