I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
-She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5-

As the semester progressed, Blaine began to relax. He was doing very well thanks to his hard work and his secret weapon – Mike Huntel and the firm of Huntel Wellington & VanSant. Whenever Blaine had a question or wanted feedback on a case argument or breakdown of a ruling, he called Mike who would immediately refer Blaine to the appropriate case law expert within the firm. Word quickly spread throughout HWV that if Blaine called with a question, you had better drop everything to assist him or return his call within 24 hours. Surprisingly, Blaine wasn't selfish. He always shared his knowledge with the members of his study group. People begged Blaine to allow them to join. Some even offered money. But he was happy with the six he had assembled and he ruled over them like a dictator. No one was allowed to miss a session and you had better come to every session with your assigned task complete, or else there would be hell to pay. No one wanted to get kicked out of the best study group in the law school, so they all followed Blaine's rules religiously.

Blaine and Mike started having weekly meetings to review Blaine's work and discuss law in general. Kurt would sometimes tag along just to get out of the loft, and soon found himself spending time with Samantha. Very slowly a friendship began to develop between the two. For Kurt, Samantha was a real live, walking and talking barbie doll whom he could dress and undress over and over again. Kurt soon found himself thinking of Samantha when he drew sketches of new designs. He decided she would be his in house model when he opened his design house.

One evening, she surprised him by apologizing for trying to sleep with Blaine.

"I'm really sorry, Kurt."

"Don't worry about it. You were never a threat. He's gay. Totally gay. 100% gay. You never had a chance."

Samantha smiled. "You're awfully forgiving."

Kurt's expression was slightly cool.

"Yes, I am very forgiving. But you should know something, Samantha. Blaine is not. If your father tries to fuck him over, Blaine will kill him and not think twice or look back. And he will get away with it. Trust me."

Samantha stared at Kurt. His eyes were serious and cutting. "Daddy would never try to...fuck over Blaine. He likes Blaine. Actually, I think he loves him. He just wants to...to..." Samantha trailed off. Kurt's expression and tone had left her feeling nervous and a little scared.

"To what? Please tell me, Samantha. Exactly what does your father want with Blaine? From day one none of this has made sense."

"I swear to you, Kurt. My father simply wants a son. He always has. A son to give the firm to."

Kurt gave her a hard look. "I hope so, Samantha. I really hope so. I'd hate to see you lose your father." And me lose a wonderful model.

X-X-X-X-X

After Kurt and Blaine left, Samantha wandered into her father's study and sat down. Mike was looking out the window, deep in thought about Blaine. His son was doing so well in school. Maybe Mike could make him a partner when he graduated. After all, he owned the firm. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. No. He'd better wait. He didn't want to make Blaine's road difficult. Making him a partner immediately would breed resentment and malice amongst the other attorneys. He'd better wait the two years they had agreed upon.

"Daddy?"

Mike looked at Samantha and smiled. He was so glad she and Kurt were becoming friends. The more comfortable Kurt felt, the better.

"Yes dear?"

Samantha hesitated. She didn't want to ruin her father's good mood.

"Daddy...are you sure it's a good idea for Blaine to be the one?"

Mike arched his eyebrows in surprise. Of course Blaine should be the one. Blaine was perfect.

"Of course, dear. Blaine is...simply wonderful. He's doing so well in his classes. I think he might graduate early. And he is so freaking bright. Why just tonight he..."

Samantha interrupted her father's Blaine worship.

"Did he really kill someone?"

Mike frowned. "Yes. Yes he did."

"So...that means he's very capable of murder."

"Yes it does." Mike didn't like this. Where was she going with these questions?

Samantha looked at the floor for a moment. She had to make sure her father knew what he was doing.

"Aren't you scared that he might...get mad one day and kill you?"

Mike smiled. "Why? Did Kurt threaten you?"

Samantha nodded nervously. "Sort of. Well...not me. You."

Mike nodded. "I'm sure he did. Kurt doesn't trust me. Not one bit, and I'm sure he could tell Blaine to kill me, and Blaine would do it. But I don't plan to let that happen. I'm going to take good care of Blaine, and once he allows me to, I'll take care of Kurt too. Don't worry dear. Blaine won't kill me. I don't plan to give him a reason to kill me."

"But doesn't he scare you?"

Mike thought for a moment. "No. Not anymore. Blaine and I...we understand each other. Like father, like son."

