Phil had enjoyed following Blaine the past month. He'd always found the boy attractive. Even when he was little. Such a ridiculously cute kid. He resembled his dad but his looks clearly came from his mom. Elaine had always been a looker. James could have had either Elaine or her sister Eleanor. Phil had encouraged him to go for Elaine. She was better looking. Too bad her body was broken. But, boy had she produced a hell of a good-looking kid. It was like her body knew it only had one shot and had poured everything into the production of Blaine.

And now he was full grown. Phil liked watching him. He had a great body and such nice lips. And then there was the boyfriend. Blaine had great taste. The Kurt kid was nice to watch too. Delicate, pretty. Phil couldn't blame Blaine for choosing him. Probably great in bed. Phil wondered if he screamed when Blaine fucked him. He looked like a screamer.

Phil hadn't bothered to report his findings to James. Not yet. Instead, he was hoping to broker a deal with Blaine.

He watched the kid walk towards him. What a sexy walk.

"Hello Blaine. Can I get you something?"

"No. What do you want?"

Phil chuckled. "No beating around the bush, huh? Of course...you don't like bushes, do ya Blaine?"

Blaine looked at him. What a vulgar, disgusting, asshole. How did his parents ever befriend this creep.

"All right. I'll get straight to the point. I know what you've been up to."

"And what's that?"

"You and that Kurt kid."

"What about it?"

Phil looked at him, a bit surprised. He had expected more of a reaction.

"I know you've been running around Lima, sucking dick."

"No, I haven't been running around Lima sucking dick. I've been going to Lima to suck Kurt's dick."

Phil sat back. This was not going in the direction he had expected. Not at all.

"I'm sure your father would be interested to know that."

Blaine shrugged. "So, tell him. As a matter of fact, why didn't you tell him three weeks ago? You really didn't need to follow me for a month to know what I was up to. And by the way, you are the world's worst spy. Worst spy ever."

Phil was feeling flustered. Why wasn't this kid scared of his father finding out? He'd been counting on using that fear. Phil studied Blaine. His face was calm but his eyes...his eyes were dark and there was something about his demeanor...

Phil decided to go with plan B.

"So, you don't care about your father finding out?"

"I welcome it."

"Well then. I'll be sure to give him a full report on what you've been up to. Now we can move on to other business."

"What other business?"

Phil took a sip of his drink and sat back in his seat. He was silent for a few minutes before speaking.

"I think you're smart to claim to be gay, Blaine. After all, from what I understand, you guys basically do the same thing as straight guys. You just use a different...entrance. But, getting your dick sucked...well, who cares if it's a girl or a guy as long as the sensation is the same. Right?" Phil took another sip of his drink.

"I owe you an apology Blaine. I never should have pushed for your parents to send you away to one of those camps. I'm glad they didn't."

Blaine looked at him. He didn't say anything. For the first time that evening, he was confused.

"As a matter of fact...I've always been a bit...bi-curious."

What?

Phil leaned in close. "I tell ya what. Let's make a deal. Instead of you driving all the way to Lima to suck dick...why don't you stay here in Westerville...and suck mine?"

Blaine's eyes widened. He suddenly found it hard to breathe.

"You're gay?"

"Hell no, I'm not gay. I don't like boys. I just like you, Blaine."

Blaine was searching desperately for his internal power. The darkness beneath his surface that kept him grounded and allowed him to control himself and others. His protection. But, he was having a hard time locating it. Phil's words had thrown him completely off balance and out of sync.

"Why don't you do for me what you did for your little friend up in the park?"

Blaine remained silent.

"Well?"

Blaine spoke slowly, unsure of himself without the darkness that usually controlled him.

"I'm not doing anything with you Phil. You disgust me."

Phil looked pissed. "Oh, really? What's the problem? My dick's not good enough for you?"

Blaine stood up. "This conversation is over. Stay the fuck away from me." He turned to leave.

"Okay, Blaine. I'll stay away from you. But, I won't stay away from your little fuck buddy."

Blaine froze.

His eyes closed.

The darkness swirled around inside him, flooding his brain and taking over his mind. His eyes turned black and he started shaking. He struggled to control it but he was losing. The veiled reference to Kurt had pushed him over the edge. Kurt belonged to him and he would never, ever let anyone hurt him.

He turned around. Phil took one look at him and jumped up from his seat and backed away.

Blaine could feel the darkness pushing him forward, trying to get him to attack. He used all his strength to hold back. He couldn't do this here. There were people around.

