I can not refuse your eyes,
Please don't look at me tonight.
My heart beats fast I know you're there,
And I pretend like I don't care.
It hurts so bad to know the truth,
But I am still in love with you.
-Until You're Over Me by Maroon 5-

Blaine practically ran out of his last class. He couldn't wait to see Kurt. The past four days had been hell. Returning to an empty loft every night had been depressing and painful. He felt like he had missed Kurt more the past four days than he had when he was in France. Blaine had thought about using his master control over Kurt to make it impossible for him to leave the loft, but he shook the idea from his head. He couldn't do that. Kurt needed to go shopping during the day, do laundry, plan the wedding. He couldn't keep him locked up all the time...or could he? The darkness thought it was a great idea. You let him run around far too much. He's spoiled. That's what got you raped this summer. Blaine shuddered and told the darkness to shut up. "I still believe in love before the control. The control flows from the love."

X-X-X-X-X

When Kurt arrived at the loft, he took a shower and decided to take a quick nap. He was sure Blaine would come home after his last class. No law library tonight.

After his nap, Kurt fixed his hair in a wild spiky style he knew Blaine loved. He took off his clothes and waited.

Blaine walked in and stopped when he saw Kurt.

Damn. Kurt was so breathtakingly beautiful.

Kurt walked towards him. "Hello master. Your slave missed you."

Blaine couldn't get his clothes off fast enough. They fell on to the bed in a tumble of hands touching everywhere, mouths frantically kissing and words of love and desire being murmured against skin. They made love urgently, full of heat and passion. Kurt settled against Blaine, sighing contentedly. Blaine held him close.

"I'm so glad you're home. I missed you, beautiful. I missed you so much."

"I missed you to."

"Don't leave anymore."

"I won't."

Despite it being a school night, they made love twice more before stopping to order pizza. As they ate, Kurt told Blaine about his visit home. He did not tell Blaine about Warren's short-lived kidnapping attempt, but he did tell Blaine about Warren's call to his father. Blaine's eyes turned black and the darkness swirled in anger. Kurt ran his nails up and down Blaine's back, soothing him. Once Blaine and the darkness calmed down, Kurt led Blaine to the bed. Blaine sat in the middle of the bed, leaning against the headboard. Kurt sat between Blaine's legs, resting his head on Blaine's chest. He started carefully.

"Do you love me?"

"Oh my God, Kurt. How could you ever ask me that? I love you more than anything. You are the only person I love."

"If I ask you to do something for me, would you?"

"Of course, beautiful. I'd do anything for you. I'd kill for you."

Kurt shuddered. That's what he was afraid of.

"It's nothing like that. Definitely nothing like that. But I do want you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Kurt sat up and turned around to look into Blaine's eyes. He saw the love and desire swirling within the honey-amber. He hoped it would be enough.

"Hear me out. I love Warren. Don't look like that. I love him as a friend and I'd like to keep him as a friend. But...he's dangerous. He can't handle knowing about us. Maybe one day...after he's met someone or better yet, maybe if he gets to know you better and sees just how much you love me and that don't mistreat me. But for now he's dangerous so...I want you to erase Warren's knowledge of our relationship. I'll invite him over for dinner this weekend. You trap him and erase his mind. I don't want to risk him telling someone about us and I certainly don't want him calling my dad again. I want to stay friends with him, but I don't want to have to keep defending you. Defending us."

An evil, nasty thought entered Blaine's mind.

Kurt continued. "But you have to promise not to kill him. Just erase his mind. Don't torture or kill him."

"Sure beautiful. I promise."

"I mean it, Blaine. No torture and no murder."

"I understand. Just erase his mind. I got it."

Warren was both thrilled and scared when he saw Kurt's number flash on his cell phone. He had not spoken to Kurt since the ridiculous kidnapping attempt or his phone call to Burt. He figured Kurt was calling to curse him out.

He was not expecting forgiveness and an invitation to dinner.

