A/N: Honestly nothing much more to say...thanks for reading and reviewing guys! Damn, I can't believe we're at chapter 11. This is so weird, honestly. Just..whoa. I'm guessing 20 chapters (give or take) for the rest of this story. Yeah, we saw some emotion in Blaine in the last chapter that is a little rare for him. Anyways, here's the chapter.
OH OH! I am SO sorry, but I forgot to mention this in the last chapter. Charleygyrl gave me some very helpful things on Hawaii, which I may incorporate in the story. So thanks to her fo sho! Lol. Thanks, honey!
The Dominant
By Rene95
Chapter 11: Clean Up Our Mistakes
Chapter warnings: Sex, drama, Blaine being a dick, Kurt being a bitch, punishment, lots of crying and yelling, fighting, roleplay, and, yeah...and a surprise little bit of something we've all been waiting for in this mpreg story. Hint hint.
Blaine knew he was being selfish. He really did. But, he had no intentions or wishes to see his Submissive at the moment, and as much as saying that made him feel like a young child, he honestly didn't give a shit. Kurt had hurt him, and he was hurting Kurt right now by moving out of the master bedroom and ignoring Kurt's knocks at the door and text messages, but, he really was just wanting to be alone at the moment.
Being married wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't like the movies at all. He was supposed to want to be with Kurt all the time, and have a constant hunger to see him, to touch him, to make love to him, and control him, too, but every time he pictured Kurt's face right now, he felt sadness, and the memories of the moment came back to him.
He didn't want to be angry at Kurt, and he didn't really want to punish Kurt later, but, he couldn't stay locked up in this room forever. He wasn't a whiny, emotional little bitch. He was a strong, powerful, and spectacular Dominant, who would kick anyone's ass who crossed him. Yeah, that was Blaine. Not this crying shit. No. He wasn't his damn mother.
And, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not at the moment, he loved the man out there. He would do anything for him, and he was in the most passionate love with him. He loved and was in love. Kurt was his Submissive, Husband, lover, best friend, and whole life. All the work Blaine did, all the sacrafices he did, it was all for Kurt. He knew that.
He imagined how Kurt was feeling right now. Probably very, very depressed. And in so much pain. Kurt was probably in sheer, agonizing torment right now, and it was Blaine's fault. Blaine could blame it on Kurt all he wanted, but it was mostly his own fault. Kurt was a contributing factor, nevertheless.
Kurt hurt him. Deeply.
Kurt had thought he was only a fuck buddy or puppet to him. How could he even think that? He just didn't know how much he meant to Blaine. How much he truly fucking meant to him. Kurt was being witless, that was for sure. God damn, Blaine felt like such an idiot. He knew Kurt had horrible self esteem. It was his job to make sure Kurt knew how beautiful he was, or how helpful he was being, or how cherished his presence was with Blaine. It was Blaine's job to do that for Kurt, and it seemed like he totally failed. Kurt only got like this when he was feeling particularly sensitive and insecure.
Blaine wasn't about to lie to himself, he had the same problem. It was normal for a Dom to feel some sort of guilt, not for long periods of time, of course, but, Blaine was often unsure of himself. But, you didn't see him walking around acting like a pile of rotten ass. Nope, you didn't. You saw him being an asshole, and even more controlling then usual, but, not whiny. Only sometimes.
Kurt had to know that Blaine does all the he does for Kurt. Kurt had to know now. Blaine got out of bed, and walked out of the room, and nearly tripped over something on the floor.
"Jesus! Wait...Kurt?"
"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to trip you." Kurt said, rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping in front of Blaine's door, waiting for him to come out. What a good boy.
"Baby, don't apologize. But, you know, we have things we need to talk about." Blaine didn't waste any time with any bullshit. He cut straight to the chase.
"Yes, I understand sir."
"Good. Go to our bedroom, and kneel in the middle of the floor. Wait for further instructions." Blaine said. Blaine didn't often use this type on control over his husband, but, tonight was a different story. Something had changed, and they now how to re-learn their boundaries, and re-teach some rules. They had to talk some things out...just to make sure they were both on the same page about everything.
Punishment wasn't out of the question. Blaine saw plenty of that in the discussion tonight.
