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Once they'd opened the flood gates and told each other that they loved one another the two couldn't stop saying it after that. They found cute and creative ways to include it into their daily lives. It started that night with Blaine revealing how much he loved the new flavor of their toothpaste he and Kurt had picked out three days earlier. Kurt told him he was allowed to love their new toothpaste, just so he didn't love it more than he loved Kurt. Blaine assured him that that would be impossible. In the days following, anything they'd say they loved they'd always follow it with a "..but not as much as I love you." That became a mouthful to keep saying over and over again, so they just shortened it to "I love you more than (fill in the blank)".

Kurt would be preparing a salad and taste the dressing (he made from scratch) and exclaim "I love you more than this dressing". They shared with the understanding that Kurt was implying he loved the dressing, but loved Blaine more.

Tuesday morning before Kurt left for the office, that he'd been sorely neglecting, Blaine called out from the shower that he loved Kurt more than the bath and body works he lathered himself up with. Kurt hollered back, through the closed door (because he only had so much willpower to make it the whole 14 days, as promised) that he loved Blaine even more than how delicious the scrub made him smell. And that night after getting ready for bed Blaine had said "I love you more than my Pajamas." .

Kurt looked him up and down feverishly, struggling to keep his hands to himself. "You love me more than my pajamas" he corrected him, than added "I already told you, you in my pajamas is my kryptonite.".

Blaine yelped and dodged Kurt's grasp as he grabbed for him. It progressed into them playing chase throughout the second floor. Blaine let Kurt catch him, when he had run out of new places to be chased. They ended up back where they started in Kurt's room. Kurt grabbed him by his waist and bear hugged him from behind and Blaine faux fought for his release. Their wrestling landed them on Kurt's bed. Kurt was crowned victorious when he successfully pinned Blaine beneath him to where he could fight no further- faux or not.

They found each other's mouths easily after that and soon they were both panting between kisses. Kurt sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth and the youth bucked up from underneath him. Kurt sucked on his tongue and fell under Blaine's spell of methodical movements. Blaine bit down on Kurt's lower lip and Kurt ground down on Blaine causing the most beautiful sound to escape his Sub's lips. Kurt inhaled that moan, then let it escape louder still from his own lips. They played like that, for a little more time, before Kurt threw himself off of Blaine, in one swift movement, onto the empty side of the bed. They both laid there in silence, for what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, just breathing in the cool air of the autumn night.

"I love you more than sex." Kurt finally said into the quiet room.

I love you more than sex too, Sir." There were several more beats before he added "but it's a very very close second.".

They both chuckled. They went to bed with their hearts filled with love and their hard cocks left neglected.

The next morning they awoke aware that the countdown was at 9 days. 9 whole days left of their journey of celibacy. It was 9 days to many for both of them. Kurt had given up on his stance on morning kisses, before brushing, pretty much right after Blaine first slept in with him. The way Blaine slept, with just the tiniest of snores, kept Kurt locked in place. He stared at Blaine until he was afraid he'd bore holes right through the side of his head. He couldn't help himself from waking him. First, with the tiniest of kisses to his lips, then progressing to sucking his lips, to open mouth kisses with sweeping of tongues and the stealing of each other's breath. It was raw, and perfectly imperfect, and Kurt couldn't get enough of it.

