I am a wreck over the last episode. I just can't even… Expect more Klaine fluff than usual!

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Last time on "Stuck in Reverse":

Blaine put his hand over Kurt's mouth. "Hush, my love. I have never had an experience like that. It was just so beautiful and raw. I felt your love through every movement you made. I love you so much. And that is what this experience said to me. I'm crying because I'm so happy. I came here after a miserable night, needing to be dominated. Then I was punished and forgiven, which I needed so desperately. Then I was told that you love me. You sang to me. And after all of that, you make love to me and fuck me all at the same time. It was overwhelming. Thank you for a night I will never forget," Blaine said softly with a smile.

Kurt felt his heart melt at his words. "Thank you. I don't think I've ever felt as close to you as I do now. I love you."

"I love you, too," Blaine said sleepily, his eyes opening and closing slower.

Kurt reached over and flipped off the lamp. "Sleep, my love."

"Yes, Sir," Blaine whispered as he drifted off.

Kurt watched him as much as he could, stroking his hair, never wanting to let go. Finally, sleep overtook him and he fell asleep, more at peace than he had been in months.

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The sun was shining in the room when Kurt woke up. His body felt relaxed and languid. A smile stretched across his face remembering the wonderful night they'd had before. Blaine loved him. He loved Blaine. There was nothing else that mattered in this world.

"What are you smiling for?" A sweet voice came from close to his ear.

Kurt slowly opened his eyes, his smile growing wider. Blaine was leaning over him, gazing at him with his soft lips lifted in a matching smile. "I'm smiling because I made love with the man I love last night. I'm smiling because I'm happy." He reached up and traced the curve of Blaine's face and pushed his sleep mussed hair from his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Sir," Blaine said softly, leaning his face into Kurt's hand, humming with the contact.

"Why are you calling me Sir again, sweetie?" Kurt asked, stroking small designs on Blaine's cheek.

"I realized while I was gone that though I was forced into being a submissive, I really am one. I find comfort in it. It's a need in me that I need fulfilled. You did that so well for me. Did you notice that when I was still living here and we'd eased off the Domination that I became a little prick?" Blaine asked, his golden eyes soft but serious.

"You were a little unpleasant at times," Kurt allowed.

"A little unpleasant? I was yelling at you! That is not right. No matter if we were roommates, lovers, or Dom and sub. That kind of behavior is unnecessary. I should have apologized. I should have been punished. I realized that I need you. I need you for the comfort, for the fulfillment of that part of me inside that needs to submit. And, yes, I need you for the punishments. With your help, I can work on becoming a decent person and not an asshole," Blaine said, his face intense. "That is, if you are still willing. I know I don't deserve it."

"Of course you deserve it, my love," Kurt said emphatically, sitting up and gripping Blaine's face. "I would love to be your Dom again. I may not be the best Dom there is, but I've learned a lot and I will continue to learn. My question is, how do we do that when you aren't living here? Will you come to me when you need me?"

Blaine sat up and snuggled into his side, still able to look into Kurt's eyes. "Sir, while I think that living out on my own was good for me and I learned a lot; I would love to move back in here if that would suit you. I want to be able to come home every day and see you, I want to kneel next to you as I do my homework. I want to pleasure you after a hard day, I want to be here with you. If you'll have me," Blaine said, his eyes full of foreboding.

Kurt answered by picking Blaine up and placing him in his lap, wrapping his arms around him, squeezing hard. "My love, I would love nothing better than for you to be here every day of our lives. I have missed having you here. It hasn't been right without you. Kiss your Dom," he said, his voice going cool and demanding.

Blaine moaned loudly. "Yes, Sir," he muttered, turning his face up to Kurt's.

Their mouths slanted together, tongues stroking and twirling around one another. Pure heat emanated from their touch until they were both panting.

Kurt pushed him away, his blue eyes were icy yet hot. "On your knees next to the bed," he commanded.

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said, his hazel eyes slightly glazed. He scrambled off the bed and knelt gracefully next to the bed, his hands upright on his thighs.

Kurt slid to the edge of the bed and stroked at his growing cock. "Show me how you can pleasure me. And don't forget, you can safeword any time you need to. If I'm being too demanding. But at this moment, I really just want to feel those gorgeous lips wrapped around me," he said, his glasz eyes blown with lust.

