Mark was feeling desperate. He was so close to finishing his story, and he knew it was good. This expose was his ticket out of Central Ohio. He just had to fill in the last piece. He reviewed his notes.

Thanks to Kurt, he had confirmed that Blaine was gay, had been out as young as 14 and that James Anderson knew. That was key. Anderson knew as early as 3 years ago that his son was gay, and yet between campaign appearances, republican dinners and interviews, he had made over 142 public speeches and declarations slamming homosexuals and introduced 5 different anti-gay bills in the Ohio state senate. According to event records, news articles and press releases, Blaine had been present for at least 70 of those appearances, if not more. What on earth was it like for a child to hear their father, publicly denounce who they were? To hear your father publicly state that he hates you?

His interview with Dr. Sheila Palmer, a child psychologist from Ohio State University, had gone very well. Palmer had given him great information on the detrimental impact homophobic parents can have on a gay child. That part of the story was really going to stick it to Anderson. Some of Palmer's statements could make Anderson's behavior sound like borderline child abuse.

And there was the problem.

He needed more details about Anderson's treatment of his son in the home and in their private lives. This was key to the whole, anti-family in his personal life angle. Mark didn't want to tip off anyone affiliated with the campaign about the story, so it had been almost impossible to talk to people close to the Andersons. He had a few anecdotal stories from staff members at the Westerville Country Club, but nothing really damming. He needed something solid.

He picked up his cell phone to check for any missed messages or texts. Nothing. He had called Kurt several times and left a few friendly messages, asking if he wanted to meet for coffee or check out the sale at Macy's. Kurt had never responded. Mark was sure he hadn't blown his cover but still...it was odd that Kurt didn't respond, even if it was to say, back off.

Jack was expecting a draft on Tuesday. Today was Thursday. Maybe inspiration would hit this weekend.

James sat at his desk, sipping his bourbon. He should probably get home. Elaine would have dinner ready by now. He looked at the whiteboard in his office and all the flip chart paper pinned to the walls. His staff had done a great job. They would cover all of the important areas of his district with no problem. And, he had convinced them to leave Blaine out of the plans. Even Phil had agreed that they should just leave Blaine alone and at home. Hmm? Did Phil ever report back to him about where Blaine went when he left the house? No, James didn't think he had. Oh, well. Must not have been anything interesting.

James stood up and smiled at the schedule on the wall. This was going to be a good campaign year. He should win re-election easily.

Blaine surveyed the room critically. Yes, Kurt would definitely like this place. Very warm and romantic and very secluded. Kurt could scream as loud as Blaine could make him. Definitely a perfect place to lose one's virginity. Blaine would come early and set up candles everywhere. He already had a killer playlist on his iPod for just this occasion. The only thing left to do was to create an excuse for Kurt to be gone an entire weekend. He would talk to Mercedes about that. She would be happy to provide cover. Blaine turned to the property manager.

"It's available the weekend of the 20th?"

"Yes. Shall I book it for you?"

"Absolutely."

Kurt sat in front of his vanity, thinking and daydreaming.

He had always thought Blaine's mouth was his favorite body part, but now it was definitely a tie with his fingers. The sensations Blaine could cause with his fingers were nothing short of amazing. There were no words to describe it.

What on earth would it feel like when they actually had sex?

And, they were getting close. Kurt knew Blaine was planning something special. Something romantic. Kurt was excited, and for the first time ever regarding something sexual, completely calm and comfortable. He trusted Blaine. Blaine had proven how much he loved him and he had kept his promise to take care of him. Yes, he did push, but Kurt didn't care. Every time Blaine had pushed him, he'd gotten something incredible in return.

And, it was almost time. The fact that he was not allowed to jerk off at all, meant they were close. Blaine was starving him and it was working.

Yes, Kurt was ready for Blaine to make love to him.

And, then he wanted Blaine to fuck him.

Tyler rolled over on to his stomach, savoring the soreness of his ass. It wasn't as good as Blaine, but it was damn close. The closest he'd found. Yes, it had been a good idea to go for an older guy. Older guys were more experienced than high school guys. He stretched out his arm and realized he was alone in bed. He carefully rolled to his side and propped himself up, his head resting in his hand.

"Come back to bed, lover," purred Tyler.

"I promise, I will in a minute. I need to capture this thought while it's still clear."

He typed a few more sentences and then returned to bed, curling up next to Tyler.

"What are you working on?"

"A front page story on a conservative senator with a gay kid."

Tyler thought for a moment.

"Do you mean Senator James Anderson? Blaine Anderson's father?"

Mark sat up. "Yes. Wait, do you know him? Do you know Blaine? How do you know him?"

Tyler looked at Mark sheepishly. "You know how I told you I was 21? Well...that's not entirely true..."