There's only so much I can do for you
After all of the things you put me through
I'm not giving up
I'm making your love
This city's made us crazy and we must get out
-Must Get Out by Maroon 5-

"But why, Kurt? Why can't we just stay here? You were just home two months ago. My mom will understand if I don't come home. Let's just stay here."

Kurt closed his eyes and wished Blaine would continue kissing his back. It was Saturday morning and Blaine was continuing the debate that had started Thursday evening.

Whether or not to go home for Christmas.

Blaine wanted to stay in New York. He would be out of school for almost three weeks and he wanted to spend every waking moment with Kurt. He knew he had left Kurt alone way too much during the semester. He really wanted to make it up to him. But Kurt was insisting they go to Ohio.

"Carol and my dad are expecting me. Finn will be home along with Rachel and Mercedes. I want to see everyone. It's Christmas, Blaine. Everyone goes home for Christmas."

"At some point you get too old to go home for Christmas."

"You are never too old to go home for Christmas."

Blaine frowned. "I don't wanna be in Westerville while you're in Lima. I want to spend Christmas with you."

Kurt smiled. How sweet. "You will spend Christmas with me. You, your mom and Joel can come over for Christmas dinner. Carol would love to have you."

"I want to wake up with you Christmas morning."

"You could spend the night at my dad's. I don't think he or Carol would mind."

Blaine grumbled. He couldn't make Kurt scream in his father's house.

Kurt decided to compromise. "I tell you what. Let's go home this year, but next year we will stay in New York. It will be our first Christmas together as a married couple. We can tell everyone we want to spend our first Christmas together at home. Our New York home."

Blaine always found it hard to deny Kurt. "Fine."

Kurt smiled as Blaine started kissing his back again. Oh how he loved Saturday mornings.

A few weeks later, Kurt decided to get off the train two stops early to walk home. The December weather was still relatively mild and Kurt knew he'd better enjoy it while it lasted. Once the ice and snow hit he would probably be trapped inside the loft, something he was not looking forward to. Kurt was ready to find a job. He was tired of sitting home waiting for Blaine. With final exams looming, Blaine was back to leaving in the morning and not returning until late in the evening. He was tense and tired all the time. The idea of spending three years under their current schedule was depressing. Kurt planned to start looking for a position after the first of the year. He just wasn't sure how or when to tell Blaine.

As Kurt walked, he passed by one of his favorite buildings. It was an art gallery that sat on the corner. The entire side of the building was windows, a rarity in New York where shops pulled down heavy metal doors at night. He stopped when he noticed movers carefully carrying covered paintings out of the building. Kurt held the door open for one of the movers and then slipped inside. He looked around. Was the gallery leaving?

A tall blonde with green eyes approached him. "Hi. Can I help you?"

"Where's the gallery going?"

The blonde smiled, his face glowing with excitement. "I'm moving a few blocks down from the Museum of Modern Art. It's a great space. It doesn't have as much natural light as here, but hopefully I'll have more sales thanks to being close to MOMA."

"Congratulations." Kurt looked around the space. "I've always liked this building. I love the windows and the layout of the gallery."

The blonde nodded. "It's a great space. Would you like to see the upstairs? It's messy from packing, but you're welcome to take a look."

Kurt followed him throughout the main floor, noting the clean, wide open spaces and great lighting. There were large rooms upstairs and a few spacious offices. There was even a large storage area, a premium in New York City.

Once they were back downstairs the blonde held out his hand.

"By the way, my name is Jeremiah."

"Kurt."

"Nice to meet ya. Are you interested in the space? I'm sure the owner would love to get someone in here."

Kurt looked around. He would love to have this space. It was the perfect size and location for a design house. Not too big, but big enough and close to home.

Jeremiah handed him a card. "This is the card of the realtor who represents the space. I'm pretty sure he works directly for the owner of the building."

Kurt looked at the card. Dan Randolph, Montiel Real Estate Company.

"What do you do, Kurt?"

"I..." Kurt hesitated. What did he do? He cooked, cleaned and took care of Blaine. "I'm a designer. I design clothes."

Jeremiah nodded. "Cool. Well, if you're looking for space, this is a great building. Just give Dan a call. Feel free to tell him I sent you."

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Thanks."

