First, thank you for the reviews and story alerts. I'm so happy you guys and gals are hanging in there with me and apparently spreading the link. Wow. Just, wow.

Second, there is a new picture on my profile. I stole it from someone's tumblr page. I think it is by someone named zBoom and yeah, uh huh, very hot. Blaine on his knees in front of Kurt. Whew!

Lastly, I sat at work (Yes, at work. Such a bad employee.) and figured everything out so, as long as I can find time to write, the adventure will continue for a bit longer. This has turned into my fun summer project while I wait for Glee to return in the fall.

Still don't own them. If I did, zBoom's picture would actually take place on the show!

Chapter 30

As they drove towards Westerville, Blaine tried to figure out how to handle this. Should he sneak Kurt into the house or, just walk in and introduce him? He was sure the house would be crawling with people, which was probably a good thing. His father couldn't make too much of a scene. He glanced at Kurt and the pain in his heart intensified.

Kurt had painstakingly applied makeup and concealer to his bruised face. Watching him, sitting at his vanity, working intently to cover up the bruises had made Blaine sick. He had allowed Phil to harm his Kurt. To cause him pain. He wanted to resurrect Phil and kill him over and over and over again, never allowing him to die.

But, he was dead.

Blaine smiled.

Kurt had been sleeping but as they turned into the exclusive sub-division of Park Hills Anderson, he woke up. He stared out his window at the huge houses. The houses were incredible. Huge, mansion type homes with three and four car garages and manicured lawns. He knew Blaine's family was wealthy but...damn. What must Blaine think of the modest home he lived in? It was nice and actually a good size but, it was nothing compared to the homes they were passing. His entire house could probably fit inside one of these homes with room to spare.

He suddenly felt very anxious. This couldn't be a good idea. He never should have freaked out on Blaine. He never should have agreed to come home with him. Granted, he really didn't want to be away from him. Not right now. Not with Jack's face popping up in his thoughts and scaring him. They had not discussed anything about the day's events. As a matter of fact, they had not talked at all. Kurt was sure Jack was dead but Blaine hadn't said a word.

As they approached a large home, sitting in the center of the cul-de-sac, Blaine stopped. The driveway and street in front of the house was full of cars, most he recognized as belonging to campaign staffers. It looked like everyone was here.

He pulled over to the curb and turned off the engine. He looked at the house in trepidation.

What did he want to do? With this many people around, he could easily smuggle Kurt into his room but that idea wasn't sitting too well with him. Wasn't this the summer he was going to come 100% out with his boyfriend? Hell, everyone knew he was gay. His parents knew he was having sex with someone named Kurt who scratched the hell out of him.

He turned to Kurt.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm okay."

"Are you in pain?"

Kurt lied. "No. I'm okay." He had caused Blaine enough worry for one day.

But, Blaine knew him too well.

"Why are you lying to me? I've told you repeatedly that you are not to lie to me. As soon as you are fully recovered, I am going to punish you for lying. I'm going to punish you very, very hard. I can't have you lying to me."

Kurt stared at him. Of all the times to be turning him on with thoughts of being punished.

"I just need to take some more ibuprofen."

"Okay. Listen, I honestly have no idea what we are walking in to. Just stay by me and don't say anything."

Stay by him? Where the hell did he think he would go? Kurt felt that he needed to at least know one thing before they went in.

"Blaine...is Jack dead?"

"Who is Jack?"

Kurt was completely taken aback. "The guy...the...um..." Kurt felt flustered.

Blaine looked at him in confusion and then realization hit.

"You mean the guy who attacked you?" Kurt nodded.

The darkness swirled around inside of Blaine. That son-of-a-bitch hadn't even used his real name.

"The guy who attacked you was named Phil. Phil Williams."

"Oh."

Blaine looked out the window at the house for a moment before turning to Kurt. He stared directly into his eyes.

"Yes, he's dead."

Kurt shivered. Well, of course he was. He'd known that but still...hearing Blaine say it...

He didn't ask if he had killed him.

They got out of the car and slowly walked towards the house. Blaine took Kurt's hand in his. When they reached the front door, Blaine stopped and turned to him.

"I love you more than anything. Anything. I would do anything for you. You're mine and I love you. I own you. I control you. I possess you and you can never, ever leave me."