Kurt threw himself into preparing for Thanksgiving. The guest list started with Tyler and expanded to include Warren, Kent, Rick, Rick's new boyfriend, Chris, Derron and Keith. While Kent, Rick and Chris simply didn't want to travel during the holidays, everyone else had family issues that prevented them from going home. After his last visit, Warren had made the decision to stop going home. He missed his mother, but his father had grown meaner and angrier. The last time Warren went home, his father raised his fist to hit him and Warren fought back. Hard. He returned to New York with a bruised face and a broken heart over the realization that his father would never accept him. Despite being together for several years, neither Derron or Keith's families were comfortable with them attending dinner as a couple. Neither was willing to leave the other at home or go alone, so they were thrilled to receive Kurt's invitation. Kurt was saddened by the family difficulties his friends faced. Being gay could introduce so many challenges into a person's life. He found it amazing that there were still people out there who thought gays chose to be gay versus being born that way. As if someone would choose such a difficult and sometimes heartbreaking path.

In addition to planning for Thanksgiving, Kurt continued working on the wedding. Things were coming together well. Kurt and Blaine chose Cathedral Hall for both the ceremony and reception. It was intimate, elegant and beautiful. Perfect for a small wedding of 150 or less. Kurt quickly learned that gay men truly ran New York City. Especially when it came to events. Everyone in Blaine's social circle seemed to know someone who knew someone who could get them a great deal or discount. The rental fee for the hall was waived, as long as they agreed to use the hall's preferred caterer who turned out to be a friend of Rick's. He gave them a ridiculous deal on the food. So good, Kurt felt like they should offer to pay more. Blaine threatened to chain him to the spreader bar for two days straight if he offered more money. Kurt spent the next three days trying to decide how much more to offer the caterer, and hoping Blaine's threat was serious.

Then there was the cake. Through casual conversation, Kurt learned that his preferred cake designer knew Lake. He offered Kurt a reduced price on the cake if he could get Lake to give him a call. Apparently the two had history. Lake was happy to oblige.

"Of course I know Brian the Baker. We used to bake in his bedroom, if you know what I mean."

Kurt rolled his eyes and shook his head. Yes, he knew exactly what Lake meant.

"Sweet Kurt. I am happy to fuck Brian in order to get you a great price on the cake. Give me a week and I might be able to get it for you for free."

Kurt was horrified. "I am not pimping you out to get a free wedding cake!"

"Why not? I usually give it away for free. Consider this my wedding gift."

That night in bed, Blaine laughed as Kurt told him about Lake's offer.

"He's right, Kurt. Lake loves to get screwed. I see no reason why we shouldn't let him do this for us."

Kurt sighed. "It would save money, but it seems so wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong."

"If it bothers you that much, then we will just pay for it."

"I've already spent too much money."

"Don't worry about it."

"But Blaine, we haven't even talked about the honeymoon."

Blaine shifted and nudged Kurt to roll over on to his stomach. Kurt rolled over and rested his head on his arms. He closed his eyes and hummed. He loved when Blaine did this. Blaine started with a soft kiss to the nape of his neck and slowly worked his way down, planting soft, small kisses on Kurt's back, ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs. He spoke in-between kisses.

"Where do you want to honeymoon, beautiful?"

Kurt knew exactly where he wanted to go, but he wanted to hear Blaine's choices first.

"Where would you like to go?"

"I don't care. We can go anywhere. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."

"Are you sure? There's nowhere special you want to go? Somewhere exotic or tropical or both?"

Blaine trailed his tongue along the scars on Kurt's back. "Don't care. All I want is you."

"In that case...if you are really, really sure, I know exactly where I want to go."

"Where?"

Kurt rolled over so he could see Blaine's expression.

"Silver Creek."

Blaine raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Really? Silver Creek? You want to spend our honeymoon in Ohio?"

"Not in Ohio. Just at Silver Creek."

"But why?

"Because that's where it all began. That's where you claimed me. Made me your slave. And now you are making me your husband. It's like...completing the circle."

Blaine smiled at Kurt. "Okay, beautiful. If that's where you want to go, then that is where we will go. But I don't think we should tell our parents. I don't want to feel obligated to visit them."

Kurt nodded. "I agree. We'll just say it's a secret or that I'm surprising you."

Blaine rolled on to his side and Kurt shifted so they were spooning. He settled contently into Blaine's arms.

Best. Feeling. In. The. World.

