Let's hear if for New York, New York, New York!

Chapter 25

On Sunday morning, instead of getting dressed for church, Blaine was playing with his new iPad. He loved all things technology and had finally decided to buy one. Naturally, he had purchased one for Kurt as well. It was sitting on his desk. He hadn't put his shirt on yet when his mother knocked and came in.

"Blaine, darling, come on. We don't want..." She stopped and inhaled deeply. Her hands flew to her mouth.

Blaine looked at her. "What? What is it?"

"Blaine...what happened to your back?"

Blaine was confused. His back?

"What?"

"There are scratches all over your back."

Oh. Shit. He'd forgotten about the scratches on his back. During their stay in Silver Creek, Blaine learned that he loved having Kurt scratch the hell out of him during sex. Kurt had grown his nails a little longer so now, he really did damage.

Blaine had no idea what to say to his mom. As she stood there staring at him, realization dawned on her. Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh! Um..uh...get dressed so we can go." She closed his door and fled down the stairs.

Blaine sighed. Great. Surely his parents knew he was having sex. Well, his dad definitely knew. Was his mom really that clueless?

He got dressed and started downstairs. He stopped to listen to his parents.

"James, you need to talk to him. Make sure he's being safe."

"Are you serious? I don't know what the hell two gay guys do and frankly, I don't wanna know."

"You are his father. You need to have this conversation."

"Look, I talked to him about girls when he was like, 13. I've done my job. It's not my fault he decided to be queer."

"James!"

Blaine came downstairs. His parents stopped talking and looked at him.

"Morning."

Silence.

"I'm ready."

Silence.

Blaine sighed. Oh, what the hell.

"Yes, I'm having sex and yes I know all about being...careful. Can we go now?"

After church, Blaine picked up Kurt and they drove to the park near his house. They sat on the same bench they'd sat on the night Kurt snuck out of the house to see Blaine.

Kurt had been chatting non-stop about the latest glee club relationship drama. Blaine was only half listening. He was staring at Kurt. He was so in love with him. Kurt was everything he wanted. Everything. And, he belonged to him. It was official between the two of them but, Blaine wanted it to be official to the world.

"Marry me."

Kurt stopped talking.

"What?"

"Marry me."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "Wait. What? You…you're asking me to marry you? You're proposing?"

"Yes."

"Do you mean now…like right now?"

"Well…no. I mean, I would marry you right now if I could but, we do have one more year of school. I want you to marry me after high school. You want to go to New York, right? Well, so do I. I plan to go to law school at NYU. New York has gay marriage now so, we'll move to New York and get married. You can major in whatever and I'll do law and then we'll graduate and I will become a very successful, high-power attorney and you can be my stay-at-home husband."

Kurt looked at Blaine in slight shock and then smiled. Blaine looked so cute and earnest about these future plans.

"Well?"

"Of course I'll marry you! Besides, do I have a choice?"

Blaine smiled. "No, you don't. Do you want me to buy you a ring?"

Kurt's heart swelled. A ring? Did he want a ring? Hell to the yes!

"Yes, I want a ring. You pick it out and surprise me."

"Okay beautiful. I love you."

"I love you."

Blaine drove home happy. He already knew what type of ring he was going to buy for Kurt. He'd had it picked out for a while. He just needed the money to buy it. Kurt deserved nothing but the best.

As he pulled into the driveway, he spotted Phil's car. Shit. Always something to rain on his parade. But that was okay. It was almost time for Phil to go. Permanently.

Blaine tried to slip in quietly but, James and Phil were waiting for him.

"Hi Blaine." Phil looked at him closely.

"Blaine, Phil and I would like to talk to you about something."

Blaine closed his eyes for a moment. The darkness was swirling around, hot and powerful. Blaine's eyes darkened.

Phil paid close attention. Blaine did look very different. Phil shook the thought from his head. He was allowing James's paranoia to affect him.

"James, why don't you go make those calls we discussed. I'll explain our idea to Blaine."

James left the room, always grateful to leave the problems to Phil.

Blaine stared at Phil with hatred. Could he kill him now?

"I am tired of waiting for you to make the first move so, why don't we set a date right now. Say, this Friday at 7:00 pm?"

"I'm busy."

"I'm sure you are. I tell ya what? Why don't you bring Kurt along with you? We can make it a threesome."

Blaine stumbled forward, the darkness pushing him to attack. He fought to stop himself. Phil backed up a bit.

"Mentioning Kurt really gets you going doesn't it? I don't understand you Blaine. You claim to care about this kid and yet, you won't do what I ask to keep him safe."

Blaine's eyes turned black. A ripple of fear rolled off of him and attached itself to Phil. Phil tried to back up and found himself unable to move. Blaine folded his arms across his chest and focused control on Phil's throat. Phil's hands flew to his neck. He couldn't breathe. He was choking. He tried to speak but couldn't. He kept scratching at his neck trying to stop the invisible force choking him. Blaine remained where he was standing. He watched Phil collapse to the ground. Blaine tightened the control and watched Phil turn blue.

Could he kill him now?

No, he couldn't. The body would be in his parent's house. They would be implicated. He couldn't get his mother in trouble.

Blaine walked over to Phil and looked down at him. He was almost gone. Blaine released him.

Phil let out a loud gasp and started wheezing. Blaine pushed him over on to his back with his foot. He kicked him five times in the groin. Phil made a gurgling sound as he struggled to breathe and now tried to deal with the immense pain between his legs.

Blaine stepped back and smiled.

"Good night Phil." He went up to his room.

Ten minutes later, James finally came into the kitchen and found Phil, sitting on the floor, back against the wall, a look of fear and exhaustion on his face.

"Oh my God! Phil! Are you okay? What the hell happened?"

"Nothing. Blaine and I just had a little disagreement. It's fine."

"Listen Phil. Let's just let this go. We will find another way to raise money. We have almost five months until the election. I'll bounce back."

Phil said nothing. He didn't give a shit about the election. He wanted to kick Blaine's ass. And now, he knew how to do it without laying a finger on him.

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