The past few days have been hell. I'm grateful for these characters so I can escape for a little while. I hope you enjoy it. It's time for THE TALK. Yikes! Warning: Abusive talk, sexual deviancy talk.

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Last time on "Try Me":

"I want you, Blaine. Will you make love to me?" Kurt whispered hotly in Blaine's ear.

Blaine froze and stepped back. "What?"

Kurt froze too, his face turning beet red. "N, never mind. I, I shouldn't have said anything," he mumbled.

"No, no never mind. You really want to be with me? That's why I said that. I didn't think you'd want to be with me, or anyone really, after all you've been there," Blaine babbled. He was still in shock and the thought of making love to Kurt and the pictures it produced made his legs weak.

"I would love to be with you. I need to talk to you first about some things, but maybe we can talk about this more when you get back?" Kurt asked.

"I look forward to it," Blaine said with a sincere smile. He leaned in and covered Kurt's mouth with his, dipping his tongue quickly in and out of Kurt's mouth in a sweet kiss.

"Mm, me too," Kurt said, blushing and smiling.

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"Here is your non-fat mocha and a cookie to go along with it," Blaine said, handing Kurt the warm drink.

"Thank you. You don't look very sweaty. Did you not work out?" Kurt asked, taking a sip and humming at the taste.

"I did, it just wasn't as much of a challenge as I gave it credit for," Blaine said with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

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"You look pretty pleased with yourself," Kurt said with a smile, taking another long sip of his mocha.

"I'm just feeling good about things today. I couldn't wait to get back to see your gorgeous face," Blaine.

"I'm pretty happy to see your face, too," Kurt agreed, blushing. "I was hoping we could take a walk, if you felt like it."

"Sounds good to me. Are you sure you feel up to it?" Blaine asked, instantly concerned.

"Yeah. I'd love to get out and get some fresh air," Kurt responded, sliding to the edge of the bed before standing carefully.

Blaine stood by in case he felt dizzy, but he stood strong and Blaine smiled, pleased. "You are improving so much, Kurt. I'm so excited for the day when you have no pain at all."

"You and I both," Kurt said. "I'm going to shower and then maybe we can go?"

"Sure. Do you think you'll be able to get in the shower okay?" Blaine asked. He didn't know what he hoped the answer would be. He also didn't know if he'd be able to contain himself if Kurt did need help.

"I'm sure I can handle it by myself. I'd like to try anyway. There's something about needing help with personal issues that is a bit more humiliation than I'd like to feel today," Kurt smiled. "This is the first place where I'd like to be independent.

"I get it," Blaine said. And he did understand. He wouldn't want to be so weak that someone had to help him with daily bathing. That would just be too much. "There are fresh towels in there. Leave the door unlocked though, just in case."

"I will," Kurt said, walking carefully to where Blaine had hung up his clothes. He picked out some pieces and went into the bathroom, lightly closing the door.

Blaine stood there, watching the door. For a moment he thought about what Kurt would be doing in there. Taking his clothes off, standing under steaming hot water, the streams sluicing down Kurt's naked body, touching him everywhere Blaine would love to touch. He would slick himself up with soap until his entire body was slippery. Washing, touching his cock, maybe stroking it to make sure he was clean.

Damn it, Blaine! Snap out of it! The guy was abused, injured and still trying to recover and you're standing outside his shower like some sicko, daydreaming about what he may or may not be doing.

A cold shower suddenly sounded like a good idea so he went to the guest bathroom and cleaned up quickly. He didn't want any residue of David Karofsky on his skin. Not when he might have the chance to hold Kurt's hand or share a kiss with him.

Finishing up and changing into some jeans and a sweater, he saw that Kurt was still in the bathroom so he changed the bedding. In the back of his mind may have been the topic that Kurt wanted to talk to him about. And maybe he might be preparing for something, but he wouldn't let his mind think about it too deeply.

He moved out to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice, drinking it slowly, trying to get his mind to calm down. Just because Kurt had said he wanted to make love or had said he wanted to talk about it; it didn't mean they would actually DO anything today. He knew Kurt's sex life couldn't have been good, was probably horrific, so he wouldn't do anything to hurry him or make him feel uncomfortable.

