So this is based on an idea that I've been entertaining pretty much ever since 4x04 came out. Takes place in 4x10 at the end of Christmas Day. Trigger warnings for D/S relationship and pain play between consenting adults.


Christmas Day went better than Kurt had expected it to. Blaine and Burt still got along just as well as before, and as much as Kurt wouldn't have admitted it, he was really enjoying being able to see Blaine again.

By the time nine o'clock came around, most of the festivities had worn off. They were still full from dinner. The presents that were so exciting twelve hours earlier lay abandoned. The candles had burnt out.

And then – Burt left suddenly, saying something unclear about staying in a hotel for the night. Kurt was confused for a moment and then understood. His dad was intentionally leaving him alone with Blaine. Huh. Times had indeed changed.

Blaine seemed to have noticed this, too, making Kurt wonder if it was something that Burt hadn't told Blaine about in advance.

The two boys were awkward for a moment, suddenly noticing how far apart they were sitting on the couch. They made eye contact, looking away uncomfortably, neither one sure of what to do.

"Screw it." Blaine said, suddenly.

Kurt looked up in surprise.

"I'm done with pretending we're okay. There's something that I really need to tell you, and I know that you don't want to hear it and I know you're not ready to forgive me, but please, PLEASE, if these last two years have meant anything to you, please just let me tell you this." Blaine said, all in one breath, his confidence decreasing with the air in his lungs.

Kurt could only nod, surprised at the desperation in Blaine's voice.

"I really wanted you to come to New York, I really did. I knew it was best for you and I knew it would make you happy and how could I want anything but the best for you? But I didn't think so much about what it would do to me. I mean, I knew I'd miss you and everything, but it wasn't until you were gone that I understood how much. I didn't realize what an integral part you have in my life, the way everything revolved around you, how I needed you for so many things.

"And as we started talking less and less I started to feel more and more abandoned. I needed you, and you weren't there. There were so many little things about you I loved, and they just disappeared. I loved how you'd hold my hand and lead me places – I'd follow you anywhere! And the way you'd pick out what I would wear the next day – that was so important to me, because it felt like you were doing everything you could to prepare me for a new day. And I missed other things, too. I missed the control you had over me, whether you realized it or not.

"I missed when we'd be having sex and I'd feel like I would do literally anything I could to please you. The way I'd let you thrust as deep into my throat as I could take it, the way you'd take all of me. I loved it, and I knew that, but I didn't know how much I craved it, too. Or why I did.

"But then I started reading stuff online, and I read something that made sense. It said that people like me just have some really strong submissive instincts. When they meet someone they love and trust and adore, they want to give up control to that person. It's their ultimate way of showing the bond of their love. That made sense to me, so I looked into it. I read a lot of stuff, even watched some of those videos, though they didn't help much."

"Eventually I found this blog written by a gay Dom in Columbus. He was pretty young, so I emailed him and asked if I could to talk about some things. He was great, so supportive, and he told me that if I ever needed help, to just message him on Facebook.

"And then one night, I finally got up the nerve to tell you about everything I was learning and how lonely I was and how I finally understood why, and you forgot our Skype date. I tried to tell you the next morning when you called, but you hung up after a few short minutes – without even saying you loved me."

Kurt remembers that morning. Why had he hung up? What could possibly have been that important? But, looking, back, he is sure it wasn't. He didn't know. He couldn't have known. No, that's not true at all. Blaine had all this trust in him, and he'd ruined it. How could he not have noticed how miserable Blaine was?

But Blaine was not done talking.

" – messaged me his address and I drove to his apartment. When I got inside he went over some of the basic stuff with me. We talked about safe words – red to stop, yellow to pause and green to go. He said that he wouldn't touch me sexually, and that I wasn't allowed to touch him.

"He got me to strip and kneel and then he tied my wrists to my ankles, and then my ankles together. And then we whipped me. It – "

Blaine paused, looking at Kurt shyly, almost embarrassed.

"It felt amazing. Being tied especially. I was confined but I was so, uhm, free. I wasn't sure if I'd like being whipped, but, I did. When he stopped, he asked me if I needed to come. I didn't even realize I was turned on until he asked. I told him I was and he told me to come and I did. It was strange and overwhelming and confusing and I got really upset so he just untied me and held me for a while.

"Eventually he got up to get me a glass of water, and then once I was alone I realized what it all really meant. I – I freaked out, Kurt. I started shaking so hard I could barely but my clothes on. When he got back and he saw how upset I was, he told me that I had to tell you what happened. All of it. He said that I needed a Dom, and if you were capable of being a Dom for me, you would understand and forgive me if I told you everything.

"So I booked the plane ticket and I got here and you were so happy, and so happy to see me! And it was so hard to tell you, so hard. And I just couldn't tell you everything. You were so upset and I just didn't want to hurt you anymore that I already did, so I just ran. And I'm so sorry."

It's so much information all at once, way more than Kurt can process. More than anything, Kurt is amazed that, hearing the story, he doesn't feel angry or hurt. He understands it all. He feels ashamed, yes, for not realizing sooner what Blaine needed from him, but all that bitterness and lingering animosity was gone. Just gone.

And then it made sense. This is what Eli said would happen, if Kurt was capable of giving Blaine what he needed. Could he? Could Kurt really?

He wasn't sure.

But then, a new thought entered his head. Blaine. Blaine, who was sitting there, nearly hyperventilating, so scared of rejection or anger that he was trembling.

"Blaine." Kurt said, his voice calm and strong. And then the words were out of his mouth before he even thought them: "Do you need to be punished?"

And it was the perfect thing to say.

Blaine froze, nodding slightly and then finally speaking. "Yes, yes, S-Kurt. Yes, please."

Kurt nodded back, not really sure what he'd got himself into.

"Leave your phone. Go to my room. Strip and kneel at the foot of my bed. I'll be there soon."


This will be 4-5 chapters long, with chapter two coming very soon, hopefully.

If you're here because of my multi-chapter 'Burt and the Kid', I promise it isn't abandoned. I have a new chapter written - it's been written for months - but I'm just not happy with it, so I won't post it until I am. I make no promises for updating soon, so if you miss BatK, maybe re-read it?

I hope you're all having a lovely February!

xSarah