This has not been easy
This has been hard
I am scarred
And I do not know what to do with you

-Miss You Love You by Maroon 5-

Saturday morning Blaine sat at the kitchen table, watching and listening to Kurt. Kurt was making french toast and chatting away happily about random things. Blaine had missed Kurt's constant chatter about a dozen different topics in the course of 30 minutes. He loved the sound of Kurt's voice. Blaine's eyes wandered over to the clock. 10:00 am. Jace's funeral was starting. Blaine felt a small pang of...what? He hated Jace. Hated him for what he had done to him but...it had been nice to know someone like him. Someone with the darkness like him. They'd had a good time together. Of course, it all turned out to be a lie. Rot in hell, Jace.

As Blaine watched Kurt, he thought about the first time they met. Heaven. Blaine had looked at Kurt, and immediately decided he was the human embodiment of heaven. Kurt was heaven and Blaine was hell. Kurt was the heaven to keep Blaine's hell under control.

Control.

Heaven controls the hell.

But the master controls the slave.

Blaine's fear of Kurt leaving, drove him to want to control him and dominate him. He never, ever wanted to feel weak again. Plus, he loved Kurt. Kurt was the only person Blaine truly loved.

Love.

Suddenly, Blaine could hear his last conversation with O, in his head.

"Good for you Blaine. You're listening to your love for Kurt instead of your power over him. That is a good thing."

"Is it? How can it be a good thing for us to be apart? He's my slave. He should be with me."

"Then why don't you force him to be with you?"

"Because I love him. I love him so much and I want him to be happy."

"And that's good, Blaine. That's your love for him protecting you. Keeping you from getting too caught up in your power and control. Don't make the same mistake your grandfather made."

Too caught up in power and control.

His grandfather was killed because he got too caught up in power and lost control.

Jace was killed because he wanted more power.

Blaine was still alive because...

Blaine looked at Kurt as realization and understanding flooded his mind.

Because he always loved Kurt more than he tried to control him.

That night, Jace had the control. But it meant nothing because there was no love.

"Kurt..."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"No, Kurt...I mean..." Blaine stopped. What was he trying to say? Kurt cocked his head to the side and looked at him. Blaine rarely looked so vulnerable and emotional. "What is it?"

"I...I love you, Kurt. I love you more than anything. I'm glad you're mine and that you want to be mine. I know it's not easy to be with me. I just...I'm glad you love me. That you've always loved me and that you accept everything that comes from being with me. I know I own you, but I only own you because you gave yourself to me. You could have left...back in high school, when you realized how things would be, but you didn't. I guess...I'm just trying to say...I'm glad you love me and I love you. I love you so much, Kurt and...I get it. I get that the love is a strength. That the love is what makes this work. Makes us work."

"Does this mean that you don't mind loving me as much as you do?"

Blaine sighed. "No, I don't mind, but...I'm still scared. I made such a huge mistake out of love for you, but...I don't want to love you less. I can't love you less. I can't help how much I love you, I just do. You bring it out of me. I can't describe the love I have for you. It...it's the only thing in the world that completely overwhelms me."

Blaine stopped talking and looked down at the table. Kurt walked over and sat down across from him taking his hand in his.

"We both made a mistake this summer, but it wasn't because of love. Yes, you let me go because you love me and you knew how much I wanted to go, but don't blame what happened on our love. Blame it on the fact that we just didn't understand the consequences. Remember what your great-grandmother Janice asked the priestess for? You are supposed to love me with a love that matches the strength and power of the darkness. Well think about how strong you are? How powerful your darkness is. Of course you love me too much. You can't help it. You have no choice."

Blaine stared at Kurt.

Well damn.

He'd never thought of that.

"You know what, Kurt? You're smarter than me."

Kurt smiled at him. "Of course I am. Slaves are always smarter than their masters."

