Last few chapters were a little slow, but today prepare yourself for DRAMA! What Kurt saw in the "Sheets 'n' Things" store? Who is the mysterious waitress? What Kurt is going to do now? Well, now is the time to find out!

Betaed by hkvoyage, who's way better than me at remembering about this pesky little thing called update deadline XD

Next update: 1st November.

Meanwhile, please enjoy today's update!

"I'm Blaine Anderson," the Dom had flashed the waitress his most charming smile before clarifying "and I belong to this guy," he tilted his head a bit at Kurt, who instantly flushed red.

The woman looked somewhat disappointed, but shook the Dom's hand with a wide grin on her face. "I should've known your yummy butt was already claimed. I'm April Rhodes and I've been your bunny-boy's friend since I personally dragged him out of the closet."

Blaine frowned, a little confused.

"She got me my first muscle men magazine and got me drunk enough to out myself as gay to the whole school," Kurt explained in a matter-of-fact voice. "Probably not the most subtle way to do it, but it's not like anyone was really surprised..." he trailed off as if recalling this happening.

"Hey, it worked, cupcake, and spared you agonizing over it. Now, I guess you'd like some lunch, right?" April took out her pink Hello Kitty notebook and licked the pen tip. "I'll get you a really nice table."

Nice apparently meant 'angled the way she could easily ogle Blaine's ass most of the time, but it was also by the wall, away from loud teenagers, so both men didn't mind. April came over few times – to take the order, to deliver their food or just to chat for a bit. Blaine learned that she had been a high school drop-out, who had returned later to Kurt's school to properly finish her education, but still didn't manage to – not with all the chaos of her constant changing Doms. She was finally expelled because not only she got into a short contract with their Spanish teacher, but also almost seduced a newly marked student. The woman was such a brazen Sub in her own way, that Blaine had no doubts some of Kurt's habits and independence rubbed off of her.

"That's one strange friendship you have going here," Blaine commented after the waitress had left them alone.

Kurt swirled the spaghetti around his fork, shrugging. "Not many would want to be seen with me in this town so I had to hold on to anyone who would."

"Well, those others are all idiots. But your friends seem to hold strongly on to you as well," Dom added with a smile. "April, Rachel... I also noticed you keep contact with Mercedes Jones from your year."

"I'm not sure Rachel would spare me any attention if she wasn't in a partnership with my brother, but yeah, it's nice knowing that some of them remember me..." Kurt stared at Blaine's plate for a moment with a strange expression. The variety of emotions on his face changed too quickly for the Dom to latch onto any particular one and to he couldn't figure out what Kurt was thinking about.

"I see you don't like green peppers too much. Want me to take this 'burden' from your plate?" the Sub suddenly said.

"…Sure."

Frowning, the Dom moved his plate slowly forward, while Kurt reached for the vegetables with his fork. While taking them back his elbow bumped into the coffee cup and...

"I'm so sorry!" Kurt cried seeing the hot liquid dripping from the table onto Blaine's jeans. "I should've been more careful!"

The Dom shook his head. "It's okay, these are my casual clothes and the coffee wasn't hot." He reached for few napkins to clean the mess on the table.

"But you still need to get rid of the stain!" Kurt insisted sternly. He stood up and started walking toward the counter.

"I'll ask if we could get you cleaned up somehow here," He said and then he was quickly gone, followed by Blaine's questioning stare.

Kurt jogged to April. He felt terrible about what he was about to do, but he already made a decision to go through with his plan. "I need a favour," he whispered conspiratorially. "I spilled some coffee on Blaine and I need you to take him to the bathroom and clean him off. And... I need you to take your time doing it."

April sent him a mischievous smirk. "Oh, how I missed my little scheming minx. And what are you going to do with all that time while I'll be wiping off your Dom?"

"I need to take care of something... that I should've done a long time ago. It's close by so I won't be too long."