Kurt crawled to their bedroom, and did as he was told. Blaine did not tell him to remove any articles of clothing, so he kept everything on. Kurt was feeling very timid and self-consious. He knew Blaine was being a full Dominant right now, and it scared him a little. He felt weak. He felt insecure. If he thought Blaine had self-eteem issues, he should consider putting more of that label on himself.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, sweating, fidgeting, and just..anticipating, Blaine finally arrived.
"Clothes off."
Kurt obediently obliged.
"Now, Kurt, since we got married, I have let some things that I shouldn't have slip. We are going to re-learn our boundaries right now. First, you do not touch yourself. Never, unless I order you to. Second, you do not cum unless you ask or have been instructed to do so by me. You will be punished if any rules are broken. Third, you will wear this daily." Blaine pulled a red leather strip out of his pocket.
"Sir?"
"It's a collar."
"It's...it's.."
"You'll have to get used to it."
"No..I love it. I'm mesmerized..."
"Good." Blaine said, feeling satisfied. "You will give me a blow job whenever I ask for one. You will not hesitate that or sex, and when I wish to tie you up, you must be ready and willing. When I want to put a vibrator in your ass, I expect to put a vibrator in your ass."
"Yes sir."
"The normal chores will apply. You will also be expected to take your birth control medicine every day until further notice."
"The five months, correct sir?"
"When I deicide. It might be five months, it might be five years."
"Yes, sir." Kurt's eyes welled up with tears. He hoped the five months after married accord still applied, because, he honestly wanted babies so bad, but he understood if Blaine wanted to wait longer. Kurt honestly tried to stifle a small sob of disappointment and broken promise, but, he couldn't. Blaine did not seem phased by his tears.
"Questions?"
"No, sir." Kurt sniffled.
"You will address me as "sir," "master," or "Blaine." I don't care which but it must be of the three options."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, any questions?"
"No, sir."
"Okay. Now, then, for the punishment."
"I believe not having babies is enough, with all due respect, sir."
"Have you learned nothing?" Blaine roared. "Have you not fucking realized, that I AM IN CHARGE?! I call the fucking shots! I make the punishments, I do the lectures, I am in complete, and utter control of your fucking ass! You do NOT back talk me, you shit! I do not need your little add-ins, or suggestions! I don't give a flying fuck if you think not having my babies is enough for punishment, because you know what, it isn't!" Blaine thundered his rage at Kurt. Blaine rarely screamed at Kurt, but Kurt just wasn't getting it, and if screaming in his face was what would do the trick, then so be it.
Kurt looked at him for a second, lip quivering, and then he fell to his face in sobs and tears. He was crying uncontrollably, and Blaine just looked at him. Kurt was crying hysterically now, and sobbing out the words, "I'm sorry." With the crying, they sounded like, "U'm surry." But, Blaine knew.
Blaine knew Kurt didn't like to be yelled at so, now he probably got the picture. Don't disrespect Blaine.
"Kurt. Get up now."
Kurt obeyed, and returned to his knees. He looked up at Blaine, and did not make a peep.
"Kurt, I don't like to scream at you, I really don't, but, when you disrespect me, I'm going to."
"I understand, sir." Kurt said, still crying.
"Now, for punishment."
"Yes, sir?"
"I think five spanks, and then a surprise, and then we will be okay."
Kurt nodded, and then looked up with expecting eyes. Blaine walked over to a chair, and sat down.
"Come and get over my lap, Kurt."
Kurt crawled up over Blaine's knee, allowing his ass to be on display for his husband.
"You know the drill, count them or we will start over."
Blaine began and slapped one time. "One." Kurt said.
The slaps continued, getting harder. They reached it to five.
"Go and lay on the bed."
Confused, Kurt did this.
"I will fuck your face, my whole cock, five times."
Kurt trembled. But, opened his mouth. Blaine unzipped his pants, and lowered his cock into his husband's mouth. Once, twice, all the way up to five times. Kurt coughed and sputtered a few times, but, after that, he was fine.
"Kurt, baby..."
Kurt rushed over to Blaine and enveloped him in the largest hug he believed the two of them had ever shared. Blaine sqeezed him around the waist, Kurt pulled him in around the neck.
"Oh, please, Blaine, make love to me. Please, sir. I'm so sorry."
