Chapter 33

Blaine woke up early Saturday morning. He stood, naked in front of his mirror and looked at himself. His skin was still dark. His eyes were still a shade deeper. His body looked muscular and strong. Powerful. He inhaled and exhaled. He felt healthy and solid. He and Pete were going to kick the twin's asses.

He put on some boxers and walked down the hall to his parents room. He hadn't seen or heard either of them last night. He wanted to know who was in the house before Kurt woke up.

He stopped outside the door of his parent's room and listened. Silence. He opened it.

His father was laying on the floor, in his underwear, passed out. There were two empty bourbon bottles next to him. Damn. Blaine had never seen his father so fucked up before. He knew he had been neglecting the campaign. Meghan had come over the other day to complain to Elaine. She wanted James back out there on the campaign trail, taking advantage of the situation. She had been spinning the fire into the story of James, the sympathetic candidate. Lost his offices, lost his best friend, but still determined to work hard for the people of the state of Ohio. The story couldn't work if James was never seen. Elaine has assured her that he just needed time to mourn.

Blaine looked around the bedroom. The bed was still made. Where was he mother? It was 8:00 am on a Saturday. Hadn't she come home last night?

Blaine closed the door and headed back to his room. Wow. His parents seemed to be falling apart.

He woke Kurt up with soft kisses on his back. They made love. Quiet, slow and sensual. Blaine was sure he couldn't be happier if he tried.

Once up, showered and dressed, they headed to the kitchen. Kurt made pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. Blaine watched him moving around the kitchen in his mother's apron.

"Are you sure you don't want to be a stay-at-home husband?"

Kurt didn't even look up. "Yes. It's out of the question."

"But you're such a good cook and I like you in the apron."

"Aren't you going to be making a lot of money as an attorney? We will hire a cook. I also want a housekeeper. I'm sure you don't want me breaking my nails while cleaning."

Blaine nodded. That was true. He loved Kurt's nails across his back. It was so raw and painful and it made him orgasm harder.

"I promise, I'll cook for you on the weekends. In the apron. And I won't wear anything else."

Blaine could live with that.

When they arrived at the country club for the match, Pete looked at Blaine and started grinning.

"Holy shit. We are going to demolish them."

Kurt left to join Tyler in the viewing area. Blaine didn't take his eyes off of him until he was seated.

"Hey Tyler."

"Hi."

They sat in silence until Tyler couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What happened to you the last time?"

"What?"

"Two weeks ago. You never showed up for the match. It was canceled due to the rain but...still...you never showed up. Where were you? Blaine was frantic."

Kurt wasn't sure what to say. He and Blaine had still never discussed how Kurt ended up at headquarters.

"Um...I was just running late and...then...I ran into Blaine and...uh...we went home." What a terrible lie. Kurt knew he didn't sound convincing. But, Tyler just nodded. "Okay."

By the second set, it was obvious the twins were going to lose. Every time one of them realized Blaine was going to return the ball, they jumped out of the way and then claimed they thought the other one was going to hit it. Pete and Blaine won easily.

They had lunch at the club with Pete and Tyler and Barbie and then returned to Blaine's house. No one was home. Blaine took a shower and then led Kurt to the basement. They put in a movie and never watched it because Blaine started sucking on Kurt's neck and then Kurt started stroking Blaine's cock and, Blaine had always wondered if the pool table was high enough for him to bend Kurt over and fuck him and well it was...

As Blaine lay there afterward, his entire body hummed with happiness. Finally. He was so fucking happy.

Phil was dead.

Kurt belonged to him.

His parents were leaving him alone.

Kurt belonged to him.

The darkness was behaving.

He was going to give Kurt a $15,000 engagement ring next weekend.

Yeah. Life was finally good.

As they sped along I-75 south towards Cincinnati, Blaine decided this was an excellent idea. He and Kurt deserved a vacation. They had been through a lot of shit the past month. This was just what they needed.

Plus, Blaine was thrilled to be out of his house. Things were growing stranger by the day.

First, his mother was rarely there anymore. She always seemed to be at his aunt's house. When she was there, she was spacey and out of it. When Blaine told her he was leaving for the weekend with Kurt, it barely seemed to register.

Second, his father was in a drunk, depressed haze. He was either in his home office, passed out on the desk. In the bedroom, passed out on the floor. Or, at Collin's passed out at the bar. The campaign was starting to flounder. They had no leader and their candidate was never around anymore. Meghan had canceled the next 3 weeks worth of events and issued a press release saying James was in mourning. She had also started circulating her resume.

James still wasn't speaking to Blaine but, Blaine figured it was because he was too drunk and not due to anything else.

So, as his parents fell apart, Blaine thrived. He was more in love with Kurt than ever and the darkness was continuing to feel amazingly strong after sex. As an added bonus, Kurt had grown more bonded to him, as if that were possible. Blaine could now physically feel his possession and control over Kurt. It lived in him next to the darkness and as far as he could tell, Kurt's enslavement to him lived inside of Kurt. This knowledge was the best aphrodisiac ever. Blaine could lay in bed at night, not touch himself, think of Kurt's enslavement to him, get hard and have an orgasm.

They arrived in Cincinnati early Friday afternoon. Once they were settled in their hotel, they walked around downtown, had an early dinner on the square and then returned to the hotel to rest before the show. The show was great. Naturally, it didn't feature the Broadway headliners but, the performances were still outstanding. Afterward, they had a light dinner at the hotel bar and returned to their room.

On Saturday morning, Blaine slipped out early and went to Tiffany's. He had made arrangements for a salesperson to be there before opening time so he could pick up the ring. For a $15,000 customer, they were willing to make special accommodations. The ring was actually a wedding band. A Lucida band ring. It was platinum with a full circle of diamonds. 2.42 carats to be exact. Blaine knew Kurt would absolutely love it. Expensive and beautiful. He arrived back in their room and had time to hide it in his bag, right before Kurt woke up.

