A/N: I apologize for how long this took to update! Those of you following me on Tumblr already know that I've been battling with a case of writer's block over the past week. I finally got past it, for the most part, and managed to get this all put together, but I'm still not too crazy about the chapter. Probably because I've been fighting to get it on the page for two weeks. Hopefully you like it more than I do. Hah.
In other news, I'm going on vacation! Yay! Next Sunday (June 24), my family's getting on a plane and heading to NYC for a week. I don't think I'll have my laptop with me, so I don't think I'll be writing much, if at all, while I'm away. That'll make Chapter 11 a little late unless I can pull it off in the next five days (unlikely).
Also, there's an excerpt from Dalton's handbook in this chapter. While transferring the chapter here, the formatting got really screwed. Apparently you can't have numbered lists/bullet points/superscript text on this site. Hopefully it still all makes sense, but I'll post a screenshot of the actual text from my Word document in the notes at the end of the chapter if you want to see it.
That's about all I have to say. Enjoy the update! :)
The rest of the summer flew by rather quickly. After a few more lazy days spent with each other, Blaine and Kurt began packing many of their possessions in preparation for the move to Dalton, and before they knew it, everything had been loaded into Blaine's station wagon and Mrs. Anderson's minivan, and they were off toward the posh private school that Kurt had only ever heard about, never seen.
The sub gaped a little as they first drove through wrought iron gates and approached the main campus. Dalton was huge—a sprawling, fenced in piece of land with perfectly green, trimmed grass, large brick buildings and, off in the distance, a state of the art area for sports and extracurricular activities of all kinds. Blaine said there were two stadiums, for soccer and football, several gymnasiums for both practice and competition, a workout and rec center, and even a stable for the polo team's horses. Kurt couldn't believe it. Dalton was like an entire community in and of itself.
They paused near the front of the main building, and Blaine rushed out of his car, leaving Kurt behind while he went to sign-in and receive his class schedule and room assignment at the main office. When he returned, key and packet of papers in hand, they drove down another paved path and ended up in a residential parking lot. Blaine tossed a small paper permit on the dashboard before he got out, handing an identical permit to his dad for the other vehicle.
"Ready to unload everything, beautiful?" Blaine asked with a smile. Kurt nodded with a matching grin as he joined Blaine at the side of the car. It was a little frightening, coming into a brand new environment, but Kurt was kind of excited as well. Even though he wasn't allowed to attend any classes, the sub was still incredibly intrigued to see what it was like here, where his Dom had spent several years of his educational career. Dalton seemed inviting enough from the outside.
Kurt and the three members of the Anderson family each grabbed something from the back of the station wagon and Blaine led the way to one of the massive residence halls where he and Kurt would be staying. It was clear that he knew his way around. Kurt followed close behind, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson bringing up the rear. Once inside the building, they had to climb a single flight of stairs, and they moved down the hallway until Blaine reached room 204. Sliding the key into the lock, Blaine turned it and pushed the door open.
The room was pretty bare when Kurt first walked in. A bed with an uncovered mattress was slid against the wall. There was a pretty large closet, a decently sized dresser, a desk, a small table, and two chairs. In the corner, a door led to the small bathroom he and Blaine would share. The rest of the room was empty, and Kurt knew it would be a long morning of unpacking…
It took an entire hour just to get everything from the cars to the dorm. Then came the long task of sorting through every box and putting the room together. Kurt enjoyed the work, feeling both useful and creative as he helped find the best place for everything to go. The family paused around noon to eat lunch. Knowing that the campus was going to be crawling with students and parents on move-in day, they'd elected to bring sandwiches instead of facing the crowds at a restaurant in town, much to Kurt's relief. He sat with Blaine on the bed while he ate, and they flashed smiles at each other between bites, both excited and anxious for the new chapter they were about to begin together.
By 2:30 PM, they'd finally finished. The bed was made. The closet and dresser were full. The mini-fridge was turned on. The cable TV was hooked up. The black toy chest, which they'd both refused to leave at home, was sitting inconspicuously in the corner. Their possessions were all in place, and Blaine had all of his books and supplies ready to go for his classes the next morning.
Blaine hugged his parents, and Kurt gave them a brief farewell. "Give us a call soon," Mrs. Anderson said to her son, "Let us know how you're doing and how Kurt's settling in, okay?" The sub smiled at her and Blaine nodded.
"Will do."
