Sorry for the delay. This was the hardest chapter to write to date because this is the chapter where things finally start happening.
Kurt and Blaine finally have sex. Nothing non-consensual, but maybe triggers for rape? Maybe? A little? I don't know, but let's go with that just to be safe.
There's also two murders, but not of main characters.
My love, my need
Tonight I feel so tight
My love, my need
Tonight just how I like
I know you know what exactly's on my mind
I can't help myself
Part of how I feel tonight
My Need by Janet Jackson
Chapter 9
By Sunday afternoon Blaine was a wreck. He couldn't wait for Kurt to return. Despite jerking off twice Sunday morning, his cock remained semi-hard. His mouth craved the taste of Kurt's lips and tongue, while his fingers itched to touch Kurt's skin. His body ached to be close to him, on top of him, inside him. His head was full of fantasies that ranged from running his tongue all over Kurt's naked body before slowly making love to him, to tearing his clothes off and fucking him senseless. Mostly the latter.
He wasn't sure what had brought on this new fierce, sexual hunger, but he was desperate for relief. The only cause he could pinpoint was stress. Stress about what Timothy had said, his brother's activities and what they might lead to, plus what it could mean for his own future had Blaine worked up and frustrated. He didn't want to care about Cooper's bullshit, but he couldn't shake his concern. Cooper's actions could put their family in danger and it pissed him off that Cooper either didn't realize that, or didn't care. And who was he getting high grade cocaine from? The purer the drug, the more dangerous the source. Plus the greater the demand, the higher the price, the higher the chance of getting noticed by other dealers who wouldn't appreciate the new competition, not to mention the cops. Cooper was playing with a fire that could burn him alive.
And leave Blaine to clean up the mess.
Which brought up a bigger issue.
Should he tell his father?
He really wanted to stay out of it, but if Cooper was selling drugs, his father needed to know. If he was doing business in New York, his father definitely needed to know. But despite their strained relationship, Blaine hated the idea of snitching on his brother. He would be doing exactly what Cooper feared most. Proving that he was the better son. The smarter one. The one who should be in charge one day. If he said something, Cooper would view it as both a betrayal and a play to push him aside so Blaine could take over. But if he said nothing and something happened…
Blaine closed his eyes and clenched his fists as both anger and sexual arousal flooded his mind and his cock.
Fuck.
He looked around the library to see if anyone was paying attention before pulling up the tracking site on his laptop. He stared at the red dot, frozen at Kurt's home address. Shit. Kurt hadn't left Lima yet, but maybe that was a good thing. He could try to kill his sexual tension before Kurt returned. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Telio.
B – You wanna work out?
T – Sure
B- Gym in 20 minutes
x-x-x-x-x
Telio studied Blaine closely as he entered the gym. Something was definitely wrong…and new.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Telio looked him up and down. Why did Blaine look…taller, stronger?
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Let's just get to work."
Five minutes in and Telio knew something was definitely wrong. Blaine's grasp was stronger, his punches harder, his movements quicker. It was like he had improved 150% since their last session. Telio decided to stop operating in practice mode and to take it up a notch. He increased his speed and the force of his punches. Blaine matched him, his eyes focused, his face twisted in determination and anger.
And suddenly they were fighting for real.
Blaine caught Telio's jaw with a ferocious right hook that rattled Telio's face. Telio returned fire with five successive punches to Blaine's stomach. Blaine fell back, but quickly flipped himself up and launched a kick that landed on Telio's shoulder. Telio grabbed his foot and flipped him to the floor. Blaine jumped up again and ran straight at him, fists flying. They fell to the floor and rolled over and over, each struggling to pin the other. Telio threw Blaine off and jumped up, but Blaine didn't miss a beat. He grabbed Telio's arm and flipped him, but Telio was quick. He jumped up and returned the move, flipping Blaine to his stomach and managing to pin him before he could get away. He pulled Blaine's hands behind his back and held them there with one hand, while his arm wrapped around Blaine's neck, forcing his head back in a tight choke hold.
"I see you came to play."
"Let go!"
"Not until you calm down and relax."
"Get off me!"
"No. Calm down and relax. Relax your body into my grip."
"No!"
