Chapter 2

A/N: Hey you guys, I thought that I should tell you that this will probably be my first and last regular update. I'm going back to school the day after tomorrow and I'm sad to say it but school comes first… So it might be a couple of days to a couple of weeks before I can update again, and I'm sorry…

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or Kurt, or Blaine. Though I want those precious boys in my life.

"Blaine!" Wes shrieked, jumping up from his seat as his coffee went flying from the table.

"Sorry sorry sorry!" Blaine cried, moving to clean up Wes' slacks and wincing as he sat on his heels. It had been a painful night, and Blaine had found it difficult to sit down all day.

"It's okay…" Wes murmured, sighing slightly. "What's up with you today..? You're all jumpy.."

"'S nothing, Wes… Just sore is all.."Blaine smiled slightly, looking down. Sore ass, back, thighs, neck… Blaine thought to himself, running his hand through his hair.

"Sore..? Nice night at the club then..?" Wes chuckled, grinning down at his best friend.

"Y- yeah…" Blaine murmured, standing slowly and moving to take the napkins he used to the bin. He winced as he moved, trying not to show it, but Wes new better.

"It was that piece of shit, Sebastian, wasn't it..?" Wes growled, standing as Blaine froze.

"H- he's not a piece of shit…" Blaine whimpered, refusing to look at Wes.

"Go to the car." Wes growled, unfairly using his dominance against Blaine. Blaine glared at Wes as he followed his command, walking quickly out the door and standing next to the door.

"He's not.." Blaine pleaded, looking up at Wes as he came back over to him.

"I'm not talking about him. I'm not letting you see that asshole again." Wes snarled, before opening Blaine's door and shoving him in. "I'm taking you home."

Blaine didn't see Sebastian for weeks after that. Wes didn't let him go back to the club, and he'd never seen Sebastian outside of it. But to be honest, he was glad. He'd taken time to relax and stop worrying about his submissive tendencies, though in turn this was causing him to become more and more pent up sexually.

After two months, Blaine couldn't take it anymore. He needed to go to a club, to be dominated.. Or at least be in that wonderful atmosphere. So he resolved to beg Wes for the permission to return to his club, and to see his friends again. He picked up his phone, automatically dialling his friend's number.

"Hey Blaine, what's up?" Came Wes' voice, and a sound of sizzling in the background.

"I- I have a problem, Wes…" Blaine murmured, ashamed, as he looked at his toes, walking into his closet and peering around at his sub outfits, all made of tight fitting material, and deciding which would be most suited to tonight.

"What would that problem be, Blaine?" Wes asked, obviously flipping burgers or something similar as he talked.

"I- I can't take it anymore… I need it.." Blaine whimpered into the phone, running his hand through his hair.

"You don't wanna say it, do you..?" Wes laughed, the sizzling sound stopping as Wes slid the frypan off of the element.

"S- say what?" Blaine blushed, biting his lip though he knew that Wes couldn't see him.

"You miss being fucked, taken, used.." Wes grinned, leaning against the counter as he listened.

"I- I can say it… I'm not ashamed…" Blaine stuttered, blushing deeper.

Wes laughed on the other side of the phone, making Blaine have to pull his end away from his ear. "Oh Blainers… You cute little thing!" He continued to laugh, before speaking again. "Alright, fine. I'll take you to one of my favourite clubs, that way I can protect you if that asshole comes near you…" He ended with a growl, glaring at the wall.

"O- okay…"

"Wear something sexy." Wes grinned, snapping his phone shut and nodding his head. This would be interesting.