We can spend some time together
What he had he'll never know
Your boyfriend gives you no respect
And I can see your getting it
So figure it out and let's go

-Figure it Out by Maroon 5-

Power recognizes power.

Game recognizes game.

Blaine recognized all the game Jace was throwing his way.

And he was enjoying it.

Blaine smiled as his cell phone buzzed with his morning text message.

Good morning, handsome. I hope you kick legal ass today :-)

Around 11:00 am.

What R U doing 4 lunch? Wanna meet?

About 4:00 pm.

What would U like 4 dinner 2night?

Some mornings, Jace would be waiting for Blaine when he came out of his building, coffee in hand. They would take the subway in together. Several times a week, they met for lunch during the day and for dinner in the evening.

Jace was doing to Blaine, what Blaine had done to Kurt.

Seduction.

Blaine was amused. This was nice. It felt a little different and strange to be on the receiving end, but it was nice. No wonder Kurt had fallen for him.

Jace introduced Blaine to the secret world of New York City's powerful and wealthy gay elite. It was an underground social circle of gay men who held top positions in corporations, government and Wall Street. Some were out, some were not. They socialized and partied hard in their own private clubs and condos. Through Jace, Blaine met investment bankers, hedge fund managers and business executives. Blaine was instantly accepted into this tight social circle. After all, he was young, smart, charming and fine as hell. Everyone wanted to date him, or at least sleep with him. Jace made it clear that Blaine was off limits, and not because he was engaged to Kurt. Blaine was amused by Jace's protectiveness. And, slightly turned on.

Blaine did not tell Kurt about Jace. After all, he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just hanging with a friend. Networking and making powerful connections that would help both of them in the future.

Sure.

Right.

A friend who made his dick hard every time they were together. A friend whose scent drove him crazy. A friend he day dreamed about screwing when he wasn't daydreaming about Kurt.

Blaine convinced himself he was safe from cheating on Kurt for several reasons. First, Jace was a master like him. They couldn't have sex. Who would bottom? Blaine sure as hell wouldn't and he didn't think Jace would either. Blaine had done it once for Kurt, before claiming him. It would never happen again. Jace fucking him was out of the question. Second, Blaine didn't want the darkness to punish him. He wasn't sure he bought Jace's theory that he could cheat on Kurt with no consequences. Third, the dreams of Jace fucking him, had stopped. For the first time in years, Blaine was sleeping through the night. He decided the dream had simply been his subconscious, searching for Jace. Now that he had found him, no need to dream about him. He didn't linger on why the dream was of Jace fucking him. They had stopped and he was glad. The end.

But, his attraction to Jace remained. It grew stronger everyday, as his need to have sex increased. It was starting to suffocate him, but he was determined to remain faithful to Kurt. He had to.

Didn't he?

On Wednesday afternoon, Blaine was sitting at his desk, typing furiously. More background research for one of the attorneys. Mike was back from vacation, but had not been to see him. Blaine hoped he would visit soon. He was eager to test his power again. His cell phone rang. Blaine looked at the screen and smiled.

"Hey Tyler! What's up?"

Tyler sighed. Even after all these years, Blaine's voice could still affect him.

"Hi Blaine! How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

Tyler and Blaine managed to stay in touch throughout college. Tyler had majored in elementary education at American University in D.C. and would start teaching first grade in the fall. All of Tyler's friends thought it was the perfect career for him. After all, Tyler was a big, overgrown child. He would relate very well to children. Tyler's parents weren't impressed with his career choice, but grudgingly accepted it.

"I am calling to invite you to a party."

"You and Mark are having a party?"

Tyler was quiet. "Um...actually...Mark and I are no longer together."

Blaine was shocked. "What? Since when?"

"Since April. Last fall, Mark left the Washington Post and moved to CNN. Apparently he fell for his on-air producer. Some guy named Matt. They started sneaking around in January and Mark came clean in April. He was trying to wait until I graduated, but I started getting suspicious. I was really hurt, but we parted as friends. I'll always be grateful to him. Who knows what would have happened to me in college if I wasn't with Mark. I'd probably have AIDS by now. Or be dead."

Blaine couldn't dispute that. Tyler had a bad habit of sleeping with guys within five minutes of meeting them. Mark had been Tyler's first real boyfriend and was 4 years older. He had loved Tyler and taken good care of him. Thank God their relationship lasted throughout most of Tyler's college career.

