I parked my car outside your house
Hope that someday you'll come home
Seems the woman that I love
Is someone that I hardly know
And after all this time
I finally found a way to be alone
I'm terrified to think that I may be losing my mind
-Losing My Mind by Maroon 5-

"Kurt, I just don't understand. You couldn't wait to go. You've been talking about Paris since you were in the seventh grade. You took French all those years. I don't understand why you quit."

Kurt sighed. He had decided it was time to let his father know he was back in New York for good. He'd been on the phone for 30 minutes, trying to give his father an acceptable explanation.

"Dad...I really missed Blaine and he missed me. I simply decided that I wanted to be here with him. He's going to be starting law school in a few weeks, and I want to be here for that. I want to be supportive."

"How about Blaine being supportive of your wanting to be in Paris?" Burt didn't like this. Not one bit. What the hell was going on with these two?

"Blaine was supportive. He didn't ask me to do this. I decided to do this." Sort of...

"I don't like this, Kurt. I don't approve of you bailing on a commitment. A job commitment, at that. That's not right, Kurt. You told those people you would work for them for a year. You should have upheld your end of the bargain."

Great. More guilt. "I know dad, and I felt really bad, but...I really wanted to come home."

Home. Burt winced a little. Sure, Kurt had been gone for years, but he still thought of his son's home as his home. In Lima.

"Okay. So, you're back in New York. What are you going to do?"

I'm going to cook, clean, design, and allow Blaine to screw the hell out of me. "I'm not sure yet."

"Well are you looking for a job?"

"Actually, Blaine and I are leaving for Paris on Tuesday to get my things. We are going to vacation in France for awhile before coming back. I'll start looking for a job when we return." Eventually.

"Kurt...is everything okay?"

"Yes, of course. Why would you ask me that?"

"I just...I feel like your entire life has revolved around Blaine since the moment you met. For almost six years it's been all about Blaine."

"That's not true! We didn't even live together during college. I thought you liked Blaine."

"This isn't about whether or not I like Blaine. This is about you living your life, Kurt. Your life. Not Blaine's life."

"I am living my life. I'm living my life with Blaine. I want to live my life with Blaine."

"I just don't want you to make Blaine your life."

Too late. Kurt sighed. He would never, ever be able to make anyone understand.

"Dad...I promise you that I am happy and I am living my life. The way I want to. With Blaine."

Burt was silent.

"Dad?"

"Yeah son. I'm here. I'll always be here."

"I know. I love you."

"I love you too. Have a safe trip. Is it too much to ask that you call me when you get there?"

Kurt smiled. "No. I'll call. Bye dad. Kisses to Carol."

"Bye kiddo."

Kurt sat on the couch, looking at the floor. He didn't like lying to his father. He had no plans to look for a job when they returned from France. Things between he and Blaine were finally good again. The soft touches, kisses and caresses were back, along with the laughter and silly conversation. They were finally getting back to normal, and Kurt was not going to do anything to derail their progress. He wanted Blaine to feel secure in their relationship and to have confidence in Kurt's promise to take care of him before he started making moves. Kurt didn't plan to look for a job until after the first of the year.

Blaine was watching Kurt from the kitchen. The darkness was swirling, wondering what Burt had said. From the side of the conversation he had heard, Blaine guessed that Burt did not approve of Kurt quitting the internship. Blaine didn't give a shit. Burt would just have to get over it. He needed Kurt with him. Everyone else could fuck off. But he didn't like seeing Kurt sad.

"Hey beautiful, didn't you want to go buy some special sun, skin protection stuff for the trip?"

Kurt looked up at Blaine. Why couldn't everyone understand? Just look at him. Dark curly hair framing a beautiful face with gorgeous, honey-amber eyes that change colors. Strong, firm arms that held him every night, making him feel loved, safe and protected. A firm chest that was perfect for Kurt to lay his head on. Beautiful, olive-skinned legs that were fast, strong and muscular. And between those legs was the most amazing dick in the world. A dick that tasted like and produced manna from heaven, but could create a hot, sexual hell that left Kurt pleading for mercy while begging for more; or send him floating into pure bliss with gentle, loving strokes. Why couldn't everyone understand why he wanted this man so much? Blaine was beautiful. A special, powerful, beautiful man.

Kurt smiled at him. "Yes, let's go shopping."

X-X-X-X-X-X

As Kurt interrogated the sales person at the facial care boutique, Blaine's phone rang. He stepped outside to answer it.

"Hey Blaine. It's Rick."

"Hi. How are you?"

