PART II
Please read these warnings carefully, especially if you've never read my other stories.
This chapter features oral sex, breath play, bondage, rough sex, and strong BDSM themes. I don't think there are any triggers because everything is consensual, but still read with caution.
Blaine's dark, dominant, and twisted side shows up in this chapter. Yes, he loves Kurt dearly, but he's screwed up by his genes. Like father, like son. Kurt begins his slide into submission, but not without a fight because he's Kurt.
Blaine's journey into the dark abyss of the criminal world is about to begin, but first he has to make sure Kurt is strapped in next to him.
Chapter 11
Look what you're doing, look what you've done
But in this jungle you can't run
Cause what I got for you I promise is a killer
You'll be banging on my chest
Bang bang, gorilla
Gorilla by Bruno Mars
Kurt lay across Blaine's bed dressed in the outfit Blaine had bought him for the dance. He was supposed to be reading a chapter of his history book while he waited for Blaine to arrive, but his mind kept wandering back to their last conversation and argument.
Ask versus tell.
In all honesty, Kurt was flattered by Blaine's jealousy. His possessiveness made Kurt feel wanted and desired, and frankly it felt good to feel that way. He loved that Blaine wanted to protect him, but the idea of asking for permission to leave campus, or to do anything for that matter, was ridiculous.
Right?
A teeny, tiny voice in the back of Kurt's mind whispered to him, but Kurt refused to listen. He also ignored the deep twist and swirl inside him. Instead he stood up and stretched, looking around Blaine's room. He spotted a large, decorative, silver ampersand sitting on Blaine's bookshelf. He walked over to take a closer look. Was this his? That was strange. When did he bring it to Blaine's room, and why? Next to it were a few of his art history books. Did Blaine ask to borrow those?
Kurt laid back down across the bed and pushed himself to focus on his history chapter. He managed to make it through most of the chapter until he heard a key in the lock.
Blaine walked in and dropped his bag. Kurt sat up and smiled at him.
"Hi."
Blaine said nothing as he ran his eyes up and down Kurt's body. Damn. Kurt really was gorgeous. His blue gray eyes were warm and bright, and his smile was open and comforting. His hair was perfectly styled as usual, and his complexion flawless. He was so otherworldly beautiful. The longer Blaine stared at Kurt, the stronger the flood of emotions racing through his mind. He'd been thinking about Kurt nonstop since his conversation with his father. The idea of Kurt being in danger because of him filled Blaine with guilt, and fear. As he stood there staring at him, Blaine vowed to do whatever it took to keep Kurt protected and safe.
Which meant Kurt couldn't pull stunts like the one this weekend.
Kurt had defied him and gone out with someone else. Someone Blaine had specifically told him to stay away from.
Kurt had to learn that he could not do that. It was completely unacceptable and dangerous. He couldn't just runaway and disappear. Never mind that Blaine was tracking him. Kurt didn't know that. It was important for Kurt to understand that he had to do what Blaine told him. He had to follow Blaine's rules.
He had to obey.
For his own protection and safety, of course.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't my gorgeous, disobedient, boyfriend."
Kurt arched an eyebrow. "Disobedient?"
"Yes, disobedient. I'm surprised you're here and not off with assdrew somewhere."
Kurt gave him a bitchy look and shook his head. "I can't believe you're…" He was cut off when Blaine grabbed him and kissed him, deep and breathtaking, making Kurt forget what he was about to say as he fell under Blaine's spell. By the time Blaine let him up for air, Kurt felt slightly drunk. He didn't even realize Blaine had unbuttoned his shirt until he was sliding it off and placing it on the bed. Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes as he teasingly rubbed his thumbs over his nipples. Kurt was almost embarrassed at how turned on he became from such a simple caress. Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's crotch and massaged firmly. Kurt moaned and pressed himself into Blaine's hand, but Blaine quickly pulled it away causing Kurt to groan in need.
"Please…I've missed you."
Blaine shook his head. "No. You were a bad boy, but I'm willing to forgive you for your disobedience if you do something for me. Something to prove you can follow direction."
"I didn't disobey you. I called…" Blaine cut him off by placing his hand firmly on Kurt's neck.
"Do not argue with me, Kurt." He snaked his fingers up to tangle in Kurt's hair and gently tugged his head back to fully expose his neck. He sucked a large red mark on to the smooth skin before whispering in his ear, his voice hot and thick.
"I want you on your knees, hands behind your back."
Kurt almost dropped to the floor immediately, but he felt like he should protest, or argue, or something.
Even if he didn't really want to.
"I…um…what?"
Blaine grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it to the floor. "Did I stutter? On your knees, Kurt."
Kurt slowly sank down on to the pillow and placed his hands behind his back. Blaine walked over to his closet and took out two Dalton uniform ties. He draped one around his neck, and held the other, twisting it around his hand.
Kurt couldn't take his eyes off the tie. His heart was racing and his cock was throbbing. Where was this going?
Blaine draped the tie around Kurt's neck before stepping back to undress. He stood in front of Kurt completely naked, his hard cock bobbing near Kurt's mouth. Kurt stared at it. He'd never sucked Blaine's cock before, but suddenly he wanted to bad. Real bad.
Blaine placed a finger under Kurt's chin and tilted his head back. Their eyes locked.
"Do you trust me, Kurt?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Blaine stepped behind Kurt and bent down. He pulled the tie from around his neck and tied Kurt's hands behind his back at the wrists. Kurt pulled a little and felt a hot rush of both fear and excitement when he realized how tight his hands were tied.
Blaine stepped back in front of him and picked up the ends of the tie draped around Kurt's neck. He looped one end over the other tying it loosely.
Then he pulled.
Kurt's eyes widened as he felt the tie tighten around his neck.
"Do you trust me, Kurt?"
"Yes," Kurt whispered.
Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes and pulled a little tighter. Kurt gasped, but didn't look away.
Blaine pulled tighter.
Kurt's gasp was more strangled. He closed his eyes and twisted his hands behind his back as his cock grew harder.
Blaine let go of the tie, and Kurt breathed out heavily. Blaine pressed his cock to Kurt's lips.
"Suck."
Kurt opened his mouth and slid his lips down the thick, heavy cock, swallowing the precum that had bubbled up and gathered at the head. He pulled up and almost off before sliding down again. He fell into a steady up and down rhythm until Blaine stopped him.