"Really Kurt? You, me and Blaine? I don't know."

"Please Warren? If the two of you would just take the time to get to know each other, I think you would see that neither of you are bad. If you spent some time around Blaine, you would see how wonderful he treats me and how much he loves me. You can tell Blaine about your dating adventures so he will know that you're not interested in me anymore."

But I am still interested in you. I love you.

"Okay Kurt. I'll do it for you."

"Thank you. Saturday at 7:00 pm."

"I'll be there. And Kurt...I'm really, really sorry about locking you up. It was so stupid."

"Forget about it Warren. I'll see you Saturday."

Warren hung up and wondered about Mr. Hummel. Apparently he hadn't said anything to Kurt. Did he think Warren was kidding? Warren actually felt relieved. He never should have made that call. As badly as he wanted to see Kurt leave Blaine, he regretted betraying Kurt's confidence.

X-X-X-X-X

As 7:00 pm approached, Blaine watched Kurt dancing around the kitchen preparing Warren's favorite dish. Warren's favorite. Not Blaine's. He didn't give a fuck about Warren being their guest. Kurt should not cook another man's favorite dish. Blaine's jealously assisted the darkness in convincing him to go through with his plan. It is time for Warren to go. You've allowed him to linger around for far too long. Kurt will forgive you. He has no choice but to forgive you. He's your slave.

Warren arrived promptly at 7:00 pm.

"Hi Warren. Thanks for coming." Kurt gave him a hug. Warren looked nervously at Blaine. Blaine was glowering at him.

"Hey Blaine."

"Hi."

Kurt had told Blaine to wait until after dinner to erase Warren's mind. A tiny, hopeful part of Kurt was hoping that erasure might not be necessary. If dinner went well and Warren gained a better understanding of their relationship, maybe he would settle down. A part of Kurt really wanted and needed Warren to know the truth. Warren was his best friend. If he could get him to accept things, eventually, in time, Kurt might be able to talk to him about Blaine. He was tired of having no one to confide in except for Monique. Monique was wonderful, but she was in France. Kurt wanted a confidant in New York.

But Blaine had other plans.

Blaine didn't feel bad. He couldn't. When it came to Kurt, his obsession took over. Blaine would do anything to keep Kurt safe, protected and above all, by his side. He knew Kurt would be upset and hurt, but Blaine didn't care. Couldn't care. Warren was a threat and he had proven just how much of a threat with that phone call to Burt. How dare he try to destroy their relationship, not to mention Kurt's relationship with his father. No. Blaine didn't feel bad about what he was about to do. Kurt would just have to get over it and forgive him.

"Dinner will be on the table in a minute."

"Cool."

Warren sat down on the couch. Blaine sat next to him.

"So Warren, how's the job?"

"Actually it's pretty good. I've been..."

Blaine stared into his eyes, trapping him.

Kurt looked up. "We can eat."

"Warren, you do not know that Kurt is my slave. You do not know that I am his master."

Kurt walked over and hissed at Blaine. "What are you doing? I told you to wait until after dinner!"

"Do you understand, Warren?"

"Yes."

"Warren, you do not know Kurt Hummel. You never met him. Forget him. Kurt Hummel is not your best friend. You don't know..."

Kurt screamed. "Stop! No! What are you doing?"

Blaine broke the trance. Warren blinked and looked around in confusion.

"Um...I'm sorry...I..." Warren had no idea where he was. Who were these people?

Blaine held out his hand. "Thanks for coming by to talk to us about the lighting for the wedding. We'll be in touch."

Warren was completely lost. He shook Blaine's hand. "Uh...um...okay. Just...uh...give me a call when you decide what you want."

Kurt felt his heart breaking. "Warren?"

"Yes? I'm sorry, tell me your name again?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide in shock and pain. Blaine started guiding Warren to the door.

"Thanks again for coming by. We'll be in touch."

"'Okay. Thanks...um...I'm sorry, what was your name?"

"Everette."

