They came back Saturday evening, slept their jet lag off on Sunday, and went back to work on Monday. Mostly, they stayed at their separate homes to start packing boxes. It was preparation for them moving in together, and that made it easier to bear that they had very little time together.

Sometimes, Blaine thought about what had happened at the club in Paris. Had he done the right thing? Or should he have stayed, ignored the presence of his old Dom and tried to have as much fun with Kurt as possible?

He asked Kurt on one of their nightly phone calls.

"I don't think there's right or wrong in this case. No one but you could have decided what to do, because no one but you could know how you felt. You did what was right for you, and that's what's important."

"I know, just...sometimes I have this irrational feeling that I ruined your night."

"You mean like my irrational guilt that I brought you to the club in the first place, although of course rationally I know there was no way for me to have foreseen this? I think you'd have ruined my night if you had decided to stay when really you didn't want to. As it is, I'm just relieved that you seem to be...comparatively okay about it."

"I really am."

He really was. He didn't quite know how, but he certainly wouldn't question it.

After a small pause, Kurt said, "I have a request. Would you let me do the decorating of our new place?"

"Why?" He had no problem admitting that Kurt had the surer taste in things like that, but surely his wasn't that bad that he would have to be kept completely out of it?

"I have reasons of my own that have nothing to do with believing you couldn't do an equally good job. And I promise that we can change anything you don't like about the final result."

"I...if we buy any new furniture, I want to choose it together with you. I wouldn't feel like it was my place too otherwise, you know? Apart from that, as usual, you can do whatever you like."

"I want to choose the bed alone. Otherwise, you've got a deal."

"Are you haggling with me? And why? I mean, between the two of us we have three beds. We just have to choose between your bed, my bed, and the playroom bed."

Blaine wanted the playroom bed. The others were comfy, too, but the playroom bed was so much more...versatile.

He could almost hear Kurt's grin. "No. New bed. For reasons -"

"Of your own, I know. Alright. You choose the bed, everything else we buy we buy together, and apart from that the apartment is yours to go crazy in."

"If anyone is going crazy in our apartment it will be you, pet."

As Blaine had to suppress a moan at that, it was probably true.

"God, I miss you," he said instead. "Can we go furniture shopping on Saturday?"

"Friday," Kurt said. "I'll leave work early. I have plans for us on Saturday."

…...

Kurt had planned the weekend after it had been clear that they wouldn't have time to see each other during the week. As his apartment was a mess due to the preparations for the move and he assumed Blaine's looked the same, he intended to take Blaine out on a date - and that was a perfect opportunity to indulge in a little fantasy that Blaine had shared with him and that since then had occupied his own thoughts more than once.

On Saturday morning, both of them slept in after a stressful but satisfying shopping trip on Friday, but after breakfast, Kurt began to prepare Blaine for their date. He didn't allow him clothes, and he made him do all the chores by himself, a rule that had somewhat softened during the last months, Kurt doing most of them already during the week because he could imagine his time with Blaine better spent than watching him do housework. But today, he just settled on the couch with a magazine he pretended to read while he watched Blaine, who was humming quietly while he worked and looked completely adorable as well as incredibly hot. But something was missing.

Kurt stood up and went to the playroom, looking through one of the boxes until he found a set of nipple clamps. He didn't adorn Blaine often like this, but today he wanted to; he wanted him sensitive, and open, and eager for his touch.

Blaine obediently knelt before him when he beckoned, already nicely pliant and in such a set of mind that Kurt had no doubt he would be able to appreciate what he had planned for them today. Blaine stared at the clamps as if they might attack him, and gasped when Kurt pinched his nipples to get them to harden.

Kurt kissed him gently and said, "You'll wear them for some time while you finish your chores. We'll take them off before we leave."

"It's the taking off I'm afraid of, Sir," Blaine said, wincing as Kurt finally applied the clamps.

Then he looked down on himself, blushed, and stood up to continue working.

But it wasn't long before Kurt summoned him again, because the sight of Blaine working with the clamps on and a cock that was at least half-hard had not left Kurt unaffected, and him being desperate as well as Blaine wasn't part of his plans.

Then, he took the clamps off and sent Blaine to get dressed. The restaurant he had chosen was at the other end of town to minimize the possibility of meeting someone they knew, and getting there would take some time.

…...

They were sitting in the car, Kurt was driving, and Blaine was sitting beside him dressed in clothes Kurt had chosen for him. They were unobtrusive, though not something he wore often, but as he shifted in his seat, he began to understand why Kurt had chosen at least the shirt. It was a dark red color, matching the loose, beige pants he wore, and made of some sort of coarse material that rubbed against his sensitized nipples every time he made a move. It was pain, and it was pleasure, and it was enough to slowly drive Blaine crazy.

He had some inkling of what Kurt was planning today, and the thought of it was enough to make his cock get hard and his throat dry in both desire and panic. He wanted it, so much; but he was scared, too.

"Sir?" he asked, if only for confirmation. "May I ask what we're going to do?"

"You may," Kurt answered, "and you 'll even get an answer. I'm going to Dominate you in public. That's why we're going so far away from home. I'll be subtle enough that people may at least pretend not to notice what's going on, but there'll probably be some amount of humiliation involved."

There was no question in Kurt's voice, but Blaine knew that if he said now he didn't want this, they'd have a completely normal dinner and then go home. It gave him the strength to talk around the lump in his throat, and give in to his desire.

