AU – Set before the events of Good Boy Kurt takes place just after the Furt episode, these are some insights as to what lead up to my story GBK. Kurt never transfers to Dalton his family can't afford it.

Rated M only

Warnings: Eventual boy on boy only, Dominance & Submission, Bondage, Smut, Puppy Dog Kurt and far more plot than is needed. Don't like don't read, though constructive criticism is always welcome (plus any reviews, no really I Clapover reviews). The chapters will vary in length and will jump between Kurt's POV and of Dave's POV. Some chapters will follow one another and others will jump ahead, this is just for my faithful followers to add backstory.

Um – AlmostNoTriggerWarnings?: This chapter is relatively tame, some thoughts from the POVs (especially Dave as per normal) are uncensored.

I own nothing, literally.

Mastering Kurt

Chapter 010 – The Charm of Flowers

Dave:

It finally came in the post yesterday, I got home and there it was, such a tiny package. Vanishing into my room I'd unwrapped it with shaking hands and examined it, it was perfect, and it's cheap so Kurt has no obligation to keep it or risk himself by returning it.

Picking up the piece of paper that's a companion piece I'm really pleased with the picture I've drawn and I'm not happy with the rhyme I've made up but I'm shit at poetry so I hope Kurt will look past it.

Carefully wrapping the gift in the paper I put it in my pocket and go for breakfast, mom's quick at adjusting to a broken arm so I'd don't have to help too much but I still get her a big glass of milk, I daren't show her compassion she'd go for my throat and I'd end up with a beating from dad.

Walking out the door I smile to myself, I can feel the anticipation building, the thrill of the hunt but without having to hurt anyone, this is gonna be fun and it's probably the only time I'll get to do this with Kurt so I'm gonna make it count before he tells me to back off and leave him alone 'coz he's not interested.

Kurt:

Well it's finally Friday and I'm looking forward to the weekend, there's a sale on and Mercedes, Tina and I are hitting it with everything we've got on Saturday. A kind of last minute celebration of being jockless, they're all coming back next week and no one is looking forward to it except for the Coaches so they have teams to field.

Damn.

Thinking about the jocks means I start thinking about him and how I'm so sure he engineered the whole thing to get rid of them in the first place.

Which of course means I start thinking about our little talk. It's been two days and he's gone back to ignoring me again. Which I want, of course I want him to ignore me, I don't want anything to do with him, not in the slightest.

Parking at school I hop out of my baby and then Puckerman is jogging up to us, "Dudes, been thinking," which must have hurt his brain, "Next week the jocks are back, and I'll be at yours over Sunday," brilliant one more boy to make my room smell like socks, "so then I'll be here to walk Hummel in, maybe we can get Evans in on it too, show them a united front."

Blinking I'm a little shocked, "Thank you Puckerman," I tell him, "That's actually a good idea, I'll even cook you waffles to show my appreciation," and I must remember to hide my loofer, I remember the complaints Finn had about his.

"Awesome," and the mowhawked teen holds his fist out to me, at first I think he's going to hit me but then I realise he wants me to fist bump him, so I do. "I figure this way when Karofsky gets his courage back and thinks about bullying you we're all there ready and waiting for the asshat."

I hadn't thought of that. Will he go back to bullying me with the other jocks about? Is that why he decided to get rid of them to avoid being pressured into bullying? Maybe by ignoring each other he'll be able to tell them to get lost, but if he wants to make me his slave he did say he had to protect me. I'm even more confused now.

A hand lands on my shoulder making me jump, it's Puck, "Don't worry about it man, I totally got your back on this, enjoy your last day of freedom, I know I am, no slushies, no insults, life is good."

And that's how everyone else seems to feel too, all the kids are acting like they've had a massive sugar and caffine overdose and at one point a giant conga line winds its way past me in the corridor.

Looking up I find a bemused Karofsky standing at his locker watching the line of kids snake past him. A hint of a smile plays on his face and I think he's happy for them, and then his eyes catch mine and I can feel myself blush damn it. Rolling my eyes I glance at the kids and then back at him giving him a brief grin and a shrug, he snorts as if to say he agrees they're all weird and going over the top and then he laughs silently.

