After the performance, Kurt found Blaine on stage.

"I still can't do it," Blaine sighed defeated as he tried the same step repeatedly.

"I think you were perfect tonight," Kurt murmured.

"You were, Kurt. You really bring down the house."

"Oh well I can't help but pull focus," Kurt joked, before becoming serious. "You're friend Sebastian was here tonight."

"He means nothing to me, Kurt," Blaine replied, worried about what Kurt could be thinking. "He scares me."

"Then why did you agree to spending any time with him?" Kurt wondered.

"I don't know," Blaine confessed. "And he got my phone number and has been sending me texts."

Blaine did know. Sebastian was exerting control over him. He wasn't sure how and he hoped Sebastian wasn't aware of it. But it was very hard to tell him no. It felt sort of like when Rachel demanded something and he had to stop himself from immediately doing it for her.

It was improper to respond to either one of them that way. Kurt was his Dom. Not some Warbler or Rachel or even Santana sometimes.

Kurt sighed deeply. "Do I need to get involved? I mean as your Dom?"

"Yes, amour," Blaine admitted. "But can I be there? I love your Dom side a lot."

"We'll see, baby," Kurt smiled amusedly.

"Are we going to Artie's party tonight?" Blaine asked.

"Actually I thought maybe we'd go back to your house. Cross off some firsts," Kurt said with as much confidence as he could muster at the thought of making their first times perfect.

"Yes, amour," Blaine replied happily. Learning with Kurt always felt perfect.

When they got back to Blaine's house, they headed up to Blaine's room.

"If you get uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop, okay baby?"

"Okay, amour," Blaine agreed.

Kurt started stripping off his own shirt. Blaine followed suit and took both their shirts and put them on his chair to make sure they didn't get wrinkled.

Kurt pulled him into a deep kiss, holding him close. Blaine melted into the kiss and let his Dom dictate everything.

Blaine looked at Kurt like he was the only thing left in the world. It had been amazing and fun.

They didn't do much. It was their first time. Sexually, they did very little. But Kurt came just by seeing Blaine try for him.

It didn't make the afterglow any less special. They shared something beautiful. Exploring each others bodies and getting to learn more about each other physically. Blaine vowed to try to connect Kurt's freckles to form pictures.

Now they got to one of the best parts, a sleepy Kurt in his bed. Kurt cuddled him to his chest, his very beautiful pale toned chest that Blaine knew one day he'd memorise.

"You're not down there regretting anything down there, are you baby?" Kurt worried.

"No," Blaine reassured him happily. " I'm enjoying you in my bed."

"Probably as much as I enjoy you in mine," Kurt joked.

"Seven more months, until we'll have a bed together," Blaine grinned, rubbing his foot against Kurt's.

"Just seven?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

"Well I assumed we'd want to get use to the city before we start school," Blaine explained "I don't know exactly when we'd go. So it's still just 7 months and not a more accurate count."

"We'll have to see. I don't want to spend all my savings before we get jobs," Kurt admitted, mentally calculating what he had saved.

"I still have my trust fund. It's from my mom's side of the family," Blaine added helpfully.

"I don't want us to be too reliant on that. It's your money," Kurt dismissed the idea.

"But it'll be our money one day, right?" Blaine reasoned with him.

"Was that a proposal?" Kurt asked. "Because I accept."

Blaine grinned, "It wasn't, but I'm glad to know that you think about that too."

Kurt and Blaine both smiled to themselves, absently drifting closer to each other as they thought about their future together.

The next week was mess.

Sue Sylvester ran an attack ad against Kurt's dad telling people he had a baboon heart and that he was married to a donkey. Which somehow also made Kurt's poll numbers go down.

Rachel had 30% now and the unconscious hockey kid had 15%. Kurt's numbers had dropped to 55%.

Plus Finn outed Santana, so Brittany had taken a break from the campaign to help her through it.

Blaine wanted to help all he could, so he convinced Kurt that they should sing their song to Santana. It was a spectacular failure. Santana didn't care if they accepted her.

Kurt was starting to get scared off how his numbers were dropping for class president. He was now polling in at 50%.

"Maybe I should just stuff the ballot boxes?" Kurt wondered, sitting on the concrete stairs, feeling a little defeated.

"Kurt, we both know that's not a good idea. And what would your Dad think if you ended up getting caught?" Blaine soothed him. "You're going to win. Rachel is at 35% and we both know that number will probably go down after the debate. This school has always had a likability issue with her."

