On Saturday, Blaine announced that he was taking Kurt to the mall. Kurt could buy anything he wanted, regardless of cost, as a celebration of Kurt finally learning how to swallow. Blaine was really pleased they had crossed that final hurdle. Now, they could focus on sex. He couldn't wait to fuck the hell out of Kurt, but he kept reminding himself that he would have to go slow. Kurt was a virgin and thought he was one too. He would have to keep up appearances. He hoped he could control himself.

When they arrived at the mall, Kurt crossed his arms and looked at Blaine.

"Now, you did say I could buy anything, right?"

"Yes. Anything."

"Regardless of cost?"

"Regardless of cost."

"And you mean that?"

"Absolutely."

Kurt eyed Blaine suspiciously.

"You do know who you are talking to?"

Blaine laughed. "Yes, I do and yes, I mean it. Anything you want beautiful. Anything."

Kurt grabbed his hand and dragged him to a high-end shoe store. Kurt knew exactly what he wanted. Alexander McQueen, Smoke Columbia Boots.

$725.00

Kurt looked sheepish. "Really? I can have them?"

"Absolutely. Do you need a new coat to match?"

Kurt giggled and threw his arms around Blaine while the jealous sales guy rang up the boots.

The two strolled through the mall, holding hands. Blaine caught every curious glance shot their way. He also noticed every gay male who gave Kurt a quick once over. He had to suppress the urge to growl.

In one store, Kurt found himself trapped in front of a scarf display, unable to make up his mind. Blaine was waiting patiently so they could go to the bookstore.

"Why don't you just go on to the bookstore? I might be here for hours. I'll just meet you at the food court."

Blaine felt a little hesitant but agreed. He knew Kurt really might be there for another hour, possibly two.

After finally choosing nine scarves, Kurt went to the food court to wait for Blaine. As he sat there, he started thinking about the past few months. Amazing what could happen in just a few months. For so long, he had been lonely and longing for someone to love him. Now, he was caught up in an incredible romance with a hot, sexy, wealthy guy who adored him. And bought him expensive boots. Blaine was wonderful...but different. Something about Blaine was mysterious and almost...powerful. Kurt couldn't understand it. The way Blaine looked at him and spoke to him made it impossible for him to deny Blaine anything. Or, even want to deny him anything. It was as if there was something within Blaine that reached out and wrapped itself completely around him, causing him to give Blaine complete control. Forcing him to give him control.

Kurt frowned. That didn't make any sense.

And then there were the strange, intense moods when a darkness seemed to emanate from Blaine and Kurt could have sworn his eyes changed colors. But, that didn't make sense either. People's eyes don't just change color.

Kurt sighed. Enough thinking.

With Blaine he felt beautiful, loved, cared for and protected. And more than anything, happy. So very happy. And wasn't that all that really mattered? That he was finally happy?

Kurt was pulled from his thoughts when an attractive guy wearing a very stylish hat appeared in front of him.

"Excuse me? I just love your jacket. Do you mind if I ask where you got it?"

"Of course not. I actually bought it online. Nieman Marcus. You can't find anything of this type of quality in Lima."

"Isn't that the truth."

Within minutes, Kurt was engaged in a robust fashion conversation with a guy named Michael. At least, he said his name was Michael.

"So, Kurt. Do you go to school around here?"

"Yes, I go to McKinley."

"Oh. I thought you might go to Dalton. I saw you earlier with a guy I thought I recognized from their glee club."

"Oh, that's my boyfriend, Blaine. He does go to Dalton and he is in their glee club. The Warblers."

"I knew he looked familiar. Aren't you lucky? Have you guys been together long?"

"Its been several months. But, it feels like forever. In a good way."

Michael saw Blaine walking their way.

"Well Kurt, I'd better run. Nice talking to you."

"You too."

Michael disappeared.

Blaine looked dark. "Who was that?"

"Oh, some guy who wanted to know where I bought my jacket."

"Uh huh. I'm sure that's not all he wanted."

"Oh, please. While I am flattered by your jealousy, I am also very hungry. However, we are not eating in this grease pit. Let's go."

Michael watched as Kurt and Blaine left.

Then he took off his hat and shook out his red hair.

The following week was Kurt's 18th birthday. He really wanted to spend it with just his family and Blaine, but Carol insisted they have a party. Kurt agreed as long as they could keep it simple. He invited everyone in the glee club and of course, Blaine. They all had fun hanging out, singing and dancing and acting silly. Burt watched Blaine and Kurt all night. He didn't like what he saw. It was as if the intense aura around and within Blaine had grown stronger and now reached out and surrounded Kurt, sucking him in and chaining him to Blaine's side. He shot Carol a look. She shrugged her shoulders. She still thought Burt was overreacting.