"And make sure you come home for the weekends sometime. Don't hide away here until Thanksgiving break, alright?"
"Yes, Mom."
"Study hard. Just because Kurt's here with you doesn't mean you can slack off."
"Yes, Mom," Blaine rolled eyes with a smirk.
"I'll make sure he gets his work done, Mrs. Anderson," Kurt assured, "I'll only distract him when necessary."
"Thank you, Kurt," Mrs. Anderson laughed. "We'll get out of your hair now."
"Have a good year, son," Mr. Anderson clapped Blaine on the back as he headed for the door.
"I will, Dad." Blaine let his mom pull him close to plant another kiss on his cheek, and she gave both boys a final wave as she pulled the door shut behind her.
"Finally!" Blaine's exclamation was loud enough that his parents could probably still hear it out in the hallway. He shook his fists in an overly-dramatic display of excitement, and Kurt couldn't help but burst into a fit of laughter.
A moment later the giggles died in his throat as the Dom's amused expression effortlessly gave way to a sensual stare from halfway across the room. The sub remained rooted to the spot as Blaine sauntered over at a slow pace, calmly unbuckling his belt along the way. This certainly looked like a wonderful turn of events.
"Now that we're finally alone, what do you say we properly christen our new room?" The Dom trailed his fingers down Kurt's arm, raising goosebumps on the boy's pale skin. Kurt responded with an eager nod, and Blaine moved in for a short, heated kiss, reaching down to tug at the hem of his sub's shirt. Kurt lifted his arms up immediately. He was all too willing to have Blaine undress him, but after pulling off his shirt and jeans, the Dom left him standing in his underwear. It was teasingly cruel, keeping the boy's obvious sign of arousal trapped behind the thin fabric of his briefs. Blaine only smiled at him and walked over to their new closet, flipping through a few outfits on hangers before pulling out a navy and red striped tie.
He spun it around his wrist a few times as he wandered back over to the sub. "I bet you look good in ties, Kurt," he remarked casually.
"You think so, Sir?" Kurt giggled, wiggling his toes against the floor with anticipation.
"Yeah," Blaine slid the fabric across Kurt's chest as he draped it around the boy's neck. Being sure to let his fingers trace sensual paths across the sub's skin as he moved, the Dom slowly tied it in place, fitting it snug around Kurt's leather collar. "Hmm, I was right," he murmured, "You do." Blaine ran the fabric through his hands a few times more before tightening his grip and gently pulling Kurt's head forward.
The sub moaned before their lips even touched, and Blaine kissed him until the world began to spin. When Kurt's knees quaked, threatening to give out, Blaine's arms were there to hold him up, warm hands pressing flat against his back. The Dom led his boy over to the small bed, and Kurt sat for a moment while Blaine quickly undressed, the tie hanging down toward the sub's crotch.
When Blaine was in nothing but his briefs, he joined Kurt on the unfamiliar bed, rolling onto his back and pulling the taller boy on top of him. The sub was a little surprised by the position, accustomed to his usual place on the bottom, but he said nothing as he moved in for another kiss. Blaine's warm hands slid down the boy's torso, pressing against his hips until Kurt got the message and lowered himself down against his Dom's body. Their hardening lengths rubbed against each other through thin layers of clothing, and both teens gasped at the friction. Blaine wrapped his hand around the tie and held it securely in his fist, keeping Kurt's head close to his own where he could steal kisses and teasingly suck on his swollen, pink lips—maintaining a measure of control even as he lay beneath his boy.
Kurt placed his hands on either side of Blaine's head, smiling down at him with a suggestive, playful smirk. He rolled his hips down and started to set up a rhythm. Blaine's eyes fell shut as Kurt moved against him, continuing to moan into Kurt's mouth when his sub cut him off with a kiss. "Is this okay, Sir?" he panted.
"More than okay," Blaine assured in a strained voice, "Keep going."
They rutted against each other, grunting and gasping for breath until Blaine couldn't take it any longer. He sat up, spilling Kurt out of his lap and down onto the bed. The Dom pinned his sub's wrists above his head and crushed their lips together, pulling back to gaze into the blue eyes, glazed over with lust.
"What do you want, beautiful?" he asked softly, "Anything you want."
"In my mouth," Kurt whined, "I want you in my mouth."
"I need you to be more specific, sweetheart," Blaine teased, rocking their hips together to make the boy's head spin, "Do you wanna suck me off?"
