A/N hello readers,

First, thank you for reading this story. I had meant to post this chapter earlier this week but life got in the way. Life can be a real shit sometimes and I'd really like to kick life in its balls right about now. Ugh. Because life has been such a shit, this chapter is a lot shorter than I had originally planned. I'm working on the next part though. Hopefully I'll get that posted real soon. I hope you enjoy our boys figuring out some pivotal things in this chapter. *

New Chapter

Anticipation

Kurt listened to Blaine hum happily from the bathroom, just as Kurt had been doing only minutes ago. He thought of the soft reaffirming touches and languid kisses they'd shared, while in the bath together, and how happy, and at ease, Kurt had felt prior to his impromptu snooping incident. He inhaled deeply, and wondered sadly, if Blaine really didn't want Kurt to know anything about the details recorded in the paperwork. He hadn't mentioned anything to Kurt about it's contents whatsoever. Kurt never wanted to encroach on Blaine's privacy, and that had been the point of handing it over to Blaine earlier, without Kurt reviewing almost any of it beforehand. But now, that he'd seen this, Kurt didn't understand why Blaine wouldn't discuss any of this with him. This was big deal, especially with everything considered. Blaine had known Kurt was dealing with getting hot this whole time, why wouldn't he've wanted Kurt to know about incidences where he, himself, had been getting cold? That seemed somewhat of an important thing for Kurt to know - for them both to discuss! Without further investigation, without reading anymore more into the text, Kurt couldn't truly decipher what all this could potentially mean. Could Blaine's health be in jeopardy? And, if so, wouldn't he have reason to be really upset with Blaine that he hadn't shared any of this with him yet, after all hadn't the paperwork even mentioned hypothermia?

Before Kurt let himself get too upset, though, he thought back to the bath, the one Blaine had given Kurt after he'd come upstairs, before they'd had sex. He thought of the way Blaine had taken care of him, the way Blaine had run his hands over every inch of Kurt's body in the bath, and again with the towel while drying him off. It was done so reverently and with an unspoken understanding that Blaine would be taking care of Kurt the entire time he'd be fucking him. That feeling, that wonderful way about Blaine, didn't agree with the idea that he'd be deceitful towards Kurt, and why would Blaine deliberately deprive Kurt of the potential to care for Blaine the way Blaine had taken care of Kurt? Because the way Kurt was reading this, this could potentially be such an opportunity.

Kurt was still mulling all of this over in his head when Blaine skipped into the room. "Sir, I was thinking about popping some popcorn before cuddles." He turned around to completely to face Kurt, with a broad, relaxed smile, but after a quick observe of Kurt, felt his stomach drop. What was that look on Kurt's face about? Kurt looked slowly up at Blaine, from below him, at the spot on the floor he'd been staring at, and made eye contact with him. His face was full of sadness, or was that worry? Either way, Blaine didn't understand the swift change in emotion from only minutes before, when he was in the bathroom with him.

"Come here, Blaine." Kurt commanded in resignation to the need to discuss the not-so favorable topic of the paperwork. He'd much rather sit next to his Sub while they enjoyed each other's company and a bowl of Blaine's freshly popped popcorn. Kurt loved the way Blaine would pop them fresh, heating the kernels to pop in the covered pot. It was a sound and a smell he'd quickly associated with Blaine, and home, and warmth.

Blaine went to obey Kurt, stepping forward, but he quickly jumped to a conclusion as to why Kurt was acting this way. "Oh, no! Sir! Has your temperature spiked?" He surged forward then, placing his hand on Kurt's forehead when he reached him. He felt Kurt shake his head underneath his palm. Kurt lifted his hand to Blaine's and softly pulled it down from his head.

"No, That's not it. Just please, sit, Blaine. Blaine did, and Kurt lifted the paperwork to lay on Blaine's lap. Blaine struggled with the unexpected move. He was still too concerned for Kurt's well-being to tare away his eyes from him.

"Look at it Blaine." Kurt motioned to the paperwork, with a tilt of his head. "Please tell me why you never told me about any of this.." He points to the bottom of the page that referenced Blaine's recorded coldness in body temperature.

Blaine's gaze finally pulled away from Kurt's face, as he followed his hand down to where a finger was pointing at the words written there. He looked over them and he slowly realized exactly what he was looking at. There, in black and white, was bullet points in a report, on what he felt brought about the fateful incident, not so long ago at the Sub-house. Kurt had asked why Blaine hadn't told him of it. Blaine wasn't really sure how to answer, but he tried.

"I didn't know how to explain what happened." Blaine continued after he saw in Kurt's eyes the need for him to explain further, to tell him more, to make him understand. "I...I didn't think about it really."

"You read this earlier, but you didn't think anything about it? You didn't think it might be something you'd want to share with me- didn't think it might be relevant to our situation?" Kurt asked and Blaine hadn't missed Kurt's sarcastic undertones to the asking of his questions. Blaine felt as if he needed to defend himself further.

"I hadn't even gotten that far in the paperwork to see this earlier, Master." Blaine then looked closer, the memories of what he had just read started then, they pulled at him from underneath his skin, bringing him back to that very day...