"Right. Everette. It was nice to meet you."

Warren stood in the hallway and tried to remember when and why he had come to this building. He couldn't figure it out. He must be coming down with something. He headed home.

Kurt was frozen in place, eyes full of shock, tears rolling down his face. Blaine turned to him. The look on Kurt's face pained him, but he wasn't sorry. Warren was nothing but a problem. An asshole who wanted Kurt for himself. He needed to be dealt with. He needed to be destroyed. And now, he was. And Blaine didn't even have to kill him.

"Kurt..."

Kurt was hysterical. "How could you? How could you do that to me? What's wrong with you?"

"It was time for him to go, Kurt. You said so yourself. He was a threat to us."

"He's my friend! My best friend! How could you do this to me!"

"He wasn't your friend! He betrayed you! He's never been your friend! He's just an asshole who wants to get in your pants! That's all he's ever wanted!"

"He was my friend! My closest friend in New York! How could you take him from me?"

"You don't need him, Kurt. You have me!"

"It's not the same! You're my master, not my friend!"

Blaine staggered backwards. What?

Kurt was crying and screaming. "He was the one person who shared my entire college experience with me! He was my friend! Mine! How could you take him from me? You selfish bastard!"

Kurt collapsed on the floor in tears. Blaine stared at him.

Fuck.

Had he gone too far?

No, of course he hadn't. Warren had been trouble since day one. He needed to be disposed of. Kurt would just have to get over it.

But as Blaine listened to Kurt's sobs, his heart started to ache. He didn't like hearing Kurt cry. He didn't want to cause Kurt pain.

Blaine kneeled next to Kurt on the floor.

"Kurt...beautiful...

Kurt looked up at him.

Ohh...damn.

For the first time ever, Kurt's eyes were not full of love. They were full of disappointment. Kurt's eyes stabbed Blaine in the heart.

"How could you be so cruel to me?"

Blaine's eyes widened.

Cruel?

No.

Not...he wasn't being cruel. Was he?

"You say you love me and then you do this to me."

Kurt pulled his knees up to his chin, wrapped his arms around them and put his head down.

Blaine was shaking and finding it hard to breathe.

"Kurt...I do love you. I do. You have to know that. You must know that." Blaine had never felt more desperate.

Kurt said nothing.

Blaine stood up. He had to fix this. He grabbed his keys and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned to Kurt.

"Kurt." His tone was masterful. Kurt looked up.

"Stay here. You may not leave."

15 minutes later Blaine was standing on the sidewalk in front of Warren's building. He couldn't believe he was going to do this. He wasn't even sure he could do this. He had never tried to restore someone's mind. What if he couldn't undo the command? The image of Kurt, sitting on the floor looking betrayed and wounded, punched Blaine in the chest. He had to at least try. He rang the buzzer.

"Yes?"

"Warren?"

"Yes?"

"It's Bla...Everette."

"Everette?"

"From about an hour ago? You were talking to my fiancee and I about lighting for our wedding."

"Oh...yeah, sure. Come on up."

Blaine entered the building and focused the darkness. It was swirling wildly, intrigued by its master's plan.

Warren answered the door looking very confused. "Hi."

"Hi. I'm sorry to bother you. Could I speak with you for a moment?"

"Sure. Come on in."

Blaine walked into the small apartment. It was neat and rather empty. Minimalist style.

"Um Everette, how did you know where I live?"

"You told me."

"I did?"

"Yes. Listen Warren. I need to ask you something."

Blaine stared into Warren's eyes, trapping him. He took a deep breath.

"Warren, I want you to remember Kurt Hummel. Remember Kurt Hummel. You went to college with him. He's your best friend."

Warren blinked and continued to stare at Blaine, but there was no sign of recognition in his eyes. Blaine tried again.

"Think Warren. Kurt Hummel. He is your best friend. You went to college with him. Remember Kurt Hummel."

