Christmas

The moment Kurt arrived home for the Christmas holiday, he could feel a strange vibe in the Hummel-Hudson home. Despite the big smiles and loving hugs that greeted him, he could tell something was definitely off with his dad and Carole, and he didn't believe it had a thing to do with his dad's upcoming move to D.C.

Friday evening, Kurt cornered Finn as he was getting ready to head to Rachel's.

"Come on, Finn. If I can tell something's wrong from a few phone calls, you have to have noticed something. You're here every night."

"It's not like I'm here all the time, dude. I have a life."

"So, everything seems fine to you? Nothing's been different?"

Finn thought for a moment. "Well…I don't know. Maybe they've been a little quieter lately."

"Quieter?"

"You know how they are. Laughing, giggling…chasing each other into the bedroom. Ugh." Finn made a disgusted face. "Gross."

"And now?"

"I don't know. They're just…quieter. They haven't been doing that as much. Actually…now that I think about it, they haven't been doing it at all."

"Have they been arguing?"

"No…well…maybe a little."

"About what?"

"I don't know."

Kurt was exasperated. "Come on, Finn. Think! You must've heard something."

Finn shook his head. "Not really. Just the usual stuff. Burt wishes you would breakup with Blaine; Mom thinks he should stay out of it."

Kurt's chest tightened. "Stay out of it? Is that what she said? Stay out of it?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

"Stay out of what?"

"I don't know! You and Blaine's relationship, I guess. Burt probably doesn't want you to end up like Kay."

"Kay? Who's Kay?"

"You know. Kay. In the Godfather. Michael Corleone's wife."

Kurt stared at Finn in disbelief. Finn stared back with equal disbelief.

"You haven't seen The Godfather movies? How is that possible? You're dating Michael Corleone!"

Kurt closed his eyes, let out a breath and shook his head. He didn't even know what to say.

"Okay, Finn. I…just…just go. Just go."

Finn grabbed his coat. He looked disapprovingly at Kurt.

"Seriously, man. You need to watch those movies. It's practically your life story."

Kurt went to his room and flopped down on his bed.

Good grief.

How on earth did Finn manage to find his way home every day?

His phone rang. He smiled when he saw Blaine's beautiful face on screen.

"Hey."

"Hi. I understand you're safe at home."

Kurt hadn't even thought about the car that followed him home or the guys sitting outside his house. It wasn't a thing anymore. It just was.

"Yeah. I'm here."

Blaine frowned. He could hear the weariness in Kurt's voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I really don't know." He told Blaine his concerns about Burt and Carole. "Things just don't feel right and I'm not buying their story about stress around my dad's D.C. move. I'm sure something else is going on."

"Like what?"

Kurt closed his eyes. He hadn't told Blaine about the conversation with his dad about the congressional committees and Blaine going to jail. He loved Blaine, and he trusted him, but…

Blaine had threatened his father once before.

Over something simple like summer vacation.

But Blaine hadn't really meant it. He would never really hurt his dad.

Even to stop him from putting him in jail.

Right?

"I don't know, but I'm sure I'll figure it out while I'm here."

"Well, let me know what you learn."

"Of course."

"So, I was calling to let you know that I'm headed to New York for a few days."

"Now? At Christmas time? You're in charge. Can't you announce a holiday break?"

Blaine smiled at the thought. "I like that idea, but unfortunately it doesn't work that way. I'll only be gone for a few days. I'll be back in time for Christmas Day."

"Will I see you?"

"I thought you wanted to spend the holidays with your family. I wasn't gonna intrude since I stole you away at Thanksgiving."

Kurt was suspicious. Since when did Blaine Anderson care about intruding?

"I'm definitely staying here, but I'd still like to see you. I have a gift for you."

"You know you don't have to give me anything. All I want and need is you, Kurt."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I still got you something, and I'd still like to see you."

"I'll call you when I get back."

"Not while you're gone?"

Blaine was quiet for a moment. "Actually, probably not. I have quite a few things to take care of, but don't worry. Like I said. I'll be back by Christmas Day, okay?"

Kurt immediately felt worried. "You're not…going on another…you know. Like before?"

"No. Absolutely not. I took care of everything, remember? I'm done with all that. I just have a few things to tend to so I can return to school in January. Okay?"

Kurt sighed. What choice did he have? "Okay."

"Aw, don't be sad, gorgeous. If I don't see you Christmas Day, I'll definitely see you for New Years. As a matter of fact, why don't you plan on spending New Year's Eve with me? That's a fair request, right?"

Kurt smiled. "Yes. Okay."

They chatted for a few minutes more before saying goodbye.

Blaine hung up the phone and frowned.

Wonder what's going on with Burt and Carole?


The next day, Kurt, Burt and Finn went to pick out a Christmas tree while Carole stayed home and pulled out the decorations. That evening they ordered pizza and decorated the tree. The atmosphere felt light and happy to the point that Kurt started to wonder if he'd been wrong to worry so much. Maybe it really was stress about the upcoming year. After all, a lot of change was ahead for all of them. Burt's move to D.C. Graduation. Kurt's move to New York. Finn's move to…whatever it was Finn planned to do. Maybe they just needed a family meeting. Yes! That was a great idea. When was the last time they sat down and discussed everything going on and coming up? It was definitely time for a family meeting.

Kurt stood up and clapped his hands happily. "Attention everyone. I have an announcement."

"Lemme guess? A Christmas themed mystery dinner," said Burt.

Kurt shook his head. "No, but that is actually a great idea, dad. I'll keep that in mind for next year. Actually, I think it's time for a Hummel-Hudson Family meeting."

Finn frowned. "A meeting about what?"

"Well, there's a lot coming up in the New Year and I feel like we haven't really talked about it. I mean, Dad you're about to move to D.C. to join Congress, which is amazing, but who's going to run the shop while you're gone? And what's Carole going to do once Finn and I graduate? Is she staying here? Moving to D.C.? And what about the house? And Finn, what are your plans? Do you even have any? Are you going to New York with Rachel? Actually, it would be great if you did because I'm gonna be with Blaine so Rachel will need a roommate and…"

"Whoa, Kurt. Slow down," said Burt. "Just take a breath for a moment."