"Blaine…"
"Fuck you!"
Telio tightened his hold, partially cutting off Blaine's ability to breathe.
"You know I could kill you like this, right? It would be easy. I also know how to hide your body and disappear. Even your father would never find me. I know the Andersons too well."
Blaine was beginning to wheeze.
"Relax your body, Blaine."
Struggling to breathe made it harder to relax, but Blaine managed to let go and give in to Telio's hold. Telio released his neck and jumped off of him. Blaine rolled to his back and coughed as his body struggled to take in air. Telio grabbed their water bottles and collapsed on his back next to Blaine. The two lay in silence for several minutes before sitting up to take long gulps of water. Telio's eyes never left Blaine's face.
"You have to tell your dad about Cooper's drug dealing."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"I don't have to tell him anything. It's not my problem."
"Of course it's your problem. Drugs attract attention. Cooper could single-handedly destroy your entire family."
"Would that be such a bad thing?"
"How could you say something like that?"
"Because it's true. Do you ever stop and think about the fact that the business you are so fucking eager to join is made up of criminals and murderers? I mean seriously, Telio? Is that really what you want because I don't."
"So you just want it to all come crashing down? You want your father to go to jail? What would happen to your mother? Hell, what would happen to us?"
"We'd have a normal life, like normal people, instead of being surrounded by guns, and security, and having to always check over our shoulder. I'm sick of this shit."
Telio was quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed as his mind churned towards clarity.
"This is about Kurt, isn't it?"
Blaine said nothing, but his cock twitched in his pants.
Telio shook his head angrily. "I can't believe this shit. I knew this was a mistake. I never should have let you go down this road. Having your dick up his ass is fucking up your head!"
"Shut up."
"Let me make sure I understand your fucked up thinking. You don't wanna tell your father about Cooper because you're scared that will be the final straw leading your father to officially announce that you're next in line, despite the fact that everybody already knows you will take over some day. Oh, but wait. You'd be willing to let your brother destroy your family to ensure that you don't have to take over, and for what? Because of a promise you made to Kurt that you never should have made in the first place."
"You know what, Telio? Since you're so concerned about the future of the family, why don't you tell my dad? Better yet, why don't you become the fucking boss! How about that?"
"I'd trade with you in a heartbeat, but I know my place, and I keep it."
Blaine's anger receded a bit. "Your place? You're a member of this family, Telio. You're my brother."
Telio shook his head. "No, I'm not. You have a brother. I'm…I'm just…I don't know what I am, but it's not my place to tell your dad anything. I don't report on you, and I'm not gonna report on Cooper, but you have to, Blaine. You have to before something bad happens. If you don't, Cooper could destroy everything, or worse…pull us into a war. Tell your dad before it's too late."
Kurt hummed as he watched the landscape passing by. How different things were from 3 months ago when he was on his way to Dalton. Then he'd been nervous and worried about his decision to enroll. Now he had friends, membership in a glee club that actually appreciated his presence, a handsome boyfriend he couldn't wait to return to, and he even had a matchmaker project to work on. He was determined to help Telio talk to Alicia. It turned out Alicia was friends with Courtney, the girl Doug liked. Kurt was hoping to arrange a casual meet up at the Westerville Coffee House.
"So," said Burt, "we never really had a chance to talk about this Blaine kid. How long you two been hanging out?"
No, they hadn't had a chance to talk about Blaine, and that had been by Kurt's design. He didn't want his dad asking too many questions. Kurt had managed to keep most of the weekend's conversation focused on his dad's pending congressional campaign.
"Well, we've been friends since I arrived. I'm not exactly sure when things turned serious. It just happened gradually."
"Where's he from?"
"Westerville."
"What's his parents do?"
"His mom stays home, and his dad is in construction." That wasn't a lie. It really wasn't.
"Okay, well at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'd like to remind you to be careful. Remember what I told you. Sex is fun and it feels great, but it does something to you. To your heart, so don't throw yourself around like you don't matter because you matter, Kurt."
"But," Kurt started hesitantly, "it's also a way to connect to another person, right? An expression of love?"
Burt gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. He glanced at Kurt and waited a moment before answering.
