I'll never leave you behind
Or treat you unkind
I know you understand
And with a tear in my eye
Give me the sweetest goodbye
That I ever did receive
-Sweetest Goodbye by Maroon 5-

By the time they were settled on the plane, Kurt was inching towards a quiet hysteria within his mind.

Something was definitely going on with Blaine.

No sex on their wedding night, the darkness had grown hotter, and now strange eating habits.

They had decided to have breakfast at the hotel restaurant all you can eat breakfast buffet. Kurt was pleased with the selection of fresh fruits and breads, and he smiled when he saw the piles of bacon, sausages and ham, plus a carving station; plenty of meat for his dark carnivore to enjoy. He was shocked when Blaine returned to the table with a plate of scrambled eggs, no meat.

"Is that all you want?"

"Yes."

"Did you see the carving station?"

"Yes."

"Are you feeling ill?"

"No. Why?"

"There's mountains of meat up there and you're eating eggs."

"I only want eggs."

Kurt nibbled at his fruit as he watched Blaine eat. Something was definitely wrong. Blaine always ate meat. Always. And lots of it. So much in fact that Kurt was thinking about signing up for weekly delivery from a butchers shop in the city. Years ago when he asked Blaine about his carnivore ways, he explained that the darkness craved meat. Watching Blaine eat a plate of just eggs was...disturbing.

To stop himself from obsessing over Blaine's plate, Kurt decided to talk about the wedding, or more specifically about Lake and Kent, Warren and Tyler. Both relationships were going strong. Warren and Tyler were madly in love, but they were worried about their future. Eventually one of them would have to think about moving. Kurt had a feeling it would end up being Warren and this made him sad. He was happy for Tyler, but he would miss his friend.

To everyone's surprise, Kent and Lake were perfect for each other. Lake needed a calming force in his life, and Kent needed someone who would serve as his voice. He was happy being the quiet one and was very content to have someone else do all the talking; but being quiet and shy had made it hard to find the loud, dominant man he wanted and needed. Kent considered Lake a gift from heaven and Lake was grateful to have someone who valued him beyond the bedroom. Kent was loving and gentle in a way Lake had never experienced with other men. Plus, for as quiet as he was, Kent was a sex fiend in bed. After the first time Kent fucked him, Lake got on his knees and thanked God for blessing him with a man hung like a horse who knew how to use it.

As Kurt chatted away, Blaine remained quiet. He just listened, smiled and stared at his beautiful husband.

X-X-X-X-X

They rode to the airport in silence. Blaine was far away again, deep in thought. Kurt's mind spiraled into overdrive. Why was Blaine so quiet? Why no sex? Why the eggs? Had saying I do in front of all those people changed something? What was he thinking about and why was the darkness blazing?

As the plane taxied down the runway, Kurt decided to try and find out what was going on.

"Blaine?"

"Yes, beautiful?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"Is something wrong?"

Blaine kissed Kurt's hand. "Everything is fine, beautiful. Everything is perfect. I'm so happy to call you my husband and my slave. I'm just eager to start our honeymoon."

"You've been awfully quiet."

"Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you. You're better than I deserve. I love you so much."

Kurt tried to allow Blaine's words to comfort him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something else was going on. He also couldn't understand why the darkness was so hot despite its calm state.

"Blaine, why is the darkness so hot?"

Blaine didn't answer him.

"Blaine?"

"Not now, Kurt. Later." Master tone.

"Yes master."

When they arrived at the Dayton airport Joel's son, Ben was waiting for them with Blaine's car. Blaine couldn't stomach being in Ohio and not having his car, so he told his mother about their plans, swearing her to secrecy. Since she and Joel would not be back from New York in time, Elaine asked Ben to meet Blaine at the airport with his car.

They drove to Silver Creek in silence. Kurt could still sense the strong heat of the darkness. Why on earth was it so hot? He didn't dare ask again. Instead he stared out the window and eventually fell asleep. He woke up just as they were passing the welcome to Silver Creek sign. As they drove up the long winding road into the woods, Kurt started feeling nervous again. He willed himself to calm down.

Once they pulled up in front of the house, Blaine jumped out of the car and ran around to Kurt's side. He opened the door to help Kurt out, and then scooped him up to carry him over the threshold.

"Welcome to your honeymoon, beautiful." Blaine carried him to the master bedroom and laid him down on the bed. He climbed on top of him and teasingly ran his tongue along his lips before sliding into his mouth. Kurt moaned happily. Finally. This was the Blaine he expected. Kurt arched his hips up, pushing his hard cock against Blaine's. Blaine moaned...and climbed off the bed.

"I'm going to get the bags."

Kurt stared at him lustfully. "Why? They aren't going anywhere. Come back and finish what you started."

Blaine smiled. "We can finish later. Once everything's in, do you want to go grab dinner and do some grocery shopping?"

"Sure. I guess so."

Blaine left Kurt lying on the bed, feeling defeated. Once again Kurt told himself to calm down. Blaine probably wanted their first time as a married couple to be special. Tonight. They would make love tonight. Kurt needed to relax.

After dinner and grocery shopping, they came back and prepared for bed. Blaine took a shower first, then Kurt. Kurt hurried through his moisturizing routine, eager to join Blaine in bed. When he came out of the bathroom...

Blaine was asleep.

The darkness was boiling.

Kurt stood in the middle of the room and looked at him.

What the hell was going on?

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, Kurt woke up alone.

He sat up and decided enough was enough. He had been married for two days and had yet to make love with his husband. A husband who was addicted to sex. Something was definitely wrong.

Kurt walked out to the main room. No Blaine. He found a note on the kitchen counter.

Beautiful,

Gone for a walk. Will be back soon. Breakfast? Please? I promise to eat meat. I love you.

Kurt sighed and started pulling out pans.

Blaine returned just as Kurt pulled the last piece of bacon out of the skillet.

"Good morning, beautiful. Smells delicious."

Kurt had his hands on his hips and a bitch look on his face.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong."

"Blaine...we've been married for two days and you've barely spoken to or touched me, and the darkness is a raging inferno. Please master? Tell me what's wrong."

Blaine sat down at the kitchen table. "Let's eat first and then we'll talk."

Kurt was pleased when Blaine took two pieces of sausage and two strips of bacon, but he noticed Blaine didn't eat more.

After breakfast they settled on the couch. They sat in silence for a while before Blaine began.

"Remember when we were in Paris? In the alley with that asshole?"

Kurt nodded. Poor Daveed. He would always feel bad about that night.

"Remember how I shut down our connection?"

"Yes." Of course Kurt remembered. It had been horrible. The emptiness had been like dying a slow, excruciating death. It had been so incredibly painful to have an emptiness inside that physically hurt. Kurt shuddered just thinking about it.

"I wanna make sure that will never happen again. That I can never do that to you again."

"How?"