"Oh yes, Sir. I love the way you taste, Sir," Blaine said, leaning forward and taking Kurt's cock in his hands. Immediately he deep throated Kurt until he bumped into the back of his throat. Humming in pleasure, he looked up and saw that Kurt's eyes had literally rolled back. Pleasure poured through him knowing he'd brought his Dom to this point. He pulled back and went down on him again, fucking Kurt with his mouth.

"Blaine, baby, oh sweet baby, you are magic," Kurt groaned from the bed. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, Master, come for me," Blaine got out before plunging down on him again and again, loving the way his cock felt against the back of his throat.

"Blaine, god, ung!" Kurt cried as he came in shooting spurts down Blaine's throat.

Blaine loved the sensation of the come, swallowing and swallowing until Kurt grew soft and whimpered. Blaine lovingly pulled off of Kurt, tenderly laying his cock against his body. He then returned to his sub position of hands on his thighs and head lowered.

"Give me your hands," Kurt's voice came, wrecked, but in control.

Immediately Blaine did as he was told and Kurt pulled him onto the bed.

"Face down on the bed," Kurt told him. "With that delicious ass in the air."

Blaine again did what Kurt said and shivered in anticipation. He knew his Dom would take care of him the best way he saw fit and Blaine was excited, his cock hard and dripping.

Kurt looked at Blaine, at his perky ass in the air, just waiting. He maneuvered between Blaine's legs and grabbed his ass in both hands and dove in with his tongue.

Blaine screamed out when Kurt's tongue licked around his still tender hole, the pain and pleasure overwhelming.

Kurt licked around before plunging inside him, fucking him with his tongue. He reached around and began stroking Blaine's straining cock. At one point, he pulled his face away and smacked Blaine's ass, probably still sore from the previous day. Blaine moaned in ecstasy. Then he went back into alternating licking and plunging around the delicate flesh of Blaine's hole. He pulled away from Blaine's cock and slid a finger right into him, rubbing lightly on his prostate.

By this point, Blaine was crying, overwhelmed by all the different points of pleasure coming at him. He never knew what Kurt was going to do next. He felt some deep feeling building up inside him he'd never felt before. Like he was being pushed toward the edge of a precipice.

Kurt knew Blaine was reaching his breaking point so he rhythmically plunged his tongue inside him and stroked his cock. Blaine's body shook as he pushed his ass back toward Kurt, needing more.

"Master!" Blaine screamed as suddenly he came and came into Kurt's hand. His whole body was trembling from the force of his orgasm.

Kurt quickly grabbed a tissue and cleaned his hand off. He then turned to Blaine and gathered him in his arms, pulling them back to the pillows. Blaine was out of it, deep into his subspace. Kurt had done research and talked to Seb about subspace and he knew that it was a special, unique place for a sub where he could find ultimate peace and comfort. Kurt got him settled on the bed and snuggled under the blanket. He quietly went and took a shower, dressing casually for the day. He was hoping to spend much of his time in bed with Blaine.

Going out to the kitchen he started coffee. He'd had two cups when Blaine came stumbling out, wet from his shower and dressed only in sweat pants. He immediately came up to Kurt and put his arms around him. Kurt could feel that he was still trembling a little.

"Are you alright, my sweet boy?" Kurt asked, kissing him softly on the lips.

"Sir, I, I have never experienced anything so intensely beautiful in my life. I've heard of subspace, but I didn't think it was real. I, I just have to say thank you. I have never felt so full of love and just floating beautifulness," Blaine said, giggling a little at his own words.

"Gorgeous boy, I am so happy. I'd hoped to get you there. Why don't you sit down and I'll make you some food. You need some protein in you," Kurt said, hugging Blaine to him before guiding him to a chair.

After a meal of pancake, bacon, sausage and eggs, they went and cuddled by the TV. Before turning it on, Kurt turned to Blaine.

"Blaine, a couple times this morning, you called me Master. Did you realize that?" He asked gently.