"But do you see what I mean? We need to talk."

Burt nodded. "I hear you and I think you're right, but let's not do this right now. It's Christmas. Why don't we wait until after the first of the year?"

Kurt shook his head. "But, why? Why not now while we're all here with plenty of time and nowhere to go? This is the perfect time to talk. Let's all get comfy in our pajamas, I'll make popcorn and hot chocolate, and we can sit by the tree and discuss what's coming up in the New Year."

Kurt started toward the stairs. "Dad, I wanna see you in those pajamas I bought you for your birthday. I know you haven't worn them yet."

Burt looked slightly panic-stricken as he watched Kurt disappear upstairs. Finn stood up, stretched and followed Kurt upstairs.

Burt glanced at Carole.

Oh boy.

"Well, it appears you have the perfect opportunity to tell Kurt your plans for the New Year."

"Carole, please don't start."

"Why not? If you're so proud of what you plan to do because it's the right thing to do, why don't you tell your son?"

"It is the right thing to do!"

"No, it's not!"

"Keep your voice down!"

"Keep Blaine's name outta that committee!"

Burt shook his head. "I'm not doing this with you, and we're not doing this with Kurt. We're not ruining Christmas. Can we agree not to bring this up?"

Carole folded her arms and stared icily at her husband. "Fine, but you have to tell him, Burt. You can't blindside him with something like this. It's not fair. If you're going to destroy his world, you should at least give him a heads up."

"Will you stop describing it like that?"

"How else should I describe it?"

Kurt came down the stairs. "Describe what?"

Burt and Carol were silent as they each tried to think of an answer. Kurt looked between the two of them. The off vibe was back.

"What's going on?"

Burt placed a hand on his shoulder. "Nothing, kiddo. Everything's great. You go make that popcorn and I'm gonna find those pajamas." Burt quickly headed upstairs. Kurt looked at Carole.

"Carole…please…what's going on? I know something's wrong."

Carole stared into Kurt's eyes. Such a sweet boy. He deserves to know what's coming.

"You need to ask your father."

"I'm asking you."

"Ask your father." Carole went upstairs.

Kurt headed into the kitchen and took out the popcorn, hot chocolate mix and milk, but then he just stood there. Fear snaked up his spine.

"Kurt…you do realize that eventually Blaine is going to jail…"

"…it's just a matter of time and you need to be prepared..."

"Organized crime is on several committee lists..."

"I'll do my job."

Burt walked into the kitchen wearing beautiful dark green pajamas with white outline stitching.

"You know, these are actually more comfortable than I thought they'd be."

Kurt looked up and into his father's eyes. He took a deep breath.

"Are you going to put Blaine in jail?"

"Let's not do this tonight, Kurt. It's Christmas time. This can wait."

"No, it can't. Just tell me."

"Kurt…"

"Dad, please! You've always been honest with me. Don't start lying to me now!"

Burt sat down heavily in a kitchen chair and ran his hands over his face. He was quiet for a moment before finally looking up.

"I'm not putting Blaine in jail. Blaine is putting himself in jail by…"

"Oh, my God! Cut the crap, Dad!"

"Hey! You watch your tone."

"Just tell me the truth!"

"Sit down."

"Just tell me."

"Sit. Down."

Kurt sat down and glared angrily at his father. Burt was quiet for a minute as he tried to figure out what to say.

"Blaine told me he's the one responsible for the East Side Massacre."

"The what?"

"The East Side Massacre. That's what law enforcement and the news media called it. The heads of all the New York crime families were blown up in an apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan. At Thanksgiving, Blaine told me he was the one behind it."

"So?"

"So? So, he admitted to murdering almost 15 people! You don't think there's something wrong with that?"

Kurt took a moment to really think about his father's question.

No.

No, he didn't think there was anything wrong with that.

He didn't think there was anything right with it either.

It wasn't wrong or right. It just was.

Wow.

What a journey.

He'd gone from freaking out about a gun in a cabinet, to accepting that his boyfriend murdered, or ordered the deaths of others on a weekly basis. Amazing how he'd arrived at this point. He chose his words carefully.

"I don't like violence, but…I understand that sometimes, in certain instances, violence is a part of life, or in this case, a part of business. It's the business Blaine was born into it and I don't…I can't blame him for that. He didn't make the rules. He didn't even wanna be in this, but he is and that means he has to protect himself, and if that means he sometimes has to kill people…well…I get it. I'd rather him kill someone than end up dead."

Burt shook his head. "I don't…I don't even know who you are anymore, Kurt. I can't believe…I raised you better than this."

Kurt took his dad's hand. "I'm still the man you raised, just not as innocent and naïve as before. I understand the world better. I know things aren't as clear cut as good is always good, and bad is always bad. There are shades of gray and shades of…survival. And sometimes survival means doing things you wouldn't normally do."

Burt shook his head. "I hear you, Kurt but Blaine chose this life. Yes, he was born into it, but he could've chosen another direction for himself and he didn't. He chose this one and he has to pay the consequences for that choice."

Kurt shook his head. "It's not as easy as that. It was never that easy. Blaine fought against joining his family's business for as long as he could. Once his father was murdered it was kind of a wrap. Cooper was a mess and Blaine couldn't just let it all fall apart. Surely you get that. If something happened to you, I wouldn't let the shop just go to hell. And yes, I know the shop is different, but…it's still a family business. No one wants to see their family business fall apart."

Burt shook his head in disagreement. "No. Blaine could have dissolved the illegal side of their business by simply stopping. Instead he decided to expand to New York. He chose this and choices have consequences."

"Dad, I can't believe you really think it's that simple, but more importantly, why do you feel it's your job to hand out consequences? Why do you have to be the one to make him pay?"

"It's my job."