"Yes. When you're ready it is a beautiful way to connect to another person, but…just make sure you're ready and that the person deserves you and truly loves you as much as you love them. Don't rush into anything."
Kurt nodded and stared out the window for the rest of the drive.
Skylar was scared.
Cooper didn't look good. He was sweaty, agitated, and talking too fast. How much shit had he snorted today?
"Look, Dougie. My buyer is expecting the pure grade shit. Not this fucking baby powder you're trying to pass off on me. Do I look like a fucking idiot? Why are you holding out on me, huh? Why?"
Dougie was a small guy with a shaved head and tattoos covering almost every part of his body. He shook his head.
"Look man, I told you. This is what he gave me. This is all I got. You want it or not?"
"This is not what my buyer is expecting! What the fuck is wrong with you? Where's the good shit? The shit from before!"
"It ain't my fault! My boss got a higher price than what you were offering, so he took it. Sold it to somebody else."
Cooper was losing it.
Alan out of New York had proved to be an excellent customer. They'd done several buys over the last few weeks, and his recent order was a big one.
"Are you sure you can fill this, Cooper? The people I'm passing it along to do not take unfulfilled orders or missed shipments lightly."
"I can handle it," Cooper had answered with drug induced confidence.
And now this jackass was fucking with him.
"A higher price? A higher price? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know who I am? Huh? Do ya? Do you know how fucking rich I am? What the fuck?"
"Look man, I didn't think…"
Cooper was screaming. "You didn't think! You didn't think! You dumb motherfucker! You didn't ask! I would have paid your fucking price! Why didn't you ask?"
Dougie stepped back as did the two guys with him. Cooper was shaking and breathing too hard, his eyes wild and unfocused. Dougie decided it was time to get the hell out of there.
"Look asshole, we're through. If you want this shit, pay me and I'll be on my way. If not, fine, but I don't wanna hear from your stupid ass ever again!"
Skylar laid his hand on Cooper's arm. "Cooper, let's just go. We'll find someone else. Let's go."
Cooper shrugged off Skylar's hand. "Stupid? You think I'm stupid? I'm not fucking stupid!"
It happened in an instant.
Cooper pulled his gun and shot Dougie.
One guy dove behind a car and started shooting, while the other hit the ground and scrambled towards the alleyway. Cooper shot Dougie four more times before Skylar managed to pull him away and push him to the ground behind the SUV, but Cooper was out of control. He jumped up and kept firing.
"Stupid! You think I'm stupid! I may be stupid, but you're dead motherfucker!"
"Cooper! Stop it! Get down!"
Cooper kept firing at the guy behind the car, finally killing him.
And just like that it was silent.
Cooper stood there looking crazed with a small smile on his face. Skylar opened the car door and pushed him inside. He grabbed the box of cocaine from Dougie's car, placed it in the back of the SUV and sped away.
Leaving two men dead on the ground.
And two witnesses.
Blaine watched the red dot travelling closer and closer to Dalton with growing anticipation and worried fear. He'd hoped fighting with Telio would take the edge off and relieve his sexual tension, but instead their conversation had left him feeling more stressed and confused. Telio was right. He needed to tell his dad about Cooper, but in doing so, would he be sealing his own fate? He'd promised Kurt that everything would be okay. That he would never be a part of his family's world. He didn't want to break that promise, and more importantly, he didn't want to put Kurt in danger.
Blaine sat down on his bed and put his face in his hands. He had to pull himself together. He was losing it. The strange, dark, sexually sinister thoughts were back, and Kurt was on his way, and his cock was hard again, and…
His cell phone rang with a text.
K – Almost there. I'll take a shower and come down. Can't wait 2CU.
Blaine stared at the screen. He should tell him no, that he had to study, or meet someone, or…something.
B – Okay.
A little after 5:00 pm, Kurt arrived at Blaine's door, freshly showered and wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. He raised his hand to knock, but the door swung open and Blaine pulled him in, smashing their mouths together. Blaine's grip was firm, his kiss demanding and hungry. Kurt tried to pull back, but Blaine tightened his hold and tried to speak and kiss Kurt at the same time.
