Finally, Kurt and Blaine found themselves enjoying some peace.

James threw himself into the re-election campaign. Promoting Meghan to campaign manager had been an outstanding idea. She was smart and full of great ideas. The team felt inspired by her optimism and drive and most importantly, they respected and trusted her leadership. James was impressed. He also wondered why he had never noticed how attractive Meghan was. She certainly wasn't as beautiful as Elaine, but she had a beautiful smile and a great set of breasts. She ran every morning at 5:00 am so, her legs were lovely. How had he missed all that?

Elaine practically moved in with her sister. Since school was out, Eleanor had her hands full with the kids so, she appreciated Elaine coming over to help out. They went to the pool or the park everyday. Elaine spent the time away from home, thinking. She knew she had some decisions to make. She just wasn't ready to make them.

With James and Elaine gone all the time, Blaine was thrilled to finally share his magnificent home with his boyfriend. His goal was to fuck Kurt in every room of the house and his tree house.

The boys fell into a comfortable routine. Pete and Blaine would practice in the morning while Kurt worked at the shop with his dad until around Noon. They would meet at Blaine's house around 2:00 pm. There were more rooms in the Anderson home so it was taking them a while to make their way through the entire house. Especially since they kept revisiting their favorite places. Kurt loved the dinning room. The ceiling was a mirror type material and the table was the perfect height for him to lay on while Blaine stood in front of him and fucked him. Kurt loved being able to watch Blaine screwing him. It was the sexiest, hottest thing he had ever seen.

Blaine loved the basement because of the wall space. Taking Kurt against the wall was hands down his favorite way of fucking his boyfriend. He loved the rough, brutality of it. He would pick Kurt up and slam him into the wall. Kurt would hold on to him so tightly, digging his nails into his skin, that he drew blood. Kurt's groans and the sound of his body hitting the wall did something to the darkness in Blaine that he couldn't describe. It would get super hot and, if Blaine allowed it to, it would encircle their bodies and slam Blaine into Kurt even harder. Blaine didn't want to admit that he liked the violent nature of this position. Afterward, he would lovingly kiss the bruises on Kurt's back. He always felt bad about the bruising, but Kurt never seemed to mind. Blaine got the feeling that Kurt was just as turned on by the whole thing as he was.

The only problem with all this fucking was that they weren't researching anything, something Kurt pointed out repeatedly.

"Blaine, I thought you said we were going to snoop around your dad's office today."

"We will," said Blaine as he unzipped Kurt's pants.

"Then why are you unzipping my pants?"

"I need to see your dick first."

"Why? Blaine...why...Blaine? Ohhh...Blaine..."

Finally, Kurt put his foot down. "We need to do this. You can't keep getting stronger. People are going to start thinking you are on steroids."

"I am. A steroid called Kurt."

But Blaine knew Kurt was right. Pete had withdrawn from all singles matches against him. "I only want you playing with me, not against me. I know how powerful you are. I'm not about to let you kill me on the court." Other players eyed Blaine warily. He looked like he could kill someone with a tennis ball. He and Pete had won every doubles match so far and it was assumed that Blaine would win every singles match, once the singles games started. The match director was growing worried because no one wanted to play against him.

So, Blaine allowed Kurt to drag him from their fuck fest to scope out former staff members in Columbus. The state house records office proved their best source of information since Congressman Jim had been in office prior to the age of computers. Blaine was impressed with Kurt's patience and determination. The files were old and dusty, but Kurt was on a mission. He painstakingly went through every file, taking notes and pestering the records administrator with questions.

On Wednesday, they sat in Blaine's room, deciding who to approach first. Blaine had hung his grandfather's portrait on the wall of his room. Kurt stared at it.

"I wish he could just tell us."

Blaine gave him a weary look. "I think I have enough strange stuff in my life Kurt. I don't need portraits to start talking to me." Blaine didn't tell Kurt that sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would wake up and look at the portrait, thinking he heard someone calling him. He had contemplated taking it down and hanging it somewhere else in the house, but he was scared his dad would throw it out.

