AUGUST – NEW YORK CITY

As they pulled up to the Stuyvesant Park Residence Hall, Kurt could not contain his excitement. They were here. They were really, really here. He squealed as he climbed out of the truck and looked at the building.

"Oh, Blaine! Doesn't it look wonderful?"

Blaine couldn't help but smile at Kurt's enthusiasm. He may not like their living arrangements, but he loved the look of joy and excitement on Kurt's face.

Once Kurt checked in and received his key and room number, they all started unloading his things. He had arrived before his roommate so, he quickly claimed his side of the room, closet and desk. Burt and Carol wandered around the residence hall, checking out the common areas and chatting with other parents. Once everything was moved in, Blaine went downstairs to lock the truck and to call his mom to see if she and Joel had arrived. They were supposed to meet him at his apartment.

Kurt stood in the middle of his room, closed his eyes, hugged himself and smiled.

He had finally made it.

New York City.

While he was standing there, a tall, well-dressed boy with brown hair and blue eyes stood in the doorway, watching him. He looked Kurt up and down. Yummy.

"Hello."

Kurt jumped and spun around.

"Oh! Hi." The boy walked into the room.

"Welcome, I'm Lake. Lake Ridgeway."

"I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"Nice to meet you Kurt. I assume you are a freshman?"

"Yes."

"I also assume and hope to heaven, you're gay?"

"Um...yes. I am."

Lake sighed lustfully. "Splendid. Well, welcome to Parsons. It is a fabulous school and I am a fabulous, sophomore, fashion design major. What about you?"

"I'm fashion design too."

"Wonderful." This was why Lake chose to remain in the dorms, despite being a sophomore. Lovely, freshmen boys like Kurt. Being in the dorm gave him first shot at all the new hotties before classes began.

Blaine walked into the room and Lake stopped breathing. He stared at Blaine. Forget Kurt. This. This is what I want and I want him now.

"Blaine, this is Lake Ridgeway. Lake, this is my boyfriend, Blaine Anderson."

Lake continued to stare at Blaine. Please, please, please let him be a student here.

"Pleased to meet you Blaine. Are you enrolled here too?"

"No. I'm at NYU. Pre-law and, I'm actually his fiancee." Blaine shot Kurt a look.

Lake glanced at Kurt. Who cares. Surely he could steal this gorgeous man from this delicate little flower. How did Kurt land him in the first place?

Blaine turned to Kurt. "Let's get you unpacked."

Lake sat down on the bed and started telling Kurt details about the dorm, the residence advisers and the classes. He never took his eyes off of Blaine. Damn. That body. Oh, the things that body could do to him. Lake promised himself to get Blaine into bed by Thanksgiving.

Once he'd had enough of staring at Blaine, he decided to go check out the other freshman options.

"I will leave you boys to it. Blaine, it was a pleasure meeting you. Please come visit Kurt often. Kurt...if you need anything, I'm right down the hall, room 303."

"Thank you." Kurt smiled. Lake smiled back. Maybe he would settle for just trying to snag Kurt. After all, Kurt was right down the hall.

After a few minutes, another boy appeared in the doorway. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and despite it being almost 90 degrees outside, he was wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans. Kurt felt hot just looking at him.

"Hey. I'm Drew Watson. I guess we're roommates."

"Hi. I'm Kurt Hummel."

Drew was from New Jersey, but didn't want to commute, so he chose to live in the dorm. He was a photography major. Blaine paid close attention as Kurt and Drew talked. Blaine decided Drew was most likely straight. He relaxed and felt better for the first time since they had arrived.

They left Drew alone to arrange his side of the room while they went to Blaine's apartment. Blaine was only 3 blocks away in a loft. Elaine and Joel were waiting for them when they pulled up.

Once everything was unloaded, the parents left to check into the hotel and rest. They would all meet in a few hours for dinner. Blaine looked at Kurt. He wanted him to stay with him and help set up his place, but he could sense Kurt's mood. Kurt wanted to go back to his dorm. Blaine reached out and took Kurt's hand.