"You…have no…..idea…how much…I…missed you…gorgeous." Blaine's voice was deep and tinged with a dark current Kurt had never heard before. He tried to pull back again, but Blaine's grip grew tighter as his eyes darkened with a heavy, thick lust.
Kurt was surprised by the tremble in his own voice. Was he scared or excited?
"I-I missed you too. Are you okay?"
"From now on you ask me before you plan to leave."
Kurt nodded. "Right. We need to try to go home the same weekend."
Blaine lowered his voice and whispered in Kurt's ear. "You don't ever leave campus without my permission."
Kurt felt a strange sensation float through him. He said nothing. Blaine placed his hand on the side of Kurt's neck.
"You can't leave without my permission. I can't protect you if I don't know where you are. Do you understand?"
Kurt slowly nodded.
"Tell me you understand, Kurt."
"I understand."
Blaine pressed a kiss to Kurt's lips, and a hand to his cock, dragging Kurt under a fog of arousal as he palmed him through his clothes before grabbing Kurt's pants and boxers and pulling them down. The rest of their clothes were quickly discarded as Blaine maneuvered them to the bed and pushed Kurt down, pinning his hands above his head, covering him with the full weight of his body. Kurt trembled and moaned as Blaine continued to kiss his mouth, suck his neck and lick his way down his chest to swallow his cock.
Blaine sucked as if for survival, sliding his mouth up and down, warm, wet and firm. Kurt dug his nails into the bed, bent his legs, feet flat on the bed, and arched up, hoping to get more of his cock into Blaine's mouth, but Blaine suddenly pulled off and sat up. He placed his hands on Kurt's inner thighs and gently pushed. Kurt allowed his legs to fall wide, giving Blaine full view and access to his ass. Blaine bent down and darted out his tongue, licking around Kurt's asshole teasingly before flicking inside. Kurt inhaled sharply in passionate surprise.
"Blaine!"
Blaine went to work, sliding his tongue further and further in until his face was buried in Kurt's ass. Kurt trembled as Blaine worked his tongue inside, tasting, sucking and probing. When he pulled out, he gently sucked Kurt's balls into his mouth before swallowing Kurt's cock again, bobbing his head up and down for several good sucks, before moving back down to bury his tongue in his ass again. He kept this up for several minutes until Kurt was nothing but need and want beneath him. It barely registered with him when Blaine sat up and reached into the drawer of the nightstand.
Blaine poured lube all over his fingers before gently, but with no warning, sliding one finger into Kurt's ass. Kurt's eyes flew open in surprised panic. Blaine didn't say a word. He just stared at Kurt as he slid in a second finger. Kurt took a deep breath and tried to relax through the slight stretch and burn as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Blaine slid his fingers in a bit deeper and sent Kurt's mind spiraling out of control.
"Oh…Blaine…Blaine…Blaine…."
Blaine waited a minute before slowly adding a third. Kurt was moaning and shaking, his body overwhelmed by the incredible stimulation inside him. Blaine continued to twist and push his fingers inside as he messily poured lube over Kurt's cock and started stroking firm and smooth. Kurt's stuttered moans and pleas reached a crescendo until he was screaming as he fell into a powerful orgasm. Kurt was a beautiful sight. His hair was a mess, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes kept drifting open and closed as orgasmic after waves washed through him.
"You're always gorgeous, but when you cum….damn, Kurt. You're just so fucking beautiful."
And with that, Blaine leaned down and licked the cum from Kurt's stomach. Kurt watched with wide eyes that turned dark and warm with renewed arousal. A dark thrill ran through him when Blaine moved up and kissed him, purposely placing cum in his mouth with his tongue. Kurt's mind spiraled from both the act and the taste.
Blaine tucked his head by Kurt's neck and whispered in his ear, his voice rough and demanding.
"I need you. All of you. Now."
Blaine moved down and roughly pushed two fingers into Kurt's ass. Kurt squealed and sat up a little. Blaine pushed him back down and twisted his fingers before sliding in two more.
"Blaine…"
"I need you, Kurt. I need you so bad. I have to have you. Please…just let me…please…"
Blaine kissed him again, needy, desperate, and begging. Begging Kurt to say yes.
So he wouldn't be forced to just take him.