Kurt was quiet and thoughtful the rest of the evening. Not that Blaine noticed. He didn't come home until 10:00 pm and when he arrived, he was exhausted and barely spoke to Kurt. He took a shower and fell asleep on the couch while reviewing assignments. Kurt covered him with a blanket and watched him sleep. Kurt felt the same way he'd felt before telling Blaine about the Paris internship.

Guilt.

Kurt knew his being home was good for Blaine. It calmed and settled him. Blaine was happy. He had the house husband he'd always dreamed of. The darkness was also happy and content. It was strong, but remained quiet and calm, soothed by Kurt's presence.

Everyone was getting what they needed.

Except for Kurt.

Kurt softly kissed Blaine's forehead. He would wait until after the holidays to discuss working with Blaine. He wanted them to have a good Christmas.

Final exams.

Blaine had been studying nonstop for two weeks. Thanks to his hard work, meetings with Mike and screwing Kurt, Blaine felt strong and prepared, but that didn't stop him from studying like crazy and stressing. For the first time ever, Blaine was thinking of someone else besides himself. Sort of. He wanted everyone in his study group to do well, but mainly because he felt their performance would be a reflection on him. Blaine scheduled extra study sessions, and even spent time one-on-one to make sure people mastered concepts they were struggling with.

Kurt couldn't wait for Saturday. He felt like he hadn't seen Blaine in days. Sure Blaine had made time to fuck Kurt into the mattress on Sunday, but other than that Kurt was alone all week.

Alone with his thoughts.

Thinking about the art gallery space and the growing pile of sketch books on the shelf.

Thinking about his non-existent career.

All that hard work for four years. What had been the point?

Three years until Blaine would graduate.

Three long years.

Saturday morning, Kurt smiled and rolled over. He'd been having a wonderful dream. Blaine was fucking him against the wall in the art gallery space, right under the Kurt Hummel Designs logo. Kurt scooted over, expecting to bump up against Blaine.

The bed was empty.

Kurt opened his eyes and sat up. Blaine was fully dressed and shoving things into his bag.

"Where are you going?"

Blaine looked up. "Oh, hey beautiful. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Where are you going?"

"Law library. We have an all day study session."

"But it's Saturday."

"I know, but exams start Monday. We need to spend the weekend reviewing."

Kurt knew he should let it go. It was final exam time. Of course Blaine would spend the weekend studying.

But Kurt had been alone all week feeling lonely and a little depressed. He had really been looking forward to Saturday.

"Saturday is supposed to be our day."

"I know beautiful, but I need to study."

"Blaine...you've studied, and studied, and studied. Trust me. You're ready. Come back to bed."

"I can't. Everyone is expecting me. I gotta go."

"I'm tired of this! You're never here!"

"Kurt, it's only for a few more days." Blaine glanced at the clock. "I gotta go. I'm gonna be late."

Perhaps it was from being alone too much, or from staring at the pile of sketch books, or from thinking about the art gallery space and the idea of sitting in the loft for three more years.

Kurt climbed off the bed and started yelling.

"I'm tired of sitting here waiting for you! You're always gone! I'm not doing this for three years! When we get back from Ohio, I'm looking for a job!"

Blaine's eyes darkened. "Look Kurt, I gotta go. We can discuss this later."

"There's nothing to discuss! I'm getting a job!"

"We'll talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about! I'm getting a job!"

Blaine dropped his bag as his eyes turned black. His skin was starting to burn and he was struggling to stay calm. What the fuck was Kurt's problem?

"Really, Kurt? Now? You wanna do this shit now? Right before I have finals?"

"When else am I supposed to do it? You're never here!"

Blaine walked towards him, his hand raised to slam into Kurt's chest. Master control. He would put Kurt under master control and deal with this shit later. He had to go. He couldn't demand punctuality from everyone else and then be late. He would put Kurt on lockdown and leave. Maybe he would put him on lockdown forever. Then Kurt wouldn't be able to work or leave the loft.

But he stopped himself.

Blaine closed his eyes and took a deep breath. No. He wanted to do better. He was going to do better. He gently took Kurt's hand and kissed it before staring into his eyes.

"I should have told you last night about today's study session. I promise to come home as soon as possible and we will spend the evening together. We can do whatever you want. And...we'll talk about...you getting a job. But beautiful, I have to go. I'm can't be late."

Blaine watched the submission grow in Kurt's eyes. He leaned over and kissed Kurt softly. When he pulled back, the surrender was complete.

"Okay. Just...hurry back. Please? I miss you."

"I will. I promise."

