Chapter 20

Blaine backed away slowly.

"Stay the fuck away from me Phil."

"Relax Blaine. I just want to have a little chat. Although..."

Phil took his hand and placed it squarely between his legs and started rubbing his cock through his pants.

"I do have a big...situation here if you would like to take care of it for me. Seeing you always turns me on and seeing you weak...well, that shit is hot."

"Does my father know you're gay, Phil? You know, he doesn't like gays."

Phil laughed. "It wouldn't matter if he knew or not. All he cares about is my outstanding political mind and my talent for handling the...difficult situations that sometimes arise in politics. I'm an excellent political strategist and his best friend. I'm going to get your dad re-elected and to Washington, despite this little fuck up you caused. Besides Blaine, I told you. I'm not gay. I don't like boys. I just like you."

Blaine wasn't about to close his eyes with Phil standing there, touching himself but, he was thinking hard, searching inside himself. Where the hell was it?

"You can think hard thoughts all you want to Blaine. That voodoo shit isn't going to save you. From what your father told me about your grandfather, depending upon how much you and your little buddy Kurt screwed all week, you are depleted. I'm guessing you probably fucked the shit out of him for days so, you are pretty...impotent right now." Phil laughed hysterically.

"What do you want Phil?"

"Besides you on your knees with your mouth open? Several things. First, you are going to make a statement with your father. Second, you are going to attend select campaign appearances this summer to prove that you and your father have a wonderful relationship and third...well, let's just focus on one and two for now."

"And what exactly makes you think I am going to do all that?"

"Because Blaine, you really don't have a choice anymore. We're not scared of you, you little freak." Phil suddenly rushed him, pinning him against the wall. Blaine struggled to break free but Phil was strong. He leaned in close and Blaine could feel his erection against his leg.

"I'll make you a deal Blaine. You do this for your father and...you do something for me and I'll make sure Kurt stays safe in Lima."

Blaine pushed him off and punched him, his fist landing on Phil's jaw. He punched him again and was sure he had managed to break his nose. Phil grabbed him around the neck and managed to deliver three quick, hard punches to Blaine's stomach, winding him and causing him to collapse. Phil sat on Blaine, straddling his chest. He scooted up so that his knees were pinning Blaine's arms, his crotch right against his chin. He roughly grabbed Blaine's hair, held his head steady and looked into his eyes.

"Gosh your mouth is pretty. If your father wasn't home, I would drive myself right down your fucking throat."

He looked at Blaine for another moment and then stood up. Blaine scooted back to the wall.

"Now, Blaine. You think about what I said and give your father an answer tomorrow. You make the statement on Wednesday, you join the campaign and...eventually you help me out. If not, you lose your car and, since you won't be able to visit Kurt with no car, I'll drive to Lima to make sure he's doing okay. I'll go visit him as much as you need me to. What do you think? Everyday?"

Blaine could barely breathe but he scrambled up and lunged towards Phil again. Phil jumped back and moved around to the other side of the kitchen island, separating them.

"I suggest you calm down and think about my offer." He turned to leave but then stopped and turned back to look at Blaine.

"Tell me Blaine? Is he a screamer? I always figured he would be a screamer." Phil laughed and walked out.

Blaine went to his room and collapsed against his bedroom door.

He felt betrayed. Where was the darkness? Was what his father said, true? Too much sex made it go away or weaken?That made no sense. How long would this last? He hadn't seen Kurt in 5 days. If he stayed away from him, would the darkness start to grow again? He didn't want to stay away from Kurt. The past 5 days were already taking a toll. His heart and his body ached with longing. He couldn't wait for Kurt to get back on Monday.

For the first time in a long time, Blaine felt weak and trapped.

He had to figure things out and he had to do it fast.

Around 5:00 pm, Blaine took a shower, combed his hair, put on the shirt his mother had bought him for Christmas, a pair of pressed jeans and positioned himself in the kitchen with a magazine. At about 6:00 pm, his mother arrived home.

"Hi mom. How was it?"

Elaine looked exhausted. "Ugh. I don't know how Eleanor does it. Seven birthday parties every year. And she always makes such a production of every single one. It took forever to get anything done with the little ones in the way, running around and getting into tangles with each other." She collapsed in a chair.

Blaine began his performance.

"Mom, you look beat." He smiled his best smile. The one that worked on women everywhere. "Tell ya what? How about you and I go out for pizza? Remember Rosa's? We used to love going there." Smile, head tilt, eyelash flutter.

Elaine was his mother and a woman.

"Oh, darling! What a wonderful idea. But, what about your father? I need to cook something for him."

"We'll bring him back something."

"Oh, okay. Give me a moment to freshen up." Blaine watched her go upstairs.

At least somethings in his life were still easy.

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As Blaine sat across from his mother, he studied her face. She really was pretty. Actually, she was supermodel beautiful. Her black hair was thick and full and her face was round with high cheekbones. Her eyes had a sexy, slightly Asian slant to them while her skin had an olive undertone. His mother was beautiful. How the hell had she ended up with his father?

"Mom, you could be a supermodel."

Elaine laughed. "Oh, really Blaine but, thank you." She was quiet for a moment. "You know, it's actually kind of funny that you would say that. Once upon a time, I did think about moving to New York and becoming a fashion model."

"Why didn't you? You would have been great."