"No, it isn't! You ran for Congress to help save the arts! To take down Sue Sylvester! How did you go from the arts to taking on organized crime?"

Burt said nothing.

"I already know the answer. When I started dating Blaine. That's when organized crime became your signature issue. Be honest, dad. This has nothing to do with serving the people of Ohio. This is all about me. If I break up with Blaine tomorrow, you'll drop this entire thing."

"I won't lie to you, Kurt. This is in large part about you, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong to wanna take on things that are clearly illegal and wrong!"

They sat in silence. Kurt stared at the table while Burt stared at his son.

Kurt hated what he was about to do, but it was the only thing he could think of to save Blaine and at that moment that's all he cared about. He wouldn't tell his father everything. Just enough to get him to stop.

"Okay. Since you're now the law and order candidate, I don't want you to be a hypocrite, so…after the holidays… I'll turn myself in."

"What?"

"I've...I've killed two people. Two of the men holding me hostage this summer."

"W-what?"

"I'm a murderer like Blaine. Don't I deserve consequences?"

Burt stared at him in disbelief.

"You wanna save me, Dad? You don't go after Blaine. I'm not saying you have to do anything to prevent whatever's going to happen. I'm just asking that you don't help it along."

Burt was speechless. They sat in silence for several minutes before he finally spoke.

"Tell me about it."

"About what?"

"Tell me about these murders."

Kurt took a deep breath. He'd never told his father the details of what happened to him that summer. Blaine and Alicia were the only people who knew all the details. He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaled and began to talk. He told him everything, tearing up when he spoke about killing Cooper to save Blaine. That death was the only one that saddened him just a bit because of Anastasia.

When he finished, Burt remained silent. After several minutes he finally stood up.

"Stay here."

He was gone for several minutes causing Kurt to grow nervous. Was his father calling the police?

Burt returned and sat down. He slid a tape over to Kurt.

"You win."

"What is this?"

"A tape of Blaine's confession."

"You recorded him?"

"Yes."

"How do I know this is the only copy?"

"You don't. You'll just have to trust me."

Kurt picked up the small tape. "I didn't know they still made small tapes for recorders. Nowadays you can just record things on your phone."

Burt said nothing.

Kurt placed the tape back on the table and looked at his dad.

"Dad…I don't want Blaine to keep coming between us. I love you. You're the most important person in the world to me."

Burt gave him a slightly resigned smile. "After Blaine, of course."

Kurt's eyes welled up with tears as he shook his head. "No. No. Not after Blaine. You'll always be first."

Burt shook his head. "It's okay, Kurt. It's a part of growing up. I just wish…never mind…"

"What?"

Burt stood up and held open his arms. Kurt jumped up and fell into them, holding his father tight. "I love you, dad. I love you most. I always will. Always."

"Me too, kiddo. Me too."

I just wish you'd fallen in love with someone else. Anyone else.


Life in the Hummel-Hudson home returned to normal. Burt and Carole returned to their easy and relaxed loving ways which allowed Kurt to finally relax and enjoy being home. Even Finn felt better and found himself hanging out at home more. He now realized that he'd been staying gone to escape the tension in the house.

When Carole asked Burt about his talk with Kurt, Burt didn't share the details. He just assured her that Kurt helped him decide it would be best if he stayed out of the hunt for Blaine Anderson.

"I'm never going to approve, but this is who Kurt is determined to be with so…I don't have a choice. You were right. I can't lose my son, and if I keep going after Blaine, I will."

Carole placed her hands on Burt's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "I'm so proud of you. I know this isn't easy, but you're doing the right thing. Besides, just because Kurt loves him now, doesn't mean he'll love him forever. Like Kurt said, a lot is going to change next year. Who knows what the future holds for our boys."

Burt nodded.

He wanted to believe her.

But he knew better.

Blaine smiled and accepted the warm hug from Laurent.

"Oh, Blaine. It's so good to see you up walking normally and looking great."

Laurent's words thrilled Blaine because he'd been working hard in physical therapy and at the gym, determined to walk completely upright and strong into this meeting, and determined to be 100% better by the time school started in January. Telio worried that Blaine was pushing himself too hard, but he was impressed with Blaine's determination. It was hard to believe six weeks had already passed since the shooting.

Logan shook his hand and seemed genuinely glad to see him. "Welcome, Blaine. It's good to have you back."

"Thank you."

Blaine, Telio, Vincent, Logan, Laurent and San Lucas sat down around a beautiful mahogany table. "Shall we begin?" asked Logan.

For the next hour Blaine listened carefully to the progress made securing New York as an Anderson stronghold.

"So, most crews have been absorbed and have adjusted. The fact that you're paying 20% more than Chartussi ever did has definitely helped. Your generosity has been noted and is appreciated."

Blaine nodded. Why not be generous? There was more than enough money to go around, and taking New York was never about money. It was about Kurt and revenge for his father.

"What about the drug business. What's happening there?"

Laurent sat back and looked at his brother. Logan sat taller and moved to the edge of his seat.

"We have a plan."

Blaine looked expectantly between Logan and Laurent. Well, yeah. Duh. They'd already discussed this. "Okay…?"

"We're taking over the drug business. All seven boroughs."

Telio and Blaine looked at each other.

Huh.

That wasn't the plan.

Blaine spoke slowly. "I thought we agreed that the drug business would move out of Anderson territory and over to New Jersey."

Logan shook his head. "That was your suggestion. The Bethenson Family will run the drug business in New York. The Andersons can stay completely out of it."

Blaine said nothing. He had to be very, very careful with his words. He didn't want to insult Logan and Laurent, or worse, piss them off. Not after all they'd done for him and all he needed them to continue doing so he could finish school. He glanced at Telio whose expression clearly said, "Be careful."

"The Andersons have never been involved in drugs. That was a strategic decision made years ago."

"And the Andersons will continue to not be involved with drugs." Logan's tone and implied intent was very clear.

The Bethensons were not under the purview of the Andersons.

There were two crime families in New York.

Not just one.