"So, where is this party?"

"It's in the Hamptons. My new...friend is having it. He owns a house there. I told him I wanted to invite you."

Blaine was concerned. "Whose this new friend, Tyler?"

Blaine could feel Tyler's smile through the phone. "His name is Craig Thompson and he's an attorney, like you! Well, like you will be. He's really nice and very cute."

"He's already an attorney? How old is this guy?"

"Promise you won't yell at me?"

Oh, shit. "I promise."

"He's 30."

Blaine calculated in his head. He and Tyler were born the same year. Tyler was already 22. Blaine would be 22 in August.

"8 years, Tyler? I guess it doesn't matter, but that is a bit of a gap."

"I know, but he likes guys who are younger than him and I think I need someone older to deal with me. I'd drive a guy my age, crazy. Older guys are more patient."

Blaine decided he had a point.

"And guess what, Blaine?"

"What?"

"You are going to be so proud of me."

"What?"

"We've been dating since May and I haven't slept with him!" Tyler started giggling like a six year old.

Blaine laughed. "I am proud of you!"

"It's been hard, but I'm determined to wait. At least for a little while longer. He will be my first since Mark, so I want to make sure it's right."

"Good for you, Tyler."

"So, will you come?"

"Sure." Blaine thought for a moment. "Can I bring a friend?"

"Isn't Kurt still in Paris?"

"Yes. This is someone else. Just a friend of mine."

"Okay."

After getting the details, Blaine called Jace.

"Wanna go to the Hamptons this weekend?"

"Funny. I was going to ask you the same thing."

"Really?"

"Yes. My family owns a house there."

Figures.

"A friend of mine is having a party. Wanna go with me?"

"I'd go anywhere with you, Blaine. Anywhere."

Friday evening, Blaine walked down the steps of his building and stopped dead in his tracks.

Damn.

Jace was leaning against a Cayman S Black Edition Porsche. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was spiky. He looked sexy as hell. And then of course, there was the car. Blaine liked expensive, fast cars.

"This is yours?"

"Yes."

"Only 500 were made."

"I know."

Blaine walked over and ran his hand along the hood. "I know driving in New York City is a bitch, but if I had a car like this, I would drive it everyday."

Jace smiled. "You're welcome to borrow it anytime."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely. I'll give you the code to the garage and a set of keys. I really rarely drive it."

Blaine stood there, thinking about Jace's offer. He looked at him. Maybe he shouldn't go away with him this weekend. This friendship was growing more dangerous by the minute. Blaine knew that if he thought Jace would let him top, he would have fucked him by now and just taken his chances on the darkness punishing him. He wanted Jace that bad. And Kurt would never know.

"Come on, let's hit the road."

Blaine hesitated and then climbed in the car.

As they rode along Blaine stared at Jace. He wanted to fuck his brains out. Did Jace want him? He sure acted like it. But, Jace needed a slave. Why was he wasting time trying to seduce Blaine?

"What do you want from me?"

Jace glanced at him. "What?"

"What do you want from me? You need a slave and I am definitely not a candidate. You can't fuck me so...why are you trying to seduce me?"

"What makes you think I can't fuck you?"

Blaine's eyes turned a shade deeper. "I don't bottom."

"Neither do I."

"So, what are you trying to do?"

"Why do I have to be trying to do something? I like you Blaine. Can't I just like having you around? It's nice to be with someone like me. Someone who has the same interests as me. Someone to do things with."

Blaine looked out the window. "Yeah, right."

Jace glanced over at Blaine and then back at the road, an amused smile on his face.

So, Blaine thinks I can't fuck him...

The Harrington's Hampton house was impressive. It sat on several acres and included an outdoor and indoor pool and tennis courts. There were 5 bedrooms, each with their own full bath. The formal dining room held one of the largest tables Blaine had ever seen. The kitchen was state of the art. Blaine stood in the kitchen and thought of Kurt. Kurt would love a kitchen like this. One day, Blaine would make sure he had one.

Jace showed Blaine to his room. "Mine is down the hall. Just yell or knock if you need anything."

"Okay. Thanks."

Blaine undressed, took a shower and threw on a pair of boxers. He was combing his hair when Jace knocked.