"Don't let go, just be still."
Blaine pushed himself a little further down Kurt's throat.
And then he gently pulled the ends of the tie.
Kurt whimpered and tried to pull off, but Blaine pressed a hand to the back of his head.
"Suck Kurt."
Kurt slowly moved up and down, working the cock in his mouth while Blaine slowly pulled the tie tighter and tighter, constricting his breathing. When Kurt tried to pull off, Blaine wouldn't let him.
"Suck Kurt."
Kurt squeezed his eyes shut and kept moving up and down, struggling to suck as Blaine tightened and released the tie over and over before finally pulling it from around Kurt's neck. He immediately shoved his cock all the way down Kurt's throat. Kurt sputtered and choked. Blaine pulled out for just a moment, allowing Kurt to inhale a big breath of air before pushing his cock back into Kurt's mouth and down his throat.
"No more breaks. Suck until I come."
Kurt groaned around the cock, sucking to match the rhythm of Blaine's hips thrusting into his mouth. Blaine suddenly grabbed Kurt's hair and stilled him.
"Oh…oh…uh…I'm..."
Kurt tried to swallow the cum rushing down his throat, but his throat was tired from the abuse. He started choking and coughing. Blaine pulled out, drops of cum dripping to the floor. Kurt sat back on his heels in a coughing fit. Blaine grabbed a bottle of water from his desk and dropped to his knees, holding the bottle to Kurt's lips. After several drinks of water, Kurt stopped coughing. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Blaine's shoulder. Blaine rubbed his hands up and down Kurt's back.
"That was so good, Kurt. So fucking hot. You were wonderful, gorgeous. Such a good boy. My very good boy."
Kurt savored Blaine's praise. He felt steadied and content despite his still hard, throbbing cock. Blaine made no move to relieve him, and Kurt didn't ask. Blaine untied his hands, and they shifted on the floor until Blaine was leaning with his back against the bed and Kurt was lying beside him, on his side, his head resting in Blaine's lap. Blaine gently ran his fingers through Kurt's hair, his eyes closed. For the first time in days his head was clear of all thoughts, his body completely relaxed. Kurt was so good for him. So beautiful, gorgeous, sexy…
"So, how was your trip home? How's your family?"
Kurt could feel Blaine's body tense. He quickly sat up.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?"
How was he supposed to answer that?
Well, my brother officially hates me and is probably plotting my murder.
Apparently my father broke my mother and spends everyday trying to fix her.
Did I mention that I am officially the heir apparent of the Anderson crime family?
Since I plan to marry you one day, this means your life will be in constant danger.
How do you feel about being chained up in my room?
"No, things are fine. Everybody's good."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah. I'm sure."
Telio looked at Blaine and laughed.
"I'm serious."
This made Telio laugh harder.
They were lying on the mats in the gym after a training session. Telio was impressed at how fast and strong Blaine had become, which was why he found Blaine's request even funnier. If Blaine wanted to kick Andrew's ass, he could do it himself.
Telio finally stopped laughing and just shook his head. "I can't believe you'd even ask me."
"I need to make him understand that Kurt is off limits, and I need to punish him for asking Kurt out."
"Punish him for asking Kurt out? Blaine, they didn't go on a date. From what I heard, like, 10 guys went."
"I don't care. I told him to leave Kurt alone."
Telio stood up. "Whatever. I'm not your muscle, Blaine. I don't beat people up unless they threaten you. I'm your protector, not your mercenary."
Blaine thought for a moment. His voice suddenly turned darker, quiet and serious.
"One day I might order you to kill someone."
Telio sat back down and turned just as serious.
"When you're boss…if you order me to kill someone, or to have someone killed who is a legitimate threat to the family or to our business interests, I'll do it without question or hesitation, but until that time I'm not your hired gun."
A minute of silence passed as Blaine absorbed Telio's words.
One day he would have the power to order men to kill.
A fresh, dark, rush roared through his body and pounded in his chest.
What an intoxicating realization.
"You would kill for me?"
"Of course. I would die for you."
The two boys stared at each other.
It really wasn't that surprising. It was the way their world worked. Telio reached over and took Blaine's hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it.
"My loyalty, allegiance, and love lie with my Don."
Blaine smiled. It was an old custom from another time. Blaine had vague memories from his childhood of watching men greet his grandfather in this fashion.
"Oh, before I forget." Telio stood up and went over to his bag. He pulled out the folder from Luther. Blaine took it but didn't open it.
"What's in it?"
"A breakdown of all of the other crime families, but naturally it's in code. It lists their legitimate businesses and operations, but the last page is a narrative explaining their illegal businesses. You have to read between the lines to figure it out."
Blaine nodded. He didn't really want to know, but he knew he should. He hoped his father lived forever.
"Two of the other families have requested permission to go into drugs, citing all the money we're losing by not entering the market. You father is reviewing their request."
Blaine sighed. "That's what Cooper wants. The Anderson drug cartel."
"Where do you think Cooper is?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know, and I don't really care."
Telio frowned. "You should care."
"Why? Cause he's my brother?"
Telio decided not to say what he was thinking.
Yes. An Anderson has murdered his brother before to gain control of the family.
Kurt was horny.
Horny.
Horny.
Horny.
It was a new state of being for Kurt, and he decided this was one experience he did not enjoy having in common with his friends.
It wasn't as if he'd never been horny before, but frankly, prior to meeting Blaine, horniness wasn't something he experienced very often. It was as if his body had reached the understanding that physical intimacy just wasn't in the cards for him, at least not until college. But now his body knew what was possible, knew what sex felt like, and it wanted more.
Kurt had slept with Blaine every night that week, but all they'd done was kiss and cuddle. Blaine hadn't initiated anything, and Kurt was too shy to ask.
Especially since he was craving something that scared him.
Something different, deeper, darker.
Perhaps I need to tie you to the bed to make sure you don't runaway in the middle of the night.
I want you on your knees, hands behind your back.
Such a good boy. My very good boy.
Kurt tried to push his horny thoughts aside and focus on his weekend trip to Blaine's home. He was excited and nervous. He couldn't wait to meet Blaine's mom, and to learn more about Blaine's family, but he was nervous about being in the home of a crime boss. What if they were attacked or something?
