James sat in the campaign update meeting, staring at Meghan. She was listening intently to each of the campaign district captains and taking notes. Would she be willing to have an affair with him? He had no intentions of leaving Elaine, of course. Elaine was his wife of 22 years. She took good care of him and of their home. She was loyal and faithful and a good political wife. Attractive and personable. People liked her. No, he wasn't interested in divorcing Elaine.

But, he was interested in banging Meghan.

He was very, very interested in banging Meghan. As a matter of fact, he would like to take her on the very table they were sitting at.

James twirled his wedding band around his finger.

Would she be interested? She looked up and saw him staring at her. She looked slightly confused at his expression, but she smiled.

Yes, James definitely wanted Meghan. He wondered if she wanted him.

Elaine took a sip of her latte and looked out the window. She was sitting alone in the Lima Bean. When she left her sister's last night, she told her she wouldn't be back for the weekend. Elaine loved her nieces and nephews, but she needed a break. She also needed to come to terms with her decision.

She'd been married for 22 years. The first half of their marriage had been exciting and fun, as James ran for office and she ran after Blaine. They had been a good family. There was a lot of love in their home.

Her inability to have children, coupled with Blaine being gay, ruined it. Destroyed the love. The love had been replaced by disappointment, anger and disgust. Elaine didn't blame Blaine. She blamed James for being unable to accept that their lives hadn't turned out the way they had planned. And, she blamed herself. Not for Blaine being gay, but for going along with James. For not thinking for herself. Her son was the most gorgeous creature she'd ever seen and yet, she had allowed James to make her push Blaine away. She allowed her husband to abuse her son and to destroy their relationship. She was a rotten mother and a weak woman.

It was time for things to change.

Elaine was in her late 40s. She was still attractive. She could find someone else. Someone who would love her and not care that she couldn't have children. And not care that her beautiful son was gay.

Elaine wanted out of her marriage.

When Blaine arrived home from tennis practice on Friday, he was instantly in a bad mood. Why the hell were both his mother and father at home? Blaine had grown spoiled. James and Elaine had rarely been home that past month, so the boys were used to having the house to themselves. They were close to accomplishing Blaine's goal of having sex in every room of the house. Today they were supposed to conquer the kitchen. Kurt had decided Blaine should turn him into a cupcake. All day, Blaine had been daydreaming about licking icing off of Kurt's body.

Plus, it was Friday. Kurt was going to spend the night and go with Blaine to his first singles match on Saturday. It was against Roger Coswell and Blaine couldn't wait to demolish him. Blaine and Roger had gone to the same school before Blaine transferred to Dalton. Roger had been one of the main instigators of Blaine beat downs. He had been the leader of one particularly brutal attack. They had jumped Blaine in the boys locker room and beaten him senseless. The damage would have been worse if the gym teacher hadn't finally walked in. He made them stop, but he hadn't been too concerned about a bunch of students beating up the school fag. No one was punished.

Roger had been talking smack all week about how he wasn't scared of playing against a sissy faggot like Anderson. He didn't care what everyone was saying about Blaine's game. Straight beats gay, everyday. Blaine planned to murder him with a tennis ball.

In preparation for this match, Blaine wanted to fuck Kurt all afternoon and into the night. And Kurt was ready and willing. Ever since their visit to O, things between them had changed. Their relationship had moved to a new intense level, as if that were possible. Their love for each other had grown stronger and deeper. There was no doubt and no questions. Kurt and Blaine belonged together. Blaine was the master and Kurt was the slave and they each embraced their role with passion and commitment. Kurt's enslavement was complete. He felt Blaine's control and ownership of him at all times, whether they were together or apart. Kurt joyously wrapped himself in the feeling. He was so happy, he could barely stand it.

Blaine had gone through both a physical and mental shift. Physically, the heat of the darkness had leveled off. His body was still very warm, but not as hot as in the days leading up to their visit to O. The darkness was stronger, but calm. Blaine would never admit it, but he felt a certain amount of relief from the fact that Kurt could also control the power within him. Knowing he had Kurt was comforting and made him stronger and more confident.

Blaine loved being a master and he completely understood why the darkness lived in the dark side of one's nature. Blaine enjoyed erotic gratification from the fact that Kurt was his slave. When Kurt was on his knees in front of him, staring into his eyes, Blaine could completely understand how things could get cruelly and abusively out of control without the love. The enslavement of another, tied to sex, was fucking hot. Too hot and too dangerous to exist without an equally as strong love. He was thankful to his great-grandmother for making love a requirement of their relationship. His love for Kurt consumed him as much as the darkness and he was grateful for the balance.