Kurt's eyes fluttered close as he felt a wave of control roll through him. Blaine was staring into his eyes with so much intensity and desire, it mesmerized him and made him feel dazed.

"Do you understand Kurt?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?" Blaine's eyes deepened.

"Yes, master."

Blaine kissed him with a hard, devouring kiss. Kurt leaned into him to keep from falling and moaned. He physically felt Blaine's possession of him.

They opened the door and went in.

There were people everywhere. Some standing, some sitting. Everyone was speaking in hushed tones and whispered voices. A few people glanced up as Blaine walked through the house, Kurt's hand firmly in his. When they reached the kitchen, Blaine saw his mother. Before he could speak, she saw him and started screaming.

"Blaine! Oh, Blaine!" She slammed into him, almost sending him falling backwards. Kurt let go of Blaine's hand and tried to disappear into the wall.

"Oh, Blaine! My sweet, little boy. My little boy..." Elaine was sobbing, holding him tightly and rocking him back and forth. Blaine stood there with his arms at his sides. He wasn't sure if he wanted to return his mother's embrace or not. It had been a long time since he had hugged her.

After a few more minutes of her hysteria, she stepped back a little and cupped his face in her hand.

"Oh, Blaine. You just don't know how scared I was. I couldn't bear to lose you. I just couldn't. You're my only one. My only one. My beautiful, gorgeous only one."

Kurt watched all this in amazement. First of all, Blaine had always given him the impression that his mother hated him almost as much as his father. This woman looked like she was in love with him. Second, he was shocked by how beautiful Blaine's mother was. Even with tears rolling down her face, she was incredibly pretty. He had seen campaign photos of her but, they didn't tell the whole story. Now he knew where Blaine got his looks from. He was a male version of his mother.

Blaine pulled away from her and reached for Kurt's hand.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend. This is Kurt."

Elaine's face went from joyous relief to complete shock. She stood there, staring at Kurt, a stunned expression on her face.

"Hello," said Kurt.

Elaine said nothing. She just stared at him.

"Kurt is going to spend the night with me."

Blaine's words pulled Elaine out of her stunned state and sent her into an angry one. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Kurt coldly. So this was the little bitch, ruining her son. Making him think he was gay. He needed to outgrow this phase and this little heifer wasn't helping.

She looked at Blaine. "Oh, really?"

Blaine stared at her hard. "Yes, really."

While they had been standing there, those who were in the kitchen had turned silent, watching the scene play out. Long-time staffers looked at Kurt with open curiosity. So, this was the kid Blaine was screwing around with. The one from the article. Kurt was starting to feel like an animal at the zoo.

Blaine and Elaine were trapped in a nonverbal, war of evil looks when Elaine broke the stalemate with an announcement, her face shifting from anger to sadness.

"Blaine...Phil is dead."

"Really? How?"

"Apparently he was in the building when it caught fire."

Kurt tensed up at her words. Fire? What fire? He glanced at Blaine whose face remained calm and unfazed.

"Wow."

Delivering this news seemed to take all the energy out of Elaine. She stumbled over to a kitchen chair and sat down. She covered her face with her hands and started crying.

Blaine took this opportunity to escape. He pulled Kurt along with him to the stairs.

When they walked into Blaine's bedroom, Kurt gasped audibly.

Blaine's room was huge. The walls were a dark maroon color and the furnishings were all black. On the wall was a very large flat screen television, situated perfectly across from a large, queen size bed. Bookcases lined one wall and were full of books, puzzles and games from his childhood. Another held glee club and tennis trophies. He also had his own master bathroom.

Kurt looked around in amazement. Why the hell had they spent so much time in his tiny bedroom? Oh. That's right. Kurt wasn't allowed here and yet, here he was.

Blaine had gone to retrieve ibuprofen from his bathroom. Kurt sat down on the bed and obediently accepted the pills Blaine handed him and a glass of water.

"I'm going to go to the car and get our stuff. Stay in here. Don't leave. I'll be right back." Blaine handed him the television remote. "You can watch TV if you want." Kurt looked at the remote. It looked intimidating.

"No. I'll just wait for you to come back."

"Okay." Blaine caressed his face. "I promise I'll be right back."