"Come on. Let's walk back to your place." Kurt looked at Blaine and smiled. "Thank you." He knew Blaine wanted him to stay. "I promise, I'll come over tomorrow and do your closet and kitchen."

Blaine was pleased to see that he was only a 5-7 minute walk away. Once they reached the dorm, Kurt turned to Blaine.

"Do you want to come up?"

"No. Go set up your room and find out if Drew is gay or not. I think he's straight, but I want you to confirm." Kurt laughed. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's chest and locked eyes with him.

"You belong to me."

"And only you."

"You are my slave."

"You are my master."

"I love you."

"I love you."

Blaine kissed Kurt deeply and left.

Patience. Patience. Patience.

Blaine was determined to be patient.

But, damn it was hard.

The parents left Sunday afternoon after taking the boys to brunch. As promised, Kurt came over and organized Blaine's closet and kitchen. Blaine stared at Kurt's ass, as he bent over to organize pots and pans in a bottom cabinet. When Kurt stood up and turned around, he read the expression on Blaine's face. He smiled apologetically.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"There's a dorm orientation meeting tonight. I want to be there so I can meet everyone and hear what the residence hall advisers talk about. I'm sorry."

Blaine felt the darkness swirling around. He willed it to calm down and be patient. Kurt walked over to Blaine and caressed his hair.

"Blaine...I promise we will spend time together but...we have to get settled first."

"Fucking you is what settles me."

Kurt gave him a look. "You know what I mean."

Blaine took Kurt's hands in his. "Kurt, you need to understand something. This whole college thing is just a stepping stone to get me to where I want to be. I'm here because I have to be here to get into law school. I don't give a shit about orientations and clubs and pledging and all that crap. I just want the next four years to go by as quickly as possible so that I can go to law school, pass the bar and start my career. And start my life, with you."

"Blaine, this is our life. We have started life together. No, we aren't living together but...this is our life. We are here, in New York City. The place we dreamed of coming to. Please don't wish away the next four years. Let's enjoy them."

"I'd feel better if we were living together."

"I know, but I promise, I won't neglect you."

"Says the boy who is leaving me for dorm orientation."

Kurt sighed. "Let's get settled in first and then we will come up with a plan. Okay?"

"Okay, beautiful."

Blaine stood in his window and watched Kurt walk up the street.

How the hell was he going to get through the next four years?

Despite his claims of being uninterested in college life, Blaine found himself getting sucked into the busy college campus. He joined the Law Students Social Society, an organization for law students to network, do community service and drink. There seemed to be a society networking event or mixer with another law school, almost every weekend. Blaine was popular. His good looks and confidence drew women to him, as always, but even guys wanted to hang out with him. It was obvious Blaine was going to be successful and someone good to know in the future. A few, super ambitious students had googled Blaine and figured out who his family was. That made him even more desirable to have as a friend.

Through the law society, Blaine found a tennis partner named Steve McAdams. Like Pete, Steve didn't care that Blaine was gay. He was just happy to have someone to play with. Together, they joined the intramural tennis program. Blaine was still a powerful player, but he wasn't nearly as strong as he had been during the summer when he was screwing the hell out of Kurt. He tried not to dwell on this fact.

NYU didn't have a glee club, but they did have something called the Madrigal Singers, a coed ensemble of a capella performers. Blaine decided not to join. The society and tennis were enough. He planned to make the dean's list every semester.

And he wanted to spend time with Kurt.

That was a challenge.

Patience.

Kurt was in love with Parsons. He was in love with his classes, the students and the teachers. Everything was new, exciting and amazing. Finally, he was in a world where no one cared that he was gay and loved fashion. It was all fashion, all the time. And, for the first time ever, Kurt had a gay friend besides Blaine.

Warren Slater was a freshman from Connecticut. His curly brown hair reminded Kurt of Tyler. His brown eyes were warm and friendly. He lived on the same floor as Kurt and was majoring in architecture and lighting. The two hit it off immediately since Warren had a keen sense of fashion and an eye for what was cutting edge. Kurt couldn't understand why someone as fashionable as Warren, wasn't a fashion design major.

