"I'm not sure what to do, if anything."

Burt was sitting at the dining room table, across from Carol. They were discussing Kurt and Blaine.

Burt knew his son was in deep. Way too deep in his opinion. It wasn't sex he was worried about. It was the way the two interacted with one another. It was the conversation he'd heard outside of Kurt's room. It was like Blaine had some type of power over Kurt.

Carol looked dubious.

"Honey, listen. I agree with you. They spend an awful lot of time together and Blaine can come across as rather...possesive at times. But, Kurt hasn't changed. He's still sweet, loving and home every night. He still has his other friends. He still talks to Mercedes on the phone and argues with Rachel. He offers to help me with dinner. I mean...honey, it's not like he's withdrawn from everyone. He's still our Kurt, only much, much happier these days. I've never seen him so happy. His relationship with Blaine makes him happy. I don't think that's a bad thing."

Burt sighed. "I know he's happy and believe me, I couldn't be more thrilled. He really, really deserves someone who loves him but...I think Blaine loves him a bit too much...too much for two 17 year old kids." Burt took off his hat and rubbed his forehead. "I mean Carol, you didn't hear them. Blaine practically told Kurt that he owned him."

"Okay. So, what do you want to do? Do you really want to tell Kurt he can't see him anymore? That won't go over well."

"I know." Burt was at a loss.

Carol reached over and took his hand. "Sweetie, maybe you're overreacting. Getting a little too into the whole, protective father role. I think we should let things be until we see a change in Kurt's behavior."

Burt decided to let it go only because he didn't have a good answer. But, he was still worried. He knew Kurt wanted to be loved by a boy so badly, that he would probably go along with anything Blaine wanted. And of course, he couldn't see anything but the good in Blaine. Only the good. Just like his mother.

As Blaine drove to Kurt's that Saturday, he laughed as Phil followed behind him at a safe distance. Or at least, what Phil seemed to think was a safe distance. Blaine had realized he was being followed immediately after Phil began three weeks ago. He hadn't bothered to panic. He was ready for his father to find out because, he was tired. Tired of having to always drive to Lima. Tired of the fact that not one person he cared about, mainly his Warbler friends, had met his boyfriend. He wanted Kurt to see his bedroom, to hang out in their state-of-the-art entertainment basement and watch movies. He wanted Kurt to come see him play tennis this summer. He was tired of having to hide his beautiful, perfect boyfriend from everyone. He wanted to be out, really out, with his boyfriend by his side.

The only thing Blaine couldn't figure out was what was Phil waiting for. He had expected him to tell his father what he was up to after the first or second week but now it was going on a month. That little stunt he pulled in the park should have confirmed any doubts Phil may have had. Why hadn't he said anything?

As Blaine pulled into the Hummel-Hudson driveway, he watched Phil drive on by the house and around the corner. Could he be a worse spy? Blaine shook thoughts of Phil from his head. He needed to focus on his plans for tonight. It was time for him to push Kurt to the next stage of their relationship.

X-X-X-X-X

An hour later, Blaine was lying on his back on Kurt's bed, watching Kurt float back to earth after his orgasm. Kurt's eyes were closed as he floated around in the bliss Blaine had created by blowing him. Blaine watched his face intently while gently stroking himself. When Kurt opened his eyes, he turned his head to face Blaine. He glanced down and watched in fascination as Blaine touched himself. Blaine's voice was very, very quiet.

"When I first saw you Kurt, do you know what I thought? My first thought was that you were the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. You were heavenly. Pure heaven. Someone so beautiful could only come from heaven."

Kurt smiled. Blaine had a way of making him feel so attractive. Blaine had finally convinced him to take off his clothes when they were alone. Lying there naked, hearing Blaine's words, washed away any self-conscious thoughts he had about his appearance.

"Do you know what my second thought was?" Blaine paused as his eyes turned a deeper shade and grew more intense. Controlling. Kurt was trapped now. He couldn't look away.

"My second thought was that your lips would feel like silk on my cock."

Blaine didn't say anything else. He didn't have to.

Kurt took a deep breath. He slowly sat up and climbed on top of Blaine. He scooted down between his legs and stopped. He looked up for instructions.

"I-I've never done this before."

"Relax and take your time. You're in complete control. I promise, you won't choke and you don't have to swallow. This time. Just do what feels natural. Do what I do to you."

Kurt hesitantly opened his mouth and closed his lips around the head. He was surprised to taste the pre-come, but he didn't let go. He slowly slid his mouth down, taking in as much as he could and then slid up again. He did this a few more times, listening to Blaine's reaction. Blaine was moaning and gripping the bedspread. He wanted to grab Kurt's hair and simply fuck his mouth, but he was determined not to scare him. He needed Kurt to get comfortable doing this because he had plans for Kurt to do this every single time they were together. Plus, Blaine planned to move on to sex after this. He had to. He couldn't wait anymore. Being around Kurt was driving him crazy. He was sex starved and it was either get Kurt on board or go make amends with Tyler and he wanted Kurt.