Wednesday afternoon Kurt and Blaine met Tyler at the train station. Kurt had made a point of talking to Tyler almost every other day in an effort to keep him from feeling sad and lonely. Kurt didn't like the sound of Tyler's D.C. friends. They all seemed to be frequent visitors to the gay club party scene. Their answer to Tyler's depression was to take him out every Saturday night. Blaine was amused by Kurt's Sunday morning phone calls to make sure Tyler made it home safe and alone from his Saturday night outings. Kurt would interrogate him like a parent questioning a 16 year old who had missed curfew. Blaine was amused, but Kurt's efforts also made his heart swell with love. Kurt was so kind and caring. How had someone so lovely and angelic ended up with someone as dark and evil as Blaine? Blaine was in awe of how he, of all people, would get to marry Kurt. He knew he didn't deserve him, but he would do anything and everything for the rest of his life to make Kurt happy.

Kurt and Blaine spotted Tyler before he saw them. He had cut his hair really short and Blaine was sure he had grown another two feet since he'd seen him in the Hamptons. Shouldn't he be done growing?

"Tyler!" Kurt was practically jumping up and down. Tyler made his way to them and threw his arms around Kurt, lifting him off the ground and swinging him around.

"Hi dad!" Kurt laughed.

Blaine smiled warmly. "Hi Tyler."

Tyler smiled and looked into Blaine's eyes. It had been almost 8 years since he and Blaine used to screw around in the costume closet behind the Dalton academy stage. Why did he still feel something whenever he saw Blaine?

Blaine looked up at him. "Tyler, when are you going to stop growing?"

"You're just so short and small, Blaine." Kurt started laughing as Tyler fell into a fit of giggles.

Blaine gave both of them an annoyed look and then smiled wickedly as a thought occurred to him.

"I think both of you can attest to the fact that there is nothing short or small about me."

Kurt and Tyler stopped laughing and looked at Blaine in surprise. As his words registered, Tyler started giggling again while Kurt turned bright red.

Tyler immediately fell in love with the loft. They had borrowed a few tables and chairs from Parsons to create a long dinner table. Kurt had purchased beautiful Thanksgiving linen, dishes, decorations and candles, creating a warm and cozy feeling within the space. As Tyler looked around he was overcome with happiness. He was glad to be with his true friends. He'd been so lonely since breaking up with Craig. He knew he'd done the right thing, but that didn't lessen the loneliness and longing to sleep with someone at night. He eyed the huge bed in the corner and then the couch. Maybe he would get lucky. He didn't mind sleeping on the couch, but he would much rather sleep with Kurt and Blaine. He missed having someone next to him at night.

That evening they went out to dinner and stopped by a party at one of the calmer gay clubs in the city. Blaine and Kurt sat at the bar and watched as Tyler received countless offers of drinks, invitations to dance...and more. Tyler politely refused the drinks and the sexual invitations, but he did dance with several men. Blaine kept a close eye on him, ready to attack if necessary. Kurt shook his head as yet another guy walked up to Tyler with a hungry look in his eye.

"I just don't understand it. It's like he gives off a scent. I'm sweet, I'm beautiful and I will let you."

They headed home around midnight. Despite the long day, none of them were especially tired, so Kurt and Blaine didn't mind when Tyler squealed with delight when he spotted Kurt's copy of The Sound of Music.

"Can we watch? Please?"

Kurt smiled. Tyler looked 10 years old. "Sure."

They all changed into t-shirts and boxers and climbed on the bed. Blaine was in the middle. He wrapped his arm around Kurt, as Kurt nestled against his side. Blaine was surprised when Tyler gently laced his fingers with Blaine's, their hands resting on Tyler's thigh. Tyler looked into his eyes and smiled. As Blaine stared into Tyler's eyes, he noticed it for the first time. It was so faint he almost missed it.

A look of willing submission.

It wasn't as strong as Kurt's, but a tiny trace was definitely there. Blaine thought about what Jace had told him. "Tyler has an enslavement tag for you. You could go to him at any time and make him your slave in seconds."

Blaine looked away and closed his eyes, grateful that Tyler turned towards the television and was soon in a robust conversation with Kurt about the incredible talent of Julie Andrews.

"You could go to him at any time and make him your slave..."

This bothered Blaine. He didn't like the idea of Tyler being tied to him, even if Tyler didn't know. Blaine stared at Tyler as he sang along with Kurt.

Tyler was incredibly handsome and beautiful.

Fucking him had been amazing.

If Blaine enslaved him they wouldn't have to worry about Tyler hooking up with the wrong guy or worse, sleeping around.

Kurt would have a friend.

Kurt.

