Sunday

Blaine woke slowly, a smile growing on his face as he burrowed into the pile of soft blankets layered under him, content to lie there and bask for a moment longer so long as it was permitted. Eventually he blinked and stirred, unfurling and stretching his limbs easily within the confines of the roomy cage. He sat up, his eyes seeking and finding the sleeping form of his Master.

Kurt had kicked his blankets off at some point during the night, which didn't surprise Blaine given the comfortable temperature of the room. He lay sprawled out on the large bed, half on his side and half on his stomach, his night shirt ridden up to expose a tempting expanse of pale, creamy skin. Blaine could only see the barest hint of his face—the outline his jaw, softened in sleep, pink lips barely parted to allow even puffs of breaths in and out, a tiny peek of the jut of his nose. He sighed happily, already half in love, and arranged himself sitting back on his haunches to watch and wait until Kurt woke up.

It took about thirty minutes from Blaine's estimation; he couldn't see the clock on the nightstand from his cage. It began with the most welcome sight of Kurt rutting into the mattress, slowly at first then picking of speed. Blaine watched his every movement with open interest. Maybe when Kurt woke up he could convince Him to let Blaine—

Kurt moaned and turned, the erection tenting his pajama bottoms preventing Blaine from getting a good look at his face. When He sat up He was rubbing at his eyes, then finally uncovered them to meet Blaine's own. His face cracked into a wide smile, and He quickly glanced down and back up again and blushed, much to Blaine's surprise. He recovered quickly, crawling to the edge of the bed and reaching one hand into Blaine's cage to pet at his face.

"Good morning, gorgeous," He offered, and Blaine nuzzled into the touch.

"Good morning. Master I could…" he straightened, awkwardly gesturing at Kurt's crotch, but Kurt shook his head.

"Thank you, but not this morning, sweetheart. We still have a lot to talk about before anything like that happens."

"Yes, Master," Blaine said obediently, keeping his groan of frustration internal. In all honesty, Kurt was right—Blaine didn't know if he was ready for that. Wanting it and knowing how to do it were two very different things.

"Such a good boy," Kurt said, almost dreamily. "How about I let you out of there now, and we go get some breakfast?"

Blaine nodded eagerly as the cage door sprung open with a careful twist of Kurt's fingers, and it was all he could do to keep himself from launching into his Master's arms.

Blaine stabbed another forkful of eggs as Kurt poured cream into his coffee, trying hard not to laugh when He almost spilled it. Kurt was rather clumsy for a Dom.

"So sweetheart, we never did get around to discussing those rules last night. I'm afraid you distracted me."

Blaine felt his face flush and tried not to beam too brightly. "Sorry," he offered half-heartily.

Kurt's hand crept across the table to trace at the sensitive skin of his inner arm. "I assure you, it was quite alright. But it is imperative that you know the rules, at least the general ones for now."

Blaine nodded, chewing at the corner of his toast and waiting patiently.

"First, as you may have discerned, I don't require that you kneel while at home. In fact, I prefer that you don't. I tend to lose myself in my thoughts at times, and I wouldn't want to get clumsy and trip over you and—"

Blaine tried and failed to stifle a snort of laughter.

"What?" Kurt said, clearly perplexed.

Blaine merely shook his head, and Kurt continued.

"But if I ask you to kneel—or anything else, for that matter—I expect you to obey. Immediately, Blaine."

"Yes, Master."

"So that's rule number one: obedience. Rule number two is about your responsibilities. I expect you to maintain personal hygiene—for now, at whatever level they required at the training center—on a daily basis. You're also to report to Andrew for a list of daily and weekly chores, which I expect to be completed by the time I return home from work each day. That's usually around six o'clock. If you find anything on the list disagreeable, you're welcome to discuss it with me."

Blaine nodded. "Thank you, Master."

Kurt's face softened. "I want you to be happy here, Blaine."

Blaine wasn't sure what to say to that, so he swallowed the lump of emotion in his throat and nodded again, grateful.

"Rule number three," Kurt said after clearing his throat. "You're welcome to anything in the house—food, books, the television—but I ask that you stay off of my computer without prior permission. The internet can be a dangerous place, and until I know how much exposure you've had to it, I don't want you stumbling into something that may be difficult for you to handle. When I'm home, you may use the desktop if you ask. My laptop is for work purposes and is off limits to you completely."

Blaine bowed his head in acknowledgement. "Master, if I may—"

For a moment, Kurt looked confused. "I haven't set any rule about needing permission to speak, Blaine," He said with a quirk of his mouth. "And I'm not going to, except perhaps during sex."

Blaine felt his face heat at the word, but he recovered quickly, forcing himself to meet his Master's eyes. "I was wondering what it is you do. For work, I mean."

Kurt's smile broadened. "Of course; I should have mentioned earlier. I work for the government, investigating reports of sub abuse. I also have a small clothing business on the side, mostly stuff I do on weekends."

"Wow," Blaine said. "I guess you're a pretty important guy then."

Kurt chuckled, but the sound tapered off as He studied Blaine's face. "If you're thinking I'm too important to have chosen you, Blaine, you can think again. I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you."