Blaine grabbed his bag and left. As he walked he thought about what had just happened.

Love before the control.

Love leads to control.

Blaine smiled.

He was getting better.

X-X-X-X-X

That evening, Blaine took Kurt to an expensive restaurant. They ate, drank wine and strolled around the city looking at the Christmas displays and decorations. Blaine's lips and hands caressed Kurt's body all evening, leaving Kurt in a state of warm relaxation. When they returned to the loft, Blaine slowly removed Kurt's many layers and made love to him. By the time he drifted off to sleep, Kurt had forgotten all about art gallery spaces and working.

Until Sunday morning when he woke up alone.

Beautiful,

Gone to the library. I will be back by Noon. We can go to lunch and spend the rest of the day together.

I love you.

Kurt sighed. He decided to straighten up and wash the sheets. With all the sex, washing sheets was a constant. Kurt did laundry every other day.

Around 11 am, he took a shower, dressed and waited. Blaine walked through the door at exactly Noon. He stopped and stared at Kurt. Why was Kurt so gorgeous? If Kurt were less attractive, Blaine might be more willing to let him get a job. He put his bag down and walked over to him.

"You never fail to take my breath away with how beautiful you are."

Kurt smiled and allowed Blaine to pull him close. "Flattery will only get you so far and make me forget for only so long."

Blaine looked into his eyes. "Why can't you understand? Knowing you're here, waiting for me...it's...it's my motivation. My inspiration. It reminds me of why I'm sitting in a dark, dusty library trying to remember decisions from cases that took place a million years ago. You are why I am killing myself to do well. I want to take care of you, Kurt. I want to give you everything. Everything you want. I know it's not easy to be with me, and I want to show you how much I love you. How much I appreciate you being my slave."

"Blaine, I know you love me. And I've told you before, I don't care about the money. Yes, I want nice things. Expensive things. But above all, I want you. I want to be your slave. I want your sick, obsessive love. I want your sexual punishments. I want your smile, your conversation, your laughter, your opinions, your singing, your company. I want you. And...I want a career."

Kurt could feel Blaine tense. "Why? Why do you want a career? I'll take care of you. You don't have to work."

"Blaine...it's not about the money. I know you'll take care of me, but...what was the point of having your family foundation pay for my education if I'm not going to do anything with the degree? More importantly, I want to work. I want to design."

"You design all the time. Look at all of your sketch books."

"You know better. It's not about drawings on paper. I want to see those drawings come to life. I want my own fashion house."

"And I'm okay with that, beautiful. After I graduate and get settled at the firm, I promise to spend my entire first year's salary on your design house. You can have all the money except for what we need to live on."

Kurt pulled away from him and sat down on the bed.

"I don't want to wait three years to start working. I know I can't open a design house right now, but I don't want to sit here day in and day out waiting for you. That's not fa...I can't sit here everyday. I'm bored and lonely and it's depressing."

Blaine's eyes darkened. "Taking care of me is depressing?"

"No. Sitting here missing you is depressing. I need to work. I want to work."

Kurt could see the struggle in Blaine's eyes. It was mixed with dark possession. Blaine didn't want to share him with anyone. Not even a job. Kurt walked over and kneeled in front of him. He looked up into his master's eyes.

"Please? I promise to still take care of you. I'll be home every evening. With your schedule, we'll probably leave at the same time in the morning and I'll beat you home. Plus, we can use the money for the wedding. Please master? Don't you want your slave to be happy?"

Blaine reached down and ran his fingers through Kurt's hair. He couldn't help but smile. He was getting better, but so was Kurt. Don't you want your slave to be happy? Kurt was learning the art of manipulation at the feet of his master.

"Taking care of me should make you happy."

"It does. But by working, I'll have two things that make me happy. Taking care of you and designing. I'll be sublimely happy."

Kurt swallowed hard as Blaine's eyes darkened with arousal and lust.

"Your attempt to manipulate your master is impressive, but obvious. You are such a beautiful, yet very bad slave."

Kurt started purring.

Blaine unzipped his pants and Kurt immediately opened his mouth and sucked Blaine's cock down. Blaine forced himself even further down Kurt's throat, choking him. Kurt expertly adjusted, relaxed, and allowed Blaine to fuck his mouth. Blaine came with a grunting scream as Kurt swallowed with a deep, delicious moan. Blaine roughly pulled Kurt off, his fingers tightly grasping Kurt's hair. Kurt looked up and shuddered. Ohhh...today was going to be brutal. Blaine's eyes were black and swimming with dominance.