"I'm going to seal our connection."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm going to complete our bond to one another. Make it...indestructible. I'm going to end my ability to shut down our connection. To shut you out. I don't wanna be able to ever do that to you again."

"But, you did it to protect me from the darkness. Isn't that a good thing? Kind of like a safety mechanism?"

"Yes, but if we're going to spend the rest of our lives together, we have to learn to do better. I have to learn to do better. You must be submissive to me, but I must be honorable to you. Right now I have the ability to punish you by shutting down our connection and leaving it shut down. In Paris I used it to protect you, but its real purpose is punishment. Disconnecting us is painful for me, but it's worse for you. The pain for me is temporary. It eventually fades. But for you...it would have grown worse. Your enslavement would have kept seeking its connection to me, and when it couldn't find it...it would have suffocated and tortured you. Not enough to kill you. Just enough to make you feel constant pain. Shutting down our connection and inflicting pain upon you should not be an option. There's enough shit I put you through as your master. This...this is a master power I don't want and I don't think I should have. It's not...right that I can do that to you."

Kurt smiled. "It's not...fair that you can do that to me?"

Blaine's body tensed. Damn that fucking word.

Kurt ran his nails up and down Blaine's back. "You don't have to say it. I understand and I love you for wanting to do this."

"I want to be bound to you forever, Kurt. Bound to you like you are to me."

"Okay. So, how do we do this?"

Blaine's voice was very quiet. "You have to trust me."

"I do trust you."

"I mean...you have to trust me no matter what and you have to promise that you will do as I tell you. No matter what."

Kurt felt a light ripple of fear run through him. "I'm your slave and your husband. Of course I trust you and will do as you tell me, but what exactly are you going to tell me to do?"

"You just have to trust me."

Kurt was quiet, thinking.

Blaine wanted to get rid of a master power.

The darkness was boiling.

"Blaine...is this going to..."

Blaine stopped him by kissing him. He didn't want Kurt to ask the question because he didn't want to answer. If Kurt knew the pain Blaine was about to endure, he would try and stop him and Blaine wanted to do this. Kurt deserved nothing less.

At first Blaine's kiss was urgent as he quickly slid his tongue into Kurt's mouth to shut him up. But then he slowed down to enjoy the feel of Kurt's soft lips and warm tongue. Kurt's mind melted as their tongues softly explored each other. The taste of Blaine was like a sweet drug poisoning his system and making it impossible for him to think clearly.

Blaine pulled him off the couch and backed him towards the bedroom, their lips never parting. They undressed each other quickly before falling on to the bed. Blaine pulled Kurt's hands up to rest on either side of his head. He tightly laced their fingers and stared into Kurt's eyes.

"You must trust me and do as I say. No matter what." His voice was dominant and controlling. Kurt's enslavement took over his mind.

"Yes master."

Blaine slowly kissed his way down Kurt's body, enjoying Kurt's smooth skin and smell. He settled between his legs and took his time slowly licking in, out and around his hole causing Kurt to whine and furiously arch his hips, desperate for more. Blaine slid his tongue deeper inside and drove Kurt crazy. He didn't stop until he was begging. "Please master...I'm ready...please...please..." Blaine moved back up and very slowly slid himself inside. He moved as if it were their very first time. Kurt's entire body exhaled. This was what he had wanted and needed for the past two days. The full, choking feel of Blaine's cock possessing him. Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes. "I love you, beautiful. I love you so much. You are my everything. My slave, my husband, my lover, my all. You're everything I want and need. Everything." Kurt couldn't speak. He was too overcome by the feel of Blaine. Blaine closed his eyes and readied his mind for what was about to happen. The darkness was a blazing hellfire within him.

So, you still insist on doing this.

Yes. I love him. I want this for him. For us.

You are a weak fool who loves too much.

It's your fault I love him too much.

No. Your great-grandmother cursed you with that fate. Control is always my preference. Very well. It will be as you wish but remember, my nature demands your suffering in exchange for the sealing.

I understand. Just protect Kurt.

Blaine sped up, thrusting faster and harder into Kurt. Kurt matched every thrust with one of his own, driving Blaine deeper inside him. Blaine tightened his grip on Kurt's hands and locked his legs around his. He stared deep into his eyes...

and shut down their connection.

Kurt felt it instantly. The rippling sensation followed by a hollow, empty feeling inside his chest. He stared into Blaine's coal black eyes.

"No! What are you doing?"

"Trust me! You have to trust me!"

Kurt started crying as the painful emptiness spread through his body. No. No. No. This wasn't sealing their connection. This was killing it. Killing him.

"No! Blaine! Please! Stop! Stop! Stop!"

"Trust me, Kurt! You have to trust me!"

"Stop! Stop! Give it back!" Kurt was crying and sobbing as the pain filled him. And then suddenly, the emptiness was replaced by a warm sensation. It was warm, bordering on hot, but not hot enough to burn him or cause him discomfort. His eyes darkened as the dark warmth settled within him. The moment his eyes changed colors, Blaine pulled out and rolled them over.

"Enter me, Kurt."

Kurt's head felt hazy. He blinked several times, trying to focus. "What?"

Blaine pressed his hand up against Kurt's chest.

"Slide inside me. Now."

Kurt felt confused. This was all wrong. He shook his head. Blaine pressed harder.

"I command you to close your eyes and fuck me. Fuck me hard."

Kurt's eyes turned a deep navy blue before he closed them and slammed into Blaine. Blaine screamed from the force and from the heat. With every thrust the darkness seared through his body with an intensity and vengeance Blaine had never endured before. It truly was a raging inferno, but it was careful to save its fire for Blaine. It wasn't interested in burning Kurt. Blaine was the one who deserved to suffer for wanting to do something so weak and pathetic. A master giving up a part of his control over his slave? A master allowing his slave to fuck him? Why was Blaine so weak? The darkness would seal their connection, but only if it could make Blaine suffer every single moment of the process.

At first Kurt was only semi-aware of what he was doing. He was acting on a combination of the darkness driving him forward and Blaine's command. But with every push, his male instinct kicked in. Blaine's ass felt amazing. So incredibly amazing. It was hot and tight and felt so good around his cock. Between the lovely sensations and the darkness, Kurt was starting to thrust harder and faster. Tiny beads of sweat formed on his porcelain skin giving him a pale, creamy glow. His voice was an octave lower than usual as he grunted with every thrust. His mind felt blissful as his body was overcome by the hot stimulation around his cock.

He was completely unaware of the horror Blaine was experiencing.

Blaine was struggling not to scream too loudly. He didn't want to frighten Kurt. As much as he loved him, this was torture. Pure hell. Masters were simply not supposed to be fucked by anyone, but especially not their slaves. It just wasn't the way of the darkness. But if Blaine wanted to seal their connection, this was the only way to do it.

As the dark heat grew fiercer, Blaine couldn't control himself. An especially anguished scream broke through the dream-like state Kurt was in. He opened his eyes.

"Blaine?"