Kurt watched him leave nervously. He looked around the room. It was strange. The room felt...alive. Like there was energy moving through the walls. He took off his shoes and moved back on to the bed, leaning against the headboard. He inhaled deeply. Mmm. It all smelled of Blaine. He found the scent intoxicating. He kept taking deep breaths. His body relaxed into the bed. He felt sleepy despite having slept that afternoon and on the car ride. His head felt dizzy. He was tired. Maybe he needed another nap. He closed his eyes...

Blaine entered the room quietly with their bags. He looked at Kurt, asleep on the bed. He hadn't expected the sleeping pills to work so quickly but, that was okay. He wanted Kurt to rest. It was okay for him to drug his own boyfriend, if it was for his own good. Blaine had spent many hours dreaming of Kurt in his bed, and now, here he was. Blaine carefully and lovingly undressed him. He ran his hands all over Kurt's naked body and, just as he had done earlier, he kissed every mark and bruise. He pulled out Kurt's pajamas from his bag, dressed him and placed him under the covers. Kurt didn't wake up once.

He took the tennis bag of money and stashed it in his closet. He took a shower and got dressed. He needed to go downstairs and listen to the conversation. He needed to know what people were saying about the fire. The darkness swirled around inside him. He looked at Kurt. Should he lock him in? He really wanted to but, he didn't want Kurt to wake up, try the door and panic. Hopefully, he would just stay asleep.

He kissed him softly and went downstairs.

Blaine's mother was still sitting in the kitchen. She was talking to Meghan and a few other staffers. There were people in the dining room, all working on laptops. Blaine guessed they were checking on files. He wondered if everything had been lost. He wandered into the living room.

His father was sitting on the couch, his face expressionless. The minister from church was sitting next to him, speaking softly but, James didn't seem to be listening. He was staring into space. When Blaine walked in, he looked up at him. Blaine looked directly into his father's eyes. The minister spoke.

"Ah, hello Blaine. It's nice to see you. I'm glad you are here. I'm sure you will be of comfort to your father during this difficult time."

Blaine had to suppress a smirk and a laugh.

James continued staring at his son.

"Too bad about Phil, dad. I know he was your best friend."

James just kept staring at him. Blaine stared back. Did he know? Blaine kept going.

"Just so you know, Kurt is here. He's spending the night. I already told mom."

His father didn't say anything. His expression didn't even change. Maybe he was in shock. The minister however, was visibly distressed.

"Uh, did you say Kurt?"

"That's right."

"The...uh...one from that terrible article?"

"Yep." Blaine looked at him hard. The minister stared back and suddenly felt cold. He stood up.

"Well James, I'd better get going. I know you have a lot to sort out. Just keep me posted on funeral arrangements and I'll be happy to help, however or wherever you need me."

James said nothing. He was still staring at Blaine.

The minister looked at Blaine with slight repulsion. Blaine smiled at him sweetly. "Goodnight." The minister hurried out of the room.

Blaine turned back towards his father. James was still staring at him.

They stayed like that for several more minutes before James stood up and walked out.

Blaine went back to the kitchen and struck up a conversation with Jack, the social media guy. All they knew was that the building had caught fire, Phil was there and apparently got trapped and was killed in the fire. They would know more after the fire department investigation. It would be a few days before they received a full report.

He hung around downstairs for a while longer but, there didn't seem to be any new information. Slowly people started to leave. One of James's supporters who owned an office building, had offered the campaign an entire floor of space to use while they figured out their next steps. Everyone agreed to meet there on Monday.

Satisfied that he had learned all he was going to learn, Blaine headed back upstairs to Kurt.

He was exhausted. He stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed, snuggling up next to Kurt. Kurt in his bed. How absolutely wonderful. He feel asleep instantly.

Around 7:00 am Sunday morning, Kurt woke up. It took him a minute to figure out where he was. He sat up and looked around and then down at Blaine.

That's right. He was at Blaine's. For the first time ever. And, he was starving. He hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday.

He sat on the side of the bed and tried to figure out what to do. He didn't want to wake Blaine and he wasn't sure he should go wandering around downstairs.

But, he was really, really hungry. Like, super hungry.

He stood up slowly. His body didn't ache as bad as yesterday but, the pain was still there.

He went into the bathroom to wash his face. He stared at his skin and sighed. He would have to wear makeup for several days to hide the bruises.

