Hurrah for lazy July 4th weekends. I've figured it all out and have been writing the way Blaine has been...nevermind. Updates will be coming like Kurt. Ha! Ha!

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Still don't own Glee. If I did, I would probably let Sam/Chord Overstreet hang around for Season 3.

Chapter 24

Kurt had a problem.

Or, was it a situation?

He lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. Either he was living his best sexual fantasy or he was living a nightmare. He couldn't decide which.

It had been three days since Blaine had returned to better than normal and Kurt was glad. He really was happy. This was the Blaine he fell in love with to begin with but, Blaine was killing him.

For three days, Blaine had arrived at Kurt's, 30 minutes after Burt left for the shop, Carol for the hospital and Finn for football camp. For three days, Kurt had spent the entire day at Blaine's mercy. They had officially had sex in every room of the house except the bathrooms, twice. Blaine was insatiable and his recovery time was so damn fast, Kurt was starting to wonder if he was on Viagra. Kurt loved it. Blaine was sexy, intense and demanding but, he wasn't selfish. He made sure Kurt came hard every time. Sometimes his orgasm was so strong and so hot that he passed out.

The problem was that Kurt's ass was sore. Really sore. It hurt so bad. But, in some strange way, even that felt good. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn't about to complain because it wasn't his place to say anything. After all, Blaine owned him and Kurt really wanted to take anything and everything Blaine wanted to do to him but, his body was screaming in agony. His body needed a break.

Kurt slowly climbed out of bed and sat down gingerly at his vanity. His eyes were still slightly darker than before, as was his skin. He was glad no one but Mercedes had noticed or at least, bothered to say anything. He had told her that he and Blaine had spent time in the sun during the week they were gone. Mercedes was no dummy. "But, I thought you said you were in the woods?" Kurt had changed the subject.

Now, as he looked at his reflection, he smiled. Yes, his ass hurt but his heart was happy. He was madly in love with this man. Yes, Blaine was definitely a man now. There was nothing boyish about him. And, this incredible man loved Kurt back. Kurt smiled just thinking about it. Now, if only he could find a way to get Blaine to stop fucking him everyday, all day. He laughed out loud. Who would have ever thought Kurt Hummel would have such a problem.

Kurt was dressed and waiting when Blaine arrived. Even after all these months, Kurt's heart skipped a beat and he inhaled slightly when he saw Blaine. He was so breathtakingly handsome.

"Hello beautiful." Blaine kissed him slow and sweet. Kurt melted against him. Who cares that his ass hurt. He couldn't wait for Blaine to take him again.

Blaine stepped back and eyed Kurt critically.

"What?" Kurt asked nervously.

Blaine looked at him for another moment.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine."

Blaine stepped closer and softly kissed Kurt's neck. "You are not allowed to lie to me, remember? How do you feel?"

Kurt was starting to drown in the hazy desire Blaine was creating by kissing his neck.

"I'm…I'm okay."

Blaine stopped and stepped back.

"No, you aren't. Your ass hurts."

Kurt blushed. "Just a little."

Blaine reached around and gently caressed Kurt's ass. "You are lying to me. I'm going to start punishing you for that. You can't lie to me Kurt. Your ass hurts. As it should since I have been fucking you like a madman for three days. Why didn't you want to tell me?"

"I…I didn't think it was my place to say anything."

Blaine sighed. "Kurt, I love you. I don't ever want you in any type of pain. You should have told me." His eyes grew a bit darker. "Granted, I will decide if you have had enough but, you should still tell me. Never, ever be scared to tell me anything. Okay?"

Kurt nodded.

Blaine smiled sexily and started undoing Kurt's pants. Kurt's eyes widened.

"Now, I'm gonna blow the hell out of you." As Blaine sank to his knees, Kurt gripped his hair, closed his eyes and threw his head back.

Damn, he was in love with this man.

X-X-X-X-X

They spent most of the morning lounging on Kurt's bed, talking. Kurt lay on his stomach while Blaine sat beside him. Around Noon, Blaine announced that he was going to make lunch. Kurt raised an eyebrow. Blaine, in the kitchen?

Blaine made peanut butter and jelly. Kurt laughed.

Once they were settled in the kitchen with sandwiches and glasses of milk, Blaine asked a question.

"Kurt, what would you think if I told you, I would kill for you?"

Kurt stopped chewing. Blaine had asked this as if he were suggesting they go to the movies.

"Um...kill for me?"

"Yes. What would you think?"

Kurt opened his mouth and then closed it. He looked at Blaine. Blaine was eating his sandwich, looking expectantly at Kurt.

"Um...uh...I...I don't think there's anyone I need you to kill for me."

Blaine laughed. Kurt was so adorable.

"I'm just saying, if I told you that I would kill for you, what would you think?"

