I think she's got that true blood

Every time you're around I can smell it in you

She's got that true blood

I come around and raise the hell out of you

True Blood by Justin Timberlake

Chapter 16

"Ow! Shit!"

Blaine landed with a thump on the mat for the third time that evening. He lay there breathing hard, glaring up at Telio who grinned at him.

"You want some more?"

"Fuck you."

"Not gay. Sorry."

Telio grabbed their water bottles and collapsed next to Blaine. After taking a long drink, and a moment to catch his breath, Blaine spoke.

"So, this is how you repay me for helping you get laid? By beating my ass?"

"What makes you think I got laid? And I will always beat your ass. Always."

"You're telling me you didn't have sex with Alicia?"

"I'm telling you nothing."

"Oh, come on! I went through a lot of trouble to get her into your room. I had to bribe your nosy ass roommate, convince her to come, then go get her…surely I deserve some details."

"I appreciate your efforts, but I ain't telling you shit."

"You're such a gentleman. Fine. Then at least tell me if you made it official. Is she finally your girlfriend?"

Telio hesitated before answering. He didn't want anyone to know Alicia was his girlfriend, but this was Blaine.

"Yeah it's official, but keep your mouth shut. I don't want your parents to know, or anyone else for that matter. I think it's safer that way."

Blaine nodded. "I get it, but I have to tell Kurt. Is that okay?"

Telio sighed. "I guess."

They lay in silence as Blaine debated his next question. He decided he should at least offer.

"Look, I know you've disapproved in the past, but…do you want a tracking bracelet for…"

Telio vigorously shook his head. "No. Absolutely not."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Luther appeared in the doorway. "You father's free now, Blaine, if you still wanted to talk to him."

"Okay. Thanks."

The boys headed upstairs to the library. They were home for the monthly family dinner. For the first time in his life Blaine was looking forward to the meeting. He wanted to get a full account of what the crews were up to, the status of their cash flow, and he wanted to talk to his father about taking over New York.

Blaine had made up his mind.

If Kurt wanted New York, Blaine was going to give it to him.

And expand his family's empire in the process.

Blaine had struggled with what to do about Kurt for the weekend. He'd thought seriously about bringing Kurt home with him, but he wasn't quite ready to introduce Kurt to the rest of his family, or expose him to details about the family's business. He decided that Kurt should stay at Dalton for the weekend.

Kurt decided he was going home.

He mentioned it casually as they prepared for bed Tuesday evening.

"Since you're going home this weekend, I'd like to go home too."

Blaine remained silent and rubbed moisturizing cream a little harder into his cheeks.

"Did you hear me? I'd like to go home this weekend."

Blaine placed the cap back on the cream jar and inspected his face in the mirror. He finally turned and looked at Kurt. Kurt stared back defiantly. Blaine sighed and walked out of the bathroom. Kurt stared after him. Here we go again.

When Kurt walked out of the bathroom, Blaine was sitting in bed, staring at the ceiling. Kurt climbed into bed and on to Blaine's lap, straddling him. Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's neck.

"Did you have something you wanted to ask me?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "May I go home this weekend?"

"Sure, Kurt. I'm happy to let the man I love more than anyone or anything in the world travel home all by himself while my family is facing threats from enemies seen and unseen."

Kurt couldn't help but laugh a little. "Enemies seen and unseen? You sound like a movie."

Blaine placed a soft kiss to Kurt's lips and gently caressed his face. "If only my life was a movie. I would completely change the script."

"What would you change it to?"

"You and I would move to New York, live in a gorgeous penthouse apartment in Manhattan, and eat cheesecake and drink wine all day."

Kurt sighed happily and draped his arms over Blaine's shoulders.

"That actually sounds wonderful."

Blaine pulled him closer until their foreheads were touching.

"One day, gorgeous. One day I'll give that to you. I'll give you everything. I promise."

"I don't need everything. Just you…and permission to go home this weekend."

Blaine pulled back and slid his hands down to Kurt's chest. He began gently rubbing his nipples with his thumbs. Kurt inhaled and groaned softly as his pulse quickened. "Stop distracting me. I want an answer."

"If anyone's distracting anyone, it's you distracting me. You're so incredibly gorgeous. Your skin…your skin feels and tastes so good." Blaine leaned in, but Kurt pushed him back.

"Uh uh. Not until you grant my request."

Blaine arched an eyebrow. "You actually think I'm going to say yes?"

Kurt sighed heavily. "Blaine, we've talked about this. I have to go home."

"Not by yourself."

"Then come with me."

"You know I can't do that. The monthly family meeting is this weekend. I have to go home."

"And you said we should always try to go home the same weekend. That's what I'm doing. Plus, I feel like I kind of owe my dad. He was really disappointed that I literally came home for the dinner and left that same night. I wanna make it up to him."

Blaine closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the headboard.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Why can't he understand how much I love him? How much I need him? I have to keep him safe. I'd die if anything happened to him.

Blaine was surprised when Kurt suddenly leaned forward and latched his mouth onto Blaine's neck. As he sucked, he slid his hand down to palm Blaine's cock through his boxers. Blaine moaned and shifted, eager for Kurt to pull his cock free. He loved Kurt's handjobs. Kurt could turn him into a melted puddle of pure, desperate need with just the right flick of his wrist.

But instead of taking Blaine's cock out, Kurt stopped and sat back.

"You haven't given me an answer."

Blaine groaned. "Kurt…"

Kurt smiled sexily and shifted to his knees. He pulled Blaine's boxers down and off before lying on his stomach between Blaine's legs. Blaine looked down at him with hazy, lust filled eyes that filled with surprise when Kurt gently pushed against his thighs. A moment passed between them while they stared at each other before Blaine spread his legs and bent his knees.

Kurt took a deep breath, leaned forward, and hesitantly licked. Blaine's deep moan gave Kurt a thrill of confidence. He pressed his tongue fully into the tight hole, exploring and tasting. He settled his hands on Blaine's hips and pressed in further. Blaine moaned, and spread his legs further apart. Now Kurt felt emboldened. He reached over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. Blaine's eyes flew open as he felt the squirt of lube in his ass. He sat up a little.

"Kurt…"

He was cut off by the deep, dark blue of Kurt's eyes. Eyes filled with a determined lust. He laid back, relaxed, and focused his eyes on Kurt's. Neither looked away as Kurt slowly slid his finger inside Blaine. They closed their eyes at the same time as Blaine groaned from the press and stretch, while Kurt marveled at how tight Blaine felt. Surely he couldn't get another finger in, much less his dick, but if it felt this tight around his finger…

After a few minutes he whispered. "Can I…can you take…?"

Blaine's voice was broken and needy. "Yeah…yeah….just do it…"

Kurt moved slowly, amazed as he watched his finger disappear alongside the other. Blaine's eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy and squirming around.

