A/N: I think I'm going to stop apologizing for taking so long to update; it's just gonna be that way from now on, because things are only getting busier as the semester approaches... That being said, if any of you are worrying about this- I'm not going to abandon the fic. It will be completed as quickly as I can manage. I promise. Thanks for being patient with me. You are all wonderful. :)
Also, we'll soon be diving into the lowest parts of the story over the upcoming chapters. I thought now would be a good time to assure all of you that OPITW will have a happy ending, so if you can just hang on through the hurricane, hopefully you'll be satisfied in the aftermath. That's all I'm gonna say on that for now.
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
Wednesday afternoon, Blaine arrived at the dorm after class and set his book bag down on the desk, asking, "Do you wanna come to the Warblers' meeting?"
"The one tonight?"
"Yeah. They're electing members to the Council. I thought you might want to come in case I get chosen. You can be there to watch it all go down," Blaine said dramatically.
"Sure your friends won't mind? I don't want to intrude or anything."
Blaine's face fell just a little bit, "Uh, well… You know from the party what a lot of them think of subs. I mean…"
"Oh… Right," Kurt realized, "I'm just your…" He couldn't say 'pet.' The word felt horrible on the tip of his tongue. "I'm not enough of a person to them to really count as an intruder," he rephrased.
Blaine nodded slowly, his mouth in a frown. "Anyway, uh, I asked Wes just to be sure, and he said it was fine if you came along. You don't have to, though. I'd understand."
"No, no, I want to," Kurt said quickly, "I want to be there to see you get on the Council, Blaine."
The Dom smiled. "You seem confident that I'll get the spot," he observed.
"They'd be stupid to not pick you, Sir," Kurt replied with a smile.
After an early dinner in the dining hall, the two boys headed up the spiral staircase and down the hall to the room Kurt hadn't been able to see when his tour of the campus had been cut short by Headmaster Briggs two weekends ago. Blaine led the way inside. Nearly all the other members of the choir had already arrived, but thankfully, there were still two open seats on one of the couches. Even more in their favor, a familiar, friendly face was the third occupant. Kurt took a seat in the middle of the couch, between Nick and Blaine, keeping his eyes trained on the floor. If others were staring, he didn't want to see. Blaine gently massaged his shoulder, and Kurt relaxed a little, leaning back into the cushions a bit more.
Wes gave his gavel a heavy whack on the tabletop, making Kurt flinch at the sharp sound. The quiet buzz of conversation around them faded into silence. "This first meeting of the semester is now in session," Wes proclaimed, "Our first order of business is to elect three upperclassmen to head the Warblers as members of the esteemed Council for this school year. The Warblers' Council is responsible for final song selection, distribution of parts, recording the minutes, approving the organization of events, promoting peace and proper tradition among the group, and maintaining order in meetings. In the event that more than three upperclassmen are nominated, the three Council members will be selected by an anonymous popular vote. Do we have any nominations for the Council chairs?"
No sooner had Wes finished speaking when someone called out, "I nominate senior member, Wesley Montgomery, to serve a second term on the Council."
Nearly ten others quickly raised their hands, including Blaine, to second the motion in unison.
"I nominate senior member, Sebastian Smythe, to serve on the Council."
"Second," someone chorused.
Kurt could feel that Blaine was tense at his side, and he wished he had the authority to nominate someone. His Dom wanted this so badly.
"I nominate senior member, Blaine Anderson, to serve on the Council," Sebastian announced in a calm voice.
"I second the motion," Nick said immediately, followed by several others. After the three nominations had been called out, all in rapid succession, there was a long pause. Kurt bit his lip, waiting.
"Are there any further nominations?" Wes asked the room, "Are there any objections?" There was no response. "In that case, Warbler Sebastian, Warbler Blaine, would you please join me?" Sebastian moved from where he stood on the opposite side of the room. Handing the end of his sub's leash over to Nick—for the sake of maintaining appearances—Blaine rose to his feet, patting Kurt's thigh once to reassure him before leaving his side. The two Warblers sidled up next to Wes near the wooden table at the front of the room.
"Warbler Sebastian," Wes addressed him, "You have been nominated by the body of the Warblers to represent our choir and our school as a member of the Council. You know the responsibilities that you will be given, as well as the standards you will be expected to uphold. Are you willing to accept your nomination and everything that it entails?"
"Absolutely," Sebastian grinned.
After accepting his nomination, Sebastian repeated the same speech to Wes, who also accepted his choir's nomination to serve a second year on the Council. Finally, Wes turned to Blaine, repeating the words once more. Kurt couldn't keep the smile off his face.