The following morning, Kurt new better than to put them into a situation that neither of them had the strength to pull themselves out of and begrudgingly forwent their morning kisses. Kurt ran to the shower and feverishly stroked his cock until he cried out his release. His body thanked him but the dominant part of him was still not satisfied. It scratched at him and begged him to set it free. Then his mind clouded, and there went his better judgment. He ended up pulling Blaine out of bed and into the bathroom. After a brief argument about Blaine feeling they should think more about this first, suggesting they call Burt to make sure they weren't breaking any rules, Kurt assured Blaine he wouldn't let them go to far. He commanded Blaine to step into the spray of the shower, Blaine half hard just from the Dom Pheromones wafting off of Kurt. They wrapped Blaine in a blanket warmer then spray sprinkling off of his skin. Kurt sat on the closed lid of the toilet with his towel folded underneath him. He watched as his Sub stood there, behind the glass doors, and thought he the most beautiful specimen to behold. He commanded him to only do as he instructed. Kurt's plan was to worship Blaine through the use of Blaine's own hands on his own body. He had Blaine slowly clean himself with the loofah, front and back, but cautioned him to avoid his groin for now. Blaine obeyed and the sheer dominance of it all had Blaine shaking and his cock bobbing without being touched. His precome dripped, mixing with the droplets of water, then swirled at his feet before slipping down the drain. Kurts body thrummed at the sight and his mouth watered with the remembered taste of his Sub.

"Master?" Blaine cried in need when Kurt's prolonged silence pulled Blaine's attention over to him. Kurt sat there, heavy cock in hand, stroking himself slowly with a devilish smirk on his full pink lips.

"Wrap your hand around yourself and pump yourself, three hard times."

Blaine did as he commanded and stilled after three. He dropped his hand to his side so he wouldn't do more than Kurt wanted.

"I didn't tell you to remove your hand." Kurt scolded.

Blaine gulped. Kurt barely resembled himself with his blown out pupils and heavy hooded eyelids. Blaine replaced his hand around his cock. Feeling it's weight, but unable to get the needed friction his hand could have so easily supplied drove Blaine crazy. He shut his eyes hoping it would block out some of the overwhelming sensations.

But no, Kurt was having none of that. "Open your eyes and look at me."

Blaine sprung them open and looked at Kurt on command.

"Watch me." he told Blaine and he slowly pumped his own hard cock. He expertly pleasured himself unabashedly for Blaine. He'd flick his wrist over his head then run his fist down to his base, then back up again. Then again and again laying his head back over the toilet, against the wall, spreading his legs wider for Blaine to see every bit of him. Any thought of modesty dispelled.

Blaine gaped at the sight of his Dom. He was enthralled in the scene before him.

"Do you want to watch me come, Sweetie?" Kurt asked without lifting his head or making eye contact.

"Yes, Sir!" Blaine said far too excitedly, but truthfully. All Blaine's attention had been drawn from himself in favor of rooting for his Dom's impending release. He wanted nothing more than to watch his Dom's pleasure, even over satisfying his own pulsating need. He was Diamond rock hard but obeyed the command and his hand stayed stilled around his base of his cock. Kurt lifted his head and stared at Blaine with a fiery gaze.

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking right now?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm thinking of you sitting right here..." Kurt stilled his own hand at the base of his own cock and gestured down at it with a flick of his eyes. "...riding me." He continued his ministrations after he met Blaine's eyes again. I know that your past has caused you to be leery, it's made us wait.

Pump, twist, flick of the wrist.

"In 9 days, I hope you can be ready. I'd take such good care of you, Blaine. I'd open you up so slowly and reverently. I'd stroke your hard cock in my hand and bring you so close to the edge before I'd slide into you. Ever. So. Slowly. The combined sensations would drive you mad with the need to come and I'd keep you there, at the precipice of release as I used your warm puckered hole to bring me to the precipice with you, and we'd ride our waves of ecstasy together, as one.

Blaine had fallen to his knees somewhere in between 'slowly and reverently' and 'before I'd slide into you.' He was close to tears by the time Kurt finished and when he allowed them to fall it was with a final certainty. When they rounded that final lap together, in 9 days time, Blaine would be ready.

"Yes, Sir. I'll be ready."

Kurt beamed back at his trusting Sub. So reverently beautiful, knelt there holding his erect cock for Kurt.

"Good boy. Copy my movements with your own hand now, Sweetheart.