Blaine stood up, walked around the table, and pulled Kurt to his feet. He kissed him softly, his tongue lightly licking across Kurt's lips. Kurt's lips parted and their tongues tasted each other, as if for the first time. Kurt moaned into the kiss as he laced his fingers into Blaine's hair, pulling his mouth closer, deeper. They were kissing feverishly, each trying to devour the other. Blaine slid one arm around Kurt's waist and pulled him closer, while sliding his other hand into Kurt's boxers. He started gently stroking Kurt's cock. The pace of Kurt's breathing increased and he felt his knees growing weak. They slowly sank to the floor. Blaine paused only to pull Kurt's boxers off along with his own. He moved down and teasingly took the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth, tonguing it and slowly sliding it in and out. Kurt moaned and arched his hips, trying to push more into Blaine's mouth. Blaine teased him until Kurt couldn't stand it. Kurt grabbed Blaine's hair and pushed his head down, forcing him to deep-throat his cock. Blaine laughed in his mind as he expertly sucked Kurt off until he came.

Blaine kissed and licked his way up Kurt's body until he was staring into his eyes.

"What do you want me to do, beautiful?"

"Make love to me against the wall."

Kurt wrapped his arms and legs around Blaine's body and held on tight as Blaine carried them to the wall. He pressed Kurt against it, lined his cock up with Kurt's entrance, and slid in slowly. Kurt groaned and hissed. Despite all the screwing, Kurt's ass remained tight and Blaine's huge cock always felt so good inside him. Filling him completely and leaving him breathless.

"Are you sore?"

"Yes...but that's what makes it...oh...so good. You've trained me to take it...and I love it."

Blaine felt so turned on by Kurt's words that he had to focus hard and really concentrate to keep his movements slow and gentle.

They spent the entire Saturday in bed. They made love a few times, but mostly they just enjoyed being together. Blaine ran his hands and tongue over every inch of Kurt's body, leaving Kurt melted and relaxed. They ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in bed, and napped on and off. Things finally felt right again. Kurt could feel his enslavement, stronger than ever, but he also felt deeply loved and cherished. Blaine was still full of dominance and command, but it was softened by his full love for Kurt. He had been holding back on his love for two weeks. Now, he allowed it to flow freely, and Kurt drowned in the feeling.

Late in the afternoon, as he lay on his stomach, head on his arms, Kurt turned to Blaine. Blaine was on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

"Blaine?"

"Yes beautiful?"

"About the spreader bar..."

Blaine forced himself to suppress a smile as he turned to Kurt.

"Yes?"

Kurt whispered. "I really love it." Kurt covered his face with his hands as he felt his face grow flush. Oh, what on earth was wrong with him? Why, why, why did he love this stuff?

Blaine laughed and pulled Kurt's hands from his face. He kissed him softly.

"Good. I promise to use it weekly."

Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine and placed his head on his chest.

Blaine grinned at the ceiling.

The darkness swirled around happily.

It liked the spreader bar too.

And it liked the love.

That evening Blaine and Kurt held hands as they rode in Mike's Lincoln Town car to his penthouse on the upper east side. Blaine suddenly turned to Kurt.

"I forgive you."

Kurt gave him a hard look. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Do you forgive yourself?"

That was harder. "I'm trying."

As the car slowed in front of the building, the doorman hopped over to open the door. "Good evening gentlemen."

Blaine looked up at the building. This. This is the type of building he wanted them to live in one day. Kurt glanced over at him and smiled.

"Remember, I'd live with you in a cardboard box in the middle of Times Square."

Blaine took his hand. "Never happen."

Samantha greeted them as the doors to the private elevator opened.

"Hi Baby Blaine!" She threw her arms around Blaine while Kurt looked on, one eyebrow arched. Baby Blaine?

Kurt noticed how Samantha smoothly ran her hands up and down Blaine's back, almost touching his ass before wrapping them around his waist. She leaned over and kissed him square on the mouth.

"I haven't seen you since your birthday. Where have you been?"

Blaine untangled himself and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him forward.

"Samantha, this is my fiancee, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is Mike's daughter, Samantha."

The two coolly looked each other up and down.

"A pleasure to meet you, Kurt." Why didn't you keep your ass in Paris?

"Likewise, Samantha." You do know he's gay, right? You don't stand a chance in hell.

Samantha led them into the huge living room where Mike was waiting.

"Good evening."

"Hello." Blaine eyed Mike's light blue, custom made shirt, cufflinks and black pants. It was the first time he'd ever seen him in anything other than a suit and tie.