By Thursday, Kurt decided he couldn't take it anymore. As he watched Blaine walk towards the bed in a pair of black briefs, he decided it was time for him to stop being a baby penguin. After all, this was his boyfriend. They'd had sex, and handjobs, and blowjobs, and choking games with ties. There was no reason why he couldn't ask for what he wanted.
Even if what he wanted scared the shit out of him.
As Blaine started to climb into bed, Kurt grabbed his arm. Blaine stopped and stood up.
"Yes?"
Blaine was surprised when Kurt moved to his knees on the bed, grabbed Blaine's head, and crashed their mouths together. He could practically taste Kurt's lust. When Kurt pulled back, his eyes confirmed his kiss, and then some.
"I…I want you."
Blaine cupped Kurt's face with both of his hands and kissed him softly. He slid his hands down to Kurt's neck.
"What exactly do you want from me, gorgeous?"
Kurt licked his lips. "I want you to…I want you inside me."
Blaine eyes darkened with intensity. "Do you deserve to have me inside you? Have you been a good boy this week?"
A warm heat slid through Kurt, igniting a soft fire within him.
"Yes…sir."
Blaine's cock was suddenly ten times harder.
He slowly pushed Kurt down on to the bed, pinning his hands, kissing him hungrily. Kurt returned his passion, kissing back feverishly. Blaine pulled Kurt's boxers down and off, and Kurt immediately spread and bent his legs, offering himself up to Blaine, but Blaine sat still, studying him. Drinking in his beauty. Kurt was eager and wanting, his gray blue eyes bright, wet, and pleading. His smooth, pale skin glowing with desire as his cock twitched, seeking. Blaine leaned down and planted a single kiss on the head of Kurt's cock. Kurt moaned and arched up, but Blaine left him wanting. He reached over and grabbed the lube from his nightstand, coated his fingers, and roughly slid two inside Kurt's ass, twisting them hard. Kurt moaned and pushed against the fingers. Blaine harshly shoved in two more making Kurt cry out. He wiggled and twisted his fingers until Kurt was babbling and begging.
Blaine pulled out his fingers and moved up to kiss Kurt softly before whispering in his ear.
"Roll over on to your stomach."
Kurt quickly rolled over as Blaine climbed off the bed and walked to his closet. He returned and climbed on top of Kurt, straddling his back. He leaned down and sucked the back of Kurt's neck. Kurt could feel Blaine's cock pressed hard against him, making him want it even more.
"Do you trust me, Kurt?"
Shit.
Kurt closed his eyes. "Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Up on your knees."
Kurt's body trembled as he shakily rose to his knees, but he almost toppled over when he saw what Blaine had.
Handcuffs.
"Put your hands together."
Kurt obediently held out his hands and watched as Blaine put the handcuffs on, locking them tight.
"Stay on your knees, but bend down. Arms straight out, head on the pillow, and stick out your beautiful ass for me."
Kurt followed Blaine's directions, stretching his arms out in front of him as he rested his cheek on the pillow. He could feel Blaine's strong hands spreading his legs wide, and then he felt the head of Blaine's cock teasing his hole.
"You can't run off and disappear, Kurt. I must know where you are at all times. You must ask for my permission before leaving campus…or going anywhere for that matter. You need to understand and obey me, so tonight we're going to make sure this lesson is embedded in your brain. And your ass."
Kurt didn't have time to fully process Blaine's words before he was crying out in shocked, stuttered wails as Blaine drove his cock into his ass in one quick, hard, stroke. His fingers dug into Kurt's hips, pulling him back on to his cock, adjusting to make sure he was exactly where he wanted to be because he was going to fuck the shit out of Kurt until he understood and agreed.
Kurt grunted as his ass stretched and ached around Blaine's cock. In this position, Kurt felt like Blaine's cock went deeper and harder, filling him to the brink and threatening to split him. The fact that he was handcuffed shot every sensation to a new level.
Blaine pounded into him brutally. This was punishment for Andrew and training. Kurt had to understand. He belonged to Blaine and that carried certain requirements. Rules Kurt had to follow. Blaine would fuck understanding into him.
He spoke between fucks. "You…don't…tell me…where you're going. You fucking ask, Kurt. You ask permission."
Kurt was grunting with every thrust inside him, but he managed to yell.
"Tell!"
Blaine's eyes narrowed and he fucked into Kurt harder.
"Ask!"
"Tell!"
"Ask!"
"Tell!"
They were trapped in battle. Kurt cried and screamed as Blaine plunged unbelievably harder into him. "Ask, ask, ask!"
Kurt didn't give in. Not yet. It was all too fucking brutal, and erotic, and he couldn't get enough.
"Tell, tell, tell!"
"Ask, ask, ask!"
"Tell, tell, tellllllllll!"
Their bodies grew slick and shiny with sweat, as both refused to give in. Blaine was lost in a haze of control, power, fucking, and the erotic, twisted joy of making Kurt suffer beneath him. Kurt was trapped in a sick, suffering, agony of both pain and a pleasure he couldn't believe existed. He was ready to give in, but he didn't want the fucking to stop. It felt too good.
A sudden, intensely loud scream from Kurt sent Blaine crashing over, filling Kurt's ass with warm, thick, cum. Kurt wailed and pushed his sore, raw ass back on to Blaine's cock to make sure he was completely filled. Blaine stilled, his arms wrapped around Kurt's waist, his head resting on Kurt's back. Kurt still hadn't come. He whined loudly, unable to speak.
Blaine reached around and massaged Kurt's balls.
"I shouldn't let you come. You don't deserve it, you stubborn, beautiful, bitch."
Kurt sobbed. "Please…I'll be a good boy."
Well fuck.
"Yes. You are a good boy. My very good boy." Blaine wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock, gave it just a few strokes, and Kurt was wailing as his cock spilled, white and milky on to the sheets.
Blaine carefully climbed off of Kurt and lay down on his side, pulling Kurt's back flush to his chest, spooning him. Kurt brought his handcuffed hands up to his chest and relaxed in Blaine's embrace. As they drifted off to sleep, Blaine whispered.
"Ask."
Kurt mouthed, "Tell," as he drifted off to sleep.
Friday afternoon, Blaine happily slid into the driver's seat of the Mercedes while Telio begrudgingly climbed in the back.
"Do you even know your way home?"