Blaine was thinking hard and fast. How far did he want to push this? How far could he push this?

Logan continued. "Did you really think we were going to just rollover and become a crew under you? Our family has been running the Bronx since 1914. The idea that we would abandon our family legacy and simply become a part of the Andersons is ridiculous. Why would we do that? We have no interest in feeding off the scraps from your table. We'll have our own feast. Besides, this is New York City. The idea of New York without drugs is insane. There's too much money to be made. Too much demand. The Andersons can keep everything else. We just want the drugs."

Blaine glanced at Telio again. Telio looked reluctantly resigned.

"Fine," said Blaine. "You keep the drug business, but I don't want Anderson men involved. We'll continue to pay you your percentage on the proceeds from everything else until we arrive here in June. After June you're cut off and on your own. No more financing from us."

Logan nodded. "That's fine. Trust me. We'll have more than enough of our own profit. If anything, you may need to see us for a loan."

The comment irked Blaine, but he decided to let it go. He had to stay focused on the big picture. Like it or not, he needed the Bethensons. At least until he moved to New York.

After a few final details they were ready to leave. Laurent looked incredibly relieved the conversation was over. "Blaine, how's Kurt?"

"He's good. Thanks for asking."

"Please tell him hello. I look forward to getting to know him better when he arrives in June."

Blaine gave him a genuine smile. "That'll be great, Laurent. Thank you."

Once Blaine and Telio were gone, Logan whooped and jumped in the air. "Yes! Come on, let's celebrate!"

Laurent frowned. "That wasn't good, Logan. Blaine was not happy."

Logan whirled around. He wanted to slap his brother but held back.

"Blaine wasn't happy? That's what you fucking care about? Seriously, Laurent. Get. Your. Shit. Together. I know you have a mancrush on him, but he's already taken. Don't let your dick get in the way of business."

"I do not. I'm not gay. I just like him. I think he's a good guy who's done a lot for us. We wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for him."

Logan popped a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses.

"Fine. I don't give a fuck. All that matters is that we now own the NYC drug business. We're about to be super fucking rich."

He held out a glass to his brother. "A toast to being richer than God."

Laurent took the glass. "A toast to the Andersons."

Logan shrugged. "Fine. I can drink to that, too."


Telio and Blaine rode back to the Kolstedt in thick silence. Once they were safely inside their suite, Telio spoke first.

"So, we're in the drug business."

Blaine shook his head. "No, we're not."

"Yeah, we are."

"No, the Bethensons are in the drug business. The Andersons own everything else. Look, I'm not crazy about the idea, but at the end of the day it works. I'd rather have Logan and Laurent running the operation than someone else. This way it's people we trust. People connected to us. We didn't want it, so let them have it."

Telio shook his head. "The problem is I don't trust them. Logan's right. They're about to make a killing. That money makes them powerful. Potentially more powerful than us."

"You act like we're poor, Telio! We have several revenue streams across several states. They only have one."

"Yeah, but that one could be equal to more than all of ours combined. Drugs is big business. I get how you feel about drugs, but…it is lucrative, and if we're trying to take our operations to the next level…"

"I don't wanna be a drug kingpin."

"I know."

"Honestly, Telio? I don't mind sharing New York with the Bethensons. This was never about power for me or even growing our operations. This was about Kurt and my father."

"I know."

"Then you're okay with everything?"

"If you're okay, I'm okay."

Blaine clapped his hands together. "Great! Let's go out tonight."

"What?"

"Come on, Telio. We're in New York. Let's actually see it. Experience it. Taste it."

Telio raised an eyebrow. "Taste it?"

Blaine started to undress. "Go take a shower. Let's get dressed, go to dinner, and then go to a club."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes! Absolutely. Do you realize we're 18 years old, but we never act like it? Let's go out tonight and party!"

"Wouldn't you rather do this with Kurt?"

"Yes, but tonight I'll do it with you."

Their first stop was a steakhouse not far from the hotel. Over dinner they discussed business before moving into conversation about life after high school. The plan was for Telio to attend Columbia University for pre-law, but he was starting to have second thoughts. Blaine wasn't hearing it.

"Didn't you tell me your mother used to talk about you going to college even when you were 6 and 7 years old?"

"Yeah, but that was before. I don't feel right leaving you to try and manage everything on your own. Four years of undergrad, three years of law school. That's seven years, Blaine."

"You're not leaving me. We'll both be here in the city."

"Yeah, but I'm not gonna have time to run around the city managing shit."

"I wouldn't expect you to, but you'll still take my calls, right? We'll still talk, you just won't be involved in the day-to-day. The Bethensons will help and I'll continue to build a trusted New York City crew. It'll be fine."

"And what about Ohio?"

"I plan to talk to Luther."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Telio was quiet for a moment before slowly nodding. "Okay. That's actually a good idea. It was the plan all along before…"

Blaine sighed. "I don't want to, but I don't feel like I have no choice. It's safer to have him on the inside than out."

After dinner they headed to a club Blaine found online. Telio felt naked and nervous without a weapon strapped to him, but Blaine was sure every club would have metal detectors.

"For one night can we just relax and pretend people aren't always trying to kill us?"

"People are always trying to kill us."

"Well, not tonight."

Once inside the club, Blaine ordered them drinks and surveyed the dance floor. It was full, but not packed. He'd chosen a straight club because he really wanted Telio to relax and enjoy himself. Plus, it had dawned on Blaine that Telio rarely saw girls. With the exception of the Crawford Country Day mixers, they were always in the presence of guys – both inside school and out.

Telio sipped his beer and surveyed the room looking for possible threats. He couldn't help himself. Blaine nudged him as a girl wearing an impossibly short skirt and halter top walked by.

"Stop with the security assessment and notice the great set of breasts that just walked by."

"Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? And what the hell do you know about breasts?"

"I may not want to sleep with them, but I love women. I totally appreciate how soft and beautiful they are."

"Fine, but if we're gonna stay, you have to promise not to say anything else like that for the rest of the night."