Kurt licked his lips.

He suddenly wanted.

Needed.

So very badly.

He pulled his fingers out and shifted to take off his boxers. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some in his hand. He looked up at Blaine who had been watching his every stared back at him, his eyes dark and intense, almost daring him. Kurt wrapped his hand around Blaine's cock and started sliding it up and down. Within seconds Blaine's eyes were closed and he was drowning. Kurt waited for him to almost fall apart completely before taking his hand away. He quickly squirted more lube in his hand, slicked up his own cock, and shifted forward. Blaine's eyes flew open as Kurt was suddenly over him, his cock pressing into Blaine's hole. Blaine's gasp was stuttered as his body initially fought the pressure, but then slowly relaxed.

The deeper Kurt sunk into Blaine's ass, the more overwhelming the tight, hot hold around his cock. His hips took on a powerful life of their own as his body hummed and craved the feeling of Blaine's ass.

Beneath him, Blaine was moaning and gasping as Kurt pounded into him quicker and harder. He felt trapped by both Kurt's demanding need, and the need of his own body as it welcomed every thrust of Kurt's hips.

They stayed locked together for several minutes before Kurt's body clenched and then spilled, as he cried Blaine's name over and over again. Blaine arched his hips up one last time and held the position, welcoming Kurt's release.

Kurt pulled out and collapsed on top of Blaine, breathing heavily as his body recovered from the intensity. Blaine wrapped his arms around him and held him tight as they drifted off to sleep.

x-x-x

Early the next morning after a long hot shower, and a change of bed sheets, Kurt snuggled into Blaine with a happy sigh. Blaine ran his fingers lightly along Kurt's arm.

"I've decided to let you go home this weekend, but I have two conditions, and they are non-negotiable."

"I'm not sure I like the sound of that."

"Regardless, if you want to go, you have to agree."

"I'm actively listening."

"First, you have to take a gun.

"Blaine, that really isn't necessary."

"You don't know that. Better safe than sorry."

"What if my dad finds it?"

"Just keep it in your bag. It's not like he goes through your bag, right?"

"No, but it feels….sneaky."

"It's not sneaky, it's smart. We are not arguing about this, Kurt. Do it or stay here."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Fine. What else?"

"I'm going to arrange for a car to follow you to Lima. I don't want you on the highway alone."

Kurt sat up and looked at Blaine in disbelief.

"You can't be serious?"

"I'm completely serious. That's the deal. You take your gun, and you allow two of my father's men to trail you there and back. It's for your safety. I won't have you wandering around unprotected."

Kurt wanted to protest and refuse, but Blaine's expression told him it would be a waste of time.

He sighed in resignation. "Okay, fine. Guns and security guards. I'll pretend I'm the Queen of England."

Kurt was about to settle back down next to Blaine, when Blaine suddenly rolled them over. He straddled Kurt's body and grabbed the handcuffs off the nightstand. Kurt automatically raised his hands above his head and closed his eyes as Blaine locked the cuffs on to his wrists. He'd expected something like this after last night's reverse sexual positions.

Blaine's need to reassert his dominance.

Blaine kissed, licked, and sucked his way down Kurt's body, his hands moving rough and possessive, purposely bruising Kurt's pale skin. He attacked his mouth, kissing deep and hard until Kurt was struggling to catch his breath. He stopped and hovered over Kurt, staring into his eyes. Kurt stared back into the dark, intense hazel and waited.

"One day I will rule over many men." Blaine stated this with matter-of-fact confidence. Kurt nodded in agreement.

"But there is only one man whose obedience I truly care about."

Kurt smiled sexy and playful. "Oh, I'm sure Telio will follow your every command."

Blaine narrowed his eyes and pressed his hips down rubbing their cocks together. He was pleased with the deep groan he received in return. He kissed Kurt breathless again, growling between kisses.

"You will do what I say, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. You belong to me, and I protect what's mine. Your obedience is your protection. Never forget that. Now roll over."

Kurt barely had time to roll over and get on his knees before Blaine was pushing two lubed fingers into his ass before fucking into him, cock hard and full of mission.

"Tell me who you belong to, Kurt."

"You…belong…t-to you."

"And who's the boss, Kurt? Tell me whose boss?"

"You…you are…"

"That's right. I'm the boss of everything…especially you."

Mario smiled at the sight of Blaine and Telio looking flushed and sweaty from their practice.

"Is my son any good, Telio?"

"He's okay. Not better than me, but okay."

Mario laughed. "Keep beating his ass until he's as good as you."

Telio shook his head. "Never happen."

Blaine looked defiant. "I've almost beaten you before."

"Almost doesn't count."

Mario smiled and motioned for them to sit down. "What did you want to talk about?"

Blaine launched into his idea about taking over New York. Mario listened attentively, his expression blank, giving nothing away, but he was pleased with the excitement in Blaine's voice and the fact that he was thinking about the future. Another sign that he was finally embracing his future role.

Once Blaine finished, Mario turned to Telio. "What do you think?"

"Honestly? I'm not sure it's a good idea. New York is totally different from the Midwest and the South. It's rougher. More competition. Plus, Chartussi's main line is drugs and we don't do drugs. Extortion is big up that way, but extortion is a nasty business. I don't like the idea of beating people up to take their honest, hard earned money."

Blaine interjected excitedly. "But we could do some new things on the import/export side. New York is a greedy city with a lot of needs and wants. Between our routes and the established ports that already serve New York, we could do really well, and we could always distance ourselves from the drug business by giving it to another family to run on our behalf, paying us a hefty percentage. "

Mario and Luther shared a brief look of surprise. Blaine had obviously been giving this some serious thought. Mario decided to press him.

"What will you say to the current New York families who feel they should have first shot at running their own city? There are several families in New York who have been waiting for a chance to get a piece of Chartussi's empire."

"To the victor go the spoils. If we completely destroy the Chartussis and make an example of those who attempt to challenge us, we should be fine."

Mario leaned forward, intrigued by his son's words.

"Make an example of those who challenge us? And how exactly would you do that?"

Blaine's voice was cool, while his eyes were warm with a hint of bloodlust. "We deal immediately and brutally with the first few to challenge our authority. We show no mercy. If we are vicious in our response, and make it clear that no one is sacred, I'm sure everyone will quickly fall in line."

"That could create new enemies," said Mario."

Blaine shrugged. "Enemies can become friends when the money is right. Chartussi's a bit of a tightwad, right? We've never operated that way. We're generous to those loyal to us. I think that reputation, coupled with a few specific murders, will go a long way."

Mario couldn't stop the wide grin that spread across his face. His son already sounded like a powerful crime boss. Ready to destroy and take no prisoners. Mario's heart swelled with pride.

"I promise to consider your idea, but New York is…well, it's New York. Besides, Chartussi hasn't made a move. We need justification to attack his territory."