"Stop being sorry. We're forgetting about it now, because punishment, then we're fine. I'd be happy too, my dear."
"I love you..so much, Master. So much, it is unhealthy."
"Our love isn't unhealthy. It's the perfect balance."
"Of what?"
"Control, submissive, trust, and being trusting." Blaine, of course, had a testworthy answer.
"Ahh,"
"Baby, you are my light. You can never feel like you are only a fuck puppet. You are more. But, I have been weak lately. I am in charge,"
"I understand."
"Now, I'm gonna show you a proper fucking,"
"Oh, please do." Kurt said, as Blaine licked down his body.
"Blaine, Blaine! Wake up!" Kurt abruptly woke himself up with a deadly feeling in his bones. Chilling him from the inside out.
"Huh?" Blaine pushed himself awake, reacting to Kurt's shouts. "What it it, what's wrong?"
"I...I haven't taken my birth control in two days. It's just...slipped my mind, I guess."
"What do you fucking MEAN it slipped your mind?!" Blaine yelled tossing a pillow. It barely missed Kurt.
"Blaine..I'm sorry! With getting up early two days ago to catch our flight, and you being mad at me, and the sex and yesterday..I just didn't remember!"
"So now you are knocked up." Blaine jumped to the conclusions.
"Not necessarily." Kurt defended himself. "Maybe not."
"Kurt, think about it. We've had loads of sex, without condoms, and without you on the pill. When you don't take it, you get pregnant. You have gotten a surgery that enhances a gene that makes you pregnant and put ovaries in you. You have a high chance of being pregnant!"
"Blaine..I'm sorry."
"I have to go."
"Blaine, please!"
"Where's my phone? I am going to call a cab service."
"Where are you going."
"To a beach far away from here to think. I'm going to be dramatic."
Kurt missed the humor and started crying. "Blaine...you promised you would never leave me. Never again."
"Well, that was before I knew my whole life was going to change."
"For the better?"
Blaine didn't want to lie.
"I don't know."
And with that, Blaine left.
Blaine wasn't really going to a beach. He was going to a pharmacy. He had to know. Or, at least have a good idea. He knew it would haunt the shit out of him if he didn't buy a pregnancy test. He bought five of the most expenisive ones. The lady at the register gave him weird looks but rang him up anyways.
He got back into the cab and it drove him home.
Kurt was sitting in a windowsill, clutching his stomach and crying.
"You little fucker," Blaine said when he came in. "You planned it, didn't you?"
"No.." Kurt said.
"You're lying."
"Blaine, please, don't do this."
"Don't do what? I told you five months. Five months after being married, and then you could get pregnant."
"Blaine, I swear to God. I did not plan this."
Blaine dropped it. Who cares now?
"Are you gonna punish me?"
"Sexually, yes."
"No spankings?"
"Your ass is still red, I think we'll not. And since you like to have sex and get knocked up, we'll fuck you in all kinds of different ways."
Great.
"Now," Blaine pulled the plastic Walgreens sack out from behind him, and tossed it at Kurt. Kurt looked down at it, and then up at Blaine.
"What are they? Are the pregnancy tests?"
"Yeah." Blaine said. "I want you to take all five."
"Yes, sir."
Kurt went to the bathroom, and took the tests. Blaine sat on the counter.
"I can't pee with you watching." Kurt snapped.
"Watch the attitude."
"Yes, sir."
Kurt proceded to take all of the tests.
They waited.
And they waited.
They waited some more.
It seemed like three hours had gone by, and not just three minutes.
Blaine picked the first one up.
"Negative."
Kurt pretended to sigh in relief, but, in reality he was very disappointed. He did not plan this, but he wouldn't mind having a baby in his belly.
Next one. "Positive." Blaine recored.
Both the third and fourth were negative. The fifth one..
It hadn't been three minutes, but right when it got there, both jumped to the little stick.
"Well, four against one. I don't think you're pregnant."
"No, I'm not."
But there was still a tiny chance..right?
No, there really wasn't.
Blaine took a deep breath, and sank to the floor. "Wow. What a scare."
"Yeah, really." Kurt agreed.
"Don't even go there, babe."
"What? Go where?"
