Quick shout out: If you have not read The Sidhe by Chazzam, I highly suggest you start after finishing this chapter. It is complete so, you can read it straight through. It is worth it just to get to the final chapter. Absolutely beautiful writing. I'm not one for sci-fi Klaine stories, but trust me, this one is worth the read.

I still don't own them. If I did, Chris Colfer would not graduate after this season.

Chapter 37

Finally, Kurt and Blaine found themselves enjoying some peace.

James threw himself into the re-election campaign. Promoting Meghan to campaign manager had been an outstanding idea. She was smart and full of great ideas. The team felt inspired by her optimism and drive and most importantly, they respected and trusted her leadership. James was impressed. He also wondered why he had never noticed how attractive Meghan was. She certainly wasn't as beautiful as Elaine, but she had a beautiful smile and a great set of breasts. She ran every morning at 5:00 am so, her legs were lovely. How had he missed all that?

Elaine practically moved in with her sister. Since school was out, Eleanor had her hands full with the kids so, she appreciated Elaine coming over to help out. They went to the pool or the park everyday. Elaine spent the time away from home, thinking. She knew she had some decisions to make. She just wasn't ready to make them.

With James and Elaine gone all the time, Blaine was thrilled to finally share his magnificent home with his boyfriend. His goal was to fuck Kurt in every room of the house and his tree house.

The boys fell into a comfortable routine. Pete and Blaine would practice in the morning while Kurt worked at the shop with his dad until around Noon. They would meet at Blaine's house around 2:00 pm. There were more rooms in the Anderson home so it was taking them a while to make their way through the entire house. Especially since they kept revisiting their favorite places. Kurt loved the dinning room. The ceiling was a mirror type material and the table was the perfect height for him to lay on while Blaine stood in front of him and fucked him. Kurt loved being able to watch Blaine screwing him. It was the sexiest, hottest thing he had ever seen.

Blaine loved the basement because of the wall space. Taking Kurt against the wall was hands down his favorite way of fucking his boyfriend. He loved the rough, brutality of it. He would pick Kurt up and slam him into the wall. Kurt would hold on to him so tightly, digging his nails into his skin, that he drew blood. Kurt's groans and the sound of his body hitting the wall did something to the darkness in Blaine that he couldn't describe. It would get super hot and, if Blaine allowed it to, it would encircle their bodies and slam Blaine into Kurt even harder. Blaine didn't want to admit that he liked the violent nature of this position. Afterward, he would lovingly kiss the bruises on Kurt's back. He always felt bad about the bruising, but Kurt never seemed to mind. Blaine got the feeling that Kurt was just as turned on by the whole thing as he was.

The only problem with all this fucking was that they weren't researching anything, something Kurt pointed out repeatedly.

"Blaine, I thought you said we were going to snoop around your dad's office today."

"We will," said Blaine as he unzipped Kurt's pants.

"Then why are you unzipping my pants?"

"I need to see your dick first."

"Why? Blaine...why...Blaine? Ohhh...Blaine..."

Finally, Kurt put his foot down. "We need to do this. You can't keep getting stronger. People are going to start thinking you are on steroids."

"I am. A steroid called Kurt."

But Blaine knew Kurt was right. Pete had withdrawn from all singles matches against him. "I only want you playing with me, not against me. I know how powerful you are. I'm not about to let you kill me on the court." Other players eyed Blaine warily. He looked like he could kill someone with a tennis ball. He and Pete had won every doubles match so far and it was assumed that Blaine would win every singles match, once the singles games started. The match director was growing worried because no one wanted to play against him.

So, Blaine allowed Kurt to drag him from their fuck fest to scope out former staff members in Columbus. The state house records office proved their best source of information since Congressman Jim had been in office prior to the age of computers. Blaine was impressed with Kurt's patience and determination. The files were old and dusty, but Kurt was on a mission. He painstakingly went through every file, taking notes and pestering the records administrator with questions.

On Wednesday, they sat in Blaine's room, deciding who to approach first. Blaine had hung his grandfather's portrait on the wall of his room. Kurt stared at it.

"I wish he could just tell us."

Blaine gave him a weary look. "I think I have enough strange stuff in my life Kurt. I don't need portraits to start talking to me." Blaine didn't tell Kurt that sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would wake up and look at the portrait, thinking he heard someone calling him. He had contemplated taking it down and hanging it somewhere else in the house, but he was scared his dad would throw it out.