Kurt stared into Blaine's eyes.
When you're ready it is a beautiful way to connect to another person, but…just make sure you're ready and that the person deserves you and truly loves you as much as you love them.
"Do you love me?"
"I love you more than anyone. More than anything. I love you…I promise I love you…and I need you…please…"
Kurt stared into his eyes for a few more seconds before he nodded and slowly spread his legs.
Blaine couldn't suppress a low growl as the lust he'd been struggling to keep in check came pouring forth. He quickly applied lube, and lined his cock up against Kurt's ready hole.
He knew he should go slow and be gentle.
But he couldn't help himself.
He pressed forward slowly and then all at once. Kurt screamed from the shock and sudden force pushing and stretching into him. Blaine pulled back and then thrust forward again, Kurt's scream ripping through him in a sick and twisted way.
"Ohhh, shit…more, gorgeous. Scream more."
Kurt cried out and clawed at Blaine's arms. "Ugh! Please! Please! Slow down! Please!"
"Can't…so good…scream for me, gorgeous. Scream for me!"
Blaine increased his quick pace, fucking in and out, hard and desperate. The deeper he sank in Kurt's ass, the more his body whined and sang. "Kurt…Kurt…Kurt…"
Kurt screamed from the intensity. He felt incredibly full, blissed out, and scared. It was too much and too fast, yet not enough all at the same time. He rose, crested, and rose some more with every thrust as his fear melted away and his body went from being overwhelmed to needing more, more, more. He moaned, grunted and dug his nails into Blaine's shoulders. Blaine was chanting Kurt's name between moans, curses, and pledges of love as he fucked into him harder, faster. Then Blaine felt the strong heat of his orgasm bolting through his body. As he screamed Kurt's name, Kurt's body tightened and exploded.
They came down slowly with long stuttered moans and mumbles until they lay panting, sticky and warm. After several minutes, Blaine rolled off of Kurt and on to his back. Kurt turned to his side, wrapped his arms around himself, and squeezed his eyes shut. His body felt loose and calm, but his mind was confused, broken, and a little lost. He felt like he was floating in space with no tether, no connection. His heart was pounding too fast. He wasn't safe. He was alone. It was dark and scary. He let out a small cry.
And then Blaine was there, pulling Kurt to his chest, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in Kurt's hair. The neediness dissolved as Kurt snuggled deep into Blaine's embrace. The lost feeling was replaced by the safe feeling of being loved and protected.
As his orgasmic fog lifted, replaced by clarity, Blaine's heart ached. He whispered brokenly in Kurt's ear.
"Kurt…I'm…I'm sorry. I…I didn't mean to…I just…I love you so much and I needed you. Please…I'm sorry."
Kurt shushed him. "It's okay, Blaine. I'm okay."
"I didn't mean to be so rough. I promise next time…next time I'll…"
"Shhh, Blaine, stop. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I love you."
"I love you too, gorgeous. I love you so much."
They slowly shifted and settled into each other, Blaine's head resting on Kurt's chest. They lay in silence, and didn't move until Kurt felt a trickle running out of his ass. He was never more grateful for Blaine's bathroom.
"I need to take a shower."
"May I join you?"
"Of course. It's your bathroom."
"Our bathroom."
Kurt sat up and looked at him. "No…your bathroom."
Blaine sat up and gently caressed Kurt's hair across his forehead. It was the first time he'd ever seen it so messy. It was cute.
"Our bathroom. I want you to stay with me."
"You mean move in with you?"
"Yes."
"Blaine…I can't move in here. We'll get in trouble. Don't you think someone will notice that you only have one bed?"
"I want you to sleep with me every night. I need you to sleep with me every night."
Kurt felt a sudden pounding in his ears, and his heart felt tight in his chest as the familiar strange sensation filled him. When Blaine curled his fingers into his bracelet, Kurt thought he might pass out. Blaine was staring into his eyes which didn't help.
"Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded and started to climb out of the bed. He stopped mid-movement and slowly laid back down.
"What's wrong?"
Kurt blushed. "I'm sore."