"Mike, this is my fiancee, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, Mike Huntel."

Mike looked at Kurt closely. The boyfriend. "Hello Kurt. It's nice to finally meet you. I know Blaine has missed you this summer."

Kurt smiled. "It's nice to meet you too. I've heard many wonderful things about Huntel, Wellington and VanSant."

Mike smiled. "Good."

Samantha offered to show them around. She linked her arm with Blaine's while Kurt held his other hand. Kurt rolled his eyes. Was this girl serious?

The penthouse was impressive. It had 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms, a state of the art kitchen, huge dining room, large family room, library/study and a rooftop swimming pool. The ice between Kurt and Samantha melted some over Samantha's incredible closet of designer clothes. Blaine ended up in the study looking at the many awards, plaques and photos on the wall. Blaine wanted Mike's life. The firm, the penthouse, the money. And Kurt to share it with.

Mike stood quietly in the doorway, watching Blaine. Mike hoped tonight would seal the deal. He wanted Blaine. Bad. He also wanted a grandson. He hoped Blaine would agree to everything Mike planned to propose. He didn't want to play dirty. He really liked Blaine. He wanted things to go smoothly.

Mike continued to watch Blaine, waiting for him to see the one photo he wanted him to see. Instead Blaine was studying a photo of Samantha, age 10, standing between Mike and a beautiful blonde who could be Samantha's twin.

"Is this your ex-wife?"

Mike smiled at the photo. "Yeah. Angelica."

"Why did you get divorced?"

"Angelica was a whore. Believe it or not, I was one of those rare, successful and rich men who actually loved his wife and was faithful to her. While I was out killing myself to build the practice, she was home screwing every guy in the neighborhood. I should have known it would happen. When I was in law school I came home and found her screwing my roommate. I believed her promises and lies and allowed her to worm her way back into my heart. I loved her too much. Plus, I have a thing for blondes."

Blaine didn't say anything. That damn loving someone too much caused more trouble.

"Do you know why your parents got divorced?"

"Mostly because of me."

Mike was surprised by Blaine's answer. "I doubt it was because of you, Blaine."

"No, I'm sure it was because of me. My being gay. We were a good family when I was little. My dad...he loved me back then. We were happy. Once I came out...that all changed. Everything went downhill. My being gay destroyed my family. My father blamed my mom...my mom felt guilty. Their marriage never recovered."

"Do you have a relationship with your father?"

"No. He hates me."

Mike felt sad for Blaine and contempt for his father. What a stupid asshole. Who cares if the kid is gay? Blaine is smart, attractive, and his power is priceless. What father would throw that away?

"I wish you were my son."

Blaine looked up in surprise. Mike smiled at him.

"If your father doesn't value how special you are, he's an idiot. I would love to have you for a son. I think you're amazing, Blaine."

Blaine looked at the floor. He didn't know what to say. "Thank you."

Blaine continued moving around the room until his eyes landed on a black and white photo.

Wait...

He looked closer. It was his grandfather. He was smiling and standing next to a man who looked like an older version of Mike.

"My father was a congressman from Pennsylvania. He thought the world of your grandfather. He practically worshiped him. One year during fall break from school, I went to Washington and spent the day with my dad as he went from meeting to meeting. He introduced me to many people that day, but when he introduced me to your grandfather...wow. I was young, but I could see and feel how much admiration and respect my father had for Congressman Jim. A smart, shrewd, strategic politician. An outstanding negotiator. Congressman Jim always got what he wanted from his colleagues. Didn't matter what side of the aisle they were on. He never lost."

Blaine remained silent.

"One day my father asked Congressman Jim how he did it. He wanted to know if the stories about him having some type of power over people were true. Your grandfather told my father the story of a voodoo priestess who blessed your great-grandmother while she was pregnant with him. My father had heard the story before. Congressman Jim was known for telling it, and laughing along with the listener at the absurdity of the entire thing. But my father believed it. He studied your grandfather and eventually figured it all out. He told your grandfather that he knew the truth and they became friends. My father nicknamed him the Dark One. They were friends until your grandfather died. My father was devastated by his death. It was so sudden and such a shock."