Blaine had been continually getting cooler each scene that he'd been made to play in, though he had barely noticed it at the time. The night of the incident happened on a day where Blaine had been brought to arousal over and over again. They had used different methods of stimulation, heat bring one of them, intense heat, but not enough to permanently burn him. The Sub-house Doms were careful to never go high enough to damage anything inside of the Subs. The heat stream had been his final test. The stimuli had been aimed directly at Blaine's prostate. He had been able to withstand the test easily, and because of that, they had marked him high in the categories of stimulation endurance, intensity of arousal, and very extreme in the category of stamina- So extreme, that the report noted it in the special notes portion of the report, detailing that the he had came from the stimulation but he'd never lost his erection, not then, nor for many hours afterwards. Blaine had been forced into a larger than normal cage that night, with a still noticeably achingly hard erection.

Kurt watched Blaine and noted the way Blaine seemed to shrink in on himself. Blaine was obviously in deep thought for a minute or two. "Blaine?" Kurt asked with both concern and an expectation for him to continue his explanation.

"I haven't really considered it much, I try not to dwell on things - on then." He looked up at Kurt, begging with his eyes for his understanding. "There's a stark difference between then, and now, and we don't do these..." Blaine's hand waved out over the words laid out on the paper below. "Um...these types of things."

"Maybe we should." Kurt said way to calmly for Blaine to get his head wrapped around his inference. When it became apparent to Kurt that Blaine was taking his time in understanding the weight of his statement, he grabbed his hands and pressed on.

"Blaine, Sweetheart don't you see? This might be the answer we've been looking for."

Blaine didn't yet understand, "Master?..."

Kurt scooted himself as close to Blaine as he could get, thigh pressed against thigh. "I don't know everything that this paperwork holds, what you went through when you were there, and I've left that up to you to share with me what, if anything, you'd like for me to know, and when. But, and this is a big but, Blaine, I did read this, by accident, or Devine providence. or whatever, and I can't ever unknow what I know now. I also feel like I must've been meant to see it, or this part of it at least."

Blaine nodded, more indicating to Kurt to go on, than in any true understanding.

"Blaine, I never thought a bunch of questions that I could have asked about your past would've taught me about you. I can find out about you by just spending time with you. But I also think, when you're ready to talk about it, I'd like to here about what happened to you at the Sub-house. This part though, I - we need to look at right now. I don't think it's a coincidence that I get hot and now I find out that you've gotten cold. Are bodies are both so reactive, so receptive to sexual stimuli, but if we were to mix the two...,Blaine! Our intense reactions are at the complete opposites of the spectrum. So, what does one get when one mixes hot and cold? Warm. Right? Warm is good and right in the middle. It could quite possibly be the perfect temperature and exact thing we both need. Are you following me, now?"

Kurt lifted the paperwork off of Blaine's lap, regarding it as if it was gold, or a rare and special element, and an exceptional gift.

Blaine regarded Kurt and let everything he'd said sink in and it finally dawned on him, that Kurt was probably on to something here. The incident had been something Blaine had blocked out, not only because he couldn't understand what had happened to his body and his inability to control it, but because of the way Hunter had reacted to Blaine when he'd answered his questions.

Kurt looked to Blaine for permission to look closer at the paperwork and Blaine granted it with another nod and a squeeze to Kurt's excited hand. Blaine thought of what all Kurt would find written there. He'd for surely see how Blaine reacted to each scene. Blaine blushed.

What the record didn't show was that that same night, Blaine dreamt a vivid dream of a Master that was most assuredly not Hunter. He'd awoken shivering cold with the need to come stronger than he had ever felt before. Blaine had experienced incidents of blue balls prior - it came with the territory of the training, but this had been the most intense need he'd ever felt, up until then. The only thing combatting his need to come, had been his need for warmth. He had felt frozen solid - from the inside out. His fingers and toes had turned a cool bluish - purple shade, and it had been impossible to keep his teeth from chattering. He'd cursed himself for not being able to control his body. The dream, that he'd been jolted out of, still clung to the outskirts of his mind, disorienting him. He longed for the Dom of his dream to come and relieve him. Even in his half awake/half aware state of consciousness, he'd known that, that faceless Dom of his dream, was the only one that could. His entire body had thrummed with need. The other Subs, in Blaine's shared room, had slept soundly in their cages that night. Unlike Blaine, they had laid their heads to rest, with their itch sufficiently scratched after being allowed to release during the heady tests they'd all endured that day.

Blaine knew he should tell Kurt about this last part, and he opened his mouth to do so, when the memory of the Hunter's disappointed face stopped him. What if Kurt got upset at him too? What if he also disapproved of Blaine dreaming of a Master that had sent him so far over the edge? He didn't want to disappoint him, especially now that he was so pleased and relieved, at the discovery within the pages of the Sub-house records on Blaine.

"Come here, Blaine, I need you to explain this." Kurt pointed to the text describing an edging technique that Blaine tested high in endurance and stamina. Blaine decided now wasn't the time to tell Kurt of the punishment that Hunter had inflicted on him, after discovering Blaine's perpetual erection. For now, he'd just answer Kurt's questions regarding the techniques and scenes laid out in the report. After Kurt's proposal to try these out with Blaine, he couldn't keep his imagination from running wild with anticipation. Anticipation for his Master, that he trusts so explicitly, to dominate him in using these techniques and scenes. As he answered and educated Kurt on them, his cock grew hard and eager, tenting the towel he still had wrapped around his waist. Blaine could hardly wait for the real thing, the real live experience with his loving Master. Blaine answered the rest of Kurt's questions from his feet, where he knelt. Occasionally Kurt would scratch lightly at his head, threading his fingers through his curls. Blaine leaned into his touch and felt rewarded, buzzing with excitement, and happily anticipating what was to come.