The way Blaine saw it, Kurt now owed him.

He had taken a huge risk and paid a considerable sum of money to take care of the Karofsky problem. Of course, Kurt didn't know he was the one behind it and never would and that was okay. Blaine was just being a good boyfriend. No, a great boyfriend. It was his job to take care of Kurt. That's what boyfriends do. And Blaine had always wanted to be someone's boyfriend. Now that he finally was one, he was going to be a great one.

So now, Kurt needed to be a good boyfriend and start taking care of Blaine's...needs. Blaine had been more than patient and, he was prepared to continue being patient, but things needed to start moving along. Blaine decided he would have to ease into things. He loved Kurt dearly. He wasn't going to force him.

But, he was going to push.

On Saturday, they had the Hummel-Hudson home all to themselves. Burt had finally allowed Carol to take him away for the weekend. He had been reluctant to leave. He still didn't feel comfortable about Blaine and he had not liked the conversation he overheard. Way too intense. He was worried about leaving Kurt, but Carol had been wanting the two of them to have some time away for a while, so he agreed. After all, Finn would be home.

The moment they pulled out the driveway, Finn announced that he would be spending the weekend at Puck's. Kurt was sure that really meant with either Rachel or Quinn. but he didn't care. He was thrilled to have the house to himself. He and Blaine would make cupcakes and watch the Sound of Music. Blaine loved cupcakes and Kurt had found a new recipe he wanted to try.

When Blaine arrived, Kurt opened the door wearing an apron. Blaine found the sight very arousing. He had often daydreamed about he and Kurt living together one day. Blaine would be a successful attorney and Kurt would be his stay-at-home partner. He would arrive home to find Kurt just like this, with dinner ready.

Kurt in the apron was like a match, lighting his already super-charged sexual desire.

"Hi. Come on in. We are baking today!"

Blaine didn't say anything. He followed Kurt into the kitchen. Blaine watched Kurt moving around, chattering away about cupcakes and Paula Deen and recipes. The more Kurt talked, the harder Blaine became. How was it possible that he could get so turned on just by watching him?

"Blaine? Blaine? You haven't said a word. Are you okay?"

Blaine stood up and walked over to Kurt. He untied the apron and lifted it over his head.

"What are you doing? I don't wanna get..."

Blaine kissed him with need and want. One hand resting on Kurt's lower back, the other resting on the back of Kurt's head, pressing his mouth to his. Kurt melted into him. Okay. The cupcakes could wait.

Blaine's kisses became forceful and possessive. He ran his fingers from Kurt's wrists, up his arms, over his shoulders and down his back. He rested them on Kurt's waist and then slowly slid his right hand down…between Kurt's legs, gently massaging him.

Kurt gasped. He tried to pull away but, Blaine just kissed him harder. Blaine moved his other hand down and started to unzip Kurt's pants. Kurt pulled his head away and reached down to grab Blaine's hands.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh. Relax Kurt." He started kissing him again. Kurt kissed back. He couldn't help it. Blaine's kisses were so damn intoxicating.

Then he felt Blaine's fingers at his zipper again. He grabbed his hands.

"Blaine! What are you doing?"

Blaine moved back a fraction but he did not remove his fingers from Kurt's zipper.

"Move your hands Kurt."

"Blaine…"

"Move your hands. Now."

That tone.

Kurt looked into Blaine's eyes. They were dark. Not black but, dark and fierce. Kurt shuddered a little. But he didn't move his hands.

"Blaine…what are you going to do...to me?"

Blaine leaned in close to him.

"Whatever I like. Whatever I want."

A shiver of fear ran through Kurt's body.

Blaine kissed him again, harsher and more demanding. He looked directly into Kurt's eyes.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you. Now, move your hands."

The tone of his voice…what was it in the tone of his voice…

Kurt slowly dropped his hands and pressed them flat against the wall.

Blaine started kissing him again. Less forceful, but still demanding. He slowly unzipped Kurt's pants. Kurt pressed his body flat against the wall. Blaine started whispering in his ear.