"You're going to win, amour," Blaine promised, resting his head against Kurt's shoulder as he wrapped Kurt in his arms.

In the end, both Hummel's won their election. And a party was thrown at their house to thank all of Burt's supporters and Kurt's friends.

"Would you like anything, Mr. President?" Blaine grinned.

"I'm okay, Blaine," Kurt laughed. "Now how long are you going to keep that up for?"

"I don't know, Mr. President," Blaine laughed. "I'm just so happy for you. And I'm kind of happy I don't have to argue with Brittany about your campaign anymore."

Blaine looked around at all of Burt's supporters. "I almost forgot! I got you present for winning."

"A present, for moi?" Kurt smiled.

"It's not really that special, I got one for your dad too," Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out a box.

"I don't know how my dad would feel about receiving jewelry," Kurt quipped.

"Just open it, Kurt," Blaine sighed lovingly.

Kurt flipped open the box to find a rainbow pin.

"It's for student council meetings or around school. Showing people that you care about gay rights,"

Blaine explained nervously. "If you don't like it I could return it and buy you something nicer."

"Blaine, baby, I love it," Kurt gushed, giving Blaine a tiny kiss. "It's very political of you."

The New Directions were in the choir room trying to get ready for sectionals. Unfortunately, there was fighting going on as usual.

"How is it possible to work under this much pressure?" Blaine complained. "Shouldn't we have finalized weeks ago?"

"No one asked you," Finn replied.

"Blaine is just as much of this glee club as you are Finn," Kurt defended. "He's allowed an opinion."

"Just because his glee club likes to be organized doesn't mean we have to bend to his will!" Finn shot back.

"His glee club is us. Get used it," Kurt sassed back.

"Guys, this isn't going to help us win Sectionals," Mr. Shue finally piped up. "We need to be united."

Finn crossed his arms over his chest, glaring over at Blaine.

"I just don't understand Finn's problem with me," Blaine said frustratedly. "It's like he's offended by anything I say!"

They were at the Lima Bean, after a long hard practice in Glee. Blaine couldn't comprehend why Finn was being so mean.

"I don't know either, baby," Kurt consoled him, taking Blaine's hand. "Maybe he's frustrated that he's not really King of the Glee Club anymore."

Blaine took a sip of his coffee as he felt they were being watched. Blaine looked around and groaned as Sebastian Smythe walked toward them.

"So crazy! I'm sitting over there, checking out this guy. And all of a sudden I'm like, wait a second, I know that hair. What's up?" Sebastian smirked, flirting with Blaine like Kurt wasn't sitting there.

Blaine's eyes screamed panic as he greeted Sebastian, "We've been really busy with Glee Club."

"Practicing for Sectionals, together," Kurt continued in a sickly sweet voice as he glared at Sebastian.

"Congrats on the Warbler win at your sectionals," Blaine commented nicely. "We're up this week."

"Well if there's anyone that can whip the New Directions into a legitimate thread, it's Blaine Anderson," Sebastian commented.

It turned out it wasn't just Sebastian's come ons that made him uncomfortable. Even now he wanted to escape. He used his empty cup to flee the area.

"I don't like you," Kurt started as soon as Blaine was gone, "And you are going to leave Blaine alone."

"Oh fun, I don't like you either," Sebastian smirked.

"I don't think you understand. You are going to leave Blaine alone. He doesn't like you. Frankly, you scare him."

"You can believe that all you want but by the end of the year I'll have Blaine and you'll have a Lima Bean apron."

"I don't think so, you obnoxious meerkat," Kurt glared at Sebastian.

Blaine came back. "What did I miss?"

Kurt pulled Blaine over to him by the arm. "Tell Mr. CW hair, how you feel about him harassing you."

Blaine looked at both of them. "I thought you were going to wait, so I could watch."

"That's why you don't run away from the table, baby," Kurt teased. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's waist tightly as Blaine fell against his chest and landed in his lap. Kurt held him there, not letting Blaine move.

"Dang it," Blaine complained at not getting to watch. But he was enjoying how possessive Kurt was being right now.

Eventually he turned to Sebastian "You scare me a lot. And I'd appreciate it you'd stop. It's sexual harassment and I don't even do that."

"Oh, the prude holding out," Sebastian laughed. "Come on, sexy. Leave Gay face and I could rock your world."