Nothing.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Blaine kept Warren trapped while he tried to think. How was he going to do this? Why was he even trying to do this? Kurt would get over it. Warren was an asshole. He needed to be disposed of.

But Kurt's eyes. Kurt's eyes made Blaine's heart hurt.

Why? Why this time? Why now? Blaine knew he had done twisted shit to Kurt in the past. Why was this bothering him so much?

Kurt's eyes.

Disappointment.

It was the one thing he never wanted to do to Kurt. He never wanted to disappoint him.

Blaine closed his eyes and focused the darkness. He had to do this. He had to make Warren remember.

He placed his hands on either side of Warren's head and stared into his eyes.

"Warren, remember Kurt Hummel. Think Warren. Remember Kurt Hummel. He is your best friend. You went to college with him. Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel. Think Warren. Remember Kurt. "

Suddenly Warren squeezed his eyes shut. He pulled away from Blaine, grabbed the sides of his head and started to scream. Blaine jumped. What the fuck?

"Warren! Warren! Do you remember Kurt? Kurt Hummel! He's your best friend. I want you to remember him, Warren. I need you to remember him!"

Warren was screaming and holding the sides of his head as if in excruciating pain. He fell to the floor, sending Blaine into a panic.

"Shit! Warren! Don't you dare die on me you asshole! Look into my eyes, Warren! Remember Kurt Hummel. He's your best friend!"

Blaine thought it and hated to say it, but felt like he had no choice. Kurt would never forgive him if Warren died.

"Warren, remember Kurt Hummel. He's your best friend. You're...you're in love with him."

Warren screamed again and Blaine could see the pain and struggle in his eyes as memories fought their way back into his mind. He was squeezing both sides of his head and writhing around on the floor.

"Remember Warren! Remember!"

Warren's eyes grew huge and then fluttered closed. He passed out.

"Fuck! Warren! Warren!" Blaine shook his body. Warren slowly opened his eyes. He looked at Blaine and quickly sat up. He yelled as the pain in his head throbbed.

"Fuck! Dammit!" He scooted away from Blaine. "What are you doing here? What did you do to me?"

Blaine sighed in relief. He stood up and held out his hand. "Nothing. I came to walk you to our place for dinner."

Warren stared at his hand suspiciously before taking it. Once on his feet, the pain in his head almost knocked him over.

"Ow! Shit! My head is killing me!" He glared at Blaine. "What did you do to me? You tortured me again, didn't you. You're such an evil freaking..."

"I didn't do anything to you! Now come on. Kurt's waiting for us."

"Why are you here?"

"I told you. I came to walk you to our place."

"Why?"

"Kurt asked me to."

Warren stared at him. That made no sense whatsoever.

Blaine figured he'd better come up with something more plausible.

"Kurt wants us to walk and talk. You know...get to know each other better. Some shit like that."

Warren swallowed five ibuprofen pills before slowly following Blaine outside. His head hurt so bad. He kept glancing irritably at Blaine. Warren was sure Blaine had done something to him. Why else did his head feel like it had been squeezed in a vise?

They walked in silence for several blocks until Warren finally spoke.

"He deserves better."

The darkness began to boil. Warren was about to get himself killed. Blaine said nothing.

"He's not your slave. You don't own him."

Blaine stopped, his eyes black and blazing with possessiveness and anger.

"Yes he is. He is my slave and I definitely own him."

"Do you hear yourself? You sound crazy!"

Why, why, why had he restored this fucker's mind? Blaine's love for Kurt was completely screwing up his head. Blaine looked around. He could kill him and make it look like a mugging.

He thought of Kurt.

He had promised Kurt he wouldn't kill Warren and he'd already caused enough damage to Kurt's heart tonight.

Blaine started walking again.

"Look Blaine, I believe that you really think you love Kurt."

"I do love him. More than anything." That is the only reason why you're alive, asshole.

"Then why can't he just be your husband? Why a slave?"

"Because it's what I need."

"What about Kurt's needs?"

"I take care of Kurt's needs. All of his needs." Like his need to have your ass for a friend.