"Honestly Warren. Your sense of style actually rivals mine. And that's saying something." Warren blushed. One night over pizza, he leveled with Kurt about his chosen major. "My father wouldn't allow me to do fashion design. He doesn't see it as a viable career choice. Architecture and lighting, that he understands. Fashion, not so much." Warren looked sad for a moment before continuing. "Architecture, he can explain to his friends. Fashion design...well, that sounds too gay." Kurt looked at him. "But, Warren...surely your father knows..." Warren nodded. "Doesn't mean he's happy about it."

"Well, you will be the best dressed and most talented architect around and you will always be well-lit with lighting that shows off your best side. And every side of you, is your best side." Warren beamed. Warren knew he had a little crush on Kurt. Okay, maybe a big crush. But, he also knew Blaine would kick his ass.

Blaine.

Warren could not figure out the relationship between Kurt and Blaine. Kurt was one of the nicest, most confident and talented people, Warren had ever met. But, around Blaine...Kurt changed. He was still Kurt, but something always felt off to Warren. Their relationship seemed very odd. Intense. Blaine looked at Kurt as if he were his property and acted as if he would shoot anyone who came on to his land. Warren noticed that Blaine's eyes never left Kurt for a second. He could tell they really loved each other, but there was something about the way Blaine stared at Kurt. His eyes were full of love and something else. Something Warren couldn't name.

At first, Blaine was not crazy about Warren's friendship with Kurt. Warren could understand his concern. Kurt was beautiful. But, Warren assured Blaine that his only interest in Kurt was friendship.

"Look Blaine, there's no need for you to be all evil towards me. Kurt and I are only friends. I'm not the kind of guy who goes around stealing other guys boyfriends. Besides, Kurt loves you so much, he can't be stolen away."

"That's right. He belongs to me. Just make sure you remember that and tell everyone else. Especially that stupid Lake kid."

Warren laughed. "Yeah, Lake is something else. But, I don't think he has eyes for Kurt." Warren grinned and gave Blaine a knowing look. Blaine made a face. "Yuck. I'll pass."

After that, Blaine relaxed about Kurt's friendship with Warren, but Warren remained intrigued by the dynamics between Kurt and Blaine.

It was all very strange.

And, why did Blaine's eyes look like they changed colors depending upon his mood?

Professor Walter Murray looked through his class list of freshman, pre-law students. No one's name stood out. He always checked the class list, in-depth, just in case some senator's kid had enrolled. Last thing he needed was to get in trouble for saying something about the wrong political party.

No one interesting in Tuesday's class. On to Wednesday.

Anderson, Blaine.

Hmm...

He pulled up the main site for student records.

Anderson, Blaine. Freshman. Pre-law. Westerville, Ohio.

Westerville, Ohio?

This could be the kid. This could be the one.

He picked up the phone.

"Hi, it's me. I think I may have found Anderson for you. Let's meet on Friday to discuss."

X-X-X-X-X

Mike Huntel sat patiently at the Saxbe Club, waiting for Walter Murray to show up. He sipped his bourbon and sighed. He doubted the professor had found the right kid. This wasn't the first time he had gotten overly excited about a kid with the last name of Anderson. Professor Murray came hurrying over. Was it a rule that college professors had to look sloppy and be covered in chalk dust? Don't they use whiteboard these days?

"Evening Mike. Sorry to be running late."

"No problem. How have you been?"

"Oh, fine, fine. Busy. Start of the new school year and all that."

"So. What do you have for me?"

"I'm sure you were reluctant to get your hopes up after last year's mistake, but this time, I really think he's the one you've been looking for."

Professor Murray slid a folder across the table. Mike opened it and looked at the photo.

"Good-looking kid. Anderson, Blaine. Age 18. Dalton Academy. High Honors. 4.9 GPA. Must have taken a lot of advanced placement classes. Westerville, Ohio."

Mike stopped and looked at Walter.

"Westerville, Ohio? The Congressman was from Westerville, Ohio."

Walter was practically jumping out of his seat. "You see? See? I think this is the right kid. I took the liberty of doing a little research. Look at the next page."

