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Chapter was betaed by incredible hkvoyage
Next updates for this month will be on 25th and 31th March. We are closer and closer to the great "Kurt reveal", but not before I torture my characters a bit more…
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"What the fuck is wrong with you, Kurt?"
Blaine's voice sounded strained, as if he couldn't believe what he had just pressed a hand to his stinging cheek. The touch of his cold fingers stabilized him enough to not break down in front of the two men present. Kurt glanced at George, who looked hurt. I must've said something really terrible.
"Kurt! Are you listening to me?" Blaine tried again to get the younger designer's attention. "How could you do this to George? What kind of Dom are you?"
I'm not a fucking Dom! Kurt almost shouted, his knees trying to bend on their own, too weak to support him. But then again he wasn't even sure who he was anymore. He would never consider himself an awful person yet he had just made one person cry and another one angry at him. And you did use violence in the past, bad Sub! A little voice in his head added. Every cell in Kurt's body wanted to grovel, apologize and whatever else would be needed for Blaine to not be mad at him anymore. But would a true Dom do this? Kurt had no idea how he was supposed to fix everything at the moment, no idea what a Dom would do in this situation. At the same time he couldn't let them think he was a Sub… So he did the only thing he still could, the only thing that saved him from his past in Limone - he ran away.
From that point the whole day went completely wrong for Blaine. By the time he managed to calm down sobbing George, he was already late to the staff meeting and couldn't find time to visit ToyBot department and talk to Kurt.
He knew the younger designer had a sharp tongue, but he couldn't understand how he could have verbally assault George like that. It's like it wasn't even Kurt, but something ugly possessing him, not responding to anyone around him. Then Blaine's hand had moved on its own and hit the younger man to stop the nightmare... Blaine hadn't put much strength into the slap but was sure the red mark would still be easily visible on the sensitive pale skin. Even though it seemed like it was the only way to protect George from further abuse at that time, he felt like hitting Kurt was wrong on so many levels…
They were supposed to meet together for lunch, but when Blaine came to the studio only Tina was there. The female Dom looked at him like he was some particularly sleazy slug.
"Kurt went out to take care of something and wanted me to tell you to eat lunch today without him," she informed him dryly.
"I..." Blaine began, but was stopped by Tina's lifted hand.
"He told me what happened with George. It might have been entirely his fault and he probably deserved the slap, but listen closely to me, Mr Anderson." the girl stabbed him with her stare "You are not allowed to hit Kurt like that ever again. Of course Sue already saw the red mark on his cheek so for all I know you might be scheduled to die soon anyway."
Blaine paled significantly. "I... Kurt... he was shouting and not responding to anything around him. George was crying. It was like a bad dream and I just wanted him to wake up... to be himself again."
"Who? George?" Tina lifted her eyebrows. "I can assure you he's okay now."
Blaine shook his head, frustrated at everything. "No. I meant Kurt. You should've seen it – he was behaving like a completely different person."
"And you know 'normal' Kurt so well?"
Blaine frowned. "What do you mean?"
Tina only sighed. "Nothing. Just... give him some space today, okay?"
And he did. He didn't have much choice on this matter- he was soon swamped with paperwork on his department's campaign. Blaine didn't want to take his work home for the weekend, so decided to order Chinese takeout – he was sure Kurt would disapprove if he knew about it - and stayed long after hours to complete all the documentation.
There. Finished. Blaine combed his hair back and relaxed in his chair. He turned to look at the clock – it was 11.15pm. He couldn't wait to get in his car and drive home - he desperately needed a shower and some real food.
When he stepped out of his department he instinctively directed himself to the glass doors of ToyBot department. He regretted not being able to talk to Kurt about this morning and he could still feel an imaginary sting on his hand... Blaine was just about to go towards the elevator – fortunately already repaired – when he noticed a faint light in the corridor through the door to ToyBot department. Was someone still in the studio? He went inside, curious.
Strangely, he didn't feel surprised upon discovery that the light was coming from Kurt's studio. He knocked lightly, but was answered with silence. Did someone just forget to switch the lights off? His hand hesitated just above the door knob. For some ridiculous reason Blaine just remembered all the horror movies he'd seen, all the dangerous creatures that could be waiting for him. Are you a Dom or not? he lectured himself and opened the door cautiously.
The studio wasn't empty, but now Blaine knew why he wasn't given an answer to his knocking. One of the computers was in the process of being switched off, just waiting for the final confirming mouse click. That wasn't going to happen soon, as the computer's owner was deeply asleep – one hand still resting on the mouse, the other supporting his head like a pillow. The sleeping person was, of course Kurt, and Blaine found himself smiling fondly, trying to imagine the designer falling asleep in between the mouse clicks.
He sat on the chair next to Kurt and leaned towards him. He felt a painful twinge of guilt when he saw the fading, but still visible, red tint on the porcelain skin. Blaine put a hand on Kurt's shoulder as delicately as possible and whispered "Kurt? Kurt, wake up."
He was answered only with a breathy sigh. Blaine suddenly realized how this Kurt was so different from the bold, sassy designer he met for lunch everyday lately. The person sleeping in front of him looked fragile, almost childlike, and there were some worrying dark shadows beneath his long, brown eyelashes. Blaine hoped they were caused only by exhaustion. He tried to wake Kurt again, leaning closer. "Kurt, you can't sleep here," he breathed into the young man's ear. That must've triggered something, because without even opening his eyes Kurt shifted his upper body towards Blaine. The chestnut-haired head nuzzled into older man's shoulder with a content exhale.
Blaine was petrified. How was he supposed to react in this situation? His hand was still on Kurt's shoulder, so Blaine decided to push him away. The Dom's hand apparently had another idea, because it pulled the slender body towards him instead. To Blaine's astonishment he felt so right in that moment, their bodies fitting like a completed puzzle. Then, of all moments, Kurt chose this one to wake up and his foggy eyes looked up unfocused at older man's face.
"Blaine?" he murmured, his breath tickling Blaine's jaw. He took few long seconds to analyse their position.
"Blaine?!" Kurt gasped, terrified, and pushed himself from their half-embrace. He jumped to his feet, looking for the best escape route when his gaze fell onto the computer was showing the time - 11.25pm.
"Nononopleaseno..." Panicked, he checked his own watch to be sure and his face fell. "My last train..." Kurt whined and the sound of his voice reached and painfully squeezed Blaine's heart.
