This chapter picks right up where the other left off. Assuming you remember the last chapter. It's been so long…
Warnings for violence, language, sex, a new sex toy, and Blaine being Blaine.
I know there are millions of miles in between our hearts
But I will come running for you I don't care how far
When you close your eyes, do you see me love
Am I keeping you awake?
What you scared about? Are you giving up?
When you know, you know, you know
You know that I'm coming back for you
Coming Back For You by Maroon 5
Chapter 26
Blaine turned into the underground garage at the offices of Anderson Construction and was glad to see Kevin Ewing waiting for him. He placed his gun in his waistband, took a deep breath, and exited the car.
"Hi Blaine."
"Hey Kevin. Thanks for meeting me."
"No problem, but I gotta be honest with you, I'm a little confused. I mean I'm fine providing you with protection tonight – I'm actually kinda honored you'd ask me, but where's Telio or Luther?"
Blaine's tone was somber. "We're meeting with the medical director of the Clair Clinic and the pathologist I hired to do the autopsy on my father. I'm pretty sure someone killed him, and whoever killed him had to have access to his room. That was a very short list. Until I hear what the pathologist has to say... I can't trust my family."
Kevin's jaw dropped. "You really think someone killed him?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes. I know he was badly hurt, but I think someone grew impatient and decided to give death a hand."
Kevin shook his head in shocked silence. "Wow. I'm so sorry, Blaine. I'll do whatever I can to help."
"Thanks, I appreciate that. You're pretty good at reading people so all I need you to do tonight is to listen and tell me what you think. Oh, and watch for any sudden moves."
Kevin nodded. "Of course. No problem."
The two men climbed the stairs and entered the main lobby of Anderson Construction. The two overnight guards nodded at Blaine. The doctors were already waiting nervously and feeling bewildered by the time and location of the meeting. 9:30 pm at a construction firm. Both men were terrified they were about to be shot and buried in concrete.
"Gentlemen, thank you for meeting me."
Dr. Abdul, the medical director nodded nervously. "Of course, Mr. Anderson, and please allow me to once again express on behalf of the entire Clair Center family our deepest…" Blaine cut him off.
"We got the flowers. Thanks. Sit down."
Dr. Abdul hit the chair so fast Kevin was sure his ass had to hurt. Dr. Karnin, the pathologist also sat down.
Blaine seated himself across from them and looked at each expectantly. "Well?"
Dr. Abdul launched into a rundown of Mario's injuries and the likelihood of recovery. Once again Blaine cut him off.
"Look, I know all that and frankly I don't care. What I wanna know is how did he die?" Blaine focused his gaze on Dr. Karnin who quickly handed him a folder.
"It was liquid cyanide. Normally death is almost instantaneous or over the course of a few hours. Somehow your father managed to hold on for a few days. I have no idea how except that perhaps some of the other drugs he was being administered helped to slow down the effect of the cyanide, protecting him."
Blaine scanned the report. "It was given through his IV?"
"Yes, and for what it's worth he didn't suffer. It could be said that someone did him a favor given the nature of his injuries and the internal damage. I can assure you that Dr. Abdul is correct. Your father was never going to recover. Perhaps someone wanted him to go peacefully."
Blaine closed the folder and looked at Dr. Karnin who immediately realized he'd said too much.
"So, you're saying it was a mercy murder?"
"I…uh…I'm just p-pointing out that…" Blaine held up his hand.
"Enough." He turned to Dr. Abdul. "What do the security tapes show?"
Beads of sweat sprouted on Dr. Abdul's forehead the moment Blaine arrived. Now they started running a race down his face as his fear grew.
"Um…well…uh…th-there s-seems to be a…um…slight problem with the tapes."
Blaine leaned forward. "A problem?"
"Um…they…they appear to be missing."
"Missing?"
"Um, yes. Based on the estimated time of the poisoning…well…all the tapes from that timeframe are…are missing."
Dr. Abdul was shaking and looking everywhere but at Blaine. Dr. Karnin scooted his chair a few inches away from him. Blaine's voice was calm and smooth his rage undetectable.
"So, let me make sure I understand. The high-tech security system I personally paid for recorded the murder of my father, but you can't find the tape. Is that what you're telling me?"
"Well, um…"
Dr. Karnin decided now was a good time to make his exit.
"Excuse me. I don't have anything to do with the operation of the Clair Clinic. I'm just an independent consultant you hired to do the autopsy on your father. Whatever happened there has nothing to do with me."
Blaine stood up and held out his hand. "Thank you for your help." Dr. Karnin quickly stood up and grasped Blaine's hand. Blaine tightened his grip and pulled the doctor towards him. His voice was tight and menacing.
"I assume doctor/patient privilege extends to this meeting?"
Dr. Karnin nodded so fast and so hard he reminded Kevin of a bobble head doll. "Yes, yes. Of course. Everything shared here is confidential and will be held in the most strict and utmost confidence…no matter what." He glanced at Dr. Abdul whose expression was of both terror and pleading.
"Thank you, Dr. Karnin. You may go."
Dr. Karnin sprinted for the door.
Blaine walked around the lobby at a slow, thoughtful pace. Dr. Abdul looked at the door Dr. Karnin had just disappeared through. Kevin stepped in front of him with a smirk and shook his head. After a minute Blaine came over and sat down in front of Dr. Abdul. He scooted his chair up so they were sitting so close their knees were almost touching. Blaine pulled a knife out of his pocket and clicked the blade open. He studied it as he spoke quiet and calm his voice dripping with threat.
"I'm going to give you one opportunity to tell me who murdered my father and asked you to dispose of the tapes."
Dr. Abdul swallowed and stammered. "M-M-Mr. Anderson…I…" Blaine held up his hand.
"One opportunity before I carve you slowly and gut you like a fish."
Dr. Abdul was shaking, rivers of sweat streaming down his face. His voice was a cracked whisper.
"Y-your m-mother."
"What?"
"Y-your m-mother. Anna…M-M-Mrs. Anderson. She didn't want him to suffer anymore."
Blaine sat back. Despite his suspicions he was still stunned.
"My mother?"
Dr. Abdul nodded. "She-she asked me to remove the tape. I-I swear…I didn't know before she did it. Only after."
Blaine's head was spinning. "You're sure it was my mother?"
Dr. Abdul shook his head. "Sh-she came to my office and said…said she'd put her husband out of his misery. I asked her what she meant and she told me and asked me to remove the tape."
"Where is the tape now?"
"In the safe in my home office."
Blaine stared hard at Dr. Abdul who looked like he was about to faint. He glanced up at Kevin who gave him a slight nod. He believed the doctor was telling the truth.
"Dr. Abdul, I want that tape delivered to my home by Noon tomorrow. You are not to contact my mother, or Luther, or anyone else about this conversation. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes, of course."
"I find out you said anything to anyone and I'll have you skinned alive. I know a guy. Are we clear?"
The doctor could barely nod from shaking.
"Get out."
Dr. Abdul ran across the lobby and out the doors.
Blaine put his face in his hands and took deep breaths. Kevin hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Blaine."
Blaine sat in silence for a minute before standing up.
"Thanks for being here tonight. I appreciate it."
"No problem. Are you ready to go? I'll follow you home."
"No, I'm gonna sit here for a while. I need to think."
"Then I'll stay."
"No, no. You go on."
"Um, Blaine…I don't think you should be alone, and you definitely shouldn't drive home alone. Now that you know the truth why don't you call Telio?"
Blaine shook his head. He still didn't know the truth. His mother wouldn't know where to get liquid cyanide. Someone had to help her. His money was on Luther, but still…
"I'll be fine. The overnight guards are here, and I can definitely get home. You go ahead. Thanks for your concern and your loyalty."