Blaine grinned. "Fine."

Telio would never admit it to Blaine, but he did enjoy the eye candy. He loved Alicia, but…yeah, there were some beautiful women walking around. He enjoyed looking but wasn't interested in talking to any of them. It just made him miss Alicia.

Blaine played the Guess Who's Gay game. He'd picked out three guys when his eyes landed on a slim man with dark brown hair and a killer ass. The guy caught him looking. Blaine smiled. The guy looked away quickly, but then looked back a moment later. He was standing with a group of four girls. He whispered to one of them causing the entire group to look over. Blaine kept smiling and laughed as the entire group quickly turned away. The girls were now giggling and obviously egging their friend on.

For the next 15 minutes Blaine played a visual game of hide-n-seek with the guy until a song he liked started playing. He finished off his drink, placed the glass on the bar, and turned to Telio.

"See the group standing over there? I'm gonna ask the guy to dance. You interested in any of his friends?"

Telio rolled his eyes. "No, but I'll be sure to take a picture to send to Kurt."

Blaine shrugged. "I'm not gonna fuck him. Just dance."

"And if Kurt danced with some random guy at some club?"

Blaine smoothed down the front of his shirt and gave his hair a few pats. I'd slit the guy's throat and fuck Kurt into remembering who he belongs to.

The guy's name was Jeff. He thought Blaine was incredibly hot, and so good-looking, and couldn't believe he'd gotten this lucky. He hadn't even wanted to go out tonight. Lindsey had pestered him into it.

Telio finally gave in and accepted an invitation to dance from the seventh woman to approach him. It didn't hurt that she reminded him of Alicia.

As the night wore on both boys completely relaxed and gave in to having a good time. Blaine spent the entire evening dancing with Jeff, while Telio danced with several women who all made it clear he should find them at the end of the night.

Around 1:30 am Telio pulled Blaine aside.

"Let's dip."

"Why? We've got another half hour."

"Exactly. I don't want us stuck trying to get rid of people at the end of the night. Let's just disappear."

"That's rude."

"That's safest."

Blaine looked over at Jeff who was taking a break by the bar. He really had a magnificent ass.

He could fuck him. Kurt would never need to know. Telio might not approve, but he wouldn't betray him.

"What if I don't wanna get rid of him at the end of the night? What if I wanna hit it?"

"Are you kidding?"

"No. We're young. We deserve to live a little."

"By cheating?"

"It's not cheating. It's…experimenting."

"Yeah, well this ain't chemistry class, and you're not some NYU freshman. You don't know anything about that guy. He could be an assassin or a mentally unstable stalker. More importantly, you have a boyfriend."

"It's not like I'd ever tell Kurt, and you wouldn't rat me out, right?"

"Not the point, Blaine."

"But you wouldn't, right? You wouldn't tell Kurt if I decide to take him home."

"No, I will not tell Kurt, but I'm also not letting you bring some random back to our hotel."

"Good point. Maybe he has a place…" Blaine started heading towards Jeff. Telio grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Hey! You're not doing this!"

Blaine wrenched his arm out of Telio's grasp. "Yes! I am!"

Telio watched Blaine walk over to the bar. Blaine whispered something in Jeff's ear that was immediately met with a sexy smile and a nod. They headed towards the door.

Telio turned to follow but one of the girls he'd danced with stepped in front of him.

"Hey."

"Um, hey."

"So…you wanna get out of here?"

Telio looked at her. What was her name? Kelly? Keisha?

"Um...listen. You're beautiful, and tonight was fun, but I'm gonna head home."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. Alone. No offense. I have a girlfriend, so…yeah."

"If you have a girlfriend, what are you doing here?"

"Exactly."


Back at the hotel Telio took a shower, put on some boxers, planted himself on the couch in the penthouse living room, and turned on the TV. He was almost asleep when the door opened. He checked the time. 3:07 am.

"Hi."

Telio looked Blaine up and down. "Don't take this as an insult, but that was fast."

Blaine smiled and plopped down next to him.

"I didn't sleep with him."

"Why not?"

Blaine sighed. "Because…I'm in love with this guy named Kurt who…I just don't want anyone else."

They sat in silence for a while until Blaine spoke again.

"Do you ever think…do you ever think that things have moved way too fast and it's kind of unfair?"

Telio turned off the TV. "What do you mean?"

Blaine stood up and walked over to the wall of windows overlooking the city.

"I mean, neither of us have had a chance to live. Like, truly live. Everything's been laid out for us and we haven't even graduated yet. We even have our potential spouses picked out. Well…at least I do. Do you ever think it's too much, too soon?"

Telio looked thoughtful. "Well…I guess. I never really thought about it. I mean…it's like you said. Everything was always very clear. Cooper was a fuck up so you'd become boss one day. I didn't necessary expect it to happen so soon, but I knew this is where we'd end up. As for Alicia...I don't know. I don't think I can give her a life. A real life. The life she deserves, especially considering what she wants to do. She's gonna need a security clearance and any connection to me will destroy that. I can't do that to her so I doubt I'll marry her. Honestly, I don't think I'll marry anyone. It's too risky."

Blaine thought about Kurt. Would Kurt's career suffer because of his connection to Blaine? Probably not. If anything, it might help. Fear can achieve a lot. So can money. If Broadway producers need funding for their show, Blaine could write a check and make it happen. Provided Kurt was the star, of course. How would Kurt feel about that?

"Is that what tonight was about? You wanting to go out and sleep with that guy? Fear of missing out?"

Blaine shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. I guess. Maybe I just miss Kurt. I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight, Blaine."


Christmas morning arrived clear, cold and sunny. Burt and Carole watched Kurt and Finn opening gifts with melancholy tinged happiness. Their boys were now men. Men about to go out into the world and build their own lives. Sure, they would hopefully return home for the holidays, but there were no guarantees, especially with Kurt.

Burt stared suspiciously at the large envelope presented to him by his son.

"What is this, Kurt?"