"…Are you willing to accept your nomination and everything that it entails?"
Blaine nodded, "Yes, I am."
"Then we now have our three Council members for this school year!" Wes concluded. The room broke out into a round of applause as the three Warblers took their seats at the table, Wes in between Blaine and Sebastian. Blaine caught Kurt's eye and gave him a brief thumbs-up while the sub quietly sat in his place on the couch, grinning ear to ear. He felt about ready to burst with excitement, but he was unsure if it was proper for him to join in on the celebrations or not. He'd have plenty of time to congratulate Blaine later when they were alone, anyway.
The rest of the meeting was much less exciting for Kurt. Song suggestions for the first setlist of the year were tossed around for half an hour along with an exhausting discussion aobut keys and part arrangements. When everyone was finally dismissed, it took a few minutes for Blaine to make it back to Kurt's side, bombarded by his fellow Warblers crowding and congratulating him and Sebastian near the Council's table. Blaine gave Sebastian a parting handshake and excused himself from the mass of teenage boys, shooting Kurt a smile as he approached. Kurt rose to his feet and handed over the end of the leash to him as they made a quick exit.
As soon as they were out in the hall, out of sight of Blaine's friends, Kurt dared to break from the still, submissive persona he always adapted to in public, wrapping his arms around Blaine's torso and giving him a tight hug.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you, beautiful." Blaine squeezed him back, and Kurt could hear the smile in his voice.
"I knew they'd pick you."
After the initial celebration of starting a new year and electing members to the Council, the Warblers immediately went to work preparing a performance for their annual start-of-term showcase. Each year, two weeks from their first meeting, the Warblers always held a special performance in the school's auditorium, to welcome everyone back for another year, spread some school pride, and hopefully garner even more support from the student body, not that they lacked support in the first place.
The next fourteen days were filled with rigorous practice, and Blaine had even more responsibilities than usual, now that he was a prominent leader of the group. After eating dinner and escorting Kurt back to their dorm room each day, Blaine would immediately head back to main campus for an evening rehearsal and not return for several hours. When he came through the door each night, haggard and exhausted, Kurt was always there, more than willing to help him unwind.
Though the two weeks were rough on him, Blaine couldn't say he didn't enjoy them. It was great to be back with his choir, and Kurt always knew exactly what he needed after a long evening of harmonizing and choreographing. His beautiful, wonderful, magnificent sub was more than happy to provide dozens of massages, a fantastic number of blowjobs, fourteen consecutive nights of showering together, plenty of cuddling in bed, and so many kisses Blaine couldn't even begin to count them all.
Somewhere between all of his classes, extra rehearsals, and homework, Blaine found time to acquire the necessary permission from Headmaster Briggs that would allow his sub to attend to the Warblers' performance. Kurt was excited. He'd heard Blaine sing before, but never in a serious setting like with his show choir. When the night of the showcase came, Blaine had to be at the auditorium an hour early. Unsure if he'd have time to return the dorm before the show, the Dom elected to take Kurt with him.
Kurt hung around backstage while the Warblers went over a few minor changes in choreography, watching Blaine work—the perfect picture of concentration. They went through a few excerpts of their songs, working out the more difficult harmonies to make sure they had them memorized, and Kurt went wide-eyed at the gorgeous sound created by the collective voices of the group. Blaine caught a glance of his expression and winked, clearly amused by and proud of the reaction.
The Warblers left the stage and crowded around in the small backstage area thirty minutes before show time. "I want you to hold onto this," Blaine told Kurt, offering him a slip of paper. "The original permission form Headmaster Briggs wrote up for you. If anyone questions your right to be here, or asks why you aren't with your Dom, you show them this. I have a copy of it with me, and I've also given one to Jason and Michael, just in case." Kurt nodded. Jason and Michael were two Dalton students, roommates of a few boys in the Warblers, who'd agreed to accompany Kurt in the auditorium tonight. Blaine had put them both through an interview process of sorts before he'd even allowed them to meet his sub. When they had met a few days previously, Kurt had gotten along rather well with them both, and he'd agreed to the arrangement. At Blaine's request, Headmaster Briggs had added on the names of Kurt's escorts to the permission form, giving the sub exemption from yet another school rule for the night.
"You ready to go meet up with them, then?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah." Kurt felt a possessive arm slip around his waist, and he walked back out into the auditorium with Blaine, heading down the aisle on the far right, through the doors, and out into the hallway. A few minutes later, right on time, Michel and Jason appeared from around the corner, heading over to them with a pair of matching, friendly grins.
"Hi, Blaine," Michael greeted.