Blaine bent down to lean his forehead on Kurt's shoulder. He didn't want Kurt to see his satisfied expression. He loved that Kurt was sore. Sore from being fucked by him. Part of Blaine was genuinely sorry for being so rough Kurt's first time, but another part of him, a darker part, was thrilled that Kurt was sore from being thoroughly fucked. The soreness would remind Kurt who he belonged to. Blaine tried to appeal to the better side of his nature.
"I'm sorry I was so rough. I just…you felt so good, and I've been wanting you for so long. I know that's not an excuse, but it's the truth. I had to have you, Kurt. I had to. I just had to."
Kurt nodded. "I understand."
Blaine pulled back a little to look into Kurt's eyes. "You do?"
"Yes."
The dark, sinister feeling returned.
"Good."
After 20 minutes, Kurt decided he couldn't wait any longer for a shower. He slowly climbed out of bed. As he stood and stretched his arms up high, Blaine stared at his finger prints on Kurt's arms and hips. As he slowly walked to the bathroom, Blaine caught a glimpse of the bruising on Kurt's thighs. He wanted to feel bad, but he didn't. The marks thrilled him.
They showered in silence, each washing the other and sharing soft kisses whenever the mood struck. When they were done, Blaine changed the sheets and made Kurt lay down on the bed while he gently massaged lotion into his skin. Within five minutes, Kurt was sound asleep.
Blaine sat down in his desk chair and watched Kurt sleep. He'd always felt responsible for Kurt, but now the feeling was stronger, deeper, almost urgent. Kurt had given himself to him completely. That was huge. A renewed sense of responsibility flowed through Blaine and he made up his mind.
He would definitely speak to his father that weekend, but not about Cooper. It was time for him to reassert his determination to stay out of the family business. If Cooper was about to implode, his father should know that he could not depend on Blaine to be the future of the family. It was time for Blaine to focus on building his own future. A future with Kurt by his side as his beautiful boyfriend, lover, and one day husband.
Blaine laid down next to Kurt and caressed his hair as he whispered in the dark.
"I love you, Kurt. Thank you for giving yourself to me. I'll make sure you never regret it."
x-x-x-x-x
Around 1:00 am, Kurt woke up and quietly climbed out of bed. He used the bathroom and searched the floor for his clothes. He didn't even get to put his shirt on before Blaine was sitting up in bed staring at him.
"What are you doing?"
"I need to get back to my room."
"I told you I wanted you to stay."
Kurt sighed. "I know, and I would love to stay, but I can't. You know that. I'm probably already in trouble. They usually check the rooms Sunday evening to make sure everyone's back from the weekend. Hopefully Doug covered for me." Kurt pulled on his shirt. Blaine jumped up from the bed and walked over to him. He gently curled his fingers into Kurt's bracelet, his eyes dark and determined.
"I want you to stay, Kurt."
"Blaine…"
"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you."
The tone of Blaine's voice cut through Kurt, while Blaine's eyes burned into his. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's neck. "I need you to stay."
Kurt wasn't sure why, but he felt a sudden urge to do what Blaine wanted. He slowly nodded his head.
"Okay."
Blaine pulled Kurt's shirt off and led him to bed. Kurt laid down on his back with Blaine covering him.
"Perhaps I need to tie you to the bed to make sure you don't runaway in the middle of the night."
Kurt shivered a little as his cock hardened. Blaine didn't miss either reaction.
"Would you like that, Kurt? Being tied to my bed."
Kurt didn't answer. Blaine smiled.
"I'll remember that."
He leaned down and kissed Kurt gently, his tongue lazily exploring his mouth before kissing his neck and chest. He gently teased, licked and nipped Kurt's right nipple, while rubbing his thumb across the left. Soon Kurt was wriggling around and whimpering. Blaine continued for a minute more before whispering in Kurt's ear.
"I promise to control myself this time."
All too quickly Kurt was groaning in pleasure as Blaine's fingers worked him open. His ass was still sore from earlier, but he was ready for more. He wanted to feel Blaine inside him again.
Blaine kept his promise, pushing into Kurt slowly, controlling his urge to fuck into him. He moved in and out gently while whispering pledges and promises of love and protection.
"I love you so much, gorgeous, and I promise…me and you, you and me. Always. Always, Kurt. I'll love you always, and I'll protect you. I promise. You'll never be alone again. You're mine and I love you."