Blaine entered the house and stopped. It was quiet. Maybe they were getting dressed to go out. He sure hoped so.

He went upstairs to take a shower and wait for Kurt. Since his parents were home, he actually put on clothes. Kurt arrived around 2:00 pm. He had noticed the cars as well. He stood in the kitchen nervously.

"Maybe we should go out?"

"No, I don't want to. I've been looking forward to seeing you all day."

"You saw me yesterday. I think you've been looking forward to licking me all day."

Blaine's dick hardened. "Yeah, that too."

They went up to Blaine's room and decided to just hang out for a while. Blaine started playing on his i Pad while Kurt started rearranging Blaine's closet. Blaine was very neat, but Kurt liked things color coordinated. Blaine just hung stuff wherever. He did it on purpose. He liked having Kurt rearrange his closet. As he watched him, he asked the one question he revisited on a weekly basis.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a stay-at-home husband?"

Kurt gave him a dirty look. "Seriously? You want to go there, again?"

"I just thought I'd check and see if you changed your mind, now that you understand that you are my slave."

Kurt felt waves of desire roll through him. He loved hearing Blaine say the words, you are my slave.

"Sorry master. I have beautiful fashion designs to share with the world."

"You know I'll take care of you. You don't have to work."

"I don't doubt that for a second, Blaine. I know you will take care of me. And, I will take care of you. We will take care of each other and we will both work."

Blaine dropped it. He knew it was a losing battle. He also knew he could command Kurt to stay home, but he would never, ever do that. He loved him too much.

Suddenly, they heard yelling.

"No! It's out of the question!"

"You don't get to decide this!"

"Like hell I don't! You can just forget it! I can't believe you would even suggest such a thing!"

Kurt shot Blaine a fearful look. Blaine felt the darkness start to swirl around and heat up. He got up and opened his bedroom door. He and Kurt sat down on the bed and listened.

"I'm not happy and I know you aren't either! Aren't you tired of being unhappy?"

"Frankly, I don't give a shit about being happy! I can't afford to worry about being happy. I'm trying to save my fucking career. I can't believe you would bring this up now! You're so selfish!"

"I'm selfish? You have some nerve! Your selfishness destroyed our family!"

"I didn't destroy shit! And, hell! What family? We never had a family! You couldn't give me a family!"

"We have a beautiful son who you..."

"Don't mention that fucked up faggot to me! There ain't shit beautiful about Blaine!"

"How can you say that?"

Silence.

Kurt looked at Blaine. What a horrible thing to hear your father say about you. Blaine seemed unfazed.

They started talking again.

"James, I want out."

"No. Now drop it."

"James, I'm leaving and you can't stop me."

"You are my wife and you are staying here. Now, drop this shit and get dressed. We have a banquet to attend."

"No."

"Elaine..."

"No! I want out!"

It was quiet for a moment and then they heard Elaine scream.

"Take your hands off of me!"

Blaine shot out of the room, running down the hall, followed by Kurt.

James had grabbed Elaine's shoulders and backed her up against the wall. He was holding her there and screaming.

"You are my wife! You're not leaving me!"

"Yes, I am! Let me go!"

"Get off of her!"

James turned and looked at the two boys standing in the doorway. For a moment, he was thrown off by Kurt's presence. He'd never actually seen him in person.

"Get out! This is between your mother and I."

Blaine's eyes were black. Kurt could feel the heat rippling off of his body. Oh, no...

"Let go of my mother."

James released Elaine and glared at Blaine.

"I'm tired of doing this with you. Get out of our room."

"No. I think you should leave."

"Don't you dare try to order me out of my house! This is my fucking house, you little freak! If anyone is leaving, it's you and your whore!"

Blaine closed his eyes...Kurt started to panic.

"Blaine...don't. Please Blaine. You don't want to do this."

Blaine opened his eyes. They were the deepest black Kurt had ever seen. He took Blaine's arm. "Let's just go."

"Not until he let's my mother leave."

James looked incredulous. "Oh, really? Well, your mother isn't going anywhere except to a banquet tonight." He turned to Elaine. "Get dressed."

"No. James...I'm leaving you. I want a divorce. You can stay in the house. I'll leave..."

"You are not leaving and we are not getting a divorce!"

