Blaine backed away slowly.

"Stay the fuck away from me Phil."

"Relax Blaine. I just want to have a little chat. Although..."

Phil took his hand and placed it squarely between his legs and started rubbing his cock through his pants.

"I do have a big...situation here if you would like to take care of it for me. Seeing you always turns me on and seeing you weak...well, that shit is hot."

"Does my father know you're gay, Phil? You know, he doesn't like gays."

Phil laughed. "It wouldn't matter if he knew or not. All he cares about is my outstanding political mind and my talent for handling the...difficult situations that sometimes arise in politics. I'm an excellent political strategist and his best friend. I'm going to get your dad re-elected and to Washington, despite this little fuck up you caused. Besides Blaine, I told you. I'm not gay. I don't like boys. I just like you."

Blaine wasn't about to close his eyes with Phil standing there, touching himself, but he was thinking hard, searching inside himself. Where the hell was it?

"You can think hard thoughts all you want to Blaine. That voodoo shit isn't going to save you. From what your father told me about your grandfather, depending upon how much you and your little buddy Kurt screwed all week, you are depleted. I'm guessing you probably fucked the shit out of him for days so, you are pretty...impotent right now." Phil laughed hysterically.

"What do you want Phil?"

"Besides you on your knees with your mouth open? Several things. First, you are going to make a statement with your father. Second, you are going to attend select campaign appearances this summer to prove that you and your father have a wonderful relationship and third...well, let's just focus on one and two for now."

"And what exactly makes you think I am going to do all that?"

"Because Blaine, you really don't have a choice anymore. We're not scared of you, you little freak." Phil suddenly rushed him, pinning him against the wall. Blaine struggled to break free but Phil was strong. He leaned in close and Blaine could feel his erection against his leg.

"I'll make you a deal Blaine. You do this for your father and...you do something for me and I'll make sure Kurt stays safe in Lima."

Blaine pushed him off and punched him, his fist landing on Phil's jaw. He punched him again and was sure he had managed to break his nose. Phil grabbed him around the neck and managed to deliver three quick, hard punches to Blaine's stomach, winding him and causing him to collapse. Phil sat on Blaine, straddling his chest. He scooted up so that his knees were pinning Blaine's arms, his crotch right against his chin. He roughly grabbed Blaine's hair, held his head steady and looked into his eyes.

"Gosh your mouth is pretty. If your father wasn't home, I would drive myself right down your fucking throat."

He looked at Blaine for another moment and then stood up. Blaine scooted back to the wall.

"Now, Blaine. You think about what I said and give your father an answer tomorrow. You make the statement on Wednesday, you join the campaign and...eventually you help me out. If not, you lose your car and, since you won't be able to visit Kurt with no car, I'll drive to Lima to make sure he's doing okay. I'll go visit him as much as you need me to. What do you think? Everyday?"

Blaine could barely breathe but he scrambled up and lunged towards Phil again. Phil jumped back and moved around to the other side of the kitchen island, separating them.

"I suggest you calm down and think about my offer." He turned to leave but then stopped and turned back to look at Blaine.

"Tell me Blaine? Is he a screamer? I always figured he would be a screamer." Phil laughed and walked out.

Blaine went to his room and collapsed against his bedroom door.

He felt betrayed. Where was the darkness? Was what his father said, true? Too much sex made it go away or weaken?That made no sense. How long would this last? He hadn't seen Kurt in 5 days. If he stayed away from him, would the darkness start to grow again? He didn't want to stay away from Kurt. The past 5 days were already taking a toll. His heart and his body ached with longing. He couldn't wait for Kurt to get back on Monday.

For the first time in a long time, Blaine felt weak and trapped.

He had to figure things out and he had to do it fast.