Blaine was about to answer, but Telio interjected.

"He killed Lisa! That's our justification! He started it! We're just finishing it. Completely."

Mario shook his head. "The other families will not consider the murder of a girlfriend a good enough reason to go to war. Lisa was not a wife or a child. She was a girlfriend. Yes, it was wrong of Chartussi to kill a defenseless woman, especially one who had no connection to business, but that's not enough for the other families to back our starting a war."

Telio was pissed. Lisa didn't count because they killed her before Luther could put a ring on her finger? He looked over at Luther who was sitting silently in the corner. He was staring at Mario with the strangest expression, but Telio wasn't sure what it meant.

Blaine continued. "Okay. Fine. If Lisa's murder isn't justification enough, what about the fact that Chartussi marched into our territory and threatened us? He told us he was coming after us, so why not strike first?"

Mario shook his head. "These things must be handled a certain way. I promise you we will strike when the time is right."

Both Telio and Blaine started to protest, but Mario put his hand up to stop them.

"Boys, trust me. I share your eagerness, but we must be patient. It's important to do things at the right time."

Mario stood up and walked around to the front of his desk, signaling the end of the discussion. Blaine and Telio stood up. Mario placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"I'm not ruling out the possibility of New York. I'm just saying let's wait and see. Now go shower and change for dinner."

After the boys left, Mario sat down in his chair to think. Luther stood up and walked over to the fireplace. He stared at the Anderson family portrait that hung on the wall. It was several years old. In it, Blaine was 10 and Cooper was 16.

"They're right you know. We are wasting time."

Mario said nothing. Luther continued.

"You can't wait for Cooper to come to his senses, Mario. It's not going to happen, especially now. We need to attack."

Mario shook his head. "Cooper's alone. He hates being alone. With Skylar and Jeremy dead…he'll come home. We just need to give him a little time."

"Mario, we don't have time! The longer we wait, the weaker we look! There are already rumblings among the other families about why we haven't struck. I'm sure you're going to get an earful tonight. Letting Chartussi march into Ohio, make demands, kill an innocent girl…we can't wait, Mario. We must act now! Stop letting fatherhood cloud your judgment!"

"Stop letting your hunger for revenge cloud yours."

"Yes, I want revenge, but that is a separate matter. I'm more concerned about Chartussi. Who knows how long he's been planning."

"We will strike once Cooper is back safe with us."

"Cooper is a lost cause, Mario! Why can't you see that?"

Because he's my son.

"He just needs time. He'll be back soon. We just need to give him a little time."

Despite the aching throb of his body, and the pounding in his brain, Cooper forced himself to focus on the green eyes of Sam Hirschfield. He couldn't fuck this up. He needed Sam's help. Especially now.

Sam was shooting daggers at Cooper with his eyes. "You have some fucking nerve asking to meet with me after murdering my uncle."

Cooper shook his head. "I swear to you I didn't kill your uncle, but I think I know who did and why."

Sam's eyebrows rose. "I'm listening."

"The night your uncle was killed I met with him to invite him to join my business. Sky…I've been doing well selling coke locally and into New York. I'm ready to expand, but I need another partner. Someone with cash and space. I knew your Uncle was interested in expanding into drugs. He asked my father for permission several months ago, but the asshole said no. I offered your uncle the opportunity to join me."

"And he said yes?"

"No. He said no. My father had told him no, and he didn't wanna go against him. Stupid loyalty bullshit."

Cooper stopped talking for a moment to breathe through the fierce pain wracking his body. He'd been sober and off coke for a week. The withdrawal was a bitch, but his hunger for revenge was stronger than his hunger for coke, or so he hoped.

"I think my father killed your uncle."

Sam's eyes widened with shock. "Mario? You think Mario killed him? But why? They've been business partners and friends for years."

"My father doesn't have friends. Someone must have seen me at his house. My father probably thought he was joining me, so he killed him. It was a message to the other families who've asked for permission to expand into drugs…and to me."

Sam sat back and stared sorrowfully into space. He'd loved his uncle more than anyone. The man had practically raised him. He'd taught Sam all about business, knives, and the many gruesome ways there were to kill a man slowly and painfully. Sam had planned to test his skills on Cooper.

"So, what do you want? Why are you telling me this? Why are you ratting out your own father?"

"I'm here to offer you the same deal I offered your uncle. Become my partner. Join me and I'll make you rich, and I'll help you get revenge for your uncle."

"Why would you do that? You're an Anderson. Mario's your father."

Cooper laughed nastily. "You must not be familiar with Anderson family history. We expect total loyalty from those who work for us, and those we bring in, but amongst ourselves…Andersons have a bad habit of selling each other out." And killing each other.

Sam looked thoughtful. "Your father is very powerful, Cooper. I don't wanna piss him off and end up getting fucked."

"So you're gonna just let him get away with killing your uncle? I think Mr. Carlos deserves better."

Sam's eyes flashed with anger. "Of course I'm not gonna let him get away with it. I thought you did it. My plan was to kill you. Slowly."

Cooper didn't flinch. "Yeah, well now you should plan to join me. I'm worth more to you alive than dead."

Sam sat back looking thoughtful. Cooper waited. Finally Sam spoke.

"I like your offer, but how do I know you're legit? For all I know you're working for your father."

Cooper shook his head. "My father and I have no relationship. He doesn't give a shit about me. He only cares about Blaine."

Sam slowly nodded. "I'd heard that. Is it true that your little brother is being groomed to be boss one day?"

The anger and hatred fueling all of Cooper's actions boiled.

"Yeah. That's why I've struck out on my own."

They sat in silence while Sam thought about Cooper's offer, and Cooper tried not think about how badly he wanted a line of coke. Sam stood up and walked around the desk and over to a large window overlooking the factory floor. He stared out the window for a few minutes before turning around.

"Okay. I'm in."

Cooper stood up and held out his hand. Sam shook it firmly.

"You'd better be fucking legit, Cooper. I don't want the wrath of Mario Anderson raining down on me."

Cooper's voice and eyes were steel cold.

"Don't worry. I don't see my father being a problem for much longer."

Kurt was glad he'd pressed Blaine to let him come home. On his drive to Lima he'd been worried that the entire weekend would be a repeat of the last time he was home with him walking on egg shells, and his father frowning disapprovingly, but things were good. Friday evening Kurt, Burt, Carol and Finn enjoyed dinner at home. Rachel and Mercedes came over around 8:00 pm and stayed until midnight, filling Kurt in on all the Glee breakups and makeups, teasing him about the Warbler's loss at regionals, and interrogating him about Blaine whom they'd met briefly at the competition.

"I can't believe you haven't brought him home yet, Kurt. We promise to behave," said Mercedes.

"Yeah," said Rachel. "Bring him home one weekend and you guys can double-date with me and Finn."

Kurt just smiled. "I will. Soon."