"Kurt should be free."

"He is free."

"You just said he was your slave."

Blaine sighed. This was annoying as hell.

"It's really none of your business, Warren."

"You're a bastard, Blaine."

"And you're just mad that Kurt loves me and not you. Look, he will never love you. Ever. I'm warning you, Warren. You need to get over him and move on. Now. Before I lose patience."

By now they had reached the loft.

"I just want Kurt to be happy."

"He is happy. With me and with our relationship. If you're such a great friend, why the hell can't you accept his decision to be with me?"

"Because..." Warren stopped. Because he wanted Kurt with him. Blaine read his mind.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. It's never going to happen so get over it." Before I kill you and just deal with Kurt's anger.

Kurt hadn't moved from his seat on the floor. He had stopped crying and was just sitting there feeling heartbroken and devastated. He was heartbroken over Warren and devastated by Blaine's actions. They had been through so much that summer. Hell, so much the past six years. How could Blaine be so callous? And where the hell had he gone?

Kurt looked up at the sound of the key in the lock. His master was home. His mouth fell open as Warren stepped inside.

"Warren?"

"Hey Kurt."

Kurt jumped up and ran to Warren, throwing his arms around his neck. Warren stumbled backward. Ow, ow, ow. His head hurt so bad, but he wasn't about to stop Kurt from hugging him.

Blaine was clinching his fists so tightly, his fingers were starting to hurt. This is about Kurt. This is for Kurt. To make Kurt happy.

Kurt was holding Warren and sobbing. Warren wasn't sure what to make of this. Why was Kurt crying?

"Kurt? What's wrong?"

Kurt pulled back and shook his head. "I'm just so happy to see you."

Warren felt a bit bewildered. Kurt really was wonderful.

Kurt turned to Blaine and threw his arms around his neck. He whispered in his ear, "Thank you. Thank you so much, master. Thank you. You do love me."

Blaine wrapped his arms tightly around Kurt. Damn. Had he really made Kurt doubt his love for him?

"Of course I love you, Kurt. I love you more than anything. You are my obsession. My addiction. How could you ever doubt my love for you?"

Kurt pressed his mouth to Blaine's. Blaine moaned and pulled Kurt closer to him. When Kurt broke their kiss, Blaine attacked his neck, sucking, kissing and murmuring. "I love you, beautiful. I love you. I love you. I love you."

Kurt pulled back and looked into Blaine's eyes.

"We are not going to have sex in front of another dinner guest."

Blaine growled. He could wait. Maybe.

Warren watched this exchange with mixed feelings of jealousy and sadness.

Kurt would never leave Blaine. He was in love.

Kurt reheated dinner and they ate. Over dinner, Kurt told Warren about his relationship with Blaine. He didn't share everything as he had with Etienne and Monique. Instead, he focused on how they fell in love, his enslavement and why it was necessary. Blaine sat silently, staring at Kurt and thinking about how hard he was going to fuck him once Warren was gone.

Blaine cleaned up while Warren and Kurt continued to talk. Kurt reached over and took Warren's hand.

"Do you feel better about everything?"

"I guess. It's just...different. Strange."

"Yes, it is. Because Blaine is different."

Warren nodded and then stopped. His head still hurt. He was ready to go home and go to bed.

"Warren, can I trust you? Can you handle all this?"

Warren smiled into Kurt's eyes. "Yeah. I can handle it."

"And no more phone calls to my father?"

Warren turned red. "Oh shit. Kurt...I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Warren. I just need to know that you understand the need to keep your mouth shut."

"I do, Kurt. I swear. I'm so sorry about your dad and the whole kidnapping thing."

Blaine looked up from the kitchen. Kidnapping?

Kurt glanced at him and then away quickly. "It's okay, Warren. I just need to know that I can trust you."

"You can. I promise. Wait a minute? Your dad knows?"

"Not exactly. He knows as much as he needs to know. As much as I'm comfortable having him know."