Blaine stared at the photo of his grandfather. So that was how Mike knew so much. Too much. Blaine turned to him.

"What do you want from me?"

Mike looked at him for a moment. "We'll discuss it after dinner."

X-X-X-X-X-X

Blaine remained quiet during dinner, wondering what exactly Mike wanted from him. Kurt and Samantha kept up a steady stream of conversation about clothes, shoes, purses and fashion. Mike looked at his daughter with fatherly love and adoration. Blaine looked at Kurt with lustful love and appreciation.

After dinner they moved to the family room. Blaine found himself seated on the large couch between Kurt and Samantha with Mike sitting in an armchair across from them. Samantha rested her hand on Blaine's thigh. Kurt stared at her hand as if he could set fire to it simply by staring hard enough. Mike surprised them all by telling Samantha to move to a chair. She glared at her father, but moved to the armchair next to his. Mike was setting the stage. This was going to be an intense negotiation. The sides needed to be across from one another. It was how his legal mind worked.

Blaine suddenly felt nervous. They should have had dinner at a restaurant. Neutral ground. He eyed the doorway and looked for other exits. Shit. One way in and one way out. No. There had to be stairs somewhere. The darkness started swirling in response to his flight instinct kicking in. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's arm.

At the first sign of trouble, we are out of here. Stay close to me.

Kurt looked at him in surprise, but said nothing.

Mike began.

"Alright Blaine. You asked me earlier what I wanted from you. I won't waste time. I'll get right to it. I want you to become a partner at Huntel, Wellington and VanSant. I want you to agree to spend every summer working at the firm and when you graduate law school, you come on board as an attorney in our corporate division. I have to keep the rest of the attorneys in check, so we will wait two years before announcing you've made partner. That's still soon, but whatever. It's my firm. I will pay you a partner's salary from day one. When it comes time for you to take the bar exam, we will set you up with a tutor. Not that I think you'll need it, but...let's just say that we usually have insider knowledge of the content of the bar each year. That's what I want, Blaine. I want you as a partner at Huntel, Wellington & VanSant."

Wow.

Everything Blaine wanted.

Just like that.

Did Mike think he was crazy?

He already knew what a fabulous internship cost.

What was the price of a partnership?

Blaine glanced at Kurt. Kurt was staring at Mike, suspiciously. Blaine felt his heart swell with love. Kurt wasn't crazy either.

"So what exactly will this partnership cost me? What do you really want from me?"

Mike glanced at Samantha and then back to Blaine.

"Two things. First, I want a grandson. Fathered by you."

Kurt gasped loudly. Blaine looked at Mike in shocked surprise and then looked at Samantha. She was smiling warmly at him and nodding slowly. So, the baby thing was...Mike's idea?

"I don't understand."

"It's really very simple. I want a grandson. I have a very beautiful daughter who I love very much. I want to see her have a child, but not with just any loser. I want to see her with someone special. You're gay, so a relationship is out of the question, but I'd still like the two of you to have a child together."

"But why me?"

"Do you really have to ask?"

Blaine stared at him. His power. The darkness. Mike wanted a grandson...

Wait.

Blaine's child won't have the darkness.

Blaine's grandchild will have the darkness. Assuming it sticks around.

Did Mike know that?

Blaine glanced at Kurt. Kurt's eyes were wide and he was shaking his head.

Samantha jumped up and knelt down in front of them.

"Please? Please let me do this for you. For both of you. You can't have a baby, so let me have it for you. I'll be a great mother. I really will. Our child would be so beautiful. And special. A special, beautiful child. We could all live in the same building, so you would see him all the time. We could all raise him together. Think of how loved he will be. Please? I want to do this for you."

Mike spoke softly. "Blaine, I meant what I said earlier. About wishing you were my son. I think you are incredible. You're perfect in so many ways. You are attractive, smart, well-spoken, confident, charming and...dark. Powerful. You are...simply...amazing. Forgive me for saying so, but your father is a fucking fool not to cherish you. I value you, Blaine. I think you are priceless. What you have...what you can do...it's simply incomparable to any other man. I was hoping you and Samantha would get together and you would become my son-in-law one day. Obviously that's not going to happen, but there's no reason why the two of you can't have a child together. It's actually perfect. As Samantha said, you and Kurt can't have children so, here's a way to start your family. Our family. We can become one, great big, happy family."