Blaine glared at Telio while Kurt giggled. "Of course I know my way home. Just sit back and ride."
Kurt shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable. Blaine smirked in wicked satisfaction.
That morning Kurt woke up to find he couldn't walk to the bathroom because his ass hurt too much, and he couldn't even crawl because he was still handcuffed. The fact that he had slept in the handcuffs both shocked and thrilled him. He hated to wake Blaine, but he really needed to pee. Blaine had sleepily unlocked him and then rolled over, presumably to go back to sleep. Kurt checked to make sure his eyes were closed before dropping to all fours and slowly crawling to the bathroom. He couldn't believe this was what it had come to, but at least Blaine wasn't witnessing his embarrassment.
Or so he thought.
After using the bathroom and washing his face (when had he brought all his products to Blaine's room?), he dropped to the floor again to crawl back to bed. When he pushed the bathroom door open, Blaine was sitting up in bed, arms stretched comfortably across the headboard, staring at him with a wicked twinkle in his eye, and a sexy grin across his face. Kurt turned crimson.
"I thought you were asleep."
"You look rather beautiful down there on your knees. I like you on your knees."
Kurt gently sat back on his heels and managed an annoyed huff and bitchy glare despite his current situation.
"I didn't have a choice."
Blaine smiled, dark and sexy making Kurt's insides twist. He climbed out of bed, still naked, and walked over to Kurt. He reached down and cupped his cheek.
"Are you really that sore?"
Kurt nodded.
"Good. Maybe that will keep you from running away."
Kurt felt the warm heat pool inside him again. He stared intently into Blaine's eyes.
Blaine took a step closer and pressed his cock to Kurt's lips.
"Suck Kurt."
x-x-x-x
"Do you remember how to start the car?"
Blaine woke from his memory of that morning and started the car. As they pulled through the Dalton gates, Kurt clapped his hands excitedly.
"Oh! How could I forget to tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"My probation period will be up next month. I'll be allowed to bring my car to campus!"
Blaine frowned. "Why do you need to have a car on campus?"
Kurt looked at him in confusion. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I have a car on campus? Lots of people have a car. You have a car. I'll be able to go home without my dad having to drive all the way up here, not to mention going into town sometimes."
Blaine focused on the road. He didn't like this. The last thing he needed was for Kurt to have the ability to take off in his car.
Kurt was staring at Blaine, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
"Do you not want me to have a car?"
"I just don't see why you need one. If you wanna go somewhere, I'll take you, and it's not like you go home to see your dad that often. If you wanna go home one weekend, but not have him come get you, I'll drive you."
Kurt shook his head. "It makes more sense for me to just have my car. I promise to tell you when I'm going somewhere." Kurt grinned. Blaine shook his head.
"Don't disobey me, Kurt."
"Disobey? I'm not a puppy, Blaine."
Blaine sighed. He did not want to start their weekend off with a fight. He reached over and took Kurt's hand, but kept his eyes on the road.
"I just wanna keep you safe."
Kurt said nothing. He didn't want to argue, especially about Blaine keeping him safe. He loved Blaine's protectiveness. So he settled in and tried to pay attention to the way Blaine was going. He gave up by the fourth turn down yet another long road with cornfields on either side. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn they were just driving in circles.
By the time they reached the security gate of the Anderson compound, Kurt and Blaine were laughing and singing while Telio seemed lost in his own thoughts in the back. As Blaine punched in the security code, he noticed there wasn't a security guard in sight. He was glad his mother had apparently come through for him, but also a little nervous. Things had changed since he first asked his mother to tone down the security.
As they approached the house, Telio noticed the lack of guards at the end of the driveway, and there were no guards by the garage. He relaxed a little when he saw two men on the roof, but he was disappointed that Kurt wasn't seeing the reality of the Anderson home. It wasn't fair to Kurt, and it was dangerous, even with Mario away on business.
Anastasia pulled a tray of cookies from the oven and hurried out to the foyer to greet the boys. She laughed in delight when Blaine threw himself into her arms and whispered, "It looks and smells great. Thanks mom."
Watching Blaine and his mom looking so happy together both surprised and comforted Kurt. Blaine never talked about his visits home, but he always seemed somber afterwards making Kurt wonder what really happened during those trips.
Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel."
Anastasia smiled and hesitantly opened her arms, unsure how Kurt would feel about being hugged. Kurt immediately stepped forward and embraced her. She smelled wonderful. She stepped back and took Kurt's hands in hers.
"Welcome, Kurt. I'm so happy to meet you."
"The feeling is mutual. Thank you for having me this weekend."
The two stood there smiling at each other while Blaine grinned happily. These were the two most important people in his world. The two people he loved more than anyone, and here they were together. He couldn't have been happier if he tried.
"You must be hungry and tired. Why don't you get settled? Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes."
They grabbed their bags and headed up to Blaine's room. Kurt noticed Anastasia hadn't mentioned a guest room. Was he really going to get to stay in Blaine's room? Kurt was about to ask when Blaine opened the door to his bedroom. Kurt entered and looked around in awe. Blaine's bedroom was larger than his room at Dalton, and had a large full bathroom complete with Jacuzzi tub and a shower for four. Kurt shook his head.
"What is it with you and big bedrooms?"
Blaine grabbed Kurt, pushed him down on the bed, and kissed him.
"I need a room large enough for a huge bed to fuck you in."
"You had the large room at Dalton before you met me."
"I've told you before, I was waiting for you."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Mmm hmmm. Right."
Blaine rolled off of Kurt and pulled him into his arms. He closed his eyes and smiled. Having Kurt in his bedroom, in his bed, made home feel so much better.
"Your mother is so pretty and...warm."
Blaine nodded. "Yeah. She's awesome."
"Is your father here?"
"No. He's away on business."
"Am I really allowed to sleep in here with you?"
"Sure, why not? We sleep together at school."
"But your mom doesn't know that."
"Of course she does."
"She does?"
"Sure."
Kurt mulled this over. He would never tell his father he slept with Blaine every night. His father would have a fit.
x-x-x-x
Blaine couldn't stop smiling throughout dinner. Listening to his mom and Kurt hit it off made him indescribably happy. Anastasia asked Kurt about his family, and Kurt told her about losing his mom, and how Burt met Carol. It wasn't until halfway through dinner that Anastasia noticed the bracelet on Kurt's wrist. She quickly took a drink of water to swallow the gasp in her throat.