Kevin nodded nervously. He didn't feel right about leaving him, but he wasn't going to argue with his Don.
"Okay, but I really wish you'd call Telio or someone else."
"I'll be fine. Thanks."
Kevin glanced at the overnight guards as he headed towards the steps to the garage. One guard nodded reassuringly while the other just stared at him. Kevin's stomach swirled with unease but he kept going.
Blaine sat down and leaned back to stare at the ceiling.
She betrayed him.
She slept with his best friend and then decided to murder him.
Or did Luther plant the idea?
Luther
How could you?
You were his best friend. My Godfather.
You and my father tortured many men to a cruel death in that barn, but you've never seen anything like the torture I'm going to unleash on your traitorous ass.
"Tough break, kid."
One of the security guards was standing right in front of him. Blaine tried to remember his name, but he didn't look familiar. He glanced over at the reception desk. The other guard was gone.
Gunshots rang out from the garage.
Blaine swiftly kicked the guard in the balls and shot him before the man could pull his gun. He ran behind the large marble reception desk and ducked down. The other guard was lying dead on the floor, his throat slit.
Gun shots continued to ring out and suddenly three men ran into the lobby. Blaine could see them on the monitor. Chartussi's men. One noticed the dead guard that had approached Blaine. "Man down! Stay alert!"
"Blaine! Blaine!"
Blaine jumped up at the sound of Telio's voice. He shot the man standing over the dead guard and took out the other man standing in the middle of the lobby. Telio shot the man standing by the door.
"Blaine!"
"I'm here! Over here!"
Kevin came running in. "Blaine?"
"I'm here. I'm okay."
The three met in the middle of the room.
"I thought you left. What happened?"
Kevin shook his head. "I was too scared to leave you, so I waited in my car and…I called Telio. I'm sorry, but I just… I was really worried about you driving home alone. Anyway, I'm sitting there when two cars suddenly pull in real slow and then stop. They sat there for a minute and then these guys started getting out. I recognized them as Chartussi's men so I started firing. Then Telio drove up, and… here we are."
For a second time that night Blaine was stunned. He looked over at the dead guard he'd shot.
An inside job.
Telio was fuming. "What the fuck were you doing here alone? I thought you were gonna take Kurt home and then come back with Alan and Jeff! Where the hell are they?"
"I left them with Kurt."
"Why didn't you tell me and why are you here?" Telio turned to Kevin. "And what are you doing here?"
Kevin didn't answer. He looked at Blaine and then looked around the lobby. "I'll call C to take care of this." He pulled out his cell phone and quickly headed for the stairs.
Telio looked at Blaine. "What's going on? What are you doing here at this time of night, and why didn't you call me?"
Blaine ignored the guilt seeping into his chest. "I had to take care of something."
"What?"
"Just something."
Telio was exasperated. "I swear you are the biggest, most selfish ass prick on the planet! Do you realize that if Kevin hadn't been here you'd be dead right now? And what the fuck is so important that you're wandering around alone at 11:00 pm at night? What the fuck is your problem!" Telio shoved him.
"Don't push me, Telio."
"No! Don't you push me, you selfish, spoiled brat!" Telio shoved him again. "How the fuck am I supposed to protect you when you're sneaking around behind my back! Why would you do that? Are you trying to get killed?"
"Let's just go home."
"Not until you tell me what's going on!"
Blaine said nothing. Telio's anger turned to deep hurt as he realized the truth.
"You don't wanna tell me what's going on. Is that…that's why Kevin is here? You called him because you don't trust me?"
Silence.
Minutes ticked by as Blaine struggled. He could feel the distance growing between them and it made him sick.
But…
In his world danger and betrayal often came from those who were supposed to love you.
When Telio spoke his voice was quiet and full of heavy hurt.
"Forget it. You don't have to tell me anything."
Blaine felt like shit. "I met with the pathologist to get the autopsy report on my dad. He was poisoned. Liquid cyanide."
For a moment Telio was confused. "Why wouldn't you want me…"
Oh.
Telio's hurt deepened. "You thought…you thought I killed Mario?"
"No, but…I couldn't take any chances. I needed to find out alone just in case…"
"In case what, Blaine? In case I was the one who murdered the man who took me in when he could have very well left me on the street? In case I killed the man who gave me a life? Took care of me? Raised me? In case I murdered my best friend's father? My father?"
"Telio…"
"How could you ever think I'd do that to him? To you?"
"Because you love women, Telio! You always have! You have this thing about them…you wanna save them and protect them and I know how you feel about my mother, and after all that talk about not wanting her to fall apart…I just…if she'd have asked you for help…"
"I would have said no! You should know that, Blaine! Yes, I love Anastasia, but I wouldn't kill Mario for her!"
"I'm sorry. Telio…Telio, please…"
Telio shook his head and started backing away. "For almost ten years we've been brothers. Best friends. I've been by your side, watching over you, protecting you, and this…this is how little you think of me? After all these years? I'm out."
"Telio! Wait!"
"Find another sucker to take a bullet for you."
"Telio! Telio!"
Telio kept walking.
Blaine stood in the middle of the lobby all alone except for the men removing the dead bodies. He collapsed in a chair and watched the men rolling the bodies into plastic and then wrapping the plastic in duct tape.
Alone.
Surrounded by dead bodies and betrayal.
This is what I have to look forward to.
Without Kurt this is my life.
Out in the garage Telio sat behind the wheel of his car and tried to force himself to start the engine. He looked over at the door of the building and then at Blaine's car.
He just shit all over you and on everything between the two of you. Leave his ass here.
But Telio's responsibility streak ran too strong and too deep.
Along with his love for Blaine.
He waited.
20 minutes later the clean-up crew exited the building and pulled off. Blaine came out five minutes later. He looked at Telio sitting in the car staring straight ahead. He walked over and tapped on the glass.
"Telio? I'm sorry. Please…I know you'd never do anything to hurt me. I just…"
Telio started the car.
Blaine backed away and went to his car. He started it up and pulled out of the garage.
Telio followed him all the way home.
Sunday afternoon Burt stretched out in his chair with the Sunday paper and grinned.
This was perfect.
This was what he'd missed.
It was great to have Kurt back home.
Kurt woke up that morning in the mood to cook. This led to his whipping up a feast of mini quiches, sausage, bacon, pancakes for Finn who didn't like quiche, and hand squeezed orange juice. As he cooked he realized that he, Finn, Burt and Carol wouldn't be able to eat it all, so he called Mercedes and Rachel and issued a last minute invite for breakfast. Finn called Puck, and everyone came over for breakfast at the Hudson-Hummels. After breakfast everyone hung around to catch Kurt up on all the Glee club and William McKinley High news.
Burt loved the sound of laughter and occasional singing coming from the patio. He'd forgotten how much energy and life Kurt brought to their home. It felt good. Right. Safe.
"You look pleased as punch," said Carol as she entered the living room and sat down in the chair across from Burt.
"It feels good having him home."
Carol nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I wish he could stay longer."
Burt paused before leaning conspiratorially towards Carol. "I haven't sent in his deposit for Dalton."
"Isn't that due soon?"
"Next Monday, but I've been thinking. What if Kurt went back to McKinley? That Karofsky kid switched schools. Kurt should be safe."
"Karofsky wasn't the only problem, Burt. Yes, he was the main one, but not the only one. More important does Kurt want to leave Dalton?"
"Haven't talked to him yet, but I plan to. Listen to him out there, Carol. He clearly misses his friends."
"He also clearly loves Blaine."
Burt sat back with a frown.
Blaine.
What a way to ruin a good day.
Carol smiled apologetically. "Sorry, but you know as well as I do that Kurt's probably not going to want to leave Blaine."
"Is it that Kurt doesn't want to leave, or that Blaine won't let him?"