The truth was that Kurt was scared to bring Blaine home. First, there was his father's obvious dislike, and the fact that there was no way they would be allowed to sleep together. Kurt was sure Blaine would have a fit about that. But more importantly he was concerned about exposing his friends to his mafia boyfriend. He figured the less interaction, the better. That way if they were ever questioned they could honestly claim ignorance.

Saturday morning Kurt went into the shop with his dad. They were back to their easy, relaxed comfort with one another, and Kurt was grateful. He'd missed his father.

They were surprisingly busy for a Saturday morning. Several oil changes, tire repairs, and part replacements. They worked steadily, joking and chatting with one another. Kurt was careful not to mention Blaine, and Burt didn't ask. At Noon Burt brought in the sidewalk sign, closed all the bay doors but one, and looked around the garage.

"Wow. I don't want all this waiting for the guys on Monday, especially since I have a full week of campaign stuff. How about I pick us up some pizza, and we knock a couple of these out?"

Kurt nodded. "Yeah, let's do it."

After Burt left, Kurt decided to make sure all the jobs were properly entered in the computer. As he stood behind the counter, the door opened and a young man walked in. He was a little taller than Kurt with black hair and dark green eyes. He was dressed in black skinny jeans, a black button down shirt, and a black suit jacket. His smile was wide and friendly.

"Hello. Are you still open?"

Kurt was momentarily struck by the man's handsomeness. His black hair was short and styled similar to Kurt's. His green eyes were extremely clear and bright, and his skin was tan, smooth, and flawless.

"Um…well...sure. How can I help you?"

The man smiled brighter and Kurt's heart jumped a little.

"I just need an oil change."

"Oh, well I can definitely handle that for you."

The man's tone turned flirtatious.

"Incredibly good-looking, and mechanical know how. Impressive. What else can you do?"

Kurt's face flushed warm and pink. "Uh…um…where's your car?"

"Right out front."

"Okay. Fill this out and then you can pull into bay number two."

Kurt busied himself with the computer while the man quickly completed the paperwork. Kurt glanced at his name.

"Pascale?"

"Yes, and thank you for pronouncing it correctly. You'd be amazed at the number of people who say pass-cal-ly instead of pass-cal."

"It's an interesting name. Very unique."

"Thank you…" Pascale glanced at Kurt's overalls, "Kurt."

"Why don't you go ahead and pull your…Lexus into the garage."

Kurt shamelessly ran his eyes up and down Pascale's body when he turned to go outside. Kurt took a deep breath and chastised himself.

What is wrong with you? You have a boyfriend! Stop drooling over some random guy.

Pascale pulled his car in and Kurt got to work. While he was waiting, Burt came back with the pizza. He nodded at Pascale and glanced quizzically at Kurt who was busy working on the car. Burt looked back at Pascale for a moment before heading to his office.

It didn't take Kurt long to finish the oil change. As he walked into the waiting room, he ran his eyes up and down Pascale's body again. He had taken off his jacket. Kurt ran his eyes over his tight, firm, ass. He also noticed that his entire outfit appeared to be tailored made.

Stop it! You have a boyfriend!

He quickly stepped behind the counter. "You're all set."

Pascale turned around and smiled. "So, Kurt. Forgive my forwardness, but would you consider having dinner with me sometime?"

Kurt looked up, eyes wide. "What?"

"I'd love to take you to dinner sometime. Maybe tonight?"

"Oh," Kurt blushed. "Um, thank you. Thank you so much…that's very flattering, and awfully nice of you, but I can't."

Pascale nodded with a serious expression. "You're absolutely right. Dinner is too much of a commitment. How about coffee?" He grinned teasingly.

Kurt smiled apologetically. "I can't. Thank you, but I can't. I have a boyfriend."

"No surprise there. If I were your boyfriend, I would definitely not want you going out with other men. Of course, if you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't let you work here."

Kurt felt the need to defend Blaine. "This is my dad's shop, so I kind of grew up working here. I don't mind. I enjoy it. My boyfriend understands."

Pascale nodded. "I see. Okay then, what do I owe you?"

"$28.54, and I need you to sign this."

Pascale signed the paperwork with a fast scrawl and pulled out his wallet. He laid a $100.00 bill on the counter.

"It was a pleasure meeting you…Kurt Hummel." He turned and headed for the door.

"Wait! I need to give you change and a copy of your…"

Pascale shook his head. "No need, and you keep the change."

"Oh, no. No, I can't…"

Pascale winked and smiled. "Have a great day, Kurt."

He turned and walked out.

Kurt stood there dumbfounded. He looked down at the paperwork and realized Pascale hadn't filled out anything except his name and car model. Everything else was blank or filled with illegible scrawl. Kurt stood there thinking hard, his mind starting to churn with suspicion.

"Kurt, pizza's getting cold."

"Kurt?"

Kurt looked up. "Huh?"

"I said the pizza's getting cold."

"Oh, okay. Be right there."

Kurt ripped up the paperwork and threw it in the trash. He slipped the $100.00 bill into his pocket. He went to the small closet where he kept his bag while working. He stood there for a moment, contemplating before opening the door.

He checked the bag for his gun, and then went to join his father.

For the first time ever at a monthly family dinner, Blaine engaged the heads of the families in conversation. As they milled about enjoying cocktails before dinner, he respectfully introduced himself to each one, addressing them all as Mister versus their well-known nicknames. Naturally they all knew exactly who he was, but the respectful gesture earned him major points. They were also impressed with his specific, yet not too pushy inquiries into their business, and as Blaine turned on the charm, they willingly shared details with him.

Mario watched him work the room with great pride. The progress that had been made in a single evening was astounding, and a great relief. Blaine was truly stepping into his role as future boss. Embracing his true blood.

A few minutes before it was time for everyone to be seated, one of the staff members hurriedly approached Anastasia. Anastasia followed the young woman out to the living room, and suddenly a happy squeal rang out. Blaine and Telio followed Mario and Luther to the living room.

Anastasia was wrapped around Cooper in a crushing hug.

"Oh, Cooper! I'm so happy to see you!"

Blaine and Telio looked at each other, both concerned and suspicious. Telio looked over at Luther who was staring at Cooper with pure venom. Mario looked pleased, but guarded. The only one who looked completed happy to see Cooper was Anastasia.

"Where have you been? We've been so worried about you? Are you okay? What have you been eating? You're way too thin."

Cooper gave his mother a small smile that quickly disappeared as Mario stepped forward.

"I'm glad to see you, Cooper. I'm glad you're home."

"Really?" Cooper asked sarcastically.

Mario placed his hands on both of Cooper's shoulders. "Of course. You are my son. You will always be my son, and this will always be your home. Always."

Anastasia nodded. "How could you ever think we wouldn't be happy to see you? Now go upstairs, get cleaned up. It's almost time for dinner."