"Come in."

Shit.

Jace had on a pair of tight navy briefs. Nothing else. Blaine leaned on the dresser to steady himself as his erection invaded his boxers. He prayed Jace didn't notice.

Jace stared right at Blaine's crotch and smiled. "I just came to say goodnight. Do you need anything?" He slowly licked his lips and looked directly into Blaine's eyes.

"No. I'm good. Goodnight."

Jace walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Goodnight handsome."

Once he was gone, Blaine collapsed on the bed.

He jerked off twice. Once to thoughts of Jace and once to thoughts of Kurt.

X-X-X-X-X

Saturday morning, Jace started talking smack about his tennis game versus Blaine's. Blaine rolled his eyes.

"If I had my racquet, not only would I beat your ass on the court, I would then beat you with the racquet for all the shit you're talking."

"Excuses, excuses. I have plenty of racquets here. A real player can play the game, any time, any place."

Blaine's eye color deepened. "Is that a challenge? Game on."

Two masters trying to annihilate each other.

Their play was fierce, powerful and ruthless. Blaine was pleased to find that his body was up to the challenge. For almost 45 minutes straight, neither of them missed a return. They ran, lunged and grunted, hitting the poor tennis ball with incredible force. Finally, Jace caught the ball as it fell apart and called it a tie.

"No! I win!" screamed Blaine. "You quit!"

"I did not quit! We could do this for hours!"

"Then let's do it!"

"Don't you have a party this evening?"

"I can play all day and party all night."

By now, Jace was standing right in front of him. They were both covered in sweat, their clothes clinging to their wet bodies. Their breathing was heavy. Jace leaned over and caressed the wet curls on Blaine's forehead.

"You're hot as hell, handsome."

Blaine's eyes fluttered closed then open. Yes. Hell was an accurate description of his current state.

It was about to get hotter.

They went inside to shower. As Blaine stood under the water, he heard the bathroom door open. Jace walked in wearing nothing but a towel. Blaine stared at him.

Please don't drop the towel.

Please don't drop the towel.

Please don't drop...

Fuck.

Jace stepped inside the shower and took the washcloth and soap from Blaine. He looked into Blaine's eyes and very slowly started to wash Blaine's neck, right under his chin. He worked his way down his chest, across and down one arm and then the other, massaging in slow circles. He washed his stomach and then fell to his knees. He did not touch his dick. Instead, he slowly washed each of Blaine legs, working down the front and then up the back. He stood behind him and scrubbed his back, up to his neck. He rinsed the washcloth and squeezed water all over Blaine to wash off the soap. Blaine remained frozen the entire time, his eyes closed. He was barely breathing. Once all the soap was gone, Jace stepped out of the shower.

"I'll leave you to...finish." He turned and walked out.

Blaine fell forward, leaning his hands against the shower wall. He didn't touch himself.

He came. Hard.

Once they were dressed, they went into town for lunch. Jace didn't mention the shower and neither did Blaine. After lunch, they walked along the crowded streets, looking in stores. Blaine walked into a jewelry store. He wanted to buy something for Kurt. He told himself it wasn't out of guilt for the shower. Just something for his fiancee. He was looking at a collection of bracelets when Jace appeared next to him.

"Pick one and I will buy it for you."

Blaine felt irritated. "I'm looking for something for Kurt."

"Oh."

"Also, just to let you know, I have money. I don't need you to pay for everything. I'm not your fucking slave."

Blaine stormed out of the store. He walked along hurriedly until he saw a bench. He sat down angrily.

What was his problem? Was it sexual frustration, the shower, the fact that he was mentally cheating on Kurt or the fact that Jace acted as though he wanted to enslave him? Blaine pressed his hand to his forehead, his fingers laced in his curls, eyes closed. He sat alone for a few minutes until he felt Jace sit down next to him. Damn, his scent was so fucking intoxicating.

Jace's voice was quiet. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

Blaine sighed. "What do you want from me, Jace?"

"I told you. I don't want anything. I enjoy your company."

Blaine shook his head. "I don't believe you." Blaine's eyes turned almost black. He stared into Jace's eyes and tried to trap him. He couldn't.

Now it was Jace's turn to be annoyed. "What are you doing? You can't trap me!"