Kurt didn't speak, but he couldn't stop his tears.
"Say you'll always be mine, Kurt. Say you'll always love me."
"I'll always love you, Blaine. Always."
Blaine came hard, but quietly. He pulled out and immediately swallowed Kurt's cock, quickly bringing him to a hard orgasm of his own.
Kurt thought about showering again, but sleep won. Blaine drifted off as well.
And dreamed of Kurt tied to his bed.
Kurt returned to his room around 5:00 am Monday morning. He planned to just stay up, but he made the mistake of laying down on his bed and ended up falling asleep. Doug woke him up at 7:20 am.
"Hey, you'd better move if you want breakfast."
Kurt glared at him, hating his presence at that moment.
Doug smirked at him. "Maybe if you didn't stay out until all hours of the night."
Kurt rolled over. "Oh, shut up."
By third period history class, Kurt was somewhat pulled together, but he would definitely have to review someone else's class notes for his first two classes. He'd felt dazed and a little lost all morning. Blaine had texted him that he wouldn't be at breakfast, and for some reason that threw Kurt off. He felt a longing inside him despite having spent the entire night wrapped in Blaine's arms. When Blaine walked into history class, Kurt felt a strong jolt in his chest. Blaine smiled at him and sat down. Kurt instantly felt better. Grounded.
For the first time in weeks, Kurt was able to fully concentrate in history class since Blaine seemed fascinated by the teacher's lecture. No mind-altering staring. Once class was over, Blaine waited for Kurt as usual and they headed towards their next class, but halfway there Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him into an empty classroom. He locked the door and pushed Kurt up against the wall. He started rubbing Kurt's cock through his pants as he whispered in his ear.
"You look cute today. And by cute I mean dirty cute."
Kurt moaned as his cock went from cotton soft to stone in seconds. "Blaine….stop….class…"
But Blaine didn't stop. Instead he unzipped Kurt's pants and slipped his hand inside. He ran his fingers lightly down Kurt's cock and gently fondled his balls before withdrawing his hand and pressing two fingers against Kurt's lips.
"Suck them well, or else it's gonna hurt."
Kurt obediently opened his mouth and sucked his fingers as wet as possible as he realized what was about to happen. He knew he should protest or try to stop him, but he wanted this, needed this. Blaine had lit a new hunger in him that craved satisfaction.
Blaine pulled Kurt's pants and boxers down just a bit and roughly slipped the two fingers into his ass. Kurt gasped and groaned as he leaned against Blaine, digging his nails into his shoulders. Blaine started sucking his neck as he darted his fingers in and out of his ass before adding a third and then the fourth. Kurt was sinking fast, despite his attempts to stay afloat.
"Blaine…ugh….stop…ohhhh…we have…we have…ohhh…"
Blaine pushed and twisted in Kurt's ass for another minute before pulling out. He pulled Kurt's boxers and pants up, tucked in his shirt, and buttoned and zipped his pants. Kurt was breathing hard, his face was red, and his eyes glazed. Blaine smiled wickedly.
"Hurry along, Kurt. You have class." He walked out leaving Kurt hot, hard, and hungry.
Kurt made it to class just as the bell rang. He sat down gingerly, pulled out his notebook and zoned out, his mind consumed with the renewed soft throb in his ass.
Telio quickly figured out that Kurt and Blaine had finally done the deed. Both boys were more relaxed and confident. The looks between them were so smoldering, Telio expected the air between them to burst into flames. But the most telling sign was his training sessions with Blaine. Overnight Blaine had turned into a beast. His punches were quick and hard, his kicks fast and direct, and his overall physicality was stronger, tougher, faster. A switch inside Blaine's mind and body had flipped on. He had someone precious to protect and he wanted to be ready.
Despite his protests, Kurt found himself sleeping in Blaine's room every night. He always returned to his own room after class to change before dinner. They would go to the library to study and do homework, and then Kurt would go back to his room to shower and change for bed. Doug didn't say anything about Kurt's new schedule. He was too engrossed in his own growing relationship with Courtney. The two were on the phone constantly.
