Blaine met with Chandler on Thursday evening, in a small Italian restaurant about halfway between their apartments. Blaine was nervous; as he hadn't called Chandler himself but had taken the coward's way out and let Kurt do it, he didn't even know how the other man felt about their meeting.

But the restaurant was cozy, lit in a soft light with quiet music playing in the background, and he leaned back in his chair and let himself relax while he waited. At least, he would know what to talk about, if could get to that point without it being too awkward. Kurt had asked him to find out how Chandler felt about Master Elliot, if he could, as that was apparently a situation that couldn't be left alone for much longer. Blaine didn't understand all of it, and it was hard to imagine the always poised, completely in control Master Elliot as helplessly in love, but – well, most people got there at some point, he guessed. He hoped he could somehow subtly steer the conversation to that point, as he didn't want to just jump the question on Chandler, but he didn't want to let Kurt down, either.

Chandler. Whom Kurt had been together with for a long time. Who was probably a better, more dedicated sub than Blaine. Who probably wouldn't even know why he had wanted to meet him – and great, now he was nervous again. Would Chandler resent Blaine for his relationship with Kurt? Would Blaine feel jealous of the history they had that he could never be part of? Who was he kidding, he already was.

Fortunately, though, he hadn't too much time to fret. The next time the door opened, a young man dressed in a padded jacket and a hat against the fall chill stepped in, looked around and then walked towards Blaine's table. It had to be Chandler, though Blaine had difficulties to reconcile the rather mundane figure with the sub at Defiance, who had been wearing leather hot pants and not much else.

Apprehensively, Blaine watched Chandler arrive, and tried to put a welcoming smile on his face. Immediately, he was rewarded by a grin so big it seemed to split the other man's face in half.

When Chandler arrived at the table, Blaine rose politely, but Chandler ignored his outstretched hand, took his face in his hands and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

"So," he said, sitting down opposite Blaine while Blaine stood there, mouth open. "I'm glad to finally meet you. You're cute, I can see why Kurt likes you so much."

"Um...thanks?" Blaine said after a moment, finally finding his voice again and able to sit down.

He was a little overwhelmed by Chandler's exuberance, but at the same time relieved, because he could see that there would be no chance for awkward silences, not with Chandler around.

Chandler shifted in his chair and winced, grinning. "I've got welts all over my ass, it's glorious. Yesterday was just...mmmh." He closed his eyes and sighed dreamily, and Blaine couldn't help but laugh.

"Too much information," he said, holding up his hands in defense.

"No such thing," Chandler said. "But we're not here to talk about me."

He gestured the waiter, and they made their orders. When the waiter was gone again, Chandler leaned forward. "So. Spill."

"You don't like small talk, do you?" Blaine said, still laughing. He was more relaxed then he could have imagined, although he could see himself sharing a lot more than he had planned.

"Life is short, darling. So, tell me. Is he treating you well?"

Blaine nodded. "He is. He's kind of...wonderful, actually."

Then he blushed, remembering who he was talking to. "I'm sorry, I don't know how you feel about me and Kurt being together. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

Chandler shook his head. "No worries. Kurt is one of the best human beings on the planet, in my opinion, and I will always love him. But we're not together anymore, and that's fine. He has moved on, and...well, it seems I have, too."

"Do tell," Blaine said, hoping that Chandler was referring to Master Elliot and he could bring good news to Kurt.

But Chandler just laughed. "I asked first."

He was interrupted by the waiter bringing their drinks, but didn't let himself be detained for long, waiting just long enough for Blaine to take a sip of his water before he asked, "Have you fucked him yet?"

Blaine sputtered and nearly spit out his drink. "What?"

Chandler shrugged. "Have you fucked him?"

"I...I-" Blaine gave up. "No, I haven't. I...I couldn't. He's...I'm...I couldn't."

"Why not? I mean, assuming you're, you know, physically able. He likes it. He won't ask for it, for some reason, but he likes it."

"But he's...I mean, he's a Dom. I didn't think he would...and I'm, I'm...you could count the number of times I topped on one hand."

Even in his vanilla relationship, he had nearly exclusively bottomed.

"Why, don't you like it?"

Blaine shrugged. "What's not to like? It's just...outside my comfort zone I guess. I mean, I can't even imagine...every time I picture Kurt and myself in bed together, it's him fucking me."

"I'm not telling you to jump him, " Chandler laughed. "Just...I'm sure you've known times, you know, when you want sex, but you also want to be held and taken care of. Kurt has those times, too. Also those times when he tells you not to move and then rides you and comes all over you, but those are hard to get because, like I said, he just won't tell you to do it. The other times, though...you'll notice when he needs you like this. It's just another way to serve him, and it will be special because he won't have told you, but you will have done it all the same."

