This is something I've been writing on the GKM. I've filled a number of chapters anonymously, but as I haven't updated it in a while, I now have a new chapter and wil be de-anoning and gradually posting the chapters elsewhere. I'm also aslongastherearestarsaboveyo u on Tumblr.
Kurt Hummel was an unusual dom. Everyone knew that. It was the reason he'd been bullied at McKinley and the reason he'd ended up having to transfer to Dalton Academy for Dominants. Some people thought that his style was too feminine, while others believed that his voice was too musical. Either way, hardly anyone believed that he was strong enough to be a dom. Or loud enough. Or forceful enough. However, those who knew Kurt the best knew that he could be stronger than most people. He'd been putting up with people bullying him and double-crossing him all of his life and he was fed up of it.
It was very likely that it was for that reason that he was now seeing red and was preparing to tear someone limb from limb. Or maybe he was just completely and utterly fed up of people standing in the way of what he wanted. Maybe it was that he couldn't stand another person backstabbing him so viciously and so determinedly. Maybe it was that this particular person was doing the backstabbing in full view of everyone and seemed, almost, proud of it. Or maybe it was something else he was feeling. Some other emotion that he had all but buried deep inside of him.
As he angrily strode through the halls of Dalton to get to the Warbler's rehearsal room, he remembered back to when he'd first turned up there. He remembered that day on the stairs when he'd been trying, and failing, to spy on the competition for the New Directions by posing as a new student and had met Blaine. Blaine who had been so charming and friendly. Who had instantly grabbed his hand, without question, and ran with him through the halls of Dalton to show him their Glee Club, the "rock stars" of Dalton Academy for Doms.
Kurt wasn't sure if it was his passion when he had first sung Teenage Dream, or the way that Blaine so readily accepted him as a dom when so many others had sneered at it, but Kurt's initial reaction had, oddly, been that of attraction. There was something about Blaine that was so… enticing and Kurt had found it hard to shake off that first day, especially when Blaine had pushed a coffee towards him and let him air out all of his grievances about how unfairly judged he was at McKinley. It didn't help that it was a school where both doms and subs mixed together but that shouldn't have mattered. Of course, that was before Kurt had reminded himself of how wrong it was to be attracted to Blaine. He was a dom, just like him, and, not only was it illegal for one dom to be with another dom, but it was just plain sick and wrong. Kurt felt a nasty taste appear in his mouth as he thought about it.
He knew how wrong it was too. They'd been taught from a young age about their designations and what would happen if two doms or two subs claimed each other. As children they'd been told horror stories by their parents about The Magisters, a group of government assigned individuals who were mixed into society to try and weed out the sick people who dared to get involved in something like that. They were told of creepy, stern citizens who watched over them all and how no-one could tell who was a Magister and who wasn't. How you wouldn't even know if someone in your family was a Magister. They were also warned of the people who fell into illicit affairs with someone of their own designation. How they would suddenly be torn away from their friends and family and disappear. No-one knowing where they had gone or what had happened to them. It had gotten to the point where no-one would even try looking for anyone who went missing, even if they thought they had gone missing for other reasons because they just had no way of knowing. Yes, Kurt knew exactly how disgusting he was for feeling anything other than friendship towards Blaine.
Thankfully, he'd been able to mostly get over it and move past his unnatural feelings, pushing them down to the pit of his stomach and refusing to even acknowledge them. Every so often, when he jerked off, he'd take them out and re-visit those feelings. As his hand brushed over the smooth shaft of his hard cock, he'd lean his head back and allow himself to think of Blaine. He'd imagine his hands all over his chest, his dick, his ass. He'd let himself think about what it would be like to have Blaine's tongue lightly graze over his balls and Blaine pleasuring him in ways he could only imagine but it always led to a sick feeling in his stomach. Once or twice, he even had to rush to the bathroom just after he came, only just getting to the toilet in time to throw up. He was sick and twisted and he could feel it as he clutched the bowl and felt his insides trying to get out of his body along with, he hoped, any semblance of feelings for his dominant best friend.
Kurt huffed as he walked, angrily, trying to get to the room where he knew Blaine was as fast as possible without running because he knew the second he slipped into a run a teacher would catch him and give him a detention. He smirked to himself as he thought back to when they were still best friends. It was easy at first. They both had the same interests, the same sense of humour. Sure, they had differences, but they appreciated those differences in each other, even respected them. He and Blaine had spent most of Kurt's Sophomore year together, spending every second of the day with each other. It had gotten to the point where some people in the school had started to talk about them but neither of them cared because they had each other.
It was only at the beginning of Kurt's Junior year that they'd started to fall out. Initially, it had started with Blaine dating a sub from Dalton's sub school, Crawford Country Day, Sebastian Smythe. Kurt hated Sebastian and his "stupid meerkat face" as he had so often expressed it to Rachel, another dom and friend to both of them. He tried to convince himself that it wasn't because Blaine started concentrating on someone other than him. Or that they were spending much less time together. He was certain that it had a lot more to do with how smarmy and full of himself Sebastian seemed. How it didn't matter what Kurt did, Sebastian always seemed to look down his nose at him, almost proud of the fact that he was stealing his best friend.
Kurt hadn't wasted any time in making it well known to both Blaine and his new boyfriend that he couldn't stand Sebastian. He spent hours delighting in not only telling Blaine that he hated Sebastian but throwing insults Sebastian's way as they sat down together for coffee. It wasn't like Sebastian hadn't thrown just as many insults back, but Blaine didn't focus on that.
"You're a bully," Blaine had said to him after Sebastian had walked out of the Lima Bean, finally getting fed up with Kurt's insults, one afternoon.