Mike flipped pages. It was a print out of the about page from the Anderson for State Senate website. Mike read out loud. "The Anderson Family has a tradition of public service starting in the 1920's with..." he scanned down until he reached the next section. "Congressman Jim Anderson, Republican – Ohio..." he trailed off and looked up at Mike. Mike was grinning. "See? See? This has to be the grandson. This has to be the right kid."

Mike sat back.

Finally.

But wait...

"Hold on. Have you met this...Blaine? Did you notice anything special about him?"

Walter shifted nervously. "Well...no. But, I do these little...chat sessions with 6 or 8 students a few times a month so that I can try and get to know them a bit better. All of my pre-law classes have over 100 students. The sessions are a way for me to put a name with a face. I've invited Anderson to one on Tuesday. You can attend as a guest and check him out for yourself."

Mike smiled. "Excellent. Thank you Professor. I will make sure I'm there."

Professor Murray smiled and sat back in his seat. This was wonderful. This had to be the right kid. Would it be wrong to bring up his finders fee, now? Maybe he should wait until after he meets the kid? On the other hand, he really wanted to move out of his neighborhood. He was almost mugged the other night. There was a lovely brownstone for sale over in Chelsea...

"Uh, Mike. Not to jump the gun...um, but...about my finders fee..." Mike waved his hand. "Don't worry. I haven't forgotten. If this is the kid and he has what I want, you'll get your fee."

"Blaine, don't downplay this. I think it's wonderful and a good sign."

It was Friday evening and Kurt was lying, naked on Blaine's bed eating pizza. Blaine was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, staring at Kurt and trying to be patient. All he wanted to do was fuck Kurt until he broke into little pieces. But, Kurt had arrived hungry and eager to download about his week. Blaine wasn't sure why he hadn't expected this. It was what they had been doing for the past month. On Fridays, Kurt would come over to Blaine's apartment to spend the night. They would get up on Saturday and after Kurt fixed breakfast, Blaine would head to the law library while Kurt returned to his dorm to work on his projects. Kurt would return to Blaine's Saturday night. Sometimes they would go out, but usually they stayed in and watched a movie or just talked. And fucked.

Blaine had told Kurt about Professor Murray inviting him to his Tuesday night chat.

"Kurt, it's really not a big deal. I think he invites all his students sooner or later in order to get to know us."

"Maybe so, but he didn't have to pick you so early in the semester."

"My last name starts with A. I'm always first."

"Oh. That is true." Kurt pouted. Blaine laughed. Kurt was so cute and adorable and sexy and...Blaine missed him. He wanted the next four years over. Now. He walked over to the bed and pushed Kurt on to his back. He climbed on top of him, straddling his body and then pulled Kurt up so they were facing each other.

"I miss you so fucking much during the week."

"I think you miss fucking me during the week."

"Yeah. That too. I miss my slave. I need him near me."

Kurt batted his eyes and made a submissive face. "I miss my master. It's hard to be away from him."

"You don't have to be. You could sleep with your master every night."

"Yes. I could. And my master and I would fail out by December." Blaine kissed Kurt slow and deep, his tongue searching his mouth, exploring his taste. Oh, how he had missed this mouth. Blaine shifted to his knees and pushed Kurt back on to the bed. His eyes turned three shades deeper as he stared into Kurt's eyes. He wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock and started to stroke slowly.

"I love you so much, beautiful. I've been dreaming of your cock all week." Kurt moaned. "No more dreaming. It's yours. All of me is yours." Blaine inhaled deeply. "Yes. You belong to me." He bent down and took Kurt's cock into his mouth, sliding up and down slowly. Kurt gasped and laced his fingers into Blaine's hair, gripping hard. Blaine teased him, slowly taking it into his mouth and then slowly pulling off. He waited until Kurt was begging. "Please...Blaine...more...please..." Blaine sped up his movements and then slowly slid two fingers into Kurt's hole. Kurt hissed and immediately pushed against the fingers. He had missed this just as much as Blaine. Blaine added two more fingers, twisting them roughly, causing Kurt to groan loudly. Blaine continued sucking Kurt's cock and twisting his fingers until Kurt was yelling. "Please Blaine! Please! Oh! I'm gonna..." Kurt's cum shot down Blaine's throat. Blaine eagerly swallowed. Kurt was so delicious. He really must talk him into spending the night during the week.