"Okay. I'm going home. My head is killing me."

Warren stood up. Kurt hugged him tightly. Warren knew Kurt would never be his, but he would never get over the warm feeling of Kurt's hugs. It was the best feeling in the world.

"Thanks for dinner."

"Thanks for coming."

Warren looked at Blaine. "Take good care of him."

"Always."

Warren left.

Kurt fell to his knees and stared up at Blaine.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Blaine sank to his knees and pressed his forehead to Kurt's.

"I never meant to be cruel to you. I just wanted him out of our lives. I'm tired of people threatening us. All I want is to practice law and be with you. That's all."

"You're already with me. And on Saturday June 8, it will be official."

"What?"

"That's the wedding date. Saturday June 8. We just need to pick a location."

Blaine hummed and pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips.

"Excellent."

Blaine stood up. Kurt remained on his knees. Hopeful.

Blaine didn't disappoint him.

"You were kidnapped?"

"Only for 20 minutes."

"And when were you going to tell your master?"

Kurt closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "I wasn't going to."

"You were going to keep this from me?"

Kurt said nothing. Blaine grabbed Kurt's hair and pulled his head back.

"Slaves are not to keep secrets from their masters. Stay."

Kurt watched Blaine pull out the spreader bar and several soft black ropes from under the bed. His heartbeat quickened as arousal and submission took over. Blaine undressed and sat down on the bed, leaning back on his hands. He didn't say a word. Didn't have to. Kurt crawled to the middle of the room and waited.

"Strip. Slowly."

Kurt stood up and slowly began to remove his clothes. Bowtie, vest, shirt, boots, pants, socks. When he was in nothing but his underwear, Blaine told him to stop. Blaine slid off the bed and walked over to him. He fell to his knees and began pulling Kurt's underwear down with his teeth. Kurt watched him in rapt fascination. Blaine worked the underwear all the way down and started licking Kurt's cock. Kurt closed his eyes and fell under the spell of Blaine's mouth. Blaine took his time licking and kissing Kurt's balls before finally swallowing him down. Kurt moaned loudly and started to pump his hips in and out of Blaine's mouth. Blaine brought him to the brink before pulling off.

"You may not come."

Kurt whined. Blaine took a chair and placed it in front of the bar he had installed for chair sex. He picked up the rope and turned to Kurt. "Come here."

Blaine fastened Kurt's ankles to the spreader bar and then made Kurt grip the bar attached to the wall. Blaine laced the rope through Kurt's collar and then wrapped it tightly around Kurt's wrists in a criss cross pattern, tying them to the bar. He allowed just enough slack so Kurt would be able to move up and down during chair sex. The pull on his neck was tight but not painful. Kurt swallowed and closed his eyes, allowing the feeling of being tied in this fashion to wreck havoc in his mind. He whimpered as Blaine started wrapping his dick in the leather again, this time tighter than before. Blaine held up the silver cock ring.

"I forgot to mention that I had this specially made for you. It's engraved." Kurt read the inscription.

Kurts's Cock - Property of Blaine Anderson.

Kurt almost fainted from the submissive sexual rush that rippled through him. Blaine slid the ring on and locked it into place. He put the key around his neck and sat down, placing his hands on Kurt's hips.

"Down."

Kurt slowly lowered himself onto Blaine cock. Ohhh...Kurt shuddered as Blaine's cock stretched and filled his ass. Once he was all the way down, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and held him there.

"New game, beautiful. I'm going to call it ten and ten. You are going to impale yourself on my cock slowly, ten times. Every time you come down, you will say, I must not keep secrets from my master. Say it."

"I must not keep secrets from my master."

"Good boy. You will say it ten times. Full sentence. Halfway does not count. Do you understand?"

Kurt nodded. Besides the difficulty of saying anything with Blaine's cock lodged in his ass, what was the catch? With Blaine there was always a catch.

"Let's begin."