Blaine was speechless.

Kurt was shocked and slightly horrified.

Samantha was still kneeling in front of them. She took Blaine's hands in hers.

"Blaine, I'd love to have you make love to me, but..." she glanced over at Kurt who was giving her a death stare. "I can understand if that's not...feasible, but there are other ways to do this. We don't have to actually have sex. Unless...you want to."

Kurt stood up. He'd had enough.

"No."

Everyone turned to look at him.

Samantha stood up and tried to reach for his hand, but he backed away from her.

"Kurt, I don't have to actually sleep with him. A doctor can just collect his sperm and..."

"No! We are not doing this!"

Samantha looked hurt. "Why not? It would be so perfect."

Kurt looked at Samantha and shook his head.

"I don't want children."

Blaine looked at him in surprise. "You don't?"

"I know we haven't talked about it, but...I don't think we should have children. Let's be honest, Blaine. Our relationship requires a lot. A lot of me. It takes a lot to take care of you. I don't want to take care of you and a child." He turned to Samantha. "And I'm certainly not looking to outsource it to a stranger."

Blaine's head was spinning. This was all too much. Mike wants him to join the firm and be his...son? Samantha wants to have his baby. Kurt doesn't want children. Blaine stood up. "I need some air."

Mike jumped up. He wasn't letting him leave. Not without an answer.

"Of course. You can step out on the roof. There's a patio by the pool."

Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand. Once outside, Blaine walked over to the railing and leaned over. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want Mike or Samantha to hear him. He was so tired of this shit. Why did everyone want something from him? Kurt walked up behind him and ran his nails up and down Blaine's back. Blaine's body relaxed. He turned to Kurt.

"You don't want children?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I don't. Maybe I'll change my mind one day, but for now, no. You are all I can handle and frankly, you're all I want to handle. At least for now."

"What do you think about Mike's offer?"

"I think it is highly disturbing and I don't trust him. What exactly does he plan to do with this dark and powerful grandchild? Hey! Wait a minute! Your child won't inherit the darkness..."

"Shh. I don't think Mike knows that, and for now I'm not going to tell him."

"Blaine...do you want children?"

"I honestly never thought about it before. I really don't know. I don't know if it's smart to pass this down. Being...dark or whatever is...I don't know. It's what I am. It is me and frankly, I love it. I love what it allows me to do. I love the power and, in all honesty, I love owning you. You are the only thing in the world that makes me happy. I know we could be together even if I didn't own you, but...I'm a twisted bastard. I want to own you. I want you to be my slave, and the darkness allows that. Demands that. But being like this is a huge responsibility. I'm grateful for the gift, but I'm just not sure I want to pass it on to my grandchild."

Kurt stared out into the darkness thinking about Blaine's words. It never ceased to amaze Kurt that he wanted to be a slave. Not just a boyfriend or husband, but a slave to Blaine. Why? Why did he want this? He always landed on the same answer. Love. It was the only answer that could possibly make sense. Blaine's love was an intense, all-consuming, drowning, jealous, hot, passionate love. It was a love that Kurt just couldn't believe he could experience any other way, with any other man. He knew that probably wasn't true. After all, there were plenty of people who were madly in love, and one was not a slave to the other. But for him...for Blaine, this is how it worked. This was the requirement. And Kurt was happy. Despite the challenges of the past few weeks, Kurt was incredibly, joyously, over-the-moon, happy and in love with Blaine. He would never be able to make his friends and family understand, and he wasn't going to try. He was simply going to accept and move forward. As long as he was happy, he would always remain with Blaine.

They stood there for awhile, holding hands and enjoying the amazing view of the city. Kurt finally looked at Blaine. They couldn't stay out there forever.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Mike said he wanted two things. He's not getting my sperm, so I guess I'll see what the second thing is."

"Depending upon what it is, will you take the partnership?"

"I don't know. I don't trust him. I'm sure he wants me to work in criminal and I'm not doing that."

"Why not? You'd be a great criminal attorney."