"No," Kurt replied, craning his neck to suck on Blaine's jaw. The Dom closed his eyes, leaning down into the touch. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Sir," the sub whispered. Blaine's dick throbbed in response, and he reached down to palm himself with a shaking hand, so desperately turned on. Kurt continued, his words making Blaine a moaning, horny mess. "I want you to fuck my mouth, Sir," he repeated, "And I'll be perfect for you, keeping my throat relaxed so you can go deep without worrying about me. I want you to cum in my mouth and let me suck your cock until you're dry. When I've swallowed every last drop I want you to kiss me and taste yourself on my tongue, and if I've done well you can call me your good boy, because I'm yours and I'm here to serve and pleasure you, Sir."
"Fuck, you're perfect," Blaine hissed, "And all mine." He fisted his hands into Kurt's hair and kissed him breathless before clambering off the bed. "Knees," he ordered. Kurt obeyed in an instant, nearly crashing to the floor in his haste. He settled back on his knees and stared up at his Dom with that incredible submissive glint in his eyes that Blaine would never tire of. He reached out and brushed a hand across the boy's cheek, taking a moment to enjoy the sight. "Such a beautiful face." Kurt smiled appreciatively, leaning into his touch.
Reaching around Kurt's neck, Blaine loosened the tie and pulled it up over his head, retying it around Kurt's wrists. The sub set his hands in his lap, patient and attentive. "You get to take my underwear off," Blaine told him, "but no hands allowed."
"Yes, Sir." Kurt lifted himself up higher on his knees and leaned against the top of Blaine's thigh to steady himself. Moving slowly, he worked to get his teeth around the elastic band on Blaine's hip. The boy's breath was warm on his skin, and the Dom had to force himself to stand still and let Kurt work. This was as much a torture for him as it was a game. As soon as Kurt got a good hold on the fabric, the briefs seemed to slide off with ease. Blaine bit back a moan when the elastic tugged at his cock, and Kurt quickly moved to relieve the tension. He leaned in and took the edge of the briefs in his mouth, gently pulling away from his Dom's erection and finally letting the underwear fall. They slid down Blaine's legs and pooled around his ankles. Blaine smiled, running a hand through Kurt's hair.
"Good boy," he murmured. The sub hummed happily, unable to help himself from leaning close to lap at the head of his Dom's length. "Nuh-uh," Blaine scolded, pulling his head back, "You go lay down on the bed first." Kurt pressed an apologetic kiss to Blaine's thigh before he rose to his feet and moved back onto the mattress.
"How do you want me, Sir?" he asked.
"On your back, lay sideways across the bed." Kurt did as he was told. Blaine stepped closer and adjusted the position of his sub's head with gentle hands, "Just off the edge of the bed. There you go."
"Don't you want to be on the bed too?"
"I will in a few minutes. This position's much easier for deepthroating, beautiful. I thought we'd start with this first. See how I'm gonna be lined up right with your throat when you drop your head and open your mouth?" Blaine ran his fingers over Kurt's chin and down his neck. Kurt nodded, eyes wide with sudden excitement.
"Can we do it now? Please?"
"Open up, gorgeous," Blaine smiled, "Keep your throat relaxed. And don't worry; I'll make sure you get time to breathe."
Kurt dropped his head immediately, opening his jaw and flattening his tongue against the bottom of his mouth. He closed his eyes to focus as the head of his Dom's cock slipped between his lips. Kurt traced it with the tip of his tongue as Blaine moved in. With his head upside down, it felt like an entirely new experience, with a completely different side of Blaine's length to feel and explore. Squatting on his feet to get low enough and pressing his hands into the bed for balance, the Dom moved in carefully. He felt Kurt swallow around him and moaned. "Gonna get going now, okay?" Kurt gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and the Dom gently thrust his hips forward, plunging the rest of the way in.
He felt the muscles of Kurt's throat clench a little around the intrusion just before he pulled back out, but there was no coughing or gagging. "Good," he praised softly. Blaine set up a slow rhythm, not wanting to overwhelm Kurt, but the sub handled it like a pro. He really had improved, with plenty of practice, of course. Before long, Blaine's slight anxiety about the new position had faded completely. He moved forward, penetrating slow and deep with every pass, letting his length drag along the heat in Kurt's throat. After a set of ten, he always paused to let Kurt suck in several deep breaths. When he hummed a quiet confirmation to show that he was ready to continue, Blaine thrust forward again.
