As they drove towards Westerville, Blaine tried to figure out how to handle this. Should he sneak Kurt into the house, or just walk in and introduce him? He was sure the house would be crawling with people, which was probably a good thing. His father couldn't make too much of a scene. He glanced at Kurt and the pain in his heart intensified.

Kurt had painstakingly applied makeup and concealer to his bruised face. Watching him, sitting at his vanity, working intently to cover up the bruises had made Blaine sick. He had allowed Phil to harm his Kurt. To cause him pain. He wanted to resurrect Phil and kill him over and over and over again, never allowing him to die.

But, he was dead.

Blaine smiled.

Kurt had been sleeping but as they turned into the exclusive sub-division of Park Hills Anderson, he woke up. He stared out his window at the huge houses. The houses were incredible. Huge, mansion type homes with three and four car garages and manicured lawns. He knew Blaine's family was wealthy but...damn. What must Blaine think of the modest home he lived in? It was nice and actually a good size, but it was nothing compared to the homes they were passing. His entire house could probably fit inside one of these homes with room to spare.

He suddenly felt very anxious. This couldn't be a good idea. He never should have freaked out on Blaine. He never should have agreed to come home with him. Granted, he really didn't want to be away from him. Not right now. Not with Jack's face popping up in his thoughts and scaring him. They had not discussed anything about the day's events. As a matter of fact, they had not talked at all. Kurt was sure Jack was dead but Blaine hadn't said a word.

As they approached a large home, sitting in the center of the cul-de-sac, Blaine stopped. The driveway and street in front of the house was full of cars, most he recognized as belonging to campaign staffers. It looked like everyone was here.

He pulled over to the curb and turned off the engine. He looked at the house in trepidation.

What did he want to do? With this many people around, he could easily smuggle Kurt into his room but that idea wasn't sitting too well with him. Wasn't this the summer he was going to come 100% out with his boyfriend? Hell, everyone knew he was gay. His parents knew he was having sex with someone named Kurt who scratched the hell out of him.

He turned to Kurt.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm okay."

"Are you in pain?"

Kurt lied. "No. I'm okay." He had caused Blaine enough worry for one day.

But, Blaine knew him too well.

"Why are you lying to me? I've told you repeatedly that you are not to lie to me. As soon as you are fully recovered, I am going to punish you for lying. I'm going to punish you very, very hard. I can't have you lying to me."

Kurt stared at him. Of all the times to be turning him on with thoughts of being punished.

"I just need to take some more ibuprofen."

"Okay. Listen, I honestly have no idea what we are walking in to. Just stay by me and don't say anything."

Stay by him? Where the hell did he think he would go? Kurt felt that he needed to at least know one thing before they went in.

"Blaine...is Jack dead?"

"Who is Jack?"

Kurt was completely taken aback. "The guy...the...um..." Kurt felt flustered.

Blaine looked at him in confusion and then realization hit.

"You mean the guy who attacked you?" Kurt nodded.

The darkness swirled around inside of Blaine. That son-of-a-bitch hadn't even used his real name.

"The guy who attacked you was named Phil. Phil Williams."

"Oh."

Blaine looked out the window at the house for a moment before turning to Kurt. He stared directly into his eyes.

"Yes, he's dead."

Kurt shivered. Well, of course he was. He'd known that but still...hearing Blaine say it...

He didn't ask if he had killed him.

They got out of the car and slowly walked towards the house. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. When they reached the front door, Blaine stopped and turned to him.

"I love you more than anything. Anything. I would do anything for you. You're mine and I love you. I own you. I control you. I possess you and you can never, ever leave me."

Kurt's eyes fluttered close as he felt a wave of control roll through him. Blaine was staring into his eyes with so much intensity and desire, it mesmerized him and made him feel dazed.

"Do you understand Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Blaine's eyes deepened.

"Yes, master."

Blaine kissed him with a hard, devouring kiss. Kurt leaned into him to keep from falling and moaned. He physically felt Blaine's possession of him.

They opened the door and went in.

There were people everywhere. Some standing, some sitting. Everyone was speaking in hushed tones and whispered voices. A few people glanced up as Blaine walked through the house, Kurt's hand firmly in his. When they reached the kitchen, Blaine saw his mother. Before he could speak, she saw him and started screaming.

"Blaine! Oh, Blaine!" She slammed into him, almost sending him falling backwards. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and tried to disappear into the wall.

"Oh, Blaine! My sweet, little boy. My little boy..." Elaine was sobbing, holding him tightly and rocking him back and forth. Blaine stood there with his arms at his sides. He wasn't sure if he wanted to return his mother's embrace or not. It had been a long time since he had hugged her.