"Blaine?" came Kurt's voice from the bedroom.

"Yeah?" he answered, hurrying to the room.

Kurt was sitting on the newly made bed trying to get a pair of boots on. The boots looked like they were knee height.

"Help?" Kurt said, his eyes wide.

Blaine chuckled. "Why are you trying to put on such tall boots?"

"Don't laugh. They go with this outfit," Kurt said, pouting slightly.

"You're adorable with that lip sticking out like that," Blaine said, staring at his mouth.

Kurt smiled. "Maybe you should kiss it so it'll go away."

Blaine smiled and leaned forward, kissing his bottom lip gently, nipping at it lightly. Kurt gasped and moaned deep in his throat.

"Come on, let's find you a shorter pair of boots so we can go on our walk. These boots will take the next hour just to put on you," Blaine said and took the boots back to the closet. Finding a shorter pair, he brought them out and helped put them on Kurt, lacing them up quickly. It still hurt for Kurt to bend over so Blaine was glad he'd asked for help. Helping him into a light jacket, they made their way out of the apartment.

The day was crisp but sunny, perfect weather for a walk. Blaine casually took Kurt's hand in his, running his thumb on the back of his soft hand.

"As soon as you get tired, you let me know and we'll head back," Blaine said.

"I'm feeling really good today, so I should be good for a while," Kurt replied. "I wanted to talk to you about some things. About my sexual history, if you don't mind."

"Okay, that's fine," Blaine said casually, not wanting to sound pushy.

"I was a virgin when I met David. I was so excited for our first time, I'd heard enough about how great sex was and I couldn't wait to experience it for myself. As it turned out, David was a gay virgin as well. He'd had sex with girls, but not guys. Let's just say the mechanics and bodily fluid makeup are very different between males and females. David knew nothing of lube or preparation. It was over pretty quick. He got off, I didn't. He didn't even question it; I guess I should have known then that he never really cared. I limped around for about a week, trying to keep the bleeding under control."

Blaine bit his lip, trying to not interrupt or run back to Karofsky and beat the shit out of him again. Kurt must have been in absolute hell. No lube or prepping was not only dangerous but seriously painful for the recipient. It could lead to lasting damage.

"I realized a long time after that that I should have gone to a doctor. It seemed like as soon as I was healed, David wanted it again. Of all the times we had sex, through the almost three years we were together; I came maybe twice. And that's just because I masturbated during it just so I could distract myself from the pain. I had finally been able to introduce David to lube, but he still didn't care enough to prep me. If I knew he was going to come after me, I'd escape into the bathroom and prep myself, just so it wouldn't hurt as much. You're probably wondering why the hell I stayed with him after all of that. He had me so convinced I was disgusting and he was the only guy who would be able to get it up for me; I just let him do it. Time and time again, I tried to make myself believe that we were making love, that we were enjoying the most intimate of times together. I knew it was a lie, I just refused to acknowledge it. I wanted to be loved, cared for, desired. David threw enough loving words at me each time to keep me hooked. I was so ignorant and blind. I would look into his eyes as he told me loved me and I knew it was just lust looking back at me. Hell, sometimes it was just disgust, not desire. I don't know why he stayed with me all that time. Maybe he just wanted someone to boss around, someone to do exactly what he wanted, someone to lay on their back anytime he felt the urge. He was probably too scared to come out of the closet and find someone he could really care for. I don't know. All I know is that the first time, I was sharing a precious gift with someone I loved. At least I thought I loved him. Every time since then, it has been a lesson in humiliation and degradation. Some of the things he wanted me to do," Kurt paused, his face white. He walked for a moment in silence.