Blaine glanced at Kurt and immediately knew it was out of the question. He loved Kurt too much. Kurt had captured all of the love Blaine possessed. He had no more love to give to anyone. It all belonged to Kurt. And Tyler deserved to be loved. Needed to be loved.

Blaine settled back and pulled Kurt closer to him.

Blaine cared deeply for Tyler, but Kurt was the only man he wanted or needed.

One beautiful slave was enough.

Kurt woke up around 5:00 am on Thanksgiving morning. He was annoyed that his body had stirred an entire hour before planned, but he needed to use the bathroom. As he walked back to bed, he smiled at the lovely picture of a sleeping Tyler and Blaine. Tyler was curled towards Blaine, his head was resting on the pillow, his face inches from Blaine's shoulder. One of his long arms was thrown across Blaine's chest and one of his legs was covering Blaine's. Kurt noticed the strong erection pushing against Blaine's boxers. Amazing. Even while sleeping, the boy has sex on the brain.

Kurt slipped back into bed and snuggled close to Blaine. A naughty thought entered his mind. He took his hand and slowly snaked it down to Blaine's boxers. He slid his hand under the waistband and wrapped his hand firmly around Blaine's dick. He started stroking up and down, appreciating the heavy thickness in his hand. No, there was nothing small about Blaine. Not in this area. Blaine's body immediately responded to Kurt's touch. Blaine gave a little moan and tried to press himself harder into Kurt's hand, but Kurt maintained his current speed and touch. After another minute, Blaine opened his eyes and glanced at Kurt.

"Ohhh...Kurt...what are you doing? Ohhh...Tyler is in bed with us."

Kurt just smiled and kept stroking. Blaine glanced at Tyler and determined that he was still asleep. He closed his eyes and tried to stay quiet as Kurt stroked him into bliss.

Tyler wasn't asleep.

He was carefully sneaking looks at Kurt's handiwork. Damn. Had Blaine gotten larger since high school? Was that possible? Kurt had sped up his stroking and Blaine was struggling to keep quiet. He pulled his shirt up as he felt himself about to release. Tyler watched the thick, white cum run down Blaine's dick and on to his stomach. So delicious. He quickly closed his eyes as he guessed what was next. Sure enough, Kurt slowly moved down to lick Blaine's stomach. When he was done, he gently laid down next to him and they kissed passionately. Blaine groaned as he whispered.

"You are such a fucking tease. Do you know how badly I want to fuck you right now?"

Kurt grinned. "Happy Thanksgiving."

"Come take a shower with me."

"Can I trust you not to molest me in the shower?"

Blaine's eyes darkened. "No. You definitely can not trust me."

"In that case I will shower with you."

As they walked to the shower, Tyler heard Blaine comment, "I can't believe Tyler slept through your assault."

"Assault? I don't think so. Assault is what you do to my ass all the..."

Tyler opened his eyes, rolled on to his back and smiled at the ceiling. So much easy love and comfortable sex. He was happy for his friends. Kurt was so kind and Blaine...Tyler sighed. Despite his feelings for him, he was glad Blaine found love with Kurt. He knew the Anderson household had been hell for him. Tyler had been fortunate. His parents had accepted that he was gay with little fuss, but they had a tendency to leave him alone a lot. Tyler knew his parents loved him, he just didn't feel loved. Not the way he needed and wanted to.

Watching Kurt and Blaine had turned Tyler on, but he didn't jerk off. He rarely masturbated. He was sure he was one of the few males on the planet who didn't really enjoy it. He preferred the sexual company of others. Even if it was just sex, at least there would be kissing and touching and, if he was lucky, holding afterward. Tyler rolled over and pulled the covers over him. He was so lonely. He knew he did the right thing by leaving Craig, but he still missed him. He also missed Mark. They had stayed in touch and sometimes Tyler would tune in to CNN to watch him. He was still with his on-air producer and doing very well. Tyler hugged himself. Why couldn't he find his forever love?

Tyler drifted back to sleep while Kurt and Blaine ate breakfast and started cooking. Around 9:00 am, Tyler woke up to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. He was as excited as a six year old. Kurt couldn't believe he hadn't thought to take Tyler to the parade, but Tyler was content to watch it on television. Blaine joined him after Kurt kicked him out of the kitchen. As they sat there, Tyler started thinking.

"Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"It's about...back in high school."

Blaine sighed. He knew he had hurt Tyler back in high school, but he also knew Tyler wasn't the one. Even if the darkness had been alive when they were fooling around, Blaine was sure he would have eventually found Kurt. Kurt was always the one for him.