"James..."

"No!"

"Yes!" Elaine started walking towards the door. James grabbed her arm and jerked her back.

Kurt could sense it. "Blaine...don't."

Elaine tried to pull away. "Get off of me!"

"Let her go!"

"Shut up and get out!"

"James, let go of me! You're hurting my arm!"

"No!"

"Yes!" Elaine wrenched her arm free. James jumped forward and grabbed her. In that moment, all the stress, the hurt and the loss came crashing down on James. He had already lost Phil, his offices, and he was losing the election. And now, his wife wanted to leave him. A dark rage erupted in James...

And he back-slapped his wife.

The crack of his hand hitting her face echoed through the room.

Kurt screamed.

Blaine attacked.

A ripple of fear rolled off of Blaine and attached itself to James, trapping him. James fell to the floor as intense pain shook his body. His chest was tight and he couldn't breathe. He was rolling on the floor, trying to lift his hands to his throat to stop the choking, but he couldn't move.

Kurt ran over to Elaine who was in the corner, on the floor, watching her son torture her husband. "Mrs. Anderson, come on! Let's get out of here!" But Elaine wouldn't move. She just watched James rolling around on the floor.

Kurt grimaced as he looked at James. It was such a sick, disturbing sight. James's eyes were wide with terror, his mouth open, but no sound was coming out. His body rolled and twitched on the floor as his arms remained pinned to his sides, his legs straight.

Kurt looked at Blaine. Blaine looked eerily calm. His eyes were black and remained focused on his father. Kurt looked from Blaine to James, to Blaine and back to James again. James's body looked more tense. His chest tighter. Blaine was increasing the pain. The choking was stronger.

Blaine was going to kill his father.

Kurt jumped up and ran to him. "Blaine, no! Stop! Blaine, you can't kill him! You will go to jail! Stop! Blaine, listen to me! Release him!"

Blaine wasn't listening. He wanted his father dead. He released his father's throat so he could hear his screams. He wanted to hear his father scream as he died slowly. Very, very slowly. Blaine planned to draw this out. He was going to torture the mother-fucker for hours.

Kurt was pleading with him. "Blaine, please! Please don't kill him! Please Blaine!"

Blaine didn't break his stare from his father's body. He simply reached out his hand and grasped Kurt's arm. He then thought what he needed to say.

Take my mother and go downstairs to the kitchen and wait. Now.

Kurt's eyes fluttered close and then open as he heard the command in his head. He felt the full weight of his enslavement to Blaine ripple through him.

Kurt turned and went to Elaine. She was still sitting in the corner, mesmerized by the scene taking place in front of her. It took Kurt a few tries to get her to listen to him. He pulled her to her feet and started dragging her across the room towards the door. As they passed Blaine, she stopped and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Blaine, you are my only child. I can't see my only child go to jail. Don't kill him."

Blaine didn't move. Instead, he increased his father's pain and took pleasure in the loud scream that followed. He could feel his father's life slowly slipping away and he liked the feeling. He didn't avert his gaze.

Kurt and Elaine left.

Blaine folded his arms and closed his eyes. He controlled everything with his mind. He listened to his father's screams and pleas for mercy. He kept increasing the pain level. Bit by bit. Minute by minute. He relished the slow ebb of life leaving James's body. It tasted delicious.

He brought James to the painful brink of death.

And only then did he release him.

Blaine walked downstairs and was surprised to see his mother and Kurt, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking wine. He grabbed a glass of water and joined them.

Kurt was looking at him, his eyes full of fear. So, Blaine can kill without allowing the darkness to take over. How lovely to know.

Elaine spoke first.

"Is he...did you..."

Blaine's voice was calm and conversational. "No, I didn't kill him."

Elaine and Kurt both sighed in relief.

"I'm leaving him Blaine. I want a divorce."

Blaine nodded.

"Do you want to come live with me?"

"Yes."

"I'm not sure what kind of place I can get. I don't have a lot of my own money and until the divorce is final..." Elaine suddenly looked scared.

"Don't worry about it mom. I have money. We'll find a nice place with three bedrooms."

"Blaine...a three bedroom apartment is expensive."

"Don't worry about it."

"How could you possibly have enough money for a three bedroom apartment?"

He smiled at her. "Trust me."

They sat in silence for a while until Elaine stood up. "I'm going to my sister's. I can't stay here anymore. Do you want to come?"

