I guess the end of the world forgot to happen, so that's a good thing. : ) I am using the term of 'siren' loosely, for my needs in the story. Anyway, read on my friends….

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Last time on 'Love Me Not':

"But what is it? What did one simple surgery do to make my voice like the freaking gay pied piper?" Kurt demanded.

"Kurt, baby, she's trying to help," Blaine murmured in his ear.

Taking a deep breath, Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand in thanks. "I apologize. I'm sure you can imagine how frustrating this whole thing has been for me. I was relatively invisible in the world and now, well, now I have to either not talk or risk a riot."

"That must be incredibly frustrating. I have heard of a case like yours before, so I think I know how to help you if you are willing to work at it," Moira warned.

"I'm willing to do anything at this point. This has only been a couple days and I am at the end of my rope. Can you at least tell me what is going on?" Kurt practically begged.

"Open your mind, sweetheart," Moira said. "Nothing that has happened to you has been normal, right? So we have to think outside the norm."

Kurt's eyes narrowed. "How far outside of the norm?"

"Have you ever heard of a siren?" Moira asked.

"I take it you don't mean a siren on a cop car," Blaine said plainly.

"No, I think she means the kind that would supposedly lure men from their ships at sea and kill them. Am I right?" Kurt asked miserably.

"On the nose," Moira said.

"Well, shit," Kurt said.

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"Wait, I thought siren's were female?" Blaine asked, holding tightly to Kurt, realizing his boyfriend was shaking lightly.

"They are, typically. I don't think Kurt is a 'by the book' siren. I don't know if there is an exact word for him, but everything you are experiencing is very similar to the siren. The way the siren would be able to enchant men with her voice because she knew how to use that voice. Our voices are nothing but sound waves. Sirens were able to control the sound waves so only certain ones were used. For some reason, those waves were the ones that connected with the men," Moira said. "Think of it like pheromones. Certain people are attracted to certain pheromones. The siren was able to control which sound wave would attract the males. Kurt, I think you need to get to the point where you can recognize which sound waves you are using and alter your voice. In that way, you can control the way people react to you."

Kurt paused for a moment, taking it all in.

"I take it that's where you come in?" Blaine asked, rubbing Kurt's hands in his own.

"Yes. I can put Kurt under a light hypnosis and teach him how to literally see the sound waves and how it feels in his throat. When he learns how to control his voice, he won't sound different, per se, but the way people react will be different. It should be relatively easy as long as Kurt works at it. Otherwise, things will continue as they are now," Moira said, looking at Kurt with sympathy.

"Why would this happen to me," Kurt asked. "I'm a guy. I may be gay, but Jesus, that doesn't make me girly."

"Well, Kurt, like I said. This isn't by the book. Nothing necessarily is. Have you ever heard of Casanova? He had a form of this and used it to his advantage to sleep with all the women he could," Moira shared.

Kurt shuddered hard this time. "I could not even imagine taking advantage of that. Those people in the gym were like animals. When can we try this hypnosis thing? I want this to stop," Kurt said, completely serious.

"Well, if you're up to it, we can give it a try today. We may need to try it a couple times depending on how susceptible you are to hypnosis. But you look pretty desperate, so that should help," Moira grinned. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Ahmet, the candles and sage, please. Kurt, do you want Blaine to stay with you?"

"Oh, yes, please," Kurt said hopefully.

"Good. He will help ground you," Moira said, standing and grabbing the sage from Ahmet.

"Wait a second," Kurt said, reminded of something. "Why weren't Blaine or my family affected by my voice?"

"Because they already loved you," Moira said, distracted.

Kurt felt Blaine freeze beside him. He looked over at the red-faced man. Kurt couldn't help the tear that fell from his eye. "Blaine," he whispered, "look at me."

The curly haired man hesitantly peered at Kurt, his golden eyes filled with fear.

Kurt's heart was overflowing and he smiled so brightly that Blaine couldn't help but smile too. "You love me?"

"Since the first time I saw you," Blaine whispered, looking pale.

Kurt pulled him into a tight hug and Blaine squeezed back, relieved but scared to have his feelings put out there.

"I love you, too," Kurt whispered, kissing Blaine on the neck.

Blaine looked at him, a delighted grin covering his face before he kissed Kurt lightly. His love nearly overwhelmed him, though he knew this wasn't the time or place for it.