It was exhilarating, but the Dom's knees began to get sore much faster than he'd anticipated. They'd only been at it a few minutes when Blaine pulled out, a string of Kurt's saliva in his wake. "Lay back on the pillows, sweetheart." The sub eagerly complied. They'd tried this position for the first time just last month, and Kurt had become quite a fan since then. Blaine moved onto the bed, removing the tie around Kurt's wrists and tossing it to the floor before straddling his legs over Kurt's chest. He let the head of his cock brush over the boy's lips. Kurt puckered up to kiss it and flicked his tongue out to tease the slit, making Blaine shoot him a playful glare.
Blaine tapped the sub's chin with a finger. Kurt licked his lips and opened up, his hands moving around to hold onto the back of the Dom's thighs. Blaine leaned up a little on his knees and held up Kurt's head with his hands. "Ready?" Kurt moaned insistently. "Are you sure?"
"Please, Sir!" he whined.
"Okay." Blaine pulled one hand away from the back of Kurt's head to guide himself in. As soon as he'd settled against Kurt's tongue, the Dom jerked his hips forward. Kurt groaned. Blaine set up a faster rhythm than he'd used with the new position, knowing Kurt wanted it. The sub relaxed into Blaine's hands, letting his eyes close as the thick heat of his Dom's cock slid in and out. Kurt loved giving head, but there was something even more wonderful about oral sex when Blaine was in total control of it like this.
It didn't take long for Blaine to get close to the peak. "You know," he mumbled between breaths, "I just—keep thinking about what—you said earlier. Mmm, god… How you want to swallow—every last drop." Kurt's body squirmed beneath him, and he opened his eyes, desperate and hungry. As Blaine pulled back for another thrust, Kurt hollowed his cheeks and sucked with all his might. It was enough.
The Dom's hips jerked, and Blaine cried out Kurt's name. The sub didn't hear him. He was too focused on drinking down every bit of Blaine's release that he could get. He moved his hands from the Dom's thighs and wrapped one around the base of his cock, pumping him through the rest of his orgasm, even as he continued to swirl his tongue and gulp down the sticky liquid. Blaine stared down at him, mouth ajar while he tried to fathom the pornographic sight.
Kurt continued for another long, luxurious minute, sucking out every last succulent drop possible. He relaxed his head back on the pillows with a sigh, giving his Dom a weak nod to show that he had finished. Blaine pulled out completely and immediately shimmied his hips down the boy's body so he could lean in for an open-mouthed kiss. Blaine's tongue pushed inside, and Kurt gently scraped it with his teeth, breathing heavily through his nose.
"Mmmm, good boy, Kurt," Blaine murmured, showering him with praise, "My beautiful, good boy." The sub basked in the sweet words, hardly noticing when the Dom began to tug at his underwear. Blaine pulled Kurt's erection free from his briefs and pumped it with tight, languid strokes. Kurt whimpered. "You're mine, pretty thing," Blaine cooed, "and you love being mine, don't you?"
Kurt nodded vigorously, biting his lip as he thrust up into Blaine's fist. "I love seeing you like this, beautiful. Love watching you fall apart… That's it, Kurt. Such a good boy." Blaine ran his free hand across Kurt's stomach, over the patch of hair at his groin, and down beneath his cock, massaging and pressing all over his most sensitive areas. Kurt's toes curled, and Blaine smiled, giving the boy's length one last hardy jerk that had the boy coming over his hand and onto his abdomen.
After a quick shower that had just as much making out as it did actual cleansing, Blaine invited Kurt to take the grand tour of campus with him. The sub agreed immediately, having wanted to see more of the school since they'd arrived.
They went out to the stables, and Kurt met a few friendly polo horses while he listened to Blaine recount the time he'd been on the team his freshman year before giving it up to focus on the Warblers. After a little more outside exploration, they walked to the main campus and through the ornate entryway.
While they walked past classrooms, Kurt pulled Blaine over every few feet to study the murals on the wall. "You like them, beautiful?" he asked. The sub nodded, eyes darting around as he tried to take in every detail put into the work. Blaine stood beside him and glanced along the paintings as well. School days were often so busy and hectic that he never really took the time to appreciate the artwork. Of course, Kurt would take notice of the things here that Blaine found plain and ordinary. Kurt always had a way of seeing things differently. The Dom glanced over at him with a fond smile on his face.
"I wanna show you where we have Warblers' meetings," Blaine said excitedly, "I think I might get elected to the Council this year."