A tracking bracelet.
She knew what it was because she'd worn one for years. When she figured out what it was, she demanded Mario remove it. He refused and they fought bitterly.
She lost.
And was punished.
Her gaze moved from the bracelet to her son. Her son who looked and moved so much like his father. How deep did the similarities run? Would Blaine treat this beautiful boy the way Mario treated her?
Should she warn him to run as far away as he could before it was too late?
She looked back at Blaine who was staring at Kurt with heart eyes full of love and adoration as Kurt told a story about something that happened with his old glee club.
No, of course not. What kind of mother was she? Her loyalties should lie with her son. This boy obviously made Blaine happy. She would never ruin her son's happiness.
Kurt would just have to learn.
Like she did.
After dinner Blaine took Kurt on a tour of the house. Kurt was quickly turned around and lost as they seemed to walk down one hallway and then another, through room after room, and past many locked doors. Occasionally they came across a guard who would quickly move out of sight when they saw Kurt. Blaine never acknowledged their presence, but Kurt was curious.
"So…the men we've seen...they're guards?"
"Yes."
"And they live here?"
"No. Well, a few do, but most have a shift. Just like any other job."
"Isn't that strange?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…you have men carrying guns in your house. Doesn't that freak you out?"
Blaine stopped walking and pulled Kurt into a beautiful sitting room with a chaise lounge in the corner. Blaine stared at it as he remembered a dream he had once.
"Sit there."
Kurt sat down on the lounge. He leaned back on his hands and crossed his legs. Blaine wanted him to lay across it like in his dream, but this was good enough. He sat down in a chair across the room.
"Why are you sitting way over there?"
"Because I like looking at you. You're so beautiful."
Kurt smiled. He could never get enough of Blaine's compliments. After years of being called pasty, ugly, gay face, and everything in between, the fact that someone as handsome and sexy as Blaine found him beautiful still amazed him. Sure, he always knew he was fashion fabulous, but it was nice to have it acknowledged by someone else.
"To answer your question, no. I don't find the guards or the weapons strange. I grew up with it. It's what I've always known. I guess I'm used to it."
Kurt shook his head. "I could never get used to that."
Blaine stared at him. You'll have to.
"Have you ever held a gun, Kurt?"
Kurt shook his head.
"Would you like to?"
Kurt's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, would you like to learn how to shoot a gun?"
Kurt slowly shook his head. "I don't think so. I don't like violence. I've experienced enough of it without actual weapons. I don't wanna become another gun toting American."
"It can't hurt to learn how to handle a gun…just in case you have to one day."
"Why would I ever need to handle a gun?"
"I don't know. Maybe to protect yourself."
Kurt looked at him for a moment before standing up and walking across the room, switching his hips seductively. Blaine stared in shocked surprise when Kurt stopped in front of him and dropped to his knees. His voice was low and seductive.
"But that's what I have you for, right? To protect me?"
Blaine placed his hand on Kurt's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He trailed his lips along Kurt's neck, whispering against his skin. "Yes…yes…I'll always protect you. Always. I promise."
Blaine pulled Kurt to his feet and dragged him down the many hallways to his bedroom. Clothes were quickly discarded and they fell on to the bed in a tangle of arms, and legs, lips desperately seeking skin to kiss, and mumbled words of love, want, need, and promise. Blaine sucked at Kurt's neck as he twisted two fingers inside him.
"I love how you're always so tight. Gonna plug your tight hole when we get back to school. I want your hole full so you always think about me fucking you."
Kurt groaned. "I always think of you fucking me. You leave me so sore."
That pushed Blaine into overdrive. He'd planned to go slow since they'd fucked so hard Thursday night, but thoughts of leaving Kurt sore took over. He slid in slowly, but then fucked Kurt until he was begging.
"Blaine…please…come…please…can't….take…fuck…fill…m e…ohhh…."
The begging drove Blaine crazy. He fucked into him harder until he exploded, his mind dizzy as his body collapsed on to Kurt. Kurt held him tight, running his hands up and down Blaine's back as he came down. Blaine was mumbling incoherently as he drifted from orgasmic bliss into sleep.
"Love…you…keep…safe…always…protect…"
Kurt held him tight. "I know you will. I know."
Saturday morning the boys slept late before finally making their way downstairs for breakfast. Having dismissed the staff for the weekend, Anastasia enjoyed cooking for the first time in months, watching all three boys devour eggs, toast, bacon and sausage. After breakfast, Telio disappeared while Kurt and Blaine put on coats and hats to walk the grounds. While the March air was chilly, it was comfortable with enough padding. Blaine asked one of the guards to build a fire in the fire pit for them to enjoy upon their return. As they walked, a guard followed behind them, careful to keep his distance.
Kurt took a deep breath. The clear, crisp air filled his lungs and made him feel very alive. He turned to Blaine and smiled.
"I feel wonderful."
Blaine smiled back. "So do I. I'm glad you're here."
Kurt looked around. "It's so beautiful here. Beautiful and peaceful."
They stopped at the edge of a small, half frozen pond. Kurt sat down on a large rock and studied Blaine as he stood staring across the pond.
"So, I got my packet in the mail about auditioning for NYADA."
Blaine nodded. "Good. That gives you plenty of time to prepare."
"Rachel and I have been making a list of possible audition pieces for months. Naturally she'll do, "Don't Rain on My Parade." It's her trademark. She's been practicing since she was like two."
"Well, whatever you choose to do, I'm sure you'll kill it. I'm not worried. They'd be crazy not to accept you."
Kurt nodded. "I hope so." Blaine turned back towards the pond. Kurt watched him for a moment before deciding to put his idea out there.
"You know…I've been thinking. Why don't you audition too? I know you were thinking about Columbia or NYU, but why not consider NYADA?"
Blaine continued staring at the pond.
"Blaine?"
Blaine walked over to him and took his gloved hands in his.
"What if I couldn't go to New York with you? What would you do?"
Kurt felt a sharp cut to his heart. "What do you mean?"
"Let's say I had to stay here. What would you do?"
"But why would you have to stay here?" Kurt's eyes met Blaine's and a chill that had nothing do with being outdoors, snaked up his spine.