X-X-X-X-X

The next morning, Blaine watched Kurt preparing breakfast in nothing but his apron. It was one of the things Kurt had agreed to as part of the deal for him to live in the Parsons dorms. When he was at Blaine's, he had to be naked. He could wear the apron, but that was it.

Blaine stared at him with love and desire. Why wouldn't Kurt agree to be a stay-at-home husband? If he would, Blaine could have this every morning, and their lives would be so much easier. Kurt would always be right there, available to him. Blaine noticed that Kurt was doing his I really want something big dance. Blaine sighed. These days, the things Kurt wanted were not things Blaine could simply buy. And, they usually involved the two of them being apart.

"What is it, Kurt?"

"What?"

"What do you want to do?"

"What makes you think I want to do anything?"

"I own you. You are my slave and I know you. What is it that you want?"

Kurt looked at Blaine nervously. He knew this one wasn't going to be easy. He took a deep breath.

"Well...Parsons is going to have a little mini break next week. No classes on Thursday or Friday." Kurt stopped.

Blaine relaxed. Oh, okay. This is good. Kurt wants to go somewhere. Blaine couldn't skip class, but he was usually done by 2:00 pm on Fridays...

"Warren has invited me to go home with him for the weekend. Meet his parents, see his house..." Kurt stopped talking.

Blaine's eyes had turned black and his expression was dark and menacing. His voice was low and very quiet. Too quiet.

"Are...you...asking...me...if...you...can...spend...the...weekend...with...another...man?"

Kurt stepped back. It has been a long time since he had been scared of Blaine. But now, he was trembling slightly.

"Blaine, you know it's not like that. Warren and I are friends. Just friends."

Blaine slowly walked towards Kurt. Kurt found himself trapped against the refrigerator. Blaine leaned in and softly kissed Kurt's neck, sucking lightly.

Kurt knew he was in trouble.

"Kurt...who do you belong to?"

Kurt's voice was a whisper. "I belong to you."

"And what are you?"

"Your slave."

"Say it again."

"I'm your slave." Kurt closed his eyes. Blaine was kissing his neck and gently massaging Kurt's cock. Ohh...Kurt was in big trouble.

"Yes, Kurt. You are my slave. I own you. And. I. Don't. Share."

Kurt knew he was pushing it, but since he was in trouble already...

"I am loyal to you and only you. Warren is just a friend. I've always wanted to visit Connecticut and..."

Blaine interrupted him. "The answer is no. And apparently, all this separation has left you confused about the nature of our relationship. I think you need a hard reminder. Go get a chair."

Kurt closed his eyes. Why, why, why did this turn him on? What was wrong with him? He should be mad at Blaine for being so unreasonable. Instead, he's excited about being punished.

Kurt took one of the chairs from the small kitchen table and placed it in the middle of the room. Blaine walked over and sat down. "Down Kurt." Kurt slowly lowered himself down on to Blaine's cock. Oh, super, hot, hell. It had been a while since they had done this, and Kurt had forgotten just how full Blaine's huge cock felt up his ass in this position. Blaine wrapped his arms around him.

"Up Kurt."

Kurt slowly moved up and then down. He let out a small wail as he came down. Damn the intensity was so strong.

"Don't start screaming yet. We are just getting started."

Blaine drove Kurt up and down, harder and faster, until Kurt was groaning out little shuddering cries mixed with loud grunts. Kurt finally started begging for mercy, but Blaine ignored his pleas.

"You need to remember who you belong to. And it's not Warren. You are mine. Mine! Mine! Mine!"

Kurt started screaming. "Yours! Yours! Yours!"

Blaine was merciless. They were covered in sweat and Kurt was pleading and promising.

"Please... Blaine...please...promise... won't ever..."