"Don't stop, Kurt!"

"But...Blaine..."

"I command you to keep going! Trust me!"

Kurt wanted to stop, but Blaine's command pushed him to continue. He allowed himself to get lost in his enslavement. Soon he was fucking into Blaine again and grunting with every push. Blaine closed his eyes and drowned in the pain. Every thrust felt hotter than the last, but with every thrust their connection grew tighter, stronger as the darkness forged it together and sealed it with fire. A stream of fire to seal their connection and a stream of fire to punish Blaine for doing this.

Blaine steeled himself as he realized Kurt was nearing his orgasm. Kurt screamed Blaine's name as his release flowed from him. Blaine thought his body was going to fall apart. He screamed in agony as the hot cum flooded his ass. Kurt collapsed on top of him, totally spent and exhausted. Blaine lay there in horrible pain, but he had to finish. With no warning, he rolled them over and slid inside Kurt. Kurt gasped in surprise. Blaine pushed firmly as he laced their fingers together and stared into Kurt's eyes. Kurt cried out as he felt the dark warmth leaving his body, but it was quickly replaced by a strong rippling sensation of heat waves. Blaine pressed his body against Kurt's and gave a final strong push. Kurt moaned as a pleasant rush exploded within him followed by a tightening sensation. Suddenly his mind felt very clear.

And then he felt it.

A new, stronger, deeper, tighter connection to Blaine. It felt warm and made Kurt feel a strange sensation of unspeakable love.

Deep, pure, unbreakable love.

Kurt felt drunk from the sensations floating inside him. He smiled and started giggling. "Mmm...Blaine. It feels so warm and just... just...lovely. Ohhh..."

Blaine said nothing. He couldn't. He was weak, disoriented and in immense pain. He rolled off of Kurt and fell out of bed on to the floor.

"Blaine? What are you doing?"

"Blaine?"

Kurt peered over the side of the bed. "Oh my God! Blaine!"

Kurt scrambled down to the floor. Blaine's eyes were squeezed shut as he lay on the floor, hugging himself. His body was trembling. Every few seconds he would wince from the pain searing through him.

"Blaine! What's wrong?"

Blaine's voice was low and weak. "It's okay...beautiful. I... I...just need...to rest."

Kurt pulled him back into bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around him as his body continued to quiver and tremble with pain. Every few minutes Blaine would hiss or let out a small cry from the hot pain ripping through him.

Kurt's voice was a mixture of anguish and anger. "Why Blaine? Why? Why did you want to do this if it was going to be painful? You didn't have to do this!"

Blaine's body shook with pain throughout the night. Kurt held him close, stroking his hair and whispering words of love. The longer he lay there, the angrier Kurt became. Why was the darkness so cruel? For the first time ever, Kurt demanded a conversation.

"I wanna talk to you!"

Nothing.

Kurt concentrated. "Hey! You know I'm talking to you! Answer me!"

The darkness smiled. Annoying Kurt was fun.

"You didn't have to hurt him! Why are you so mean?"

He brought the pain on himself. A master wanting to dispose of ways to control his slave? Weak! Weakness will not be tolerated!

"It isn't weakness! It's love! Don't you want him to love me? Isn't he supposed to love me?"

Yes, but not to his detriment. He loves you too much.

"You can never love too much."

I disagree. Control is better than love.

"No it's not. From day one I gave Blaine control because of love. I loved him and he loved me. When it came time for him to need to control me, I was willing to give to give him control because of love. Love is the foundation of our relationship. Not control."

The darkness was silent. After a few minutes, Kurt realized that Blaine had stopped shaking in pain. He was finally sleeping peacefully.

"Thank you."

The darkness settled quietly within Blaine.

Blaine slept all day.

Kurt lay next to him and alternated between being furious with him for doing something that was so painful, and being overwhelmed with happiness about their new connection. He could tell the difference. Everything felt heightened, stronger and more secure.

Enduring.

Everlasting.

Unbreakable.

When Blaine finally opened his eyes, he was met with beautiful blue-gray ones staring at him.

"Hi beautiful."

"I'm furious with you."

"That's okay. We're married now. I'm sure it won't be the last time."

"Why? Why did you do this? You knew it was going to be painful for you. Why?"

"I explained why yesterday. I didn't care about the pain. I wanted to be bound to you. No matter how badly it hurt to make it happen."

"The darkness is a jackass."

Blaine laughed. "No. It's just...dark."

Kurt rolled his eyes making Blaine laugh again. He stretched and climbed on top of Kurt.

"I'm starving. Will you cook me a steak?"

Kurt grinned and then narrowed his eyes in thought.

"Wait...so...is that why you weren't eating meat? Were you trying to starve the darkness?"

Blaine smiled. "I knew it was going to kick my ass. I called myself denying it fuel. Not that it worked."

Kurt shook his head. "I still can't believe you knowingly put yourself through that. I'm not supposed to..." Kurt grimaced. It had felt good, but it was just wrong. Totally wrong.

"I never want to fuck you again."

Blaine's eyes turned a very deep black.

"Don't worry. You never will."

They spent their days relaxing and talking. They talked about last summer and everything they went through, about Mike and the firm, about their future and their commitment to one another, and above all, about their need to be together. Forever.

And they fucked.

Crazy, intense, out of control fucking.

Blaine announced that for three days Kurt would be his slave. Kurt looked at him in complete confusion.

"What are you talking about? I'm always your slave. I've been your slave for six years. I just pledged to be your slave forever."

Blaine's eyes darkened with lust and dominance and Kurt found himself trapped under Blaine's controlling gaze. He could feel the warm, heavy weight of submission take over his mind as he slowly fell to his knees until his forehead was pressed to the floor. His hands moved to align his wrists by his ankles as Blaine's voice floated above him.

"Of course you are always my slave, beautiful. But, for the next three days you will be the ultimate sex slave." Kurt moaned as he mind filled with images of what he was in for.

Blaine did not disappoint him.

To Kurt it was a combination of their last Silver Creek visit before leaving for college, and the hell weekend he'd spent trying to get his Paris trip back.

Blaine was dark, intense and ravenous.

For three days Kurt was bound, gagged, blindfolded and very thoroughly fucked. Blaine couldn't get enough of him, and Kurt didn't want him to ever stop. He cried as Blaine pounded his ass harder and faster, making him scream with every hit to his prostate. Blaine loved the screaming. He would never, ever get tired of hearing Kurt scream while being fucked. "You will take it, beautiful. You must take it because you were born to be fucked by me. Do you want more? Do you want it harder?" Kurt had tears rolling down his face."Yes...please...harder...more...harder...more...harder...more! Harder! More! Oh shit! Blainnnne!"

