"Wow," she said. "That's a big step."

Kurt thought he heard her chuckling, but that might be his imagination. His nerves were all over the place now he had said the word. His hand was trembling so much he had to steady it with the other one.

"Are you...would you be okay with that? I mean, do you think it's too soon? We've just been together for one year, after all..."

"It seems that you are the one who thinks this," she said.

"Well, yes," he said. "And no. I mean...seen rationally, it's early. But it doesn't feel like that. It just feels...right."

"So," she said. "You know I'm not the one to ask, don't you? I'm divorced twice, and it's not like I had more luck afterwards. I just gave up getting married. But in my experience, while something that feels right is not always the right thing to do, it's very hard to convince yourself not to do it."

"That's very encouraging," Kurt laughed. "So you're telling me to do it because I'll do it anyway?"

"Basically, yes," she said. "I can't tell you if it's a good time to get married. You're living together, that's the biggest obstacle anyway. If you get along without a marriage certificate, you'll get along with one. And vice versa. The difference isn't that big."

She hesitated for a moment. Kurt could tell she hadn't finished, so he didn't say anything.

"I'll tell you one thing, though," she finally said. "I think for Blaine, it will make a difference. I'm not saying he'll automatically say yes, but...he wants this, I think. He'll want the sense of permanence it'll give him, the security. He'll still say no if it doesn't feel right to him, though. But he loves you very much, and I think you make him happy. So why don't you just ask him instead of me and let him decide?"

He would, if he could find the courage. The only questions open now were how and when. He texted Rachel, Mercedes, and Santana to meet for lunch the next day and make plans.

Now, he had only a few more hours to go before he could get home to Blaine. He sighed and got to work.

…...

Blaine was kneeling by the door in nothing more than a collar, a plug and a cage. He had been making plans all day, mostly writing emails because he wanted to avoid the phone so he wouldn't have to disobey again and wear clothes because he felt uncomfortable naked. He hadn't felt particularly submissive all day, which was good, because it was hard enough to make his emails sound normal with a plug pressing against his prostate every time he shifted in his seat.

But his mindset was changing quickly as he knelt by the door. It was hard not to, when he imagined what Kurt was going to do to him when he got home. He had an idea about what that might be, and he was a little scared. After all, he had been made to serve and pleasure Kurt for days without once getting release himself, and it was a very real possibility that he might disappoint Kurt today.

More than anything, he wanted to avoid that.

When Kurt opened the door and saw Blaine, he smiled.

"I've been thinking about you the whole day," he said, and Blaine smiled happily. "Imagined you kneeling there like this...I've hardly been able to get any work done."

He closed the door and then, to Blaine's delight, opened his pants, bringing his rapidly stiffening cock in front of Blaine's face.

Blaine opened his mouth and let Kurt push inside him. He closed his lips around the familiar length and sucked softly until Kurt groaned in relief.

But after only a short while, Kurt pulled back, leaving him empty.

"Okay, stop," Kurt said and tucked himself back into his pants. "Let's have dinner. If you're good, you may fuck me after."

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said and went to prepare dinner. It was what he had anticipated, and feared a little. But that didn't matter now. It was what Kurt wanted, and that was the only thing that mattered.

Blaine was busy preparing Kurt, slowly opening him with two fingers while his tongue lapped at his balls. He loved hearing the soft sounds Kurt made that showed him he was doing good. He himself was still wearing the plug and the chastity. He expected the chastity to come off soon, and feared that moment. He could feel his cock pressing against it. It felt like it was going to explode the moment it was free.

"Enough," Kurt commanded, and gently, Blaine pulled his fingers out and sat up.

Kurt took a chain from off his neck and showed it to Blaine, letting it swing between them. A little key was attached to it.

"I loved wearing that today," Kurt said. "I loved knowing you were locked up and I alone had the key."

"Yes, Sir," Blaine said softly. "I loved it, too."

Kurt smiled.

"But now we take it off, because I want you to fuck me. But if you like, it can go back on afterwards."

"I would like that," Blaine said. He hesitated, then asked, "For now, though, Sir, may I have a ring?"

Kurt's reaction, he thought, was a little strange. He looked startled and very confused for a moment. Then he laughed softly.

"You mean a cock ring, don't you?" he said.

"Yes, Sir. Please. I need it. I'll come when I fuck you, I can't not. I don't want to disappoint you."

"Well, we can't have that." Kurt said. "You may get one as soon as we get the cage off."

Blaine held his breath when Kurt turned the key in the tiny padlock that was attached to the cock cage. He groaned when it came off, and watched his cock grow into a rigid erection almost immediately.

"Now, what are you waiting for?" Kurt asked. Blaine lifted his eyes from his own cock and looked at Kurt, not understanding.

"Well, go and get your cock ring. You're allowed to open the dresser and pick one you like," Kurt said. "Or have you changed your mind?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, Sir. Please. I want one."

He whined quietly as he climbed gingerly off the bed, his stiff cock bobbing with the movement. It was only a few steps to the dresser, but it seemed like at least a mile as he walked. The plug rubbed against his prostate with every step, and the movement alone seemed to stimulate his cock enough he was afraid he'd come on the spot.

He chose the ring that looked the tightest and most vicious. He'd need any help he could get.

Carefully, he walked back to the bed, feeling Kurt's predatory glance on him with every step. Kurt looked like he wanted to devour him completely, and Blaine had no doubt he'd do exactly that.

It helped him a little over the fact that Kurt was on his back, waiting for him with his legs spread invitingly. So he wanted him to take him this way. Wanted him to set the pace. God.