Once his face was ready, he quietly opened the door to Blaine's room and peeked out into the hallway. The house was quiet. He stepped out and quietly walked towards the stairs. He crept down quietly, stopping at the bottom to listen.

Silence.

Although he was starving, he decided to keep it simple. Toast and maybe a mug of warm milk to relax him. He found the bread and popped it in the toaster. He also found the mugs and the milk. He put the milk in the microwave. He preferred warming his milk on the stove but, this was quicker and quieter. He opened the microwave before it could beep.

"What are you doing?"

He whirled around. Elaine was standing there. She was wearing a very pretty, long peach colored nightgown. Her hair was combed back and hanging lose. Kurt's first thought was that she looked so pretty.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake anyone. I was hungry."

Elaine stared at him. She had been so shocked yesterday that she hadn't really had a chance to study him. His skin was very fair. Was he wearing makeup? His blue-gray eyes gave him a very innocent, pure look. It's 7:30 am and his hair is perfect. Why is he wearing such long pajamas in the middle of summer? He was attractive. Not as good-looking as Blaine but then, who was?

Elaine crossed her arms. "So, you are the one who has been scratching up my son's back."

Kurt turned crimson. How was he supposed to answer that?

"It's just a phase, you know."

"What's a phase?"

"This whole gay thing. It's a phase. He'll outgrow it."

Kurt almost laughed. Elaine looked him up and down and sat down at the table.

"Well, are you going to eat?"

Kurt relaxed a little. He brought his food to the table and sat down across from her.

They sat in silence. Elaine stared at him curiously. This delicate boy was doing...things with her son. She grimaced at the thought.

"So, why are you here?"

Kurt looked up. Were they going to have a lady chat? He'd been hoping to finish eating quickly and get back upstairs but, in truth, he was curious. This woman was Blaine's mother. The mother of the man he planned to marry and spend his life with. Despite what Blaine had said, she just didn't seem that horrible. She just seemed sad. And confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you suddenly having a sleepover with my son?"

Oh. Because your husband's best friend beat me and tried to rape me yesterday, and your son apparently killed him by setting fire to your husband's offices, and the whole episode left me scared to be alone.

"Blaine invited me."

Elaine sighed. "Honestly. That boy's timing. With all that has happened..."

Kurt felt the need to say something appropriate.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Elaine looked down at her hands. "Yes. It is a loss. A loss of everything and so much, all at once. Phil, that's the man who perished in the fire, he was wonderful. Such a dear, dear friend to my husband and to me. We've all known each other since college. Phil was always there for us..." she trailed off, tears rolling down her face.

Kurt was trying hard to maintain a sympathetic expression and not look sick.

"And of course, the building. That beautiful building. So much history. Gone."

Kurt had finished eating and was just listening to Elaine. Yes, history. Maybe clues about Blaine. He looked at Elaine. Clues about Blaine...

"What was Blaine like when he was little?" As Kurt had guessed, the change of subject to Blaine caused Elaine's face to instantly brighten.

"Oh, he was beautiful. So cute and energetic. He kept us running. He's always loved to sing. He used to sing to me constantly. He was a boyscout. A really good one too. He could tie knots and practically make fire appear out of thin air."

Kurt couldn't help but wonder if he could still do that.

Elaine looked at him, almost desperately. "You see. This gay thing is just a phase. He was always a...straight little boy."

Kurt knew he should let it go but, he couldn't help himself.

"It's not a phase. Blaine really is gay. That's not going to change."

"Maybe it's permanent for you but, it is isn't for Blaine. He's too handsome to be gay. He just hasn't met the right girl yet."

Suddenly, Elaine's tone changed. "Stop screwing around with my son!"

"I don't screw around with your son! Your son screws me!"

All the color drained from Elaine's face and her hands flew to her mouth.

Even Kurt was surprised at his own crassness. Now he felt bad. After all, the woman had been through a lot the past 12 hours. Of course, so had he.

"Look, I love Blaine. I really do and he loves me. I'm not going anywhere and he is gay. He will always be gay. I'm sorry if you can't deal with that but, that's the way it is."

Elaine shook her head. "No. No. No. If you would just...leave him alone. Let him go out with a few girls...