Kurt's screaming release would send Blaine crashing into his. He would fill Kurt's ass and then quickly replace himself with a butt plug attached to a harness. Kurt cried and groaned as the large plug was roughly pushed into his ass. Blaine adjusted the belt, making sure it was tightly secured around Kurt's waist without cutting into his skin. Whenever Blaine's cock wasn't inside him, Kurt had to wear the plug. The harness kept it securely in place so Kurt could comfortably move around the house and even wear it out in public. Blaine totally planned to make him wear it to work at least once a week.

And of course they had chair sex.

A new type of chair sex.

One of the things Blaine had always loved about Kurt was his physique. Kurt's body was firm and strong but slim. Kurt was also quite agile and pliable. The perfect build for what Blaine had in mind.

Kurt stretched and hummed happily as he lay on his back on the living room floor. He was always surprised at how much he enjoyed being forced to crawl around and remain on the floor. He giggled as he thought about his co-workers. If they could see him now. Kurt at the design studio and Kurt at home were two totally different people. At work Kurt was a demanding perfectionist full of cutting critiques and a definite bitch streak. At home he was a submissive slave. Kurt laughed out loud. He was sure his co-workers sometimes wished he was more submissive when arguing about design direction.

Blaine smiled at the sound of Kurt's laughter. Definitely his third favorite Kurt sound. The first was hearing Kurt say, "I love you." The second was Kurt screaming during sex. And in a few minutes, Kurt would be screaming like he'd never screamed before.

"Come here, slave."

Kurt immediately crawled over to Blaine. Blaine was standing next to a chair holding several black ropes. Kurt's dick started to harden. Blaine smiled wickedly at the sight of Kurt's arousal.

"I think it's time for us to have chair sex."

Kurt nodded. He was wondering when they would get around to that, but this chair was all wrong for chair sex.

"Would you like to try something new, beautiful?"

Kurt slowly nodded and eyed the ropes in Blaine's hand. That was an awful lot of rope.

"Sit down in the chair."

Kurt arched an eyebrow but didn't hesitate to sit in the chair. It was a lovely Queen Anne arm chair with a wide cushioned seat and padded, wooden chair arms.

"Move forward some toward the edge of the seat and slump down into the chair a bit."

Kurt obeyed.

"Now, lift your legs into the air, feet back by your head but then bend your knees."

Oh. Shit.

Kurt started breathing harder. He swung his legs into the air and back.

"Lift your arms until your wrists are by your ankles."

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. Kurt did as he was told.

Blaine took one rope and wrapped it around the chair arm and around Kurt's thigh, effectively tying Kurt's thigh to the chair. He did the same to Kurt's other leg. He then tied his wrists to his ankles, letting enough rope drop behind the chair to tie to the back chair legs. He stepped back and stared at Kurt. "Shit. You look so fucking beautiful. Just...damn."

Kurt took a deep breath and allowed his body to relax into the position.

"How do you feel?"

"Hogtied."

Blaine closed his eyes. Perfect.

"Do you want a pillow for your back?"

Kurt stared straight into Blaine's eyes.

"Depends on how hard you're going to fuck me."

Blaine staggered a little. He placed a pillow behind Kurt's back and tried not to lose his mind. It took every ounce of will power within him to slide slowly into Kurt's ass. This was a new, more strenuous position, so he had to move slowly to make sure Kurt was okay. The noises Kurt made from Blaine's entry told him he could proceed with abandon.

Kurt had permission to come whenever he wanted and he was grateful because this chair sex was the hottest and most intense they'd ever had. Kurt was sure this was the hardest he had ever been fucked within his life. The position truly turned him into the ultimate sex slave. He was completely bound, helpless and open for Blaine to fuck at will. It also made it very easy for Blaine to stroke Kurt's cock which he took full advantage of. Kurt couldn't understand how it was possible for him to keep having orgasms, but his dick kept getting hard as Blaine kept stroking him. Kurt would come all over Blaine's hand and Blaine would slide his fingers into Kurt's mouth. "Taste how good you are, beautiful. So fucking delicious." Kurt would suck his fingers clean and Blaine would lick the rest from his wrist, his hips never pausing as he fucked into Kurt. And then he would start stroking Kurt again.

Blaine's orgasm was almost violent, it was so hard. He struggled to remain conscious because he didn't want to leave Kurt tied in this position. He quickly released him and Kurt slid to the floor. Blaine wrapped his arms around him and they instantly fell asleep.

After three days and several long, hot baths, they explored the woods around the house. They discovered a small lake which led to their first time having sex under water. Blaine decided they definitely needed to move to a building with a pool. Kurt discovered a new form of wall sex. Tree sex. It took some effort to convince Blaine.

"Kurt...your back finally looks good. I don't wanna destroy it again."

"Please?"

"I don't understand you. You're fanatical about your skin. Why do you love this so much?"

Kurt slid his hand down Blaine's pants and started roughly stroking him.

"Because there is nothing like being fiercely fucked by the world's biggest cock against a rough surface. The pain mixes with the intense feel of your huge cock stretching my tight ass and filling my body until..."

Kurt giggled as Blaine shoved him up against the tree and started kissing him with demand. Kurt kissed back and then stopped him.

"I brought something to enhance the experience."

Kurt enjoyed watching Blaine's eyes widen as he pulled out one of the black ropes from their collection. Blaine slowly shook his head.

"I love you so fucking much."

"Of course you do. Now, tie me to this tree and fuck me like you love me."

Kurt wasn't sure if it was the wedding, sealing their connection or both, but they finally relaxed and settled into their lives. Kurt continued to enjoy working at the design firm and was quickly earning a reputation as one of the most talented members of the team. Instead of wanting to keep him captive like the designer in Paris, this designer wanted to see him grow and do his own thing. She was very encouraging and started teaching Kurt the business side of design. "It's not just about creating beautiful clothes, honey. You must make sure your finances are in order." Kurt paid close attention and started a binder. When Blaine graduated, he would be ready.

Blaine spent the summer at the city prosecutor's office. Dan Michelson found Blaine quite intriguing. As a law student, Blaine was assigned grunt work. Filing, research, deliveries. But as the summer progressed, Dan started hearing stories from the attorneys in his office. Clever defense strategies; creative theories of certain crimes; mistakes the criminal might have made which after some investigation, turned out to be correct. Suddenly his seasoned attorneys were asking a law school student for his thoughts and advice on cases. Dan decided to take Blaine to lunch.

Blaine was quite amused as they sat outside a deli eating sandwiches. This was why he was going into private practice. He wanted to be able to afford places like Smith's. Working for the city was a joke.

"So, Blaine. Are you having a good summer with us?"

"Sure. It's been great."

"I would imagine it's not quite like Huntel, Wellington and VanSant."

Blaine smiled. "No, but few places are."

The prosecutor launched into a rousing lecture on why working for the city was an honorable and rewarding career path. Protecting the people of New York City and all that. Blaine listened politely. Yeah. Right. Not gonna happen.

"You should think about joining us when you graduate. We could use a smart young person like you."

Blaine just smiled. He would not be able to finance Kurt's design house on a city attorney's salary. Hell, he wouldn't be able to finance Kurt's wardrobe.