His cock got impossibly harder, as if it couldn't wait to be inside Kurt.

But first, he had to take a kiss.

One kiss turned into many, and as their tongues tangled, Blaine quickly overcame himself and lay down on top of Kurt, grinding against him.

Kurt indulged him for a moment, even gripping his ass to press him closer against him, but finally, he put an end to it.

He slapped Blaine's ass, hard enough to make Blaine yelp and his cock twitch, and sat up a little to put the cock ring on Blaine.

"Get inside me," he said.

Blaine swallowed drily, lubed himself up, and slowly pushed inside Kurt.

It was torture. Even with the ring, he felt ready to combust, and had to grit his teeth to hold back as he felt Kurt tight around him and heard him moan.

He concentrated on fucking Kurt exactly the way he liked it, slow at first, with regular, long strokes. He cheated a little and took care to graze Kurt's prostate with every move. He needed this to be over soon, needed to make Kurt come, needed to make his Master proud. Above all, he needed to not come.

Moving faster now, he could hear Kurt moan, and himself...he couldn't be sobbing, could he? But he was, he was sobbing with every time he exhaled, sobbing from the exertion to be good for his Master and only him, with no consideration for himself regardless of how incredibly good it felt.

"Touch my cock," Kurt commanded, and Blaine obeyed, holding himself up with one trembling arm while the other hand closed around his Master's erection. And although he wasn't able to uphold any kind of rhythm anymore, it wasn't long until he felt Kurt's come spray on his belly.

He wasn't aware of pulling out or moving, but he was lying in Kurt's arms, trembling and sobbing. His balls felt gigantic and as if they were about to fall off. It hurt, god, it hurt, but that didn't matter, because Kurt was holding him and stroking his hair and telling him how good he was. And though it took a long time until he could stop sobbing, he managed to say some very important words:

"I love you so much, Sir."

Then he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was still dark, but he could tell it wasn't long before Kurt would get up and get ready for work. At some point while he was asleep, Blaine had been cleaned up except for Kurt's come on his belly, which he knew Kurt liked to see on him. Kurt would tell him if he was allowed to shower in the morning or only later tonight, when Kurt had come back and let the sight of his sub marked like this inspire him to torture him some more. Blaine suspected the latter. He had also been freed from the cock ring and put back in chastity. He was very glad he had been asleep while Kurt did that, as he suspected any touch to his cock, even purely functional, might have sent him over the edge.

Silently, he got up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for Kurt to eat in bed. He had a request and was slightly nervous about it, as the last time he had made a similar request had not gone well. This time was different, and out of different reasons, but...well. Serving Kurt calmed Blaine and would also put Kurt in a good mood.

He knelt beside the bed as he waited for Kurt to wake up, which would inevitably happen as soon as he smelled the coffee. It didn't take long.

"Mmh," Kurt said sleepily. "Thank you, pet. Come up here, I want to cuddle."

Blaine gladly obeyed. He cuddled as close to Kurt as he could without upsetting the little table he had placed on the bed, and let himself be fed morsels of food from Kurt's hand. It made him feel very happy, but also very submissive, and it didn't help him ask for what he wanted. But it was only a small thing, nothing like what he wanted to ask...another time, so he cleared his throat and talked.

"Sir? I have a request."

"What is it?"

"Could we...maybe end or interrupt the scene on Friday?"

"Why?"

Kurt sounded a little worried, but not mad. Blaine exhaled, relieved. He took his cell phone from the night stand and showed Kurt a text from Sam, inviting them to Callbacks on Friday for Karaoke and drinks.

"I'd really like to go, Sir," Blaine said. "I haven't seen him in ages, and he said he's asked others, too, and maybe you could ask Rachel and Mercedes—Sam will be really happy if she's there -, and maybe Mistress Santana and Brittany? It'll be fun, only...I don't want to do it if I'm all subby and...desperate. It doesn't mean you have to let me come before, of course."

"Of course it doesn't," Kurt said. "It's not what I imagined, but it's a good idea. It'll be good to get out of the house and meet everyone. We can do that."

He grinned and put the table away, pulling Blaine into his arms.

"Of course, it means we have to speed things up a little bit so we can do everything I have planned. I think I'll better take the rest of the week off so we have enough time. If you're very, very good, I'll let you come Thursday can start by rimming me."

…...

It was hard to get out of bed in time to meet Rachel and Mercedes for lunch, but it was important. Kurt needed his girls to help him plan his proposal, but at the moment, it didn't look like they would agree on anything.

"Public proposals are always manipulative," Mercedes said. "You should do it when it's just the two of you so he can refuse you without fear of embarrassing himself."

"Thanks for being so sure he'll say no," Kurt said drily, but as usual with these two, he was ignored.

"Blaine and Kurt are both performers, Mercedes," Rachel said. "Even if neither of them has gone that way professionally, performing is in their blood. Only a proposal that is just the right mix of public and private, of romantic and showy, will embody everything they are to each other."

They weren't really getting anywhere, had in fact been talking about the same topic for nearly an hour, and Kurt was getting a headache. The problem was that he agreed with both of them. He wouldn't want to create a situation where Blaine would feel obliged to say yes even if he didn't really want to. But on the other hand, he couldn't imagine doing this without the support—and, yes, the audience—his friends would provide.

He'd have to think about it a little longer. Good thing he wasn't in any hurry.

So they finished their lunch talking about other things, though he noticed the women sharing glances that excluded him, and smiling. But when he asked about it, they denied all of it. It was infuriating. Still, when they parted, he said,

"We're going to Callbacks on Friday. You should come."

Now why were they giggling?