Kurt was now moving up and down smoothly. To his surprise, he was actually enjoying this. He liked listening to Blaine moaning as a result of something he was doing. Up until now, Blaine was always making him moan. It felt good to finally reciprocate. Blaine was growing louder and Kurt guessed that he was close to coming. This part terrified him. He couldn't swallow. Not yet. He was too scared of choking and of the taste. What if he didn't like it?

Suddenly, Blaine was yelling at him. "Kurt! Let go! Pull off!"

Kurt let the cock fall out of his mouth, just in time to watch Blaine come all over his stomach. Kurt found the sight, fascinating. He had never seen a boy come before. As he watched Blaine's cum run down his stomach, he felt strangely turned on. Blaine looked at him and smiled. He then took his finger and scooped up a little cum from his stomach. He held his finger up and looked at Kurt.

"Do you wanna taste?"

Kurt shook his head furiously. No. Definitely not.

Blaine wasn't going to force him. Not today. They had plenty of time. But, he was definitely going to teach him to swallow. That was a must.

Instead, Blaine took his finger and licked the cum off himself. Kurt's eyes grew as wide as saucers and Blaine couldn't help but laugh. Kurt was so adorable.

X-X-X-X-X

Before Blaine left that night, Kurt asked for instructions for the week.

"Am I allowed to jerk off this week?"

Kurt's words made Blaine think he might come right then and there. Slowly but surely, Kurt was willingly allowing him to take possession of him. Giving him control. This fact turned Blaine on more than anything sexual ever could.

He thought about it. The hornier Kurt was, the easier it would be to fuck him. But, Blaine wanted Kurt to master oral sex first and he couldn't really push the whole swallowing thing. Or, could he? He looked at Kurt. No, he couldn't. That would freak him out and he didn't want to do that. He loved him too much.

"You may jerk yourself off every night until Thursday. No jerking off on Thursday. I want you hungry for me on Friday."

Kurt smiled and nodded.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Blaine sighed. "I love you Kurt. More than anything."

Blaine was almost home when his cell phone rang.

It was the call he'd been waiting for.

"Hello, Phil."

"Hey, Blaine. How are you?"

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I'd like to meet with you for a little chat. Say, tomorrow after church?"

"With my dad?"

"No, no. Just you and me. How about 2:00 pm at Collin's?"

Blaine was confused. Why did Phil want to talk to him alone? At a bar?

"Phil, I'm only 17. I can't go to a bar."

"Oh, trust me. Collins and I go way back. He'll make an exception."

Blaine was thrown off. This was not what he had expected. What was Phil up to?

"Okay."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."

Jack looked at the young kid sitting across from him. They always start out so eager and then they lose it. But, this kid...this kid was going places. Mark Madison was 23 and had graduated top of his class at Ohio State for journalism. Jack liked this kid. He was sharp, smart, a good writer and good-looking. Plus, his red hair was rather striking. Jack knew he wouldn't have this kid around for long. The minute he writes a good expose piece, he'll be off to DC or New York for a great career. He'll probably end up on one of those cable news shows. He had the looks for it.

For now, Jack needed to determine if he was going to let the kid run with his story idea or reel him back in.

"All right Mark, explain this to me again."

Mark could barely sit still.

"Okay, see, here's the thing. Anderson is always running around screaming about family values and gay agendas and all. Well, I think his kid's gay."

Jack sighed. "So, what? There's been plenty of conservative politicians with gay kids. That's not really news. Even the former vice president, Dick Cheney, had a gay kid. No one cares."

"But, I've got a different angle. In those cases, the kids were always adults. The news hit when they were adults. Anderson's kid is 17. He's still in high school. "

"Mark, we can't go after a 17 year old kid..."

"No, no, no. Look, Anderson is always screaming about family values, right? How parents must take responsibility for child-rearing and love their children and spend time together and all that crap. Well, what if he's not doing that? What if he is so disgusted by his gay son, that he's a lousy father? I mean, come on, you've heard some of his speeches. How does he mix being a loving father who values his family, with speeches about the evils of being gay? His son goes on the campaign trail with him. He hears those speeches. How does that make him feel? What is Anderson doing to his kid's psyche? Is he really a good father? Does he really value his family? Isn't that one of his signature lines – value your children, this most precious of gifts?" Mark rolled his eyes.

Jack was thinking hard. "Sooo, we go after him, not for being anti-gay...but for being anti-family in his personal life?"

"Yeah. The angle is that he's a hypocrite. He doesn't really value family. Look at how he treats his kid. He doesn't really stand for what he claims. He's a liar and a lousy father."

Jack mulled this over. Personally, he had never liked Anderson much. It might be nice to rain on his parade.

"But, wait a minute Mark. Is this kid out? Is he definitely gay? How do you know his father knows he's gay? We can't out a 17 year old kid. That will make us look bad."

"Trust me. He's gay."

"But, is he out? You need to establish that he's out. Like, really out. Not just thinking it over out. And, you need to establish that Anderson knows."

"I can do that."

"How?"

"Trust me. I can do it."

Jack looked at Mark hard.

"Mark...you can't ask the kid out on a date."

Mark laughed. "I wasn't planning to, as much as I would love to. The kid is damn fine. No, I'm pretty sure he has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who will be 18 in three weeks. 18 is fair game, right?"

Jack smiled. "18 is legally an adult."

Mark smiled back. "Perfect."