She smiled. "Because nice girls from good mid-western, conservative families didn't do such things. We grew up, went to college to meet a husband, got married and had lots of children." She sighed sadly. "You know Blaine, you weren't supposed to be an only child. Your father and I wanted lots of children but, things didn't work out that way."

"It's okay. I like being an only child." He smiled at her. Eyelash flutter. Elaine immediately felt better. It was okay that she only had one child. Look at that one child. He was freaking gorgeous. And, eventually he would outgrow the gay thing.

After they ordered, Blaine began very carefully.

"Mom, did you ever meet dad's dad, Congressman Jim?"

She laughed. "Oh yes. I met him. He was something else."

"How so?"

She stared off into space. "Your grandfather was amazing. Handsome, charismatic, well-spoken. Every time he walked into a room, he owned it and everyone in it. Everyone wanted to be near him, to know him, talk to him, touch him. He really was something." She paused. "I think he's the real reason I married your father."

Now that was interesting. His father didn't strike him as anything like his grandfather.

"When I first came to meet your grandparents, it was during a big cookout. Your grandfather pulled me inside and sat me down in his study. He told me I was beautiful and perfect for his son. He said James would always take care of me and our children and that I would be a fool not to marry him. Something about the way he said it made me agree immediately, and your father hadn't even asked me to marry him. I told your grandfather that I would definitely marry his son if he asked. And then he said the strangest thing. He said, "Elaine, my son will be very successful but never as strong or as powerful as I am and that's okay. It's for the best because you will never have to be apart." I thought it was the oddest thing for a father to say to the girl he was trying to get to marry his son. It was as if he were trying to manage my expectations regarding how far your father would go politically."

"What was my grandmother like?"

"Oh, Tania was amazing too. Your grandfather was always in D.C., leaving her here to raise your father and his sisters. But when they were together, it was like watching a magical love story. The bond between the two of them was incredible. They were so in love. Your grandfather would be gone all during the congressional session but once the session was over, he and Tania would go away together, just the two of them. They called it their reconnect time. I thought it was wonderful. Such a great way to keep a marriage alive, especially one with so much separation. I really admired their marriage. My parents loved each other but, they were more like friends. Jim and Tania were truly lovers." Elaine looked wistful. "I wish your father and I could reconnect. Maybe once the campaign is over, we can get away."

Blaine looked at his mother. Could he trust her? What would she say if he told her about Phil? While he was thinking, his mother answered his question.

"Blaine, you really need to make this statement with your father. I'm sorry for what happened but, we need to save your father's political career."

Blaine sighed. At the end of the day, she was always on his side.

But that was okay. He now had an idea of what he had to do.

James sat in his office waiting for Phil. Phil had assured him that he could get Blaine to agree to make the statement and to attend certain appearances. They didn't need him for all of the planned speeches, just the ones in front of female heavy audiences. Blaine was great with women. They all wanted to sleep with him. Plus, women were scoring the highest in the, least likely to vote for James Anderson section of their latest poll. Women had a special hatred for child abusers. They needed to see that James was a good, supportive father, whether they agreed with homosexuality or not.

James took a sip of his drink. Boy was he glad he had Phil around. Phil was great. James was lucky to have met him at that first Young Republicans meeting, all those years ago. Phil had always been in his corner. Encouraging him, setting up his very first run for office, taking care of the nastier side of politics. Hell, he even had Phil to thank for landing Elaine. Elaine's beauty had intimidated James. He was going for Eleanor. She seemed more attainable and she was smart. James could have settled for brains over beauty. Kind of like Bill Clinton and Hilary. But, Phil had seen the way James looked at Elaine. He had encouraged him to go for it despite the fact that she originally had eyes for Phil. What a good friend. Giving up the beauty queen for his buddy. James owed his political success to Phil and his marriage. He never would have made it this far without him. Thank goodness he was willing to handle Blaine.

It had taken James a few days to recognize what was different about Blaine but finally, he remembered. Blaine had that same look his father always had when he returned from those trips with his mom. He'd always thought it was because they had such a good time together. Then one night, he'd come home early from a date and overheard his mother trying desperately to seduce his father.

Please Jim. Make love to me before you leave. I miss you so much when you are gone.

Tania, my darling, you know I want to but, I must be at the top of my game. I have a meeting with Senator Owlston, shortly after my arrival in D.C. tomorrow. He is a tough negotiator. I can't be weakened.

Sometimes I hate this...power of yours. Its not fair. You always put keeping it strong before me.

Now, Tania. You know that's not true. I promise, when this session is over, you and I will go away as always and I will make it up to you. Over and over and over. You can completely drain me.

It had taken James a while to figure out exactly what his parents had been discussing. But, over time, he put it all together.

Blaine had come home with that same look. That same relaxed body stance, clear eyes and calm demeanor. So different from his normal state of deep, menacing darkness. His son had been screwing around with his boyfriend. Yuck. It was disgusting. Hopefully he was the one giving it to this Kurt kid and not the other way around. At least that would make it a little better.

Phil appeared in the doorway.

"Well?" asked James.

"He'll do it. He will tell you tomorrow."

"What did you say to him? How did you get him to agree?"

Phil looked at James hard. They had always had an understanding. Phil would handle the hard stuff, James would remain innocently and blissfully unaware.

"Do you really want to know?"

James looked into his drink. "No."

"I didn't think so."