Blaine hid his burning face behind his glass. It was definitely something to think about.

…...

Kurt sat in the cab, thinking about Blaine and Chandler bonding, hopefully getting along, presumably talking about...well, him, probably. He just hoped it was nothing too bad, but decided he had done as well as he could by both of them, even though he had, in the end, let Chandler down, and that was all anybody could ask for. Knowing Chandler, the conversation would soon turn to sex, anyway, and Kurt smiled a little, imagining Blaine blushing and squirming, but eventually playing along.

Then he concentrated on his mission. He was on the way to Defiance to meet with Elliot and Santana and the owner of the club Santana frequented, one Cassandra July. They would plot strategies to bring down Blaine's former Dom and tormentor, Alex White.

When he entered the room, the others were already there, and he was a little annoyed at having missed Elliot and Santana's first meeting after discovering the other was a Dom. They were obviously over that point, sitting together at the table, talking and laughing.

Miss July, sitting a little apart, was a severe-looking woman with her blonde hair bound back and tight, dark clothing. At her feet, a man was kneeling, wearing nothing but a pair of tight pants and a leash. When the man lifted his head, Kurt gasped.

"Brody Weston, I can't believe it!" he said as he recognized Rachel's ex-boyfriend.

Brody grinned."I always knew you were a Dom, really. No surprise at all here. Nice to see you again, Kurt."

A tug on the leash made him look at his Mistress, and when he met her reproving gaze, he corrected himself. "Master Kurt, sorry."

Kurt thought of something. "Please don't tell me Rachel's a Dom."

Brody laughed. "She freaked out when I suggested a little bondage once. She liked me doing things for her, though, which made it easier not to just fall on my knees before San- Mistress Santana or you."

"Well, that certainly explains why you were always so comfortable naked. And the gigolo thing?"

"Sub for hire. I thought that way I could stay with Rachel and still get what I need. When it all...blew up, I came to my senses and went back to Cassie."

Cassandra laid her hand on Brody's head and stroked him affectionately, and he leaned against her thigh.

"I get that we're all just so happy to see each other again," Santana called from the other side of the table, "but there's someone at home waiting for me who is probably naked and possibly a little bit bratty. So can we get this show on the road, please?"

"Sure, sorry," Kurt said, sitting down and pouring himself a glass of water. He remembered that Santana, even more so than him, had never liked Brody, and now she probably saw more of him than she liked, as he probably accompanied his Mistress to the club.

He summarized the reason for their meeting, keeping to the most essential facts.

"For those of you that don't know it, my sub Blaine has been severely abused in a former relationship. His abuser is still out there, frequenting a club called The Chain Chain, and I want him stopped. I don't want him near a sub, ever again."

"Please, what kind of a name is The Chain Chain? Amd how do you want to stop him?" Santana asked. "For I'm not helping you hide any bodies."

"Nobody's killing anyone, Santana. Though I'll not deny that I thought about it, but murder's just not my style. We can't go to the police, either. We all know how they react to crimes in the BDSM scene."

With disdain, mostly, and the more or less subtle implication that the victim had brought it on themselves.

"I'm aware that he can pick up someone anywhere and abuse them, and we can't really do anything to stop him," Kurt continued. "We can, however, ruin his reputation in the scene, so that at least there no one will ever go home with him again."

"Cassandra, you and I own well-known and respected BDSM clubs," Elliot added. "If we contact other clubs and tell them about him, most owners will probably agree not to let him become a member there. The sleazier clubs might turn a blind eye if left by themselves, but they can't really ignore pressure from all of the bigger clubs. Kurt himself plans to discredit him at his current club, but I'm not so sure this is a good idea."

Kurt groaned as Elliot brought up their quarrel again. They had talked rather heatedly about this, Elliot claiming that it was just too dangerous to confront the man alone, and Kurt insisting that he had to do it as it was his sub who had been abused. When Elliot accused Kurt of having a super hero complex, they had ended the discussion without coming to an agreement.

Now Elliot turned to Kurt. "I have a suggestion. You go, but you take Jack with you. He can drive you, and he can wait outside if you prefer, but he'd still be there if there should be trouble."

Kurt thought about it and had to admit that he would probably feel safer to know the taciturn, reliable bouncer would be there. He nodded.

"When do you plan to do it?" Elliot asked.

Kurt looked at his watch. It was early enough that he could head home and change into his most obnoxious Dom gear, but then – why waste any more time?

"Now," he said.