"Are you ready, my little lovebirds?" Moira said with a pleased smile. "Ahmet will be behind me providing me with energy from the other side. Pay him no attention. Okay?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, with one last squeeze for Blaine.

Kurt was arranged comfortably against the cushions with Blaine holding one hand. Moira began speaking softly to him, Ahmet breathing deeply behind her. Kurt concentrated on her voice, slowing his breathing, relaxing into her words and the feel of Blaine's warm hand around his. Soon, there were no voices to listen to, Kurt was floating on a cloud of comfort.

"Kurt, can you hear me?" Moira asked.

"Yes," Kurt said softly.

"What do you see around you?"

"Clouds," he murmured.

"For the rest of the time, as you speak, you will see your voice as a rainbow as it exits your mouth. Do you understand?" Moira asked.

"Yes," Kurt responded. In the place where he was floating, he saw a short stream of colors exit his mouth when he said the word. "Wow."

"Do you see the colors?"

"Yes," Kurt said, filled with wonder. "It is so beautiful." He was surrounded by the colors streaming from his mouth as he spoke. Gentle greens and blues, bold reds, oranges, and yellows.

"I want you to look for one color in particular. Look for the violet color. It will be near blue and indigo. When you can recognize the color, I want you to concentrate on it. Do you understand?" Moira asked gently. "Once you concentrate on the color, I want you to start telling me about Blaine."

"I understand," Kurt responded, watching the colors circling him as they left his mouth. "Blaine is the most wonderful human being. He is so kind, oh, there it is," he noted, seeing the pretty violet color escape his mouth. It was not as bright as the other colors, but as he continued to speak, he watched it. "It is so beautiful. Blaine is beautiful too. His eyes are like honey or amber when he wants me. From the start of all of this, he has been there for me. My hero, my safety. I think I fell in love with him the night he took me to the doctor. He was so kind and considerate. The violet is getting darker and more vibrant, like the other colors," Kurt said in a dreamy voice.

"Kurt, the violet color, that tone in your voice is what attracts others to you. I want you to keep talking about Blaine, but I want you to try and make the violet color go away. Feel your voice, feel the colors, the waves coming out of your mouth. Taste it, find out what makes the violet color different," Moira encouraged.

"Okay. Blaine is my best friend. He came to rescue me when the gymnastics team came after me," Kurt said, watching the violet color continue to stream from his voice. "I want to be with Blaine. Maybe that will happen soon," he said.

Blaine turned red, but neither Moira or Ahmet bothered to look at him. He shifted his position subtly, unable to keep his body from responding to what Kurt had said.

"Blaine is talented. He should sing all the time. Twenty four hours a day would never be long enough to get my fill of his voice," Kurt said, working at controlling the colors. As he continued to talk, he experimented with different tones and keys, seeing how the colors moved and spiraled around him. "I could see myself being with Blaine for a long time. I hope he feels the same," Kurt continued softly. As he said those words, the violet faded completely. He repeated the same words and the color returned. It felt like he had to tune his voice like a radio. But as he kept speaking, he got more and more control of it, trying to recognize it without looking.

"Concentrate, Kurt, you're doing it," Moira said, laying her hand on his forehead. "Keep the violet inside you."

Kurt had no clue what words were coming out of his mouth anymore as he concentrated on keeping the violet gone. Moira had mentioned taste and there was a subtle flavor behind each color, flavors he could come to recognize in time. Violet had a strong, appealing flavor, but hidden underneath, Kurt detected a slight bitterness to it. That helped him recognize it enough to keep it from coming out. He continued talking and experimented with what was coming out of his mouth. Encouraging the other colors to come out, he kept the strong taste of the violet hidden away.

"Alright, Kurt, you are doing wonderfully. I'm going to wake you up now. You will be able to sense the colors and flavors of your voice so you can continue practicing. You will wake happy and confident, ready for a great day with Blaine. You will gain control over your voice very quickly. Wake in five, four, three, two, one," Moira said.

Kurt felt himself rise through layers of clouds before he opened his eyes and smiled. "That was amazing. I'm guessing the violet tones are the ones that attract people?" he asked, looking at Moira.

"Yes. We are limited creatures. We don't use our entire brain. What you are dealing with is what someone would deal with if they were using at least half of their brain power. If you can work on this and concentrate on keeping the violet out of your voice, you shouldn't have any more problems," Moira said.