Kurt looked closely at Blaine. His body was still hot all the time but, not as hot as that first day. The temperature seemed to have leveled off. Unlike before, Kurt could always feel the power that surged through Blaine. Always. It was strong and instead of living under the surface, it now lived on the surface. His demeanor was as confident and smooth as always but now, there was a layer of intimidating strength and control. It was as if everything that used to be hidden from view, was now out in the open.

Could Blaine kill someone?

Yes, Kurt was sure he could. But, to kill someone for Kurt? Damn. That was frightening. And...a little comforting. Kurt blushed. Oh, my. What was happening to him? How could he find comfort in that?

"Well?" asked Blaine.

"Well...I guess it would be okay...assuming there was, like, a really, really, really good reason to...kill the person...I think." What on earth would be a good reason to kill someone?

Blaine looked directly into Kurt's eyes. "Well, just for the record, I would kill for you." Kurt nodded.

"Does that turn you on?"

Damn, these shocking questions. Kurt thought about it.

"Yes. A little." Oh, he felt so ashamed.

Blaine nodded and looked pleased. He went back to eating his sandwich. Kurt looked at him.

What kind of craziness was this?

Blaine drove home that night feeling relieved. Heaven wouldn't be mad at him for committing murder. That was good to know. Not that Kurt or anyone else would ever find out anyway...

James sipped his drink and watched his wife and son making dinner together. He especially watched his son. Blaine's body looked stronger than ever. His eyes were dark, and a menacing aura rolled off of his skin.

During dinner, he asked Blaine to pass him the salt. Their fingers touched. James pulled back quickly and looked at him. Blaine stared back, a smug expression on his face.

Damn. It was definitely back. Blaine was restored and apparently stronger than before.

Shit.

After dinner, he called Phil. They met at Collin's. James was frantic. Phil was not phased.

"I don't think you get it Phil. I know you don't believe any of this but, trust me. He's stronger and scarier. I'm worried."

"What exactly are you worried about? He read the statement, he's been going on appearances." He's going to suck my dick eventually...

"I don't know. I just don't like him strong."

Phil was quiet. He had been thinking about James's father, Congressman Jim. He had done some research on the legendary politician and an idea had started forming in his mind.

"You know James, campaign donations are still down."

James sighed. "I know. Nancy has been setting up meetings for me all over Westerville, Lima, Findlay and everywhere in-between. It's hard Phil. People still aren't sure what to make of that damn article. They're not sure who I am anymore."

Phil spoke very slowly. He would have to proceed cautiously. James was so jumpy about Blaine.

"Perhaps we need to try a new approach."

"Like what? I've already got Elaine helping out. It's hard for men to say no to her plus, she gives me credibility as a father. No one would ever believe she would allow her only child to be abused."

"Perhaps Blaine could help."

"What? Are you kidding? Blaine, fund-raising? I don't think so. Besides, I don't want him talking to people. He's best showing up, smiling and sitting on stage so women can gawk at him. There's no telling what he might say."

"I think he could be persuaded to do the right thing."

James looked at Phil hard. What the hell was he thinking?

"Phil...what are you suggesting?"

"I did a little research. Your father was a fund-raising machine. Do you know he brought in donations from people and businesses who were diametrically opposed to everything he stood for? How do you think he did that?"

James kept looking at Phil.

No way.

He couldn't possibly be suggesting what James thought he was suggesting.

"My father was good at convincing people that his interests and their interests weren't as far apart as they may have originally appeared."

Phil smiled. "Now, you sound like me."

James glanced at him nervously. "I thought you didn't believe in...this power or whatever it is."

"I don't. But, I'm willing to try anything. We need more cash if we are going to win this thing. "

James shook his head. "It would never work. Never. He would never help me. Besides, it's unethical."

Phil laughed. "Unethical? Really James. Your father didn't seem to have any problems..."

James interrupted him.

"Look, I am not my father. He did a lot of shit that I would never do. He manipulated legislation and his fellow congressmen with no regard for anything but getting what he wanted. I'm bad but, I'm not that bad."

"You would be, if you could. You just can't."

James narrowed his eyes and threw back his drink, slamming the glass on the table.

Shit, thought Phil. I've hit a sore spot. But, he decided to keep pushing.

"Look, I'm not talking about legislation. I'm talking about getting people to give you money so that you can win re-election."

James thought for a few minutes. This was crazy.

"Blaine is not going to agree to this."

"Leave that to me."

"How will you get him to go along?"

Phil gave James his usual look but, James wasn't going for it.

"No, I want to know."

Phil felt irritated. He didn't want James getting curious about his methods.

"I find that your son can be persuaded with the right incentives."

"What kind of incentives? He already has that fancy ass car. Whoever heard of a 17 year old driving a BMW? Shit's ridiculous. And, his mother gives him way too much money. He needs to get a fucking job." James felt his familiar jealousy of Blaine rise to the surface. It was so unfair.

"Look James, just let me handle things. You focus on shaking hands and kissing babies."

And, I'll focus on screwing Blaine.