"What would you do here? Work for your father?"
"Possibly."
"In the construction firm?"
"Maybe."
Kurt ignored the voice in the back of his head. "Well, I guess I could see that. Anderson Construction is a big company and…"
Blaine cut him off. "What if it wasn't for the construction firm?"
There was only one other side to the Anderson family business, and that side was the reason why an armed guard stood watch over them a few feet away.
"Blaine…what are you saying?"
Blaine stared into Kurt's eyes. Now was the time to tell him about his father's decision. To come clean about his future.
Instead he pulled Kurt up and kissed him softly. "I'm not saying anything. I was just thinking out loud. Let's go see if the fire is ready."
Kurt held back. "But why would you think that? Are you…did your father say something to you?"
Don't lie to him.
"We were just discussing my options last weekend. Working for my family is always an option."
"But you don't want that, so it's not really an option, is it?"
Blaine smiled. "Exactly. Come on."
As they walked, Blaine rationalized his decision.
Nothing's definite. My father is very healthy. I can work out a compromise where I go to college in New York, and do my own thing until my father is ready to start thinking about retirement. That's years away. Kurt and I will be married by then.
There's no need to worry him now.
x-x-x-x
After dinner Saturday evening, Kurt offered to help Anastasia clear the table and clean the kitchen. Blaine decided to disappear to play video games with Telio. He liked the idea of Kurt spending time with his mom. Kurt would be her son-in-law one day. It was important for them to get along.
As they cleaned, Kurt told Anastasia about his culinary talents.
"Now, I don't mean to brag, but over the summer I mastered the art of pate. I also make an excellent soufflé."
"Ah, you are better than me. Mine never rises correctly."
"The key is to leave enough room in the bowl. You can't crowd it. It has to have room to grow to its full potential."
Anastasia smiled. "Noted." She paused and studied Kurt for a moment. He really was a pretty boy. Still masculine, but pretty, and he seemed smart and kind. Anastasia decided to tread carefully. She didn't want to ruin anything for her son, but she felt a strange obligation to warn Kurt. This boy had no mother, just like Telio, and it saddened her. Anastasia's mothering instinct was too strong for her to ignore. She gestured for them to sit down at the kitchen table.
"So, tell me, Kurt. Do you love my son?"
Kurt nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I do. Very much."
"Are you in love with him?"
Kurt nodded.
Anastasia sighed. Kurt was surprised to see her expression somber and her mood turn pensive. His mind immediately took a turn towards rejection. Didn't she like him? Didn't she think he was good enough for her son? Anastasia reached over and took his hand.
"Blaine is a very sweet boy. He always has been. He's kind, and loving, and when he cares, he cares deeply with his whole heart. I see the way he looks at you. He loves you, Kurt. He is very much in love with you. You obviously make him very happy, and that makes me happy."
Kurt relaxed. Okay. This was all good, so why did Anastasia look so worried? Kurt sought to reassure her.
"I promise you Mrs. Anderson, I truly love your son. I really, really do. He makes me happy too, and I can't imagine not being with him."
Anastasia gave him a small smile. "I'm glad to hear that. I really am because…there are some things you should know about Anderson men. Anderson men are very passionate creatures. Their blood is rich and thick, pulsing with power and passion. They have an inborn need to lead. Control. To dominate and command everything…and everyone around them. It is why they do what they do. They could never take direction from others, and…they don't deal well with others not taking direction from them."
Kurt felt a slight chill go through him. Anastasia was staring into his eyes with almost the same intensity as Blaine. Her grip on his hand tightened.
"Anderson men are very confident and determined in their decision making. They do not vacillate and they do not waver once they have decided they want something…or someone."
Kurt's expression made Anastasia decide it was time to stop talking. She'd said enough. Hopefully Kurt could draw his own conclusions and make his own decision before it was too late.
Anastasia glanced at Kurt's bracelet.
If it wasn't already too late.
x-x-x-x
Kurt returned to Blaine's room and prepared for bed. He was emotionally exhausted from the day's conversations. Why did Blaine mention the possibility of a future with his family's business? Why didn't he want to audition for NYADA? Why had his conversation with Anastasia sounded like a warning, but a warning about what exactly? And why on earth would Blaine ever think Kurt would want to learn how to shoot a gun?
Kurt sighed. His mind was tired. No more thinking. He climbed into bed and fell asleep in minutes.
Around 11:00 pm, Blaine slipped quietly inside his room and locked the door. He smiled at Kurt all wrapped up in his sheets, sleeping peacefully.
Good thing Kurt had gotten some rest.
Blaine took off his clothes, and quietly gathered the things he would need. Once everything was ready, he gently sat down on the bed and rolled Kurt to his back. Kurt remained asleep, but snorted and tried to roll all the way over. Blaine stopped him and gently pulled his arms up above his head. As he locked the handcuffs, Kurt stirred. He tried to move his hands. His eyes flew open.
"Hello gorgeous."
Kurt blinked. "What are you doing?"
"Finishing our lesson. Hopefully you'll understand the concept this time."
Now Kurt was awake.
The room was dark except for the light from two candles, one on each side of the bed. Blaine was so sexy, Kurt found it almost hard to look at him. His curls were free and he hadn't shaved, so a light stubble covered his face. His eyes were focused on Kurt with love and desire, but something sinister lurked just underneath.
"Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?"
Kurt nodded and shook his head.
"Do you trust me?"
As Kurt pulled slightly within the handcuffs, he realized there was a growing pattern to that question.
"Yes."
Blaine smiled. "Good boy."
Blaine moved in between Kurt's bent legs, spreading them wide. Kurt happily closed his eyes and moaned as Blaine poured a little lube into his hand and stroked Kurt's cock several times. He poured some on his fingers and slid them inside Kurt's ass, making him whine in anticipation. Then Kurt felt something cool and metal. He opened his eyes and looked down. There was a round piece of thick metal around his cock. Kurt's eyes grew huge.
"What…what are you doing?"
"Teaching you a lesson."
"What?"
Blaine leaned down and gave Kurt's cock one, firm, long, hard, suck. Kurt couldn't help but arch his hips up, but Blaine pulled off and gave him a sexy, wicked smile.
"Here is your lesson. You must ask my permission to leave campus. Not tell. Ask. As soon as you agree to this, you may come."
"What?"
"You heard me."