"Exactly! And, you can't trap me! You can't enslave me and you can't fuck me. So, why are you trying to seduce me?"

"I didn't realize I was. I thought I was being nice to someone I like."

"That's bullshit."

"Fine Blaine. You want me to be an asshole instead? Look, I can't help the way I treat you. You're a master. You know how it is. It's instinct. It's a control thing."

"Well, stop doing it to me. I'm not your slave and I never will be."

Jace didn't say anything.

By that evening, their fight had dissolved over dinner and a nap. Blaine decided to relax and enjoy the rest of the weekend. He told himself he was safe from Jace's advances and his own dirty thoughts. Sex between the two of them would never happen because it was physically impossible. Blaine would not cheat on Kurt.

When they arrived at the party, it appeared that the entire population of the Hamptons had been invited. The place was packed with good-looking young people, both gay and straight. Blaine was starting to think they wouldn't find Tyler, when he heard him screaming his name.

"Blaine! Blaine!" Tyler ran towards him and crashed into him, sending them falling to the ground. Tyler found this hilarious and collapsed into a pile of giggles. He pushed himself up on his hands and smiled down into Blaine's eyes.

"Hi Blaine!"

"Shit Tyler! I missed you too." Tyler grinned. He scrambled off of Blaine and pulled him to his feet before throwing his arms around him again.

"Oh, Blaine! I'm so happy to see you! I've missed you and Kurt."

Blaine felt loved. Tyler would always be special to him. After all, Tyler was his first.

"Tyler, this is my friend Jace Harrington. Jace, Tyler McDonald."

"Hi."

"Hey." Tyler looked at Jace closely. Damn. He was almost as stunning as Blaine. He looked between Jace and Blaine. Was something going on? Blaine wouldn't do that to Kurt...would he? Tyler was very concerned when he heard about Kurt going to Paris for a year. He didn't understand it, but he knew Blaine and Kurt's relationship was special. He always wished he could find someone who would love him the way Blaine loved Kurt. And, fuck him the way Blaine had back in high school.

While Tyler studied Jace, Jace studied Tyler. Jace found Tyler very attractive. So tall and sexy, and his eyes were beautiful. He looked at Blaine and then back to Tyler. He looked into Tyler's eyes as Tyler looked at Blaine. Yes. At some point, Blaine had fucked this boy and fucked him well. Wonder why he isn't Blaine's slave? He would have to ask Blaine about that later.

Tyler introduced Blaine to Craig. Blaine was happy to see that Craig looked totally in love with Tyler. Tyler needed love more than anything else in the world. Without the feeling of being loved, Tyler could easily fall back into his old habits of sleeping around. Blaine hoped this guy could deliver.

After a few glasses of wine, Blaine and Jace were feeling good. Jace dragged Blaine on to the dance floor and started twirling him around. As the music slowed, Jace slid his arms around Blaine's waist and held him close. Blaine took a deep breath, inhaling Jace's scent. Now he was drunk from the wine and from the intoxicating smell of Jace. And, he was hard as a rock. Jace pulled him closer. Blaine felt Jace's erection rubbing against his. It sent electric shivers throughout his body. He closed his eyes and allowed Jace to hold him close as they swayed back and forth.

Oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.

Warren stood in the corner, fuming.

That asshole.

That evil son-of-a bitch.

Kurt should know. Kurt should know exactly what his, so called master is up to while he's away.

Warren pulled out his phone and switched to camera mode. He clicked a few photos.

"What are you doing?" asked Warren's date, Alex.

"Collecting evidence."

Hi Kurt. Look who I ran n2 at a party. I miss u.

Send.

Warren turned to Alex. "Let's go."

X-X-X-X-X

Blaine and Jace were very drunk, so they took a taxi back to Jace's. Once inside the house, they stumbled upstairs and collapsed on Blaine's bed. Blaine was lying on his side. Jace lay behind him. He snuggled closer to him until they were spooning. He wrapped his arms tightly around him and whispered in his ear.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Blaine sighed. "Mmm hmm." This felt nice. So very nice. As he drifted off to sleep, he heard his phone ringing. He was too tired and drunk to answer. Jace reached into Blaine's back pocket, took out the phone and looked at the screen. Kurt. Jace switched the phone to vibrate and laid it on the nightstand. He pulled Blaine closer to him, rubbing his erection against Blaine's ass. Blaine was out cold.