"Don't play dumb either. I'm not a moron. I know you didn't plan it, but I know you wouldn't mind it, either." Blaine got up. Put his husband in his arms, and kissed his forehead. "Five months, baby. Only five months"
"Okay. But, I'm bored right now...do you wanna play a game right now?" Kurt really missed his husband, and he was TIRED of the fighting.
"I'll be the cleaning boy...and then you have to teach the little slut how to clean better."
"I'll clean his little hole, how about that?"
Kurt was turned on, instantly.
"I'll wear a condom. I brought some."
"Okay."
Kurt grabbed his love bag, (it had all his lingerie in it) and picked out one of his dirtiest ones. Black corset, black, lacy thong, which was hidden by red panty-hose, a hole was cut where his asshole was, and where his dick could pop out.
After Kurt finished getting dressed, his looked further. He put on some hole-filled jeans, and a green top. He messed his hair up a little, and walked out to the bedroom to a waiting Blaine.
"Sir, oh, sir! Hi, my name is Kurt Anderson, I'm so very lost, I have no idea where my husband is, and I need some money."
"Well, Mr. Kurt Anderson, do you expect me to just pay up to a complete stranger."
Kurt smiled at him for playing along, and then quickly got back into character. "No, sir. I'm sorry, but it's an emergency."
"Far too late for a young married man to be out, anyways. So, I'm happy you just waltzed right into my house."
"I'm sorry, sir. It's raining, and I'm freezing."
"So you think you can just walk right into someone's home? Especially someone you don't know? I could be doing anything in here."
"I did knock. You let me in."
"Hmm. Maybe we should warm you up. You're cold, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, take off your clothes."
"Sir, I-"
"I think a little married man like you should understand that walking into some stranger's house isn't ok. Especially when that man's house is a sex expert."
"Sir..."
"I think I'm going to have to punish you on behalf of your husband."
"Sir, I think that would be-"
"Very appropriate. Now, clothes off."
"Sir, really."
"Don't make me ask again, my little married man."
"Oh, sir,"
Kurt removed the clothing and pretended to act embarrassed over the fact of how slutty he was dressed.
"My, my. That is no way a married man dresses. Tell you what. I'll give your husband no information on how you're fucking other men, if I get to have you all night. Not just for one quick one?"
"Oh, sir, how can I EVER thank you? For keeping me out of the cold and wet, and-"
Blaine pulled him close, where their noses were touching, and lips almost together.
"A few rules," Blaine began, still in character. "You don't say anything. Unless asked a question, I don't want to hear anything, but I do want to hear you whimper, whine and moan, and that's it. Second," Blaine continued, holding Kurt from behind, hand on his crotch. "we go in any position I want. Thirdly, I'll pay you one hundred for every one of my orgasms, fifty for every blow job, twenty for hand jobs. Clear?" Kurt nodded.
"Alright, bitch," Blaine threw him on the bed. "It looks like you're ready to be fucked. So, hands and knees. I'll take you from behind first," Blaine wasted no time in getting his sweats off, and t shirt. His underwear were across the room in seconds. The Dominant lined his already erect dick up to Kurt's asshole, which was quivering from excitement, and shoved inside.
Kurt full out screamed.
"You want lube?" Blaine asked, continuing to thrust at the slow speed.
Kurt moaned in response, and Blaine pulled out of the dry hole. Kurt was confused when he did not feel the weight of the bed shift him, but, it stayed put. Then, all of a sudden, Blaine spit right on his asshole.
Blaine had never done anything like that before, and Kurt knew Blaine had wanted to, and so he was happy Blaine finally got what he wished for. Blaine then spit into his own hand, and rubbed it on his cock. Kurt cleared his throat asking for permission to speak.
"Talk, whore."
"For a sex expert, you sure do have a horrible brand of lube."
"You're filthy, bitch. I've got to clean you some way."
"I'm sure your mouth isn't any cleaner than my assho-UHH!" Before Kurt could continue his assumption sentence, Blaine slapped his ass.
"No more talking out of you, you toy fucker."
Kurt rolled his eyes in a playful way, but did it for the character. Kurt understood Blaine loved it like this. Role play, dirty talk, hot, rough sex, and a bunch of control on Blaine's side. They didn't exercise role play too much, but Kurt certainly wanted that to change. He loved it!