"So, what did you think of Mike Huntel? Did you enjoy working for him?"

"He's brilliant, and yes, I did."

Dan nodded. "Yes, Mike is brilliant. I've always admired him. His firm is a legal powerhouse of talent. Rumor has it he's pushing the other two partners out."

Dan looked at Blaine expectantly as if he were waiting for him to confirm this information. Blaine simply stared at him and shrugged.

"I wonder why?"

Blaine said nothing.

Summer soon turned to fall and Blaine was back in school. This time Kurt didn't mind. They were both busy. They left together every morning and Kurt did his best to beat Blaine home every night. With one year already under his belt, Blaine was more relaxed and less stressed. He still studied like crazy and drove his study group like a dictator, but he hung out with Kurt more during the week and they spent every weekend with friends. The couples within their social circle took turns hosting Saturday night dinner before they all went to see a play, a Broadway show or out dancing. Kent and Lake moved in together and Kent gave Lake permission to completely redo his apartment. Kurt served as Lake's second opinion and his relationship mentor.

"I just don't wanna fuck this up, Kurt. I'm really good at fucking things up. Actually...I'm really good at fucking. Well...getting fucked. Which, by the way, Kent is a master at. Who knew the quiet boys were such beasts in the bedroom?"

Kurt stood crimson and mortified in front of the smirking salesclerk who was showing them curtain samples.

"Lake?"

"Yes?"

"Don't talk for the rest of the day."

Lake laughed. "Oh, sweet, innocent, Kurt. As if Blaine's not fucking you in half every night."

Kurt walked out of the store.

Warren and Tyler were trying to figure out their next move. Or more accurately, who was going to move.

Once the school year ended Tyler practically moved to New York City. He'd spent the entire summer with Warren. By mid-September, their separation was almost unbearable. Weekends were no longer enough. One of them had to move, and more and more it was looking like it would be Warren.

His job was turning into a homophobic nightmare.

Warren had received a much deserved promotion that changed who he reported to. Carl Harlan was a big, boisterous man who fed off the talent and fear of those under him. While Warren had never hid being gay, he didn't broadcast it either. His co-workers suspected it, but no one asked and Warren didn't volunteer. Carl Harlan didn't like gays. He had a chip on his shoulder from architecture school. He'd always felt that the professors favored the gay students and that there was an unspoken belief that gay men made better design architects than straight men. He believed it was being straight that had kept him from making the Dean's list and getting recommendations for top internships. Not his lackluster talent.

When Carl heard the rumor about Warren, he zeroed in on him. He wanted to know if it was true. It started with rather innocent remarks and questions about plans for the weekend that escalated into a strange conversation about a niece who was coming to town and would Warren like to show her around.

"You're younger than me. I'd have no idea where to take her. I don't keep up on the cool new nightclubs and all that."

"This is New York City. Anywhere you take her will be fine."

"I'm sure she'd have more fun with you and your girlfriend."

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh?"

"No."

"Well...if you're single, maybe you'd like to take her on a real date. I think she's about your age."

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm gay. I have a boyfriend, alright? Now, I really need to get back to this if I'm going to be finished on time."

Carl smirked and left Warren's cube.

Shit.

The change was immediate. Warren was left off of important emails and meeting notices. Carl scrutinized his work, hoping to find flaws, but never found anything which just fueled his dislike. Warren dealt with it. His co-workers sensed what was going on, but they liked Warren more than Carl. They made sure emails and meeting notices were forwarded to him, and encouraged him to go to the human resources manager, but Warren refused. Instead he showed up early, stayed late and worked hard. He was willing to deal until Carl started pulling him off of plum assignments. Warren was still new to the architectural and lighting world. In order to build his professional portfolio, he needed strong projects to showcase his talent and to gain valuable experience. When he complained to Carl about his assignments, Carl made it clear how he felt.

"I know all you gays think you're the only ones with talent, but straight guys deserve opportunities as well. I'm just making sure the playing field remains level. Now, take your queer ass back to your cube and do the work you've been assigned."

During a weekend visit from Tyler, Warren shared his situation with Kurt and Blaine as they lounged around the loft.

"So, I think I'm gonna quit. I can find a job in D.C., and then I'll be with Tyler." Tyler smiled and snuggled closer to Warren. Yes. That would be wonderful. He needed Warren in bed with him every night.

"You can't quit!"

Everyone looked at Blaine in surprise.

"You need to sue! Sue the bastard for discrimination based on sexual orientation!"

Kurt smiled. Finally Blaine has a chance to get rid of Warren...and he doesn't want to.

"I know, Blaine, but honestly, I don't want to. Not so early in my career. I'd rather leave. We've been talking about one of us moving anyway. Might as well be me."

"So, you're just gonna run and let the next poor, unsuspecting gay guy walk into a bad situation."

"I'll tell them why I'm leaving. I'll make sure HR knows what he's been up to."

Blaine grumbled. "You should sue. I could get HWV to represent you."

Kurt ran his nails up and down Blaine's back as he watched Warren and Tyler snuggling and whispering to each other. Warren started sucking Tyler's neck and then started tickling him. Tyler was giggling and squealing like a six year old. Kurt sighed. He would miss Warren, but he definitely belonged in D.C.

In November, Kurt and Blaine traveled to Ohio for the wedding of Joel and Elaine. It was a small, simple ceremony at the Westerville Country Club with just close friends and family. It was the first time Kurt met Blaine's seven cousins. Kurt couldn't understand why Blaine had no relationship with cousins who grew up 15 minutes away from him.

"I just don't get it. Especially with your being an only child. Seems like they would have been your playmates."

"Kerri, Ken and I did play together when we were little, but once I came out I think my uncle didn't want me around. My mom used to go over there all the time, but I stayed home. Besides, their house was a freaking zoo. It was always loud and noisy. Kids, dogs and cats. It was too much chaos for me."

Neither of them had any interest in hanging around Westerville so they planned to leave Sunday. Before heading to the airport, they stopped for breakfast. They chatted about their upcoming week and what they would serve for dinner on Saturday. At one point, Blaine reached across the table and took Kurt's hand in his and kissed it softly.

James Anderson sat a few booths away with his new wife, watching his son. He hadn't seen Blaine in almost seven years. His son was a man now and so was his gay lover. Amazing that the Kurt kid was still with him. And still alive.

Lydia looked at him, curiously. "Are you going to say hello?"

"No."

"But...James...he's your son. Didn't Elaine say he got married? Have you ever met his husband?"

James looked at Lydia and smiled. Lydia was so sweet. She wasn't as beautiful as Elaine, but she was kind and a wonderful wife and mother. She had done a great job raising her son Pete, and her daughter Kate after losing her husband. James had been lucky to meet her. She was better than he deserved.

"I have no interest in meeting my son's...whatever. The entire thing is ridiculous and disgusting."