"Strip and lie down on the bed."

Kurt quickly did as he was told. He noticed that Blaine didn't take his clothes off. Instead, he was pulling notebooks and law books out of his bag and arranging them on the kitchen table. Once he had his study materials organized, he turned towards Kurt and gave him a dark, evil smile.

Oh. Shit.

Kurt licked his lips and held his breath. What the hell was Blaine going to do to him?

Blaine reached under the bed and took out the spreader bar. He bent Kurt's knees and fastened his ankles to the bar, as tight as possible. He tied Kurt's wrists to either side of the bed frame. Kurt whined when Blaine took out the cock ring and gently slid it down Kurt's cock, locked it and placed the key around his neck. Still fully dressed, Blaine knelt between Kurt's legs and slowly slid two fingers into him. Kurt groaned and eagerly pushed, trying to drive them deeper. Blaine moved his fingers in and out, adding one more and then a fourth. He twisted and turned his fingers, driving Kurt mad. "Oh...please...please, master." Blaine said nothing. He continued working Kurt's ass for a few minutes more before taking out a brand new, silver butt plug. Kurt's eyes grew huge as he looked at the new toy. It was large. Larger than the others had been. Kurt swallowed and closed his eyes, gasping as Blaine slowly worked it in. Once it was settled deep inside his ass, Blaine turned on the vibration, setting it at seven.

Kurt screamed. The vibration was stronger than the others.

Blaine smiled at him. "I need to study so you need to stay quiet." Blaine climbed off the bed and settled himself at the kitchen table.

Kurt's mind was racing. He had been here before. Trapped under hot, sexual torture. This all felt... familiar. Blaine was never familiar. Something else was coming. What the hell was it?

Kurt struggled to remain quiet despite the whirling sensations flooding his ass and caressing his prostate. He couldn't come but his orgasm was definitely rising. Without realizing it, he was moaning loudly and squirming around. Suddenly, Blaine was gagging him with a white scarf.

"I told you to be quiet."

And then he was blindfolded.

Bound, gagged and blindfolded. Hell didn't get hotter than this. Blaine increased the vibration to nine and Kurt was sure he was going to pass out. This was pure, hot, delicious sexual torture. Kurt felt drugged and on edge from the intense sensations rippling throughout his body.

Suddenly, the butt plug was gone and Kurt felt Blaine's cock slowly entering him. His moans were muffled by the scarf. Blaine was moving smooth and slow. In. Out. In. Out. 15 times before he slid out completely and pushed the plug back in.

Blaine reviewed chapter 23.

10 minutes.

He removed the plug. In. Out. In. Out. 15 times.

Plug back in.

He finished chapter 23 and moved on to chapter 24.

11 minutes.

In. Out. In. Out. 15 times.

Plug back in.

Back to chapter 24.

12 minutes.

This went on for one hour.

Kurt was mind fucked.

He couldn't establish a time-line or pattern and Blaine's movements were silent. Kurt never knew when Blaine would enter him or for how long. Once he figured out it was 15 strokes, Blaine changed and did 20. Then 12. Then 17. Kurt was sweating, breathing hard and his cock...goddamn his cock was about to fucking break. His entire body was shaking and he couldn't think clearly. He passed out once, only to wake up and find himself still trapped in the sexual nightmare. Or was it a fantasy?

After exactly one hour, Blaine untied Kurt's hands, released him from the bar, removed the gag and blindfold, lightly kissed the head of Kurt's aching cock and slid off the ring. He slammed into Kurt's ass as Kurt exploded, his twitching cock shooting cum everywhere as Blaine fucked him hard. Kurt was screaming at the top of his lungs. He clawed Blaine's back like a wild animal in attack mode. The pain of Kurt's nails made Blaine yell and fuck harder. Kurt's orgasm seemed endless. He kept coming. And screaming. The screams drove Blaine crazy. They were both screaming like mad men when Blaine's orgasm crashed into him, sending him falling forward, collapsing on top of Kurt. Kurt wrapped his arms tightly around him as they lay there, breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum. Kurt was sure he couldn't move, even if Blaine rolled off of him, so they lay there. Blaine pressed his body down into Kurt, and Kurt held him tight.

Kurt was sure it was one of the most intense sexual experience of his life. And Blaine had given him plenty to choose from.

It was an hour before either of them spoke.

