Kurt had a problem.

Or, was it a situation?

He lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. Either he was living his best sexual fantasy, or he was living a nightmare. He couldn't decide which.

It had been three days since Blaine had returned to better than normal and Kurt was glad. He really was happy. This was the Blaine he fell in love with to begin with, but Blaine was killing him.

For three days, Blaine had arrived at Kurt's, 30 minutes after Burt left for the shop, Carol for the hospital and Finn for football camp. For three days, Kurt had spent the entire day at Blaine's mercy. They had officially had sex in every room of the house except the bathrooms, twice. Blaine was insatiable and his recovery time was so damn fast, Kurt was starting to wonder if he was on Viagra. Kurt loved it. Blaine was sexy, intense and demanding but, he wasn't selfish. He made sure Kurt came hard every time. Sometimes his orgasm was so strong and so hot that he passed out.

The problem was that Kurt's ass was sore. Really sore. It hurt so bad. But, in some strange way, even that felt good. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't about to complain because it wasn't his place to say anything. After all, Blaine owned him and Kurt really wanted to take anything and everything Blaine wanted to do to him, but his body was screaming in agony. His body needed a break.

Kurt slowly climbed out of bed and sat down gingerly at his vanity. His eyes were still slightly darker than before, as was his skin. He was glad no one but Mercedes had noticed, or at least bothered to say anything. He had told her that he and Blaine had spent time in the sun during the week they were gone. Mercedes was no dummy. "But, I thought you said you were in the woods?" Kurt had changed the subject.

Now, as he looked at his reflection, he smiled. Yes, his ass hurt but his heart was happy. He was madly in love with this man. Yes, Blaine was definitely a man now. There was nothing boyish about him. And, this incredible man loved Kurt back. Kurt smiled just thinking about it. Now, if only he could find a way to get Blaine to stop fucking him everyday, all day. He laughed out loud. Who would have ever thought Kurt Hummel would have such a problem.

Kurt was dressed and waiting when Blaine arrived. Even after all these months, Kurt's heart skipped a beat and he inhaled slightly when he saw Blaine. He was so breathtakingly handsome.

"Hello beautiful." Blaine kissed him slow and sweet. Kurt melted against him. Who cares that his ass hurt. He couldn't wait for Blaine to take him again.

Blaine stepped back and eyed Kurt critically.

"What?" Kurt asked nervously.

Blaine looked at him for another moment.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine."

Blaine stepped closer and softly kissed Kurt's neck. "You are not allowed to lie to me, remember? How do you feel?"

Kurt was starting to drown in the hazy desire Blaine was creating by kissing his neck.

"I'm…I'm okay."

Blaine stopped and stepped back.

"No, you aren't. Your ass hurts."

Kurt blushed. "Just a little."

Blaine reached around and gently caressed Kurt's ass. "You are lying to me. I'm going to start punishing you for that. You can't lie to me Kurt. Your ass hurts. As it should since I have been fucking you like a madman for three days. Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"I…I didn't think it was my place to say anything."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I love you. I don't ever want you in any type of pain. You should have told me." His eyes grew a bit darker. "Granted, I will decide if you have had enough, but you should still tell me. Never, ever be scared to tell me anything. Okay?"

Kurt nodded.

Blaine smiled sexily and started undoing Kurt's pants. Kurt's eyes widened.

"Now, I'm gonna blow the hell out of you." As Blaine sank to his knees, Kurt gripped his hair, closed his eyes and threw his head back.

Damn, he was in love with this man.

X-X-X-X-X

They spent most of the morning lounging on Kurt's bed, talking. Kurt lay on his stomach while Blaine sat beside him. Around Noon, Blaine announced that he was going to make lunch. Kurt raised an eyebrow. Blaine, in the kitchen?

Blaine made peanut butter and jelly. Kurt laughed.

Once they were settled in the kitchen with sandwiches and glasses of milk, Blaine asked a question.

"Kurt, what would you think if I told you, I would kill for you?"

Kurt stopped chewing. Blaine had asked this as if he were suggesting they go to the movies.

"Um...kill for me?"

"Yes. What would you think?"

Kurt opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked at Blaine. Blaine was eating his sandwich, looking expectantly at Kurt.

"Um...uh...I...I don't think there's anyone I need you to kill for me."

Blaine laughed. Kurt was so adorable.

"I'm just saying, if I told you that I would kill for you, what would you think?"

Kurt looked closely at Blaine. His body was still hot all the time but, not as hot as that first day. The temperature seemed to have leveled off. Unlike before, Kurt could always feel the power that surged through Blaine. Always. It was strong and instead of living under the surface, it now lived on the surface. His demeanor was as confident and smooth as always but now, there was a layer of intimidating strength and control. It was as if everything that used to be hidden from view, was now out in the open.

Could Blaine kill someone?

Yes, Kurt was sure he could. But, to kill someone for Kurt? Damn. That was frightening. And...a little comforting. Kurt blushed. Oh, my. What was happening to him? How could he find comfort in that?

"Well?" asked Blaine.

"Well...I guess it would be okay...assuming there was, like, a really, really, really good reason to...kill the person...I think." What on earth would be a good reason to kill someone?

Blaine looked directly into Kurt's eyes. "Well, just for the record, I would kill for you." Kurt nodded.

"Does that turn you on?"

Damn, these shocking questions. Kurt thought about it.

"Yes. A little." Oh, he felt so ashamed.

Blaine nodded and looked pleased. He went back to eating his sandwich. Kurt looked at him.

What kind of craziness was this?

Blaine drove home that night feeling relieved. Heaven wouldn't be mad at him for committing murder. That was good to know. Not that Kurt or anyone else would ever find out anyway...