On Monday, Blaine hid inside a classroom doorway near Tyler's locker. He waited until Tyler was busy with his books before approaching.

"That was a hell of a stunt you pulled."

Tyler spun around. He crossed his arms and gave Blaine an innocent look.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Actually Blaine, yes, I did. Kurt seems like a nice guy. I think he deserves to know how you treat your lovers."

"It's not like that with him. He's my boyfriend."

Tyler's face fell. He looked sad.

"I don't get you Blaine. I really liked you. I chose you. I gave myself to you. I would have been your boyfriend. Why didn't you want me?"

"Tyler...it had nothing to do with you. I couldn't have a boyfriend back then. I was scared of my father...it wouldn't have worked."

"So, you're not scared of him anymore?"

"No. I'm not."

"So, Kurt gets you instead of me."

Blaine sighed. It was hard to believe Tyler still had a thing for him after almost two years.

"Tyler...I'm not the only gay kid at this school. Remember? You were the one that told me that."

Tyler closed his locker and looked straight into Blaine's eyes.

"But you're the only one who can fuck me the way I need it. Trust me, I know. I became a whore after you dumped me. Look, I know you have a boyfriend but...if it doesn't work out or...if you get lonely...you can fuck me whenever you want. Just call me."

He turned and walked to class, leaving Blaine speechless and with a very, very hard dick.

Blaine looked at the calendar and sighed. There were only three more weeks of school left. While his friends were making plans for summer jobs or planning vacation with their families, Blaine was reviewing the campaign appearance schedule. He was pissed. Usually his parents cut him some slack and only made him attend the most important engagements. This year, his initials were next to every single date. What the fuck? How the hell was he supposed to get Kurt in bed if he was gone all summer? Thinking about sex with Kurt pissed him off even more. Thanks to Tyler, Blaine had to practically start over with Kurt. It was as if the knowledge that Blaine wasn't a virgin had made the whole idea of having sex even scarier. Tyler's offer was starting to sound pretty good. After all, this was all his fault. Blaine felt like tying him to a bed and screwing him for days as punishment for fucking up his plans.

Instead he grabbed his car keys and headed to campaign headquarters.

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Campaign headquarters was a Victorian style house in the town center of Westerville. It was a beautiful 3-story home with large rooms and lots of windows. The main floor was used to meet with the public. The dinning room had been turned into a conference room. His father's office was in the back along with offices for the staff. Most of the campaign work took place on the second floor and the third floor was used for storage.

Blaine walked in, stopping to look at the huge painting of his grandfather, US Congressman Jim Anderson. Growing up, he'd heard stories about his legendary grandfather. It was said that Congressman Jim, as he was called, could strike a deal with the devil himself. And probably had. He was known for being able to sit across from an opponent and somehow, manage to walk away from the meeting with whatever he wanted and a little extra. He was respected as a skillful negotiator and a shrewd political operative. But, there were those who believed there was more to it than just skill. His political opponents whispered quietly to each other about being in meetings where they felt as though thoughts were planted in their heads. They found themselves agreeing to deals and later, not remembering why they had agreed.

Blaine thought those stories were interesting. Very interesting.

He found his father in the conference room, having a meeting with the key staffers, a few extra people hired just for campaign season and Phil.

"Why am I on the schedule for every fucking appearance this summer?"

His father glared at him.

"How dare you walk in here and interrupt my meeting, not to mention your language, you little shit! Go wait in my office!"

"Really dad? My language?" Blaine laughed and strolled down the hall.

A few minutes later, his dad came in and sat down.

"Now, what's your problem?"

"Why am I signed up for every campaign appearance? I have tennis tournaments this summer." And a very sexy virgin to fuck.

"We need you to help with the whole, Rock the Vote thing. You know, get out the vote among young people."

Blaine laughed. Was he serious?

"I'm not doing that."

"Blaine, I really don't have time for your bullshit. You will do what you are told and you will go where you are told. Now, get out. I have work to do."

Blaine stared at his father.

"No."

"What?"

"No. I'm not going. I'm not doing this shit this summer."

"Blaine...don't fucking test me. I am not in the mood."

Blaine stood up. Small waves of anger and frustration rolled along his skin causing his body to shake slightly. He fixed a black stare on his father. His voice, quiet.