"Hey, guys."
Jason turned to Kurt. "How you doing, bro?"
"Good," Kurt smiled at the friendly moniker, "Excited."
"Me too. We're gonna have a great time."
After they had all exchanged a few pleasantries, Blaine spoke up again, "I have to get back in there to finish warming up. You guys still good with this?" he asked the duo. Jason and Michael replied affirmatively. "And you'll be alright, beautiful?" he addressed his boy.
"I'll be fine, Sir," Kurt assured him. "Have a good performance."
"Thank you," Blaine smiled as he leaned in to peck him on the cheek and handed over the end of Kurt's leash to Jason, adding to Kurt, "Jason and Michael are here for you. Listen to them. Let them know if you're feeling uncomfortable or if you need to leave. They won't be upset with you. Remember the note in your pocket. Try not to worry; everything will be okay. And have a good time, alright, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay." Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand one last time and thanked Michael and Jason before heading back into the auditorium at a half-jog, eager to rejoin the Warblers. Jason looked to Kurt with a smile.
"Shall we?" Kurt nodded. Michael moved to stand on the other side of the sub, creating a bit of a protective boundary around him as they stepped through the doors to the auditorium and into the gathering crowd of students taking their seats. Jason held the end of the leash down low between them, trying his best not to draw attention to it, and Kurt was incredibly grateful. It seemed as though Blaine wasn't the only one at Dalton who had a sense of morals and fair treatment.
Kurt and his escorts found seats in the fifth row. They were right by the aisle, which Kurt was grateful for. If he had to make an exit, they could do so without too much trouble. He sat between Jason and Michael, and though he felt comfortable next to the two students, stayed mostly quiet.
"Michael!" someone called out. Kurt took a quick glance at the teen as he approached. He didn't recognize him. "Come to watch the birdies sing and dance?" the stranger laughed. Kurt bit his tongue, already annoyed.
"Had to," Michael replied, "My roommate's in the choir."
"Gross. Does he sing in his sleep?"
"Sometimes," Michael chuckled. "He's got a good voice. They all do. You should stick around and listen."
"Nah. Not really my thing."
Michael shrugged. "Your loss, man."
"Who's that?" Kurt had felt the stranger's gaze on him before the question had been asked, but he still lifted his eyes to confirm that he was indeed being stared at.
"This is Kurt," Michael told him. "Blaine Anderson's sub. Jason and I are looking after him while Blaine's performing."
"Oh, Anderson! Yeah. I have him in RDC. He said he got a sub over the summer. He must trust you two an awful lot to let you watch his pet, huh?" Kurt stiffened in his chair as that sick word was hurled his way again. Without Blaine at his side, the sub's instinctive urge to seek his Dom's protection was useless. Instead, a spark of frustration lit up inside him, and he was unable to keep himself from glaring at the back of the seat in front of him. The stranger noticed, unable to resist the opportunity to test the sub's limits. "I know I sure as hell wouldn't let my pet out for something this stupid. A choir performance," he snorted, "Does it even know what music is?"
Kurt lifted his eyes from their death glare at the inanimate object in front of him, instead turning his gaze on the stranger in the aisle. If Blaine were here, he would've had a soothing hand on Kurt's body from the moment the stranger walked up, keeping him relaxed and docile. As if on cue with Kurt's thoughts, Jason's palm hesitantly moved to rest on his thigh, but his touch wasn't anywhere near as comforting as his Dom's, and Kurt was already wound up and on the defense.
"I'm not his pet," Kurt said softly. Even as he defied the stranger's words, Kurt couldn't fully meet his gaze, and his eyes darted up and down as he fought his basic submissive urge to refocus on a lower point.
"Excuse me?" the stranger looked stunned that Kurt would dare challenge him.
"I am not his pet," Kurt repeated, a bit louder. "I'm not an 'it' either. My Dom's choir is wonderful. And I happen to love music."
"I don't think anyone gave you permission to speak, did they, boy?"
"No, Sir," Kurt all but spat his response, the hint of defiance never fading from his tone.
"Then why did you?"
"Because you're an asshole, Sir." Suddenly, several things happened at once.
The stranger's face was enveloped in a furious expression. He growled an insult under his breath ("Disrespectful little bitch"), and took two rapid, purposeful steps forward, his aggressive body language clearly showing his intention to cause harm. Kurt shrank back into his seat, bracing for a blow. Jason tightened his grip on Kurt's leash, holding his head down out of the way while he reached an arm around to shield the sub's face. Michael jumped to his feet and blocked the path to Kurt, clearly willing to defend him if it came down to a physical fight.