Blaine didn't say anything. Should he tell Kurt about Andrew Montiel? Not now. Maybe one day. Blaine took Kurt's hand.

"Let's see what else he has to say. Who knows. Maybe I can make this work. It would be great to have a guaranteed partnership at a firm."

They walked back in. Mike and Samantha were talking quietly. They stopped when they saw Kurt and Blaine.

Mike looked at Blaine closely. What was he thinking?

Kurt and Blaine sat down on the couch. Blaine leaned forward and looked at Mike. Mike blinked and looked towards the floor. He had to be careful. He didn't want Blaine to use his powers on him.

"I assume your offer was simply a point from which to start negotiations?"

Mike sighed in relief and grew excited. Blaine hadn't said no. That was good sign.

"Absolutely. I'm open to your thoughts."

"First, you are not getting my sperm, so just forget about that. I'm sorry Samantha. You are beautiful. Really beautiful. But I'm not going to have a baby like this. If Kurt and I decide we want a family one day...then we'll arrange it. Right now, kids are out of the question. Especially this way."

Samantha shot Kurt a nasty look. She was sure this was his fault. Kurt gave her his best bitch look and scooted closer to Blaine. Mine bitch. He is mine.

"You said there were two things you wanted. What's the second?"

Mike tried to mask his disappointment about the child. He'd known it was a long shot. After all, Blaine was young and just starting out in life. It made sense that he would want to wait before starting a family. Still...Mike had hoped that Samantha's beauty might sway him. Too bad he was gay. But, there was time. In a few years, Kurt might change his mind and then change Blaine's. Mike could wait. The second thing he wanted was far more important.

"If I bring you on board as a partner, I would expect you to consult on other cases. Cases outside of corporate."

"What types of cases?"

"Real estate, matrimonial...criminal."

Blaine shook his head. "No. I am not doing criminal. I only want to work in corporate. I'll help in real estate and maybe some matrimonial, but not criminal. Too many moral minefields."

"I don't think it's wise to limit your talents to just one field."

"And I don't think it's wise to spread them too thin."

"You wouldn't have to go to court. Just help with meetings, depositions, maybe..."

Blaine interrupted.

"No. No more cases like...like the last one."

"Your talents are highly suited for criminal. Think of the good you could do?"

Was he kidding?

"I told you after the last case. No more criminal. I don't like criminal. Too many ethical issues. If I join your firm, I am not doing anything in criminal. Period."

Mike leaned forward. Damn. He would have to play dirty. And far sooner than he wanted to.

"Ethics and moral minefields? Really Blaine? Do you of all people, have the nerve to claim that something bothers you on moral grounds?"

Blaine's eyes darkened and the darkness started swirling around.

"I don't want to deal with all the ethical crap that comes up in criminal."

Mike laughed. "That's rich coming from you. Especially as you sit there next to a man you have enslaved. I wasn't aware that slavery was an ethical practice. Or even legal."

Kurt turned crimson and looked at Mike in shock. How did Mike know that? Blaine didn't even blink.

"As long as the other person wants it and is happy, I see no problem." Kurt nodded in agreement. Kurt wanted to be Blaine's slave. He loved it. He loved him.

Mike narrowed his eyes."What about murder, Blaine? Did that campaign manager agree with you killing him, thus making it okay?"

"I didn't kill anyone."

"The hell you didn't. You are a murderer, an arsonist and a slave owner. You have some nerve, talking about morals and ethics."

Blaine was silent. Thinking.

Mike knew too much. Way too much. He was dangerous.

Perhaps it was time for Mike to meet with an unfortunate accident.

But, he was offering Blaine a hell of a deal. He would have everything he wanted, in half the time. With the guarantee of the salary straight out of law school, they wouldn't have to struggle while Blaine worked his way up. He would be able to take care of Kurt and give him anything he wanted. Having Mike on his side, would be better than having Mike against him. HWV was a powerful and far-reaching firm. Mike was well-known and respected in the legal community. Mike could make life difficult for him.

Or make it easy. Very easy.

Mike seemed to sense Blaine's thought process. He softened his eyes and his tone.