"I'm good. We missed you at the funeral. It was...interesting. It was barely about Jace. There was all this music and poetry he probably would have hated. It was definitely more about his parents than him."

Blaine had nothing to say. He couldn't care less.

"Anyway, reason for my call is to make sure you knew about tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Yeah. We're all getting together for dinner at LaChey's. Kind of our own, goodbye and we'll miss you dinner for Jace. He loved LaChey's."

Yeah. Blaine knew that. They'd had dinner there a few times when they didn't want to stay in and have Frances cook for them.

"I don't know if we'll be able to make it. Kurt and I are leaving for Paris on Tuesday. We have a lot to do."

"It would be great if you and Kurt could come. People were asking about you at the funeral."

Shit.

"What time?"

"Come on, Kurt. We are going to be late."

Kurt peeked around the closet door and glared at Blaine.

"I still can't believe we are going to this."

"I told you before. I need to make an appearance. People knew we were friends. I don't want to draw attention to myself by being missing in action from everything. That might raise suspicions."

"Fine." Kurt stepped out from behind the door and took Blaine's breath away.

"Damn Kurt. You look...incredible."

Kurt smiled. "Of course I do, but thank you for mentioning it."

Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and pulled him close. He started kissing and nuzzling his neck. "Mmm, you smell so good. And you taste delicious."

Kurt closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Blaine. "We don't have to go. We could stay here and do ...other things."

Blaine growled. He would never, ever get tired of doing other things with Kurt. But, they really needed to go to this dinner.

"Stop tempting me. We gotta go to this thing."

"If you say so, master." Kurt slid his hands down Blaine's back to his ass. He squeezed and brought his hands back up, clasping them behind Blaine's neck. "We could stay here and experiment with the spreader bar."

Blaine was growing harder by the minute. He forced himself to pull away from Kurt.

"Let's go so we can hurry up and come back."

X-X-X

From the moment they walked into the restaurant, Kurt immediately understood why Blaine liked this crowd. You could feel that you were surrounded by men of wealth and power. The clothes they wore, the watches on their wrists and the electronic toys in their pockets, were all indications of high net worth. They all reeked of money and the confidence that comes from having it. Yes, Blaine would definitely like this group. He fit in perfectly.

Blaine proudly introduced Kurt to everyone. Some were noticeably surprised. They thought Blaine and Jace were dating.

Blaine was thrilled to watch Kurt fit right in. Kurt hit it off with a guy named Derron who owned his own salon, and his partner Keith who was a doctor. Blaine stood at the bar, chatting with a few attorneys about firms he should consider working for one day. Blaine said nothing as both attorneys immediately suggested he try to get on at Huntel Wellington and VanSant. Best in the city. Best on the east coast.

Blaine watched Kurt, laughing and talking, animatedly with Keith and Derron. Kurt was so beautiful. So beautiful and perfect, and all his. No one else had ever touched his beautiful, wonderful Kurt. Blaine smiled.

Later, Kurt was the one watching Blaine being his charming, dazzling self. Seeing Blaine like this made Kurt so happy. Things really were getting back to normal.

Kent had been watching Kurt, watch Blaine.

"You're so lucky to have him."

Kurt smiled. Yes. He felt very lucky to have Blaine.

"He really loves you. More than most people love their significant other." Kurt looked at Kent, curiously.

"What makes you say that?"

Kent blushed. "I-I really shouldn't discuss it. I have to respect my client's confidences."

Kurt arched an eyebrow. Now he was fully intrigued.

"Confidences about what?"

"Well," Kent looked around nervously. "I have clients who are married with children and they don't have million dollar policies for their spouses. All of Blaine's accounts, all of his money is willed to you. Even his Anderson family money lists you as the beneficiary. He really wants to make sure you are okay if something happens to him. Million dollar policies aren't cheap. He must really love you."

Kurt looked back at Blaine. A million dollar life insurance policy? The thought of Blaine dying made Kurt feel nauseous. He thought of Blaine's grandfather and grandmother. Kurt always thought their story was tragic, yet romantic and beautiful. Would he want to continue living without Blaine?

Blaine saw Kurt looking at him. He smiled his winning smile and winked at him. Kurt's heart melted. No. He would not want to live without Blaine.

Throughout the evening, Blaine played the role of the sad friend. He fought the urge to vomit as everyone shared stories of what a great guy Jace was. There was universal agreement that it was terrible to lose someone so incredibly gorgeous and smart. Blaine said and shared nothing. The only thing he was curious about was Jace's car. Did anyone know what his parents were going to do with his car? Were they going to sell it? Kurt shot him a look. He couldn't be serious?