"I don't think Kurt will want to leave. He loves Blaine and he also loves Dalton. Yes, he misses his friends, but he's told me how much he enjoys his classes even though they're far more challenging than McKinley. He likes performing with the Warblers, and the kids are kinder. It's not just all about Blaine."
Burt looked determined. "Maybe, maybe not, but I'm going to give him the option. The more space between them the better."
Monday evening Blaine sat in front of his computer.
He'd been sipping bourbon for over an hour while watching the video over, and over, and over.
It was clearly his mother in her long white Maison Martin Margiela trench coat. One of the many gifts his father had bought for her while away on a business trip.
At some point Elian had slipped in quietly and settled next to him. He kept refilling Blaine's glass and rubbing his back softly.
The image burned itself into Blaine's brain.
His mother killed his father.
But was it her idea?
Blaine suddenly and unexpectedly stood up, knocking the bourbon glass to the floor. He stalked out of the room with Elian following close on his heels. He followed the sound of voices to the dining room where his mother was finishing up dinner with Luther.
Well.
How fucking perfect.
He stood there as the cook cleared the dishes. Anastasia and Luther looked at him curiously.
"Darling, are you alright?"
Blaine just stared at her.
"Darling, is something wrong?"
Blaine licked his lips and relaxed his body. Anastasia sat back while Luther immediately grew tense.
"I met with Dr. Abdul last night, mother."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He's a big fan of yours."
Silence.
"I had an autopsy done."
Silence.
Telio walked in. He looked around the room. "What's going on?"
"I was just telling our mother about the death of her husband."
Telio looked at Anastasia who was still staring at Blaine expressionless. "What?"
"Come on in, Telio. You should hear this, too. You should hear how much the woman you love loved her husband."
Anastasia finally spoke. "Blaine, please…"
Blaine snapped.
"Please what, mother? Please don't tell anyone you murdered your husband after fucking his best friend?"
Anastasia shook her head vigorously. "No! No! That's not true! I didn't…"
"I saw you on tape, mother! I saw you! You poisoned him! You fucking poisoned him! You killed him!"
"No! I did what he wanted! He never wanted to be left lying somewhere to die!"
"You lying bitch! You killed him! You killed him! You betrayed him and then you killed him!"
Anastasia turned pale. "No…I…"
"You were fucking your husband's best friend while your husband lay dying in a hospital! You lying, murderous, bitch!"
Tears rolled down Anastasia's face as she screamed. "No! I didn't kill him….I did what he would have wanted…I…"
Anastasia recoiled as Blaine screamed at her.
"You betrayed him! He loved you and you betrayed him!"
Anastasia sobbed and shook her head. "No, no, no…"
Blaine turned to Luther who had stood up and was slowly inching towards the door.
"You were his best friend. His very best friend. His consigliere. Godfather to his children. He trusted you, and this…this is how you repay him? By fucking his wife and then helping her kill him?"
Luther took a few steps back as he shook his head.
"No…Blaine, listen to me…that's not right. I didn't kill him. I had no idea…"
"Liar! You're a fucking liar! The two of you! Fucking each other and fucking liars!"
Blaine was breathing hard, eyes wild, body humming with rage, an alcohol buzz, and a desire for revenge and murder. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and allowed himself to fall and drown in his murderous desire. A soft calm floated over him and his breathing slowed. He opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on Luther.
"Take him to the barn."
All hell broke loose.
Luther tried to turn and run, but Vince and Elian grabbed him. Anastasia lunged at Blaine who jumped back and watched her fall to her knees.
"No! No! Please! Don't do this! He didn't know! He didn't know!"
"The hell he didn't! Liquid cyanide, mother! Since when do you know where to get liquid cyanide?"
"He didn't know! He didn't know! Blaine, please!"
"Listen to yourself you worthless whore! How could you betray him so easily? He loved you! He loved you so much! I know he did some fucked up shit, but he loved you! He was so in love with you! "
"Listen to yourself!" yelled Luther as he struggled in Vince and Elian's grasp. "You think your father was so fucking perfect! Well, let me tell you, he wasn't!"
"Don't you dare say anything about my father, you traitorous asshole!"
Anastasia wrapped her arms around Blaine's legs and begged.
"Please, please don't do this, Blaine! You don't wanna do this! He didn't know! I swear he didn't know!"
Blaine looked down at her, his heart breaking in his chest as he blinked back tears. "How could you, mama? How could you betray daddy? Twice. You betrayed him twice. I know he wasn't perfect, but he never betrayed you."
Luther's laughter rang out loud and mean. "Oh, really? And exactly why do you think Telio is here?"
Everyone turned to look at Telio who was standing frozen in the doorway watching everything go down. Telio looked at Luther. What was he talking about?
Luther snarled at him. "Do you really think Mario was so broken up about your father's death that he felt obligated to give you a home? Please. Your being here had nothing to do with your father. No, it had everything to do with your mother."
Telio's chest tightened in a way specific only to thoughts about his mother. "Don't talk about my mother."
Luther smiled nastily. "Come on, Telio. You know all about your mother. Everyone does. She was so beautiful. Amazing smile, perfect hair, gorgeous body…and a total slut. Anastasia, you'll be happy to know that she was the only woman Mario couldn't resist besides you. Once he laid eyes on her he had to have a taste. Just once. One good hard fuck. When he learned she was pregnant he went into full panic mode. Probably the only time I've ever seen him panic over anything. Then he decided to just wait and see what the kid looked like. Imagine his relief when you arrived looking just like your father. Mario figured he'd dodged a bullet. But then your dad was killed and Mario couldn't leave you behind. He just couldn't do it, not when you came so close to being his son. I'm guessing your mother got fucked by your dad at 1:00 pm and Mario at 2:00 pm."
Vince and Elian let go of Luther and actually pushed him forward as Telio attacked with a growling scream. He punched and kicked Luther over and over, stomping him in the face and chest when he fell to the floor.
Realizing Telio wasn't going to stop until Luther was dead, Vince pulled him off. Telio wrenched himself out of Vince's grip and stumbled to the corner of the room where he punched the wall with both fists.
Blaine's mind was reeling.
His father cheated on his mother with Telio's mother? He and Telio came close to being blood brothers? He looked down at his mother who was still kneeling in front of him. She looked shocked, confused and slightly lost. He looked at Luther lying bruised and battered on the floor and made his decision.
"Stand him up."
Vince and Elian grabbed Luther and pulled him to his feet. Luther looked at Blaine through swollen eyes.
"It doesn't matter," said Blaine. "It doesn't change the fact that you betrayed my father by sleeping with my mother and helping her kill him. Take him to the barn."
Anastasia screamed. "No!" She wrapped her arms around Blaine's legs again. "Blaine…I'm begging you. Please, don't kill him. Please. He didn't know anything!"
"Even if he didn't help you the fact remains that he betrayed my father! Your husband! But you don't care about that, do you, mother? You just wanna save your lover! Do you remember what daddy did the last time a man tried to take what was his? Huh? Do you, mama? Remember the fire? You're lucky I don't throw you in it with him!"
Blaine pushed her away and walked out without another word.
Anastasia turned to Telio. "Telio, please! Go stop him! Luther didn't know! I swear…he didn't know!"
Telio stared at her for a moment and walked out.
Outside in the barn Blaine stripped down to his boxers and circled Luther with a knout style whip in his hand. He looked crazed and terrifying. The air was hot, humid and tense as Vince, Elian and a few other men stared at Luther hanging naked, black and blue from the ceiling. The entire scene felt surreal and uncomfortable. Luther had always been second in command. The men respected and followed his orders as they did Mario. Seeing him strung up about to be murdered by their new Don was scary and unsettling. Everything felt off balance and misplaced, but as the men quietly whispered amongst themselves understanding emerged.