"Yes, Sir," he said.

Kurt nodded. "Good. Then show me you want it."

"What - what do you want me to do, Sir?" They were in a car, on a street in the middle of town. Surely he wouldn't -

"Take out your cock."

Blaine gulped and obeyed, fumbling awkwardly around the seat belt. Then he sat there, with his half-hard cock hanging out of his pants, and Kurt's attention entirely on the traffic. He sat on his hands, terribly wanting to cover himself, but knowing that Kurt wouldn't let him anyway. To no avail, he tried to think of anything else.

At a red light, Kurt gave him a perfunctory glance.

"Not good enough. I want it hard. Stroke it."

"Oh God," Blaine whispered, and closed a trembling hand around his cock.

"Rub your nipples with the other hand. Above the shirt. Make it hurt. I want you to feel them."

So Blaine spent the trip slowly stroking his cock and his nipples. He didn't know where to look; he knew his face must be bright red, and he couldn't bear to look at the passers-by outside and imagine what they might think if they saw him. Nor could he look down and see himself jerking off; it was just too much. So he looked at Kurt, whose eyes where on the road, but who had a small, cruel smile tracing his lips.

At a queue at a red light, which looked like it could take a while, Kurt put two fingers into his mouth. Blaine couldn't help but groan at the sight, and then again when Kurt pushed his hand into Blaine's loose pants and began teasing his rim, finally slowly pushing in. It was almost dry, and it hurt a little, but Blaine was desperate. He pushed down, against the finger, wanting more of it inside him, wanting everything he could get.

Kurt chuckled and began to slowly finger-fuck him, but not without a stern warning.

"Don't you dare to come, pet."

Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "I won't, Sir, I promise."

He felt tears gathering behind his eyelids, and when finally the light went green and Kurt rather abruptly pulled his finger out of Blaine's ass and his hand out of his pants, he couldn't suppress a sob.

He was ready to beg when they finally pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.

"You may dress yourself," Kurt said, and Blaine was pathetically grateful as he tucked himself back in and closed his pants, then climbed out of the car on trembling legs. He looked around a little as he tried to ignore the very obvious erection tenting his pants, and hoped for the cold to do its part as he stalled entering the restaurant.

He had never been in this part of town before, and as there wasn't much here except the restaurant they were about to eat in and another one across the street, he entertained reasonable hopes that they would indeed meet nobody they knew.

He relaxed a little at that thought, but then Kurt stepped behind him and twisted both of his already sore nipples in a way that made him cry out a little.

"You are not to talk to anyone except me," he said. "Do you understand?"

So Blaine just smiled awkwardly at the waitress and let Kurt order for both of them. He looked at his hands and tried not to blush as the waitress smoothly transferred all questions to Kurt, feeling a strange high when she asked, "What will the other gentleman drink?" and Kurt answered as if he wasn't there at all.

He twitched as he spread his napkin on his lap; his cock refused to go down and seemed overly sensitive to even the slightest touch or a word or a gesture that remotely suggested that today, everyone around would know that he completely belonged to Kurt.

Blaine didn't know what he ate. He only knew he did eat at all because Kurt's every second sentence was, "Eat, pet," because he kept getting distracted.

At some point, Kurt accidentally deliberately dropped his fork. The sound of it hitting the floor seemed very loud, and Blaine was on his knees under the table before Kurt could even order him to. He picked up the fork, but then Kurt pulled him between his legs and very briefly pressed his face against his crotch while simultaneously pressing his own foot between Blaine's legs. Then he let him go, and Blaine sat down again on his chair and quickly wiped the fork with his napkin, gave it back to Kurt and then hid his face behind the napkin while he panted for a few seconds.

After dinner, Kurt paid and chatted a little with the waitress, leaving Blaine to sit and smile increasingly pained until Kurt briefly interrupted his conversation to say, "You should probably visit the bathroom before the drive home."

It was a thinly masked order, but the waitress didn't bat an eye, and Blaine nodded and stood up, twisting to hide his still visible erection from view.

In the bathroom, he splashed a little cold water in his face and wondered what would happen now.

The door opened and Kurt stepped in, immediately crowding him against the wall and pressing his hand against the bulge in Blaine's pants. Without a word, he began to rub and stroke until Blaine was panting and biting his lips in order to keep quiet.

"Please, Sir, please..." he begged.

"Do you want to come, pet?" Kurt asked. "Do you want to walk out of here with wet pants, letting everyone see that you just got jerked off in a public bathroom, letting everyone know how dirty you are?"

He did want to come, he really did, but he somehow managed to shake his head.

"No sir, please, don't -" he stammered, but Kurt was already squeezing him again, and in a matter of seconds, Blaine came, biting his hand to avoid crying out.

"Your orgasms belong to me, Blaine, and I decide when they happen," Kurt said and opened the door.

They left the restaurant, and while Kurt allowed Blaine to try and somehow cover the stain on his pants with his hands while they were still inside, he pulled Blaine's arms behind him and held his hands there with one of his as soon as they were outside. In this way, he led him to the car, leaving him wide open for anyone to see who might look their way, and Blaine's spent cock twitched a little as he felt a strange thrill at being manhandled that way.

Then he froze as a surprised female voice asked, "Blaine? Is that you?"