Jace whispered quietly. "I'm patient Blaine. I'm willing to wait. You're worth it. So very worth it."

Kurt stared at the photo on his phone. He had been staring at it for the past two hours. He tried calling Blaine, but there was no answer.

What was Blaine doing?

Who was this guy?

The guy in the photo looked very attractive, but something was wrong. Kurt couldn't figure it out, but the longer he stared at the photo, the more concerned he became. It wasn't just the fact that Blaine might be cheating on him. It was something else. Something about this particular guy. Kurt felt a faint stirring in his chest. He changed his phone to the main screen and closed his eyes to think.

Something was wrong. This guy was a threat.

That made absolutely no sense. How could he tell that from a cell phone photo? He must be confusing his worry about Blaine cheating with something else.

He opened his in-box and looked at the photo again. The faint stirring in his chest returned.

What was Blaine doing? Was he sleeping with this guy? Kurt felt sad, but he didn't cry. If Blaine was cheating, it was Kurt's fault. He knew how important sex was to Blaine. Without it, he would grow weak. Did Kurt really expect him to go for months without sex? Did he really think Blaine would allow himself to starve?

Kurt should have known better. After all, he was having his own struggles...

X-X-X-X-X

Earlier that same day, Kurt had watched in slight confusion, as Daveed removed items from a large basket. They were supposed to be having a picnic. Kurt had expected sandwiches. Daveed had brought pineapples, strawberries, melted chocolate, croissants and wine. Kurt groaned.

"Daveed...I'm going to gain 10 pounds from this one meal."

"Your figure is lovely Kurt. Simply divine. You look delicious. I can't wait to taste you."

"I am not going to sleep with you. I have a fiancee. I am getting married in a year."

Daveed just smiled. He knew Kurt's resolve was weakening.

And Kurt knew it too. He had recently discovered something new about his enslavement.

Before leaving New York, Kurt's enslavement to Blaine had grown incredibly strong. Once he arrived in Paris, the enslavement had ached inside him for weeks; a relentless, sad aching coupled with a longing for Blaine.

But now, the enslavement was quiet. It had been replaced with a stronger, more dangerous feeling.

Withdrawal.

Kurt's body was used to being taken on a regular basis. Whether it was gently loved or brutally fucked, Kurt's body had been trained to serve and accept whatever physical demands were made by Blaine. His body had been caressed, stroked, embraced and screwed. It was an affection drug cocktail, fed to him weekly for over five years.

And now, it had stopped.

At first, Kurt thought the intense longing and need to be touched and fucked was just his missing Blaine. But now, he realized it was so much more. This wasn't just about wanting to have sex. Kurt needed to be fucked. His body was craving it. Couldn't function without it. For five years, Blaine had screwed him almost weekly. His body was addicted to, not just the sex, but the affection. He didn't just need to feel a cock up his ass. He needed to be caressed and stroked and comforted with loving words and gentle touches. Kurt was addicted to affection. It wasn't a want. It was a need. He had been trained to serve Blaine, and he needed to serve Blaine. Because in return, Blaine gave him the affection and attention his body and mind craved. As Kurt thought it all through, he realized it was a strong, yet subtle part of the slave/master control dynamic. His being addicted to the affection, was another form of control. He would always serve Blaine, because Blaine provided his drug. He was addicted to Blaine.

Kurt was jittery, nervous and on edge. His body was always tense and he found it slightly hard to breathe. He wasn't sleeping well at night. He could never fully relax.

Except when he was with Daveed.

Kurt had stopped returning to his flat after work. Instead, he went to Daveed's and made dinner. Daveed would hug him and kiss his cheeks. He would massage Kurt's neck, shoulders and back, always moving a little lower each time. He purposely bumped into Kurt, to rub his body against his. He came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, his dick pressed against Kurt's ass. He kept his hands on Kurt, at all times, and Kurt was slowly melting underneath Daveed's soft, gentle and affectionate caress. It wasn't Blaine, but it was something. Something to provide some relief from the constant longing. The cravings. He was determined not to sleep with Daveed, or to even kiss him on the mouth. He just needed his touch to help him survive the separation.

Daveed was willing to be patient.