Never, ever covet the boss's wife.
A few men smirked and noted that this would no longer be a problem since the boss's wife was a man. .
Blaine attacked Luther with a frightening ferocity that made everyone jump. He was relentless and unforgiving as Luther screamed. At one point he passed out from the pain, but Elian gleefully sprayed cold water directly at his face to bring him around so he could be conscious for the hell being inflicted on his body.
Blaine continued the beating until Telio warned him. "Do you really want to kill him? If not, now is the time to stop."
Blaine struck Luther five more times before dropping the whip and ordering the men to cut him down. Once he dropped to the floor Blaine grabbed a can of gasoline and poured it all over his body. Luther's screams of agony were horrendous as the gasoline seeped into his wounds. Blaine stood over him for a moment before grabbing his hair to force him to look at him.
"I'm not going to kill you, you back-stabbing son of a bitch. You see killing you would destroy my relationship with my mother and I don't wanna do that, and I'm not going to have her grieving over you instead of her husband, so no I'm not going to kill you. I'm not even going to fire you from your position within this family, but you are banned from this house. Do you hear me? Get your shit and get the hell outta my house! You are never to set foot on this property ever again!"
Blaine released him and delivered two swift kicks directly to his groin. He started to leave but spotted a bag of manure in the corner. He grabbed the bag, tore it open and dumped it on top of Luther.
"You are officially a piece of shit."
x-x-x
Anastasia lay curled into a ball on her bed. Her sobs had turned to silent tears. Her heart beat fast as she trembled while waiting for the slam of Blaine's bedroom door. The moment she heard it she quickly left her room, quietly ran down the stairs, through the house, and out to the barn.
Anastasia was simultaneously shocked and relieved to find Luther lying unconscious on the ground. She cried and whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over as she tried to gently brush the manure away from his face. She ran back to the house and down the hall to the bedroom of Nate, one of the guards who served as her main driver.
"Please…please help me. I-I have to get him to a hospital. Please help me."
"Mrs. Anderson…your son's gonna cut my balls off."
"Please…I'll give you money to leave town just please…please help me."
Nate sighed. "Shit. Come on."
Blaine opened his eyes.
He rolled over and stared at the empty space next to him. Why aren't you here, Kurt? I need you so much.
Memories of the previous night slid through his mind. No. It's better that you're not here. I don't want you in the middle of all this bullshit.
He took a shower, threw on a shirt and a pair of Dalton sweatpants, and headed downstairs.
Telio was sitting at the dining room table in front of an untouched plate of food. Blaine sat down across from him. The silence was tense, heavy, and thick as Blaine tried to figure out what to say.
"I'm sorry."
Telio didn't speak and didn't look up.
"I never, ever should have doubted you. After all you've done for me…watching over me…putting yourself in danger for me...I'm sorry. I promise…I'll never, ever question your loyalty again. Ever."
Silence.
Blaine decided to keep going. "I also want you to know that my dad…what happened with your mom, it doesn't change anything. If anything it confirms what I've always felt. You're my real brother, Telio. My true brother."
Telio's head snapped up. "Well, that's mighty big of you, Blaine," he sneered. "I'm so glad you're able to forgive your father's indiscretions. Funny how your forgiveness doesn't extend to your mother."
Blaine shook his head. "I'm not saying I forgive him, but regardless, it's not the same thing. My mother cheated on my father with his best friend while he lay dying."
"Cheating is cheating, Blaine. Whether the other person is healthy or dying, cheating is cheating."
Blaine shook his head. "No! She started having an affair with her dying husband's best friend! My dad only did it once. I'm not saying that makes it right, but it's not the same thing."
"Really, Blaine? Why are you so fucking blind when it comes to him?"
"And why are you ungrateful!"
Telio jumped up knocking the chair over. "Ungrateful? I'm sorry, but I didn't realize I should be grateful your dad used my mother like every other asshole out there!"
"You should be grateful for all he did for you! It wasn't his fault your mother was a…"
Blaine fell out of the chair and hit the ground like a brick from the power of Telio's punch.
"Fuck you, Blaine! Fuck you!" Telio stormed out.
Blaine tried to sit up, but his head throbbed with painful dizziness. The cook came in to remove Telio's plate. She looked down at him disdainfully. She was still pissed about Kurt being in charge of all the funeral dinners.
"Can I get you anything, sir?"
Blaine slowly pulled himself back into the chair.
"Water…and some ibuprofen." The cook left and returned a moment later with the pills and water which she set down in front of him.
"Anything else?"
"No. Thank you." She looked at him in disgust and left.
Blaine swallowed the pills and laid his head down on the table.
How did I manage to fuck up so badly?
I have got to get my shit together.
Once the pain in his head lessened, he headed downstairs to see Telio. He had to make things right.
Telio was packing.
"What are you doing?"
"Leaving."
"No, Telio, please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I never meant…you're right about my dad. What he did was wrong, but if I got you because of it then I'm glad it happened. You're my best friend. My brother. Please don't leave. I can't do this without you."
"I'm done being used by you and your fucked up family. I always knew Mario took me in partly out of guilt and partly because he needed someone to take care of you, but I was okay with that because at least he cared enough to bother. Guilt was something that slid off of him easily. He would have forgotten me in time, so the fact that he took the extra step of actually adopting me…but now…knowing what he did…"
"It doesn't matter, Telio! It doesn't change anything! If anything in some strange way I think it makes it even better. You heard Luther. My dad was panicked about the pregnancy and relieved you weren't his. He wanted to walk away and he could've walked away even after your dad died, but he didn't. He didn't and that means something. It means that maybe he cared more for your mother than he claimed, and we know he thought highly of your father. Please, Telio…let's not make this about you and me because it isn't. I don't care how you got here, I'm just glad you're here because I love you. You're my brother, and I love you. Please don't go."
"You questioned my loyalty, Blaine! My loyalty! Me! The person willing to die for you! How is that supposed to make me feel? How am I supposed to be willing to take a bullet for you knowing that you don't even trust me?"
Blaine took a deep breath and slowly nodded. "You're right. That is fucked up, so we're not doing it anymore."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are no longer responsible for my safety. You are no longer my bodyguard. From now on you're just my brother, my best friend, and my consigliere."
"I can't just stop being responsible for you."
"Of course you can. You never should've had that responsibility in the first place. Don't get me wrong. Please feel free to kill someone coming after me, but it's not your responsibility to follow me around and escort me everywhere. We're…equals. Brothers."
"We're not equal, Blaine. You're still the boss."
"Well, yeah, but from now on your primary mission in life is not to keep me alive."
"You still need a bodyguard."
"Maybe I'll ask Kevin."
"And at school?"
"I'll just have to look out for myself."
Telio rolled his eyes. "Yeah right. The only thing you look out for at school is Kurt's ass. Literally."
Blaine smiled. "But it's such a beautiful ass. I can't help it."
Telio sat down on the bed. "What are we going to do about school? Kurt seems to think we're going back in the fall. That might have been a possibility before with Luther, but now…"
Blaine leaned against the dresser and folded his arms. His eyes grew dark and focused.
"I'm not getting rid of Luther."
"You're not?"
"No. Killing him would've destroy my relationship with my mother. Sending him away would turn him into a threat. He knows everything about our family and our businesses. He could go to one of our enemies and offer to spill in exchange for money and protection. It's like my dad used to always say. Keep your enemies close, and your family closer, especially when family is your enemy."
"So he's staying CEO of Anderson Construction?"
"Yes, but I'm creating the position of President and moving Denise Hankerson into the role. Luther will be strictly top level focusing on long-term strategy. Denise will be day-to-day operations."
Telio mulled this over. "Denise and Luther have an icy relationship."