"High school was a long time ago, Tyler."

"Oh...it's not about us. It's about...something else."

"What?"

Tyler suddenly felt nervous. "Um...why...why did you kill that guy? In the fire. What did he do?"

Whoa. Blaine was completely caught off guard. He was not expecting this.

"Why do you ask?"

"I just...I always wondered."

Blaine glanced at Kurt and back to Tyler. How strange. The only two men he had ever slept with were here with him. They both knew he had killed someone and they both loved him. He looked into Tyler's eyes and suddenly felt guilty about not wanting to enslave him.

"He attacked Kurt. He was also the person who attacked you."

Tyler's eyes widened. "Wow. I didn't know that."

Blaine shrugged. "He was a sick asshole who deserved to die."

Tyler nodded. After a few minutes of silence, Tyler spoke again. "Blaine...I still love you."

Blaine sighed. "Tyler...I love Kurt."

Tyler nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, I know. I-I didn't mean...I'm glad you and Kurt have each other. You guys are great together. You belong together. I...I just wanted you to know."

Blaine stared into Tyler's eyes. He wondered...maybe...

Blaine trapped Tyler. He reached over and pressed his hand against Tyler's chest.

"Tyler...I release you."

Tyler's eyes closed and he swayed a little before opening his eyes again. He blinked several times before focusing on Blaine. He didn't say anything. Blaine studied Tyler's eyes.

The faint trace of submission was gone.

Keith and Derron arrived first with an eggnog cake and a bottle of rum. They were followed by Rick and his new boyfriend, Chris. Chris was a beautiful Black man with bright eyes, curly hair and an amazing smile. He had baked a platter of cupcakes, instantly scoring him points with Blaine. Next to arrive was Kent...with Lake.

"Surprise!"

Kurt and Blaine stared at the two. Lake had undergone a transformation. Gone was the ponytail and outrageous clothes. Lake had cut his hair very short. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a stylish jacket and black jeans. In his ears were small and tasteful diamond earrings. He looked clean cut, conservative and very attractive.

Kent was blushing and stammering. "Um...I...I hope it's okay. I brought a...um...a date."

Kurt grabbed his arm and pulled him in. "Of course it's okay. It's wonderful, but...how do you two...are you dating?" Kent turned a deeper shade of crimson and stared at the floor. Lake reached over and took his hand. He smiled into his eyes and kissed him softly on the lips before turning to Kurt.

"Yes. We are dating. Seriously dating."

Blaine gave Lake an incredulous look. "Really?"

Lake looked hurt. "Yes really."

Kurt quickly steered them towards the rest of the guests and made introductions. Blaine followed Kurt into the kitchen.

"I can't believe this. Kent is a very nice guy and he is as quiet and shy as a turtle. If Lake is out for another random..." Kurt cut him off.

"Aww Blaine. Are you jealous?"

Blaine's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Well, if Lake is serious about Kent, he won't have time to lust after you."

Blaine's eyes darkened as he lunged forward, pinning Kurt against the refrigerator. He started sucking on his neck.

"Believe me. That's fine by me. I lust you."

Kurt was starting to melt under Blaine's hot kisses and nibbles to his neck. "Blaine...stop...we have guests."

"Perhaps we can give them a show."

"I don't think so." Kurt pushed Blaine away. It was meant to be playful, but Kurt forgot how strong his hands were. Blaine flew across the kitchen and landed in the corner of the living room. He quickly jumped up, stunned. Tyler and Kent were the only ones who seemed to notice what happened. They both stared at Kurt in shock. Blaine walked over to Kurt and took his hands in his.

"Oh my gosh, Blaine. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize I'd pushed you that hard."

Blaine was staring at Kurt's palms. He ran his finger along the lines on Kurt's palm.

"How long have you been this strong?"

"I-I'm not sure. It's been increasing since...maybe August."

Blaine looked upset. "I'm infecting you."

"It's okay. I don't mind."

"But I do. I don't want you to get infected. I feel like I'm ruining you. Darkness squashes light."

Kurt softly kissed Blaine. "You are not ruining me and I promise, you won't squash me. You are strengthening me like I strengthen you, and that is a good thing. I can protect myself."

Blaine reluctantly accepted Kurt's explanation. It's not like he could do anything about it. He just hoped it didn't spread.

While Kurt and Blaine were talking, the buzzer sounded. Tyler opened the door.

"Hi. Come on in. I'm Tyler McDonald."