Lydia didn't say anything else. While she shared her husband's conservative beliefs, she still thought it was a shame that he had no relationship with his only child.

James watched Blaine and Kurt leave holding hands.

It was a shame that Anderson money was supporting his son's sinful lifestyle.

Perhaps he'd make a phone call on Monday.

As planned, Kurt and Blaine spent Christmas together in New York. The designer shut down the office for the final two weeks in December so everyone could enjoy the holidays. Kurt and Blaine enjoyed the wonders of the city at Christmas. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center, The Rockettes Christmas Spectacular and the New York City Gay Men's Chorus Holiday show. There were holiday parties and get togethers and sex.

Lots of sex.

Some sweet, gentle and loving.

Some rough, punishing and loving.

Always perfect.

They rang in the New Year alone in the loft, laying on their sides with their foreheads pressed together, fingers laced. Their kisses tasted even sweeter than usual from the champagne and cupcakes they enjoyed for dinner.

"I'm starting a health diet tomorrow. My eating habits have been horrible this month."

Blaine smiled. "You are beautiful with your clothes on and stunningly gorgeous naked. You don't need to diet."

"You won't think that if I get fat."

"I will always think you are beautiful because you are. Inside and out."

Kurt smiled. Blaine could always make him feel absolutely perfect.

The letter arrived in April.

Kurt and Blaine were in the middle of a break from their usual busyness. For Kurt, the summer clothing line had been successfully launched, so things were quiet as the design team began thinking about the fall. Blaine was preparing to focus on final exams and then summer school. He would graduate in December and start part-time at HWV in January. His days would be split between studying for the Bar exam in June and learning the administrative side of the firm.

On Thursday Blaine arrived home a bit earlier than usual. He smiled as he watched Kurt chopping vegetables for a salad. They had been eating a lot of salad lately.

He kissed Kurt and slid his hand down to rest on Kurt's ass. He frowned at the radishes.

"Meat, Kurt. Where is the meat?"

"Relax. I'm gonna grill fish."

"Fish is not meat." Blaine went to the refrigerator and pulled out a plate of porkchops.

"Cook these."

Kurt gave him his signature bitch look. "If you don't get out of this kitchen."

Blaine slid the porkchops back into the refrigerator and turned to Kurt. "What will happen if I don't get out of the kitchen?"

"I will turn up the heat." Kurt slid his hand between Blaine's legs and rubbed his palm over his dick. Blaine moaned and pushed Kurt against the refrigerator, quickly pinning his hands above his head. He started sucking on Kurt's neck.

"It's never too hot for me in the kitchen."

Kurt gently pushed him away. "You're gonna make me burn dinner."

"You started it."

Blaine walked into the living room and looked through the mail. A letter with a Westerville return address immediately caught his eye.

Dear Mr. Anderson:

A recent review of our files uncovered an issue with the listed beneficiary for your portion of the Anderson Family Trust. The individual listed below does not meet beneficiary requirements per rules of the trust. Please contact us to name a different beneficiary.

Kurt Elizabeth Hummel – Ineligible

What the fuck?

Blaine called Kent.

"I was just about to call you. I was copied on the letter. I just got off the phone with the trust administrator."

"What the hell does this mean? What rules of the trust?"

"Are you out to your family?"

"Of course. I've been out since I was 14."

"That might explain it. Six years ago the trust went through a review. It's a type of audit designed to make sure the trust is in good financial standing and it's an opportunity for the trust administrator to make changes. Your father requested a change. Only spouses and children are allowed to be listed as beneficiaries."

"Kurt is my husband. My spouse. What's the problem?"

"The trust was drawn up in Ohio and Ohio doesn't recognize gay marriage. Kurt's not eligible to be listed as a beneficiary."

Six years ago.

His father changed the trust after Blaine met Kurt.

That fucker. Blaine would torture him for days and then kill him very, very slowly. He'd take a week to kill him.

"Listen, I already thought of a solution. I suggest you make your mom the beneficiary and she can give the money to Kurt if something happens to you. We should be able to make the argument that your mom be accepted as a beneficiary since you have no children."

"I shouldn't have to do that."

"I agree, but it's the easiest way. You could go to court, but frankly, the law is not on your side. You could also fight to get the trust rule changed, but it would be timely, costly and very difficult since the rule isn't that uncommon or out of the ordinary.

"Let me think about it."

Blaine told Kurt what was going on.

"Let it go."

"What?"

"Let it go. Forget the money. Don't fight it. Let him have it."

Blaine looked as though he might choke.

"Kurt...that's a lot of money. Anderson money. And I'm an Anderson. That asshole didn't even earn the money! My grandfather and great-great grandfather earned that money. All my dad has done all these years is fight with the trustee to try and get his hands on it for his campaigns. Fortunately he couldn't touch it, so it's still there."

"Do you really want to get into a court fight? You're still in school. We live in New York. Just let it go."

"No. What's mine is yours. If something happens to me I want you to be taken care of. I don't want you to have to worry about money."

Kurt didn't say anything. Blaine looked at him.

"Kurt?"

Kurt remained silent.

Blaine stared at him and realized what he was thinking.

"No! No, Kurt. I used to want that, but not anymore. I'm not gonna be that selfish."

Kurt said nothing. Blaine grabbed his hands.

"If something ever happens to me, you must promise me that you will live. I want you to live, Kurt. I want you to...design and live your life and..." He couldn't say, find someone else. He would never want anyone else to touch his Kurt, but... he still didn't want him to die.

Kurt blinked back tears. "It would be selfish of you to leave me here. What exactly do you think I would do? Go find another man? I've been trained for one man and one man only. There will never be another for me. Never. I belong to you and I belong with you. Always."

Blaine sat down heavily on the couch and put his face into his hands.

Shit.

Why couldn't anything be easy? He felt completely torn in two. Part of him wanted Kurt to follow him to the grave, but another part of him wanted Kurt to live a full life.

Kurt kneeled in front of him. "Listen to me. You're not going to die. At least not anytime soon, so let's not worry about this."

Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes. Such beautiful blue-gray eyes, so full of love, submission and...devotion. Kurt had devoted his life to Blaine.

The least he could do was preserve that life in case he fucked up.

Blaine reached out and pressed his hand against Kurt's chest. Kurt gasped as the master control took over. His eyes fluttered closed then open as his will left him and his entire being submitted to Blaine.

"Kurt...if I die...I command you to live out your life. You will not attempt to follow me into death. I command you to live a full life until you die of natural causes. You will not commit suicide or stop taking care of yourself. You will live."

"Yes master."

Blaine knew there was one more thing he should do, but he just couldn't. He would chat with the darkness later.

He released Kurt. Kurt blinked several times before focusing on Blaine. He thought for a moment.

"Blaine..."

"It's done and you will obey me."

Kurt slowly nodded. "Yes, I will."

XXX

Around 3 am, Blaine slipped out of bed and stood by the window, looking out into the night. The darkness spoke immediately.