They made love every night that week. Blaine found it easier to take his time and move slowly, while Kurt grew more confident in his body's ability to handle Blaine's size. Kurt had no real point of comparison, but he was sure Blaine was very, very well endowed. More so than other boys. Discrete glances in the shower after gym confirmed his suspicions. Even soft, Blaine was a hell of a lot bigger than anyone Kurt checked out.
By Thursday night, Kurt's ass was sore. Blaine sensed this and announced they would just cuddle together, despite Blaine leaving tomorrow for home. Kurt felt like crying.
"I'm gonna miss you so much."
"I'll miss you too, but I think this will be my last weekend going home for a while."
"Really? I thought you had to go home every four weeks for that meeting."
"Yeah, well, I plan to talk to my father about that. It doesn't make sense for me to be there. I'm not a part of the family business, so why do I need to be there?"
"But you should still go home to see your mom."
"I know. I'll do that a different weekend. A weekend when you can come with me."
"I can't wait to go home with you next week. I look forward to meeting your mom."
Blaine smiled. "I can't wait for you to meet her. I want her to meet the boy that has made me the happiest guy alive."
Kurt smiled and snuggled closer to Blaine. "You make me happy too. I never thought things could ever be so perfect, but they are. Everything's perfect."
Blaine stared at the ceiling in silence.
Burt and Carol sat on the couch in their living room listening carefully to Federal Agent Fred Barkley. It was all so shocking and frightening. Carol turned to Burt, her face lined with worry, fear in her eyes.
"I don't want you working late anymore. What if they had decided to…I don't know? Come in the shop or something. You could have been killed!"
Burt sighed heavily and patted her hand. "Now, let's not get too worked up over this. I've had the shop in that location for over 20 years with no problems. Let's not have a kneejerk reaction to this."
Carol shook her head angrily. "But things have changed in 20 years, Burt. Lima's not the town it used to be."
Agent Barkely nodded in agreement. "I don't want to add alarm to an already scary situation, but your wife is right, Mr. Hummel. Drugs are increasingly becoming quite a problem in this part of Central Ohio. Interstate 75 makes it easy to get them in and out, and despite the fairly quiet reputation of the Midwest, we have several notorious criminals in our area. The usual places like New York, Chicago, and LA are too hot. Criminals are looking for places where they can blend in and lie low. The Midwest has become very attractive."
Burt took off his baseball cap and rubbed his head. "I never go back there. Got no reason to. Our dumpsters are on the other side of the building. I forgot you could even drive back there. Who did you say discovered the bodies?"
Agent Barkely looked a bit uncomfortable. "We received an anonymous call."
Carol frowned. "So that means someone either stumbled on them, or knew about it."
Agent Barkely said nothing. He glanced at the pictures of Finn and Kurt on the mantle.
"You have sons?"
Burt nodded. "Two boys. Juniors in high school."
"They attend McKinley?"
"Finn does, but our other son, Kurt, attends Dalton Academy up by Westerville."
Agent Barkley leaned forward. "Really? Any reason for the different schools?"
Burt's eyes clouded with slight sadness. It still bothered him that Kurt was basically forced to leave home.
"My son experienced some pretty extreme bullying at McKinley. We thought it best for him to go to Dalton. Better kids, better environment."
Agent Barkely suppressed a smirk. Better kids my ass. Nothing but spoiled rich brats with money, a sense of entitlement, and parents who pay their way out of their fuck ups.
He stood up. "Well, I just wanted to stop by and brief you on the situation. I suggest you continue staying out of that area. Just because a shooting went down there doesn't mean they won't continue to use that spot. Know that we'll be watching."
Carol gave him a quizzical look. "You said you're with the FBI. Isn't local drug dealing a local police matter?"
Agent Barkely looked uncomfortable again. "The local department called us for help. They're not as experienced dealing with these matters as we are."
Burt looked suspicious. "The FBI helps local police with local drug problems?"
Agent Barkely said nothing. Burt and Carol looked at each other.
"Agent," began Carol, "exactly who was murdered in that alley? These weren't random drug dealers, were they?"
Agent Barkely looked between the two of them.
"Good luck with your congressional campaign, Mr. Hummel."
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