"Okay, so who are we going to see?"

Kurt became very businesslike. "These are the people I think would be the most likely to know something."

Jacob Carter – Chief of Staff

Meggie Roberts – Secretary

O McDougal – Chief Strategist

"O McDougal?" Blaine thought for a moment. "I've heard that name before. I think he was a good friend of my grandparents."

Kurt beamed. "Perfect. I think we should start with Meggie Roberts, then Jacob Carter and save O for last. What kind of name is O?"

"I'm sure it stands for something. Maybe my mom will know."

Kurt looked at Blaine hopefully. "Is there anyway you could ask your dad? He would have grown up knowing these people."

Blaine shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. He hasn't spoken to me since our fight. I'm not about to ask him anything." Blaine looked at Kurt. The two had never discussed that night. Blaine knew Kurt had driven to Westerville to make sure he was okay, but he didn't know Kurt and his mom had talked or that she knew about the ring. Blaine's voice was quiet.

"You know...I heard your voice that night."

Kurt looked at him. "Yes. I know."

"I would have killed my father."

Kurt nodded. "I know."

Blaine pushed Kurt back on to the floor and climbed on top of him. He lightly ran his tongue along Kurt's lips before sliding his tongue into Kurt's mouth. Kurt moaned into the kiss and tried to maintain control of his senses.

"Blaine...stop...we have to find addresses for these people..."

Blaine didn't stop. Instead, he lowered his body and started rubbing their cocks against one another. He started kissing Kurt's neck, working his way down his chest.

"You are so beautiful and you are mine...mine...mine. All mine. Forever and ever and ever."

Kurt hummed and moaned in response. "Mmmm. Yes. Yours, yours, yours."

Blaine came back up and looked into Kurt's eyes. His eyes grew dark and he wrapped his control around Kurt.

"I love you so much Kurt. Do you love me?"

"Yes. I love you. So very much."

"Who do you belong to?"

"I belong to you, master. Only you."

Blaine groaned. He stood up, took off his boxers and sat down on top of Kurt. He tightened his control.

"I wanna fuck your mouth."

Kurt moaned. "Yes master." Blaine scooted up further on his chest until he was at the right angle. Kurt opened his mouth and accepted Blaine's cock. It filled his mouth completely, sliding down his throat comfortably. Blaine started moving in and out, moaning at the lovely sensation of Kurt's lips and warm tongue. Kurt closed his eyes and concentrated on sucking lightly. He didn't have to do much. In this position, Blaine was in control. Kurt smiled to himself. To think that just a few months ago, he had been terrified to swallow.

Blaine sped up. He warned Kurt, as he neared his orgasm.

"Ugh, Kurt...I'm gonna fucking... explode...swallow beautiful...swallow all of it...ugh..."

Kurt readied himself as Blaine poured his cum down his throat. Kurt closed his lips around Blaine's dick and moaned as he swallowed. Blaine thought he might come again, just from the sounds Kurt made. He shivered as Kurt kept licking his softening cock. He finally slid out and moved down Kurt's body, laying on top of him. Kurt wrapped his arms around him. How were they ever going to get anything done?

They lay there for half an hour before Kurt insisted they try to find addresses for Jacob, Meggie and O.

They started with Meggie. Since she had been secretary, they figured she might have contact information for the other two. They searched online and found a listing for a Charles and Meggie Roberts in Columbus. Kurt made the call.

Turned out Meggie had died of a stroke a year earlier. Her husband remembered Congressman Jim and thought highly of him. He'd been a good boss to his wife and she had enjoyed working for him.

Kurt sighed. "Nothing exciting there."

Next was Jacob Carter. He was a semi-retired attorney with the Columbus firm of Carter Wilcox & Saxbe. Being semi-retired, he would be more than happy to help a high school student doing research on Congressman Jim. He had nothing but time.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Kurt, I don't think we are going to learn anything about the darkness from him. I think we are going to hear hundreds of political war stories."

"But that will be interesting!"

"Maybe for you. You forget what family I'm from. I hate politics."

"Well, its a start. And maybe he knows where O McDougal is living."

They agreed to meet Friday at 10 am.