"You don't want to do that," Kurt heard Michael say. "Blaine would get you charged for submissive assault faster than you could think of hiring a defense attorney."
"That thing talked back to me," the stranger argued, "Called me an asshole, for God's sake. I can't just walk off and let it think it can say things like that to everyone."
"Just back off," Michael advised, adding, "We'll tell Blaine and let him know of Kurt's misbehavior. Let his Dom take care of punishments, Brandon. That's how it works."
The answer seemed to satisfy the stranger enough. "Fine." Without a parting word, he stalked off toward the auditorium exit, and Michael took his seat again. Jason loosened his grip on the leash to let Kurt sit back up, though the sub remained more drawn into himself than before, shocked by own his sudden aggression.
"Where the heck did all that come from?" Jason asked.
Kurt shrugged, honestly uncertain, "I don't know… I've never been apart from Blaine when someone said things like that to me. He always knows what to say. I… I guess I didn't."
"Well, uh, you're okay now," Jason aimed to comfort the clearly shaken submissive, and though Kurt did appreciate the gesture and tried to unclench, if only to make Jason feel better, his words did nothing compared to the effect they would have had in Blaine's calm, authoritative tone.
"Yeah," Kurt mumbled, "Sorry for…whatever that was."
"Don't worry about it, bro."
Thankfully, the lights in the auditorium dimmed a minute later, and all three teens could relax as the pressure to lift the awkward silence fell away. Kurt relished in the way the darkness hid him from the view of any prying eyes. He focused on the stage, trying to push the encounter with the stranger from his mind. This was Blaine's night. Kurt was here to support his Dom, and he wouldn't let one bad experience ruin his entire evening.
The Warblers took the stage, silhouettes lining up in the darkness. The auditorium was silent, aside from a few stray shouts and hollers. Then the stage lights suddenly burst into life, and the boys onstage burst into song. Kurt immediately found Blaine, and the rest of the choir all but ceased to exist as far as the sub was concerned.
The performance was quite long considering they'd only had fourteen day to prepare. Blaine had two lead solos, and he did a spectacular job on both of them, leaving Kurt all but bouncing in his seat when the songs ended. Though he was more reserved than some members of the audience, Kurt applauded freely, beaming after every number. The Warblers really were fantastic at what they did. Even if they weren't all incredibly considerate towards him, the sub had to admire their talent and dedication to the group.
The finale of the show had the crowd on their feet, and Kurt didn't hesitate to join in the standing ovation as the Warblers all took their final bows and exited the stage. Immediately, Kurt looked to Jason with bright, excited eyes, buzzing with energy.
"Can we go now, Jason?" he asked, voice a bit higher with excitement.
Jason laughed, "Bet you wanna find Blaine, huh?"
"Please, yes!" Kurt smiled wide.
"Alright, then. Let's go."
Michael led the way out into the aisle. Kurt followed with Jason bringing up the rear. They slipped through the throngs of students and emerged into the hallway, standing off to the side where they had all met up earlier. Kurt craned his neck to watch everyone that filed out, heart leaping in his chest when Blaine appeared and immediately turned in his direction.
Blaine smiled as he approached, opening his arms up in a clear invitation. Kurt pressed himself against Blaine's side, nuzzling his face into his Dom's neck. "You were amazing!" he gushed. "Blaine, you were amazing!"
"You really think so?" he chuckled.
"I know so. All of you were so great!"
"So I take it you had fun, then?" Kurt nodded vehemently. "Everything go okay?" he added, turning to Kurt's escorts. The two guys exchanged a look, and Kurt bit his lip. Blaine read their expressions and raised a questioning eyebrow. "What happened?"
"Uh," Michael began, "Someone ruffled Kurt's feathers a bit."
"Nothing bad happened!" Jason added quickly, when Blaine began to glare. "It was just a little tense for a minute or two."
"Who?" Blaine asked, tone serious.
"That Brandon kid. I don't know his last name. He said he has RDC with you," Jason replied. Blaine nodded knowingly.
"He called me that word," Kurt murmured, "and he insulted you and the Warblers. He made me angry. So I called him an asshole…"
"You what?" Blaine was stunned.
"He asked me why I talked back to him when I didn't have permission. And I said I did it because he was an asshole. Jason and Michael did everything right," Kurt was quick to add, not wanting them to face the wrath of his Dom unnecessarily. "I just lost my temper or something."
Blaine looked over at Jason and Michael with a nod. "You guys can go. Thanks for your help." They seemed confused by the quick dismissal, but they didn't hang around. Kurt gave them a brief wave goodbye as they left, still tucked into Blaine's side with a strong arm around his shoulders. "You've never been rebellious like that to any Dom before, have you, beautiful?" Blaine sounded more confused than anything.