Blaine shoved back in, earning a squeak from Kurt, who was distracted by his own thoughts. The rough fucking continued, and Blaine found Kurt's spot, and thrust deeply onto it every time. Blaine was panting, sweat was dripping off of his tangled curls as he continued to cleanly thrust into Kurt.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you, slut."
"Cum inside of me! Please, sir, come right inside of me and make me cum, please!"
Blaine stopped, and shoved his cock into Kurt's mouth.
"I don't intend on paying you too much money, so I won't be having too many orgasms tonight."
Kurt immediately started to suck the big cock of Blaine Anderson. Shit, Kurt loved it. Right as he felt Blaine's cock start to twitch, he started to suck harder. But, Blaine pulled off.
"You tasted your slutty ass on my cock?"
"Yes, sir."
The night continued with a lot of ass spanking, fucking, and blow jobs. Kurt was passed out, cum everywhere, and all over and inside him. Of course, Blaine didn't really owe him money, but, it was still really, really fun. Blaine loved to be in control, he was a Dom after all, and tonight, he didn't feel any bit of insecurity.
Kurt was sleeping happily on the floor, cum inside of his ass and all over his chest and dick, some of his own and of Blaine's. Blaine picked him up and cleaned him up. He knew Kurt had to have been exhausted. Kurt had cum five times, Blaine two, and Kurt would of had about seventeen if Blaine hadn't cut him off or had made him hold it.
Blaine spooned Kurt, and thanked God he had such an amazing man. He was stupid to leave that night, and sleep in the other room. He had promised his angel that he would never leave him, and there he went, leaving him.
No. He told himself. The guilt barge left the other day and took all of its cargo with it. It did not take you. He squeezed Kurt gently, wedged his soft cock in between the ass cheeks, and then went to sleep, dreaming about hot, rough sex with Kurt..
Kurt got up around seven thirty the next morning. The time change was really weird for him, but he had been getting used to it. He knew that their stay in Hawaii was not too much longer, and even though they didn't do anything around the town or islands, he had had an amazing trip. Drama, love, the ocean and lots of sex had been his friends for the best few days, and he wouldn't trade his honeymoon for the "ideal" one.
Because this was the ideal one.
Kurt blushed as he felt Blaine's cock in between his ass cheeks, but wriggled out of the position. The dirty thought were circulating through Kurt's head as he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Blaine was probably starving after all the boning they did yesterday.
Kurt whipped up some waffles, and poured some orange juice. Blaine came inside with a worried look on his face.
"Hey, honey." Kurt said, accepting the kiss on his cheek from Blaine.
"Hey, baby. I have some bad news..."
"And what's that?" Kurt asked.
"Mr. Type want me to come home immediately for a work emergency. It will get me a "paying bonus." he claimed. I figured since we only had one more day scheduled here, we could go early?"
Kurt attempted to hide his disappointment, he really did want to do something related to the state they were in, but, with Blaine, work was work. Kurt could work on getting the new house organized, anyways.
"No, it's fine." Kurt said. "Eat some breakfast."
Blaine sat down, and retrieved the plate from the other side of the table. "I am really sorry, baby. I know you wanted to stay. You can always stay, we'll just buy you a plane ticket, and-"
"No. It wouldn't be the same without you here,"
"Alright."
"I had fun last night." Kurt said, joining Blaine at the table and started to eat.
"I did too. I'm starving."
"I bet you are," Kurt giggled, and blushed.
"We have got a lot of shit to pack."
"I know. I wanna go shopping really quick. Please?"
"No, Kurt, our flight leaves at eleven. It's seven right now. You won't have time."
"Blaine, please? I've done everything you've wanted to do."
"You didn't take your birth control and we had the pregnancy scare, that happened."
"Blaine..."
"The answer is no, Kurt."
Kurt slumped. "Okay."
"Thanks for breakfast." Blaine said, getting up, putting his empty plate in the sink, and kissing Kurt on the top of the head. "You mad at me now?"
"No, sir."
"Good. You can always buy a tee shirt at the airport."
Sure pal. Kurt was not going to buy a damn t-shirt from the airport when they had gorgeous shops across the street. Jesus, Blaine could be so possessive of him sometimes. Maybe he should just stay.
No, he had a home to go take care of, and Blaine to take care of.
And, hopefully soon, a baby.
"I look really bad."