"Open it and find out."

It took a moment of reading for Burt and Carole to understand the gift. Carole jumped up and threw her arms around Kurt.

"A two-week vacation to Europe! Oh, my gosh! I can't believe it! Kurt! Finn!"

Kurt beamed. "You guys deserve it. And don't worry, dad. It's totally open-ended. Whenever you're ready to go, just call the number and they'll take care of everything. First class service and accommodations all the way."

"This seems really expensive, Kurt. How'd you pay for this?"

"It's from me, and Finn…and Blaine."

Burt returned the documents to the envelope. "Uh huh. That's what I thought." Carole's face fell. "Burt…don't…"

"Dad, please don't ruin this. Yes, Blaine helped, but so did me and Finn. It's a gift from all three of us."

Finn spoke up. "Yeah. I put in my grass cutting money."

Burt looked between the two of them and then at Carole. He couldn't disappoint his wife or hurt his sons.

"Okay. Thank you, Kurt. Finn. This…this is really something. Thank you."

The rest of the day moved forward peacefully with brunch and a viewing of "It's a Wonderful Life." Kurt's phone didn't ring until after 4:00 pm.

"Hi. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Kurt. Did Burt and Carole like the gift?"

"Yes. They were thrilled and very excited. Thank you for being so generous."

"Your dad didn't mind that if was partially from me?"

"No."

"Liar."

"No, seriously. He was very good about it. Where are you?"

"I'm at the compound. We got back early Christmas Eve. I didn't want my mom alone on her first Christmas without my dad."

Kurt felt terrible. He hadn't even thought about that.

"Oh, Blaine. I'm…I hadn't thought about that. For you, I mean. Are you okay?"

"Of course. I'm fine. Yes, I miss him, but with everything I've done the past few months…it's all a great big Christmas gift to him. He would've loved it."

"Still…I'm sorry."

"No worries, Kurt. Let's talk about more important things. Like what time I should pick you up on New Year's Eve."

"How about 4:00 pm?"

"Cool."

"How are we going to ring in the New Year?"

"Well…you're going to ring it in very, very loudly."

"Loudly?"

"Yes. You'll either be screaming loudly from my cock pounding your ass, or choking loudly from the tie around your neck. My guess is it'll be a mixture of both."

Kurt closed his eyes and gripped the phone tighter. "Are you sure you're…ready for all that? I mean your body is still healing and…" Kurt trailed off as his insides tightened. Please let him be ready.

Blaine's voice was very low and sexy. "The question is, are you ready?"

"Yes," whispered Kurt. "Yes, I'm ready."

"Make sure you are, gorgeous. See you next week."


Anastasia sat curled up in a blanket on a couch across from Blaine and Telio who were lounging on the larger L-shaped couch. Both boys were in comfortable sweat pants and t-shirts. They'd been eating popcorn and drinking soda, keeping the conversation light until he was time to shift to the more serious things they needed to discuss.

Anastasia watched them with both love and fear in her heart. She was proud of the strong, handsome young men they'd grown into, but fearful of what lie ahead. She was sitting across from two of the most powerful people in the criminal underworld, and they were both only 18 years old. Far too young for the journey they were on. It wasn't fair.

"So, Blaine, what did you think of Lucian?"

Lucian and Blaine met for lunch while Blaine was in New York. He wanted to thank him for sending Natalia to his rescue and get an idea of exactly who he was and his intentions.

"I liked him. He was straight-forward and honest. He respected and admired dad. I think it's safe to say he also admires you a lot."

Anastasia smiled. "Yes. He spoke very highly of Mario and their business together. He's been very good to me. Very kind. Patient."

Blaine stared at the table for a moment before looking up.

"Do you… are you looking to get remarried?"

Anastasia shook her head. "No. Good Lord, no. At least not right now. I can't. I gave my heart to your father years ago and when I tried to take it back, he snatched it away again. He still has it."

Her choice of words made Blaine think about the conversation he'd had with his father.

"I don't know anything about the boy you've chosen, but my only piece of advice for you is to make sure he understands and is open to your true nature. Otherwise…you will end up breaking him, and that…that can leave scars you will spend the rest of your life trying to erase."

"Mom…did dad…did dad break you?"

Anastasia felt taken aback. "Did he break me?"

"Yeah. Did you stay with him out of fear and not love?"

Anastasia sighed and stared at her wedding ring. Some days she wore it. Other days she didn't. It all depended on her mood.

"I've never thought of myself as broken. More like…resigned. Yes, I married your father out of fear, but there was love, too. At one point I did love him with all my heart. He destroyed part of that love when he blew up my father's building, but I didn't stop loving him. It just became love mixed with fear."

"Did the fear ever go away?"

"No. I would have been foolish not to fear your father. I knew what he was capable of doing. I'd seen it first hand, but I wasn't scared he'd ever hurt me. I don't know…it's complicated. Was I scared of him? No. But did I fear what I knew he was capable of? Yes."

Anastasia looked closely at Blaine. She could see his mind working.

"Is Kurt scared of you?"

Blaine slowly shook his head. "No. Not really. I think it's like you said. He knows what I'm capable of and that scares him, but he knows I'd never hurt him."

"Do you want him to be?"

"Be what?"

"Scared of you."

Blaine started to speak but then stopped. Did he want Kurt scared of him? The right answer was no. Right? But…if fear kept Kurt inline…kept him from trying to leave…

Anastasia could see Blaine's struggle. "He loves you, Blaine, but if that changes one day, you need to let him go. That's true love. Setting someone free when they need to be free is true love."

Blaine nodded. Not in agreement, but because he knew they had more to discuss.

Anastasia knew he didn't agree but decided to move on. "So, tell me about New York and what happens next."

She listened intently and tried to keep her expression unchanged when Blaine mentioned Luther handling Ohio.

"It was always the plan and frankly, it still makes sense. There's no one more knowledgeable or deadly when it comes to our family."

Anastasia shook her head in confusion. "Deadly?"