He knew it was only a matter of time before Kurt completely collapsed. And he would make sure he was there to break his fall. With his dick.

X-X-X-X-X

Kurt closed his phone, opened his laptop, and pulled up an airline website. Maybe he could visit Blaine a little sooner than September.

Ow. Ow. Ow.

Blaine's head was killing him.

Dammit. How much did he drink last night?

It was a few minutes before Blaine realized Jace was wrapped around him. He had a few seconds of panic until he remembered that they were both fully dressed.

He carefully untangled himself and sat up. Ow. No more wine. He went to the bathroom and then picked up his phone. Two texts from Kurt. The first was a photo of him and Jace, dancing.

I love U. Please don't sleep with this guy. Call me.

Panic flooded Blaine's brain. What the hell? He glanced at the clock. It was 10:20 am. 4:20 pm in Paris. Blaine glanced at Jace. Jace was still sound asleep. Blaine quietly left the room, went downstairs and outside. He dialed Kurt's number.

"Blaine?"

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Kurt...I didn't sleep with that guy."

"Where are you?"

"In the Hamptons. I went to a party given by Tyler and his new boyfriend. Kurt, I swear, nothing happened." Not yet, anyway.

"Blaine...are you cheating on me?"

Only in my mind. "No. I told you, I didn't sleep with him. I'm not cheating on you." Technically, nothing happened in the shower.

Kurt was quiet for a few moments. "Blaine...I know this is hard for you. My being gone, but...please Blaine...don't sleep with this guy. If you need to sleep with someone, call Lake. Just don't sleep with this guy."

What? Call Lake?

"Kurt, I'm not sleeping with anyone and I am certainly not going to call Lake. How could you suggest that?"

"Because I know how much you need sex. I know you're probably weak and...I'm not there and..." Dammit. Guilt, guilt, guilt. Guilt for leaving Blaine alone and guilt for allowing Daveed to feel him up every night.

"Blaine...who is this guy? What's his name? How did you meet him?"

"His name is Jace Harrington. I met him at the coffeehouse."

"What's he like?"

"What do you mean?"

"What's he like? Tell me about him."

"Kurt...I don't know. He's..." Blaine stopped. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't want to tell Kurt about Jace's darkness. "He's just a guy, Kurt. We're just friends. He knows a lot of important people. Powerful people. He's been introducing me to people who can help my career and yours."

Oh. So, now Kurt's career was important.

"Blaine...don't sleep with him."

"I'm not going to. I love you. I would never do that." I hope I would never do that. I'm trying my damnedest not to do that.

"I'm serious, Blaine. Don't sleep with him." And I won't sleep with Daveed.

"I won't. I promise."

They stayed on the phone in silence. Blaine's mind was racing. Who sent Kurt that picture? The only person who could have sent it was...Tyler? No way. Tyler would not sell him out like that. He and Tyler had known each other for far too long. Tyler wouldn't do something like that. But, who else could have sent it?

"Kurt, who sent you that picture?"

"Why does it matter?"

"I was just wondering."

"Well, I'm not telling you." Gotta protect Warren. Blaine would love a reason to void our deal and kill him.

"Kurt..."

"No. I'm not telling you. It doesn't matter who sent it."

Blaine was ticked, but decided to let it go. Kurt was upset and he had every right to be.

"Kurt, I love you. I really do, beautiful. I miss you. You need to come home."

"I'll be home in a few weeks."

"Really?"

"Yes. I need to do some checking, but I'm going to try and come in August. Like two weeks from now. For your birthday."

Blaine closed his eyes and smiled. Okay. He just had to make it two more weeks.

"For how long?"

"Just a weekend. I'm going to see if I can get a Friday off. If I can, I'll leave Thursday night and be there Friday, Saturday and leave Sunday night."

Blaine sighed in relief. "Okay."

Blaine caught Kurt up on Tyler's new relationship. Kurt was quiet the entire time. No squeals of surprise or avalanche of questions. Kurt was sad and Blaine could feel it through the phone. He felt like shit. He didn't want to hurt Kurt.

"Kurt, I love you."

"I love you too."

Blaine hung up and stood in the driveway, thinking. Who sent Kurt that picture? Would Tyler do that? It didn't matter.

Kurt was coming home.

And maybe Blaine wouldn't let him return to Paris.