"It's close by? What shopping do you have in mind, dove? Unless... You're going to 'Sheets-N-Things', aren't you?" April grimaced. "You shouldn't bother yourself with this bullshit from your past anymore. And doing such tricks on your Dom... That's a bit harsh..."

Kurt did know that. His head already hurt from the guilt even before proceeding with his plan. He didn't need April of all people lecturing him even more.

Damn, time for the big guns, Kurt thought and then nonchalantly looked down as if checking out his fingernails. "I spilled the coffee over Blaine's crotch," he mused out loud.

"Now you're talking, pumpkin. You can count on me then."

David Karofsky hated his job more and more every day. He despised his wine-coloured apron that seemed to become tighter on him with each month. Graduating from high school popped his perfect balloon of popularity and athletic accomplishments – without any specific plans for the future he drifted from one job to another, staying at 'Sheets-N-Things' only because the alternatives were even more depressing.

He was just re-folding a duvet, when he noticed someone walking up toward him. Someone, who had disappeared from Limone almost ten years ago only to mercilessly haunt his dreams ever since.

"Kurt Hummel," Dave whispered, as if that person would disappear like a vision if he spoke louder. The man in front of him had changed a lot since high school. His porcelain baby face became more defined, although it retained its angelic innocence. The body, wrapped in clothes so tight it should be illegal, grew taller and beamed with sex appeal. Dave suddenly understood how Spiderman must've felt when his senses were 'tingling'. In a more carnal way, at least.

"Karofsky," spoke the walking personification of beauty and then Karofsky realized that it was Hummel for real, not a dream.

The Sub stared at his former tormentor unsure of how he should feel about this meeting. He didn't prepare any speech or anything and he strangely didn't feel like shouting angrily at the man he used to consider his nemesis...

"Are you back in Limone?" Dave asked. His voice was unusually quiet.

Kurt shook his head. "Just visiting my dad. I do it quite regularly."

"I haven't seen you before."

The Sub glanced around them, his hands nervously rubbing his trousers to wipe off non-existent sweat. "Well, I would never stop to shop here."

"But you are now," way to go, Captain Obvious, Dave chastised himself.

"I needed some closure. To see how my life's changed," Kurt explained vaguely as if justifying this meeting more to himself rather than to Karofsky. "And maybe to see if you are still the same person or maybe you've also changed, so I don't need to dwell on the past. You could help me if you'd tell me. "

Dave didn't understand what he was supposed to say to that, but his head was swirling with all these feelings that he kept repressing for so long. Without anyone else watching and judging him he felt like he could actually speak the truth to Kurt for the first time in his life.

"I tried to get a girl Sub, but it didn't work out," he blurted out, throwing the badly folded duvet onto the shelf. "It's easy to guess I couldn't find any gay Sub in this town that would admit who he is. Maybe your story scared them from outing themselves," he added bitterly.

Kurt stared at him, disgust mixed with pity. "I see. I was hoping no one would need to go through the same hell as I." The Sub suddenly felt awkward. What was he doing here listening to Karofsky? Why should he care what his former bully did with his life? He began to turn around. I shouldn't be here, I should be back in the cafe with Blaine...

"Wait!" Dave's desperate voice stopped the Sub. "Don't go!"

Dave spoke up without thinking but he just knew that he didn't want Kurt to disappear again. Not when he saw a small, fragile light of hope to finally get some happiness in his life. He stepped forward and easily wrapped his massive hand around Kurt's wrist.

"Don't leave again. You should've stayed with me!"

Kurt stared shocked at Dave's desperate face. "You must be fucking joking, Karofsky. Why would I want to stay in this town just for my tormentor from school?" he spat.

"I kissed you," the Dom replied, licking his lips to remember the taste of the Sub. "I told you I wanted to be your Dom. I was supposed to be your Dom."

Kurt shook his head. His captured wrist itched. "You're delusional. Now let me go – it was a mistake to come here after all."