"Yes," said Blaine. "Deadly. Luther knows everything about us. Our legitimate business and illegal. He knows too much. He needs to be kept close and in the family. Against us he's a huge threat."

Anastasia nodded in understanding. Blaine leaned forward and focused on his mother's eyes. "Let me be clear, mom. Allowing Luther to remain in the family does not suddenly make him available for your bed. That will never happen. In honor of my father, that can never happen. I suggest you stick with Lucian."

"I have no intentions of having a relationship with Luther, but, Blaine, you don't get to tell me who to date or how to run my life. I'm still your mother."

Blaine knelt down in front of Anastasia and took her hands in his. "Yes, mama. You're still my mother. You always will be, but…I find out anything is going on between you and Luther, I will kill him. I. Will. Kill. Him. I'll do it myself. You can have any other man you want. Just not Luther."

"Blaine…"

Blaine tightened his grip on his mother's hands. "Not Luther!"

Anastasia tried to pull her hands from his grip but he tightened his hold. "Do you understand?"

Anastasia stared at him in defiance. "There are only two men in this world I've ever taken orders from. My father and my husband. I'll be dammed if I'm going to take orders from you, but I can assure you that I have no intentions of pursuing a relationship with Luther."

Blaine released her hands and stood up. "That's all I ask, mama. That's all I ask."

Anastasia stood up. "Just so you know, I plan to spend New Year's in Florida. I'll be leaving on Saturday."

Blaine nodded. "Okay. We'll be here until school starts. Unless something happens in New York."

Anastasia held out her arms. "Come here. Both of you."

She wrapped her arms around both Blaine and Telio, holding them tight. She pulled back and looked between the two of them. "Please, please, please be careful. I can't lose anyone else."

Both boys nodded and said in unison,"You won't."


New Years

The days between Christmas and New Year's Eve flew by as Kurt stayed busy shopping and cooking with Carol, hanging out with friends, and doing a year-end clean out of the shop with his dad. He was especially grateful for the time spent with his father because Burt was due in Washington right after the first of the year. He would be sworn in on January 3rd. This would be the last time they'd see each other for a while.

On New Year's Eve, Kurt made sure to pack all of his things so he wouldn't have to come home again. Burt stood in the doorway watching him zip up his bag.

"What time is Blaine coming?"

"4:00 pm."

Burt nodded. "Okay. Sit down a minute."

Kurt groaned internally. He was in a good mood. Happy actually. Christmas had been great and now he couldn't wait to ring in the New Year with Blaine. Why did his dad have to ruin it with yet another "Blaine is Awful" speech?

Kurt sat down on his bed and prepared to listen and not respond.

"I just wanted to take a moment to let you know that I'm really proud of you, son."

"You are?"

"Yes. Don't sound so surprised. You went through a lot this year, Kurt. Way too much as far as I'm concerned, but look at you. You're still here. Strong. Determined. You're a man, Kurt. A man I'm proud of."

"You're not…you're not disappointed in me about...you know. What happened this summer."

Burt blew out a breath. "I'm certainly not happy about it, and I wish it had never happened, but…you kept yourself alive and that's all that matters to me."

Kurt's eyes welled up with tears. "Thanks, dad. Thank you." He launched himself into his dad's arms and held on tight. Burt held him just as tight. "I'll always love you, Kurt. Always."

Blaine arrived right at 4:00 pm in a brand new black Mercedes Benz S Class Coupe. Two more identical cars pulled up in front of the house.

"Hi. What's with the fancy new cars?"

"Higher level of security."

Kurt shook his head. "Uh, no. Not really. Shouldn't you be lying low? Keeping a discrete profile? You're totally going to stick out driving around in an armada of cars that start at $130,000 each. This is Ohio, Blaine. Not New York."

Blaine was about to argue when Burt stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Hello, Blaine."

"Hello."

"Carole and I wanted to thank you for the gift. It was overly generous of you."

"It was totally Kurt's idea. I just contributed."

"Well, thank you."

Blaine glanced at Kurt who was beaming.

After final hugs and promises of weekly calls, they loaded the car with Kurt's bags, settled in the back of the car and pulled off. The moment they turned off the street, Blaine attacked Kurt with a rough, demanding kiss and started pulling at Kurt's pants zipper.

"Bl…Blaine…stop…the driver…"

"Get's paid to drive. Not to monitor the backseat."

"But…"

Kurt was cut off by another kiss as Blaine worked his pants down. He whispered in Kurt's ear. "I need to suck your cock, Kurt. Now. Been starving for it."

Blaine knelt on the floor of the spacious car and worked his mouth up and down Kurt's cock with gusto. Kurt kept trying to slap his hands over his mouth to quiet the sounds he couldn't help making, but Blaine grabbed his wrists and pinned them to car seat. He wanted Kurt loud and uncontrolled.

Kurt didn't last long.

He came hard and loud, leaving him breathless and sleepy. Once he could bear to open his eyes, he glanced at the driver and turned beet red. For his part, the driver hadn't looked back once.

Blaine kissed Kurt on the cheek. "Take a nap, Kurt."

Kurt lay his head on Blaine's shoulder and was asleep in ten minutes.


Kurt woke up right as they pulled through the giant gates of the compound. While there were still armed guards milling about, everything seemed quieter and almost serene. As Kurt entered the house, he felt the same thing. It wasn't until he was in the shower that he realized the change.

Peace.

For the first time all year things were peaceful and settled. Kurt ran through it all in his head.

Cooper was dead so no longer a threat.

Chartussi was dead and his crew disbanded.

Mario was dead so there were no questions about leadership.

Blaine was the confirmed head of the Anderson family.

Kurt slipped on a pair of shorts and sat down on the bed to think.

From all the murder and death, peace was born.

Wow.

Kurt sat there deep in thought until the bedroom door opened. Blaine walked in and looked appreciatively at Kurt with dark, lustful eyes. He closed the door and locked it.

"On your knees."