You love him too much.

"He loves me too much."

As he should. He's your slave.

"You know what I want."

Yes. Your weakness is astounding.

"Just promise me."

It is promised.

"Say it."

Upon your death, before I follow you, I shall release him from his enslavement. It will free his mind to seek another.

Blaine felt like vomiting.

If it makes you ill, why do it?

"If I die, I don't want him to be alone for the rest of his life. If I'm going to force him to live, I want him to be happy. Maybe he'll meet someone..." Blaine's eyes turned a deep black and a sick taste invaded his mouth.

"Enough. I have your promise. That's all I wanted. I'm done thinking about this."

Agreed.

Wednesday afternoon, Kurt and Blaine went to see Janice Cooper, the firm's head estate attorney. Blaine had sent Janice a copy of the letter and the documents regarding the Anderson Family trust. Mike had instructed Janice to review everything and give her advice.

She basically agreed with Kent and told him to name his mother. She was 90% sure the trust would allow it.

Blaine was undaunted. "But I could go to court, right? I could sue for the right to name whoever I want."

Janice glanced at Mike before answering.

"Well...yes...but it would be tough. Like I said, the rule is not that out of the ordinary. It's actually pretty common. We would have a hard time convincing a judge to force the trust to change the rule, regardless of your father's true motives. Of course...I bet a few gay marriage advocacy groups would come on board. You could re-ignite the gay marriage battle in Ohio.

Blaine's eyes lit up.

Kurt's chest tightened. "No."

Blaine looked at him. "What?"

"No, Blaine. I'm sorry, but I don't wanna do this. I know it's a fight that needs to be fought, but not by us. Not right now. We've already been through so much. I just want us to live a calm life for awhile. I'm sorry."

"What about the money?"

"I don't care about the money. Leave it to your mother or just let it go. We don't need it. Let it go, Blaine. Just let it go."

Blaine sighed and leaned over to kiss Kurt. "Okay beautiful. I'll figure out something else."

Mike tensed. What would be Blaine's something else?

The next day, Blaine called his father for the first time in almost seven years.

"James Anderson's office. Peggy speaking."

"Is he in?"

"May I ask whose calling?"

"His son."

"Oh! Hi Pete. I didn't recognize your voice. I'll put you right through."

Blaine wasn't sure why, but that stung like hell.

"Hey Pete. What's going on buddy?"

"Why are you fucking with me and Kurt?"

James was quiet for a moment, thrown off.

"What do you want?"

"I wanna leave my money to whomever I choose."

"I will not allow you to leave Anderson money to a sexual deviant who plays slave games with you. I'm surprised he's still alive."

"I'm warning you. Do not fuck with me."

"No, Blaine. Don't you fuck with me. You start shit with me and I will cut you off. Do you hear me? I will cut you off and cut you out completely. I will disown your evil, queer ass and make sure you and your fuck buddy don't get shit."

"I have every right to that money! I'm an Anderson! More of an Anderson than you've ever been!"

"You're not an Anderson! You're an evil freak! A dirty little son of satan! Hell, Kurt won't live long enough to claim anything. He'll be dead before he's 30. That's what evil does. It kills the innocent and then gets eaten alive by its own sick, dark, depravity. It's only a matter of time. So, you wanna fuck with me? Bring it, you evil bastard. I'm not scared of you anymore! You fuck with me and I'll turn you in. I'll turn you in for murdering Phil. There's no statue of limitations on murder."

"You can't prove shit."

"I don't have to. The investigation and scandal alone will ruin you. Better yet, I've had a lot of time to think about that day. Where exactly was Kurt when the fire started? Does he have an alibi? Maybe he killed Phil as part of some sick gay love triangle."

Kurt.

James had just gone too far.

Blaine's voice was very dark and very quiet.

"If you fuck with me or Kurt, I will murder Lydia."

The color drained from James's face.

"W-what?

"You heard me. I'll murder her. I will kill her slowly and painfully. What the fuck do I care? I'm evil, remember? I don't know her and I don't give a shit about her. I'll do it just to fuck you up. And you know I will, don't you? I'm perfectly capable of murder. Right dad?"

James was shaking. "Lydia has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me."

"Kurt has nothing to do with this either."

James looked at the photo of his lovely new family.

"Fine. You can list Kurt as your beneficiary."

"Not good enough."

"What?"

"I want my money."

"What?"

"I want my money. Dissolve the trust and give me my money. Now."

"W-what? Wait...I...I can't do that! The estate taxes will be outrageous!"

"Fine. Leave the trust in tact and give me what I would get if the trust were dissolved today."

"What?"

"Send me a check for my portion of the trust. Pay it out of your personal accounts."

"Are you crazy? Do you know how much money that is?"

"No, I'm not crazy. Just evil. I'll expect a check in one month. That should give you time to liquidate for cash."

"I'm not sending you shit!"

"Fine. I suggest you don't let Lydia out of your sight."

Blaine hung up.

The darkness was swirling and boiling.

No one threatened Kurt. No one.

Blaine staggered backwards into the wall. His mind was racing and spinning.

Murder. Yummy, yummy murder.

No. He wouldn't kill an innocent woman.

Would he?

That's what evil does. It kills the innocent and then gets eaten alive by its own sick, dark, depravity.

Blaine grabbed the sides of his head. No. No. No. He wasn't evil. He wouldn't really kill Lydia. He just needed to scare his father. Right? And he wouldn't kill Kurt. He wouldn't. He'd already proven he wouldn't.

"You're not an Anderson. You're an evil freak. A dirty little son of satan."

A dirty little son of satan.

A son of satan.

Satan's son.

Blaine pressed his hands flat against the wall and screamed.

Kurt calmly put his pen down and stood up. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to excuse me. I'm not feeling well. I need to go home."

He didn't wait for anyone to respond. He walked out the conference room, stopped at his desk to grab his bag and walked out of the building.

I'm coming. Just stay in the loft.

Blaine was standing in the kitchen, gripping the counter. The darkness was boiling and racing through his body, but...there was a sadness in the air. A desperate, fearful sadness.

Kurt immediately wrapped his arms around him and stared into his eyes. They were dark but not black.

"Kurt...I'm not evil, am I?"

Shit. Who had Blaine been talking to? His voice had an air of desperation and his eyes were sad. Kurt shook his head.

"No, master. You're not evil."

Blaine looked lost and confused. "But, I do evil things, Kurt. I think evil thoughts. I like the way it feels to torture and hurt..." His voice trailed off.

Kurt stepped back and slowly began removing his clothes.

"You are not evil, Blaine. You are dark and powerful, but not evil."

Blaine ran his eyes over Kurt's naked body. No, he wasn't evil. He couldn't be. Evil didn't get to own something so beautiful.