Jacob Carter was a short man, in his early 70's, with white hair and a friendly smile. He didn't practice law anymore. He just came into the office a few days a week to shuffle papers around on his desk and flirt with the paralegals. However, he was well-respected for his accomplishments during his youth. A smart attorney, well-versed in the law, Jacob was one of the first attorneys in the state to recognize the money to be made by law firms creating government relations consulting firms within their practices. After years of working for Congressman Jim, Jacob launched his consulting firm and made millions.

He studied the two boys sitting across from him with great interest. Especially the one with black hair.

"What did you say your name was again?"

"I didn't," answered Blaine. Kurt glared at him. Blaine had been in a dark, hostile mood since they had arrived in Columbus. They had made the appointment under Kurt's name since Blaine didn't want word getting back to his father that he was running around Columbus asking questions about this grandfather. Plus, he wasn't sure how forthcoming Jacob would be if he knew he was sitting across from Congressman Jim's grandson.

"Blaine."

"Blaine what?"

Should he lie? He glanced at Kurt. Kurt shook his head and mouthed the word, truth.

"Blaine Anderson."

"Ah," said Jacob. "I thought you looked familiar." He paused and studied Blaine for a moment. "You have Jim's eyes."

Kurt cleared his throat. "What can you tell us about Congressman Jim?"

As Blaine had predicted, Jacob launched into a series of Jim and Jacob's greatest hits. Kurt found it all fascinating and after a while, even Blaine got sucked into Jacob's storytelling style. Blaine knew his grandfather had accomplished a lot but, it was fascinating to hear just how he did it. Blaine noticed that all of Jacob's stories involved Congressman Jim staring down his opponent. Staring them down so hard that they swore his eyes changed colors. Blaine smiled.

After an hour, Kurt began gently digging for more information.

"How do you think the Congressman was able to strike so many tough deals? What was his secret?"

"Oh, he was just an astute politician. He understood all sides of the issues and how to find a common denominator."

Blaine gave Jacob a hard look. "Do you really think that's all there was to it?" Kurt shot him a look. His plan was to tread softly. Blaine was a bulldozer.

Jacob narrowed his eyes and looked at Blaine. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, do you think there was more going on?"

"Like what?"

Blaine shrugged and spoke slowly. "Oh, I don't know...maybe something...darker?"

Kurt glared at Blaine but Jacob sat back and chuckled.

"Oh, I know what you're getting at. I heard the same stories for years. Stories about Jim being able to...control people somehow. Plant ideas in their heads. Make them do what he said. It was all hogwash."

"Was it?" Kurt wanted to bop Blaine in the head.

For the first time since they'd sat down, Jacob looked uncomfortable.

"Let me tell you boys how those stories got started. Jim used to tell a ridiculous story about how, when his mama was early on in her pregnancy, so early in fact that she didn't even know she was pregnant, her, his dad and some friends, all went on a vacation to New Orleans. While they was down there, they visited one of those voodoo priestess people. Just for fun and out of curiosity. Well, supposedly, this priestess person, blessed his mama and told her she was pregnant, it was a boy and that he would be special. Some crap like that. Anyway, Jim loved that story. Loved to tell it. I think he actually believed it. So, you see? That's how all that nonsense about Jim being able to do stuff got started. A bunch of rubbish."

Kurt was enthralled.

Blaine was disgusted. A voodoo priestess? Was he kidding? This was all bullshit. He looked at Kurt. Aw, hell...Kurt was totaling buying this crap.

"So,"asked Kurt, "you don't think that maybe the Congressman really could...make people do things?"

Jacob was quiet. He looked at Kurt for a moment and then at Blaine. He leaned forward and took a closer look at Blaine. Blaine stared back. He continued looking at Blaine as he spoke, his voice suddenly quiet and slightly suspicious.

"Why are you boys really here?"

Kurt tried to sound as innocent as possible. "We are doing a research project on the Congressman."

"Uh huh," said Jacob. He was still staring at Blaine. "You remind me of your grandfather. You have that same look he always had. The same...body language. Strong, powerful...just a bit unsettling."

Blaine said nothing. He leaned forward and locked his eyes with Jacob's. Kurt let out a little gasp as he realized what Blaine was doing.

"Jacob, I want you to tell me the truth. Did my grandfather have some type of power that allowed him to control others?"