"If you want, I'll have Lisa, the HR Director at HWV, take a look at your resume. She can help you add your Paris experience and give you some suggestions. Or maybe it would make more sense for the career office at Parsons to help you."

Kurt smiled. "Thank you."

It didn't take Kurt long to find a job. A friend from Parsons was moving up from her position as a Design Associate to Design Manager. She enthusiastically recommended Kurt for the job. He was offered the position on the spot. He would start after the first of the year.

Blaine was glad to see Kurt happy and excited, but he hated the idea of Kurt working. Really hated it. The summer had left Blaine desperate to keep Kurt safe, protected, and far away from other men. Far, far away. He wanted Kurt to be a stay at home husband more than ever.

But...

He was trying to do better. Trying hard not to be selfish. Or cruel. Or to see that look of disappointment in Kurt's eyes because of him. That look killed Blaine. He never, ever wanted to see that look again.

Kurt knew this was a big step for Blaine, especially after everything they'd been through that summer. He was surprised he'd gotten him to agree so easily. He constantly reassured Blaine that he would still take care of him and was grateful his work schedule would allow it. He wasn't due in the office until 9 am which meant he would still be able to make Blaine breakfast and send him off. He would be home by 6:00 pm, 6:30 pm at the latest. He would always beat Blaine home. It would all work out fine.

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine aced his exams along with all the members of his study group. They celebrated by going out the night before Blaine and Kurt were to leave for Ohio. It was the first time Kurt had ever met Blaine's study group members and law school acquaintances. They were an interesting mix of nerdy brainiacs and smooth, overly confident, attractive, smart people. As Kurt observed the group, he realized what Blaine was really up to. This group was about more than just smart people to study with. Blaine was assembling a law firm. Depending upon how things went over the next few years, these would be the first people Blaine hired when he was in charge of HWV. People who would be loyal to him.

As they lay in bed that night, Kurt asked Blaine if he was right. Blaine beamed at him.

"Yes, you are correct. Each of them is becoming an expert in a different area. Maggie is focusing on matrimony and divorce. Alan likes real estate. Jeff speaks four languages and plans to go into international law. By the time I graduate, I will have my own team of trusted legal experts. Everyone will work somewhere else for awhile and then once I'm in charge, I'll slowly hire them away from wherever they're working. I have to assemble a team that's loyal to me. Not Mike."

"But aren't there already people in those positions at HWV? You can't just fire them."

"I won't fire anyone unless I have to, but I need to be ready. There are people at HWV who don't like me. Once I'm in charge, I hope they leave. I don't plan to push anyone out. I just need to be ready to replace quickly."

Okay. That made sense, but it also seemed...Kurt couldn't find the word. Devious? No. Paranoid? Maybe. Or perhaps Blaine was just being smart.

Blaine shifted on top of Kurt and started kissing his neck. Kurt hummed and immediately spread his legs. Blaine smiled. Nothing made him happier than the way Kurt responded to his touch. It was intoxicating. A sign of his ownership and control over his slave.

Blaine grinned when he saw his mother waiting for him at the airport.

"Oh darling!" She held Blaine in a warm hug. Blaine inhaled her scent and felt 8 years old again.

Elaine hugged Kurt. He looked around. "Where's my dad?"

Elaine smiled. "Well, I hope we didn't over assume, but we have a surprise for both of you."

"What?"

They walked outside to find Joel standing by Blaine's car.

"Last time we talked you mentioned how much you missed driving your car. Burt's been taking care of it all this time, so he gave it a thorough checkup and Joel had it detailed. We thought you might want to drive Kurt to Lima."

Blaine was excited. He couldn't wait to get behind the wheel. "Awesome. Thanks mom. I promise to drop Kurt off and come right back."

Elaine smiled. "No need. Burt and Carol said you could stay with them. Joel and I will come over tomorrow."

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not, darling. I'm just glad you came home."

Kurt gave Blaine an I-told-you-so look.

As they pulled on to the highway, Kurt checked his seatbelt, gripped the door and hoped they would not end up as one of those tragic, holiday car accident stories where someone young dies in a fiery crash on their way home. Blaine was pushing 100 miles an hour. He never worried about speeding tickets. All he had to do was stare into the cop's eyes. They arrived in Lima in record time.

From the moment they entered the Hummel-Hudson home, Blaine could feel Burt thoughtfully studying him. That damn Warren. Blaine went out of his way to be charming and engaging. Eventually Burt relaxed and seemed at ease. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist.