"What?" Kurt had shrugged, feigning innocence. "He does smell like Craigslist!"
"He's just a sub!" Blaine glared at Kurt viciously. "And he's my sub so instead of being jealous that you're alone and I'm not, why don't you just back, the fuck, off?" Blaine had jumped up, throwing his chair back and stormed out angrily, chasing after Sebastian.
That had been the start of the, possibly irreparable, cracks that were starting to show in their friendship. Kurt knew that Blaine was right, he was jealous, but he refused to take any time to examine that jealousy. He refused to even start to consider whether or not he was jealous that he was alone, or jealous that he wasn't with Blaine.
Shortly after that day at the Lima Bean, Blaine and Sebastian had broken up. Kurt never found out the reason why but, suffice to say, Blaine had been in an extraordinarily bad mood for weeks afterwards and spent most of his time in Glee Club singing songs about how much pain he was in and how much it hurt to have someone cheat on you. Kurt could remember clearly his vicious rendition of Whitney Houston's "It's Not Right, But It's Ok" that had sent chills down his spine. After that, they'd just about managed to start repairing their friendship. They didn't get back to what they were before, but it was good enough for them.
Unfortunately, it wasn't good enough for them to actually be able to get through any minor bumps in the friendship afterwards, both of them still holding onto too much anger. So, when Kurt had gotten a solo that Blaine wanted, they had fought. Then again, when they had disagreed over whether or not it was smart for Rachel to get engaged to a sub from McKinley at just 17, they had fought. The final straw came when they had both visited the Gap together in search of some new winter clothes.
"I really need to get a new scarf," Kurt had said, almost to himself as they wandered around the store. Blaine rolled his eyes.
"You have a million scarves, Kurt," he replied as he tried on a beany hat. "You have enough scarves to cover the whole world."
"Then one more isn't going to hurt," Kurt said haughtily and pulled a face at Blaine whose attention appeared to have suddenly wandered. "Where are you going?" Kurt asked as Blaine started to drift away from him.
"I just saw the most beautiful unclaimed sub I've ever seen," Blaine said, his eyes wide and sparkling. Kurt snorted slightly at how over the top Blaine was. Every single sub that Blaine was attracted to, he classed as the most beautiful sub he'd ever seen. He was sweet and romantic with it, or at least about as sweet and romantic as a dom was going to get, so it wasn't too much of a problem, but it always made Kurt feel on edge whenever Blaine was lusting over someone like that.
I wish he looked at me like that, Kurt's mind flashed for a second before Kurt silently chastised himself and pushed his feelings back to his stomach. Kurt chose to ignore his friend as Blaine started to, hilariously, stalk this sub around the store. As Kurt walked around, looking to see if they had a section there with a better range of scarves than what he'd just see, he spotted a head of blond, mid-length curly hair and felt his heart leap. His eyes trailed over the delicate features of the boy that stood just a few feet away from him folding sweaters and it was only when he saw the delicate white collar around his neck that showed that he was a sub that Kurt's heart started to really race.
Kurt walked slowly around the podium where the sweaters where being held, refusing to take his eyes off of the beautiful sub for a second. All he wanted to see now was if he was claimed. As he walked, he absent-mindedly played with the lock and key which were attached to the loop at the front of his own, black, collar. At whatever point he chose to claim a sub, his lock would move to the small loop on his sub's collar, so the fact that he had both a lock and a key on his collar showed the world that he hadn't claimed yet. He hoped desperately to see that the small, metal loop at the front of the blond's collar was empty, showing that he was unclaimed. When he finally managed to catch a look at the collar and saw it was bare, Kurt practically jumped for joy. He started thinking about how he was going to approach him without scaring him and he gazed at the boy as he thought. He was staring so much at the blond sub that he hadn't realised Blaine had stepped up behind him.
"I am so going to own him," Kurt had said to himself, staring at the other boy, who'd now moved to hang up some shirts.
"Mine," Blaine had whispered at the exact same time. Kurt turned his head to see who Blaine was talking about and saw Blaine staring at the exact same blond that Kurt had been lusting after seconds earlier.
"What?" Kurt had practically yelled, angrily. Blaine glanced at him and realised in an instant what was happening.
"He is mine, Kurt!" He said indignantly, frowning and crossing his arms. "I saw him first!"
"I don't think that's how this works, Blaine." Kurt said viciously. Blaine glared at him for a few seconds before deciding to walk quickly over to the sub to introduce himself. Kurt had quickly followed, not wanting to let Blaine win when Kurt quite clearly wanted this boy badly.
That had been the start of it; the fight that had ended their relationship entirely. Jeremiah, the blond boy, had seemed so flattered by both of their attention but had not made it clear which of them he was interested in, if either. It seemed, then, that they had both decided to start doing whatever they could to win his affections and, after that, they couldn't help but fall out, neither of them backing down from trying to own Jeremiah before the other one. Kurt knew that it was in that moment that he really started to dislike Blaine but, after what he'd heard had just happened, he was certain that he didn't just dislike Blaine. He hated him.
Kurt turned the corner and finally arrived at the Warbler's rehearsal room, furiously shoving the double doors open and not caring for how much disruption he was causing.
"Blaine, fucking, Anderson!" he yelled as he stepped inside and noticed Blaine studying in the corner. A few freshmen ran out of the room in fear as Blaine's head shot up in surprise and Kurt, seething, started to stride over to him. Kurt caught Blaine's eyes, now filled with horror at not knowing what was about to happen. One thing was certain, if no-one stopped him, Kurt was going to throttle Blaine.