"I'm Warren Slater."

"Welcome."

Warren looked at Tyler. Gosh he's tall. His eyes are pretty. Such a soft green. What a nice body. Tyler turned and walked towards the kitchen. Warren stared at his ass. Nice. Very nice. Wonder if...

"Warren!" Kurt smiled and hugged Warren. "I'm so glad you came."

"Thanks for the invitation."

Blaine was determined to behave for Kurt's sake.

"Hi Warren. Can I get you a drink?"

Warren looked at Blaine, apprehensively. It was the first time they had seen each other since the mind erasure and restoration. Warren still didn't know what had happened, but he knew Blaine had done something to him. His head hurt for three weeks.

"No thanks. I'm good."

Lake wandered into the kitchen to chat with Kurt. He knew Kurt was dying to interrogate him. Kurt didn't waste a second.

"Spill."

Lake laughed. "I don't think you want me to spill any of this wonderful food you have..."

"Lake! What are you doing with Kent? When did you two start dating? How did you meet?"

Lake grinned mischievously. "Kent and I have been dating for about three weeks. We met through a mutual friend who recommended him as a financial adviser. So far we haven't done anything. It's too soon."

Kurt stared at Lake. "Too soon? Since when do you have a definition of too soon?"

For the first time ever, Kurt saw a look of vulnerability flash across Lake's face. "Since I found someone I really like. I'm trying not to fuck it up. Literally."

"I'm really happy for you, Lake. Kent is a really nice guy, but he's really shy and from what I can tell he doesn't date much. It's great that you plan to go slow."

"That's my plan. Of course, you realize this means I can't help you with the wedding cake."

Blaine walked in. "What?"

Kurt beamed at Blaine. "We have to pay full price for our wedding cake."

Blaine looked at Lake. "For Kent I'm willing to pay full price. Just don't break his heart."

"I won't. I hope he doesn't break mine." Lake left the kitchen as Blaine moved behind Kurt and wrapped his arms around him.

"Everything looks wonderful, but you are definitely the tastiest thing in this kitchen."

Kurt laughed."I am not on the menu."

Blaine growled. "Oh, yes you are. Just not for them. For me only. I will eat you later."

Kurt trembled slightly. "Just help me set out the food."

During dinner, Warren sat next to Tyler. He had been talking to him all evening.

And falling in love.

Warren was mesmerized by the way Tyler's eyes shone when he talked about his students. He loved his laugh. It was so pure and full of childlike joy. But then out of nowhere, he would look smoldering hot and sexy. And then there was his mouth. Watching Tyler eat was turning Warren on. Tyler's lips looked so soft and sweet, and Warren was starting to have very dirty thoughts about what else Tyler could do with his mouth.

After dinner, Blaine put on some music, opened the rum Keith had brought, along with a few more bottles of wine and the party really started. Lake started spinning Kent around and Kent surprised them all by turning out to be a very good dancer. To Kurt's delight, Blaine started singing Animal by Neon Trees. It had been a long time since Kurt had heard him sing, and he loved the sound. As the song The Air That I Breathe by Maroon 5 came on, Blaine pulled Kurt close and whispered in his ear, "I love you so much, beautiful. You are my life, my joy, my everything."

Kurt rested his head against Blaine's shoulder, closed his eyes and smiled as they swayed to the music. Kurt felt warm, happy and loved. He remained like this for a few more songs before opening his eyes to see Warren and Tyler dancing close. Warren was resting his head against Tyler's chest and Tyler had his arms wrapped around Warren. Kurt smiled. Why hadn't he ever thought of introducing Warren to Tyler? It was perfect. So perfect, Kurt laughed out loud. Blaine pulled back.

"What is it?"

"Warren and Tyler." Kurt motioned towards them. Blaine turned and watched the two dancing. He didn't like Warren because of his attraction to Kurt, but he could admit that Warren would probably be good for Tyler. And if he hurt him, Blaine would break his deal with Kurt and kill him.

They all danced for a while before sitting down to eat dessert, drink more wine and talk. It turned out to be a wonderful evening. Around 10:00 pm, people started to leave. By 11:00 pm, everyone but Warren had left. He and Tyler were deep in discussion on the couch. Kurt and Blaine watched them from the kitchen.

Kurt was giddy with excitement. "This is so perfect. I can't believe I never thought of this!"

"You never thought of this because Tyler lives in D.C. and Warren is here in New York. I'm not sure Tyler can handle a long distance relationship."