"Okay, so who are we going to see?"

Kurt became very businesslike. "These are the people I think would be the most likely to know something."

Jacob Carter – Chief of Staff

Meggie Roberts – Secretary

O McDougal – Chief Strategist

"O McDougal?" Blaine thought for a moment. "I've heard that name before. I think he was a good friend of my grandparents."

Kurt beamed. "Perfect. I think we should start with Meggie Roberts, then Jacob Carter and save O for last. What kind of name is O?"

"I'm sure it stands for something. Maybe my mom will know."

Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully. "Is there anyway you could ask your dad? He would have grown up knowing these people."

Blaine shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. He hasn't spoken to me since our fight. I'm not about to ask him anything." Blaine looked at Kurt. The two had never discussed that night. Blaine knew Kurt had driven to Westerville to make sure he was okay, but he didn't know Kurt and his mom had talked or that she knew about the ring. Blaine's voice was quiet.

"You know...I heard your voice that night."

Kurt looked at him. "Yes. I know."

"I would have killed my father."

Kurt nodded. "I know."

Blaine pushed Kurt back on to the floor and climbed on top of him. He lightly ran his tongue along Kurt's lips before sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned into the kiss and tried to maintain control of his senses.

"Blaine...stop...we have to find addresses for these people..."

Blaine didn't stop. Instead, he lowered his body and started rubbing their cocks against one another. He started kissing Kurt's neck, working his way down his chest.

"You are so beautiful and you are mine...mine...mine. All mine. Forever and ever and ever."

Kurt hummed and moaned in response. "Mmmm. Yes. Yours, yours, yours."

Blaine came back up and looked into Kurt's eyes. His eyes grew dark and he wrapped his control around Kurt.

"I love you so much Kurt. Do you love me?"

"Yes. I love you. So very much."

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, master. Only you."

Blaine groaned. He stood up, took off his boxers and sat down on top of Kurt. He tightened his control.

"I wanna fuck your mouth."

Kurt moaned. "Yes master." Blaine scooted up further on his chest until he was at the right angle. Kurt opened his mouth and accepted Blaine's cock. It filled his mouth completely, sliding down his throat comfortably. Blaine started moving in and out, moaning at the lovely sensation of Kurt's lips and warm tongue. Kurt closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking lightly. He didn't have to do much. In this position, Blaine was in control. Kurt smiled to himself. To think that just a few months ago, he had been terrified to swallow.

Blaine sped up. He warned Kurt, as he neared his orgasm.

"Ugh, Kurt...I'm gonna fucking... explode...swallow beautiful...swallow all of it...ugh..."

Kurt readied himself as Blaine poured his cum down his throat. Kurt closed his lips around Blaine's dick and moaned as he swallowed. Blaine thought he might come again, just from the sounds Kurt made. He shivered as Kurt kept licking his softening cock. He finally slid out and moved down Kurt's body, laying on top of him. Kurt wrapped his arms around him. How were they ever going to get anything done?

They lay there for half an hour before Kurt insisted they try to find addresses for Jacob, Meggie and O.

They started with Meggie. Since she had been secretary, they figured she might have contact information for the other two. They searched online and found a listing for a Charles and Meggie Roberts in Columbus. Kurt made the call.

Turned out Meggie had died of a stroke a year earlier. Her husband remembered Congressman Jim and thought highly of him. He'd been a good boss to his wife and she had enjoyed working for him.

Kurt sighed. "Nothing exciting there."

Next was Jacob Carter. He was a semi-retired attorney with the Columbus firm of Carter Wilcox & Saxbe. Being semi-retired, he would be more than happy to help a high school student doing research on Congressman Jim. He had nothing but time.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt, I don't think we are going to learn anything about the darkness from him. I think we are going to hear hundreds of political war stories."

"But that will be interesting!"

"Maybe for you. You forget what family I'm from. I hate politics."

"Well, its a start. And maybe he knows where O McDougal is living."

They agreed to meet Friday at 10 am.