Blaine did, He thought of himself on Kurt, stretching over him, with his tight heat, and bringing his Dom to climax deep inside of him. He thought of Kurt's hand stroking over his own cock as he came with him. And then fantasy slammed into reality and Kurt was arched and coming over his fist, whining out a command.

"Come with me, Blaine."

And he did. Hard.

Blaine came to, countless minutes later, in Kurt's arms. He was cradling him under the stream of water that had begun to run cool. He met his Dom's eyes.

"Thank you, Sir."

Kurt shut the water off and made Blaine stand upright before wrapping a towel around him.

"You're welcome. And thank you too, Sweetheart. Thank you for your trust in me."

Blaine laid his head on Kurt's bare shoulder and allowed Kurt to dry his entire body off.

"I can't wait for the real thing."

"Me either."

Kurt brought their lips together and the two let their tongues roam free exploring each other's mouths until they were forced to come up for air.

"9 days, Sir."

"9 days, Sweetheart."

It would continue to be a trial, but with the promise of what would come, they both knew it was worth the wait. Rest assured they, together, would fight to make them work, hopefully without fear of damaging one another with their immense intensity for one another.

Come what may.

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Bang, bang bang!

Wes was heavy handed with the gavel that afternoon. The rest of the Warblers came to order only after one final bang of Wes' gavel. The council addressed the group. Thad started, "We are addressing a concern that Jeff and Nick..." a cacophony of voices cheered out, "Neff!" "Neff!" And there was a lone wolf whistle before Thad continued "..asked that we discuss together as a choir. Being we haven't been able to get Blaine to join us just yet. We need to be realistic in our plans to replace his lead vocals on the Katy Perry songs we still wish to keep in our repertoire'. We also need to discuss any new ideas on how to better approach Kurt with proposing, once again, that Blaine be allowed to accompany us to Dalton for a visit."

Wes thanked Thad and added that at their first and only visit they had had with Kurt, that he had left with the distinct feeling that there was more going on between the helpful Dom and Blaine than what had been revealed to them. David nodded and agreed with Wes. Kurt had been very protective of Blaine, towards the end of their visit. Wes and David had shared knowing glances with each other, then, and later the like feeling that Kurt and Blaine had bonded as Dom and Sub.

"It's so obvious, though." They both had tried to convince Thad that night on their way back from Kurt's and Blaine's house. Thad was definitely not convinced. He feared maybe Kurt had ended up to be more of a jerk than any of them had originally anticipated. He argued his point by pointing out that Kurt had gone to NYADA for singing and acting- ACTING!! The other two boys were unconvinced and not so willing to write off the man who had helped them so much in the previous months.

"What about Jeff's birthday party?" William proposed when he was given the floor.

"What about it?" David questioned him.

"How about we invite Blaine and his Dom to it? It's at Scandals so his Dom just might feel more at ease meeting up in a more neutral environment, rather than Blaine's old academy. If it's either the way Wes and David think, or the way Thad is worried about, we'd be able to observe them and decide if there's anything to be concerned about. Within the party scene, with all the birthday celebrations taking place, I'd think at least one of us would get the opportunity to question Blaine about his new Dom. You know, make sure Blaine's doing all right and all."

Rumbles broke out throughout the room while the three head councilmen conferred with each other. They soon announced to the choir that they had decided, amongst themselves, that the suggestion was valid and that they'd be extending an invitation to Kurt and Blaine later that very day.

Jeff nuzzled closer to Nick and leaned down close so he could be heard over the clamoring of voices around them. "How do you feel about this, you feel like it's a good idea?" Nick shuffled in his seat on the couch so he could look back at Jeff who was cuddling Nick from behind.

"I think it may just work. But I think we should still send another email to Kurt. Now that I'm feeling better maybe we can suggest getting together with them, just the four of us?"

Nick had been sick for the last two weeks. He had come down with a cold that had turned into a sinus infection and pneumonia. The antibiotics the Dr. had prescribed him had caused an allergic reaction and he had had to contend with a bad stomach on top of it. Jeff had been so worried, but he never left Nick's side. He had taken care of him and had nursed him back to health.

