A/N: So it's been a while since I wrote a BDSM story. Figured since I had these ideas stirring around I might as well get them down on paper. It's more or less entirely in Kurt's POV and occasionally the other Doms as it chronicles his life experiences as a sub who's had three different Doms. Kurtofsky, Kurtbastian, and eventual Klaine. Klaine Endgame. Dom!Blaine, Dom!Sebastian, Dom!Karofsky, Sub!Kurt. Enjoy.

When the World You Know Fades To Dust

Chapter 1

Everyday for Kurt begins at 7 AM sharp. Not a second earlier or later, and always ends whenever his Master tells him so, which can be pretty late sometimes, depending on Master's mood.

Kurt knows his Master's name; oh yes, he knows it well. But he is only permitted to call him Master. He can not even think his Dom's name.

Kurt's morning of chores on this particular day are finished, and he strips down until he's naked, and kneels on the ground in front of the font door, head bowed low and hands clasped behind his back. He will remain in this position all day long until Master gets back from work. He will try not to fidget. He has learned the rules by now.

He isn't allowed up, not even for a drink of water, food, or a trip to the bathroom. Master does not care if he is bored or tired or hungry. He doesn't really care for Kurt, period. Kurt is around for Master's pleasure and comfort, not his own.

Kurt, by now, knows better than to argue with Master. He's been beaten before for disobeying the rules and still has the faded bruises to prove it.

Kurt used to wonder how things got like this; how his perception of Doms had been so different from his experiences thus far.

But after a year with Master, he's learned to stop thinking.

The clock ticks.

Kurt waits.

Nothing changes.

GLEE

David Karofsky is not a very well-known man.

David knows this.

But David also knows he is a powerful, strong, and fierce individual. He has managed to earn respect from his co-workers and acquaintances.

David Karofsky tries not to be the sort of person that has too many friends.

It's been a long day at work, and David is in the mood for having a beer and a good fuck with his pathetic sub.

David wonders sometimes why he got Kurt. Apart from being exceptionally handsome and getting chores done, David really doesn't think Kurt is worth much of anything.

Sure, David has supposed that his sub is a pretty good fuck toy sometimes, but Kurt really doesn't even seem to enjoy it most of the time. David doesn't know why. He would've been honored to be in Kurt's place and live in a nice home with a Dom who clothed and fed him and came home to fuck him every night.

David really cannot understand what he's done wrong with his training with Kurt. All he's done was what the books stated: correct your sub when correction is needed. David didn't really think knocking the sub around from time to time would hurt him. He needed to learn to be obedient after all, and no one else was sure as hell going to teach him.

David unlocks his front door and steps into the house, already seeing Kurt kneeling on the floor as expected.

"Get me a beer," David commands, striding past Kurt and into the living room to watch the football game. He can wait to fuck Kurt later.

The only sound he hears is Kurt's reply of "Yes Master," before the sub scurries into the kitchen to fetch David his drink.

When he returns with the appropriate drink, David merely gives him a grunt of acknowledgement before grabbing the drink, taking a chug of it and shoving Kurt out of the way with a grumbled, "I'm trying to watch the game."

Kurt stumbles back with a small cry of surprise, and David growls in frustration. "Can't you shut up for the next two hours, slut?"

Kurt nods quickly. "Yes Master. Sorry Master."

"Get your ass out of here before I do it for you," David grunts in reply, and Kurt scurries off, to where, David doesn't know. But then again, he doesn't really care either.

The grandfather clock ticks in the hall.

David watches the game.

Kurt goes quietly into a corner and silently cries, trying to keep his sniffles quiet so Master won't get angry and hit him again tonight.

Nothing changes.

The day begins and ends the same way it always does.