"No, you don't. You look stunning, and incredibly sexy if you ask me." Kurt said, placing a chaste kiss on his husband's lips. "I've always admired you in a full suit."
"You better admire me all the time," Blaine joked, placing his hands on Kurt's ass, and lifting him up on top the vanity.
"Jesus, Blaine! We're going to be late!"
"No, we won't." Blaine said, kissing Kurt's neck, and sucking hard enough to leave a nice, big hickey on the crook of Kurt's neck.
"Blaine, quit. We have to leave in an hour."
"I know. I can get you undressed and begging for it in five minutes, though."
"Oh hell. Just get the fuck on with it, then." Kurt said.
"Mm, ordering me around?" Blaine said, slapping Kurt's ass. "I think I might have to punish you for that one."
In a record time of four minutes, Blaine had their suits hanging up perfectly in the closet and Kurt naked, spread out, and wanting it. No, needing it. Blaine wasted no time lubing up his cock and fucking Kurt thoroughly until they both came. They took a quick shower, re-dressed, and did their hair in perfect fashion.
"I shouldn't have let you do that." Kurt said, once they were looking at themselves in the mirror yet again that evening.
"I would have done it anyways, and you would have liked it."
"That sounds a bit like date rape to me." Kurt chuckled.
"Well, think what you want, but I assure you," Blaine stepped close into Kurt, "that that wasn't the case." Kurt could feel Blaine's hot breath on his neck, and it made the hairs on the backs of his arms and neck stand up.
"Hmm." Kurt said.
Soon, they piled into the car, and headed to the dinner party.
It had been about four weeks since the couple had come home from Hawaii. They had officially moved in to a beautfiul, four bedroomed home, and were settling in nicely. Blaine was, to say the least, accelerating in his work. He was doing an amazing job, and even though he wasn't putting in as many hours, he had gotten two promotions in the time that he was working so hard to pay for everything, and he was one of the top writers now.
The couple were on their way to the company where Blaine worked to have dinner with Igneous Type, who hadn't changed in the least, still a creep, and then a few other workers whom Blaine liked. The office was becoming more close now; not so many people were strained in relationships with each other. People talked to the "lower class" workers now and it was mostly because since Blaine was the top writer of his floor, he decided he would be floor manager too. It was double the work, but that meant double the money, so it was worth it.
Blaine had changed the way people interacted. Not only was he a very powerful business man, but he was a powerful Dominant, too. There was little competition in the company.
Blaine had to write an extra song for the musical he was called back early from Hawaii. Mr. Type wouldn't tell him why he was called back on such a weird notice or why it was even written. Blaine understood that Mr. Type wasn't really a big fan of his employees taking time off of work to go on vacation, especially if it was paid. Mr. Type was cheap.
Blaine knew what this dinner party was about. He was going to be put on some work trip, and this was just going to be explaining it. He knew it wasn't a bunch of colleagues getting together for dinner. He knew it was a business dinner. He wasn't too fond of those.
Kurt, of course, would have to sit on the floor and eat be on his leash. Type considered the Submissive to be an animal, not a human. Blaine thought it was disgusting, but, Kurt would of had to anyways because they were going to an expensive restaurant. Blaine liked to be in complete, and utter control, as he always said, but, when it came to not considering Submissives people, that's when it got somewhat offensive to him.
"Blaine, try to just accept it." Kurt said, breaking the silence of the car ride.
"Huh?" Blaine was dumbfounded.
"I know what you're thinking about. And it's how I'll have to be..treated differently. Some places are different than others."
"And some people are different than others. Some people consider you all livestock to the market." Blaine hated that. Especially when it was his Kurt, his property they were insulting.. "You're my property, not my pet."
"Blaine, when you say I'm your property, it's the same thing."
"Not really."
"Let's just...drop the subject. Accept the fact that I'm below you."
"Don't tell me what to do, Kurt. The way you are treated is unfair."
"Oh, like you don't do half that shit to me, anyways."
Blaine was quiet. Never, had Kurt ever been that damn disrespectful. It wasn't like Kurt. Kurt mouthed off sometimes, but never like that.
"Excuse me?" Blaine finally said after a few minutes of pure silent shock.
"I'm sorry."