Kurt slid off of the bed and on to the floor. He felt his entire body relax and sink into a warm pool of willing submission. When Blaine left, Kurt's body went into survival mode. He'd pushed his hungry, needy, submissive lust as deep down inside as possible in order to ignore it; hoping his body and mind would ignore the starvation.

But, oh how he'd starved.

He was desperate to be fed Blaine's cock all day and all night.

And Blaine was more than willing to feed him.

He walked over to his closet and took out several ties and the wrist to ball restrainer. Kurt's heartbeat increased while his cock grew even harder. Blaine stood in front of him and smiled.

"I need to take a shower, but first I'm going to make sure you don't try to leave."

Blaine started by carefully placing Kurt in the wrist to ball restrainer, pulling and locking it tighter than he ever had before. Kurt took smooth deep breaths as he adjusted to the punishing pull. Blaine wrapped a tie tightly around his neck, pulling until Kurt let out a choked cry. He then took the ends and tied them to Kurt's cock, creating a pull from his neck to his cock to match the pull from his wrists to his balls.

Kurt's body was trapped in a tight, punishing pull of sexual hell. The slightest move created a sexual flutter through his entire body. His cock was rock hard and leaking. Blaine leaned down and wiped the precum from the head. He smeared it on Kurt's lips with a smile.

"I know how good you taste, but don't lick that off."

Blaine reached into his nightstand and took out a small box. He sat on his knees in front of Kurt and wiped more precum from his leaking cock. He sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"Mmm…so good, Kurt. You're so yummy." He opened the box and took out the new tight nipple clamps he'd purchased in New York. Kurt's eyes grew wide.

"Blaine…I…please…"

"Please what, my love?"

"I…I can't. I'm gonna…"

"Explode? I certainly hope so. Oh! I almost forgot."

Blaine jumped up and grabbed another box from the drawer of his nightstand. Kurt was able to breathe slightly easier for a few seconds as Blaine released the wrist to ball restrainer, but then he suddenly felt three lubed fingers stretching and sliding into his hole. Blaine pushed in and out several times before pulling out completely. The fingers were replaced with a large plug being slowly pushed in. Kurt groaned, grunted and grew louder as Blaine repositioned and locked the wrist to ball restrainer back into place. He sat down in front of Kurt again and held up the control for the plug. He turned it on and pressed five. Kurt let out a short scream as pulses attacked his ass. Blaine smiled at him and wiped away more precum, smearing it on Kurt's lips.

"Blaine…"

"Yes?"

"Blaine…" Kurt's head was a mess. He couldn't form any other word.

Blaine increased the power to seven and watched Kurt's body tremble.

"Please…Blaine…"

"Yes? Oh, of course. I almost forgot."

Blaine took the nipple clamps from the box. He increased the power pulsing in Kurt's ass to ten and then immediately applied the clamps to Kurt's nipples.

Kurt screamed as his entire body shook. Tears ran down his cheeks. For the next few minutes Blaine kissed him lovingly, stopping only to smear more of Kurt's precum on his lips. Finally he stood up and brought Kurt's mouth to his cock.

"Suck."

Kurt moaned in sexual agony. Lifting his head to Blaine's cock meant the tie pulled tight around Kurt's neck pulled his cock. He moved slowly, locking his lips around Blaine's cock with a hungry, stressed groan. Blaine began pumping himself into Kurt's mouth. He sped up until all Kurt had to do was stay still.

Right as he was about to come, Blaine pulled out and came all over Kurt's face. He stepped back and stared at Kurt.

Gorgeous.

He knelt down and looked into Kurt's eyes. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You stay right here."

He retightened everything and rubbed the cum all over Kurt's face. He held up the control for the plug. "If you come, I'll leave you in this position all night."

He pressed 15.

And went to take a shower.

Kurt was half moaning, half screaming. His body was on erotic fire. He couldn't really process what was happening to him, but just when he thought the sexual overload was too much, his body would shift and endure.

To Kurt, Blaine took the world's longest shower. When he finally emerged, Kurt felt both relief and renewed fear. What next?

Blaine took his time drying off, applying moisturizer to his face, and brushing his teeth all while listening to Kurt's moans.

He finally came over and sat down in front of him.

Kurt's face was tear stained with dried cum. His lips looked a little dry so Blaine wiped away more precum from Kurt's dick and applied it to his lips.

"You look beautiful. If your cock wasn't so hard I'd put it in the cock cage and just leave you like this until Noon tomorrow."

Kurt couldn't even speak.

Blaine untied the tie from around Kurt's cock and retied it around his neck, pulling tight.

He then wrapped his hand around Kurt's cock.

"Don't come."

He started lightly stroking.

Was he kidding?

One…two….

Kurt screamed at the top of his lungs as his cock exploded. Blaine stroked him through it until Kurt was sobbing.

Blaine turned off the butt plug, removed the clamps and the wrists to ball restrainer and untied the tie from around Kurt's neck. Kurt was still crying, his body wracked with sobs. Blaine scooped him up and laid him down on the bed. He climbed in beside him, turned out the light and wrapped his arms tight around Kurt's body. Kurt burrowed in and immediately fell asleep. The plug still deep in his ass and his face covered in tears and cum.


Kurt woke up the next morning feeling like he'd been hit by a bus and then the bus backed up and rolled over him a few times. He hated to leave the warm cocoon of Blaine's arms, but he had to pee. He moved slowly and achingly. By the time he reached the bathroom, he decided he needed a shower.

The hot water felt amazing on his sore body. He was starting to soap up when Blaine stepped inside. He took the loofah from Kurt and proceeded to carefully wash and massage Kurt's body. Kurt closed his eyes and relaxed under the hot water and Blaine's touch.

After the shower they returned to bed where Blaine announced their plans for the day.

"Naps, food and fucking."

"All day?"

"All day. Oh, and TV."

And that was exactly what they did.

It wasn't until around 2:00 pm when Kurt remembered it was New Year's Day.

"Oh, my gosh! Happy New Year, Blaine!"

"Yes, it is."