Blaine nodded. "Because Denise isn't scared to question his decisions. She'll be a good safeguard. Eventually I'll move Luther to Chairman where he'll just manage the board, and Denise will become President and CEO."
They sat in silence, but it wasn't heavy and tense like earlier. Instead it was thoughtful, but settling as both men reached agreement about all the issues swirling between them.
"So, you'll stay?"
"If it's okay with your mother. She might not want me here anymore now that she knows about your dad and my mom."
Blaine's voice was cold. "That's not up to her. She's lucky I'm allowing her to stay."
"Blaine…"
"Don't. Don't make excuses for her or come to her rescue. My mother's appearance of submissive weakness was all for my father's benefit. It was how they got off. Believe me, I know. My mother is strong as hell and smarter than she lets on. How do you think she survived all these years? She killed him, Telio. She killed him so she could hurry up and be with her lover."
"Blaine, I know you don't wanna hear this, but he was going to die. The doctors wanted us to let him go, but they were scared to say anything to you."
"Maybe I could accept that if it weren't for the Luther of it all. She didn't kill him out of love for him. She killed him out of love for Luther."
"And for you."
"What?"
"She took the decision away from you. Gave you one less thing to worry about. She also solidified your role as boss."
Blaine shook his head. "Whatever. You can attach as many reasons to it as you want. At the end of the day she cheated on him with his best friend and then hurried his death."
Telio decided to let it go and keep his final thought to himself.
Well, she is an Anderson. What do you expect? All of you are selfish, murderous, and twisted as hell.
"So, you're staying?"
Telio nodded. "Yeah. I'm staying."
"Thank you."
Telio shrugged. Blaine headed towards the door but then turned around.
"Telio…I really do love you."
"Yeah, I know."
Blaine hesitated for a moment and then threw himself at Telio, wrapping his arms around him. Telio returned the embrace, but said nothing.
Blaine let him go with a goofy grin and headed upstairs.
Telio started unpacking.
I love you too, Blaine. I love you, too.
It was a little after 7:00 pm when Anastasia quietly entered the house. She was exhausted and scared, but at least Luther was alive. Blaine didn't kill him. That had to mean something.
But what?
She headed towards the stairs.
"Good evening, mother."
Blaine was sitting in the living room obviously waiting for her to arrive. He was wearing pressed black pants, a baby blue button down shirt with the first button undone and matching light blue and pearl cufflinks. His hair was perfectly slicked down with carefully applied gel.
Mario…no, of course it's not Mario.
"We need to talk," said Blaine.
"Yes, I-I know. Can I just…"
"Sit down."
Her desire to protest was crushed by the rock hard tone of his voice and his unforgiving expression. She sat down.
Blaine crossed his legs and placed his hands on his knee. Anastasia watched his movements with growing fear. With Mario she knew what those movements meant, but with Blaine she had no idea.
"Is your lover still alive?"
Anastasia hesitated before answering. "Luther is still alive. The doctor said he'll recover. Eventually."
"Good. As much as I would have preferred to kill him, I know it's best for everyone if he's alive. Luther is a valuable member of this family. Always has been, always will be, but his behavior has cost him certain privileges."
Anastasia swallowed. "Privileges?"
"Yes. Like the privilege of fucking my mother. That's over. You are no longer available for his bed, and he is no longer welcome in this house."
Anastasia remained silent.
"Oh, but don't worry. I don't expect you to stay single forever. You're welcome to date once an appropriate amount of time has passed, but Luther is not an option."
"Blaine, I know you're upset, but…"
"I catch the two of you together, I cut his dick off and feed it to him. Are we clear?"
The deep pools of dark hazel, the smooth crispness of his voice, the calm tone, and relaxed body language.
Mario…
Anastasia nodded.
"Good. Now as for you, you're leaving."
"Leaving?"
"You're going to Florida to visit your sister. You will stay there until I say you can return."
Anastasia opened her mouth to protest but then closed it. She hadn't seen her sister in years. Things between them had grown strained after their parents died. Annalise hated Mario and couldn't understand why Anastasia insisted on staying with him. Every conversation turned into an argument. Anastasia found it easier to just stay away. Besides, Mario hated when she traveled.
"You leave Thursday. Aunt Annalise is looking forward to seeing you, especially since she didn't attend dad's funeral."
Anastasia struggled to find her voice.
"I'm still your mother, Blaine. You can't just tell me…"
"You are a murderer. A lying, cheating, murderer. Yes, you're still my mother, and somehow…somehow I still love you. I do, but I can't have you here…not right now. I need time. Space. Every time I look at you I see that video of you killing dad. I need time before I can even consider forgiving you."
"Blaine…please…I know you don't believe me, but I did it for him and for you."
"You did it for yourself."
"You know what? You're right. I did do it in part for myself. Watching him become not even a shadow of the man I loved…wasting away…it was killing me, so yes, you're right. In part I did do it for myself, but not because of Luther. Never because of Luther. I did it for Mario, and I did it for us – you and me and Telio. I hope that one day you can believe that."
Blaine just shook his head.
Anastasia stood up. "I suppose I should start packing."
She turned to leave, but then stopped.
"Why didn't you kill him? Your father would have."
"I told you. He's a valuable member of our family."
"What are you going to do to him?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"I've done all I plan to do. Luther will continue working for Anderson Construction like always. Like I said. He's a valuable member of our family."
Anastasia nodded and turned to leave.
"I may look like my father, but I'm not him. Not completely."
Kurt took another bite of pizza and closed his eyes. "Mmmm. So freaking good."
Burt smiled. "I can't believe there's not a LaRosa's in Westerville. I thought they covered the entire state by now."
Kurt shook his head. "I wish. Their sauce is so rich and delicious."
"Agreed."
Kurt and Burt were having dinner together, just the two of them. It had been a good day. Kurt had gone to the shop for the first time since the kidnapping. He'd been nervous at first, but soon the sounds and smells reminded him that this was home. He forced himself to stand in the waiting room alone and take a few breaths. He shook a little as remnants of fear sprouted from his memories of the first punch, but he shook them off and stood a little taller. Cooper was dead by Kurt's own hand. Kurt could handle himself. He was a survivor. Everything was okay.
Burt looked on worriedly. "You okay, kiddo?"
Kurt turned to him and smiled. "Yeah, dad. I'm great. Now, how do those files look?"
After a full day at the shop, Burt called Carol and told her they were going to stop for pizza. He wanted some alone time with his son.
Burt listened as Kurt told him all about the funeral dinners he'd arranged and attended with Blaine.
"It's really crazy and frankly, rude. Here you are in mourning over someone you just lost, but you have to choose the right wine for the seven course meal you have to prepare and serve to like 30 of your closest friends and associates. The whole thing was ridiculous."
Burt nodded. "Good thing nothing like that exists for mechanics. Everybody would've been lucky to get beer nuts, Budweiser, and KFC."
Kurt laughed and Burt's heart swelled. He listened to Kurt go on for a few more minutes before clearing his throat.
"So, I, uh wanted to talk to you about something."
Kurt nodded and braced himself. Why Blaine Anderson is Bad for You Part 36.
"So, I haven't had a chance to tell you that your report card came from Dalton, and I'm really proud of how well you did this year. I know Dalton's a much tougher school than McKinley, but you still pulled out all As. That's great, Kurt. I'm really proud of you."
Wow. Report cards. School seemed like a lifetime ago. "Thanks dad."
"I also wanted to let you know that I talked to that Principal Figgins and it turns out that David Karofsky has transferred to another school one town over. He's not coming back next year."
Kurt nodded. Okay. Whatever.
"So, if you'd like to finish your senior year at McKinley, you can."
"Oh." Kurt was surprised. Not what he was expecting.