"Look Blaine. You need to work at a firm that will provide cover for you. The legal community is large, yet small in many ways. Eventually, people are going to question why you always win. Your grandfather got away with it because the political world is ever changing. New presidents, new administrations, new senators, new congressmen, new staffers. No one was around long enough to truly catch on. And those who did, were dismissed as haters. The legal world will be harder for you to navigate. Yes, the attorneys will change, but the judges don't. And the rumor mill and gossip track is fast and far-reaching. You will have to be careful. I can help you. I can protect you."

Those were all good points.

Blaine was stuck. He didn't know what to do.

"I need to think about all this. I need time to think."

Mike sat back in his chair. He hadn't planned to allow them to leave without an answer, but he was throwing a lot at a 23 year old kid. Besides, he knew where they lived. He could always find them.

"Alright. Take some time to think. And, Blaine...I hope you know that I meant what I said. About wishing you were my son. Yes, this is about your power and my desire to have you using that power for my firm versus against us in court. But...I really do like you, Blaine. I hope you know that. I'm not bullshitting you. I really mean that."

Blaine nodded. Sure he did.

"Okay."

"And Blaine...give some more thought to having a child. You and Kurt discuss it. You and Samantha really would make a beautiful child."

Blaine wondered if Mike realized how downright creepy his plan sounded. And what the hell was wrong with Samantha?

"Okay. Thanks Mike. "

X-X-X-X-X-X

They rode home in silence. Blaine didn't trust the driver. Once they were safely in the loft, Blaine sat down heavily on the bed.

"Tell me what you think."

Kurt started to undress.

"I think this is dangerous. He wants to own you, not adopt you. He wants to suck you in, get you addicted to the money and then force you to do what he wants. And, what the hell is this craziness about a grandson? That is just strange, weird and creepy. Oh, and don't get me started about that octopus, Samantha! Does she think that if she feels you up enough, you will suddenly turn straight? She couldn't keep her damn hands off of you!"

Blaine smiled. Jealous Kurt was cute.

"So you don't think I should accept it?"

Kurt gave Blaine an incredulous look. "You're kidding, right?"

"Well, it is the firm I want to work for. They are the best and they pay the best. And Mike is right, it will be easier for me to work somewhere that will provide cover for me. I'll be able to use my powers more."

"But that's the problem, Blaine. He's after your power. He basically admitted that."

"He can't force me to use my powers. No one can."

"But, he will probably try. He seems to know an awful lot about you. How does he know so much?"

"His father was friends with my grandfather."

"Oh. Well...how does he know about the fire and...me?"

"Mike's not stupid. I'm sure he did some research. Those articles Mark wrote are still out there. He just connected the dots. And as for you...if his father knew my grandfather, he probably knew my grandmother. Maybe my grandfather told him about their relationship."

Kurt sat down next to Blaine. He felt defeated. It was as if Blaine had no choice, but to join the firm. He couldn't just walk away. Mike knew way too much.

"Why don't you want to do criminal law?"

"Too much moral ambiguity."

Kurt gave him a hard look. "Blaine...please don't take this the wrong way, but I'm a little surprised that you would have this much trouble with criminal stuff. You can be pretty evil."

Blaine looked at Kurt with a pained expression. "You think I'm evil?" He suddenly heard his father's words in his head.

"You're an evil little fuck, Blaine. Just like my dad. He enslaved my mother and then he killed her. All because of this evil, sick, dark power shit.

"You're just like him, Blaine. Just like him. An evil, twisted, abomination, straight from hell. Poor Kurt. He doesn't stand a chance. He looks so fucking delicate. You will either fuck him to death or just kill him. I'm guessing you will kill him."

Kurt's voice was very quiet. "You can be. You tortured Warren. He didn't deserve that. He's my friend and you tortured him. You tortured someone I love."

Blaine felt sick. The darkness was swirling around and growing hot. Okay. Sure. He knew he was evil, but...he didn't think Kurt thought he was evil.

"You think I'm evil." Blaine's eyes were turning black.

Kurt stood up and backed away from him. "I...Blaine..."

Blaine was walking towards him slowly. Kurt backed into the wall. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hands and pinned them above his head. He kissed and sucked at Kurt's neck, his voice quiet.

"You think I'm evil, Kurt?"

"I...no...Blaine...the darkness..."