However Dave physically couldn't let go. His instincts were telling him to hold on to this Sub, as he never would be able to find someone equally amazing. Dave's fingers tightened their hold.

The Sub looked at their connected hands, finally some late fear impulses starting to kick in. He hadn't been afraid before because he was empowered by being an adult now, but he forgot that Dave was now an adult Dom - less teenage confusion and more ego. And definitely more physical strength. Kurt shuddered.

"It's too late for that now, Karofsky."

"It's not. I need a Sub, and you-"

"He already has a Dom," The deep voice cut in from behind Kurt. The Sub sighed recognizing the voice.

Dave Karofsky watched Blaine with wide eyes. "And who are you?" he asked, but the suspicion has already painfully squeezed his heart.

Blaine's hands encircled Kurt's waist from behind, one resting on his hips, the other pressing flat to the Sub's stomach. "I'm Kurt Hummel's Dom," he answered. Apparently he didn't feel obliged to give his name, but that introduction was more than enough to rattle Karofsky.

"His... what? But..." Dave's eyes looked like they were about to pop out at the sight of the stranger. After a moment of shock he composed himself and put on a fake smile. "So you mellowed out in the end, Kurt? All that talk how you are not a Sub, but in the end..." Dave looked almost relieved, triumphant. His fingers slid from the Sub's wrist.

"You are an idiot, David Karofsky" Blaine commented. He gently turned Kurt to face him and looked piercingly into the blue eyes.

"Kneel," Blaine said in a voice that could be only described as 'dark, crushed velvet'.

A big part of Kurt fucking wanted to drop onto his knees right there and then. It had been a while since he listened to his submissive impulses and he missed the feel of safety when he would just drown in Blaine suggestions. However, he was not going to do it here, in this tacky shop. Not in front of Karofsky.

"No way," he answered, glaring questioningly at his Dom. If he expected Blaine to be angry at him, though, he was in for a surprise. His Dom chuckled, smiling confidently, as he turned to Karofsky.

"You see now? Kurt hasn't changed. He is still the same strong Sub you always desired." His eyes shone coldly as he said the last word. "But you have never cherished that. And you'll never have him."

Karofsky's face fell when he understood the message. He froze in place, his eyes jumping between Kurt and his Dom.

Blaine started to push Kurt along with him, away from Karofsky. The Sub looked bamboozled over what had just happened. "If you know what's good for you, you'll forget about Kurt," Blaine added over his shoulder, leaving with Kurt.

But how Karofsky could so easily forget?

Both men walked out of the store in silence. However, as soon as they were outside, Kurt inhaled deeply and turned to Blaine. "What the hell was that about? How was I supposed to kneel there in front of everyone?" He didn't add that he was almost ready to do it.

"You weren't supposed to do it. That was the point," Blaine replied. "Karofsky desired you the way you always were – the strong willed Sub. He would feel relieved from his feelings knowing that you'd become more submissive, making you in his eyes just like any other Sub."

"But you-"

"I rubbed in his face the fact, that you are still the same, but not available."

"Why would you do that?! That wasn't necessary." Kurt shook his head angrily.

"Why not?" Blaine's eyes darkened. "He touched what was mine, not to mention he deserved much more after how he treated you in high school."

Kurt tried his hardest to ignore the warm shudders that rippled through his body upon hearing the possessive growl Blaine had just made. "But I just wanted closure... And I would get out of my own."

"A little revenge is a great form of closure, Kitten. And we have bigger problems than Karofsky at the moment."

Uh-oh, Kurt didn't like that gleam in Blaine's eyes. "How did you even know it was Karofsky and where I was?"

Blaine led Kurt to the car park, walking by the colourful shops. "April spilled. Easily. You forget, dear, that I am a Dom. But you changed the subject again." His fingers tightened the hold on Kurt's arm. "The one that got himself in real trouble is you, Kurt. I'm quite disappointed in you."

Blaine's words stabbed through Kurt's heart.