Once he was naked, Kurt slowly undressed Blaine. As he removed his clothes, he kissed along his body and whispered sweet words of love to him. Once they were both naked, Kurt pulled Blaine to the bed and down on top of him. He stared into Blaine's eyes. They were dark and filled with a desperation that made Kurt's heart ache. Who had been screwing with Blaine's mind? Kurt pressed his hand to the back of Blaine's head, grabbing at the curls and pulled Blaine's mouth to his. Blaine hungrily devoured Kurt's lips and tongue, drinking him in; desperately trying to communicate how badly he needed him. Kurt spread his legs wide.

"Calm your hell, Blaine."

Blaine slowly sunk himself inside the hot, tight safety of Kurt's ass. He allowed the powerful sensation of sliding into heaven to calm his mind. His movements were smooth and slow. Kurt whimpered quietly underneath him and arched his hips to meet Blaine's thrusts. They stayed like this for a long time. Just slow, smooth, thrusts filled with soothing love and gentleness. Kurt held Blaine tightly and cried from the beautiful, warm feelings buzzing within him. He hoped Blaine could feel the warmth their love-making created. A heavenly feeling to calm the hell raging inside him.

Blaine came with a quiet, shuddering moan. As he softened, he slid out and settled his body on to Kurt, pressing hard against him. He didn't want to leave the warm safety of heaven. Kurt locked him on top of him by tightly wrapping his legs and arms around Blaine's body. He could feel Blaine relax further and melt into his hold. They fell asleep.

When Kurt woke up two hours later, he realized Blaine had missed his afternoon classes. First time ever.

He tried to shift his body, but Blaine instinctively pressed firmly into him and tightened his legs. Kurt was trapped. He sighed and began playing with Blaine's curls. He twisted them around his fingers and pulled at them gently. As Blaine slowly stirred, Kurt flicked out his tongue and licked Blaine's ear. Blaine moaned and opened his eyes. He pushed himself up on to his hands and looked thoughtful. Kurt waited. Blaine groaned.

"Shit. What time is it?"

"You don't wanna know."

Blaine glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned again. He looked at Kurt.

"I made you miss work."

"Totally worth it, but...what happened?"

Blaine tensed and his eyes darkened as he remembered his conversation with his father. Kurt felt the mood shift and began running his nails up and down Blaine's back. He regretted asking as he watched the sadness return to Blaine's eyes, but this time there were traces of defiance.

"I talked to my father this morning about the trust."

Kurt nodded. Of course. Daddy issues.

Blaine rolled off of Kurt and turned on his side to face him. Kurt controlled his facial expressions as Blaine told him about the conversation.

"But, you weren't serious. You wouldn't really kill Lydia. It was just a threat, right?"

Blaine said nothing.

Kurt's eyes widened. "Blaine?"

Blaine's eyes turned black. "If he tries to hurt you..."

"No, Blaine. No. She has nothing to do with this. She's an innocent bystander."

Innocent.

That's what evil does. It kills the innocent...

"See, Kurt. I am evil."

Kurt sat up. "No! No you aren't! You can choose not to be evil. Don't let your father screw around with your head, Blaine. You are not evil. You're not."

Blaine didn't look convinced.

"You endured pain to seal our connection because you didn't want the ability to be evil towards me. You forbade me from following you into death if you die first. That was a selfless act. You are not evil, Blaine."

"I'm not evil towards you because I love you. Everyone else is fair game. Especially my father."

"But not Lydia. She has nothing to do with this."

"She's an extension of him."

"And I'm an extension of you. See how that works. Leave her out of it."

Blaine mulled this over. His face suddenly brightened.

"It won't come to that. He'll send the money."

"And if he doesn't?"

"He will. He's a chicken shit. He'll send it."

"But if he doesn't?"

Blaine thought for a moment. "I'll kill him. Him. Not her."

Kurt wasn't sure if this was progress or not.

They sat in silence while Kurt stared at Blaine who was staring at the ceiling.

Was Blaine evil?

Kurt didn't think so. Yes, Blaine could do evil things. Very, very evil things. But couldn't everybody? His capability was just heightened due to the darkness. The darkness was what made Blaine's evil dangerous.

And Kurt necessary.

Heaven calms the hell.

A month later, Blaine received a very large bank deposit from his father followed two days later by a phone call from his mother. She was crying but she tried to keep the tears out of her voice.

"Have you talked to your father recently?"

"Yeah. A few weeks ago." Shit. Had his father told her about the extortion? He really didn't want his mother to know.

"Darling, your father called me today to let me know that he was...he's...he's disowning you. He's disowning you and legally adopting Pete."

Of course. It made sense. His father had paid Blaine off and out of his life and the trust was still in tact. Now he could leave the money to his new son.

"It's okay, mom. I really don't care."

"But what about the trust?"

"It's okay. I don't need the money." If his father hadn't told her, he sure as hell wasn't.

"I'm so sorry, Blaine. I always hoped that one day..." she trailed off and wiped away her tears. She and James had remained cordial throughout the years, but having him disown their son made her feel like he was erasing their 20 plus years of marriage. Blaine was the best thing to come from their union and James was officially throwing it away. It felt like getting divorced all over again.

"Mom, it's okay. Really. It's for the best. Things were never going to be like they were when I was little. We haven't had a relationship for years."

"I know. I just always hoped things might change."

"Things have changed. For the better."

That night, Kurt and Blaine went to Mike's for dinner. After dinner, Kurt disappeared to Samantha's room while Mike and Blaine sat in the family room talking.

Mike had spent the past month wondering what Blaine had decided to do about the trust, but he hadn't asked. Their relationship was growing stronger everyday, but Mike allowed Blaine to set the pace. He would only intrude as far as Blaine allowed him.

Mike's heart ached as Blaine told him about the conversation with his father, the threats and the disowning. It was the first time Mike ever saw vulnerability and traces of pain in Blaine's eyes. He felt honored that Blaine would share this emotion with him. They sat in silence as Blaine stared off into space and Mike stared at Blaine. Mike finally stood up slowly from his armchair and sat next to Blaine on the couch. He gently placed his hand on Blaine's shoulder.

"Fuck him, Blaine. You don't need a man like that in your life. He wasn't your father. He was your biological supplier. That's it." Mike paused and took a deep breath.

"I love you, Blaine and I consider you my son. You are my perfect son. And not because you're dark or because you're going to be an attorney. It's because you are simply...Blaine."

Blaine stared at him. How could Mike think he's perfect?

"You don't think I'm evil for threatening to kill my father's wife?"

"What you threatened was very evil, but I don't think you're evil. I think you live with a very dark, powerful force within you that pushes you to think a certain way and do certain things. But, I also think you are man enough and strong enough to control that force and to make the right decisions. And when you are not strong enough, you have Kurt."

Blaine nodded. Yes, Kurt. His heaven.

"I told you before. I don't think you're evil, Blaine. I think you are dark and sometimes dangerous, but not evil."

"Seems like strange traits to want in a son."

Mike smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."