"No, Sir… I think it happened because you weren't there," Kurt explained, "When people bother me and you're around, I know you'll take care of things, so I don't really act out. But you weren't with me earlier, so… so I guess anger just came out instead...?"
"I'm sorry." Blaine's apology took the sub by surprise, "I should've anticipated something like this and prepared you for it."
"You're not upset with me, Sir?" Kurt asked in disbelief. He'd cursed at a Dom, a student of the school. Kurt couldn't believe he might get out of this without a punishment. He'd just been hoping to have enough time to congratulate Blaine on a great performance before he'd receive the order to lay across Blaine's lap for a spanking.
"No. No, it's my fault," Blaine said hurriedly, "We learned in RDC that subs react differently in situations depending on their surroundings and those in their company. I hadn't even thought about that being an issue tonight, but I clearly made a mistake."
"Oh." Kurt didn't know what else to say.
"Well… At least now we know that anger is your instinctual response to provocation," Blaine said, trying to appreciate the new knowledge. "And I'll be honest; I'd prefer you get defensive rather than grovel at the feet of everyone who intimidates you."
"The only feet I grovel at are yours, Sir," Kurt told him with a grin.
"As it should be, beautiful." He squeezed Kurt's shoulders and took the end of the leash. "Come on." Blaine led the way, adding, "I'm going to have to order you to put a bit more thought into your responses if something like this ever happens again, though. I don't want you getting yourself hurt because you can't hold your tongue around an asshole. Especially if I'm not there to keep you safe. Make sense?"
"Perfect sense, Sir."
"So if you ever find yourself being taunted by someone and I'm not around, I want you to be polite. Control your attitude. Give them the same amount of respect that you'd give to any superior unless they give you a real reason to get aggressive. Words are not a good enough reason, beautiful—even if they are insulting you, or me, for that matter. You don't need to defend my honor, alright? If they try to physically hurt you, by all means, fight back. But just be smart about it."
"Yes, Sir." Kurt followed at Blaine's side on the way back to the dorm, filing away Blaine's commands and considering what he'd learned from the experience in the auditorium. His Dom was right; it was good to know how he'd react to rude comments on his own. It made him feel stronger and a bit more independent, knowing he wasn't completely afraid to face intimidation. In turn, that underlying strength made it even more frustrating that people looked down on him so much to begin with…
Why was everyone here so caught up with his role as Blaine's sub? No one tried to look beyond it, to the person underneath the leather collar. It troubled him, but he kept the thoughts to himself, not wanting to spoil Blaine's post-performance high any more than he already had.
It wasn't until the following evening before he found the courage to bring the subject up to his Dom, and by that time, he'd also started considering something else—a request that would be even harder to ask for.
"Blaine?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"I, um… I wanted to talk to you about something."
The Dom instantly set his work aside and left the desk chair to take a seat on the bed, patting the mattress beside him. Kurt quickly moved to sit next to Blaine, though he kept his eyes down, trying to think of the best way to tell his Dom how he was feeling.
"I've really loved being here at Dalton with you," he began slowly, "I like being alone with you, here in our own little space, and I like watching you do homework, and I'm so happy that you got your spot on the Council…"
"But?" Blaine filled in the next word, already hearing it in his boy's tone.
"It's hard," Kurt said quietly, "It's hard to be one sub here in a place with so many Doms. I'm so, so proud to be yours, Blaine." The sub finally looked up into Blaine's eyes, feeling a rush of warmth spread through him as he saw the same pride reflected in hazel eyes. "I'm so glad you're my Dom, and I want you to be happy, but… like, the leash… and the way the other students look at me. The things they say about me. It's just hard."
Blaine nodded gently, showing that he understood, encouraging Kurt to continue.
"I know it was completely within Sebastian's rights to take my seat last week at lunch," Kurt sighed, "and you know I didn't make a fuss about it." Blaine nodded again, reaching out to brush a hand down the sub's arm. "But like, I'd rather not have to deal with that if I didn't have to, you know?"
"I understand, beautiful."
"It's like…people look at me, but they don't see me. They don't see Kurt Hummel. All they see is my collar, and then everyone automatically assumes I'm weak or stupid, just because I belong to you. But I'm not. I'm not an animal. I just need your guidance and reassurance. You make me feel safe and fulfilled and wanted. You help make me who I am, but no one really sees me here… And I…" He fell silent.
"Talk to me, Kurt," Blaine whispered, "I can't read your mind."