After a few more minutes of her hysteria, she stepped back a little and cupped his face in her hand.

"Oh, Blaine. You just don't know how scared I was. I couldn't bear to lose you. I just couldn't. You're my only one. My only one. My beautiful, gorgeous only one."

Kurt watched all this in amazement. First of all, Blaine had always given him the impression that his mother hated him almost as much as his father. This woman looked like she was in love with him. Second, he was shocked by how beautiful Blaine's mother was. Even with tears rolling down her face, she was incredibly pretty. He had seen campaign photos of her, but they didn't tell the whole story. Now he knew where Blaine got his looks from. He was a male version of his mother.

Blaine pulled away from her and reached for Kurt's hand.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend. This is Kurt."

Elaine's face went from joyous relief to complete shock. She stood there, staring at Kurt, a stunned expression on her face.

"Hello," said Kurt.

Elaine said nothing. She just stared at him.

"Kurt is going to spend the night with me."

Blaine's words pulled Elaine out of her stunned state and sent her into an angry one. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Kurt coldly. So this was the little bitch, ruining her son. Making him think he was gay. He needed to outgrow this phase and this little heifer wasn't helping.

She looked at Blaine. "Oh, really?"

Blaine stared at her hard. "Yes, really."

While they had been standing there, those who were in the kitchen had turned silent, watching the scene play out. Long-time staffers looked at Kurt with open curiosity. So, this was the kid Blaine was screwing around with. The one from the article. Kurt was starting to feel like an animal at the zoo.

Blaine and Elaine were trapped in a nonverbal, war of evil looks when Elaine broke the stalemate with an announcement, her face shifting from anger to sadness.

"Blaine...Phil is dead."

"Really? How?"

"Apparently he was in the building when it caught fire."

Kurt tensed up at her words. Fire? What fire? He glanced at Blaine whose face remained calm and unfazed.

"Wow."

Delivering this news seemed to take all the energy out of Elaine. She stumbled over to a kitchen chair and sat down. She covered her face with her hands and started crying.

Blaine took this opportunity to escape. He pulled Kurt along with him to the stairs.

When they walked into Blaine's bedroom, Kurt gasped audibly.

Blaine's room was huge. The walls were a dark maroon color and the furnishings were all black. On the wall was a very large flat screen television, situated perfectly across from a large, queen size bed. Bookcases lined one wall and were full of books, puzzles and games from his childhood. Another held glee club and tennis trophies. He also had his own master bathroom.

Kurt looked around in amazement. Why the hell had they spent so much time in his tiny bedroom? Oh. That's right. Kurt wasn't allowed here and yet, here he was.

Blaine went to retrieve ibuprofen from his bathroom. Kurt sat down on the bed and obediently accepted the pills Blaine handed him and a glass of water.

"I'm going to go to the car and get our stuff. Stay in here. Don't leave. I'll be right back." Blaine handed him the television remote. "You can watch TV if you want." Kurt looked at the remote. It looked intimidating.

"No. I'll just wait for you to come back."

"Okay." Blaine caressed his face. "I promise I'll be right back."

Kurt watched him leave nervously. He looked around the room. It was strange. The room felt...alive. Like there was energy moving through the walls. He took off his shoes and moved back on to the bed, leaning against the headboard. He inhaled deeply. Mmm. It all smelled of Blaine. He found the scent intoxicating. He kept taking deep breaths. His body relaxed into the bed. He felt sleepy despite having slept that afternoon and on the car ride. His head felt dizzy. He was tired. Maybe he needed another nap. He closed his eyes...

Blaine entered the room quietly with their bags. He looked at Kurt, asleep on the bed. He hadn't expected the sleeping pills to work so quickl,y but that was okay. He wanted Kurt to rest. It was okay for him to drug his own boyfriend, if it was for his own good. Blaine had spent many hours dreaming of Kurt in his bed, and now, here he was. Blaine carefully and lovingly undressed him. He ran his hands all over Kurt's naked body and, just as he had done earlier, he kissed every mark and bruise. He pulled out Kurt's pajamas from his bag, dressed him and placed him under the covers. Kurt didn't wake up once.

He took the tennis bag of money and stashed it in his closet. He took a shower and got dressed. He needed to go downstairs and listen to the conversation. He needed to know what people were saying about the fire. The darkness swirled around inside him. He looked at Kurt. Should he lock him in? He really wanted to, but he didn't want Kurt to wake up, try the door and panic. Hopefully, he would just stay asleep.

He kissed him softly and went downstairs.