"No mercy for you beautiful. You have to take it and take it hard. I want you sore for weeks. I want you to feel sore and think of me with every step you take."

Kurt reached the point where he was incoherent. Just when he thought he would pass out, Blaine said, "Up and off!" Kurt gratefully lifted himself off of Blaine's cock, but Blaine marched him over to the kitchen table and pushed his down, face first, bent over the table. Kurt braced himself as Blaine slammed into him. Kurt screamed and begged. "Blaine...ugh...ugh...please...oh ...Blaine!" Blaine ignored him. He dug his hands into Kurt's hips and punishingly fucked him. Blaine finally reached around and took Kurt's cock in his hand and began to firmly stroke, driving Kurt towards his orgasm. They came at the same time. Blaine purposely caught some of Kurt's cum in his hand. He turned Kurt around to face him and held his hand up to Kurt's mouth. "Lick it. All of it." Kurt obeyed. Blaine picked him up and carried him to the bed. Kurt was exhausted and his ass was on fire. He felt dizzy from his orgasm and the intense fucking he'd just received. He needed a nap.

As he drifted off to sleep, he heard Blaine quietly whisper, "You can never leave me, Kurt. Never."

On Tuesday evening, Mike Huntel arrived 15 minutes early and seated himself in the back of the room, but not too far from the door. He wanted to see the Anderson kid when he walked in. Professor Murray had set up 9 chairs in a circle for the attendees. Mike watched as the students arrived. Nice looking girls. Too bad he was an old man. Well, too old for these kids anyway.

Blaine strolled in.

Mike knew it was him the moment he hit the door. He could feel the power. Sense the aura. Yes. This had to be the one. He watched Blaine take a seat. Confident. Smooth. Unbearably good-looking. Now, if Mike could just see his eyes.

Blaine pulled out his notebook and pen. Laptops weren't allowed during these sessions. Professor Murray arrived, rushed and dusty as usual.

"Well, thanks everyone for coming this evening. I trust everyone did the reading and is ready for an interactive discussion. Before we get started, I'd like everyone to go around the room and introduce themselves. Name, where you're from, what type of law you think you would like to practice one day and why. Mr. Anderson, let's start with you."

Mike noticed as every girl in the room leaned forward, their eyes dreamy as they focused on Blaine. Damn. This kid probably gets laid by a different chick every other night.

Blaine smiled his winning smile and began.

"Hi. I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm from Westerville, Ohio. I plan to go into corporate law, mergers and acquisitions. Why? Honestly, that's where the money is. Acquiring a company can take a long time. That's a lot of billable hours."

The girls in the room practically broke out in applause. Professor Murray shot Mike a look. Mike nodded. Yes, this was probably the kid. Mike tuned out as the other kids spoke and concentrated on Blaine. Blaine finally looked up and met his gaze. Mike smiled at him and Blaine smiled back. Mike focused on his eyes. They were honey-amber.

This was the kid. It had to be.

Mike listened as Professor Murray led the students through a discussion of a controversial supreme court case. Whenever Blaine spoke, Mike paid careful attention. Along with the girls in the class. At the end of the session, as everyone packed up to leave, Professor Murray called Blaine over.

"Blaine, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine. This is Mike Huntel. Mike, this is Blaine Anderson. Blaine, Mike it a partner in the firm of Huntel, Wellington and VanSant." Blaine smiled and shook Mike's hand. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you enjoying your classes?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Corporate law. Interesting choice." Especially if you have what your grandfather had.

Blaine wasn't sure what to say. He didn't want to fuck up. Huntel, Wellington & VanSant was one of his top two choices of firms to work for. He couldn't believe he was meeting a partner. Professor Murray spoke up.

"Well, it's early yet. He might change his mind. Many students do once they get further along in their studies." Blaine smiled and nodded. Mike looked at him closely. Yes, he wanted this kid.

"Well, I'd better get going. It was nice to meet you Mr. Huntel."

"A pleasure meeting you Blaine. Good luck this year."

"Thank you."

Blaine left. Professor Murray turned to Mike. He was downright giddy.