Blaine, Telio, and Luther all looked at each other thinking the same thing: no way could Cooper be allowed at dinner. He couldn't be trusted. They waited to see how Mario would handle it.

"Son, you look tired. Go upstairs and rest. We'll have dinner brought up to you."

Cooper shook his head. "No, that's okay. I'll join everyone else."

Anastasia shook her head. "No, you're father's right. You look exhausted."

"I'm fine mom."

"No. You need food and then rest. Now go."

"I'll just wash up and change my shirt. I'm perfectly capable of eating with everyone else."

Cooper headed towards the stairs. Mario waited until he was out of sight to motion to one of the guards lounging in the corner.

"Don't let him out of his room. No matter what, he is not to come downstairs until dinner is over."

The man nodded and headed up to Cooper's room.

As Luther had predicted, dinner was a raucous affair. Discussions of business quickly dissolved into questions about Frank Chartussi's visit to Ohio. Rumors were flying. Everything from the Andersons were finally entering the drug game, to speculation that the Andersons were planning to sell their business interests to the Chartussis. That rumor especially incensed Mario. The idea that he would ever sell off his family's business was insulting.

Mario spent most of the dinner calming everyone down and promising them that Chartussi would be dealt with soon. No one wanted a war. Mob wars were disruptive, bad for business, and drew attention. The heads of the other families made it clear that they wanted Chartussi taken care of quickly and quietly. The sooner the better.

Blaine listed to the discussions with disgust. Why were they all such cowards? Blaine was itching to declare war on Chartussi. He wanted to destroy him completely and take over New York. Once things were settled he would hand the day-to-day operations over to Telio and focus on giving Kurt any and everything he wanted. He would hand New York to Kurt on a silver platter.

Once the meal was over and the drinking began, Blaine headed upstairs. He wanted to check in on Kurt. As he walked past Cooper's room the door opened and Cooper grabbed him. He covered his mouth and held him from behind in a choke hold. He kicked the back of Blaine's knees, forcing him to fall to the floor.

"Hi little brother. Glad to see some things never change."

Blaine struggled to release himself. Cooper let him go with a laugh.

"You're weaker now than you were when we were little. I guess having someone fight all your battles will do that to you."

Blaine stood up, his eyes blazing in anger. "What the fuck do you want?"

Cooper threw himself on his bed and looked at the ceiling. "I wanna talk to you."

"About what?"

Cooper sat up and looked straight into his eyes.

"Skylar is dead."

"What?"

"Skylar's dead. He was murdered."

For a brief moment Blaine felt sorry for his brother. Sadness clouded Cooper's face, and his eyes grew moist. In that moment he looked so lost and alone.

"When did this happen?"

"A few weeks ago. It was my fault."

"How was it your fault?"

"I killed Dirk Mason's nephew. Dirk killed Skylar in revenge."

Several minutes of silence passed until Cooper shocked Blaine with his next words.

"Be my partner."

"What?"

"Be my partner. You're my brother. If anyone should be my partner, it's you."

Blaine shook his head. "You know I can't do that."

The toll of withdrawal, coupled with anger over being locked in his room during dinner, escalated Cooper's mood quickly. He started shaking and staring at Blaine with wide, wild eyes.

"Yes you can! You can do whatever you want! You don't have to take over one day! You always said you didn't want any part of the family business! Now all of a sudden you can't wait to be boss! I always knew you were full of shit!"

Blaine stepped back and turned towards the door. Cooper lunged at him, grabbing his shirt, jerking him back. Blaine swung, his fist landing on Cooper's jaw. Cooper yelled and picked Blaine up by his shirt, slamming him to the ground. Blaine froze as Cooper fell down beside him, a gun suddenly in his hand, pressed against Blaine's temple.

"I should kill you. I should shoot your ass right now just to teach dear old dad a lesson."

Cooper didn't hear the door to his bedroom open.

He didn't know Telio was in the room until he felt the barrel pressed against the back of his head, and heard the cock of the gun.

"Nothing would give me more pleasure than to blow your coked up ass away, but Anastasia would never forgive me, so drop the fucking gun."

Cooper pulled the gun away from Blaine's head, dropped it, and slowly stood up. Telio stepped back but kept his gun pointed at Cooper. Blaine jumped up angrily.

"You asshole! And you wonder why nobody trusts you! You're such a fucking asshole!"

Cooper slowly moved backwards, his eyes fixed on Telio who was still aiming his gun straight at Cooper. "Get out!"

Blaine crossed his arms and smirked. "Excuse me, but you were the one that dragged me in here."

Telio took a step forward and aimed a bit higher at Cooper's head. Cooper started to panic.

"Stay the hell away from me!"

"I don't know, Cooper. Maybe I should do everyone a favor and just let Telio blow you away. I doubt anyone would miss you much."

Cooper started screaming. "Fuck you, Blaine! I hate you! I fucking hate you! I hate you!"

Telio kept his eyes fixed on Cooper. "Give me permission, Blaine and I'll kill him."

For a split second Blaine was tempted, but he knew his mother would be devastated.

"No. Let's just go. He'll kill himself eventually." Blaine looked at Cooper. "Stay the fuck away from me, and from Timothy Schlossman."

Blaine turned and left.

Telio lowered his gun and shook his head.

"You're so fucking pathetic."

"Don't you say shit to me, you illegitimate bastard! When the time comes, I'm gunning for you first!"

Telio laughed. "I'd love to see you try." He slowly backed out of the room. Once he was gone, Cooper slammed his door shut and locked it. He paced back and forth several times before throwing himself on his bed. His mind was swirling and swimming, and he wanted a line of coke more than anything.

Then he sat up suddenly as a thought hit him.

He laughed out loud.

Thanks for the idea little brother.

By Sunday afternoon Kurt and Blaine were eager to be back in one another's arms. It had been a long weekend. Blaine watched with growing anticipation as the red dot on his cell phone grew closer and closer to Dalton. When Kurt turned into the Dalton driveway, Blaine's cell phone rang with a call from the two men who'd followed Kurt to Lima and now back to Dalton.

"Yes?"

"Just wanted to let you know he's back safe and sound."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

Ten minutes later, Kurt arrived in their room flushed and breathless.

"Hey."

"Hi gorgeous."

They fell into each other's arms, their lips meeting in passionate kisses of hunger and need in between murmured words of love and reassurance.

"I missed you so much. You have no idea."

"I missed you too, gorgeous. I don't want you leaving anymore. I mean it, Kurt. No more trips home."

Kurt ignored him and pushed him towards the bed. Blaine sat down and watched appreciatively as Kurt began to remove his clothes. They'd fallen asleep the night before after hot and heavy phone sex. Blaine had weaved a tantalizing tale of being an evil king who kept Kurt chained up in his room, only releasing him for meals, grand balls, and sex. All night long Kurt had vivid dreams of being chained up and fucked hard by King Blaine on top of a medieval wooden table. He'd woken up horny as hell and eager to get back to school.