"I just… I want to go home, Blaine," Kurt finally managed. "I miss our real bed, and I miss having meals with your parents, without a leash… and I just don't feel like Dalton is the best place for me." He dropped his head an inch or two, feeling ashamed. "I know it's not up to me to decide," Kurt added quickly, "and if you want me here, I'll stay without complaining, because I'm here to make you happy. I just thought I needed to tell you how I was feeling…"
"I don't ever want you to feel guilty or ashamed for telling me how you're feeling, alright?" Kurt nodded, "It's still early enough to call my parents. If you're sure this is what you want, I'll let them know so we can get out of here as soon as possible."
"We? You mean you'd go with me?" the sub asked, clearly surprised.
"Of course, beautiful. I wouldn't send you back alone."
"W-wouldn't you lose your spot on the Council, Blaine? I thought only upperclassmen staying on campus could be on it…"
Blaine sighed, "A necessary sacrifice."
Kurt frowned, "But you worked so hard to get it, Blaine. You've waited for this for years. I couldn't let you give that up for me."
"It's not your decision to make, Kurt," Blaine reminded gently, a hint of authority in his tone. Kurt inclined his head apologetically before looking back at his Dom's face with desperate eyes.
"I just want you to be happy," he murmured. "I want to make you happy. If I take you away from your spot on the Council, I'm not being a good sub."
"Shhh. You're not doing anything wrong. You make me happy, beautiful. Every day." Kurt bit down on his lower lip, trying to hide the smile that was beginning to form. Blaine smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Every single day," he said again, punctuating each word with a playful poke to Kurt's nose, causing the sub's face to crinkle. The bright smile finally emerged. Laughing, Blaine wrapped his arms around his boy, pressing a kiss down into his hair.
Kurt closed his eyes and burrowed closer to Blaine's chest. "I try my best."
"And you succeed." Blaine removed his arm from around Kurt's torso to dig down into his pocket and pull out his phone. "Gonna call my parents now, okay?" The sub nodded in silence while Blaine dialed.
"Hey, Mom. It's Blaine… No, no, everything's fine. I just needed to let you and Dad know that Kurt and I are thinking about moving back home… It's been hard on him. Yeah. Discrimination and poor stereotypes are more common here than I'd expected… No, nothing terrible happened. He just told me about it a few minutes ago…"
While Blaine continued on with the conversation, Kurt readjusted himself against his Dom's body, scooting closer to sit between his legs, at the perfect angle to press his lips to Blaine's neck. He covered the surrounding skin in kisses. Along Blaine's jaw, Kurt felt the brush of a little stubble. The vibrations of Blaine's voice hummed against his lips when Kurt kissed his throat and devoted a few seconds to his Adam's apple. By the time Blaine was finishing up with the phone call, Kurt could hear the slight rasp to his voice, and nestled between his legs, Kurt could also clearly feel the hardening erection in his Dom's pants. His own cock eagerly responded to the arousal, and Kurt waited patiently while Blaine wrapped up his conversation.
"Yeah, if we could get it done this weekend, that'd be preferable. I don't want to keep Kurt here longer than I have to… Yeah. Yeah, that sounds great. I'll go by the housing office tomorrow and get things sorted out there… Okay… Okay. Thanks, Mom. Love you, too. Bye." He hung up the phone and immediately trained his eyes on Kurt. "You're the most distracting creature on the planet," he chuckled.
Kurt gave him an innocent smile, looking up through his eyelashes. "I don't know what you mean," he purred, pressing another kiss to Blaine's neck.
"You are a liar, Kurt Hummel. A dirty, dirty liar."
"Dirty?" Kurt asked, licking his lips, "I can be dirty, Mr. Anderson, if that's what you want you me to be."
A soft, breathy moan sounded in the back of Blaine's throat, and he leaned down to attack his boy's mouth, kissing him wetly, with tongue and teeth. Kurt squirmed in Blaine's lap, trying to turn for a better angle. The Dom held him tightly, immobilizing him as he ravaged the submissive—nipping, licking, and sucking at his lips, tongue, and cheeks. Kurt let out a high pitched whine, panting into Blaine's mouth.
"You just love this, don't you?" Blaine breathed, "You love when I'm in control. It makes you feel everything—every single bit of your desire to be mine. Doesn't it, beautiful?"