"I just want to see your cock Kurt. I've been dying to see it. I know it is as beautiful as you are."

Kurt felt Blaine remove his dick from his pants. He wrapped his hands around it gently and started stroking up and down. Kurt squeezed his eyes shut. Did he want this? He wasn't sure.

"Mmm, you're so big Kurt. So big and thick. I bet your cock will fill my mouth."

Kurt felt panic rising in his chest.

Blaine slid to the floor and swallowed Kurt's cock. Kurt gasped.

No. No. No. His mind was racing. Little ripples of fear shot through his entire body, mixed with currents of arousal. This was too much. He wasn't ready for this.

"Blaine…no….please….no."

Blaine moaned and increased his speed. The fear in Kurt's head was now battling with the rest of his body. His body was screaming for more while his mind was terrified. And then he felt the beginning of the final wave of arousal coming down. He couldn't come inside Blaine's mouth. He just couldn't. He had to warn him.

"Blaine….Blaine…I'm gonna..."

But Blaine just sucked harder, moving up and down faster. Kurt couldn't speak anymore. The arousal wave was too high and he was drowning. He screamed out and pressed his body even harder against the wall, but Blaine grabbed his hips and pulled him towards him roughly, driving Kurt's cock deeper down his throat and held him there. Kurt felt the force as his cum rushed from his body and down Blaine's throat. Blaine moaned and swallowed.

Kurt allowed his head to fall back against the wall. Tears rolling down his face.

Blaine stood up and placed tiny kisses all over his cheeks, his nose, his lips. He licked the tears away with his tongue.

"Relax. You don't have to do anything to me."

Blaine took Kurt's hand and led him to his bedroom. He laid down on the bed, pulling Kurt down with him. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's chest. Tears still rolling down his cheeks.

What had just happened?

Why didn't Blaine stop when he said no?

Weren't all boyfriends, gay or straight, supposed to stop?

But…that had felt so good. Absolutely incredible. Maybe it was okay that he didn't stop. Blaine probably knew that he would like it and that's why he didn't stop. That made it okay. Didn't it?

Blaine was running his fingers through Kurt's hair. "You don't have to worry Kurt. I will always take care of you. Just relax and let me take care of you."

Kurt scooted closer and wrapped his arms tighter around Blaine.

Yes, he would just let Blaine take care of him. After all, isn't that what he'd always wanted?

All that weekend and for the next two weeks, Blaine spent a great deal of time on his knees in front of Kurt. Kurt finally relaxed and gave in to the incredible sensations of Blaine's mouth. Blaine did not ask Kurt to do anything in return. He even let Kurt keep all his clothes on. Blaine was to the point where he really wanted to just rape Kurt, but he loved him. He could never hurt him. Instead, he decided it made more sense to just slowly possess him. That would be much better. Kurt would feel more comfortable that way and eventually, Blaine would get what he wanted and then some.

After the third week, Blaine decided it was time for a test. If Kurt passed, they would move on.

It was Sunday and they were hanging out in Kurt's room. Kurt was planning outfits for the week while Blaine sat on his bed, thumbing through GQ.

"Kurt?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you jerk yourself off at night?"

Kurt's head snapped up, eyes wide. "What?"

Blaine didn't look up. "You heard me. Do you jerk yourself off at night?"

Kurt turned maroon. Blaine finally looked up and laughed.

"I'll take that as a yes. Do you do it every night?"

Kurt opened his mouth but couldn't speak. His face felt flushed.

"Come on Kurt, tell me. Do you jerk off every night?"

Kurt took a deep breath and scolded himself. Really Kurt. You are two guys. Two guys in love. You need to get over this hang up about talking about this stuff.

He looked at Blaine. "Yes."