Once he was naked, Kurt dropped to his knees in front of Blaine and started undoing his pants.

"I missed you, my king."

"I missed you too, sex boy."

"Allow me to show you how much I missed you."

Blaine fell back on to the bed with a groan as Kurt pulled out his cock and quickly swallowed it.

"Yeah…serve your king, gorgeous."

Timothy sat nervously in a back booth of a greasy dive on the edge of town. He'd argued with himself all day about coming, and was now arguing with himself about staying, but he was curious.

And he needed a hit.

Just one.

One final hit.

That was it.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to push away the self-loathing thoughts that filled his head whenever he thought about using.

You're so fucking weak. What's wrong with you? You're so worthless.

He shuddered and slouched down a bit more, his thoughts weighing him down.

"What's up Timothy?" Cooper slid into the booth.

Timothy suddenly felt scared. Why had he agreed to meet Cooper? He'd promised Blaine and his brother that he wouldn't use anymore. What was he doing here?

Cooper flashed him his signature smile. "So, how ya doing?"

"I'm fine. Um…why did you want to meet?"

Cooper arched an eyebrow and gave him a knowing look.

"I hadn't heard from you. Wanted to make sure you were okay."

Timothy looked confused. "Really?"

"Of course. And…I have a present for you."

"A present?"

"Yep."

Cooper reached into his backpack and took out a soft, black laptop protector. He pushed it across the table. Timothy looked at it and then back up at Cooper. Cooper smiled and nodded. Timothy unzipped the protector and sucked in a breath.

Inside was a gallon size freezer bag of coke filled to the top.

Timothy quickly zipped the bag, but did not push it away.

"You're giving me this?"

"You will receive a bag like that every week in exchange for doing something for me."

Timothy felt the thrill he always got right after purchasing a bag of coke. The anticipation of what he was about to do. The knowledge that the feeling…that unbelievable, indescribable, delicious feeling was just moments away. His fingers twitched. His nose itched. His body wanted to get up and run. Straight to his dorm room.

And snort the entire bag.

Cooper watched him closely. He recognized all the signs. He felt them himself almost every day. Staying clean was getting easier, but it was tough when he was constantly surrounded by cocaine. His hunger for revenge was the only thing keeping him clean.

"I don't understand. What do you want?"

"You still go to school with my brother, right?"

Timothy felt a pang of guilt. "Yeah?"

Cooper smiled.

"Oh come on, Wes. What will it hurt? It's not like we have any serious competitions left for the year. We're just singing at nursing homes and strip malls with food courts."

Kurt nodded vigorously in support of Blaine's point.

It was Thursday afternoon and the Warblers were discussing whether or not to allow an addition to the group so late in the school year. Wes was totally against it.

"I don't like the precedent it sets. It's almost April. Spring Break is in a few weeks. School is out at the end of May. Why can't he just wait and audition in the fall?"

"You let me audition off schedule," said Kurt.

"That was different," countered Wes. "You were a mid-year transfer student, and you had glee club experience. Timothy Schlossman…I don't even know if he can sing."

"Then allow him to audition." Blaine was determined to get Timothy in. He'd been thrilled when Timothy approached him and asked if he could join the Warblers. He thought it might help him stay clean. Blaine was eager to help.

"All right, enough discussion," said David. "Let's put it to a vote. All in favor of letting Timothy Schlossman audition?"

About half the boys raised their hands. Blaine glared around the room causing the rest of the hands to shoot into the air.

Wes sighed in resignation. "Okay. He gets to audition."

Blaine exclaimed, "Yes!" while Kurt grinned and nodded happily.

A week later, thanks to coaching and tips from Kurt and Blaine, Timothy sailed through his audition with a surprisingly great performance of, "She's Not There" by the Zombies. That evening at dinner, Wes grudgingly admitted that Timothy had a great voice.

"I just don't get why he didn't join sooner? We could have used his voice at regionals."

"Because he was using, Wes. When you're using nothing else matters except your next hit. I think you're just pissed that you didn't discover him first."

Telio and Wes shared a look as Kurt and Blaine fell into an enthusiastic conversation about giving Timothy a makeover.

Wes got up to get more to drink. Telio followed him.

"I think it's strange too."

Wes shrugged. "Maybe I'm being overly suspicious."

Telio shook his head. "You can never be overly suspicious. Especially when it comes to a drug addict."

They watched Blaine and Kurt laughing and talking happily.

Wes smiled. "Kurt's been good for him."

Telio frowned. "I guess."

Wes looked at him in surprise. "You don't like Kurt?"

"I like him all right. He's nice. Annoying and nosy as hell, but he's fine. It's just…I'm not sure he fully understands what he's gotten himself into. I love them, but the Andersons are pretty fucked up."

"But don't you think Blaine is different?"

Telio shook his head. "No. Like father, like son."

x-x-x

In his dorm room, Timothy dialed Cooper's number.

"Yeah?"

"I got in! I'm a Warbler," said Timothy excitedly.

"Yeah, yeah. Alright. Calm your shit."

"When can we meet?"

"Fuck! You finished that entire bag already?"

Timothy paused for a moment as he stared at the lines of coke he was going to do the moment he got off the phone. "It doesn't matter if I did or not. You said a bag every week in exchange for information on Kurt and Blaine."

"Yeah, I did, but you haven't given me any information except that you're a song bird now."

"Oh. Okay. Well…what do you want to know?"

"Tell me everything you can about Blaine's boyfriend."

"Mario, you promised."

Mario didn't bother to look up from the papers he was studying.

"I know I did darling, but I need to make sure everything is in perfect order for the meeting. With all the rumblings going on, I need to present a strong, fiscally responsible image to the Board."

While Anderson Construction was a privately held company, there was a Board of Directors to whom Mario reported twice a year. The Board was made up of honest businessmen and corporation CEOs who enjoyed the hint of badassness that came from being connected to a mafia owned company. It provided a bit of excitement in their otherwise drab, boring, business by the book lives. Since the company was wholly owned by Mario, they didn't have to worry about shareholders, or accountability. For Mario it was a way to appear as a legitimate businessman, even if the world knew otherwise.

"Don't you want to present a beautiful, well-dressed wife to the Board as well?"

Mario looked up at Anastasia and smiled. "My wife is always beautiful, and impeccably dressed."

"I won't be if you don't take me shopping."

Mario put down his papers and stood up. He pulled Anastasia to him and wrapped his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck. Anastasia was not a spoiled wife. Yes, she had a master walk-in closet of designer clothes, shoes, and purses, but she never demanded or whined for anything. Everything she had was because Mario insisted on buying for her. Nagging him to take her shopping was very uncharacteristic.