Once dinner was over, Blaine and Kurt excused themselves, claiming tons to do to get ready to leave for Paris. Once outside, Blaine exhaled.

"So glad that shits over."

"Do you really want his car?"

Blaine shrugged. "Why not? That car is awesome. Only 500 were made. You can't buy it anymore. I could have it professionally detailed to get rid of his...smell. Hell, his family should give me the fucking car. I deserve it."

Kurt could see Blaine drifting into a dark place as his mind went back in time. Kurt trailed his nails up and down Blaine's back. He wasn't about to let him slip into a bad mood.

"So, master. Are you going to let me get away with coming without your permission the other night?" Kurt leaned close to Blaine's ear. "I thought you wanted to control your slave."

Blaine closed his eyes and drowned in Kurt's sweet voice and words. He turned to him, his eyes black and filled with desire.

"Oh, you will be punished."

"Promise?"

About 90 minutes later, Kurt wondered what on earth he had been thinking.

Once they were home, Blaine made him strip and kneel.

"Since we are going on vacation, this will be our last punishment for awhile, so I thought we would do something...special."

Kurt swallowed and nodded. His eyes were wet and glazed over with submissive surrender. He was excited and turned on as hell.

"I want you to suck me hard, beautiful. When I come, you are not going to swallow. Do you understand?"

"Yes master."

Kurt happily swallowed Blaine's cock, sucking strong and firm, as if his life depended on it. Blaine held off as long as possible before coming with a loud growling grunt. He held Kurt's head tightly, pressing his face to his groin as he poured cum into his mouth. Kurt was careful not to swallow. Blaine slowly pulled himself out of Kurt's mouth and gently ran his thumb over his tightly closed lips.

"Stay Kurt and do not swallow."

Kurt watched as Blaine pulled the spreader bar out from underneath the bed. He then reached into the drawer of the nightstand and took out three items before walking back over to Kurt.

"Stand up."

Blaine fastened his ankles to the spreader bar and then surprised Kurt by falling to his knees and taking Kurt's cock into his mouth. Kurt concentrated on not swallowing as he fought to suppress the moans of desire rising in his throat. Once Kurt was extremely hard and right on the edge, Blaine stopped and started to gently wrap a strip of soft black leather around Kurt's cock in a criss-cross pattern. Kurt watched in rapt fascination. His eyes grew wide as Blaine slid a very pretty, silver cock ring down Kurt's dick. He closed it tightly at the base, causing tiny shivers to shoot through Kurt's entire body. He'd never worn a cock ring before. Blaine was usually the one wearing it.

"Swallow slave."

Kurt swallowed and then let forth a low moan and whine as he studied his neatly wrapped dick. A hot, boiling swirl of arousal, churned in his stomach. Blaine smiled a beautiful, evil smile. "Since you can't control yourself, I am going to lock you up for awhile." Blaine produced a hex key on a chain. Blaine carefully turned the key, tightening and locking the cock ring into place. He put the key around his neck. Kurt closed his eyes and took a very deep breath. He thought he might come immediately, despite the ring. The leather and the ring were tight, but did not hurt. It was actually, strangely comfortable. The real punishment was mental. The fact that the ring was literally locked around his cock was screwing with his head.

Blaine stepped back and looked at him. "I told you I would punish your cock if you came without permission. Now, kneel down, forehead to the floor, wrists to your ankles."

Blaine fastened Kurt's wrists to the spreader bar and then slowly slid himself into his ass. Kurt groaned loudly as the urge to come attacked him.

Blaine kept his movements slow. "Do you like this, beautiful? Do you like being punished this way?"

Kurt couldn't speak. He was too aroused. He was scared to make a sound for fear he would explode. He was sure his aching cock was moaning.

Blaine sped up slightly and then suddenly pulled out. Kurt gasped at the emptiness and then screeched as he felt the butt plug being pushed into his ass.

Oh no...

This was...

No words...

Blaine turned the vibration to six.

"When I tell you not to come without permission I mean it, slave. Now you get to suffer. I think I will leave you like this all night."

Blaine switched the setting to eight and walked to the kitchen. He put all the dishes away, wiped down the counters and swept the floor. By the time he was done Kurt was making strange meowing sounds. Blaine leaned down, gave him a deep, wet kiss and changed the vibration to ten. Kurt screamed as the strong, quivering sensations flooded his ass.

"I'm going to clean the bathroom."