We each go in opposite directions and I really hope this means we can just carry on ignoring each other and that I only have the rest of the jock population to avoid.

Dave:

Wow the kids are all high as freaking kites today, and I don't blame them, the last day of freedom before their tormentors come back should be spent being happy. Even the teachers let most of it ride and don't try to rein them in too much.

And then when I'm at my locker the kids freaking conga in the hallway, I didn't realise they could be so much fun to watch, guess it's not just me and Kurt who're gonna suffer next week.

Talking of Kurt, my little angel is standing on the other side watching me watch the line of kids with a small smile on his face, having been caught out staring at me he blushes and I tell my stupid heart to stop skipping a beat, I gotta give him more time and space, I gotta start wooing him like he said, then maybe we can talk every now and again, and that's all I'm likely to get from him.

Rolling his eyes at their antics he flicks his gaze them and then back to me his mouth twitching and he shrugs. Snorting at him and them I laugh quietly and we pass each other civilly, I can't believe we got to this point, I can't believe he let's me within a hundred feet of him but I'm happy he does, so I gather my courage and get ready to put my plan into action.

The rest of the day is spent scouting out the school to make sure I know exactly where everything is so I can come back on Sunday evening and sabotage it for Monday morning. I'll wait and see which jock does what and then I'm gonna have to set some of them up again until they learn their lesson.

All too soon it's the end of the school day and it's now or never, I know his normal ritual and I know the perfect moment to strike, his bodyguards have slacked off so he'll be alone, I have a very tiny window of opportunity.

Packed with kids escaping for the weekend the hallway is full and I'm going the other way so it's like wading upstream. Kurt comes into view and I angle towards him the paper package ready in my hand. It's hard to get only the slightest of bumps so I don't hurt him and I slip the package into his coat pocket and keep going.

Time to get serious and work out for a few hours before I go to Gramps old place, I have to start thinking about what to do with it. I need it up and running by the time I'm eighteen and since I'm still only sixteen I got plenty of time. Maybe if Kurt lets me talk to him I can show him pictures of the rooms and he can tell me colours to use and stuff.

Walking into the locker room I smile at Coach Beiste and get changed so I can pump a little iron and lose myself in the exercises.

Kurt:

The usual crush of students surrounds me and I let them carry me along, we stream for the door and I notice Karofsky at the last second trying to go the other way, I guess he's going to the gym to workout and I put the quickening of my loins out of my head, I have shopping to look forward to and I don't need inappropriate thoughts of a certain Neanderthal to get in the way.

He ends up brushing past me and I contain my flinch, before he would have banged into me and I'd end up flying, but now I hardly feel it, maybe this will work out for the best.

In a good mood I quickly spot Finn hanging around near the doors and we're having family dinner before he goes round Puckerman's. He babbles away about this history test he did except I'm fairly certain he doesn't have history today.

At home I'm hanging my coat up when I feel something in one of my pockets, extracting a small paper wrapped parcel I can smell him on the paper, and that's when the blood drains out of my face. On shaky legs I escape to the basement leaving Finn to bother Carole about dinner.

Hiding in the bathroom I close and lock the door and then I wrestle with either opening the parcel or just throwing it straight into the trash. Dithering I decide to open it and then I can trash it.

It's a plain piece of paper with a drawing of a bunch of flowers and a piece of really bad poetry, 'Roses are red, Violets are blue, Flowers are pretty, And so are you too', and in the middle of the paper is a clear plastic bunch of flowers just like the drawing.

Sitting down on the toilet seat in shock I stare at the evidence of David Karofsky trying to woo me. He's a terrible poet. I wonder who drew the flowers and coloured them in red and blue, whoever did that is a very good artist you can see every stroke of pen, it's simple but so sweet.

Other than my parents no one's ever called me pretty before.

I sniff the paper which is drenched in his deodorant again, on reflection sending a boy a note with my aftershave on was a bad idea but I've gotten three notes from him now that smell of him and he's only gotten one from me.

What if he tries to kiss me again? I start to panic and huddle in the corner of the bathroom. I mean he might think I'm interested in his form of a relationship and just kiss me again. Beginning to hyperventilate I can still smell him and I end up putting the note against my nose and breathing it in to calm myself down. He'd also said he had to protect me and not hurt me, and that I could say no, so that's what I'll do, I'll say no to him.