"It'd be great to have you back home, Kurt. I miss you. Carol misses you. Even Finn misses having you around to yell at him."
Kurt reached over and took his dad's hand. "Thank you. Thank you for suggesting it, but I think I'd rather stay at Dalton. Yes, I miss McKinley, but Dalton is wonderful. I love the Warblers, I'm getting a much better education, and I'm not sure how changing schools again would look on my transcripts, and…
Burt interrupted. "And you don't wanna leave Blaine."
Kurt wasn't going to lie. "Yes, Blaine is a part of it. I'd miss him. A lot. But he's not the only reason for my decision. I really do like Dalton." And Dalton is safe. I know real danger now, dad, and David Karofsky is not it.
Burt looked hard at his son. Kurt stared back and then a thought struck him. "Wait. Does this have to do with money? Did tuition go up? If it's too expensive then…" I'm sure Blaine would pay.
Burt shook his head. "No, no, of course not. This has nothing to do with money. I just wanted you to know that you had a choice. You could come back if you wanted to."
"Thanks, dad. I appreciate the offer, but I'd really like to stay at Dalton."
"Okay. If that's how you really feel, then okay. I'm not going to push. Dalton it is."
Kurt nodded and smiled.
In bed that night Kurt thought about his dad's offer. He was sure it was a ploy to get him away from Blaine. Nice try, dad.
But…if Blaine and Telio didn't return to Dalton…maybe he'd reconsider.
Thursday morning Blaine gave his mother a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before closing the door of the limousine that would take her to the airport. He and Telio watched the car disappear down the drive. Telio glared at Blaine.
"I can't believe you sent her away."
"She hasn't seen her sister in years. It'll be a nice reunion."
"You're punishing her."
"Yes. By sending her to Florida to stay in a five star resort hotel, in the penthouse suite to reconcile with her sister who used to be her best friend."
"You're doing this to keep her away from Luther."
Blaine didn't say anything.
Telio shook his head. "Fine. Whatever. Now what?"
Blaine grinned. "Now, I plan for my vacation."
"What vacation?"
"Kurt and I are headed to Belize."
"Belize?"
"Yep." Blaine shimmed his hips and danced around a bit.
Telio frowned. "Are you taking security?"
Blaine grinned. "You're not my bodyguard anymore, remember? Not your concern."
"Please don't be stupid."
"I won't be stupid, I'll be fine."
"Blaine…"
"I'll be fine, Telio. Don't worry about it. Not your job anymore. Why don't you go to London and see Alicia?"
"Oh, I'm sure her parents would love that."
"I bet Alicia would love it. You should totally go."
Telio shook his head and headed inside.
And downstairs to his bedroom where he pulled up flights to London on his computer.
Friday morning Blaine got dressed and headed to Anderson Construction. The senior leadership team had been told that Luther was in a bad accident and would be out for 6-8 weeks. Rumors had immediately begun swirling about what leadership changes were coming. Blaine met with Denise Hankerson to offer her the role of company president. She was shocked and thrilled to happily accept. Blaine worked with the PR team to draft the necessary emails to the board and staff. Once he was satisfied that the proper announcements had been made he spent the rest of the day reviewing the books and meeting with the heads of the various departments who were surprised and unnerved by being called into the owner's office. Blaine tried to help people relax and feel comfortable, assuring them that he just wanted an update on how things were going. No one was in trouble, and no one was getting fired.
Once he was satisfied that everything was in order he headed to the hospital to see Luther. The guards nodded as Blaine approached and then smirked at each other once he was inside. Only an Anderson would visit their half dead victim.
Blaine stood at the foot of Luther's bed with a loathsome stare.
"Hello, Luther."
Luther couldn't see due to the bandages over his damaged eyes. The pain medication left his mind hazy and unfocused.
"Mario?"
Blaine arched an eyebrow. Well, this was interesting.
"Yes, Luther, it's me. How are you?"
"I'm sorry…Mario. I never…you know…how much I love you. I've always loved you."
"Yes. You loved me so much that you fucked my wife."
"I…we…we thought…I would have never….never, Mario. She was so…lost without you. I just…I just wanted her to be okay. You told me…told me to take care of her…"
"That didn't mean sleep with her."
"Didn't mean to…I swear…she just…she was so… forgive me."
Blaine stepped closer. "Why did you kill me, Luther?"
Luther rolled his head from side to side. "No…no…I didn't…she did that…I would never…I love you, Mario. I love you."
Blaine gripped the bars of the bed. His voice tight. "Luther, I need to know the truth. Did you help Stasia poison me?"
"No…no…I would never…you're my best friend…she told me after…I would have stopped her…"
Blaine closed his eyes. My mother killed my father all on her own. All by herself. I was so sure he forced her hand.
If only Luther had stopped talking.
"I'm sorry, Mario…I'm sorry for Blaine…"
"Blaine?"
"I left him in danger…he called for help and…I did send help but…I…I was slow…I…I…I'm sorry…"
Blaine's mind was racing. "What? Luther, what are you talking about? Luther? Luther?"
Luther passed out. A nurse entered the room. "Sir, you really shouldn't be here. Mr. Luther is on heavy medication and should not have visitors."
"He was talking a moment ago," said Blaine desperately. "Luther? Luther wake up!"
The nurse scowled angrily. "Sir! You need to leave immediately before I call security."
"I am his security."
"Hospital security."
Blaine stared at Luther for a moment more before leaving. He called Telio the moment he was in his car.
"What do you think?"
"That explains why it took so long for Vince and the others to get there. He didn't send them when we first called. He waited. Shit. But it doesn't make sense. What was he hoping for?"
"Uh, for me to get killed, duh."
"Maybe. I don't know, Blaine. I just don't think Luther's as evil as you believe. Your mother was lost, and Mario did tell him to take care of her. Both of them had just lost the people they loved. In Mario's case you could argue he'd just lost two people he loved – Lisa and Mario. It wasn't about hurting you, or even hurting your dad. I know you don't see it that way, but it really wasn't."
"So, that makes it all okay?"
"Did I say that?"
"Then stop making excuses for them!"
"Fine. Are you almost home?"
"Yeah."
"Good. I don't like this new arrangement. It's easier to be with you than to sit around worrying about you."
"Thanks for worrying about me."
"Always."
Saturday.
Time to go get Kurt.
It had definitely been the longest week of Blaine's life, second only to the weeks Kurt was missing. With everything going on they hadn't talked or texted much and Blaine was aching from how much he missed him.
He pulled up in front of the Hummel-Hudson home at exactly 1:00 pm. Kurt came running out. They ran to each other and slammed themselves into a tight hug, holding each other for a full minute before Blaine grasped Kurt's face in his hands and kissed him long and deep before they returned to holding each other.
"I missed you so much, gorgeous."
"I missed you, too."
"Please…please don't leave me anymore. I can't stand it, Kurt. I can't fucking stand it."
"I won't."
Blaine greeted Carol with a warm smile that she couldn't help but return. Finn nodded and chatted with him a moment before disappearing upstairs. Blaine nodded at Burt. "Hello Mr. Hummel."
"Blaine."
Kurt hugged Carol and his dad while Blaine carried his bags out to the car.
"Are you gonna make it back home before school begins?" asked Burt.
"I'll try. I know we're going on vacation, so maybe when I get back."
"Vacation? Where?"
"I think Belize."
"Belize?" said Burt with questioning surprise. Carol clapped her hands together and oohed. "Wow. I'd love to go there one day. Be sure to take plenty of pictures."
Kurt suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He was going on a vacation his father couldn't even think about affording.
"I'll try to come home before school starts."
Burt walked Kurt out and gave him one more hug. "You be careful, you call me, and…just be careful."
Kurt nodded. "I will. I love you, dad."