Kurt leaned up slowly and gave her a warm hug. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would do if I had to live with this for the rest of my life. I seemed to get control of it there at the last. I know I'll be able to recognize that tone." Kurt said. His body felt extremely calm and relaxed. He could still feel the shadows of the rainbows.

"Work on this every day, Kurt. It's just like working out a muscle. The more you work at it, the stronger you'll be, the less people will bug you," Moira said. "Call me with questions."

They all shared some coffee before Kurt and Blaine departed, sharing hugs and promises to call soon.

Kurt was feeling great, energized, but a little off balance at the same time. Blaine put his arm around his boyfriend and escorted him to the car.

"You're a little wobbly there, babe," Blaine said with a grin as he opened the door and helped Kurt inside.

"But I feel awesome," Kurt said with a giggle.

Blaine walked around and got in his side. "I am thinking we should get you back to your dorm room so you can chill out. Maybe we can watch a movie or talk so you can practice with your voice."

"Sounds good to me!" Kurt said with a grin.

They arrived back at the dorm and went in through the back, just until Kurt was more confident in his voice.

Kurt opened the door and locked it behind Blaine.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, babe?" Blaine asked, going over to sit on the bed.

"I'm so glad you told me you love me, or well, I guess Moira did. I've been hiding my feelings for a while," Kurt said, looking down. "I didn't know what to do. I've never had a boyfriend before, I've never had a crush that was returned. Although, to me at least, this is more than a crush. I love you, Blaine Anderson." As he said the words, he watched the rainbow leaving his mouth and surrounding him. No violet streams appeared so he was pleased.

Blaine stood back up and came over to rest his hands on Kurt's hips. "I love you, too, Kurt. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I just… I didn't know if it was too soon. The day I first saw you in that coffee shop and heard your laugh. Then when you shared your map, there was something about you. I couldn't stop thinking about you. The more I saw you, the more I talked to you. You are so kind and compassionate, thoughtful and beautiful. I had no choice but to fall in love with you," he said. He blushed prettily, his long lashes covering his golden eyes. "I never believed in love at first sight until I met you."

Kurt lifted Blaine's chin and looked into his eyes. "That makes me the luckiest man in the world." He lowered his lips to Blaine's and kissed him gently. For a few minutes, their lips moved innocently, sweetly, against each other, learning each other.

"Blaine?"

"Yeah, babe," Blaine repeated.

"Will you make love to me?" Kurt whispered, looking at him with wide, sincere blue green eyes.

"Are you sure, baby?" Blaine asked. "It has been a pretty emotional day. I don't want you to do more than you are ready for."

Kurt's eyes seemed to light on fire, turning bright green. He pulled Blaine closer, until Blaine could feel Kurt's erection pressing into his thigh. "I'm sure," Kurt said, his voice low and throaty. Kurt, while distracted by the friction he was finally getting on his cock, noticed that his voice was more mixtures of red and orange with tendrils of yellow throughout.

"Okay," Blaine whispered, his golden eyes blown with lust.

Kurt leaned in and slanted his mouth over Blaine's thrusting his tongue inside the other man's mouth. Blaine quickly reciprocated, grabbing Kurt to him and roaming his hands over his boyfriend's body.

Kurt stood back, panting. "Clothes, too many clothes," he muttered. His hands moved quickly over Blaine's button up and pushed it off his shoulders.

"Oh my god," he muttered, seeing Blaine's body. "I… you… I," he stuttered. Unable to express his attraction to the man. "So beautiful," he finally spit out.

Blaine tried undoing Kurt's shirt but quickly got frustrated. "How about we strip ourselves," he muttered.

"Good idea," Kurt breathed. He made quick work of his boots, pants, and undershirt.

Soon, they stood in front of each other in their boxer briefs, both with erections straining against the fabric.

"Kurt," Blaine whispered. "You are unreal, stunning."

"All I know is that if you don't touch me soon, I'm going to come in my boxers," Kurt said desperately. He questioned his attitude, but slightly remembered, as if in a dream, that Moira had said he would be confident. This was definitely beyond how he would usually act.

"Damn, Kurt," Blaine said and stripped off his boxers, his thick cock springing up and hitting him in the stomach.

Kurt swallowed then slid his own boxers off, his cock, pale but long and hard, stood out proudly.