"Really?" Kurt asked, "That would be cool. You'd get to help pick out songs then, right?"
"Yeah."
"Five-hour performance of Katy Perry's greatest hits!" Kurt teased.
"You hush," Blaine nudged his shoulder playfully, "Let's go." The Dom led the way to the end of the hall. They scaled the spiral staircase together, and Kurt stared up at the glass dome on the ceiling.
"Your school is ridiculous, Blaine," he murmured, shaking his head in a bit of awe, "They don't all look like this, do they?" Kurt was already bitter enough that he'd missed out on a lot of education. The last thing he needed to know was that every school was some architectural masterpiece, and he'd only now been able to see one in person.
Blaine laughed as they reached the second floor. "No. They're not all like this. Dalton's more… fancy, I guess you'd say, than most others—at least around here—but it's a private school. Students have to spend money to come here, not to mention paying for our rooms if we stay on campus, so there's enough cash in the system to keep everything looking neat and expensive."
"Oh."
"Afternoon," a mature voice interrupted their conversation, and Kurt immediately fell silent as Blaine came to a sudden halt, unsure of how to react. He turned his head to see a well-dressed man standing in the doorway of an office, briefcase in hand.
"Good afternoon, Headmaster," the Dom replied formally. Oh… This was Dalton's headmaster. Even Blaine was subordinate to him. Kurt quickly adopted a respectful, submissive stance, dropping his shoulders, tilting his chin down, and averting his gaze to stare at the tiled floor. He kept his neck exposed as Blaine had trained him, to appropriately display the collar that signified his status. Kurt didn't really like showing such submissive displays in front of anyone but his Dom, but overstepping boundaries here would not be a smart move, especially in the presence of the Headmaster of the school.
"You're the overenthusiastic lead of the Warblers, aren't you, son?" the man asked with a grin.
Blaine chuckled under his breath, "Yes, Sir. Blaine Anderson." The man nodded and looked past him to eye Kurt, who remained silent and still at his Dom's side.
"Is this your sub, Mr. Anderson? I overheard the room and board faculty discussing a student who was bringing one to campus this year. I take it that student must be you."
"Yes, Sir. That would be me."
"Why is it not properly leashed?" The question and particular word choice caught both boys off guard.
"Excuse me?" Blaine raised an eyebrow, his jaw clenched. Kurt stiffened beside him, recognizing the nearly imperceptible defensiveness in his tone. Around his hand, Blaine's fingers tightened their grip.
"Your sub," the gray-haired headmaster replied, looking down at them through his glasses, "Why have you not properly leashed it while walking through the hallways?"
Blaine was taken aback, "Leashing him," he emphasized the pronoun, "is completely unnecessary. I can assure you, Headmaster Briggs; Kurt is very well-trained and knows to be on his best behavior."
"Be that as it may, if you will remember, Mr. Anderson—the handbook clearly states that all submissives boarding with their Dominants must be properly restrained while outside of the Dominant's dormitory. There are no extra fees for submissives to board, but Dalton is still legally liable for any problems that might arise due to their presence. Regardless of any outside training they might have received, it's a necessary precaution that must be observed."
"Oh, I see," Kurt could hear the strain in Blaine's voice. The Dom was trying to maintain a calm front, "My apologies."
"Don't let it happen again," the man warned, "I trust you'll review the policies in your handbook this afternoon, Mr. Anderson?"
"Yes, Sir. Of course."
Headmaster Briggs pulled the door to his office closed, locking it behind him. "And get a good night's rest. Classes begin tomorrow, you know."
"I will. Thank you. Have a good evening, Headmaster."
"You as well." Blaine steeled his face into a small, polite smile until the older gentleman passed them by and disappeared around a corner. Kurt turned to look at his Dom when the man was out of earshot.
"He called me an it," he whispered, wishing there was a way to wipe away the sting of the word. It almost seemed like the headmaster didn't believe Kurt was capable of feeling or understanding. Honestly, the sub would rather hear himself be referred to as 'pet.' At least that word constituted a living creature. Being an 'it' provided him with no more identity than an inanimate object—a piece of furniture or a fancy accessory to show off. "It," he repeated coldly, tasting the word on his tongue.
"Beautiful," Blaine sighed, voice sorrowful and full of concern, "God, I'm so sorry you had to hear that… Do you want to finish the tour?" he asked half-heartedly. Kurt shook his head, eyebrows furrowed.