Blaine glanced at Kurt. Hell no. He had a sexy ass boy to fuck all night.

"No, we'll stay here."

"What about your father?"

"He won't bother us."

Elaine nodded and went upstairs. James was lying on the floor, moaning. Elaine looked down at him. After 22 years of marriage, how could she care so little for this man? Instead of love and compassion, she felt empty. She felt nothing. She grabbed a suitcase out of their closet and packed. She took one last look at him and decided he should at least be off the floor. He cried out in pain as she roughly dragged him across the room and dumped him on the bed. She took one last look at him and left.

Down the hall, Blaine locked his bedroom door and turned to Kurt. Kurt had his pissed off bitch look. Blaine sighed. No sex yet.

"Okay. What is it?"

"What is it? What is it? Well, let's see. First, you almost kill your father tonight..."

Blaine interrupted. "Almost. But, I didn't so, next?"

"I didn't know you could kill someone without letting the darkness completely free."

Blaine didn't say anything. No, he hadn't bothered to mention this fact.

Kurt sighed. He stared at Blaine. Did it matter? At this point, did it really matter? No, it didn't because, Kurt was in this. In this to the end. He gave Blaine a sexy look. Blaine arched his eyebrows. That was a quick change of mood.

"Tell me Blaine Anderson. What else can you do?"

Blaine closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Damn, Kurt was sexy. Blaine walked over to him and kissed him deeply.

"I can bake."

Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. I can make cupcakes. Actually a Kurt cupcake. It's my specialty."

"Oh, well what luck. I just happen to have two containers of icing and two spatulas in my bag."

They went downstairs to the kitchen. Kurt announced that he had a surprise for Blaine. He hooked up his iPod to the speakers, climbed on top of the kitchen table and struck a pose. The room filled with burlesque music and Kurt proceeded to strip to the music while Blaine sat on the kitchen island and watched. Kurt had practiced and timed his routine perfectly, so when the music ended, he was naked and lying seductively on the table. Blaine hopped off the island and walked over, icing and spatula in hand. Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine began spreading icing all over his chest, his thighs and of course, his dick. He also coated his lips. Once he was done, he took off his clothes and started licking. He started with Kurt's lips and worked his way down. He took a long time with Kurt's cock, licking it up and down, deep-throating him and then sucking hard as he slowly pulled off, only to start again. He worked Kurt into a frenzy. Kurt came in his mouth and Blaine swallowed eagerly. The taste of Kurt's come, mixed with the icing was delicious.

Blaine took a warm washcloth and cleaned the leftover sticky icing residue off of Kurt's body. He climbed on top of the table and they sat facing each other, and just kissed. Deep, passionate, desirous kisses. After 20 minutes, Blaine announced that he had a new position for them to try. Was Kurt up for it?

Kurt nodded eagerly. Of course. He would do anything Blaine wanted to do.

Blaine climbed off the table and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. He told Kurt to stand in front of him, facing away so Blaine was looking at Kurt's back. He then pulled Kurt back as close as he could get him.

"Now, I want you to lower your ass on to my cock." Kurt shook a little. Now he knew why Blaine asked if he was up for this. Kurt had impaled himself on Blaine's cock before when they had sex in the park. It was a severe position. The fullness and intensity was fierce. Before, Blaine had been laying down and Kurt was on top of him. Doing it like this...oh, his ass was going to be sore tomorrow.

Blaine placed his hands on Kurt's hips and guided him slowly onto his cock. Kurt groaned as the tight sensation assaulted his senses. Once he was all the way down, Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist tightly.

"Now, I want you to lift yourself up and then come back down. Slow at first and then we will go faster."

Kurt slowly moved up, Blaine's arms helping him, and then came back down. Oh sweet mother of...

They did this a few times until Blaine commanded him to go faster. Kurt sped up.

Holy. Shit. Fuck.

Kurt started grunting every time he came back down. Blaine had never heard Kurt grunt before. He liked the sound. He tightened his hold on Kurt and told him to go faster.

Kurt was in sexual pleasure hell. This was torture, but he wasn't about to stop. Couldn't stop. It felt too fucking good and Blaine was unrelenting. They found a steady rhythm and Kurt found himself trapped between his desire and torment. Plus, Blaine whispering to him was driving him crazy.

"How do you feel beautiful? Is it good?"

"Oh...ugh...yes...so good...so...so full of cock...ugh."

"Can you take it beautiful? Can you handle it?"