"Yes? Yes? That's the one, isn't it?"

Mike smiled. "Yes, he seems to be the one. Time will tell."

Professor Murray's face fell. "What?" Time? He wanted his money. Now. He really needed to move.

"Yes, time. First, we need to see if he actually finishes and graduates. I won't make a move until his senior year. We'll offer an internship and make sure he gets it. That will give me a chance to check him out. In the meantime, you keep an eye on him for me."

Professor Murray frowned. Was he expected to wait four fucking years for his fee?

"You know Mike. Blaine won't always be in my class. I'll have to go out of my way to keep an eye on him."

Mike narrowed his eyes. Greedy little bastard. But, Mike needed him. He didn't want to lose track of the kid.

"Fine. What do you want?"

Professor Murray smiled.

"I have a lot of work to do, Warren. I can use these four days to catch up." Kurt was sitting on Warren's bed, explaining why he couldn't go home with him for the weekend. Warren wasn't buying it.

"Kurt, I have work to do too. We can take time to study." Kurt didn't say anything. Warren frowned at him. He knew what was really going on.

"This is about Blaine, isn't it? He doesn't want you to go!" Kurt remained silent.

"Honestly Kurt. I don't get you two. I don't understand why you put up with his shit!"

Kurt looked into Warren's eyes. Could he trust him? Could he tell him? Kurt had been walking around for a year and a half, full of secrets about Blaine. He was dying to spill his guts to someone, but how on earth would he explain it? Explain that he was a slave to a boy blessed with powers, passed down to him from his voodoo infested grandfather. Kurt opened his mouth and then closed it. Of course he couldn't tell him. Hell, he hadn't even told Mercedes and he had known her for years. He'd only known Warren for a few months.

"Warren, just give him some time. Blaine needs time to get used to me having a gay male friend. He can be a bit…jealous."

"And possessive and controlling and just…too intense when it comes to you. I get that he loves you, but he doesn't own you." Kurt looked at the floor. Actually, yes, he does.

Warren looked at Kurt. Dammit. Now he felt bad. He hadn't meant to upset Kurt. He was just really disappointed. There were some cute boutiques in New Haven that he was sure Kurt would love. Plus, Warren felt safer having someone come home with him. His mother had called and said his dad was in a bad mood. Warren figured his father would behave if there were witnesses in the house.

Warren grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him to his feet. "Come on. Let's go see what the dinning hall has whipped up for tonight." As they walked, Warren was relieved when Kurt started talking about something that had happened in his fabrics class. Warren didn't want him upset. Kurt was so beautiful, and sweet, and kind, and sexy, and…

Warren had to get a hold of himself.

Blaine would kill him.

A few days later, Blaine stopped in the campus bookstore, right before closing. Steve had told him about a great article in this month's Tennis magazine and Blaine wanted to pick up a copy. As he stood in the magazine section, he didn't notice the tall boy with black hair and green eyes, watching him. The boy looked around, making sure they were alone before walking towards Blaine. He stood next to him and stared at the magazine display. At exactly the same moment, they both looked up, their eyes meeting.

Blaine felt something he hadn't felt since he'd first laid eyes on Kurt.

Attraction.

Blaine felt an electric current run through his body as the darkness flowed furiously. He couldn't pull his eyes away. He then watched in shock as the boy's eyes turned black.

"I know what you are. I'm one too. I've seen you with your slave. He is beautiful. You're lucky. I haven't found my slave yet." Blaine was speechless. And why did he feel such an intense sexual attraction to this boy?

The boy leaned over and kissed Blaine on the cheek.

"I just wanted you to know, you aren't alone. Goodbye handsome."

The boy turned and walked away.

Blaine stood there, speechless and frozen. And why was his cock so fucking hard?

By the time Blaine pulled himself together to run after the boy, he had disappeared.

Blaine walked to his apartment in a daze.

That night he dreamt of the other boy. On top of him.

Fucking him. Fucking Blaine hard.

He woke up in a cold sweat.

What the hell?

He didn't tell Kurt.

THE END