"As long as you're sure you're feeling up to it, than sure, I'll extend the invitation." Jeff agreed. "But, remember my birthday is only 5 days away and I don't want you pushing yourself to hard before that. I need you good as new so I'll get to unwrap you, my precious gift, at the end of the night."

Nick smiled and ducked his head into Jeff's shoulder. "Yes, Sir."

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The music was bumping and Blaine could feel the vibration from it even before stepping over the threshold. Kurt held his hand firm in his and Blaine could barely contain his excitement. Scandals. It was a gay dance club Blaine had heard about but had never been to, until now.

Kurt had come clean to Nick and Jeff about their bonding over a brief email. In the email he had invited them to Skype. Blaine and he had huddled together over Kurt's laptop. The pair had quickly concluded that Blaine was more than okay with his new Dom and that they were happy for him and Kurt over their bonding. They had shared the news with the other Warblers, the next day, and Kurt and Blaine had had other congratulatory emails and texts sent to them over the last week. Kurt had responded to Wes' text message with an explanation and an apology for keeping him and the other Warblers waiting. Wes had seemed to understand that a bonding was a very intimate time and told Kurt he understood Kurt's hesitation in informing them right away, especially being he had not discussed it first with Blaine at the time . Blaine assured his friend that he was thrilled with the bonding and he insisted he couldn't have asked for anyone or anything better. Kurt's collaboration came in the form of a kiss to Blaine's cheek and a massage through Blaine's curls.

Now that Kurt was free from the heaviness that he had been holding over himself, he felt light and free to show off his beautiful Sub and to make Blaine proud to be his in front of his friends. Kurt had dressed them to impress. Blaine looked great in his blue and gold lined suit. Tailored by no other than Kurt himself. They pants were snug in all the right places and looking at him now, Kurt could just die, he was so gorgeous. Kurt had trimmed Blaine's curls - just a trim, have you - and they were styled to perfection. Kurt had Blaine help him choose out of four different outfits that had hung in his closet.

"I don't do this often." He had told Blaine.

"Do what often, Sir?"

"I don't usually give anyone an opinion on what I wear, but I'd like you to help me choose what you think looks best. He had all the matching accessories, paired with each outfit, carefully laid out on the bed for Blaine to consider. Kurt had rambled on about how this one fit tighter, but this other one had a longer inseam; This jacket matched this pair of paints, but this sweater was modeled from a Mark Jacob's catalog and took him a whole month to get it just right. He had worked on it until it finally fit him the way he wanted it to. Blaine had watched Kurt flit about the wardrobe, and he was interested and amused. Blaine decided to go with the sweater and tight jeans, the pair with the longer inseam- or so Kurt said. The sweater was red and Blaine liked that the color would bring out the pink in Kurt's cheeks that would contrasted well with Kurt's flawless white skin.

The handsome pair knew they looked good and they felt they looked even better paired together. Hand in hand, they took in their new environment. The club wasn't new, but it had been well taken care of. The seats didn't have any gaping holes in them from what either of them could see. The flickering lights were illuminated by the disco ball hanging over the middle of the dance floor, not more then 10 feet away from where they stood. It wasn't a large place, but it had good ambiance. Being there made you want to get up and dance. Kurt maneuvered through the crowd of people and up to the bar. Leaning in, he asked Blaine what type of drink he wanted. Blaine went with a lemon aide and Kurt choose a Rum and Coke for himself. They observed the few couples on the dance floor, loose and free and obviously enjoying themselves. Blaine noticed just past the dance floor there was a stage hidden behind a pair of large red velvet stage curtains. It made him wonder what type of performances they put on in that kind of establishment. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand to get his attention. They had to lean in close to be heard over the boom of the music pumping through the sound system.