A rippled of fear rolled off of Blaine and attached itself to Phil. Blaine looked into Phil's eyes. His voice was eerily quiet.

"If you go near Kurt, I will kill you. Do you understand?"

"I. Will. Kill. You."

Once, James had mentioned to Phil that he felt something was not quite right about Blaine. Something besides being gay. Something...sinister. Phil had dismissed it as James's usual paranoia about certain things.

But this...

Phil didn't know what to make of this.

He slowly backed away from Blaine.

And ran out of the bar.

Blaine drove straight to Kurt's house.

"Blaine! Hi. I thought you were gonna..." Kurt stopped. He grabbed Blaine by the hand and dragged him to his room. Finn was watching TV in the family room. Burt and Carol were in the backyard. Kurt made sure his bedroom window was closed. He pushed the door up but didn't close it all the way.

Kurt caressed Blaine's cheek and looked into his eyes. "Blaine?"

Blaine was silent.

"Blaine? Whatever it is, it's all right. I love you Blaine and it's all going to be fine."

Blaine suddenly snapped out of his daze. He started kissing Kurt. Devouring him and leaving him breathless, his lips swollen. He held him tightly before letting go and stepping back a little. He placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders and slowly sank them both to the floor. They were both on their knees, tightly holding hands, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked

"I will never let anyone hurt you Kurt. Ever."

"I know Blaine. I know."

"You belong to me. You understand, don't you? You are mine."

"Yes, Blaine. I'm all yours. Only yours."

"I will always protect you Kurt. Always. No matter what."

"I know Blaine."

Blaine threw his arms around him. "I love you so much Kurt. So, so much."

"I love you too Blaine. I love you too."

Over the next few days, Blaine waited for his father to attack him, but no attack came. After a week, he assumed Phil had decided to keep his mouth shut. Blaine was surprised. He'd expected Phil to report everything to his father as a form of revenge for his turning him down and threatening him but apparently, Phil had said nothing.

Blaine soon learned that Phil had announced that campaign headquarters should be staffed at all times and he would be happy to set up permanent office there. Blaine was thrilled. It meant less people in and out of their house. His mom seemed grateful as well. Overnight, their home became quieter and calmer. Blaine welcomed the peace and the absence of his father. Besides, it was only a matter of time before his father would have plenty to say to him.

School would be out soon and Blaine usually spent his summers playing tennis and participating in various tournaments. This summer, he wanted to be able to play with Kurt. Kurt was not one for sports, but he was willing to learn how to play if Blaine would teach him. He was actually looking forward to it. It would be something he and Blaine could do together and the exercise would be good for him and his figure.

This meant bringing Kurt to the expensive, exclusive, conservative Westerville Country Club. Blaine had no intentions of pretending Kurt was anything less than his boyfriend. This meant his parent's friends and supporters would finally learn the truth.

Blaine couldn't wait. He was coming 100%, out.

But first, there was a little issue to swallow.

Blaine knew he should probably feel bad, but he didn't. This had to be done. Kurt had to learn.

It had been a month since Kurt had first blown Blaine. He was very good at it and he really enjoyed it.

He just wouldn't swallow.

It wasn't the taste. Blaine had been forcing him to lick him clean every time he came as punishment for not swallowing. "If you would just swallow Kurt, you wouldn't have to do this." The problem was that Kurt didn't mind licking him. He found it naughty and erotic. It turned him on.

But swallowing scared him. He was convinced he was going to choke to death or worse, vomit.

So now, here they were. Kurt was on his knees in front of Blaine and Blaine was loving it. Kurt's lips really did feel like silk. As he felt himself getting closer, he gently laced his hands into Kurt's hair, something he normally did not do. Kurt didn't seem to notice.

Ohhh, he was getting closer...closer...closer...

His body tensed up. Kurt's eyes grew wide as he realized what was happening. Blaine gripped his hair tightly and held him in place. Kurt was whining desperately, his eyes pleading with Blaine. Blaine's eye color changed, deepening. He locked his eyes with Kurt and allowed the control to flow.

"You can do this Kurt. You can. I want you to do this. I need you to do this."

Blaine exploded in his mouth. "Swallow Kurt. Now!"

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed.

Blaine relaxed his grip and fell back against the wall. He didn't feel bad about what he had just done but, he hoped Kurt wouldn't be mad at him. He didn't want heaven mad.

He opened his eyes and looked down.

Kurt was smiling. "I did it! I did it Blaine! I did it!"

Blaine laughed and caressed his cheek. "Yes beautiful, you did."