"Yes," Kurt chanted, "Yes, Sir. Yes, Sir. Please." He chased Blaine's lips, seeking out another kiss, but Blaine pressed a finger to them instead, denying. The sub stared up at him with wide blue eyes, parting his lips to suck on the Dom's fingertip. Energy thrummed through his body. Blaine was right. Kurt lived for moments like this. The all-consuming desire to be possessed and to serve his one and only gave him a high like nothing else, coursing adrenaline through his veins that made him feel invincible. Surrendering to Blaine's desires made him stronger.
"I'm gonna fuck you tonight, beautiful," Blaine whispered. Kurt felt his ass clench in immediate response, his body trained to provide the tight friction they both loved. "Would you like that?" Kurt nodded. As if Blaine even needed to ask. "Good. But you interrupted my homework earlier, so I think I'll have to interrupt our foreplay while I finish. It's only fair, after all."
Kurt pouted, his frown jutting out slightly. Blaine smiled. "Don't worry, though. You'll get plenty of stimulation while you wait." He gave Kurt's abdomen a gentle pat, unwrapping the boy from his arms. Kurt moved from his Dom's lap, and Blaine rose from the mattress, making Kurt shiver with excitement as he walked over to the wonderful black toy chest.
Blaine returned with a few items hidden out of sight behind his back. Kurt dutifully looked away as Blaine set them down on the bed and turned his attention to the sub's pants. "Stand up." Kurt obeyed quickly, standing still while the Dom reached for the zipper of his jeans. Soon, his pants and underwear were pooled at his ankles.
"So pretty," Blaine purred, stroking Kurt's length with a feather light touch. "So pretty and eager. Just for me."
"Only for you, Sir," Kurt breathed.
"That's right," Blaine smiled, "Tell me your safeword, sweetheart."
"Red."
"Good." The Dom brushed his hand over Kurt's waist, reaching back to gently squeeze the flesh of his ass with a few wandering fingers. "Turn around. Lean over the bed," he instructed. Kurt did so. Blaine took his time teasing at Kurt's entrance, circling the tip of his index finger around and around the puckered hole. Kurt gasped and whimpered, sensitive to every touch, longing for more.
Reaching over to where he'd set the assortment of toys out a minute earlier, Blaine grabbed one of his favorite plugs. It pushed in deep, stretched his boy to the very edge of the line between pleasure and pain, and was equipped with one of the strongest vibrators he owned. It would drive Kurt crazy, and Blaine couldn't wait. The Dom set the plug down in his lap while he prepared Kurt with a few slick fingers.
After coating the plug in lubricant, he pressed the head of it to Kurt's entrance, smirking. "Relax, sweetheart," he advised, "It's the big one." Kurt moaned. Blaine saw his legs quake. Enjoying every twitch of resistance and every sharp intake of the sub's breath, Blaine slowly worked the toy into place. Kurt spread his legs a little wider, as far as he could get them with his pants still wrapped around his ankles. When Blaine pulled his hands away, the end of the plug kept Kurt's cheeks held apart slightly, peeking out from the boy's ass like it wanted to show off just how large it was. Blaine certainly appreciated the sight.
"Turn around for me, now. If you can manage it," he chuckled. Kurt shuffled back around to face Blaine, swallowing thickly. A firm hand around his length made Kurt whine in the back of his throat. Blaine gave him a few quick strokes before sliding a black cock ring all the way down to the base, nestling it tight against Kurt's scrotum with an approving cluck of his tongue. "There we are. Feel good, pretty thing?"
"Y-yes, Sir," Kurt gasped, trying to retain the ability of speech.
Satisfied, Blaine tugged Kurt's briefs back up Kurt's legs, gently tucking in the boy's erect length as best as he could before pulling his jeans back around his hips as well. He left the sub's pants undone, not wanting to torture him with too much unnecessary constriction; plus it was a nice sight to see the bulge in Kurt's underwear—a clear sign of how much he wanted Blaine to touch him. Being the object of his boy's lust and the subject of his every erotic fantasy was wonderful. It made Kurt's submission even more irresistible. Once Kurt was neatly stuffed back into his clothing, Blaine led him over to the desk where his homework still sat. Kurt sank to his knees without being prompted, settling down beside his Dom's chair while Blaine took his seat and picked up his pen to continue working.
"Good boy," Blaine praised, running his free hand through Kurt's hair, "I shouldn't be too long. Just stay nice and quiet for me so I can concentrate."
For the first few minutes, Kurt handled it with ease, drifting contentedly into subspace at Blaine's feet. The Dom cast a few glances down at the boy, seeing his eyes glazed over and trained respectfully on the floor. Digging down into his pocket, Blaine pulled out two small remotes and set them on the desk, switching each one on to a low setting, activating the vibrators of both toys. Beside him, Kurt gave a barely indiscernible jerk and let out a quiet grunt of surprise, blinking fast like he'd been suddenly woken from a daydream. Blaine placed a hand on the side of the sub's head and gently guided him to rest it against his thigh, massaging his index finger against the boy's temple. Kurt moved languidly, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned against Blaine and pulled in a few deep breaths.