"I think I see them, over there to the right." Kurt pointed over the crowd.

Blaine narrowed his gaze."I think you're right."

Right about the time Blaine was noticing them, the three tables worth of Warblers started shouting "Blaine!" Blaine!" and waving him and Kurt over. Blaine's excitement to see his friends was evident and they quickly made their rounds, being greeted by and introduced to many. Kurt could tell that Blaine was in his element amongst the boys. Especially with Wes, David, Nick and Jeff. Though, they didn't get to spend much time with Jeff, or Nick for that matter, being Jeff was the man of the hour and had, not just the Warblers pulling him away, but his other friends from Dalton there as well. The Warblers would break out into Impromptu song for any amount of numerous reasons, singing number after number. Blaine was easily pulled in on the fun. At one point Kurt joined in on a familiar song, Animal. His countertenor voice slotting in nicely, filling a gap within the group members' vocal ranges. Kurt and Blaine shared a private, knowing look between them, recalling Blaine's twerking around Kurt's dinning room table.

An hour into the festivities, Kurt found himself much more at ease with spending time with the group of friends. He was pleased to have been invited into their fold with open arms even after his indiscretion about keeping his and Blaine's bonding under wraps at first. Wes had stollen a moment to tell them how good they looked together and apologized again for just showing up that evening at Kurt's house, admitting that that sure didn't help the whole debacle. They shared a laugh about it now and agreed to leave it all in the past. But, Kurt was sure that Thad was going to take some more convincing. Kurt caught him eyeing him suspiciously when he thought Kurt wasn't looking. He made a mental note to reach out to him, with Blaine, over Skype soon to try to smooth down any ruffled feathers that still remained. In the mist of Jeff's party wasn't the appropriate time for that kind of discussion. Blaine snuggled back a little bit more in Kurt's lap and Kurt used his arm around Blaine's waist to steady him. The lack of available chairs, for the large group, landed Kurt with a lap full of his Sub for the beginning of the evening and he wasn't complaining at all about that. The warmth of the physical contact was just what Kurt had needed.

After Kurt's third Rum and Coke he was feeling loose and asked Blaine to join him on the dance floor. Blaine's apparent excitement was contagious and they quickly had Nick and Jeff joining them too, followed by much of the remaining group. Two high tempo songs into it had Kurt needing to use the restroom. He pulled Blaine close to holler in his ear, making sure he'd be heard over the pounding of music and the bustling of gyrating bodies. "Do you need to go to the restroom?" Blaine stilled only long enough to hear Kurt's question then quickly shook his head and bounced to the beat of the music once again. Kurt mouthed the word "okay" and gestured that he was headed there with out him. Blaine nodded and gave Kurt a little wink before he sent Kurt off with a little twerk of Blaine's bum. Kurt chuckled and couldn't help smiling the whole way to the restroom, hurrying himself so he could quickly get back to his cheeky, fun loving, adorable Sub.

The whole ordeal left Kurt feeling like he shouldn't have to prove himself to anyone other than Blaine. He was still a little hot under the collar and was looking to rub his fingers over the one he had wrapped around his Sub's neck. Rubbing Blaine's collar always seemed to calm Kurt down. He searched for Blaine in the mass of bodies that was the dance floor. He hadn't spotted Blaine just yet and continued to be cautious about not running into Thad again. Not until he could level his head.

Unbeknownst to Kurt, Thad had followed Kurt into the restroom earlier. He had been waiting for him when he had excited the stall. He had blocked Kurt's exit by leaning up against the back of the restroom door, effectively preventing anyone from entering or leaving the restroom.

"We need to talk." He had greeted Kurt who had looked at him wide eyed.

"Sure, but you're being a bit ominous, don't you think?"

Kurt had hoped that maybe he could diffuse the situation by calling Thad out and that he'd back down on any plan he may have had in cornering Kurt alone.

"I don't like you..."

"Well-"

"I don't like that you don't keep your promises."