"Come on." He stroked a hand through the sub's hair before taking his hand again, threading their fingers together. "Let's just head back to the room, then."
When they made it back to the dorm, Blaine and Kurt had to dig through the Dom's things for nearly fifteen minutes before they found the old copy of the school's slightly massive handbook that Blaine had received at the beginning of his freshman year. Setting it on the desk, the Dom pulled up an extra chair for Kurt to sit beside him, and together they scanned the Table of Contents. Kurt pointed out a small section of print near the end of the list. Sure enough, there was an entire, albeit small, section dedicated to "Bonded Pairs on Campus." Blaine flipped to the designated page with a bit of trepidation and began to read aloud:
"Dalton Academy for Boys recognizes the diverse needs of bonded Dominant and submissive pairs and will make every effort to ensure the Dominant students' time spent on campus is both satisfying and proper. The following rules and regulations are in place to maintain the high standards and integrity of Dalton Academy, to promote socially accepted behaviors, and to create a safe, comfortable learning and living environment for all students enrolled at the Academy.
DOMINANTS:
1. Dominants must be at least eighteen years of age to board a submissive in their room of residence. No exceptions.
2. Dominants may only board one submissive in their room of residence.
3. Dominants boarding a submissive must live in a single-suite style room on campus.
4. Dominants boarding a submissive are not allowed to have additional roommates in their room of residence.
5. Dominants must continue to attend and pass required classes in the Responsible Dominance Course curriculum in order to graduate. No exceptions.
SUBMISSIVES:
1. Submissives may only board on campus if they are registered, bonded to, and legally owned by a Dominant student currently enrolled at Dalton Academy.
2. Submissives may only board on campus with the Dominant who legally owns them.
3. Submissives may not attend any Dalton Academy classes, seminars, assemblies, workshops, or other school-sanctioned events (1) without express written approval from the Headmaster.
4. Submissives may only leave their Dominant's room of residence if:
a) They are accompanied and closely monitored by their Dominant at all times
b) They are properly clothed (2) and free of all items designed for private use (3)
c) They are properly collared and restrained on a leash at all times.
(1) School-sanctioned events are defined as any non-public event paid for, created by, or fully sponsored by Dalton Academy for Boys.
(2) Being properly clothed constitutes, at a minimum, fairly modest dress that does not expose private parts of the body.
(3) Items designed for private use include, but are not limited to, sexual 'toys,' equipment, bondage gear, dress designed for erotic roleplay, punishment/torture devices. If uncertain about a particular item, Dominants should seek approval from a staff member before presenting the item publicly.
Failure to adhere to the above rules and regulations may result in immediate disciplinary action against the Dominant student and/or removal of the submissive from the Dalton Academy campus. In the case of repeated and/or serious offenses, the Dominant may risk academic probation, expulsion from the Academy, or legal action taken against him."
Blaine set the book down and rubbed his eyes, sighing, "What a load of bullshit. What do they think you're going to do? Go on wild, murderous rampage if I let you out of my sight?" Kurt shrugged his shoulders, at a loss for words. "I mean, the first sentence alone is enough to piss me off." Blaine repeated the beginning of the paragraph, his tone mockingly formal, "Dalton 'will make every effort to ensure the Dominant students' time spent on campus is both satisfying and proper.' They want to make sure I have a lovely time, but they don't care about subs as long as they're properly hidden away or on the end of a leash!" He huffed out a frustrated breath.
"It's okay, Sir," Kurt tried to soothe him, reaching out to run a hand over the tense muscles in his shoulder, "Please don't be angry. I don't want to be a burden on you while you're trying to get an education—especially during your senior year."
"I'm not upset with you, beautiful," Blaine assured quickly, "I'm just surprised that one of the only schools in the state that offers a course on responsible Dominance has such discriminatory policies. They try to teach us to train our subs well enough so they don't need things like leashes in public, yet they require us to use them if we board our subs on campus. It doesn't make any sense."
"Don't worry about it right now," Kurt encouraged, "Just be glad that we know."
Blaine knew his boy was right. It was better that they find out about the regulations now by reading the handbook, rather than later by breaking a rule in front of Blaine's classmates and facing a public retribution that would traumatize Kurt for god knows how long. He nodded with a heavy sigh.
"I just hate having to do this to you."
"I know, but it'll be okay. It's not like anyone's gonna be surprised by it or anything. You're kind of the exception to most Doms, remember?" Kurt gave him a small smile, not sure if he was trying to reassure Blaine or himself, "Let's just get it over with."