"Really?" Blaine asked, purposely lowering his head a bit, considering Kurt demurely through his lashes. Inexperienced as he was, he did know some tricks to pull a Dom's heartstrings.

Kurt rose from the table silently, traveling swiftly to Blaine's side and moving to kneel beside Blaine's chair. Blaine gasped at the gesture but stopped when Kurt's hand lifted to twine tightly through his curls, manipulating the angle of his head until he was forced to stare directly into his Master's eyes.

"Really," He said firmly. "Blaine, my heart, my soul, my body… everything I am was drawn to you the instant I saw you. I had to have you. I've never felt anything like it before in my life. If that man—the one you called Sir?—if he had tried to stop me, I probably would have found a way to kidnap you. That's how special you are. That's how desperate I am to make this work, to have you in my life."

Tears welled up in Blaine's eyes, his mouth opening to respond, to concur and declare his own feelings, but Kurt's voice cut him off.

"Rule number four. Never doubt the way I feel for you, my desire for you. Blaine…"

Kurt looked as lost to his emotions as Blaine felt, and it was startling to see such vulnerability in the face of a Dom. Before Blaine realized what was happening Kurt was yanking him forward, taking his mouth in the most passionate kiss they'd shared yet. Blaine moaned into it, helpless, as Kurt's grasp on his hair tightened.

Just as quickly he was released, and Kurt was on his feet again, returning to his breakfast. Blaine inhaled sharply. What did he do to deserve a Dom as incredible as Him?

"Rule number five," Kurt said, after quietly taking a sip from his coffee, "don't go outside. Unless you're with me, of course. The back yard is fenced in, and that's an exception. Rule number six is that you are always to be respectful to others—Dom or sub or otherwise—but you take orders only from me."

Kurt picked up his toast and took a bite, chewing slowly as Blaine watched and waited patiently. After several seconds had passed, he began to grow confused. "What's rule number seven?" he finally asked.

Kurt smiled at him wryly. "There isn't one," He answered. "Yet."

"But… how are there only six rules?"

"There were only five," Kurt gestured to Blaine with his toast, "until your silly insecurities necessitated another one. Finish your breakfast, Blaine."

Blaine opened his mouth to protest and then thought better of it as he reminded himself, rule number one: obedience, which was something he should do automatically anyways. He turned his attention back to his food, periodically glancing at Kurt as He finished his own breakfast. Kurt was a slow eater, it turned out, and Blaine finished first, sitting quietly until his Master's plate was empty.

"Now," Kurt declared, wiping his hands on a napkin and sitting back in his chair. "We have the matter of punishment. I suppose you've been punished before."

Blaine felt himself blushing yet again and quickly bowed his head. "Yes, Master. A few times."

It felt as though Kurt's eyes might bore through Blaine's skull. "Tell me about that," He ordered.

Blaine swallowed. "They were, umm… they were very strict at the center. I got whipped twice—once for talking back instead of following an order, and once because my bed wasn't made neatly enough. One time I got caught stealing an extra roll at breakfast, and they clipped my tongue so I couldn't… so it was difficult to eat, for a few days. I was locked in a closet for the day once too, for interfering with another sub's punishment. I think—I think that's it."

Kurt frowned deeply, and Blaine frantically wondered what He could be thinking. Surely He wouldn't send Blaine back, now that He knew what a terrible sub he'd been in the past?

Eventually Kurt tutted, shaking his head adamantly. "Unfortunately none of that's illegal, but…" He trailed off, seemingly speaking more to Himself. "I won't use any of those methods here. To begin with, if you break one of the rules we just went over it will be corner time or a spanking, depending on my judgment of the infraction. I may add other punishments as I see fit at a later time, with your prior consent. Is that acceptable?"

Blaine's mouth fell open, yet again dumbfounded by Kurt's respect and kindness, but he managed to nod.

"Close your mouth, Blaine; it's unattractive." Kurt's tone was teasing, but Blaine obeyed immediately.

"One more thing," Kurt continued, holding Blaine's gaze with a much more sober expression. "This isn't exactly a general living rule, but I think I want this much from you now: no coming without permission. Naturally." Kurt smiled and stood, calling for Andrew to clear their plates, then turned back to Blaine with his hand outstretched.

"You keep blushing like that and I'm going to have too much fun with you, sweetheart. Come on now. It's Sunday, so I thought we could spend some time just being together, getting used to each other. Starting with a movie?"

His last sentence was phrased as a question, so Blaine nodded again, smiling to himself at how lucky he was. He never knew he could be this happy; nothing he'd learned in the training center ever led him to believe there were Doms in the world like this. His designation as a sub had once felt like a prison sentence, but now it was beginning to feel like the greatest gift in the world.

He straightened his shoulders and stood, slipping his hand into Kurt's, enjoying the way his Dom's fingers squeezed his immediately, the way his hand felt so large and soft and steady in Blaine's own. Gathering his courage, he leaned up slightly to whisper something provocative into Kurt's ear, enjoying the way Kurt himself flushed and giggled in response, and together they made their way through Blaine's new home and into the living room, content to have the rest of the day for only each other.