"Yes...ohhhh...ugh...I can take it...I can take it."

"Good because I want you to fuck my cock with your ass and fuck it hard Kurt. Fuck it real hard."

Kurt sped up, grunting and groaning. Blaine couldn't remember him ever sounded so primitive. It was hot as fuck.

Blaine drove Kurt harder, lifting him up and bringing him down with a severity that made Kurt think he might pass out. Their rhythm was faster now and just when Kurt thought it couldn't get any hotter, Blaine reached around and started stroking him.

"I'm gonna come so hard up your ass Kurt and I want you to come hard too, beautiful."

Kurt couldn't answer. All he could do was grunt.

It was only a few more minutes before Blaine exploded with a scream. A few more strokes and Kurt joined him. Blaine couldn't remember Kurt ever screaming that loud. Kurt's orgasm racked his entire body and left him shaking. He passed out, slumped over with Blaine holding him tightly around the waist. Blaine stood up, careful not to let Kurt fall. He maneuvered around, picked him up and carried him to his bedroom. Blaine collapsed in bed next to him. Wow. That had to be the hottest fuck they had ever had. He looked at Kurt. They wouldn't be able to do this one often. He would save it for special occasions when he wanted to punish his slave.

As usual, Blaine awoke Saturday morning and stared at himself, naked in front of his mirror. His skin was dark, his hair a bit longer and his eyes three shades deeper. His body was strong, muscular and powerful.

He was going to kill Roger today.

Blaine crawled back into bed and started kissing Kurt's back. Kurt hummed and opened his eyes. Oh, his ass was sore. Last night had been brutal in the loveliest way possible. Despite the soreness, Kurt was willing to let Blaine take him again, if necessary.

"Do you feel ready for today?"

"Yes. I am going to obliterate Roger. I can't wait."

Blaine trailed his fingers down Kurt's back, over his ass and circled his finger around Kurt's entrance. Kurt hissed and whimpered.

"Are you sore?"

"Yes...but I can take it if you need me to."

Blaine inhaled deeply. The darkness was swirling around. It was still riding the high from yesterday's attack and last night's fucking. It wanted Blaine to take Kurt specifically because he was sore. Make him take it. No mercy.

Kurt flipped over on to his back and looked over at Blaine.

"Do you want me?" Please say yes. Last night's severity had left Kurt in a strange sexual mood. He wanted Blaine to punish his ass.

"Yes," said Blaine hungrily. "But, you get to choose how I take you."

Hmm...this was hard. Kurt thought for a moment. He wanted to be punished so...

"From behind."

Blaine's cock twitched in joy.

Kurt rolled over onto his stomach. He bent his knees and stretched his arms above his head, clasping his hands. He put his face into the mattress and wiggled his ass in the air.

Blaine watched him. Shit. He looked so vulnerable and available. Available for Blaine's cock. Blaine trapped Kurt in this position and Kurt moaned from the feeling of being helpless. Blaine slid in three fingers at one time, knowing it would hurt like hell. Kurt squealed. Oh, so good. His ass was on fire, but it was all so good. His master taking him like the slave he was. Kurt pushed against Blaine's fingers, hissing and whimpering. Blaine twisted his fingers and Kurt screamed.

Blaine wanted in that tight hole. He wanted to wreck it.

He slid himself in as Kurt wailed loudly. Blaine stroked in and out with smooth, punishing thrusts. "Take it Kurt. Take it. Take all of it." Kurt screamed and cried out. Oh, his ass was going to hurt like hell the rest of the day. As Blaine neared his orgasm, he pulled Kurt's hips tightly towards him and gave a forceful push. Kurt yelled and Blaine shot his cum up Kurt's ass. Kurt gasped from the hot, liquid filling him. Blaine moaned and melted into bliss. When he was done, he pulled out and Kurt fell forward on to the bed. Blaine laid on top of him. They both felt warm and relaxed. Blaine kissed the back of Kurt's neck.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome...master." Kurt smiled as he heard Blaine groan deeply.

They lay there for another 30 minutes before getting up to shower and dress.

"Do you have time to make me breakfast?"

"Sure. What do you want?"

"French toast, bacon and sausage."

As they stepped out of Blaine's room, Kurt thought about James.

"Should we check on your father?"

"Why?"

"Because you almost killed him last night!" Honestly.

Blaine shrugged. "He won't die from what I did. He'll just be in pain for a few days."