"You've been so helpful these past two weeks," Blaine told him in a whisper, "You served me so well, without me even needing to ask. You're such a good boy, sweetheart. We'll go home in a few days. I promise… Just relax. Give in. I'll take care of you, beautiful." Kurt nodded weakly against Blaine's leg, unable to do much more to respond, but feeling grateful all the same.
Saturday morning, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson drove back to Dalton. Blaine met them in the parking lot and walked them back to the dorm where Kurt had stayed behind to finish up some last minute packing. Yesterday, the boys had stripped their room back down to the bare essentials in preparation. Over the next hour, they packed up the vehicles—a few other boys in their hall helped carry boxes out—and before long, Blaine was jogging back out to his car after turning in his key at the office. They followed Blaine's parents' vehicle out of the massive gates and turned onto the highway a minute later, heading toward home.
They spent the rest of the afternoon and evening unpacking for the second time in less than a month. When Mrs. Anderson called them down for dinner, Blaine took Kurt by the hand and led the way downstairs. "No leash," Kurt remarked happily.
"Nope." Blaine smiled at Kurt's pleased expression. "You happy, beautiful?"
"Very happy," he replied, "Thank you, Blaine."
"You're welcome, sweetheart."
When he crawled into bed with his Dom that night, back into the familiar sheets, under the hum of the ceiling fan, and wrapped in Blaine's arms, Kurt felt more at home than he had in weeks. A contented sigh slipped through his lips.
The following Monday morning was difficult for both boys. Blaine had to wake up an hour earlier than usual to make up for the time he'd be on the road. Kurt received a small set of duties and chores to help keep him occupied during the day. When Blaine drove away, Kurt felt the distance tug on his heart, but he knew this arrangement was for the best. He'd be much happier at home, even if he couldn't keep Blaine company at lunch and had to wait longer than usual to see him after school and Warblers' rehearsals throughout the week. The leash was stuffed away into storage, and he wouldn't have to deal with the stares and sneers of the arrogant students at Dalton Academy on a daily basis.
By the end of fourth period, Blaine was dragging his feet. He very nearly turned toward his old residence hall after calculus, so accustomed to collecting Kurt before lunch. Once he realized what he was doing, Blaine let out a laugh, rolling his eyes at himself and pulling out his phone.
i almost walked to the dorm to get u :P he sent to Kurt. The reply was almost instant, as if Kurt had been waiting for a message.
At least you remembered before you got there. Have a good lunch, sir. :)
you too. see u tonight, beautiful boy.
Blaine smiled down at his phone as he tucked it back into his pocket. Once he made it to the dining hall, he blindly placed some food on his tray and wandered over to his usual table—the one unofficially claimed by the Warblers after the first time they'd sat here earlier in the semester. Sebastian was one of the first of the others to join Blaine, sitting in the seat across from him with a slightly confused expression.
"Where's Kurt?" he asked.
"He's at home. We moved out of our dorm this weekend."
"Really? Why?"
"Kurt just wasn't comfortable here," Blaine shrugged, "He needed to move back home, so we did."
"Shit. That sucks, killer."
Blaine was a little surprised that Sebastian cared enough to sympathize, but he agreed, "Yeah, it does. I'll have to give up my spot on the Council, too, since I'm not living on campus anymore," he sighed.
"Double shit."
"Very eloquent, Seb," Blaine commented with a roll of his eyes.
"I'm just telling it like it is." Sebastian shrugged, "Sure you aren't moving back?"
Blaine nodded, "He's really happy to be back home. I don't think I could drag him all the way back here, knowing how much he'd dislike it."
"Well," Sebastian continued, "since you don't have to hurry back to your dorm every day after school to take care of dear Kurt… We should go get coffee sometime."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Coffee?"
"Yeah, you know—the hot, dark stuff that comes in insulated cups, tastes like heaven, and smells delicious, probably like the morning breath of a unicorn?"
"You're ridiculous."
"I'm fantastic," Sebastian corrected. "And I know you could use some caffeine. Just look at you. You're dead on your feet, Blaine."
"Probably because I woke up an hour earlier than usual to commute. It's been a long day, and it's not even half over," he groaned.
"So, coffee after school?"
"Only if you're buying," Blaine told him.
"Sure thing, Blainers," Sebastian smirked, "It's a date."
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