Kurt and Blaine had driven for 10 minutes before Kurt looked over and realized what bad shape Blaine was in.

"Stop the car."

"What?"

"Stop the car. I'm driving."

"Kurt, you don't know where we're going."

"Doesn't this fancy ass car have GPS? Punch in the address and I'll follow the directions."

"Where we are going probably won't show up on GPS."

"Where are we going?"

Blaine sighed. "It's the place I was going to take you next weekend. I called the owner and asked if we could come a week early. It was available so..."

Kurt looked out the window. Oh. The romantic weekend Blaine had been planning. So much for that.

"Blaine, you look like hell and you look like you might pass out any minute. Get out, I'm driving. I'll follow the GPS until I can't."

They switched places and within minutes, Blaine was asleep.

Kurt gripped the steering wheel and tried to calm his nerves. It was dark and Ohio roads were famous for having no street lights. He followed the GPS directions for almost 3 hours and to his relief, when the directions seemed to go awry, he spotted a sign. Silver Creek Chateau. Kurt snorted. A chateau? In Ohio? Seriously? Oh, this should be good.

Kurt continued up a huge, winding hill until he came upon a driveway and another sign. He kept driving until he was sure he was lost and then he saw it. It was a large country house, sitting in the middle of the woods. He pulled up front and got out.

They were in the middle of nowhere. Kurt wasn't one for camping or the outdoors, but it was beautiful. He wondered what the inside would look like. Most places like this always had that charming country inn décor. Kurt hated that look. He looked around. How were they supposed to get in? He tried the front door and, to his surprise, it was unlocked. He stepped inside and was blown away.

The house was decorated and outfitted like a modern 5-star hotel suite. There was a large living room with a huge flat screen. The kitchen had all top of the line appliances. The dining room had a table that could seat 12 with a gorgeous chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The master bathroom was amazing. There was a vanity and a huge, deep jacuzzi bathtub. The bedroom was huge with a California king size bed and another flat screen television on the wall. There were two more smaller bedrooms, each with a flat screen and a private bathroom, although not as large as the master. The décor was modern, but warm and romantic.

How the hell had Blaine found this place?

Kurt went back to the car and brought in all their bags. He looked at Blaine. He hated to wake him, but he wasn't sure he could carry him.

"Blaine? Darling, wake up. We're here."

Blaine's eyes flew open, full of fear.

"Shh. Blaine. It's okay. Come on, let's go in."

Kurt helped Blaine walk to the house and to the bedroom. It wasn't until he sat him on the bed and started to undress him, that he saw how bad things were. He gasped when he took Blaine's shirt off. The bruising looked horrible. And painful. He also noticed the huge bump on the side of his head. Kurt's eyes welled up with tears.

"Blaine, what happened to you?"

Blaine mumbled, still half asleep. "Nothing. I'm fine. Dad just mad. Mad at me..."

Kurt didn't ask anything else. He laid him down under the covers and carefully climbed in beside him. Then he remembered that he hadn't called his dad. He got up and went into the living room with his phone. Burt answered on the first ring.

"Kurt?"

"Yeah Dad. We're here."

"Where are you?"

"It's called Silver Creek Chateau. It's a..." Kurt stopped. Telling his dad he was staying in a house, in the woods, alone with his boyfriend was probably not a good idea.

"It's a...a lodge. You know, like Hueston Woods. It's a little outside of town. There are people around but, not a lot." Kurt winced as he told this lie.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Blaine's..." Again he stopped. How many lies would he have to tell tonight? He couldn't tell his dad that Blaine's dad had beat the hell out of him.

"Blaine's sleeping. Really tired from all the driving."

"All right Kurt. You should probably get some rest. I assume...you have separate beds?"

Lies. Lies. Lies. "Yes."

"Okay buddy. Get some rest. Be careful. I love you."

"I love you too."

Kurt climbed back into bed next to Blaine and tried not to feel guilty about lying to his dad. His dad had to know that the likelihood of them sharing a bed was pretty high. After all, they were two hormonal teenagers in love.

Kurt watched Blaine sleeping. He looked peaceful but also...weak. Kurt had never, ever seen Blaine look weak. He was always so strong and powerful. Kurt found his power intoxicating and attractive. And a little scary. He hated seeing Blaine like this. Beat down and injured. It broke his heart.

X-X-X-X-X

Kurt woke up early the next morning and quietly showered and dressed. He wanted Blaine to rest as much as possible. When he went into the kitchen, he realized they had no food and, he was starving. Should he risk going into town alone? He decided he had no choice. Besides, this wasn't fair. A week ago, he wouldn't have thought twice about going into town. It hadn't even been 24 hours and already, the article was affecting his actions. He wrote a note for Blaine and grabbed the car keys.

The town of Silver Creek was small. Kurt stopped for gas and headed to the only grocery store in town. He was pleasantly surprised. Since Silver Creek was in the middle of farm country, all the produce and meats were fresh. He was actually enjoying his little excursion until he reached the checkout counter and saw the newspaper.

