Chapter 2: Submissive

Kurt threw Finn's arm off. "Not funny, Finnegan!" He glared at his step-brother. Finn held his hands up, and backed up a step. Kurt gave good glare.

Heather dropped to her knees as Kurt approached. "Holy Alexander McQueen, not this again!" Kurt tapped his foot. He didn't even try to keep the impatience out of his voice. "Heather! Get up!" Kurt turned and walked back into the living room. He sat on the couch and pointed to the floor in front of him. He already knew there was no way Heather was going to sit beside him.

Heather curled up at his feet, her eyes lowered. Kurt caught Finn just as he was sliding into the arm chair next to the couch. "Finn, some privacy please."

Finn grinned at Kurt. "You sure you don't …"

"No, leave!"

Finn crossed the hall and stopped just inside the kitchen, out of sight but still within hearing distance.

"Why are you here?"

Heather twisted her fingers together, but did not look at Kurt.

"Heather!"

Kurt's voice was determined, and Heather responded to that. "You weren't at Karaoke tonight."

"So you came here?"

"Yes."

"How did you know where I live?"

Heather hesitated, but not answering Kurt was not an option, not for her. "I followed you one night after Karaoke."

Kurt was furious. "You're stalking me?"

"No, no! It was just that one time. Please, Kurt, I'm sorry."

She was so upset, and she looked so miserable sitting there at his feet, almost in tears. Finn was right; she was rather like a puppy. But even puppies had to be house trained. Kurt sat back, and crossed his legs. "Tell me what's going on here."

"I need you." No question, she did look needy, staring up at him, her eyes pleading. Needy, and let's not forget crazy!

"You don't even know me."

"You're right, I know that. It doesn't make any sense. I don't know if I can explain it. It's me. I always feel wrong. But when I'm near you, all that goes away and I'm calm." She sighed. "You make all the noise inside go away."

"Heather, do you hear yourself? I'm not some kind of drug." Kurt considered the girl at his feet. "You're not on anything are you?"

"No, I don't do drugs. I don't smoke or drink. I don't even like coffee. I'm just always anxious. Itchy in my skin, you know. I get in trouble at home, and in school, because I act out and yell at people." She flushed and looked down at her hands. "My parents don't know what's wrong. They want me to see a therapist. They're talking about sending me to a boarding school for problem kids. It sounds like a prison." She looked up at Kurt, desperate. "I've felt so much better since you let me sit with you like this." She touched the top of his shoe gently. "A few minutes, once a week, you don't even have to talk to me. Please."

Ah, crap! He was screwed. If he said no, he'd be responsible for sending her to some boarding school right out of a Brother's Grimm fairy tale. "If I do this, no more following me around. I don't want to see you here or at my school. Got it?"

"Yes, Kurt." Heather stood to go. She beamed at Kurt, almost dancing with excitement and relief. "Thank you."

"Heather?"

Already on her way to the door, she turned back. "Yes?"

"No more kneeling."

"Yes, Kurt."

Kurt was still sitting on the couch, starring at the paused TV screen, when Finn bounced back into the living room. "Dude, what the fuck?"


Kurt sat at his desk, talking to Puck on Skype. "Guess who showed up at my door tonight?"

Puck laughed. "Adam Lambert?"

"Nice thought, but no. Remember that girl from Karaoke?"

Puck smirked. "The one who knelt at your feet? Pretty hard to forget that, princess."

"Finn opened the door, and there she was."

"No shit! What did she want?"

"You're not going to believe it. It's too freaking weird. She wants to sit at my feet, at Karaoke every week."

"Why?"

"She says it makes her feel calm."

"What did you say?"

Kurt looked embarrassed. "I said okay." Kurt shrugged. "It's a few minutes, no big deal."

Puck shook his head. "You're such a suck."

"What was I supposed to do? Her parents are threatening to send her away to boarding school, because she loses control, and acts out at school." Kurt grimaced. "I just couldn't say no, Noah."

"Of course, you couldn't princess." Puck grinned. "I bet you used to bring fallen baby birds home to nurse, right?"

Kurt smiled. "Guilty as charged."

"This is pretty fucking weird, Kurt. She's just going to kneel at your feet every Thursday?"

"No, I told her no more kneeling."

"And she listened to you?"

"Yeah, it's strange. I feel like I'm training a puppy, when I'm dealing with her."

"Training, huh?"

"Yeah." Kurt could practically see the thoughts spinning in Puck's head. "What?"

"I think you've got yourself a baby submissive."

"What?"

"You know, that whole dominance/submission thing. She's a submissive. She needs a top, and you're it."

Kurt's mouth hung open as he stared at the screen. "Are you crazy? I'm not having sex with her. She's a girl!"

Puck laughed at the horror on Kurt's face. "It doesn't have to be about sex. She just needs someone to help her stay in control."

Kurt put his elbow on the desk, and rested his head in the palm of his hand. "And how do you know about this, Noah? It's not exactly the kind of thing they cover in health studies."

Puck read the suspicion on Kurt's face. "Hey, not me! I know someone like this, okay. He's a regular guy with a wife and two kids. When his stress levels get too high, he checks in with his top. This guy makes him talk, and he… don't freak out, okay? …he spanks him."

"Don't freak out! Are you kidding me? Oh, my God! Noah, I'm not going to hit Heather!"

"Heather?"

"That's her name."

"That's what works for this guy. Your girl could be different. If just sitting with you, keeps her calm, then maybe that's all she needs."

Kurt closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "Don't call her my girl."