Please don't accidentally call me master while we are here. I don't want your father to have another heart attack.

Kurt smiled. Thanks for the reminder. Master.

They stayed in Kurt's old room and made love silently in the early hours of Christmas morning. To their surprise, remaining silent was hot and intense. Their concentration and awareness of the other was heightened. Not one kiss, touch or caress was missed. It was the most passionate love-making they'd ever experienced.

Blaine gave Kurt a $790 Pure Musique Hermes scarf. It had a pocket for Kurt's iPod, and his headphones could actually be threaded through the scarf. Kurt loved it and thought it was hilarious that Blaine had bought him something from Hermes. Blaine quickly understood why. Kurt gave him a $880 Hermes gold leather notebook cover for his legal pads. Apparently they had both visited Hermes dot com.

Elaine and Joel arrived for dinner around 4:00 pm and stayed until 9:00 pm. Blaine prepared to leave as well. He was going to spend the night and the next day with his mom while Kurt and Carol hit the day after Christmas sales. Kurt was also supposed to have lunch with Mercedes and Rachel. As he prepared to leave, Blaine felt like he was back in high school.

"I never thought I'd be doing this again."

Kurt laughed. "It's just one night. You should spend some time with your mom. I'm sure she's missed you."

Before going to bed that night, Blaine stared at the portrait of his grandfather. It was still hanging on the wall of his old room. He decided he would have it shipped to New York and hang it in the loft. He stared into his grandfather's eyes. "I'm going to do better than you. I'm going to stay alive and I'm going to protect Kurt. I'm learning from your mistakes."

Blaine jumped back as he heard a voice in his head.

Good. Don't make the same mistakes I made. I want you to live. Live and love your slave.

It had to be his imagination...didn't it?

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, Blaine sat at the kitchen table eating pancakes and bacon. Elaine sat across from him, glowing like the sun. She was so proud of her beautiful child.

"Mom, stop smiling at me."

"I can't help it. I'm happy to see you."

Blaine smiled. As usual, Kurt had been right. It was good for them to come home.

"So, June 8."

Blaine's smile widened. "Yeah. June 8. It's going to be great. Kurt has really worked hard."

Elaine looked down at the table and then back at Blaine. Her expression was serious.

"I suppose...after all this time...Kurt knows about you."

Blaine was shocked. His mother never talked to him about his powers. Ever.

"Yes, he knows all about me."

"And...he's fine with...with the role he has to play in your life?"

Wow. Blaine couldn't believe she was asking this.

"Yes. He understands and he's fine with it."

"Does he like being a...well...is he already your..." Elaine found it hard to say the word. She had always avoided acknowledging the strange powers that existed within her ex-husband's family. In the past when she tried to talk to James about Blaine, he refused to discuss it or answer her questions. Part of her was grateful to remain ignorant. It was all so frightening and strange.

"Yeah mom. Kurt and I are...settled and he's fine with everything. All of it. He's happy and he makes me happy. We're really good. We're great."

Elaine sighed in relief and smiled. She wanted her son happy. After everything she had foolishly allowed to happen to him in her home, she wanted to see Blaine happy and loved.

x-x-x

"Aw come on, Kurt. I miss you. I hate sleeping without you."

Kurt was trying to convince Blaine to spend one more night with Elaine. He had learned from Carol that Elaine had been super excited about Blaine coming home. Kurt didn't want to steal him away too quickly.

"But it sounds like she has really missed you. Spend some more time with her. Today is Friday. We leave Sunday. Spend the night there and I'll come stay with you tomorrow night. It actually makes sense for us to stay there Saturday night. Westerville is closer to the Dayton airport."

Blaine grumbled. "Fine." Blaine hated sleeping without Kurt. He'd had enough of that shit this summer.

x-x-x

Around 2:00 am Saturday morning, the darkness started thrashing within Blaine. It crashed against his chest and threw him to the floor. Blaine's body was boiling and he was covered in sweat. He slowly climbed back into bed and spoke to the darkness.

Okay, okay. I get it. I understand. Settle down and go to sleep.

His cell phone rang. Kurt.

"Hey."

"I assume you're awake."

"Yeah."

"We should go first thing in the morning."

"Okay. I'll pick you up around 10 am."

"Okay. Goodnight, master. I love you."

"I love you, beautiful. Goodnight."