Blaine couldn't stop the sensation of his blood boiling. He wanted to scream and howl for what this precious man had been through. At that moment he swore to God, if there was one, or simply to the world that Kurt would never feel this way again. He would do whatever it took to guarantee his happiness. If, by some universal lottery, Kurt allowed him to make him happy, Blaine would dedicate his life to making sure Kurt smiled every day. He would make tender, sweet love to him, putting his needs and desires first. Every day, he would find a new way to say 'I love you'. Blaine's heart pounded at the thought. Telling Kurt he loved him. What a feeling that would be, if Kurt believed him. How long had he known that he loved this beautiful man walking next to him? Was it when he was pounding Karofsky's face that first night? Was it when Kurt had been flirty and silly on the pain medicine? Maybe the first time he'd kissed those sweet lips?

"One time," Kurt suddenly started talking again. "One time, Karofsky brought this guy over, this huge football player. Azimio or something like that. He wanted me to blow him," he said, his expression blank, voice neutral as if he were discussing the weather. "I didn't want to, of course. David had been bragging about my skills, I guess. I was so scared, I jumped out the bathroom window and went and hid in Mercedes' room until the next day. David got his revenge for that, that's for sure. But luckily, he never asked me to do that again. Do you know why I'm telling you all of this, Blaine?" Kurt asked, stopping and turning toward him.

"I don't know the exact reason, but getting it off your chest is a good thing," Blaine said quietly.

"I want to be with you. I want to risk everything I've promised myself; the promise that if I got away from David that I would never have sex again. I want to throw all of that out the window and make love with you, if that phrase is even truly accurate," Kurt said, unable to hide the cynicism in his tone.

"It really is true, Kurt, if you let the right person have a chance. If you let me make love to you, I will do everything in my power to make it the most amazing night of your life. If I fail, then you can keep that promise to yourself," Blaine said, his golden eyes burning with sincerity. "But even if I don't make all your dreams come true, I can promise you it will not hurt. And that is a sworn vow."

Kurt stared at him for a moment, hope in his eyes. "I'm also telling you all this because I don't know if there is going to be something that freaks me out. I don't know if I'll need to stop at any given point and I need to know that you will honor that," Kurt said.

"Absolutely. Even if you hadn't been through hell, if someone says 'no' or 'stop', I would respect that," Blaine promised.

They started walking again, Kurt holding tightly to Blaine's hand. "Karofsky loved to be rimmed," he stated quietly. Blaine's stomach twisted, not really wanting to hear where this story was going. "He thought it was hilarious to make me do it right after he took a shit. No shower, no clean up, nothing. From the toilet to the bed. I threw up every single time. But what choice did I have? If I said no to something he wanted, the beatings were so much worse than usual. I don't think I will want to do any rimming, Blaine," he said, his voice soft.

Blaine looked at him and realized he was worried about Blaine's reaction to his statement. "I don't want you to rim me, Kurt. I want to do things you like, things you want to do, nothing more. Being with me means only doing things that we agree on. And if we're in the middle of things and you don't like something, then we stop. I hope you can trust me, or at least try to trust me, Kurt. I care about you so much and giving you pleasure would be such an honor," Blaine told him, pulling him to a stop so they could make eye contact. "I want to hear you moan, I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasure. I want you to scratch your fingers down my back," he said, stepping in closer to Kurt until they were nose to nose. "I want to watch your body bow with pleasure as your body gets close to orgasm. I want to see your come shoot across our bodies. I want to hear you squeak as I lick your come, tasting you. I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you come that way, too. I want to kiss you until both of our lips are swollen and numb. I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin with my fingers, my lips, with my tongue," he whispered against Kurt's mouth. "I want to change your view of lovemaking. I want to make you come so many times, you won't remember your own name and then I want to have you one more time."

He stared into Kurt's eyes, darkened with lust. His beautiful mouth was open and he was lightly panting. His cheeks were flushed the most delicious pink color.

"Blaine?" he breathed.

"Yes?" Blaine responded, his own body heating up with need.

"Take me home and make love to me. Please?" Kurt said, his eyes suddenly frantic. "Now."

"Yes," Blaine repeated, his heart pounding, his entire body throbbing with need.

"Now," Kurt insisted, turning around, yanking Blaine's hand and heading back toward the apartment.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you for all your kind words for my mom. I passed them on to her and she was touched. I'm going to start the next chapter right now! Reviews please. Thank you!