"Actually dad, I suggest you don't test me. I am not in the mood. I will not be accompanying you or mom to anything this summer and I dare, I fucking dare you to try and make me."

James stared at his son in both fear and anger.

"I hate you, Blaine. I really do. You were a wonderful child but now...now you're just a..."

The door opened and Nancy, the secretary appeared.

"James, sorry to interrupt but, the Governors on the phone. I figured you'd wanna take it."

"Thanks Nancy. I'll get it in a moment."

Nancy closed the door.

Blaine ripped up the campaign schedule and dropped it on his father's desk.

"I'll assume we're clear. Bad luck with your campaign. I hope you lose."

Blaine turned and walked out.

James sat back in his chair and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He took out a bottle of bourbon, poured some in a glass and downed it. He sat back again.

What the hell was he going to do about Blaine? He actually didn't care if he didn't participate in this year's campaign. The advisers and strategists were the ones who wanted him. The good-looking son of the senator. Helps get votes from women and young adults. These days, James found his son downright scary. If he thought Elaine would go along, he'd kick him out of the house. Blaine was a ticking time bomb. Plus...he reminded James of his father and that scared the hell out of him.

He took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Governor."

While Blaine had been fighting for his summer, Kurt was fighting for fresh spices at the only herb and spice store in Lima. The owner of the store, Ann, both loved and hated Kurt. Loved him because he was her best customer. Hated him because he was so damn picky.

"Ann, are you sure about this fennel? When did it come in?"

"For goodness sake, Kurt! I told you, I just got it this morning!"

He sniffed. "I don't know Ann. I think your vendor is trying to pull a fast one."

Kurt argued with Ann for a few minutes before wandering through the store to select a few more items. He was thinking of making a roast for Blaine this weekend. The boy was such a carnivore.

"Well, hello!"

Kurt looked up. It took him a moment to place the face.

"Oh! Michael, right?"

"Yes. Fancy meeting you here."

"Unfortunately, when it comes to fresh spices, this is the only choice in town." He leaned towards Michael and whispered, "And sometimes I wonder how fresh it really is. Fresh from the farm or fresh from a box."

Michael laughed. The two wandered around the store together, discussing recipes and spices. Once they were outside, Michael turned to Kurt.

"Listen, I am starving. Do you want to grab a bite to eat?"

Kurt suddenly felt uncomfortable. Blaine wouldn't like this.

"Hey, listen. This is all very innocent. I know you have a boyfriend. I'm not trying to hook up or anything."

Kurt relaxed. "Okay."

They walked over to the pizza shop and settled into a booth. Kurt learned that Michael was a writer, working on a novel he hoped to get published one day. To make ends meet, he did some technical writing as well as some freelance work. Sitting there, listening to Michael, it suddenly dawned on Kurt that he had no gay friends. Of course, he had Blaine and Mercedes and Rachel and Tina were great, but he had no gay male to talk to about things. Like his relationship with Blaine or...sex. He liked Michael. They had a lot in common and he was easy to talk to. And Michael was older. He would know more. It would be nice to have a gay friend.

"So Kurt, how is your cutie pie boyfriend?"

Kurt smiled. "He's great but..." Kurt looked at Michael. He would love someone else's opinion on the whole Tyler episode.

"But, what?"

"Well, I found out he lied to me."

"Ooh. That's a big no no. What did he lie about?"

Kurt told him the story. Michael spoke very carefully.

"So, he slept with this other guy, like two years ago, when he was 15?"

"Yeah."

"So, just out of curiosity, do his parents know he's gay? I'm just wondering because 15 seems rather young to be having sex. I just wonder if his parents were aware of it."

"Oh, he came out to them when he was 14, but I'm sure they don't know about the sex."

"Wow. Very brave of him to come out so young. How did they take it?"

"Not very well. His dad was very disappointed. They don't get along at all. Hey, did you see this month's issue of Vogue?"

Michael allowed Kurt to change the topic. He had heard what he needed to hear.

Once they parted ways, Michael waited until Kurt was in his SUV and around the corner before taking out his phone.

"Hello, Jack? Yeah, it's Mark. Listen, how about we plan to run the Anderson story in 3 weeks, just as the campaign is officially kicking off? I have almost everything I need..."