Kurt's excitement cooled. Damn. He had forgotten about that. Tyler really needed someone with him all the time.

Blaine had a pleasant thought. "Maybe if things work out, Warren will move to D.C." The thought made Blaine smile but he quickly stopped smiling when he saw the look on Kurt's face. "Or maybe Tyler will move here." Kurt gave him a small smile of appreciation.

Warren stood up. He hated to leave, but he was sure Kurt and Blaine were tired and ready for bed.

"Um...so...would you like to have brunch with me tomorrow? I could show you the city."

Tyler smiled. "Sure."

"Okay. I'll...um...I'll come get you. Maybe around 10:00 am?"

"Okay."

Tyler walked Warren to the door. They hugged and Tyler kissed Warren on the cheek.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Tyler closed the door and turned to find Kurt grinning at him.

Tyler smiled. "He's really nice."

Kurt was excited again. "Do you like him? Like, really like him?" Tyler nodded and Kurt squealed.

"He's a great guy, Tyler. You two would be wonderful together."

"But he lives here."

Kurt waved this away with his hand. "Doesn't matter. New York and D.C. are not that far away. You can make it work."

Tyler didn't look convinced, but he didn't argue. He was too happy. And sleepy.

"I think I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

Warren showed up at 9:55 am. With flowers. Tyler smiled shyly while Kurt practically swooned. For the first ever, Blaine was grateful for Warren. Warren planned to spend the entire day showing Tyler New York which meant Kurt and Blaine would have the loft to themselves for several hours, and Blaine was horny as hell. The moment Warren and Tyler left, Blaine pulled Kurt to him.

"You need to be properly fucked, beautiful. It has been far too long." Blaine's eyes were black and full of desire. Kurt felt his submission take over. He started to sink to his knees, but Blaine stopped him. He started kissing him and pushing him to the bed, discarding their clothes along the way. Blaine pushed Kurt down and began kissing and licking his body slowly, murmuring sweet words of love across his skin. "So beautiful. You are just so fucking beautiful, Kurt. Your body is delicious and mine. All mine." Kurt closed his eyes and hummed happily. Blaine positioned himself between Kurt's legs and slowly slid two fingers into him. Kurt groaned and immediately spread his legs further apart. Blaine smiled. "I love how your body responds to me. I love how you spread your legs wide for me like a beautiful whore. Are you my beautiful whore, Kurt?"

Kurt closed his eyes. Why was he turned on by being called a whore? He was sure he moaned like one as Blaine slid two more fingers into him. "Are you, beautiful? Are you my own personal whore? Spreading your legs wide for me, begging for my cock. Say it, Kurt. Tell me what you are."

Kurt moaned. "Yes. I'm your whore. Your whore and your slave."

It always amazed Blaine how Kurt's voice could almost make him come. Especially when he said shit like that.

"Well beautiful, since you are my whore, I'm going to treat you like one." Blaine removed his fingers and told Kurt to roll over. He pulled Kurt down to the edge of the bed and made him bend his knees, sticking his ass out, legs spread. He tightly tied Kurt's wrists together, looping the rope through Kurt's collar. Blaine moved behind him, planting small kisses on Kurt's ass before sliding his tongue between his ass cheeks and then down to his hole, fucking it softly. Kurt was groaning and wobbling slightly. Blaine smacked his ass. "Hold still. I want your legs spread wide open and your body still. I am going to fuck you like the whore you are."

A deep groan escaped Kurt's mouth as he braced himself for the coming assault to his ass. Kurt felt breathless as Blaine pushed into him, fast and hard. He filled his ass completely and then started rocking into him. Tiny movements that fluttered against Kurt's prostate and caused him to whine. It felt so good, but he wanted more. He definitely wanted to be fucked hard...like a whore. Kurt was in a strange sexual mood. He decided to push and see if Blaine fell off the edge.

"Seriously. Is that how hard you fuck your whore? As a whore, I can tell you that I've definitely had better."

Blaine froze.

Kurt trembled. He couldn't turn to see Blaine's face because of the rope.

Blaine sat quietly for a minute. Kurt held his breath.

Suddenly Blaine quickly untied Kurt's wrists and shoved him off the bed on to the floor. Kurt was shocked. He opened his mouth, about to protest until he looked into Blaine's eyes. The hot desire and sexual fire was causing Blaine's eyes to burn hotter and stronger than Kurt had ever seen. He could feel Blaine's body heat. Blaine started walking towards him, slowly. Like a panther about to attack its prey. Kurt crawled backwards until he hit the wall. Blaine was immediately on top of him, his kisses hot and demanding. He roughly grabbed Kurt's hair, pulling his head back forcefully as he attacked the exposed flesh of Kurt's neck. He covered Kurt's pale skin with large, red passion marks.