"I didn't plan to call you that, but after it came out of my mouth, I realized how right it was. You are my Master in all senses of the word. Master of me, my heart, my soul, my body, everything. I think you've helped me heal from the last person who insisted I call him master. With you, my subconscious decided it was time and that you fit the role of what I need a Master to be," Blaine said. He gave a light chuckle. "After I woke up and got in the shower, I was so stinking clear headed, I think I might have aced a calculus exam. It was amazing."

"That's so interesting. Maybe someone should try to bottle that stuff, huh?" Kurt said and Blaine nodded with a giggle. "You overwhelm me, Blaine. With the force of your love, your conviction. I can only hope that I don't let you down," he said, honestly worried.

"You won't, Sir, I promise you. Between the two of us, I think we'll make it perfect for what we need. We'll stumble, but we'll be open with each other. I love you and you love me and that is enough to get us through," Blaine said, snuggling into Kurt and nuzzling at his neck.

"My sweet, beautiful boy. I am honored by your trust. Now, let's step back from the serious talk and see what's on TV," Kurt said.

He was flicking through the channels when Blaine sat up.

"Where's Biscuit?" he asked, worried.

"He's staying with Lacey for a couple days. We'll go pick him up tonight if you want," Kurt said.

"Can we go now?" Blaine said, bouncing around.

"Not yet, sweetie. I want some nice quiet time with you and as soon as Biscuit sees you, he's going to go nuts and I won't have you at all," Kurt said, winking at him.

"Okay," Blaine said, settling back into Kurt only to sit up again, crying out in panic.

David Karofsky was on the screen in a breaking news announcement.

Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine. "Don't look at the TV, but I want you to listen. Do you understand me? You are safe."

Blaine got off the couch and knelt between Kurt's knees, facing Kurt, wrapping his arms around one of Kurt's legs.

The news anchor was staring at the screen with a picture of Karofsky in the upper corner. "This just in, David Karofsky, running for Congress, has announced that he is stepping down from the Congressional race. Here is what he had to say:"

"I have decided to step down from politics as a whole. I was convinced recently that my home and my family life is where I need to concentrate," he said, his face pale.

"What will you do now?" the anchor asked.

"I'm actually going to be doing some work around the house. Some remodeling. I've already taken down my pool house," he said, looking directly into the screen. "We're just going to start over and live quietly."

They returned to regular programming after that.

Kurt turned the TV off and looked down at Blaine who was practically choking his leg. "Blaine, we need to talk."

Blaine looked up at him with confused eyes. "You knew. Somehow you knew who that man was."

"Yes, I knew, er, I know. I've known for a while. I must say that the project I told you I was working on the other day, was preparing to bring Karofsky down," Kurt said honestly.

"What? Sir, that was dangerous! What if he hurt you? What if he made you be his slave?" Blaine said, tears streaking down his face.

"Blaine, calm down," Kurt said sternly. "Breathe with me," he said, putting his hand over Blaine's chest. They breathed together for a moment until Blaine was calm and still.

"Good boy. Now listen before you say anything else, okay?"

At Blaine's nod, Kurt started in on the entire story of what he and Seb had done. Blaine listened attentively, giggling a little when Kurt talked about Artie's shop. Kurt promised to take him there sometime. He told him about Nick and sorrow colored Blaine's face, but lit up again when he heard that Nick was strong and had made it through okay.

By the time Kurt finished the tale, including the DVD's, Blaine looked emotionally drained.

"What are you feeling right now, Blaine," Kurt asked, carding his fingers through his hair as he had through the whole story.

"Overwhelmed. Worried for you and Sebastian. Most of all, I am in awe of you, Master," Blaine said, tears falling down his cheeks. "You did this for me," he said in awe, his eyes wide and round, shining with admiration.

"Of course I did. I will do anything for you," Kurt said emphatically.

"But you don't understand, nobody in my life has ever really done anything for me. And look at what you did! You broke the law, you faced a disgusting monster of a person, you put yourself in danger. All for me. I don't have to be scared anymore. I am humbled by the extent of how you show your love to me," Blaine said.

Getting up, Blaine crawled in Kurt's lap and went to his favorite place, nuzzled into Kurt's neck. "Thank you, Master."

"Oh my darling, you are welcome. I love you so much," Kurt said, nosing into Blaine's hair.

"I love you, too."

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Had to have some fluff. I may write more just to have more fluff. MORE!