"Stasia, what is this really about? What is it that you want?"

Anastasia pulled back a little. "I wanna go out. Do you know how long it's been since I left the compound? I'm sick of being locked up in here, Mario! I wanna go out. Shopping, lunch, dancing, something! I want out!"

Mario sighed. He hated to neglect his wife, but he had important things to take care of. He was about to apologize when Luther walked in.

"Hey, do you have…oh, sorry."

Mario's eyes lit up.

"I have a great idea. Luther will take you shopping."

Both Anastasia and Luther looked confused. "What?"

"Luther will take you shopping. He's been locked away here too. Getting out will do him some good."

Both began to protest.

"But Mario, I wanted to spend time with you."

Luther chimed in. "And you and I need to finish reviewing the numbers for the final report."

Mario shook his head. "Nonsense. I can do that myself, and darling, I promise. After the meeting we'll go to Orchids for lunch, and maybe go out for desert."

Anastasia glanced nervously at Luther who was staring at her with a strange intensity in his eyes. She looked back at Mario to see if he noticed.

He didn't.

"That's okay. I really just wanted to spend time with you. I have plenty of clothes. I'll just go through and pick something."

"Are you sure? I'd be happy to take you," said Luther.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure." She turned back to Mario and kissed him on the mouth, lingering a few seconds longer than usual.

"I look forward to our date."

Mario nodded and sat back down, returning to his papers.

Anastasia avoided looking at Luther as she left the room.

But she could feel his eyes boring into her.

The next few weeks were busy as everyone prepared for midterm exams, and made plans for spring break.

Spring break.

Fourteen days.

Kurt wasn't sure if he was upset that he and Blaine were arguing about spring break, or if he was secretly thrilled because all of their arguments ended with Blaine trying to fuck him into agreement. Hard, punishing, bondage fucking that left Kurt physically exhausted, bruised, sore, and eagerly looking forward to their next round.

Their evenings were a strange haze of studying, sex, studying and more sex. Eventually sex became a part of their studying. Kurt would kneel in front Blaine, his arms locked behind him in the arm binder, a tie tight around his throat with the ends held by Blaine.

"Alright Kurt. Name the top ten components of Roosevelt's New Deal."

Kurt quickly named eight, but could not remember the last two. Blaine shook his head with an evil grin.

"The Tennessee Valley Authority and the Works Progress Administration. Open up."

Kurt groaned as Blaine rammed his cock down his throat before grabbing the ends of the tie, slowly pulling it tight.

"That's right, Kurt. Choke on my cock like a good boy. If you don't study harder, you're never going to go to college, and you'll have to spend your life as my personal cock slut. Is that what you want Kurt? It's okay if is because I'll take good care of you. I promise. You can earn your keep by letting me fuck you five times a day, and sucking my cock in between. Shit…I'd never leave home."

Kurt knew perfectly well that the last two components were the Tennessee Valley Authority and the Works Progress Administration.

He just loved Blaine torturing him.

The only time they studied in the library was when Timothy asked for help. They would study for a while, but eventually end up talking about other things.

Like Kurt.

Timothy asked his questions casually. Where did Kurt live? What did his dad do? How was his campaign going? Did Kurt like working at his dad's shop? How often was he there?

Did he ever work there alone?

By the end of their study sessions, Timothy could barely make it back to his room from the weight of guilt and self-loathing pressing into him from all sides. Sometimes he would sit on his bed and cry.

You're so awful. Kurt and Blaine are your friends and you're selling them out for coke. What's wrong with you?

And then he would do a few lines to feel better.

"Dad? Please say something? I know you have concerns, but I swear I'll be fine."

"Dad?"

"Dad?"

Kurt sighed and leaned against the door frame of the entrance to the Warbler's practice room. Why was he always fighting with the two most important men in his life about his whereabouts?

"Why do you have to go there for an entire week? Why not just a few days?"

"It's a long drive from Lima to where Blaine lives in Westerville. His family's compound…house is on the other side of Westerville. Besides, what difference does 3 days versus 7 really make?"

"Exactly my point. Did you just say compound?"

"It…it's not a compound…it's just…a really big house on a lot of land, so Blaine calls it a compound. For fun."

Great. Now I'm lying.

Kurt and Blaine had reached a compromise. Kurt would spend the first week of spring break with his father, and the second week with Blaine. Assuming he could get his father to agree. Blaine was not happy, but he didn't want to keep fighting. He couldn't wait for Burt to win the election and have to spend his days in Washington. Hopefully his trips to Ohio would be few and far between.

"Kurt, you already know how I feel about this. I don't like the idea of you spending time at his house. They're dangerous people, Kurt. There's no telling what might happen while you're there."

"Nothing will happen. They have plenty of…" Kurt caught himself. Telling his father the Andersons had plenty of security guards walking around with guns would not help his case.

"…guests. They always have guests. Blaine's mom loves to entertain." Liar, liar, pants on fire.

"Yeah, I bet they have guests. I don't like this, Kurt."

Kurt remained silent. He didn't know what else to say.

"Let's just wait till you get home to make a decision, okay?"

"Okay." Great. My father's going to lock me in my room.

"I love you, kid."

"Love you too, dad."

Kurt hung up feeling tired. He loved Blaine, but being his boyfriend was exhausting.

As if on cue, Andrew came around the corner. He stopped, glanced around, and smiled when he saw Kurt was alone.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"How you been?"

"Oh, okay. You know. Studying."

"Yeah, same here. How are things looking for your science class?"

The two started chatting. Kurt had forgotten how funny Andrew was. Soon the two were laughing hysterically as Andrew entertained Kurt with stories about the art club, and projects gone terribly wrong. Andrew's beautiful smile made Kurt smile. He'd forgotten how nice Andrew was.

Andrew is great friendship material. I really need to work on spending time with other people besides Blaine.

Blaine stood at the end of the hall watching his boyfriend and listening to his laughter.

Kurt is so beautiful.

Andrew is so dead.

Blaine headed towards them slowly, almost like a lion stalking its prey.

Kurt spotted him, smiled, and held out his hand.

"There you are. Hi."

Blaine took his hand and smiled back. "Hi gorgeous." He looked at Andrew, but didn't say a word. His eyes spoke volumes. Andrew took a step back.

Shit.

"I'd better get back to studying. I'll see you guys later." Andrew hurried off.

"What the hell did he want?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Oh, stop it. We were just talking. He's very nice. Stop acting all Neanderthal on me."

"Neanderthal. Does that mean I get to drag you back to my cave by your hair?"

"Of course not. I spend a great deal of time styling my hair."

"Well, while you were out here laughing it up with assdrew, did you get a chance to call your father?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And what do you think? He's not happy about it."

"But he'll let you come, right?"

"He wants to talk about it when I get home."

Blaine was quiet for a moment before taking Kurt's other hand in his. He looked directly in his eyes.