Kurt wasn't convinced. The last thing he wanted was for Blaine's dad to die after the fact, and Blaine to end up in jail without having had the satisfaction of actually killing him.

"Let's just make sure he's still alive."

Blaine frowned. "Fine."

Sure enough, James was still lying on the bed, just as Elaine had left him. He was moaning in his restless sleep as tiny, leftover ripples of pain attacked him. Blaine smiled at the sound of him groaning. He thought about attacking him with a fresh set of pain, but he knew Kurt wouldn't approve. Maybe he would get a chance to torture him later. Blaine laughed in his head. Yes, he was a sick, evil bastard. Oh, well. His father deserved it.

After breakfast, they headed to the match. Kurt was thrilled to see Tyler waiting for them. He threw his arms around him.

"Tyler! I'm so happy to see you!" Tyler smiled shyly.

"Hi Kurt."

Blaine looked at Tyler closely. Tyler looked good. Much better than the last time he had seen him.

"Are you doing okay Tyler?"

Tyler nodded. "Yes. Mark took good care of me. Um...thanks for coming to get me."

"No problem."

Blaine left to find Pete. Kurt and Tyler went to the viewing area to find seats. Once they were settled, Kurt began his interrogation.

"How did you meet Mark? When did you two start fooling around? Isn't he a lot older than us? Are things official now? What happened to you last weekend?"

Tyler laughed and started answering Kurt's slew of questions. About 5 minutes before the match was to begin, Kurt spied Elaine. He waved her over. What was she doing here?

"Hi."

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

Elaine looked embarrassed. "I thought I would come see Blaine play. It's been a while."

Kurt smiled at her and scooted over.

Tyler waved to her and then he and Kurt resumed their conversation. Elaine looked at Tyler. She knew his mother, Angela. They had been pregnant at the same time. Wow. Another beautiful, yet gay boy. What was in the water in Westerville? She wondered how Angela felt about her son being gay. Maybe she would call her and they could talk.

To his credit, Roger didn't roll over and play dead right away. Instead, he exhausted himself trying to keep up with Blaine. Once Blaine was sure he had worn him down, he stopped trying to hit the ball away from Roger. Instead, he aimed right at him and took great pleasure in Roger's yells as the ball hit him in the leg, the stomach, and his arm, leaving dark bruises each time. Finally, Blaine smashed the ball with so much power, it not only hit Roger in the head and knocked him out, the ball actually came apart.

Game over.

Blaine was pleased to see his mom standing with Kurt and Tyler.

"Oh, darling! You were magnificent." Blaine grinned.

"Excuse me?"

They all turned to look at a tall man with black hair and olive skin. He had warm eyes and a friendly smile.

"I just wanted to congratulate you on your win. You are a hell of a player."

"Thank you."

The man turned to Elaine. "My name is Joel. Joel Weinstein."

"Elaine Anderson."

Joel and Elaine stood there staring at each other.

"You must be very proud of your...son, I presume?"

"Yes, he's my son and yes, I'm very proud of him."

Blaine looked at her in surprise. She was?

"Your husband must be proud of him as well."

"Um...uh...I'm...we're actually separated. We're getting a divorce."

"Oh. I'm divorced. It can be rough. Do you have a good attorney?"

"Uh...no. This is a recent development."

"Well, my brother is an attorney if you need one. He handled my divorce."

"Oh."

Kurt, Blaine and Tyler stood there, watching Joel and Elaine stare at each other. Kurt took charge.

"Well, we were just about to go have lunch. Mr. Weinstein, why don't you join us?"

Blaine looked at Kurt as if he were nuts. They weren't planning to go to lunch.

Joel never took his eyes off of Elaine. "I'd love to."

"Mrs. Anderson, why don't you go find a table while Blaine takes a shower. We will join you shortly."

Elaine didn't take her eyes off of Joel. "Okay."

The two walked off to the restaurant. Once they were out of hearing, Tyler collapsed into a fit of giggles while Blaine looked at Kurt in complete confusion.

"What are you doing? We aren't having lunch here."

"Of course we're not silly. We are leaving."

"But you just said..."

Kurt kissed Blaine. "Come on. Let's go." Tyler's cell phone beeped.

"I'll see you guys later. Mark is done with his research for the day, so I'm going to see him."

Blaine was curious. He hadn't talked to Mark since giving him the box of voting reports.

"What's he working on?"

"Something about illegal voting reports and bribes to election officials."

Blaine smiled.