Jacob was out of practice. Back in the day when he worked for the congressman, he had learned early on how to avoid Jim's controlling stare and the control he could wrap around a person to make them do what he wanted. Jim had actually appreciated the fact that Jacob couldn't fall prey to him. He felt it made Jacob one of the few people on his staff he could trust to freely tell him the truth.

But that was a long time ago.

Jacob stared back at Blaine. "Yes. Yes he did."

"Do you know how it worked Jacob?"

"No."

"Who would know how it works? Who would my grandfather have explained it to."

"O McDougal."

Blaine sat back and released Jacob. Jacob blinked. He looked at Blaine.

"So, you're like him"

"I think so."

Jacob stood up. "Go see O. He can tell you what you want to know. He was your grandfather's chief strategist and best friend. I don't know anything."

"Will O talk to us?" asked Kurt.

"That I don't know. He was angry with Jim right before he died and he seemed to grow angrier with him after Tania's death. Maybe the years have lessened his ire."

Kurt and Blaine stood up. "Thank you so much Mr. Carter. We appreciate you taking time to meet with us." Kurt wanted to leave things on a friendly note but Jacob glared at him and then fixed a cold look on Blaine.

"You're welcome, but do me a favor? Don't come back."

X-X-X-X-X

"Aw, beautiful. Come on. Don't be mad."

Kurt was stalking towards Blaine car. A perfect, ticked off bitch expression on his face.

"Kurt...stop." Kurt whirled around.

"I can't believe you did that Blaine Anderson! We were supposed to step lightly. Gain his confidence. Instead, you knock him out and make him mad at us!"

"Who cares if he's mad? He didn't know anything important anyway. A voodoo priestess? Seriously? Besides, we learned what we needed to know. This O guy is the person we need to talk to."

"What if O won't talk to us? Jacob might have been able to help us find other people who might know something!"

Blaine looked skeptical. "I don't think so Kurt. I don't think anyone else knows anything except, maybe my father and he isn't going to help me."

Kurt sighed and looked at Blaine. He looked so sexy. His hair was starting to grow longer and his skin was tan from both the darkness and playing tennis in the sun. As always, Kurt could feel Blaine's power and strength, almost as if it were simmering on his skin. Ever since placing the ring on his finger, Blaine's hold on him had grown stronger and tighter. Kurt cherished his capture. His enslavement to Blaine was increasing and he didn't mind at all. In fact, he relished it. He reached over and caressed Blaine's hair.

"Fine. I'll try to call and set up a visit."

Mark was ecstatic.

He had struck pay dirt and all it cost him was a measly $100 bucks.

Mark had met Tasha and the cleaning team at Phil's condo. They were thrilled to find the place neat, clean and organized. It wouldn't take them long to pack up.

Mark had wandered around the condo in disappointment. It was obvious that Senator Anderson had been there. There were no papers in the office, at least nothing even remotely related to the campaign. As he thought about it, he realized that it had been silly of him to think he would find something. Of course Anderson would clean out his best friend's condo. The safe was empty and open. Wonder what used to be in there? Mark looked in the closet. Empty. He jumped up to see if anything was on the shelf. His eye caught a quick glance of purple.

He grabbed a chair and stood on it. There was a very ornate purple box on the top shelf. Strange that this would be left there.

He pulled it down and opened it.

Tucked inside the tissue paper was a beautiful stainless steel, padded collar. With the name Blaine engraved on it.

Mark grinned.

X-X-X-X-X

When Mark got back to his apartment, he took the collar out and studied it. It was very pretty and looked very expensive. His mind was working overtime. What was the story behind the collar? Did Phil and Blaine have a thing going on? Did Phil have a thing for Blaine? Mark gasped. Maybe Blaine really was behind the fire? Did he kill Phil because Phil was molesting him? Were they lovers who had a fight and Blaine lost it? Blaine always looked rather menacing. Was he capable of murder?

Mark's mind was racing with possibilities when his cell phone rang. It was his editor, Jack.

"Yeah Jack?"

"Hey, there's been a shooting over by Jefferson Arms. Two bodies found. I need you to go cover it."

Mark shuddered. He didn't like to cover violent murders.

"Aw, Jack. Come on. You know murder isn't my thing. I'm supposed to cover politics."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but Richard is already out on another story. I need you to pinch hit for me on this one."