"I-" Kurt had been interrupted for the second time, while he shut off the faucet after washing up.

Thad had continued to stare down Kurt from the blocked doorway.

"You should let Blaine be with his friends, sign over a visiting right to me as a protector Dom while he's not with you." He had demanded. "You don't need to be there with him, when he's with me, and the rest of the Warblers. We were all under the impression that that was why you got involved with purchasing him in the first place. But no, you've been acting like a typical Dom, keeping Blaine all to yourself and for what?" Thad wore a discussed look on his face. "To service you?"

Kurt felt himself turn red and the mirror had substantiated that when he'd caught a glimpse of his reflection in it.

"We're here aren't we? I AM sharing Blaine with-"

Thad interrupted Kurt for the third consecutive time. "Yeah, this one time in almost two months! Has Blaine even spoken to his family? His mom or dad? His older brother, Cooper?"

Kurt had blanched. This time there was nothing Kurt could have said in rebuttal. Though he had known, even if he had, none of it would've be received by Thad anyway. Thad wasn't looking for an amicable discussion. No, he had been acting like like Kurt's judge, jury and firing squad, all in one. Kurt couldn't deny the last of his interrogation held merit. He had let Blaine, and himself, get so wrapped up in each other and the discovery of their true pairing, and the concern over their physical wellbeing's involving the one true pairing, that he hadn't made time for Blaine to reunite with his family. He felt ashamed of himself, a little alarmed to see the evidence of how easily other important relationships and goals could be pushed to the wayside, in lieu of spending all their time with each other. Kurt had just stood there with the angry boy scowling over him and floundered for a retort.

"That's what I thought." Thad had said, feeling vindicated. "So, don't parade this farce of an 'unexpected bonding' around in front of me and expect me to believe it."

Kurt couldn't easily explain why he hadn't gotten in touch with Blaine's family yet, but he had known this for sure, his bonding to Blaine was no farce and he'd not stand around and let anyone accuse it of being so. He had crossed the room and crowded the Warbler against the back of door.

"You're Blaine's friend, so lucky for you, I'm not inclined to hitting you. But if you say anything to the contrary about my relationship, and to fact that we did indeed bond as Dom and Sub again, I'll be hard pressed to not use whatever's at my disposal to convince you otherwise. You obviously are not interested in a civil conversation, or in anything I have to say. You've constantly interrupted my attempts to talk with you. Nor is this the time, or the place, for such a conversation. You're obviously concerned for Blaine's well fair. I get that. Now, If you step aside and let me walk out of here right NOW, I'm sure I can be persuaded to discuss your concerns, with Blaine, over Skype or coffee at another time. If you choose not to move out of my way, and drop this for tonight, I'm very sure you'll not like the alternative."

Thad had looked conflicted, like he had wanted to say more but was considering what Kurt said. There had been a push at the other side of the door and a questioning voice "What the heck?" Followed by another attempt. It had pushed into Thad's back harder that time and Thad stepped aside, making room for it to swing partially open. The stranger looked perplexed as he had past by Thad, then Kurt, but he had said nothing, only scurried himself off into a stall, quickly locking the lock behind him. Kurt had taken the opportunity to walk past Thad, who had been standing mostly behind the half opened door with his back pressed up against the adjacent wall. Kurt hadn't looked back when he walked through and out the door.

Kurt didn't find Blaine anywhere on the dance floor so he begun to look around the rest of the club. After no more than a couple of minutes, he spotted him to the right of the bar. He was talking to someone tall and lanky. His back was turned, so Kurt couldn't make out much more about the guy. His clothes didn't look familiar so he was pretty sure it wasn't anyone he'd met in Jeff's entourage of party goers. He started to feel the smallest amount of relief course through him as he got closer to his sub, nearer the boy who wore his collar, when his heart fell deep into his stomach at the scene before him. First Thad, then this. Could this night get any worse?