"The darkness makes me evil?"

"Um...well, yes."

Blaine leaned back to look into Kurt's eyes. "But Kurt, I am the darkness. We are one in the same. The darkness is me. It's my life force. Without it...I die. We are completely connected."

Kurt nodded. His body was trembling. Blaine started kissing his neck again. "Tell me the evil things I've done, Kurt."

Kurt swallowed. Why had he gone down this road? How had they ended up here? Blaine pressed his body into Kurt, their cocks rubbing against each other. Blaine started moving up and down, increasing the friction and pressure. Kurt groaned.

"Tell me Kurt. Tell me of my evil, evil ways."

"You...you...tortured Warren and...your father...um...ohhh..."

Blaine pinned Kurt's hands above his head with his control. He stepped back and started to undress.

"Go on."

"You...you...killed someone..."

Now naked, Blaine pulled Kurt's boxers off leaving him naked and pinned to the wall. He reached over and took Kurt's cock in his hand. He stroked firmly, listening to Kurt moan and whine.

"What else Kurt? What other evil things have I done?"

"I...I...ohhh...I don't know...ohhh master, please..."

"Please what, Kurt?"

"May your slave come?"

"Not yet. We aren't done discussing my evil ways."

Kurt whined as Blaine kept stroking him. Blaine fell to his knees and sucked Kurt down, hard. Kurt cried out. Blaine's mouth was driving him crazy. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Please! Please master, I need to come!"

Blaine released Kurt's cock and stood up to look into his eyes.

"No. I think you should suffer some more. After all, I am evil."

Kurt groaned. How the hell had he gotten himself into this?

Blaine unpinned his hands and turned him around. "Hands on the wall Kurt. Ass out."

Kurt did as he was told. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hips, roughly pulling them towards him. He lined his cock up with Kurt's ass.

"Am I evil, Kurt?"

Kurt had no idea how to answer.

"Tell me Kurt. Am I evil?"

Kurt decided to go for broke. No matter what he answered, Blaine was going to fuck the hell out of him. And he was tired of waiting for it. He needed to feel Blaine's cock in his ass.

"Yes."

Blaine pushed forward, fast and hard. Kurt yelled at the entry. He could barely breathe. Blaine was thrusting into him, powerfully.

"Am I evil, Kurt?"

"Yes!"

Blaine drove harder, deeper. Kurt pressed his hands to the wall and pushed back, forcing his already full ass, even deeper onto Blaine's cock. Blaine yelled from the sudden increase in depth while Kurt hollered from the intensity. Blaine released the darkness, and it wrapped itself around their bodies, pressing them closer, deeper. Kurt couldn't speak. He was completely overcome with cock. It was so good. So damn good. Blaine kept thrusting firmly as he reached his hand around and started stroking Kurt in time to his thrusts. Kurt was now making a wailing, chanting sound. Blaine screamed. "Come beautiful!"

They came in a cacophony of screams and yells. Kurt's cum splattered against the wall. Blaine held Kurt's hips tight as he filled his ass with his hot release. Kurt's legs gave out and he started to fall, but Blaine held him tight and close. Kurt fell back, his head resting on Blaine's shoulder. They stood there for a minute, panting and watching Kurt's cum slide down the wall. Blaine moved from behind Kurt, kneeled down in front of the wall and licked off the cum. Kurt's eyes were wide and his dick tried to get hard again. Shit. So freaking kinky. Blaine turned around and kissed Kurt, making sure he could taste the cum in his mouth. Kurt moaned. Ohhhh...it was all so nasty and erotic and just...he had no words.

They laid down on the bed, wrapped around each other.

Evil.

Blaine didn't want Kurt to think he was evil. Even though he was. It made him mad when his father said it because his father made it sound like he would kill Kurt. He would fail like his grandfather. But with Kurt...he wasn't sure what he expected Kurt to think. He had never told Kurt that he was the one behind the Karofsky attack and he didn't plan to tell him about Andrew Montiel unless absolutely necessary.

Andrew Montiel.

He planned to kill Andrew when they returned from Paris.

Blaine sighed.

Yes. He was evil.

But only towards those who deserved it.

Up next: Paris. Oh, Daveed...