Mark sighed heavily. "Fine. Hey! I think I have a new story to follow up the Anderson piece."

"Fine, fine. Just go cover the Jefferson Arms story. You can tell me about the new story later."

Mark headed out, leaving the box and the collar on his desk.

X-X-X-X-X

Tyler took out his key to Mark's apartment and let himself in. He had been surprised when Mark gave him a key. It seemed like a very boyfriend-ish thing to do and Mark was not his boyfriend. They were just lovers. Right?

"Mark?"

He looked around. Oh well. Mark was always getting called away for some breaking news story. Tyler would wait. He'd been looking forward to Mark fucking him all day. Still not as good as Blaine, but damn close. Really, really close.

He decided to play around online. He walked to Mark's desk and froze.

At first, Tyler thought the collar might be for him. He thought hard about this. How did he feel about bondage? Blaine had tied his hands behind his back once with a silk scarf they had found in the costume closet. Tyler had loved it. The feeling of being helpless, combined with Blaine pounding his ass mercilessly, had been incredible. But, a collar? He wasn't sure how he felt about that. He might be willing to give it a try. He would try anything sexual once.

He picked it up. It was very pretty. Then he saw the name.

Blaine.

Tyler actually choked and had to get a glass of water.

What the hell?

He sat down to wait for Mark.

X-X-X-X-X

Yuck.

Mark couldn't wait to take a shower. He hated murder scenes. So depressing and frightening and the smell...ugh.

He was glad to see Tyler waiting for him.

"Hey! Hi sweetie. I'm sorry you had to..."

"What the hell is this?"

Tyler was holding up the collar.

Uh oh.

"Calm down. You'll never guess where I got that from?"

"Where?"

"Phil Williams' condo?"

"Who?"

"Phil Williams! The guy who died in the Anderson Headquarters fire. Come on Tyler. Keep up with me. I knew Anderson's kid was involved somehow."

Tyler felt a wave of panic.

"But Mark, I told you. Blaine was with me the day of the fire."

"I know, I know but...there might be another angle to the story. I mean, why would Phil have a collar of all things, with Blaine's name on it? Something had to be going on and I am going to find out what. It will make a great follow up story to the other article."

Tyler was on the verge of tears.

"No."

"What?"

"No. You can't do that Mark. You can't do that to Blaine."

"What are you talking about? Tyler, this could be a huge story!"

"I don't care. You can't do that to Blaine."

"Look, I know he's your friend, but Tyler, I'm a journalist. If there's a story here, I have an obligation to report it."

"Not if it's going to hurt someone!"

"Tyler, don't be so naive. Blaine is a part of a political family. He knows his life is an open book, whether he wants it to be or not."

Tyler was shaking his head vigorously. "No! You have a choice. You don't have to do this!"

Mark felt a wave of jealousy ripple through him.

"Why do you care so much?"

Tyler blushed. "Blaine's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve this."

Why was Tyler blushing? Now Mark really felt jealous.

"Did you sleep with him?"

Tyler didn't answer.

"You did, didn't you? You slept with him!"

"That isn't what this is about!"

"Jesus Tyler! Is there anyone in this town you haven't let fuck you?"

The second the words were out of his mouth, Mark regretted them.

Tyler's face fell and his eyes welled up with tears.

Mark felt like shit. "Tyler...Tyler, I'm sorry."

Tyler ran towards the door. Mark felt awful. He hadn't meant to hurt him.

"Tyler! Please! I'm sorry!"

"Fuck you Mark! I hate you!"

"Tyler!"

Tyler ran out of the apartment, down the stairs and sped away in his car.

Mark sat down at his desk, his head in his hands.

Shit. He hadn't meant to hurt Tyler. Tyler was sweet and loving and so great in bed. His ass was beautiful and the way he gave head...like his life depended on it. Mark liked Tyler. A lot.

He looked at the collar. He really liked Tyler, but he had a responsibility as a journalist, right? He couldn't allow his personal feelings to get in the way.

I am determined to finish this in 40 chapters. 42 at the most. I cannot believe I went past 20 to begin with. So, chapters will be longer. I hope that's a good thing.

Also, from here on out, it's all answers about the darkness and lots of smut and Klaine sex. I'll assume no one has a problem with that.

Please review. Reviews are what turned this into a full story. The love kept me going. Along with Blaine's control. :-)