"Let me make something very clear. If you go home for spring break, and your father tries to stop you from coming to see me, I will come get you, Kurt. I will kidnap you if necessary, and your father will not be able to stop me. Do you understand?"

"Blaine, you can't just…" Blaine pressed a finger to Kurt's lips.

"Do you understand?"

The look in Blaine's eyes, and the tone of his voice sent a ripple of warning up Kurt's spine. For some reason he was reminded of Anastasia's story of how she and Mario met.

And how Mario destroyed her father's business.

Stop it. Blaine would never do that.

"Yes, I understand."

The Anderson Construction Company Board meeting was held at the headquarter offices in downtown Westerville. The gathering was a who's who of CEOs of major corporations in Ohio. Security was tight and plentiful.

Anastasia enjoyed greeting the board members as they arrived. Mario shook hands, made pleasantries, and took mental notes on everyone. Across the room Luther stood in the corner and watched Anastasia.

And thought things he knew he shouldn't.

Once the meeting was over, Mario asked Carlisle to pull the car around to the front of the building. Luther frowned.

"Aren't we going out the back way?"

Mario shook his head. "No. We're going to Orchids for lunch."

In the lobby, Mario stopped to chat with a few board members.

Martin looked outside for Carlisle while Luther kept an eye on Mario and Anastasia. Martin came back in.

"He's not out there yet."

Luther looked around.

Something wasn't right.

He motioned to two of the security guards.

"Go check on Carlisle."

Mario, Anastasia, and the board members started towards the front door. Luther and Martin quickly joined them.

Two body guards walked out first followed by the small group.

Once outside, Mario shook hands with the men. They kissed Anastasia on the cheek.

Carlisle pulled up and the car doors open.

The gun shots rang out, loud and fast.

Luther threw himself at Anastasia, pushing her to the ground. Martin fired back before he was shot several times. The guards opened fire on the car, riddling it with bullets before it sped away.

And suddenly all was quiet.

Only Anastasia's screams filled the air as she stared at Mario's bloody body lying on the ground.

Exams were over.

Kurt and Blaine had decided to celebrate by having a junk food fest movie marathon. They'd gone to the store earlier in the week to stock up, so now they were hanging out, eating candy and watching, "Clue." They hadn't seen much of the movie due to Blaine's tickle attack on Kurt. This led to a robust pillow fight which ended with Blaine's desk lamp getting knocked over.

"Property damage! You owe me $175.00!"

"Why do you have a $175.00 lamp?"

Blaine shrugged. "I liked it."

Kurt shook his head. Blaine crawled back on to the bed and Kurt joined him, snuggling in under his arm.

"When you come stay with me we'll drive to the outlet mall and you can buy me a new lamp."

"I'd love to go to the outlet mall, but I don't have any money. My dad decided to hire a few extra guys to make up for his absence at the shop. No more spending money for me."

Blaine's smile was sexy and wicked. "That's okay, gorgeous. You can work off the price of the lamp by being my whore. Let's say…$10.00 a blowjob."

Kurt sat up and punched his arm. "$10.00! My blowjobs are worth more than $10.00!"

Blaine cracked up laughing at the outraged expression on Kurt's face. He pulled him back down and kissed his nose. "Your blowjobs are priceless. You are priceless."

"Hmph." Kurt allowed himself to be wrapped back up in Blaine's arms.

"You know you'll never need money, Kurt. I'll always take care of you, and I'll buy you anything you want. Anything."

There was a knock on the door.

"Yes?"

"Blaine, its Headmaster Donaldson. I need to speak with you."

Kurt sat up, eyes wide and full of panic. Shit! Shit! Shit! Someone had finally ratted them out!

Blaine mouthed, "calm down," and motioned towards the bathroom. He grabbed a shirt and waited until Kurt was in the bathroom with the door slightly cracked. He opened the door and was surprised to see Luther standing there along with the Headmaster. The Headmaster's face was somber, his eyes full of concern.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

"Blaine, I'm so sorry, but apparently your father was in a car accident. He's at the hospital. You're to leave with your uncle immediately." Blaine looked at Luther.

His face said it all.

"C-can I talk to my uncle?"

"Of course. I'll go get Mr. Montgomery. I assume he'll be leaving as well?"

Luther nodded. "Of course. He's Mario's son too."

The Headmaster nodded. "We'll meet you in the main hall."

The moment the door closed, Kurt ran out of the bathroom. He stopped short when he saw Luther, but Luther didn't look surprised to see him.

"It was a hit. As your parents were leaving the board meeting. Your father was shot several times. He's in surgery. Your mother's fine. Just a bruised wrist from being pushed to the ground. Carlisle is dead. So is Martin."

Blaine turned pale. "Is he...is my father…"

Luther shook his head. "I don't know, Blaine. It…it was pretty bad. Look, we gotta go. We have to get you underground. Grab a few things and let's get outta here."

Kurt looked at Blaine.

Underground?

Blaine grabbed a duffel bag from his closet and started throwing in clothes. Feeling the need to help, Kurt went into the bathroom and grabbed all of Blaine's toiletries. He dumped them in a plastic bag and handed them to him.

"Here."

Blaine tossed the bag inside the duffel and zipped it. He pulled on a pair of jeans, a shirt, and his shoes. He grabbed Kurt and kissed him long and hard.

"I promise to send for you. Do you understand?"

Kurt shook his head. "No, I don't understand. Where are you going? Aren't you just going to visit your father? Aren't you coming back?"

The pain in Blaine's eyes scared Kurt. Blaine placed his hands on either side of Kurt's face.

"I love you. I love you so much, Kurt, and…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I promise. I'll send for you, and when I do I expect you to come. Do you understand? I'll send for you. I promise."

Kurt's fear turned to panic.

"But where are you going? Why are you sorry? I don't understand!"

Blaine interrupted him with another firm kiss. He then took off the necklace he always wore around his neck and put it on Kurt.

"This is the key to the box in the corner of my closet. If you leave to go home, when I send for you, or if something happens, take everything in it. Do you understand? The money is yours now. If something happens and you need to use it, use it."

"Blaine…"

Blaine kissed him again, softer this time. He wrapped his arms around him and held him tight, his voice breaking.

"I…I love you, Kurt. I love you so much. I'll….I'll send for you when I can…I'm sorry. Just know that I love you. You belong to me, Kurt. You're mine."

Blaine pulled back and stared into Kurt's eyes. His voice was firm and demanding as his eyes turned intense. Kurt could practically feel the heat of Blaine's stare burning into him as Blaine placed his hands around his neck.

"Say it, Kurt. Say it."

"I'm yours. I belong to you."

Blaine nodded. "You'll come when I send for you?"

Kurt didn't know what else to do.

He nodded.

Blaine kissed him one last time.

"I love you."

And then he was gone.