Blaine leaned down and started to suck.
And suck.
And lick.
And massage.
And Kurt was in sweet, sweet hell.
Blaine carefully applied every suck, lick, and touch to elicit the highest possible arousal from Kurt. Kurt's body was soon wound so tight with pulsing, tense need, he was sure his cock was going to simply burst. Blaine brought him to the edge and kept him there, begging, pleading, and thrashing in sexual torment. Kurt's speech disintegrated into sobs and whines.
"Come on, gorgeous. All you have to do is repeat after me. I will ask for permission. I will ask for permission."
Kurt's mind managed to process the words, but he refused to give in. Instead he cried out as Blaine sucked him fast and hard while filling his ass with four slick fingers.
"If you keep this up, gorgeous, I'm going to be able to fist you."
Kurt screamed as his cock grew impossibly harder.
Blaine continued for a few more minutes before stopping to kiss Kurt's mouth. Kurt kissed back as though starving. He panted and begged into Blaine's mouth.
"Come...come…need to come…please…"
Blaine kissed along his neck and whispered in his ear. "You know what you have to do to come. Be a good boy, Kurt. Say it. I will ask for permission."
Kurt shook his head. "Tell!"
Blaine kissed him hard. "Such a gorgeous, beautiful, bitch. I love you so much. You're so fucking strong and determined, but you should pick a different battle and a different opponent. Andersons always win."
Blaine reached over and took something from the nightstand. He sat up and started gently rubbing Kurt's nipples with his thumbs. Kurt cried out and pulled his bound wrists. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blaine held up something for Kurt to see, but Kurt couldn't tell what it was. It was small. An earring?
Kurt felt a sharp, tight pinch. First one, then another.
Then he screamed.
The tiny nipple clamps bit into his skin with just the right amount of pressure to send him crashing. Coupled with Blaine's mouth sucking his cock, while his fingers pushed into him perfectly, Kurt was defeated. His body shook as he yelled.
"Ask! Ask! Ask! Ask! I'll ask permission!"
Blaine removed the nipple clamps and the cock ring. Kurt's body convulsed as a violent orgasm tore through him. Kurt screamed and cried as his body writhed and jumped, unable to handle the intense release soaring through it. Blaine climbed off the bed and sat down in a chair in the corner of his room. He watched Kurt's body shiver with tiny after-shocks of pleasure and waited.
Kurt brought his arms down in front of him and held his cuffed hands to his chest as he rolled first to one side, then the other. He stretched out his arms, his fingers desperately seeking Blaine's body. Blaine continued to stare at him, making no move to release or comfort him. He just waited.
Like before, Kurt felt the frightening, desperate feeling of having no connection. Of being alone, and lost. He curled into himself and sobbed. Blaine ached to go to him, but something made him wait until Kurt screamed for him.
"Blaine!"
Blaine was beside him in less than a second. He removed the handcuffs and laid down, pulling Kurt as close as possible. Kurt heaved and broke down into loud sobs. Blaine shushed him and kissed him, holding him tight. Kurt mumbled desperately against his chest.
"I'll…permission…ask…permission…I'll…ask…"
Blaine held him tight. "That's my good boy. My wonderful, gorgeous, good boy. I love you so much. I love you, I love you, I love you…"
Sunday morning arrived chilly and bright, sun flooding the entire house, creating a golden glow in every room. Kurt lay trapped in Blaine's warm, heavy embrace, watching the sun dance across the ceiling. He shifted a little, and felt Blaine's arms tighten around him while his legs intertwined and locked with his. Kurt relaxed and snuggled in. All his worries and fears from the day before were gone, replaced with memories of the night before.
A slight buzz still hummed deep inside him. He'd never experienced something so physically intense, and literally mind-blowing. Not to mention the sexual intensity. His body still felt tired from the strain of being on edge for so long, but his mind felt incredibly peaceful and clear.
"Good morning, gorgeous."
"Good morning."
Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes before whispering, "You will ask for permission."
Kurt quickly nodded. "I'll ask for permission."
Blaine's smile was a bright as the sun filling the room.
They took a long shower together, washing away the sweat, cum and tears of last night. Blaine gently kissed the bruised skin around Kurt's wrists and held him close.
"I love you so much, Kurt. I'll always take care of you, okay?"
Kurt nodded.
They made their way downstairs for breakfast. Telio was already at the table chatting with Anastasia. The sunlight lightened everyone's mood. They laughed and talked over breakfast, lingering long after they were all done. Kurt promised to visit again, and hinted at Blaine coming home with him in a few weeks. When Telio frowned, Kurt assured him he was welcome too.
No one heard the front door open.
Mario and Luther stood quietly surveying the scene before them. Mario's gaze zeroed in on the boy whose hand was intertwined with his son's, resting on the table.
"Well, this is a lovely sight to come home to. Good morning."
Everyone froze. Kurt tightened his hold on Blaine's hand as he stared in shock at the man standing in the doorway.
It was Blaine in 20 years.
The resemblance was remarkable. And unsettling.
Anastasia looked panic-stricken for a moment before pulling herself together. She stood up and went to welcome her husband.
"Darling…I wasn't expecting you home until later tonight or tomorrow morning." She kissed him on the cheek.
"I got bored beating Morton in every round of golf we played. I'm sure he lets me win. If I'd have known we were going to have guests this weekend, I would have returned Friday evening."
Blaine stood up, tugging Kurt to do the same. Kurt rose quickly and followed Blaine.
"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Kurt Hummel. Kurt, this is my dad, Mario Anderson."
Mario smiled and held out his hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Kurt. Welcome."
"Thank you."
"If I'd known you were coming," he shot a look at Anastasia, "I'd have made myself available."
Blaine glanced at his mother and back to his father. "It was kind of a spur of the moment thing, Dad."
Mario nodded knowingly. Did they really think he was stupid? No matter. He gets to meet the boyfriend, and he has an excuse to punish the hell out of his wife.
"I see. Well, Kurt please sit back down. Tell me about yourself."
Kurt managed to keep his voice steady as he answered the usual parent questions. Age, grade, how did you come to Dalton, what do your parents do…
"Hummel…hmm? Seems like I've heard and seen that name before."
"Oh, my dad is running for US Congress."
"Really? Well, that's wonderful. Perhaps I'll make a donation."