"Blaine doesn't want to go out with girls. He wants..."

Elaine interrupted. "I don't care what he wants! We can't all get what we want! I didn't! He needs...to just find the right girl and get married and have beautiful grandchildren! Lots of grandchildren!"

Now she was sobbing and Kurt felt horrible. What a wonderful impression he was making on his future mother-in-law.

Kurt slowly reached over and took Elaine's hand. This gesture seemed to send her over the edge and she put her head down on the table and cried. Loud, sobbing gasps of desperate emotion. Why was everything in her life such a mess? A son who wants to be gay, a husband who can't get past the failure of her body to produce children, the fire, Phil.

Phil.

She should have married Phil. She had liked Phil first. He was the one that steered her to James. Phil wouldn't have cared if she could only have one child. Maybe it would have been different with Phil. Why couldn't James see that it wasn't really her fault?

Watching Elaine cry made Kurt cry. They sat there, sobbing. One crying over a man she had lost and one crying over what that man had done to him.

Finally, Elaine seemed to remember that Kurt was the enemy. She snatched her hand from his and ran out of the kitchen. Kurt stood up, placed the mug in the sink and went upstairs.

Blaine appeared to still be asleep. Kurt laid down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt sorry for Elaine. She was obviously unhappy and very confused about a lot of things. Kurt sighed.

"Where did you go?"

Kurt nearly jumped out of his skin. He'd thought Blaine was still asleep.

"To the kitchen. I was really hungry."

Blaine propped his head up in one hand and stared at Kurt. His eyes were three shades deeper than normal.

"Did anyone see you?"

"Um..I ran into your mother. We actually sat and talked."

Blaine started undoing the buttons on Kurt's pajama shirt. Once it was completely unbuttoned, he lightly traced his hands along Kurt's chest and over the bruising.

"And what if you had ran into my father?"

Kurt tensed up. Oh. He hadn't thought of that. He hadn't seen him yesterday so, he hadn't really thought about him.

"Is he here?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I didn't see him yesterday so...I didn't think of him. I'm sorry."

Blaine was placing tiny kisses all over Kurt's chest. He stopped and carefully shifted so that he was over Kurt, but propped up on his hands, keeping his weight off of Kurt's body. He locked eyes with Kurt and allowed the control to flow, trapping Kurt beneath him.

"You are not to leave my room without me while you are here. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, master."

Blaine kissed him slowly, allowing his tongue to slide against Kurt's softly, over and over. Kurt was drowning in the kiss, his erection growing harder and harder. Blaine lowered himself gently and allowed their cocks to rub against one another. He watched Kurt's face growing flush and listened to his little moans.

Then he stopped and rolled off of him, leaving Kurt breathless and needy.

"We are not going to have sex until your body has healed. I don't want to hurt you."

Kurt didn't care about the pain. He wanted Blaine.

"And, you may not jerk yourself off."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Blaine was starving him. Dammit. How long would it take his body to heal?

"And, for one month, I will decide when you get to come."

Kurt's eyes grew wide.

"That is your punishment for constantly lying to me about how you are feeling. I told you I would punish you."

Kurt looked at the ceiling and closed his eyes. He was getting so turned on by this but, he couldn't jerk off and they weren't going to have sex and he couldn't come, even if he figured out a way to...

This was going to be very hard. He was suffering already. He looked at Blaine and whimpered.

"But, I want you so bad."

"Good."

Blaine wrapped his arms around him and held him while Kurt willed his body to relax and stop thinking about sex. Then he had another thought.

"What if I come anyway, without your permission?"

"You won't."

Kurt knew he was right.

Blaine turned on the TV and they watched the local news coverage of the fire. When they showed an official photo of Phil, Kurt tensed up and buried his face into Blaine's chest. Blaine tightened his hold on him and turned off the TV.

"It's okay beautiful. He can never hurt you again." No one will ever hurt you again. I won't fail you again. Ever.

Kurt relaxed in Blaine's arms and wondered when they were going to talk about it. Blaine hadn't asked him how he ended up at the offices when he was supposed to be on his way to the country club. Would he be mad when he told him he literally walked right into the nightmare?

Kurt sighed and pushed the thought from his head. He didn't want to talk about it. He just wanted to lay there, in Blaine's arms, in his huge bedroom forever.