"I am the prude! I'm asexual" Blaine said in annoyed frustration and anger that Sebastian would insult his Dom like that while propositioning him.

"I could change that," Sebastian offered.

"There's nothing to change, you ignorant moron. He's perfect just the way he is," Kurt growled out. "Come on, baby. Let's go."

"Yes, amour," Blaine responded as Kurt's grip loosened a little to allow Blaine to move.

The next day when they went to Glee Club, Sam was back.

He was trying to teach the New Direction boys how to do a body roll to sell sex to the judges. Kurt was enjoying watching, until Blaine stormed out after telling Sam that he wasn't for sale.

Kurt moved to go after him, but Finn insisted he go instead. He almost didn't let him, because who knew what Finn was going to say about Blaine leaving during practice.

Finn followed Blaine to the locker room and found him boxing

"Is that Sam's face?"

"Yeah, it's yours, Sam's and some other people as well," Blaine continued hitting the bag "Don't act so surprised. I use to get bullied a lot, so I took up boxing." He hit the bag harder, trying to take his feelings out on it.

But still he snapped at Finn, "What is your problem with me anyway? Ever since I got here you've given me nothing but crap!"

Finn took a deep breath and said, "Honestly dude, I was jealous. I felt threatened."

"One day we're sitting on the couch watching football together, the next you threw me in the pool!" Blaine accused him. "I thought you'd be an ally at McKinley, but the truth is you've been like some of my former bullies."

"Look, I'm sorry Blaine for all of it, I've been acting like a jackass to you. But you are one of the most well- rounded members of our team and we need to be united."

"I'm not going to do it for you. I'll do it for the team. Now what do they need me to do?"

New Directions was surprisingly organized by the time they went on stage to perform. Mr. Shue, apparently actually taking some of the show choirs blogs words to heart, had let them pick the songs and who would perform.

They did ABC featuring Tina, Mike, Quinn and Kurt.

Kurt did amazing during his parts and Blaine had to keep reminding himself to keep dancing and not just watch Kurt.

Their second song was Control. And much to Kurt amusement, Blaine was the colead with Artie and Quinn.

Blaine also sang in their last song, Man in the Mirror.

After their set was done they all ran back to the choir room.

"That was amazing, Blaine. You were amazing," Kurt grinned, holding onto Blaine as they ran with everyone else. "And I managed not to laugh at all like I did in practice."

"I appreciate that," Blaine said a little dryly. "Did you see Sebastian in the audience?"

"Yes, I did," Kurt said irritatedly. "I swear we could get him for stalking now. Especially with my dad as a Congressman."

"Let's just go talk to him," Blaine suggested. "And then we'll see if it is something to get others involved in."

"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" Kurt demanded as he marched up to Sebastian.

"I came to see Sectionals," Sebastian explained. He then leered at Blaine, "Oh hi, Blaine, do you wanna get out of here, do what we discussed?"

Blaine stood behind Kurt feeling sick that Sebastian was still trying to take him. "Being Asexual is not something you can cure," He defended himself.

"That's right, baby. Tell him," Kurt smiled lovingly kissing Blaine's cheek as he pulled him into his arms from behind him.

"Please stop stalking me." Blaine asked.

"Don't come near my sub again or I will get the authorities involved," Kurt told Sebastain angrily.

"Excuse me, did you just said sub? Are you kidding me. You, a Dom? That's laughable," Sebastian smirked.

"What's laughable is your hair. And your stubborn belief that Blaine would ever want to be with someone like you, a cretin that isn't worth more than the dirt on my shoe."

"I'm just giving him options. I'm sure he wants to get away from your gay face and ken doll wrists." Sebastian said with a smarmy grin. "I could show you what a real Dom would look like."

"I'm never going to want to be anywhere near you." Blaine spit out angry at how he was insulting Kurt.

"Come here." Sebastian demanded.

It took all of Blaine's will power not to respond. Instead he backed away deeper into Kurt's arms.

"Fine. Pretend you're happy with some weak attempt at domination." Sebastian remarked "I'll be here when you realize you much of a stereotype he is."

Sebastian turned around and stormed off.

The New Directions ended up winning and Quinn got all the girls who had defected to come back.

Blaine could see why Kurt loved the New Directions now. It hadn't been as clear when they were all separated and fighting.

A/N: Reviews make the author actually post everyday instead of spending hours debating whether or not anyone is even reading this.