Reading the handbook a few hours ago had put quite a damper on both boys' moods. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to simply set aside the problem and forget about it. It was an unavoidable reality they would have to learn to live with. Blaine had offered to take Kurt out to a restaurant for dinner that night if he didn't want to go back to the main campus, but the sub had turned him down.
"We can't go out to eat for every meal, Blaine," he reasoned, "and there will probably be less people at the dining hall tonight anyway, right? Since classes haven't started?" The Dom nodded. "Maybe it won't be so bad…"
They were both trying to be optimistic, but Blaine still looked like he was going to be sick when he finally scooped the leash off the tabletop where he'd thrown it a few minutes ago like a poisonous snake. Kurt's collar came with a small silver D-ring attached for this very purpose, but the Dom never thought he'd actually have to make use of it outside of the bedroom when they occasionally played with more bondage than their standard handcuffs. Kurt bowed his head for Blaine to reach the back of his neck. Swallowing uncomfortably, Blaine clipped the leash into place and slipped the loop at the end around his wrist.
"Ready, beautiful?" he sighed.
"Yes, Sir." He tried to sound confident.
Blaine led the way out into the hallway, and they began making their way across campus. If they walked briskly, it took about seven minutes to walk from their dorm to the dining hall, across one outdoor courtyard into the main building. They didn't meet very many students along the way, but a few heads turned to stare as they walked past. No matter how much he wanted the comfort, Kurt avoided reaching out, feeling that holding Blaine's hand would be awkward since he was already technically attached to his Dominant by the leash hanging from his neck. He was desperate not to embarrass Blaine or make him look bad. He had to play his role as expected, so the sub kept his head down and plastered his arms to his sides, docile and fully subservient to the teen he walked beside.
Kurt became visibly tenser the closer they got to the dining hall, and Blaine couldn't help but worry. The last time he'd brought Kurt into a crowded room of Dalton students, everything had come crashing down. Going to dinner on the Academy campus wasn't nearly as intense as going to an unsupervised party with seemingly limitless alcohol, but all the same, apprehension clawed into Blaine's chest as a murmur of chattering voices reached their ears. The sub looked like he was debating the pros and cons of begging Blaine to skip the meal and turn around. The Dom lifted a hand to his neck, massaging the skin above his collar, trying to remove the tension in his muscles.
"You're okay," he soothed, "Relax." His voice betrayed his own nervousness, though, not sounding quite as sure as he'd like.
When they finally stepped through the wide doorway, Kurt tried not to look around. He could feel eyes on him, staring. Though the babble of conversations continued, the sub swore he could almost hear whispers about them passing from table to table. As far as he knew, he was the only submissive boarding on campus this semester, and the only one who'd boarded in a few years. It made sense that he and his Dom would be a subject of discussion, but the thought made him incredibly uneasy in the face of this many teenage strangers, all Dominants enrolled at the Academy. It was all too reminiscent of the party at Sebastian's house.
Blaine led Kurt over to the buffet style setup and offered him a tray with a plate set on top of it, "Can you carry this, sweetheart?" he asked gently. Kurt gave a stiff nod and gripped the edges tightly with his shaking hands, closely following behind Blaine as they made their way through the line. Kurt could feel the leash brushing against his arm, the slack letting it sway between their bodies. The sub's face was paler than usual, and his eyes were wide with unease. Blaine could tell he was retreating into himself, trying to shut out the world around him. Ordinarily, he would have discouraged the behavior, but he let it slide this time, knowing it would probably be better for him in the long run. He didn't want to pressure the boy to make decisions on top of his apparent stress, and he knew Kurt was probably incapable of decision making at the moment anyway, so the Dom picked out food for both of them, trying to choose things his sub would enjoy the most, even if it wasn't the healthiest meal he'd ever had. Kurt's comfort was the priority right now.
Blaine got two glasses of Kurt's favorite soda and set them on his own tray, unsure if Kurt's grip was steady enough to hold a drink. Spilling it in front of everyone would definitely not be the best way to stay inconspicuous. Eyeing a small, empty table off to the side of the large room, Blaine sighed in relief. At least they'd have a bit of solitude. "Come on, Kurt," he murmured, "Let's go sit down." Shifting his tray to hold it in one arm, he slid his hand around Kurt's wrist, as close to holding his hand as he could get while the boy was occupied with his own tray, and began to guide him through the sea of occupied tables as quickly as he could.