Kurt's mind was a mess. He was bound to the bar in the most submissive of positions. His cock was locked in a ring that had a key, and the key was around Blaine's neck. The sensations in his ass were going straight to his cock...which was locked in a ring...that had a key...around Blaine's neck...and around and around his thoughts ran. A sexual circle of hell, fucking with his mind as he desperately fought the urge to come despite the fact that he couldn't come anyway.

Blaine finished cleaning the bathroom and sat down on the floor, in front of his captive. Kurt was covered in sweat, he was breathing hard and his moans...oh, his moans. Blaine had never, ever heard Kurt moan like this. Blaine wrapped his hand around his own cock and started stroking. Kurt watched hungrily. He was delirious with lust. He wanted Blaine to fuck him so bad, and he was desperate to come. Instead, he watched Blaine stroke himself to orgasm, coming all over his hand. He held his hand up to Kurt's lips.

"Lick."

Kurt thoroughly cleaned every drop of cum from Blaine's hand, his eyes pleading with him.

"Please...master..."

"Yes, my beautiful slave?"

"Take me...please...I need..."

"You may not come and I am not going to fuck you, but it is time for bed."

Blaine released Kurt's hands and ankles from the bar, turned off and removed the plug, and removed the cock ring, but left the leather wrapped around Kurt's cock. Kurt's body was weak and trembling. Blaine carried him to the bed and laid him down. He climbed in next to him and turned off the light.

Wait a minute...

Kurt looked at him desperately.

Blaine smiled evilly.

"The leather stays on."

"What?"

"The leather stays on. Goodnight."

Kurt laid there for 15 minutes.

"Blaine?"

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Please fuck me."

Blaine turned to look at Kurt and smiled. "No. Go to sleep."

Kurt fell into a tortured sleep, full of dreams of being tied up and having Blaine fuck him into the ground.

Around 7:00 am, Kurt woke up. He was exhausted and so horny, he thought his dick would burst from the leather. He climbed on top of Blaine, staring at his beautiful face until he opened his eyes.

"Good morning Kurt."

"Fuck me. Now."

Blaine smiled. "Did you sleep well?"

"Fuck me, now!"

"Will you ever come without permission again?"

"No! Now fuck me!"

Blaine laughed. He unwrapped Kurt's cock, turned him over on to his stomach, made him get up on his knees, and fucked him until he completely fell apart. Blaine was amazed at how hard and how loud Kurt came.

Kurt slept peacefully until 2:00 pm. When he woke up, he scooted back and leaned against the headboard. Blaine had started packing.

"Good afternoon sleepyhead."

Kurt closed his eyes and hummed. Blaine sat down on the bed, grinning wickedly.

"Did you enjoy your punishment?"

Kurt nodded.

"You know what, Kurt? You are a bondage whore."

"A what?"

"A bondage whore. You love being tied up."

Kurt blushed and covered his face with his hands. Blaine laughed. Kurt was beyond adorable.

"It's okay. I love tying you up. You look deliciously sexy tied up." Blaine leaned over and attacked Kurt's neck as his dick hardened. Kurt gently pushed him away.

"Uh uh. No more. I must start packing, plus I'm starving."

Blaine reluctantly sat back. "Okay. Pizza, packing and then Paris, here we come."

Kurt squealed and clapped his hands, making Blaine laugh again. Damn, he loved this man.

Etienne's heart soared when he saw Kurt. The last time he'd seen him Kurt looked pale and slightly deranged. Etienne was thrilled to see a healthy, happy Kurt accompanied by an attractive, yet menacing looking guy.

"Kurt!"

"Etienne!"

The two hugged tightly. Blaine reminded himself that Etienne was straight and had taken good care of Kurt.

"Etienne, this is my fiancee, Blaine. Blaine, my wonderful roommate, Etienne."

"Pleased to meet ya, mate."

"Likewise. Thanks for looking out for Kurt."

"Thanks for taking care of the rent for six months. Bloody nice of you."

"No problem."

As they walked, Etienne made a mental note to warn Kurt about Daveed. Blaine seemed nice, but he also looked like he could easily kill someone. Daveed needed to stay away from their flat. Far, far away.

Kurt talked nonstop as they rode through the city. Blaine looked at him, lovingly. Kurt was so cute when he was overly excited. Once they arrived at the flat, Etienne dragged Kurt to the kitchen while Blaine looked around.

"Daveed has been showing up here unannounced. I told him you left for New York and wouldn't be back, but he didn't believe me. He knew your stuff was still here. I told him I was going to send it, but he didn't buy it. Your boyfriend seems nice, but he also looks like he could take Daveed out with one look. You'd better be careful."