Kurt slowly lifted himself up, hissing at the drag within his ass from Blaine's cock slowly leaving him. He stopped and started to slowly come back down...

And screamed.

Hot darkness flowed up into his ass and fluttered against his prostate. The pleasure was intolerable. Kurt's entire body started to shake. He couldn't speak.

"Focus slave. Ten times before you are released."

This was impossible. Kurt tried to focus his mouth to form words, but all he could produce was stuttered moans and loud gasps of emotion. The darkness was hot and concentrated, creating sensations in Kurt's ass that blew his mind. He was completely falling apart.

Blaine whispered in his ear. "I'm happy to do this with you all night."

Kurt struggled desperately. His body was racked with ripples of sexual pleasure, coupled with the torture of being unable to come. How long would he be able to stand it?

After several minutes of struggle, Kurt managed to speak.

"I...must...not...keep...oh...secrets...from...my...master."

"Again."

It took Kurt 17 times to get the sentence out ten times. His body was shaking and covered in sweat. When he completely lifted himself off of Blaine's cock, his body shuddered violently. Blaine stood up, knocking the chair over. He pushed Kurt forward so he was bent towards the wall. "Ass out, Kurt." He grabbed Kurt's hips and slammed into him with no warning. Kurt screamed and gripped the bar.

"Remember beautiful? I said ten and ten. The first ten was during the chair sex. Now it's time for your final ten while I fuck your beautiful ass. Now begin."

Kurt moaned and struggled to speak as Blaine fucked into him. He moved slow and steady before speeding up and slamming into him with punishing force. Kurt was sure he was going to pass out. It took 22 times for him to reach ten. Blaine came hard, filling his ass with hot cum. He quickly pulled out and pushed in a butt plug. He didn't turn on the vibration. If not for the spreader bar, Kurt would have collapsed.

"That stays in. You will wear it all night." Blaine untied Kurt's hands and released him from the bar. He slid off the cock ring and removed the leather. Blaine fell to his knees and pressed his hands against Kurt's thighs. He looked up into his eyes.

"Fill my mouth, beautiful." Blaine swallowed Kurt's cock and Kurt erupted with a high-pitched scream. He came and came and came some more. Blaine swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, making sure Kurt didn't topple over. With the release of the final drops of cum, Kurt passed out. Blaine scooped him up and laid him in bed, snuggling up beside him and holding him close.

Blaine was proud of himself. Yes, he was evil and sometimes he was cruel to others. But with Kurt...he did things right with Kurt.

Heaven calms the hell.

Sunday was a lovely, lazy day. Blaine declared it sex free Sunday since he had screwed Kurt unforgivingly the night before, and Kurt had worn the butt plug all night. This had aroused Blaine in a major way. The idea of Kurt sleeping with his cum inside him all night had released all sorts of ideas in Blaine's mind. Kurt was sure he would be wearing the butt plug at least once a week while Blaine was in class. Something to look forward to.

They spent the day working on the wedding guest list. Kurt felt email wedding invitations were tacky and tasteless, so they spent the day finding mailing addresses for everyone. As Blaine read off names, Kurt sent emails and messages to people asking for their address, or checked to see if he already had it. He was clicking around facebook and went to Tyler's page.

"Oh no!"

Blaine looked up. "What?"

Kurt pointed at the screen. Status: Single.

Blaine groaned. Shit. A single Tyler was worrisome. Tyler didn't do well on his own. Kurt called him.

"Hey Tyler!"

"Hi Kurt. How are you?" Kurt made a face at Blaine. Tyler sounded tired and depressed.

"I'm fine. How are you?"

"Okay."

This was not good.

"Tyler, I'm going to put you on speaker phone so Blaine can hear, okay?"

"Sure."

"Hey Tyler. What's up?"

"Hi Blaine." Why did Blaine's voice still do something to him?

Kurt started the interrogation. "Tyler, why is your facebook status single? Where's Craig?"

"We broke up."

"When?"