He set down his tray and placed Kurt's down as well, pulling two chairs close together so that their backs would face the crowd. "Right here, beautiful," he nudged Kurt into his seat and moved to sit beside him, immediately taking his hand and giving it a squeeze, stroking his thumb across the sub's skin. "I need you to come back now, Kurt," he urged softly, "The sooner we eat, the sooner we can go to the dorm, but we aren't leaving until you're finished, sweetheart."
Kurt's blank expression slowly slipped away, though the uncomfortable look on his face was not any more reassuring. He picked up his fork and started eating in silence, eyes trained on the tabletop.
"Good boy," Blaine said slowly, "You're okay. I'm right here."
Kurt's eyes drifted to the leash hanging from his collar, and a dark blush ran up his neck and onto his cheeks. Everyone in this room could see it, even if he wasn't facing them. They were probably staring at this very moment. So much for not being a pet. He made a soft, distressed sound around his next bite of food, glancing at his Dom's face for reassurance. Just seeing Blaine beside him helped, if only a little.
"I'm right here," the Dom repeated. He continued to whisper encouragements throughout the rest of the meal. Thankfully, the students in the dining hall gave them their privacy. No one walked up with invasive questions or cruel remarks, and Kurt was incredibly grateful. He didn't think he could handle any verbal abuse right now. The damn leash was humiliating enough already.
As soon as they stepped through the doorway after dinner, Blaine immediately removed the leash. Scowling, he placed it back on the table, wishing he could stuff it back into storage, but knowing they'd need it every day.
Kurt made a beeline for the dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer and grabbing the first book he could get his hands on. With the practiced ease of someone who'd read it a hundred times, he flipped somewhere into the middle of the story—probably his favorite part—and began to read in silence. Blaine could tell he was trying to escape, and he was glad Kurt could find a way to do it without shutting him out completely. He made a mental note to praise the boy later, but for now, simply let him read. Blaine pulled out his phone and struck up a few text conversations with his friends, comparing schedules and tossing around song ideas for the Warblers.
By 9 PM, Blaine had packed up his book bag in preparation for tomorrow and had written out a list of songs he'd suggest if he got voted onto the Council like he hoped. Kurt had plowed through nearly two-hundred pages of the novel in his hands, silent and focused for several long hours.
Blaine walked over to him and squatted down at his side. Brushing a hand over Kurt's neck and collar, the Dom leaned in to peck him on the cheek. "You about ready for bed, beautiful?" he asked quietly. The 7 AM alarm he'd set to wake them up would come early tomorrow morning. Kurt finished his paragraph and closed the book, setting it carefully back in the dresser before looking up at Blaine with a smile and a nod.
After brushing their teeth and washing their faces, they stripped down and changed into nightclothes—Blaine in a pair of boxers and thin sweats, and Kurt only in his silky pajama pants, the way his Dom preferred. The bed in the single-suite style dorm was larger than those in the regular dorms on campus, but it was still smaller than either Kurt or Blaine was accustomed to.
"Do you want me on my cot tonight, Sir?" Kurt asked, "There's not much room on the bed, and I want to make sure you get enough sleep." Since Dalton didn't provide extra furnishings for submissives, the Andersons had invested in a fold-out cot for Kurt, just in case. The sub took a tentative step toward the closet, where they'd put it away that morning. Blaine shook his head as he sat down on the mattress.
"No. I want you with me. We'll make it work," he told him, "Can you get the light on your way over?"
"Of course," Kurt made a detour on the way back to the bed, flipping the switch on the wall and enveloping the room in darkness. He slid his hand along the paneling until he found the thermostat, cranking the temperature down a few degrees. He knew Blaine liked his bedroom cool at night; it made it more comfortable to snuggle under blankets and share body heat. Kurt stepped across the floor, taking care not to trip over anything in the unfamiliar layout, and moved onto the bed. It creaked beneath him as he settled his weight.
Immediately, a pair of strong arms encircled his torso, pulling him down to the shared pillow. Blaine pulled the blanket up around them and tugged Kurt even closer, pressing a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The sub smiled to himself and burrowed in, pressing his bare feet against Blaine's and tucking his head against his Dom's chest where he could hear the familiar pound of his heartbeat.
Yikes. Dalton isn't a magical haven after all. Alas.
If you want to see a screenshot of what the handbook excerpt was supposed to look like, you can see it here:
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