Kurt nodded. Could his dad accept a donation from a crime boss? Wouldn't that be blood money, or something?
As they continued to chat, Mario noticed the bracelet on Kurt's wrist. He looked at Blaine. Blaine stared back at him, unflinching.
Well.
Telio finally suggested they get ready to get on the road. Mario smiled a brilliant smile that matched Blaine's in every way. Kurt was unnerved by the similarity.
"Kurt, please don't be a stranger. You're welcome here anytime."
"Thank you."
After hugs and kisses, the boys climbed into the Mercedes and drove off. Mario and Anastasia stood in the doorway and waved. Once the car was out of sight, they went inside. Anastasia waited in nervous anticipation as Mario circled her. He stopped behind her and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her back until she was pressed against him. She could feel his hardness. He gently gathered her hair and swept it to her shoulder so he could press his lips to her neck. He spoke between soft kisses pressed to her skin.
"Blaine's boyfriend seems lovely."
"Yes, he is lovely. Very smart and kind."
"Anderson men have great taste." Mario spun her around and held her tightly to him.
"Sneaking around behind my back, my love."
Anastasia held her breath. She wasn't about to argue.
"Remember what happened the last time you sneaked around behind my back?"
Mario wrapped her hair around his hand and yanked her head back. She whimpered quietly as Mario slowly kissed down her neck before releasing her.
"Go wait for me. On your knees."
Mario headed to Luther's room. He sat down and watched Luther unpack his suitcase. Luther smiled when he heard Mario's heavy sigh.
"I assume you've changed your mind?"
"You saw the way Blaine was looking at him. He loves him. I haven't seen him look that fucking happy in years. I won't take away someone who makes him that happy."
"He's tracking him."
Mario smiled. "Yeah. And he thinks he's not like me."
Luther sat down at his desk. "So, I assume that leaves Skylar."
Mario frowned. He hated to do it, but Dirk Mason had to be appeased. He was destroying one son's happiness to save the others. At least it was the son who deserved to pay for his actions.
"Yes. Have some of the Springfield boys pick him up. It can't be someone either would recognize. As a matter of fact, tell them to make sure Cooper isn't around when it happens. He can never know I was behind this."
"Are you sure Dirk will feel this is an expensive enough sacrifice?"
"I'm gonna tell him Skylar was the shooter, not Cooper. That should make it work."
"I'll have it done this week."
Mario stood up and headed towards the door. He stopped and turned back around.
"Oh, find out the contribution limit per person for political donations in Ohio. Whatever it is, send a couple of checks to Kurt's father's campaign. One from me, Anastasia, Grandfather Julio and you."
They were halfway home when Telio first noticed the gray Buick following them. Blaine noticed it too. He glanced over at Kurt who was asleep, and then at Telio through his rearview mirror.
"What do you think?
"Not sure." Telio leaned into the front of the car to open the glove box and take out a gun. He cocked it and placed it under his jacket.
The car continued to follow them through several turns through Westerville and towards the suburbs. When they were three miles from school, they saw the driver reach out his window and place a flashing siren light on top of the car. Telio slid his hand under the jacket as Blaine pulled over and took out his wallet. He glanced at Kurt and prayed he remained asleep.
Telio and Blaine watched the man get out of his car. He was wearing a long beige wool coat. He paused to take credentials out of his pocket.
Blaine breathed out. "He's a fed."
"Maybe. First wrong move and I'm gonna smoke his ass."
Blaine glanced at Kurt. Fuck.
The man walked over to the car. He held up his badge and fed card. Blaine cracked his window.
"Yes?"
"Blaine Anderson?"
Telio gripped the gun under his jacket.
"Yes?"
"I'm Federal Agent Fred Barkley. I'd like to speak to you a moment."
"Now?"
"Well, I could follow you back to school."
Blaine thought fast. He could refuse to talk. He wouldn't be 18 until next month, so technically this guy needed his parent's permission. What was a federal agent doing stopping him in the first place? Usually the feds tried to execute search warrants at Anderson Construction. They were always squashed within 15 minutes. He decided to fulfill his curiosity.
"Okay. Move."
Agent Barkley stepped back. Blaine glanced at Kurt who was still sleeping. "Stay with Kurt."
"Blaine…"
"I'll stay right here by the car, just roll down your window. He moves wrong you can shoot him, but remember, he's a fed. We'll have to smuggle you out of the country."
Blaine glanced at Kurt once more before opening his door and stepping out.
"Alright, make it fast. What do you want?"
"The nephew of a powerful drug dealer was killed a few weeks ago. Word on the street is that he was gunned down by an Anderson."
"Anderson is a fairly common name."
Agent Barkley gave a humorless laughed. "Really?"
"I don't know anything about a murder."
"I didn't think you did. When was the last time you spoke to your brother?"
Cooper.
Shit.
"Its been a few months. I'm busy with school, and he's busy with his own life."
Agent Barkley gave him a hard look. "Let's get real, Blaine. I know all about your family, and I don't find your father's ability to elude arrest impressive. I find it disgusting. I've decided it's time to put an end to it, starting with arresting your brother for murder. Look, you're young and I'm guessing you're pretty innocent in all this, but I've also heard other things. Things that make me worry about your future. Let me help you. You help me, I'll help you."
"I can't help you because I don't know what you're talking about. Last I heard my brother was out in California trying to become an actor."
Agent Barkley stepped back and stared at Blaine. Blaine stared back with wide, innocent eyes. Agent Barkley slowly nodded.
"Okay, Blaine. If that's how you want it. Just remember. I warned you."
Blaine turned around and climbed back in the car. Kurt was awake, looking at him nervously.
"Is everything okay?"
Blaine nodded.
Agent Barkley held out his card. "If you change your mind, just give me a call."
Blaine took the card and moved to roll up his window, but Agent Barkley suddenly put his hand out as he caught sight of Kurt. His eyes narrowed in thought.
He'd seen this kid before, but where?
"You mind?" Blaine motioned at his hand. Agent Barkley removed his hand, but continued to stare at Kurt who stared back until the tinted window was all the way up.
Agent Barkley headed back to his car and watched Blaine pull off.
Who was that kid?
He looked familiar in a way that felt related to the case, but how?
I'm exhausted.
Going to sleep with the kitty.
Would love to wake to reviews...I think.