"You may be a whore, but you are my whore."

Blaine reached down and gripped Kurt's dick hard, stroking it with strong, rough movements. Kurt was wailing and writhing around under Blaine's rough treatment. Damn. It was all so fucking hot and intense. Kurt was growing louder as his orgasm rose to the surface. Blaine didn't relax or release his firm grip on Kurt's cock. Instead he made Kurt get on his knees. As Kurt maneuvered his body, Blaine didn't release him for a second. Once Kurt was on his knees, Blaine sped up his strokes until Kurt came with a loud wail, shooting cum on to the floor. Blaine smiled evilly as he pressed Kurt's face to the floor. He leaned down and whispered into Kurt's ear. "Clean it up, whore. Now." Kurt felt his dick attempt to harden as he obediently licked the floor.

When he was done, Blaine grabbed him around the waist and carried him to the brick wall. Kurt threw his arms around Blaine's neck and dug his nails into his back in sheer anticipation of what was about to happen. Blaine lifted Kurt up and slammed himself into his ass. Kurt wailed as Blaine savagely pounded his hole. Blaine fucked him into the wall until he was on the edge of erupting. He forced himself to hold off as he pulled out and dragged Kurt to the bed. He pushed Kurt's face into the mattress and made him bend his knees. Blaine viciously slid into his ass and fucked him hard and strong. Kurt grunted and cried out as Blaine spoke to him.

"Yes, you are definitely a whore. Just listen to you. Whining and begging for it. Because you want it, don't you, Kurt? You want it bad."

Kurt moaned. "Ohhh...yes...yes...please..."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want you...harder...more."

"Can you take it, Kurt? Can you take a good fucking? Are you a good whore?"

"Yes...please..."

"Say it, Kurt. I want you to say it."

"I can take it. I can take more. Please...more...ugh...more cock. I'm a whore who wants more cock."

That did it.

Blaine came with a loud scream. He fell forward on to Kurt and just laid there, breathing hard. Kurt sighed and allowed his body to melt under Blaine's weight. Would he ever get tired of Blaine destroying his ass? He couldn't imagine.

Blaine finally rolled off of Kurt and gathered him tightly in his arms. "You may be a whore, Kurt, but you are my whore. I own your ass. I am the only john that gets to fuck that beautiful, magnificent ass." Kurt laughed.

They lay in comfortable silence before starting to chat about last night. Rick's new boyfriend, Chris, was nice. He had a great sense of humor and the cupcakes were delicious. Kurt admired Keith and Derron. They had been together for a long time and they both had great careers. Blaine admired their longevity. Not the dual careers. They were still surprised by Kent and Lake. Such opposites. But they were happy to see Lake with someone who might calm him down a bit. In some ways, he was worse than Tyler.

Tyler.

Kurt grinned. He was so excited about the possibility of Tyler and Warren. All Tyler wanted was to be loved, and Warren had a heart full of love to give.

He hoped their date was going well.

Could you really fall in love with someone in a day?

In an hour?

In a moment?

As Warren watched Tyler stare at the Christmas decorations with the same excitement and awe as the young children standing next to him, he knew he was in love.

Warren shook his head. This was his problem. This is what had made him spend four years pining for a man who was clearly unavailable. When Warren fell, he fell hard and completely. Tyler had captured his heart in less than 24 hours. Warren was in love with this tall, beautiful man with gorgeous green eyes and a childlike appreciation of the world. And whose mouth looked like it could work a cock into submission.

"I'm hungry. Can I have a hotdog?"

Warren laughed. "Are you asking me for permission?"

"No...well...do you like hotdogs?"

Warren smiled. "Sure. Come on."

They sat on a bench in Central Park, eating their hotdogs and talking. Tyler found it very easy to talk to Warren. Warren actually listened to him and seemed to care about what he had to say. Tyler found himself telling Warren all about his students, Craig, Mark and his past of promiscuity.

"I don't mean to sleep with guys so easily. I just...I hate sleeping alone. It's so lonely. I hate being alone...with no one to hold me."

Warren nodded. He knew all about loneliness.

They spent the day strolling through New York, just talking. By the time Warren brought Tyler back to Kurt and Blaine's place that evening, he knew he would let Tyler return to D.C., but he would never let him go.