Relaxing I keep breathing in the note, yes I'll say no and we'll just ignore each other. Everything is fine. I'll put the note and the flower charm in my drawer and if anything does go wrong I'll have something to back my claim up.

Calm again I stand up and unlock the door in time hear Dad's back and dinner is on the table, stuffing the gift and note in my pants pocket I steady myself and strut into the kitchen where we all tuck in and talk about our lives, it's a great way to keep in touch without putting too much effort in.

I end Friday laughing at a story Carole is telling us about work, then Dad and Finn wash up before my step brother bolts for the door and his male sleepover which means junk food and video games and from what I can tell lies about girls. Dad and Carole have rented a movie and intend to cuddle on the sofa and I do my best to zone it out while planning my battle tactics for tomorrow.

Both Finn and I have a deal that we never ever discuss Dad and Carole sharing a bed, they simply cuddle and that's it, nothing else. Sticking my fingers in my ears and singing "I can't hear you," is my last ditch defence to drown anything out if I have to, thankfully I've not had to do that yet.

A stray thought that this is the first time I've ever been given flowers crosses my mind but I block it out and text Mercedes with some ideas. All the time aware of the gift that has worked it's way down the pocket and is pressing into my groin, a groin that is stirring against my will, pleading a headache I go to bed and stubbornly refuse to do anything about my partial erection, I will not be ruled by my hormones.

Dave:

Wishing Coach a great weekend check out Gramps and then I go home to find my dinner on a plate, warming it up by nuking it in the microwave I eat and then wash my plate up and put it away.

"Mary would have done that," Dad says from the doorway.

Straightening I hope my mask is firmly in place and shrug, "If it means her arm heals faster with no jarring to the bone it's no big deal for me to wash one plate."

"Don't the jocks come back soon?" He asks pleasantly, and I know he knows they're coming back.

"Yes sir, on Monday," I tell him and wait making myself be calm for whatever is coming next.

"Hmm, and you and the Hummel boy, I don't have to be worried do I?" And his words are so kind but the threat is very real.

"No sir, we seem to have come to a mutual decision to ignore each other, I know it's not exactly a mature way to deal with it but it seems to be working," and I hope he accepts that.

"Good," he nods, "And you're grades are going up again, that's very good son, and I know there won't be a repeat of any of it," Picking up his keys he says, "Your mother has taken her pain and sleeping pills so she'll be out for hours resting," the pious bastard smiles gently, "I have some things to take care of I'll be back in the morning."

Watching his retreating back I listen for the front door closing and then to be safe I peek to make sure he's gone. He'll be with one of his other women all night, poor bitch, I pity them, why do they let him abuse them, knowing he's married and he's just using them?

Checking on mom she's out cold asleep, I tuck her in and make sure she'll stay nice and warm and then I go to my room and lock the door.

Laying out on my bed I sigh unhappily, why the fuck did I get stuck with this family? At least I got the weekend to plan the rest of my moves to get the jocks in trouble, I grin to myself that's gonna be fun.

Since I showered at the school I don't bother washing, instead I strip down and go to my hiding place and fish his note out. Getting back on the bed I put my hand around my hardening cock and put his note on the bed so I can turn my head and breathe him in.

In my head I have a Kurt play reel and the new staring piece is the shower and his low moans, his hand rubbing himself, and the feel of him under me when I had him pinned against a locker, the softness of his skin. Jerking myself off to him I can let my own moans out, "Fuck, Kurt, yes, oh Christ Fancy," and then the finishing piece as he kneels at my feet before biting his lip and calling me 'master', and I come catching most of it in a tissue.

Panting I relax and breathe him in some more, then I bin the tissue and get into bed. Thank you god for letting him be okay and to be able to smile at me occasionally, I know what goes on in my head isn't going to come true, I promise I understand that and that I won't do anything more until he lets me know what he thinks of the gift. Plus I'm gonna do my best to protect him and the other freaks at school, it was nice without the jocks to screw it up, I liked going to school.

I didn't have to be afraid.

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.