Kurt took a deep breath and tried to reign in his panic. He had hoped Daveed would have moved on to the next young American in need of a guide in Paris. Especially since Kurt had not responded to any of his calls or texts. He felt bad about that, but he didn't want to lead Daveed on further and he certainly didn't want Blaine to find out about him.

"When was the last time he was here?"

"About four days ago, so he's due for another visit. I'll do my best to cover for you but...you'd better be careful. Daveed is a horny little bugger who talks too much. The idiot will get himself killed."

Kurt didn't say anything. Etienne had no idea how right his was. Blaine would kill Daveed with a blink of his eyes. And there was no telling what he would do to Kurt if he found out what he had allowed Daveed to do to him. Punishment was not the appropriate word.

For the first two days, Kurt and Blaine focused on packing. Kurt carefully and lovingly folded his clothes, placing a piece of tissue paper between each item. Etienne rolled his eyes. Seriously?

Once things were packed and shipping arrangements made, Kurt and Blaine spent their days and nights exploring Paris. It was wonderful to be in love in the most romantic city in the world. They visited cafes where they sat close together and fed each other chocolates and scones with cream and jam. At night, they went to cocktail bars where Blaine would get Kurt slightly drunk and then molest him in their booth; grateful for the low lighting and Parisians who could care less about two gay men engaged in heavy displays of affection. Kurt convinced Blaine to join him in an All About Chocolate spa treatment at the Four Seasons George V Hotel. The spa treatment included a chocolate-mint body scrub, followed by a Swiss chocolate and toffee body wrap, ending with a deep tissue massage using cocoa oil. At the end of the spa treatment, Blaine kicked the masseuse out, locked the door, and made love to Kurt on the massage table.

They also visited the design house. Kurt was nervous about returning there, but he felt obligated to say a proper goodbye. He knew his abrupt departure had left his co-workers in a bind, so he brought croissants, coffee and chocolate for the entire staff. A peace offering. To his relief, everyone was kind and forgiving. Blaine went along with Kurt's story that he had been very sick and needed Kurt to care for him. He was better now, but the illness scare had made Kurt decide to return to New York. The women were quick to forgive Kurt when they saw Blaine. They would happily drop everything to take care of him. Monique, who got stuck with the fashion show, was icy at first. Kurt begged forgiveness and gave her flowers and her own, personal box of chocolate. This melted her anger. She showed Kurt the models she had chosen and all the plans for the show. Kurt gushed over everything and claimed that she was doing a better job than he would have done.

The designer gave Kurt a very chilly reception. She had specifically chosen him for the internship because of his portfolio. Excellent ideas and fresh designs. Ideas and designs she could imitate and pass off as her own. She had planned to offer Kurt a permanent position. She didn't want to lose his talent, and she didn't want to see him open his own design house. More competition in the marketplace.

Kurt remained silent during her lecture on responsibility and the importance of earning a good reputation in the fashion world. Stunts like his did not make for a good reputation. Blaine quietly seethed outside the door, clenching his fists and trying to quiet the darkness. He didn't like hearing Kurt, taken to task by some French bitch. He didn't deserve it. When they came out of her office, Blaine fought the urge to choke her to death. Kurt could sense his anger, and quickly steered them back down to the main floor. He looked at Blaine and shook his head. "It's okay. She's right. I am breaking the commitment I made to her."

"I don't care. No one talks to you like that. Stupid bitch."

Kurt smiled and caressed his cheek. "I love you for being upset, but she really is right, Blaine. Relax, I'm fine. I'm a big boy."

Blaine slid his hand between Kurt's legs. "Yes. You are definitely a big boy."

Kurt swatted his hand away and turned three shades of red.

Before they left, the staff decided everyone should meet Saturday night for a farewell dinner for Kurt. Kurt was delighted. Blaine was proud and happy to see Kurt so loved and respected by his colleagues, and he liked how impressed everyone was by his talent. Maybe...just maybe...one day... he would let Kurt open a design house. Perhaps when Blaine was out of law school and settled at Huntel Wellington and VanSant. Assuming he accepted Mike's offer.

Blaine had no idea what he was going to do about Mike. It was a great offer, but he didn't trust Mike. He wasn't interested in helping anyone else get away with murder. Helping Andrew get off had left him feeling responsible for cleaning up the mess left behind. He planned to force Andrew to pay money to both Alicia and Stephanie's families. He figured he would torture him into agreeing and promise to spare his life if he paid. Once he paid, he would kill him anyway.

Evil?

Yes.

Deserved?

Yes.

As long as it was deserved, it was okay to kill someone.