"Love you too, kiddo."
Burt watched Blaine back out and head down the street. He also watched the black Lincoln that had been parked in front of his house all week pull off and follow Blaine. He shook his head.
Kurt's his own man. These are his choices, but why choose him? Why Blaine?
x-x-x
The moment they hit the highway Kurt started his interrogation.
"So, what's been going on?"
"What makes you think anything's been going on?"
"Well, first of all we've barely talked or texted all week, and we only had phone sex once. That's not the Blaine Warbler I've come to know and love, so that tells me that Mafia Blaine was very busy while I was gone."
Blaine focused on the road and tried to think of the right response. Kurt called him on it.
"Stop trying to think of what to say and just tell me what happened. Did you confront your mother and Luther about your dad? Did the autopsy report come back? Oh, God…you didn't kill Luther, did you? Is your mother okay?"
Blaine couldn't help but smile at Kurt's excited panic. He was so adorable. "No, I haven't killed anyone, but yes some things did happen while you were gone."
Kurt waited for Blaine to continue but Blaine said nothing as he tried to figure out what to share and what to keep secret.
"Go on."
"Well…I guess the first thing you should know is that my mother is gone. She's in Florida visiting her sister. I'm not sure when she'll be back."
"Oh." Kurt felt a little disappointed. He'd planned to work on mending their relationship. "Okay, so what did you find out? Was your father murdered?"
Blaine sighed. He really didn't want to relive the past few days. He just wanted to be with Kurt.
"Kurt…can we talk about all this later? I missed you, and…I just wanna be with you, okay? I don't wanna think about all that right now."
"I'm sorry. It's just we haven't talked and I know you had a lot to deal with, and in hindsight I probably should have stayed with you, and…"
"Kurt. Stop. It's fine. I'm fine. How was your visit?"
Kurt pushed his curiosity aside and began filling Blaine in on all the happenings with his family and friends. Blaine relaxed and listened to Kurt's happy chatter the rest of the way home.
But the moment he stepped inside the house, Kurt could sense a change. The atmosphere felt different. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and inhaled deeply. Something had definitely happened. Something big.
He waited until they were in Blaine's room and tried to sound casual as he unpacked.
"So, what's been going on around here?"
Instead of answering the question Blaine pulled Kurt into his arms and nuzzled his neck. "Do you have any idea how much I missed you?"
Kurt closed his eyes. "I missed you, too."
Blaine worked a finger under the collar and pulled. "Have you been a good boy, Kurt?"
"Y-yes. Absolutely."
Blaine's whisper was dark and hot in his Kurt's ear, and sent sparks flying through his body.
"Are you still my personal whore, gorgeous?"
Kurt couldn't stop the moan that emanated from somewhere deep and wanting within him. Why did he love being called a whore?
"Yes."
"Good."
There was no more talking as their mouths locked and their hands hungrily explored each other's bodies. All too quickly they were naked and wrapped around each other, touching, kissing, stroking. Blaine didn't protest when Kurt flipped them over and pinned his wrists into the mattress. After everything he'd been through that week, Blaine welcomed Kurt's desire to top. He relaxed, spread his legs, and let go completely as Kurt sank deep inside him moving slow and lovingly. Reconnecting and reassuring. Blaine marveled at how gorgeous Kurt glowed as his orgasm raced through him and left him a whining, panting, boneless heap on top of Blaine. Blaine rolled them and shifted until he was spooning Kurt close and tight. Kurt tried to protest.
"But, you haven't…"
"Shhhh. I don't need to. I'm fine."
"But…"
"Relax, Kurt."
Kurt wanted to argue, but he felt so warm, relaxed and sleepy.
"I love you."
"I love you too, gorgeous."
x-x-x
An hour later Kurt opened his eyes and rolled over. Blaine was lying next to him, flat on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling.
"Hi."
Blaine looked at him and smiled. "Hi."
Kurt went to the bathroom and returned to sit on the bed. He placed his hand on Blaine's tummy. He loved the cute little belly that remained despite Blaine's workouts with Telio. He leaned down and planted a small kiss.
"You can go lower if you like."
Kurt sat up and looked into Blaine's sexy, smiling eyes. He shook his head. He needed to know what happened while he was gone.
"Maybe I'll go lower if you tell me what I missed this week."
The smile disappeared from Blaine eyes replaced by a flash of sadness and then anger.
"Lots of bullshit happened this week. Where would you like me to start?"
"Why is your mother in Florida?"
"Because she killed my father."
Kurt's hands flew to his mouth. "What?"
Blaine told him the story of the video tape, skipping the attack at Anderson Construction.
"She couldn't deny it. It was clearly her."
"But…did she want to do it? Did Luther make her?"
"No. It was all her, but someone had to help her. My mother doesn't know where to get liquid cyanide."
"How do you know?"
Blaine suddenly looked confused. "What do you mean?"
"What makes you think that after years of being married to the mob that your mother doesn't know where or how to get liquid cyanide?"
Blaine suddenly felt foolish. Kurt was right. He shouldn't underestimate his mother. She'd proven that she was stronger and more devious than he'd ever imagined.
"I guess you're right."
"So, what about Luther?" Kurt flinched as Blaine's expression turned dark.
"He didn't kill my father, but he was definitely sleeping with my mother."
Kurt swallowed and hesitantly asked the next question.
"So…where is he?"
"In the hospital."
"The hospital?"
"Yeah. At the last moment I decided mercy and usefulness was a better way to go than a painful death." Blaine's expression scared Kurt enough that he decided he didn't want to know anymore.
"So, now what?"
Blaine suddenly sat up and lunged himself at Kurt. Kurt squealed as Blaine pushed him back and down on to the bed, climbing on top of him and holding him down. He pressed a firm kiss to Kurt's lips.
"Now, we go to Belize, but first I have something to show you."
Blaine rolled off of Kurt and walked to his closet. Kurt sat up and admired Blaine's back muscles as he reached up to pull something off the shelf. When he turned around Kurt's insides dipped and clenched with warning. Blaine was holding a rectangular box and the look in his eyes made Kurt want to kneel on the floor. Blaine and boxes always meant something sexually sinister.
Blaine walked towards him with a dark, sexy stare. He sat down and placed the box on the bed between them. He reached up and gently placed his hand on the side of Kurt's neck, lightly stroking the skin above Kurt's collar.
"This week was really hard. I missed you so much it physically hurt. I hate being away from you. I know it's not right, but I really just want you tied up in my room waiting for me. It's like my number one fantasy."
Kurt shuddered. His body knew this game well and wanted to play anyway.
"But of course, I don't want you just sitting here waiting for me. That would be boring." Blaine opened the box and took out a silk bag. Kurt swallowed hard as he stared at the strange contraption Blaine pulled out of the bag.
"This is a wrist to ball restrainer. I saw it online and immediately thought of you."
Kurt's submissive desire burned hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Despite eyeing the restrainer warily, his cock grew hard as he slowly realized how it worked.
Blaine leaned over and kissed him softly before staring directly into his eyes.
"Do you trust me, Kurt?"
The most loaded question of their relationship.
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
Blaine smiled. "On your knees, on the bed, hands behind your back."
Kurt obeyed and could barely stand the thrill rushing through him as Blaine locked his wrists together with the leather restraints. He then felt a thick piece of leather being pulled from the center of the restraints over his ass crack. He inhaled and choked as Blaine wrapped the thick leather belt around his balls and pulled tight until Kurt managed to choke out "Enough…please…please…enough." Blaine buckled the leather in place and then locked it with a small padlock. He rested his hand on the back of Kurt's neck.
"Try to move your wrists."
Kurt tried to lift his arms and gasped as the motion created a sharp tug to his balls. Every time he moved his arms his balls were pulled. Blaine rubbed his neck softly.