There it was. Front page. It was quite a shock, seeing it in hard copy versus a computer screen. For some reason, he felt he should buy a copy. He snatched one from the display and folded it in half, praying the checkout girl wouldn't notice that he was the guy on the front. She didn't.

When he returned to the house, Blaine was still asleep. Kurt threw himself into cooking. He decided to bake biscuits and make bacon and sausage. Maybe a quiche. Blaine finally appeared.

"Good morning."

"Hi. Where did the food come from?"

"I went into town. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah, but I need a shower."

"Okay. What do you want?"

"Scrambled eggs and lots of bacon and sausage."

Kurt smiled. Carnivore. Blaine looked better. Less worn but still tired.

After his shower, he looked refreshed. He gobbled down everything Kurt placed in front of him. They went out to the back deck and sat side by side in chaise lounges. The deck overlooked the woods. They sat in silence until Kurt's cell phone rang. It was Burt. He filled Kurt in on the circus taking place at home. Kurt's eyes welled up with tears. This really was a mess. He reported everything to Blaine.

"What are we going to do?"

"Nothing," replied Blaine. "There's nothing for us to do."

"Don't you think you should...I don't know...make a statement or something?"

"Why? This is my dad's mess, not mine. Plus, a lot of what that article said was true. Sure, some of it was exaggerated and embellished a bit, but a lot was true. I did sit and listen to my dad publicly declare that he hated me. That I was evil and sinful and didn't deserve to get married or have children. He never publicly said, I hate Blaine, but he did say, I hate gays, and I'm gay, so the connection was there. And, I was lonely for a long time. He made it clear I couldn't have a boyfriend. That's why Tyler was so pissed about you. We fooled around until I realized he was falling for me. I wasn't strong enough back then to defy my father. I was scared of him, so I cut Tyler off."

Kurt's voice was quiet. "What happened to you last night?"

Blaine was silent. How much did he want to tell him? He didn't remember it all himself.

"When my dad found out about the article...he beat the crap out of me."

"Did you fight back?"

Blaine looked at Kurt. That seemed like a strange question.

"I tried...why?"

Kurt wasn't sure if he really wanted to go down this road. Lately, he'd been thinking about Blaine and how he sometimes seemed to exert control over Kurt's actions. Kurt thought he was imagining things but...lately, the control seemed stronger and no longer a part of his imagination. It just seemed like Blaine had an ability to...do things. To make Kurt do things. Could he control others?

Kurt looked at him. Blaine stared back.

"Nothing. I was just wondering."

Blaine continued to stare at him.

"You're lying to me."

"What? No.."

"You're lying to me, Kurt. What are you really thinking?"

"I...nothing...I just...nothing."

Blaine's eyes were suddenly cool. He walked over to Kurt and gently sat down on top of him, straddling him. He caressed his face.

"You're not allowed to lie to me. What are you thinking?"

Kurt looked at him. He suddenly felt scared.

"Blaine...let's not talk about this right now. There's already..."

"Kurt, tell me what you are thinking."

Ah, that tone.

"Sometimes...I get the feeling that you can...control people. Or, at least, control me."

Blaine's eyes shifted from cool to warm, but they changed to a deeper shade. This time, Kurt clearly saw it. He knew he didn't imagine it. He saw it. Right before his own eyes. His breathing sped up a little and his body tensed. Blaine leaned in close to his face and slowly planted tiny kisses on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and lastly, his lips. He then stared directly into Kurt's eyes.

"Yes, Kurt. I can control you. I can control you because you allow me to control you. Do you know why you allow me to control you? It's because you belong to me. You are mine. I own you and therefore, I can control you."

Kurt felt a little shiver of fear run through him. Why was he getting turned on by this?

"And, you know what else?" Blaine continued. "Once I'm better, I'm going to make love to you, and then I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you so, so hard Kurt. You are going to scream so loud and you are going to come so very, very hard and then...then Kurt, everything will be complete. We will be complete."

Blaine stood up and walked into the house.

Kurt's eyes fluttered closed. What the hell had he gotten himself into? But, more importantly...why wasn't he trying to get out?

X-X-X-X-X

The boys spent the rest of Friday, laying around the house. Blaine slept a lot while Kurt watched him. Thinking. Hard.

He was in love with Blaine. Totally and completely in love. He wanted Blaine. Needed him. But...he also feared him. Was fear a healthy part of a relationship? Kurt was pretty sure the answer was no. He wasn't scared Blaine would hurt him. He was just scared of whatever it was that lived inside him. The darkness that seemed to emanate from him. The way his eyes changed colors. The way he could make Kurt do whatever he said. Whatever he wanted. What was that? How did he do that? What was Blaine?

Did he really want to know? Did it matter? As long as he was happy, did it matter?