In Blaine's mind anyway.

X-X-X-X-X

After visiting the design house, Kurt and Blaine decided to head back to the flat. As they turned the corner, Kurt spotted Daveed's silver Mercedes, just as his phone started beeping. A text from Etienne.

Stay away! Daveed is here!

Kurt stopped and grabbed Blaine's arm.

"Hey...um...I meant to stop at the bakery to...um...pick up some...bread for in the morning."

"I'm actually kind of tired. Let's go rest first. We can go out later."

"No! I mean...they close early. Let's just go now while we're still out. They have great cupcakes."

Cupcakes. Blaine loved cupcakes.

Kurt stalled in the bakery until his phone beeped again.

E – Gone. Promises to come back. Knows you're here.

Kurt stared at the message. Crap.

They had been in Paris for a little over a week. Today was Thursday. They were supposed to leave for Biarritz on Sunday. Kurt turned to Blaine.

"Do you want to leave for Biarritz tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Why?"

"Well...I thought we could officially start our vacation."

As they walked, Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, and allowed his hand to creep down and rest on Kurt's ass.

"I thought we had started our vacation. I've been having a fabulous time."

Kurt sighed. So had he. The past nine days had been simply glorious. Kurt was sure he had gained a pound a day from all the rich food, wine and chocolate. And the sex had been amazing. Since they didn't want Etienne to hear them, they had only been making love, quietly. Gentle, sweet, romantic love. Everything had been perfect.

"It's probably time for us to get out of Etienne's hair. I'm sure he can't wait to turn the flat into a harem."

"Well...if you really want to leave, I'll make the arrangements, but what about the party with your friends from the design house? That's Saturday night."

Dammit. Kurt had forgotten, just that quickly. He was really worried about running into Daveed. Daveed was kind and sweet and had been really good to Kurt. He didn't deserve to have anything happen to him. Sure, he was horny, but that was Kurt's fault. Kurt had been a tease.

"Okay. We'll leave Sunday morning."

Later, while Blaine was in the shower, Kurt and Etienne stressed.

"He knows you're here, Kurt. Said he could smell your lovely scent." Etienne made a gagging face.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him your fiancee was here."

"And?"

"And the stupid bugger said he didn't care."

Kurt groaned.

"Why don't you just tell Blaine? I mean, it's not as if you actually did more than a bit of snogging...did you?"

Kurt shook his head and looked at Etienne, as if he were crazy. "No. I didn't sleep with him, but...it doesn't matter. Blaine is very possessive and jealous. Insanely jealous. He can't find out Daveed even exists."

Kurt decided he would call Daveed later. He had to warn him to stay away. Things between he and Blaine were wonderful again. He didn't want anything to screw that up.

And he didn't want Blaine to commit another murder.

Kurt never had a chance to call Daveed.

On Friday, he and Blaine rented a car and went for a drive on the French countryside. They drove for miles before stopping at a small village for lunch. After lunch, they explored a historic castle, set high upon a hill. Blaine loved castles. The idea of being a king appealed to him. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"So if you are king, what am I?"

"You can be my queen."

"Why can't I be a king too?"

"Nope. The queen has to answer to the king. I like that better."

"I bet you do."

"Speaking of which...when are we getting married?"

Kurt looked at his ring, fingered his collar, and smiled. A ring and a collar. Blaine had truly given him beautiful jewelry.

"Well, now that I'm back in New York, I guess we can get married sooner."

"How soon?"

Kurt thought for a moment. "Why don't we still do it in June? After school is out."

Blaine sighed. He didn't want to wait that long, but it didn't make sense to do it during the school year. He would be too busy studying.

"Okay. June. Or give some thought to May. The sooner, the better."

Kurt nodded. This was good. It would give him something to work on while Blaine was in class.

Kurt walked over to one of the castle walls and leaned back against it.

"Oh, king?"

Blaine turned towards him and his eyes immediately darkened. Kurt was giving him a come-hither look. Blaine walked towards him.

"Yes, my queen?"

Kurt pulled him into a deep, hot kiss as he ran his hands up and down Blaine's back and arms. He loved the feel of his strong, muscular body.

"Your queen would like your royal dick up his royal ass."

Blaine looked around. "Here?"

Kurt nodded and started trailing his fingers up and down the wall. Blaine shook his head.

"Kurt...that's not like the brick wall at home. This looks worse. Much worse."

Kurt leaned close to Blaine's ear and whispered. "Does that mean you will fuck me harder? Much harder?"

Blaine didn't argue. He just hoped no one came along and heard Kurt's screams.