Publicly, Blaine gave Kurt a brand new, top-of-the line and very expensive, tennis racquet. But later, when they were alone, he gave Kurt a beautiful silver necklace that had an intertwined, platinum K&B hanging from it.

"You're to never take it off. Ever."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

That night, Blaine laid in bed, gently stroking himself and thinking about Kurt. Blaine was proud of himself. He had been very, very patient and he hadn't raped his beautiful boyfriend. Instead, he had trained him with patience and love. Kurt trusted him thoroughly and completely. He understood that he belonged to Blaine and he was willing to obey and do what he was told.

Yes, if was finally time for them to have sex. Lots and lots of sex.

As Blaine drove up the winding road to the Westerville Country Club, he couldn't help smiling. The WCC was actually one of his favorite places. Some of his happiest childhood memories were of the WCC.

Before his father's political career had taken off, Blaine's mother had spent her time volunteering for various women's groups and political action committees. She was always having lunch and meeting someone at the club. She would drag Blaine along and he would disappear into the kitchen. The staff of the WCC loved him. Unlike the other snotty kids who followed their parent's example of looking down on the staff, Blaine was always polite, respectful and quick to say hello or even lend a hand. The staff adopted him and taught him the inner workings of the club and the secrets of its members. Back then, he knew who was cheating on their spouse, who beat their wife and who was embezzling from their company. As he grew older and was able to stay home alone, he only came to the club for tennis, but he always stopped in the kitchen to say hello and chat with the staff members who still remembered him as the cute, curly haired kid who used to run around charming everyone.

Blaine had reserved a court for Kurt's first tennis lesson. The only problem was, he couldn't keep his hands off Kurt.

"Blaine, I'm pretty sure you don't have to grip my ass in order to show me how to hold the racquet."

"Oh, so you're a tennis expert now?"

"Just go get some balls. We're about to run out."

"Okay." Blaine lunged towards Kurt, sliding his hand between his legs.

"Blaine!"

Blaine laughed and gave him a wicked smile.

Once they got semi-serious, Kurt actually did pretty well, managing to hit the ball over the net more times than not.

They were having such a good time, they didn't notice the tall boy with curly brown hair and pretty green eyes watching their every move.

When they were ready for a break, they went inside the restaurant.

"Listen, I'm gonna pop into the kitchen for a minute to say hi. Do you wanna come?"

"No. I'm tired. You go ahead. I'm going to sit here and rest. You wore me out."

Blaine thought of several dirty responses to that comment but, kept his mouth shut.

"Okay. I'll be back."

Two minutes later, a good-looking boy appeared in front of Kurt.

"Hello."

Kurt looked up. "Hi."

"I'm Tyler. I'm a friend of Blaine's."

"Oh, I'm Kurt. Blaine just went to say hi to some people."

"Mind if I wait for him to come back?"

"Of course not. Have a seat."

Tyler took a long sip on the straw in his lemonade as he looked Kurt up and down.

"So, Tyler, how do you know Blaine?"

"We go to Dalton together and our families have been members here for years."

"Oh."

"And you? Are you a relative?"

Kurt smiled. "No, I'm his boyfriend."

Tyler took another long sip of his lemonade. This was going to be fun.

"How long have you been dating?"

"Several months."

"I assume he hasn't fucked you yet."

"W-what?"

"I assume you haven't let him fuck you yet. You see, that's what Blaine does. He fucks you and then he's done. He likes to hit it and quit it."

"W-wait...w-what?"

Tyler sipped more lemonade, watching Kurt's shocked expression.

"Well, maybe you'll have better luck. That's what he did to me anyway. He fucked me and then he left me and never looked back."

"What...Blaine...did...you...you slept with Blaine?"

"Well, technically he just fucked me. Many, many times."

Tyler stood up. He spotted Blaine making his way towards them.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, sweetheart. Good luck."

Tyler sauntered off, giving Blaine a nasty smile as they passed.

Blaine looked at Kurt.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Kurt's expression was somewhere between furious and about to cry.

"Kurt..."

"Stop. Don't say anything." Kurt grabbed his racquet and stood up.

"Take me home."

"Kurt..."

Kurt turned and started walking towards the door. Blaine quickly followed.

Tyler stood in the corner watching. A very satisfied smirk on his face.

Kurt waited until he got outside to let the tears really start.

"Kurt! Wait! Stop!"

Kurt spun around. "Is it true? Did you really sleep with him? Did you lie to me?"

Blaine felt exhausted and he knew they were just getting started.

"Kurt...it's not what you think..."

"Did you lie to me about having a boyfriend?"

"Tyler was never my boyfriend."

"Oh, so you just fucked him?"

"Actually, yes."

Kurt looked hurt and disgusted.

"Kurt, please, let me explain. It's not..."