"You have a safe word you know. Red. Use it whenever I do something to upset you." Blaine said, in a terrible monotone voice. It made Kurt cringe. When Blaine talked like that, he was finished with the conversation and was ready to just leave it. And he was furious with Kurt.
"Yes, sir." Kurt slumped in his seat. Fuck. He screwed up again. How many more times until he learned?
Or Blaine learned...
The dinner party had a slow start. About fifteen people from the company were there, including Blaine, Igneous Type, and a few performers. The first half hour was dedicated to small talk, and questions, mostly towards Blaine, it was his dinner party after all, but some to Mr. Type and some of the other writers working on the current musical.
"How does Lima, Ohio sound to you, Blaine?" Mr. Type said, finally getting conversation flowing as the entrees got there.
"Lima?"
"I didn't stutter."
"Well, I've lived there before, born in Westerville, about an hour or so away, but moved to Lima for a few years to be with my husband, and then moved back to Westerville, and now in New York."
"Fascinating. What do you think of Lima?"
"I think it's very nice." Blaine was a liar. He hated Lima with every fiber of his being...he had his reasons. Vine Co was there, one reason, and he was sure it was still in business.
"Well, than I'm sure the month long trip we have scheduled for you won't be any sort of a problem." Mr. Type said, a smirk crossing his lips. He could easily detect lies. It was a trait that he was very fond of about himself.
"No, it's not an issue."
"Great."
Kurt looked up at Blaine from his spot on the floor. He was pissed; his suit was dirty from the floor, he was humiliated because Blaine had to talk down to him because he had said something, and he was hungry, because he was only given some breadsticks and water. Now, Blaine was going to be gone for a fucking month, leaving him alone in a big house with nothing but thoughts of Blaine, worries, and wanting a baby? Right, he was very pissed.
"Mr. Type?" A small voice said from under the table, making the entire table look at Blaine.
"Who gave it permission to speak? Get it to shut up, Anderson." Mr. Type said, loosing his smirky, snarky attitude, and replacing it with vile anger.
"What do you have to say, Kurt?"
"Blaine!" A woman sharply whispered next to him. "He'll have your head."
"Fine. What does the pet have to say to someone as high and mighty as myself?" Now he sounded like an idiot. Kurt rolled his eyes, and got to his knees, so his face would be seen.
"Blaine and I are newlyweds. And you're making him leave? Please..Mr. Type, let him stay."
"Silence." Igneous said, looking at Kurt with squinted eyes, as if trying to detect something, but not really even knowing what. "Blaine has known about this for three months. Not particularly the location, but he knew that he would be leaving in July. Now, Mr. Anderson, contain the rabid filth, please."
"Sit down, Kurt."
"But-"
"Now."
Kurt heard the darkness in Blaine's tone, and he understood Blaine was absolutely infused with anger at Kurt's outburst. Kurt was mad too, Blaine told him on the honeymoon, but, still... he had apparently known for three months.
Jesus, he could of at least mentioned it.
The dinner party finished, and neither of them said anything in the car. Kurt fiddled with his collar, and Blaine drove, clutching the steering wheel so hard, that his knuckles were turning white.
"I'm surprised I was even invited," Kurt started. "Mr. Type seems to hate Submissives."
"You embarrassed me to an extreme today, Kurt. In my workplace. I am so disappointed in you."
"Well, I'm disappointed in you! You lied to me, basically told me you just found out about it, but you've known for three months! Baby, I just had surgery, we just got married, I-"
"Stop talking like that to me, Kurt! God, you never learn!"
"I just want you to love me again. Like you used to. Right now we're like we were when you first claimed me. Fighting all the time..we're supposed to be at the best time!"
"When we get home, I want you on your knees in our bedroom."
A/N: I hope the longer chapter was good for me not updating for a long time. I've honestly just been so busy. Like no joke, horribly busy. Finally the weekend where I could sleep for a decent amount of time, catch up on some work, finish this chapter, and then upload it. I'm just saying...chapter 12 & 13, shits going down.
Blaine's just a dick sometimes, and just scared about having babies.
Thanks for reading, I don't know when the next chapter is going to be out, or even when I'm going to start writing it, but I think I might write a sexy little one shot here pretty soon. It won't have anything to do with The Submissive or The Dominant, I think I might something completely different lol. Thanks again guys.