X-X-X

That evening, they went to dinner with Etienne and his girlfriend of the week, Katarina. Naturally, Katarina was a model. She made Blaine think of Samantha, but he decided Samantha was prettier.

Samantha.

Blaine couldn't figure out why Samantha was so willing to go along with Mike on the whole baby thing. Didn't she want to meet a guy, get married and have kids? Why was she letting Mike pimp her out? It was unsettling.

Everything about the entire deal was unsettling.

But...Blaine really wanted the partnership. He wanted the money, power and prestige that would come from working for a firm like Huntel Wellington and VanSant. It really was the best firm on the east coast.

And...a tiny voice in the back of his head spoke to him.

You like the idea of someone wanting you as their son.

Saturday evening arrived, beautiful and warm. Blaine was wearing an outfit chosen by Kurt. Designer black pants with a white, designer, button down shirt. He hadn't had a haircut in a while, so his curls were longer. Kurt had insisted he allow them to stay gel-free.

"Come on, Kurt. We need to get going."

Kurt emerged from the bathroom wearing a vintage, black and white, French striped shirt with tight black pants and black, knee-hi boots. The shirt fit him perfectly, accentuating his chest and arms. The tight pants showed off the lovely firmness of his ass.

Blaine groaned and pulled Kurt to him. He started kissing and sucking on his neck. "You look fine as hell, Kurt. Your ass in those pants...shit. Let's be late."

Kurt giggled and pulled away. "Thank you and no, we are not going to be late to a party in my honor. Come on. Starting tomorrow, you can take me constantly."

Blaine stared at Kurt's ass, as he followed him out the door. Yes, he definitely planned to take him constantly. Over and over and over.

Kurt was surprised when he saw Etienne. Etienne had actually dressed in something other than jeans. He had on khaki pants and a nice blue shirt.

"Aww, Etienne. You dressed up for me!"

Etienne grinned. "Yeah. Do you think there will be some models there for me to chat up?"

Kurt rolled his eyes while Blaine smiled. He was glad he didn't have Etienne's life. A different woman every week. He was grateful for Kurt. Kurt was all he wanted or needed. Forever.

As they climbed into a waiting taxi, no one noticed the silver Mercedes parked down the street.

The dinner had officially turned into a party. Kurt was thrilled to see everyone from the design house, plus clients and other friends. Blaine was impressed. How had Kurt met so many people and made so many friends, so quickly? It was as if he'd been there a full year.

As Kurt moved around the room laughing and talking to people, Blaine sat at the bar, engrossed in a robust debate about French versus American tennis players with two guys named Max and Pierre. Thanks to tweets and facebook, people who were not officially invited, joined the party. As the wine continued to flow, things grew loud and boisterous. Blaine had been keeping an eye on Kurt, but soon lost him in the crowd. He assumed he had gone to the bathroom, but after a few minutes he went looking for him.

He couldn't find him.

Where was Kurt?

D – I'm outside. Come out or I'm coming in.

Kurt looked at the text message and froze. Shit.

He excused himself from the couple he was talking to, and quickly headed out of the restaurant. He needed to get rid of Daveed. Fast.

Once outside, he looked around but didn't see him. Suddenly, someone was dragging him into the alley next to the restaurant. Daveed spun him around and backed him up against the wall.

"Daveed! What the hell! You scared me!"

"Don't talk to me about scaring people! I leave to get you something to eat, come back and you are gone! I was worried sick that you had wandered off in a confused state. Then Etienne tells me you've left for New York. Why would you do that to me? No goodbye, no phone call, no text. Nothing! Plus, Etienne practically cut my head off for letting you leave the hospital! Why Kurt? Why? Why would you treat me like this? I was good to you. I cared for you. I was starting to fall in love with you. And you just leave without so much as a goodbye or explanation. Why would you treat me so badly?"

Kurt was on the verge of tears. He felt awful.

"I'm sorry Daveed. I'm so sorry. Blaine was sick and I had to go and...he's very jealous and over-protective. I couldn't contact you. I can't let him know about you. He will kill you."

Daveed looked skeptical. "Oh, really? The guy I saw you leave with this evening?"

Kurt looked around nervously. "Please Daveed. Don't underestimate him. You need to leave. You need to leave before he sees you."

"I've missed you, Kurt. Despite the way you've treated me, I've missed you." Daveed tried to wrap his arms around Kurt's waist to pull him closer, but Kurt quickly stepped back and pulled away.

"Please Daveed. Go. Leave. This is so dangerous. Please leave."