"Beginning of September." Kurt was calculating. It was late October. It had been several weeks. At least it happened as school was starting. School would keep Tyler busy. Hopefully.

Blaine was curious. "Why did you break up?"

Tyler was silent.

"Tyler? Why did you guys break up?"

Tyler's voice was very quiet. "He...he did something."

"What?"

Tyler was silent again. Kurt felt a little frantic.

"Tyler, what did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"He...um...he...he hit me."

Blaine's eyes darkened. "He what?"

"He hit me. We got into an argument, I don't even remember about what, and he hit me."

"How did he hit you?"

"With...with his fist. He punched me. Knocked me to the floor. I was so shocked and scared. He apologized and swore it would never happen again, but...it really scared me so I left him."

Kurt felt ill, relieved and scared all mixed together.

"Good for you, Tyler. He had no business hitting you."

"Yeah. I...I know it was right to leave but...I really miss him. Up until then, things were really good. I was falling in love with him."

"I understand your feeling that way, but Tyler you can't stay with someone who hits. You just can't."

"I know."

Kurt's heart broke. Tyler sounded so sad and lonely. He glanced at Blaine and could tell Blaine was trying to calm the darkness. Blaine was always protective of Tyler.

Kurt launched into a lecture about domestic abuse, being patient and finding the right person, but he was very worried. A single, lonely Tyler was a Tyler who slept with anyone and everyone. Kurt decided to be blunt.

"Tyler, keep your legs closed and your dick in your pants." Tyler stated giggling. "I mean it, Tyler. No meeting cute guys and sleeping with them within five minutes. You are worth more than that."

Tyler sighed. "I know."

They kept chatting until the subject of Thanksgiving came up. Tyler's school was closed the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. He did not plan to go to go home to Ohio and he didn't know what he was going to do Thanksgiving Day, but he had been invited to several day before Thanksgiving, Dranksgiving parties.

Kurt knew what that would lead to. Nothing good.

"Come to New York for Thanksgiving."

"Really?"

"Yes. You can spend it with Blaine and I."

Blaine tried not to look annoyed. He cared for Tyler, but he had been looking forward to three days of no classes. Lots of time to screw his slave.

Kurt was getting excited. "We'll invite a few more people and have Thanksgiving dinner here. It will be fun."

"Are you sure, Kurt?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"Well...okay. I'll get a hotel room. I don't want to impose on you and Blaine."

Blaine quickly said,"Okay."

"Absolutely not." Kurt glared at Blaine. "You will stay with us."

Kurt chatted for a few minutes more, practically begging Tyler to only go to his school and back home. No club hopping.

Once off the phone, he turned to Blaine.

"This will be so much fun. We can invite everyone we know who's staying in the city for the holidays, but don't have a place to go that day."

"There's nothing wrong with him staying at a hotel."

"Blaine Anderson, shame on you. You can sacrifice a few days of sex in exchange for taking care of your friend."

"I am never able to sacrifice sex, and I'm not ashamed of it." Blaine walked over and kissed Kurt softy.

"However, I am willing to make sacrifices for my beautiful, sweet slave who is the most loving and generous man in the world."

Kurt smiled. "It will be fun."

"I agree."

Kurt was surprised. "You do?"

Blaine smiled wickedly. "Absolutely. Tyler will leave Sunday morning and I will have all day to make up for four days of no Kurt. It will be amazing fun. Lots of fucking you for hours fun."

Kurt trembled slightly. "Don't you ever think of anything else besides sex?"

"Yes. I think of money, legal arguments and how lucky I am to have a very beautiful and fuckable slave."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "That's still sexual."

"Mmm hmm." Blaine started nuzzling and sucking Kurt's neck. "Can't help it. I'm addicted to you."

"Like a drug?"

"Yes."

"Your own personal brand of heroin?"

Blaine laughed. "Nah. You're not heroin."

Kurt arched an eyebrow, waiting.

"You are my ecstasy."

Kurt's laughter filled the loft.