Blaine smiled. He got off the bed and came over to where Kurt was standing. He took both of his hands in his and kissed them. He then let go of one hand and slid his free hand down between Kurt's legs. He pressed his palm against him and started moving his hand up and down. Kurt inhaled sharply as he felt himself spring to life. Blaine leaned over and started planting soft, small kisses along Kurt's neck while continuing to massage him. Kurt started whimpering. Blaine was driving him crazy. Once Kurt was very, very hard, Blaine looked deep into his eyes, his voice took on the tone.

"Kurt, you are not allowed to jerk yourself off anymore."

"W-what?"

"I don't want you to jerk off anymore."

"But..."

"Shh. No more jerking off. Do you understand?"

Kurt didn't know why but, he nodded.

Blaine massaged him for a few more minutes while kissing him passionately.

And then he left.

Kurt wasn't sure if it was because he was so turned on or if it was because people instinctively wanted what they were told they couldn't have, but he was a mess. He was so achingly hard.

When it came time for bed, he put on his pajamas and climbed under the covers. After 20 minutes, he got up and took the pajamas off and pulled all the covers back. He wasn't sure if it was worse to lie there naked and hard or, covered up with the fabric slightly brushing against him. He lay on his back and dug his nails into the bed.

At school the next day, Kurt struggled to focus. He had never been so turned on before and he seemed to be permanently erect. He kept his messenger bag in front of him all day. By the time glee club arrived, he was exhausted. When Rachel began a tirade about why she should sing a solo from the musical Wicked, he said nothing. He had been rendered mute by what was going on between his legs.

When glee club was over, Kurt headed to his locker. As he approached he saw someone standing there.

Blaine.

He was wearing a very tight shirt with tight jeans. Kurt thought he might actually pass out from how hard he felt.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought you might need me."

Kurt gave his car keys to a shocked Finn. "Straight home, Finn."

Blaine sped out of the parking lot and hit the highway. He rested his hand on Kurt's thigh. Kurt didn't even ask where they were going. He just wanted them to get there.

Blaine pulled into Lima State Park and drove all the way to the top of a lookout area. He parked and led Kurt into the woods. When he decided they were far enough in he turned to Kurt.

"I'm yours."

Kurt rushed forward, pushing Blaine against a tree. His kisses were hot and full of desire. For the first time ever, Kurt unzipped his on pants. He didn't say a word. He placed his hands on Blaine's shoulders and pushed him down to his knees.

Kurt in control. Blaine found it delicious.

Kurt pushed his cock against Blaine's lips and into his mouth. He laced his fingers into Blaine's hair and pulled him towards him, driving himself down Blaine's throat. Kurt gripped his hair tightly and started fucking his mouth. Blaine didn't even need to move. He clasped his hands behind his back, relaxed and let Kurt control everything. Kurt was crying out and yelling Blaine's name. When he was about to come, he grabbed Blaine's hair even tighter and smashed his face into him, screaming as he poured down Blaine's throat. When finished, Blaine grabbed him so he wouldn't fall. He guided him to a tree and helped him sit down against it. Blaine laid on his back, his head in Kurt's lap. They sat quietly, not speaking. After 20 minutes, to his amazement, Kurt was hard again. He didn't say anything. He just looked down into Blaine's eyes. Blaine sat up, got on his knees in front of Kurt and blew him. This time, Kurt let him do all the work.

When it was time to go, Blaine helped Kurt walk to the car. He fell asleep before they hit the highway.

"Kurt? Sweetheart, you're home."

Kurt woke up to find himself sitting in Blaine's car in his driveway.

Blaine walked him to the door.

"You may jerk off all you want tonight but not tomorrow. You can jerk off Wednesday but not Thursday. I'll take care of you on Friday."

Kurt nodded. Anything. Anything Blaine wanted, he would do.

Blaine kissed him.

"I love you."

"I love you."

Blaine was thrilled. Kurt had passed the test with flying colors. Now, they could move on.

As Blaine checked his rear view mirror to back out of the drive, he did not miss the green Toyota Corolla that had been following him for the past 3 weeks.

He wondered when Phil would make his move.