They silently moved to the bed, Kurt stripping the comforter off. He laid down and opened his arms to Blaine. His boyfriend crawled onto the bed and lay on top of him, both of them gasping and moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other.

They lay there, kissing, nuzzling and nipping at each other's necks and chests. Blaine licked and scratched his nails down Kurt's nipples, causing the other man to buck up, crying out in pleasure. Continuing down his body, Blaine licked down Kurt's lightly toned abs until he reached Kurt's hips. He suckled at Kurt's hip bone, leaving a deep purple bruise. Kurt was moaning, pulling at Blaine's curls as Blaine reached over and created a matching bruise on his other hip.

Finally, Blaine reached Kurt's cock and flicked his tongue against the leaking tip.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried out, his hips rising, needing more.

Blaine didn't tease him, instead he took Kurt fully in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks.

Kurt wanted to cry at the sensations coursing through him as Blaine licked and sucked at his cock. He wanted to come, but he was determined to go all the way first.

"Blaine, please, I need you inside me," Kurt whimpered. "Please. I want to be yours in every way."

"You want to bottom, baby? It's up to you," Blaine panted against his ear. He kissed Kurt deeply and Kurt moaned at the salty taste of his own pre-come on Blaine's tongue.

"Yes, please. I'll try topping sometime, but this first time, I want to feel you inside me, please, Blaine. I am so close, but I want to feel you first," Kurt begged.

"Alright, baby, hold on. I have to prep you first," Blaine said, trying to hold on to his own control. He reached into the nightstand for the lube. He quickly slicked up his fingers and teased at Kurt's entrance. Kurt moaned and pushed against his finger, so he slid it inside him, through the tight ring of muscle, gasping at the tight hole that seemed to want to swallow his finger.

"Move, please," Kurt said, tilting his hips up, loving the feeling of something inside him other than his own fingers.

Blaine began moving and as Kurt instructed him, he added another finger. Blaine had to stroke himself just for some friction as he became overwhelmed by the feeling of taking Kurt. His boyfriend begged for another finger and Blaine obliged, moaning as Kurt began fucking himself down on the fingers.

"I'm ready, Blaine. Please, I need you inside me," Kurt cried.

Blaine slicked himself up and lined up at Kurt's entrance. Leaning forward he claimed Kurt's lips as he slowly eased his way inside, swallowing the sound of Kurt's scream. They continued kissing until Blaine was fully seated inside Kurt.

"Are you okay, baby?" Blaine asked him, searching Kurt's face for any sign of pain or discomfort.

"Oh yes, Blaine. Please move, please!" Kurt begged.

Leaning down over his lover, Blaine tucked his arms under Kurt's shoulders and began pushing and pulling inside him. He watched as Kurt's eyes rolled back and his mouth opened to a perfect O at the new sensations.

Soon, Kurt's hips met his thrusts and there was nothing in the world except them. They stared into each other's eyes. Blown green eyes met blown honey eyes and they cried out, moaned and groaned.

Blaine could feel his orgasm building and began thrusting harder and faster, Kurt's cries showing his approval.

"B-Blaine, I'm going to come," Kurt whimpered.

"Yes, baby, come, I want to see you come," Blaine whispered, grasping Kurt's cock and stroking him once, twice until Kurt came, shooting come all over his stomach and chest. Over and over, his cock throbbed and more come leaked out until Kurt lay there, limp.

Blaine, satisfied that Kurt had come, let himself go and came with one more thrust, filling Kurt with his come. It was an amazing feeling, like he was claiming Kurt as his own and he was. He would never let Kurt go. He was Blaine's for as long as Kurt would have him.

Both of them hissed and Kurt whimpered as Blaine pulled out and collapsed next to his lover. He leaned over and kissed Kurt.

"I love you, Kurt Hummel," he murmured over Kurt's lips.

"I love you, Blaine Anderson," Kurt replied sleepily. "I am so glad you were my first. That was the most amazing experience of my life."

"For me as well," Blaine said.

He wanted Kurt to be able to sleep comfortably, so he got a warm, wet cloth from the bathroom and gently cleaned Kurt from top to bottom. Then he covered him with the comforter. He quickly cleaned himself up and joined Kurt in the bed, pulling his body close.

"Sleep, my love," Blaine whispered.

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I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. This will be the last chapter for the next couple of days due to the holidays. No matter where you are or what you celebrate, I wish you the happiest of holidays, peace, and love. Much love to you all.