Daveed studied Kurt's face, noting the genuine fear in his eyes. "Why are you so scared of your lover? You shouldn't fear your lover."

"Please Daveed. Get out of here! Leave! You need to leave before Blaine sees you!"

"Why Kurt? Why does he need to leave before I see him?"

Kurt's blood ran cold. He looked into Daveed's eyes and fearfully whispered, "Run. Please run."

Daveed looked at him in confusion before shifting his gaze to Blaine. Kurt slowly turned around.

Blaine's eyes were black and burning with a frightening, fiery rage. His fists were clenched at his sides, as his entire body trembled. His temperature was boiling.

"Blaine...please..."

"Move out of the way, Kurt."

Kurt shook his head. "Blaine, please. He didn't do anything. This was my fault. Please..."

"Come here Kurt."

Kurt could feel Blaine's pull.

He hesitated, trying to resist.

Blaine could sense the resistance.

He lost control.

The darkness crashed through him in a fiery flood, replacing the blood in his veins and taking over Blaine's mind. It consumed him completely as he threw his head back and screamed.

Realizing his mistake, Kurt ran towards him, falling to his knees.

"Blaine! Please! Please!"

Blaine looked down at him, his eyes black and full of dominance and a possessive lust. Kurt felt his enslavement take over. He fell even further to the ground, forehead pressed to the cement, his arms automatically moved to align his wrists by his ankles.

Stay.

Blaine turned on Daveed, who was frozen in fear, watching in terror. He gasped as Blaine wrapped one hand around his throat, squeezing and pressing him against the wall. Daveed struggled to breathe and found himself trapped under Blaine's gaze. Blaine relaxed his hold, just enough for him to speak.

"Have you ever touched Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"His neck, arms, shoulders, back..."

"Tell me exactly what you did."

"I ran my hands all over his body. Massaging him."

"Did you touch his ass?"

"Yes."

"Did you touch his dick?"

"No."

"Did you kiss him?"

"Yes."

Blaine increased the strength of his hold around Daveed's neck.

"Did you fuck him?"

"N-no."

"Did he fuck you?"

"N-no."

Blaine continued to squeeze Daveed's neck as a jealous rage soared through his body. When he finally released him, Daveed fell to the ground. Blaine picked Daveed up and threw him against the wall with his mind. Daveed screamed as Blaine unleashed a horrifyingly hot pain upon him. Blaine stared at his mouth and silenced him. Daveed rolled around on the ground trying to cry out, as the horrible torture rolled over and through his body. Blaine locked his thoughts and turned to Kurt.

Kurt was still kneeling on the ground, forehead pressed to the cement. Blaine pulled him up and stared into his eyes.

"Did you let him touch you?"

Kurt couldn't lie. "Y-yes master."

Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes for a moment before pushing him away. Kurt gasped and fell to the ground, as a strange sensation rippled through him. It was as if something left his body.

Blaine walked over to Daveed and stared down at him. He stopped the pain and then slowly, with his mind, broke both his legs, both of his arms, and cracked his ribs. Daveed's face was one of pure horror and intense pain. Blaine released his voice and enjoyed listening to Daveed's excruciating screams. He was about to kill him when...

"What the bloody hell!" Etienne stared at the scene in front of him, mouth open in shock. He had grown concerned when he realized Kurt and Blaine were gone. He had wandered outside to look for them.

Kurt ran to Blaine and fell to his knees in front of him, wrapping his arms around Blaine's legs as he looked up at him, beseechingly.

"Please! What...what did you do? What did you do to me? What did you do to me? Please master..."

Blaine backed away from him. Kurt started screaming.

"No! No! What did you do? Don't release me! Master! Please...please...I love you! Please..."

Blaine kept backing away from him, shaking his head.

He had to leave. He had to get away from Kurt. He had promised that he would never, ever hurt Kurt. He had to get away from him.

Before he killed him for his betrayal.

Blaine ran.

Kurt jumped up to run after him, but Etienne stopped him.

"Kurt! What the bloody hell is going on? What's wrong with Daveed? What happened?"

Kurt was hysterical. He was screaming Blaine's name and trying to break free from Etienne. A few people had noticed something going on and stopped to stare. Someone had called the police.

Monique was standing in the alley, trying to figure out what was happening. Etienne pushed Kurt into her arms. "Get him the hell out of here! Take him to the flat!"

Monique dragged a screaming and crying Kurt into a taxi. She held him to her and tried to shush him.

"Kurt, it will be okay. It will be okay, mon cherie."

Kurt just cried and screamed.

"Blainnnnne!"