Kurt turned and started walking again. "Take me home!"

Blaine stood there while the darkness swirled around inside him. That fucking Tyler. Wait till he saw him on Monday.

Blaine walked to his car. Kurt was standing with his back against the passenger door, his arms wrapped around himself. Once inside, Blaine locked the doors and turned to him.

"Kurt...please...I didn't mean to lie to you. I just...I didn't want to tell you the truth."

"Why not?"

"Because I know how you feel about love and sex and romance and frankly, what I did with Tyler was...well...it wasn't any of that. I didn't want you to think less of me."

"You didn't have to lie to me. You could have just told me!"

They sat there in silence.

"What else have you lied about?"

"Nothing else Kurt. I swear."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend? I mean, besides me?"

"No. Never. Honest."

Kurt leaned his head against the window.

"Please take me home."

Blaine didn't call Kurt Saturday evening or on Sunday. He was trying to give Kurt time to cool off. Instead, he sat in his room and tried to calm the darkness swirling around inside him. He was scared about Monday. He didn't want to kill Tyler. Or worse, rape the hell out of him. In addition to the darkness, Blaine's hormones were raging out of control. He had planned to start working on sex with Kurt this week. Now, that plan was all shot to hell thanks to Tyler. His hormones and the darkness were in an uproar, seeking revenge. Blaine needed time with Kurt to calm himself down. He needed his heaven to calm the hell.

He finally called Kurt around 7:00 pm Sunday night.

"Hello Blaine." Kurt sounded sad.

"Hi."

Silence.

"Kurt...I'm really sorry. Please, forgive me?"

Silence.

"Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Do you forgive me?"

"I guess."

"Kurt...I love you."

Silence.

"Kurt?"

"I know Blaine, I know. I gotta go. Goodbye."

Kurt hung up.

Blaine stood there holding his phone.

Fuck.

This was not going to work. He couldn't leave things like this. If he left things like this, he would kill Tyler tomorrow.

Blaine slipped on his jeans and a shirt and grabbed his car keys.

X-X-X-X-X

He parked a few doors down from the Hummel-Hudson home. It was 9:30 pm on a Sunday night, so the street was quiet and deserted. He dialed Kurt's number.

"What is it Blaine?"

"I'm outside. Let me in."

"What? Outside where?"

"Outside your house. Let me in."

"Blaine! Everyone's home! My dad will have a fit if he finds out you're here."

"Either you let me in or you sneak out. Which is it?"

Kurt thought for a moment. Either plan was risky but sneaking out was probably safer than Blaine getting caught in his room.

"Give me like, 15 minutes."

Kurt told Finn what he was up to, just in case his absence was discovered. He put on his pajamas and went to tell his dad and Carol goodnight. He then took off the pajamas and slid on a pair of jeans and a sweater and quietly sneaked out the back door.

Blaine drove to a small park, a few streets over. It was a nice night so they got out of the car and sat down on a bench.

"Okay, so what are you doing here?"

"I needed to see you."

"Why?"

"Because I love you and I need you to forgive me."

Kurt sighed. "Of course I forgive you Blaine."

"You do?"

"Yes...but..."

"But what?"

"Tell me about Tyler."

"There isn't much to tell. We used to have sex. That's it."

"Where?"

"At school."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, we couldn't do it at his house or..."

"No. I mean, why did you have sex with him?"

Blaine hated this conversation. This was awful. He might still kill Tyler for making him go through this.

"Because he asked me to."

"So...you just did it?"

"Yes."

"No relationship or anything?"

"No relationship. Kurt...it was just sex. That's it."

Kurt was quiet for a few minutes.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes."

They sat there. Kurt stared off into the darkness while Blaine stared at Kurt. Finally, Kurt turned towards him.

"You can't lie to me Blaine. About anything. No more lies.

"I promise. No lies. Ever."

"Okay." Kurt scooted closer to Blaine and rested his head on his shoulder. Blaine's entire body exhaled. This was good. Things were beginning to feel right again. In balance. But, there was one more thing Blaine needed.

He stood up and grabbed Kurt's hand.

"Are we leaving?"

"No."

Blaine pulled Kurt over to a cluster of trees. He backed him up against one and started kissing him possessively. He had to make sure.

"Blaine...stop...I...can't..."

Blaine didn't stop. Instead he unzipped Kurt's pants and slid to the ground. He sucked him off rough and hard. Kurt's scream echoed in the night.

He only gave Kurt a few minutes to recover.

"Suck me. Now." Kurt slid to the ground.

When he was done, Blaine stared into his eyes.

"I love you Kurt. You can't leave me because I love you."

"I love you too. And, I'll never leave you."

"Are you sure Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because I belong to you."

Blaine smiled. All was right with the world.