"You look amazing, Kurt. So gorgeous and…trapped, and just look at how beautiful your cock is. So hard and at full attention."
Kurt stayed very still in an effort not to pull his balls. He was floating on the very edge of the dizzy warm space he loved. Blaine whispered in his ear.
"Like I said, my number one fantasy is you tied up in my room waiting for me. Are you willing to fulfill my fantasy, gorgeous?"
"Now?" asked Kurt in a desperate, needy voice. Blaine smiled at Kurt's tone. "No, not now, but soon. I'll have several meetings when we return from vacation. I think that will be the perfect time. For now, why don't we just practice?"
Blaine walked over to his desk, sat down and opened his laptop. Kurt took a deep breath and slowly leaned forward until his head rested on the bed. This created a slight and constant pull on his balls. He carefully sat back up and through trial and error discovered a comfortable way to rest his head on the bed and relax his arms by pulling his body into a tight ball. He couldn't completely eliminate the tug to his balls, but he could make it bearable. Once settled he closed his eyes and began to free fall into the submissive space in his mind.
"Can you come here, Kurt?"
Kurt's eyes flew wide open. What? Move?
Blaine turned around and stared appreciatively at the gorgeous sight of Kurt kneeling on the bed, bound so beautifully. He could practically hear Kurt's thoughts as he tried to figure out a way off the bed without pulling his balls.
"Come here, Kurt. Now."
Oh, boy.
Kurt sat up on his knees and then braced himself as he fell back to his ass in order to swing his feet to the floor. He gasped and groaned as every movement pulled and tugged, but he managed to stand up and walk over to the desk. Blaine wrapped a lubed hand around Kurt's cock and began to stroke.
"Good boy, Kurt. I want to show you the itinerary for our trip. We leave in the morning."
The computer screen swam in front of Kurt's eyes as Blaine sped up his stroking. "Lean forward, Kurt."
Kurt leaned forward and whined as the movement pulled his balls.
"Right there. Don't move."
Kurt's whines turned into grunts as Blaine sped up his stroking. "You're not allowed to come."
Kurt started begging with stuttered pleas for his release which Blaine calmly refused. After several minutes he removed his hand and Kurt almost fell over onto the desk. Blaine turned him to the bed. "Back on your knees." Kurt moved slowly and managed to settle himself on the bed. Blaine unlocked the leather from around his balls, but kept the wrists restraints in place. Kurt exhaled as exhausted "thank yous" tumbled from his lips.
His body was so relaxed after being so tight that the lube Blaine was squirting in his ass didn't register until he felt two fingers hook into the back of his collar and felt the quick, smooth entry into his ass. His gasp was cut off and replaced with the struggle to breathe as Blaine pounded him hard and deep while pulling the collar. Right as darkness started to creep in and push Kurt into unconsciousness, Blaine released the collar allowing him to breathe for a minute before hooking his fingers in again. The choking sensation created a tight storm of incredibly erotic pleasure peppered with fear. Kurt was lost in the middle of the storm, sliding from fear to panic to intense need for release that landed deep in his aching balls and hard cock. Blaine pushed him to the very brink of self-destruction before quietly whispering, "Now you may come."
Kurt wailed and cried through his orgasm, coming at the same time Blaine filled his ass with his own release. It was several minutes later when Blaine unlocked the restraints and pulled Kurt's wrists around to the front before locking them back on. Kurt held his locked wrists to his chest and snuggled back into Blaine's body. Blaine held him tight and whispered words of love and gratefulness.
"I love you so much, Kurt. You're so gorgeous, hot, and sexy. Such a sexy, willing whore for me. I love how you let me have my way with your amazing body. So lovely and perfect in every way. Thank you, Kurt. Thank you for letting me have you the way I need you. I promise…I'll never break you. I don't have to because you're so good to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you…"
x-x-x
Later that evening Kurt and Blaine camped out in the family room with popcorn and cheesecake. Kurt had discovered the rarely used family room during the funeral week and insisted they start using it. It was a huge room with a large comfy sectional couch, several large comfy chairs and the biggest flat screen TV Kurt had ever seen inside someone's home.
Kurt was worked up about their 9:00 am departure time for Belize.
"I haven't had time to plan my outfits. I was gonna go shopping."
"We can shop there, Kurt. I'll buy you anything you want."
Kurt mulled this over. New clothes. New clothes were good.
"Okay, deal. How long will we be gone?"
Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. A few weeks."
"Is Telio coming?"
"No."
"No?"
"No. I am no longer Telio's responsibility. Besides, we'll be fine in Belize."
"What do you mean you're no longer Telio's responsibility?"
"It's time for Telio to be treated like a true member of this family. He's my brother, and my consigliere, and that's it."
"But who will protect you?"
"I'll protect myself and when necessary I'll have additional security. It's time for Telio to stop carrying the weight of worrying about me."
"Never happen."
Kurt and Blaine looked up as Telio walked in and sat down heavily in one of the chairs.
"I don't need you looking after me anymore," said Blaine.
Telio rolled his eyes. "Bullshit."
Blaine was about to protest when Kurt cut him off.
"How's Alicia?"
Telio frowned. "On punishment. Her parents are ticked about her coming to the funeral. They want me to come over for dinner when they return."
Kurt clapped his hands. "That's a great idea! Once they meet you and see how nice you are they'll feel better about everything."
Telio and Blaine stared at him. Kurt stared back.
"What?"
Blaine laughed. "Like your dad felt better after meeting me?"
Kurt shook his head. "That was different."
"How?"
"He did like you…until you threatened him and got his son kidnapped."
A beat passed before Kurt started laughing followed by Blaine. Telio looked at both of them as if they were nuts. He threw a pillow at Blaine.
"Not funny, dude."
Blaine grabbed the pillow and smacked him with it.
"Really?" yelled Telio. Kurt grabbed a pillow and attacked Blaine and soon the three were engaged in a full on pillow fight that didn't end until Kurt went to smack Blaine and knocked over a floor lamp instead. Blaine jumped on to the couch.
"Property damage again! Why do you hate lamps so much, Kurt?"
Kurt put his hand on his hip and arched an eyebrow. "I'll pay for it."
"Oh, you bet you will, and that's a more expensive lamp than the one you broke in my room. We'll have to figure out something more valuable than your $10 blow…"
Kurt grabbed a pillow and swung. "My blowjobs are not $10!"
Blaine grinned gleefully. "So, the price dropped? We are definitely going to have to make other arrangements or else you'll never get this paid off. Actually…that's okay with me. Maybe if you do a blowjob an hour…" Blaine ducked Kurt's swing and jumped from the couch to the chair as Kurt chased him screaming, "My blowjobs are priceless!"
Telio dropped the pillow he was holding and shook his head.
"Okay. I'm out. Goodnight." He quickly left the room.
Kurt continued to chase Blaine as he hopped around on the furniture until he suddenly jumped down and grabbed Kurt around the waist. He wrestled him to the floor and pinned him beneath him.
"I tell ya what," he panted. "Instead of blowjobs, I'll bring the wrist to ball restraint to Belize. You can work off the cost of the lamp by the number of hours you spend wearing it. I'll even take off extra if you wear a cock cage at the same time."
Kurt ignored his body's internal screams of agreement. "I thought this was supposed to be a vacation. Now you wanna make me work?"
"Oh, you're gonna work, gorgeous. We're both gonna work. You're gonna work my cock with your mouth, and I'm gonna work your ass over, and over, and over. You're gonna work like a first of the month whore."
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and flipped them over. He gave Blaine a wet, tongue filled kiss.
"Do you promise?"
Blaine nodded. "Absolutely. I promise."
Kurt smirked at him. "Finally. A promise I know you can keep."
4 more chapters. I think.