They spent the day driving around Cincinnati. It was a nice city. Clean, lots of arts organizations, cute neighborhoods. However, like most of the Midwest, it was conservative. Kurt and Blaine agreed that they would still prefer New York, despite the expense.

That night they headed to the GayDay party. It was amazing. Beautiful gay men and women, dressed in high fashion or costumes, dancing, drinking and having a great time. For the first time ever, Kurt didn't feel like he was in Ohio. No one seemed to notice that Kurt and Blaine were two high school students. No one asked for ID at the door. They just took their tickets and said have a gay time.

And they did. Blaine was an excellent dancer so, the two of them stayed on the dance floor almost all night. The DJ was superb, mixing in club, hip hop, pop, Top 40 and the 80's. They danced and sang along to every song. Blaine loved Kurt's pink, kilt style outfit and couldn't keep his hands off of his beautiful boyfriend.

When they finally took a break, Blaine headed to the bathroom, leaving Kurt at the bar with explicit instructions not to move or talk to anyone.

"Hi."

"Hi." Kurt didn't want to be rude.

"I love your outfit."

"Thank you." Once again, not being rude.

"I'm Chad."

"I'm taken."

"Well, of course you are, sweetheart. Just look at you."

The comment sent shivers up Kurt's spine. It scared him. He turned to look at Chad.

He was a big guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. His outfit was very plain. A shirt and jeans. Something about him seemed very out of place in this setting.

"My boyfriend is in the bathroom. It would probably be best if you weren't here when he gets back."

Chad smiled. It wasn't a warm or friendly smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Okay, honey. I'll see you later."

Chad walked off.

When Blaine got back, Kurt told him about Chad. Blaine grew dark and his eye color deepened. He scanned the room looking for Chad but, they didn't see him.

"Come on. Let's not let some predatory gay jerk ruin our night." Kurt kissed Blaine and ran his nails lightly down his back. That always worked.

They stayed at the party for another hour. Kurt pulled Blaine out of his dark mood and they had a great time.

Then it was time to leave.

As they walked back to the hotel, Blaine started singing, When I Get You Alone. He was dancing backwards and around Kurt in circles. Kurt laughed. Blaine's voice was great and of course the lyrics were sexy fun.

That's why they didn't see them.

As they passed an alley way, Chad reached out and grabbed Kurt while two of his buddies grabbed Blaine. Kurt tried to scream but Chad covered his mouth with his hand.

"Shh. No need for all that. This will be quick. I promise. I just need to get off and your sweet ass is perfect for my big dick."

The two that grabbed Blaine slammed him against the wall. One placed his hand around Blaine's throat, holding him in place. The other punched him in the stomach a few times. Then they let him fall to the ground. He was on his knees gasping and breathing hard.

"Aww sweetie. Can't catch your breath?"

But that wasn't the problem.

Kurt stopped flailing in Chad's arms. He could feel what was about to happen. He yelled at the two thugs standing over Blaine.

"Run! Run!"

They looked at him in confusion. Run? Why was this faggot telling them to run? They had the upper hand.

Chad gripped Kurt tighter. "I told you to shut up!"

Blaine threw his head back and screamed. Like before, the darkness flooded his veins, replacing his blood, burning him.

He lost control.

The two standing over him fell to the ground as pain hit their bodies. They started screaming and rolling around. Kurt was screaming, "No! Blaine! No! Don't kill them! Blaine!"

Blaine released them and they scrambled out of the alley and ran. Blaine turned towards Chad.

Chad had released Kurt and was backing away, his eyes full of fear. He started choking, gasping for breath. His eyes were bulging and he fell to his knees. Kurt jumped in front of Blaine.

"Blaine! Stop! Don't! You don't have to kill him! Please Blaine, stop!"

Blaine released him. Chad fell on the ground, coughing and wheezing. Kurt turned to him. "Run you dumb shit! Run!" Chad struggled to his feet and ran.

Kurt turned back to Blaine.

"Blaine?"

Blaine was on his back, twitching and rolling around. He screamed and dug his nails into the ground. He couldn't get the darkness back under control. It was burning him, determined once again to stay free. Waves of heat crashed through him and he screamed.

Kurt was hysterical. "Blaine! Blaine, what is it? What can I do? Blaine! Oh, God, please...Blaine! Blaine!"

Kurt was kneeling next to him on the ground, watching him in horror. What could he do to stop this?

"Please Blaine, just tell me what to do!"

Blaine grabbed Kurt's arm and Kurt could feel the heat through Blaine's hand but, he didn't pull away. He wasn't sure why but, he suddenly felt an urge, a pull. Kurt threw himself on top of Blaine's body. He grabbed Blaine's hands and pulled them up to lay flat, palms up on either side of his head. He then laced his fingers in his and pressed his body down against Blaine. Kurt screamed as the heat flowed from Blaine into him but he kept pressing and then...

Calm.

A cool calm floated over them. They lay there for a few minutes. When Blaine opened his eyes, he had to blink to focus. It took him a moment to realize that Kurt was laying flat on top of him.

"Kurt?"

Silence.

"Kurt? Beautiful, wake up."

Silence.

"Kurt?"

Silence.

"Kurt?" Blaine carefully rolled their bodies, moving Kurt off of him and on to his back.

"Kurt! Kurt! Wake up! Wake up! Shit! Kurt! Please!"

Kurt didn't move.

Blaine gathered him up in his arms and pressed his head to his chest and started rocking. "Kurt! Kurt! Wake up! Wake up, dammit! Kurt!"

For the first time since he was 14, Blaine started crying.