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What Doesn't Kill You
Kurt stretched out his legs finding the cool untouched spots at the end of the bed with his feet. He reached his hand over to the side of the bed that he'd quickly begun to think of as Blaine's. It too was cool and absent of his Subs warmth. As Kurt came to, he heard the rattlings of kitchen ware from downstairs. The sound of it first made him smile, then made his stomach growl with hunger. He strained for the scent of what Blaine might be preparing. His nose couldn't yet detect enough aroma to determine what it might be. But, he did recognize the distinct scent of coffee. "Ahh." He moaned at the thought with a final stretch and a toss of his legs over the side of the bed. He let them dangle there for a minute, preparing them for the full weight of his body.
Kurt recalled the night before, the skipped dinner, the strange intense heat, and his determination to figure out why. He had started researching the dynamics between Doms and Subs. He had learned that there were many different ways Doms thought of their Subs. It ranged from having a relationship with their Subs, not unlike couples do, to what one could only label as cruel slavery. Sadly, Kurt had discovered the later to be more common. Dom's mostly thought of their Subs as property and Kurt shuttered to think about what could of happened to Blaine and Nick if the Warblers hadn't stepped in with their plan. When he had tried to pull up more on the internet caring relationships between a Dom and a Sub there were several authors that had popped up that caught Kurt's eye. When he researched the reasons why he may have gotten so hot he couldn't find anything worthwhile. It led him to a strange site on bondage with techniques where high heat sources were used on a Sub in conjunction with sexual pleasure to bring about a deeper kind of Subspace. It was an interesting read but unhelpful in putting Kurt's mind to rest as to why his own body was behaving as it had.
Kurt had let Blaine sleep on the couch, keeping an eye on him, the whole time he'd done his research until he had typed in the search box 'a strong bonding' for it to autocorrect to 'a strong binding' complete with pictures of Subs bound to beds, chandeliers, poles and more. Kurt had been, once again, surprised at how easily his own mind had conjured up pictures of him doing some of the less outlandish ones with Blaine. He had almost woken Blaine up to have him on the couch right then and there, but he had thought better of it and let him sleep a bit more. A little past four in the morning he had woken Blaine up by carrying him upstairs to continue his slumber next to Kurt in his bed.
Looking at the clock on his bedside table it read 8:33 AM. "Ugh!" He'd gotten only around four hours of sleep. He told himself there were nights he'd gone with less when he had attended NYADA and forced himself to walk downstairs and start the day. He had begun to miss his Sub, anyway.
Blaine was humming a little tune, that had composed itself. in his music minded brain. It came to him as he prepared the hash browns and eggs. He was working on pulling the bacon from the pan when Kurt came down the stairs. When the two caught each other's eyes they smiled and took each other in. Kurt had opted to leave his torso bare, his lounge pants hung low on his hips. His hair was sleep messed. Blaine thought he looked more youthful this way. Kurt took Blaine in as he approached. He was absolutely adorable dressed in a pair of Kurt's pajamas sets. Blaine had obviously taken the time to sort through Kurt's drawer to find his tightest fitting pair, that still hung large on Blaine. The collared top, with its top button left undone, hung off the side of Blaine's shoulder. It left bare the marks on his neck and shoulder that Kurt had made in the previous days. He knew he was staring but he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to deepen those marks, take them from the purple-pink they were now and make them bright red once again, then lap his soothing tongue over them while his Sub bucked up from underneath him.
"Good morning, HOT stuff." Blaine greeted with a tease. He had set the table while Kurt had stared and daydreamed.
"Funny." Kurt told him and was glad to hear Blaine's voice was back at full capacity.
"I really like you in those." Kurt's eyes continued to roam over Blaine's body. He crowded Blaine against the table after he had placed the orange juice down in the middle of it. Blaine turned himself into Kurt and they hugged, enjoying each other's warmth in the chill of the morning's briskness. When Kurt's hands wandered past Blaine's rim of his shirt and down the waistband of his pajamas Blaine stopped him.
"Listen here, Mr. Caliente', you need substance." He couldn't help teasing him again.
"Mmm, -Can't help it. You, in my pajamas - it's my kryptonite."
Blaine giggled, yet kept persuading. "I made scrambled eggs, hash browns, bacon and coffee." He darted his puppy dog eyes up at Kurt for good measure.
Kurt pushed Blaine playfully. "You're a tease." He kidded. "You had me at Coffee he quipped."
"Yes,Sir." Blaine left Kurt to seat himself at the table then returned with his cup. Kurt hummed around the rim of the cup as he drank a third of it down. He placed it on the table and took Blaine's hand with a squeeze and thanked him.
"You're welcome." Blaine blushed.
"Are you going to have a cup?" Kurt asked as he served them bacon from off the platter.
"I thought I better not." Blaine briefly ran his fingers over his throat then let them smooth over his collar. "I think I'm better off with water and OJ." He finished.
Kurt's face expressed concern. "Are you ok?" He asked just above a whisper, squeezing Blaine's hand again.
"Yes, it's not bad. Don't worry, Master. I should be good as new by tomorrow."
"I just don't know what happened..." He said feeling defeated.
"Well," Blaine tried to help. "It was like swallowing too hot a tea was all, you know, like before you blow on it."
Kurt cocked his head and smiled at a smirking Blaine but quickly became serious again.
He looked into Blaine's eyes. "I don't want to hurt you. Ever."
It was Blaine's turn to do the squeezing and reassured Kurt that he knew that. Kurt continued telling Blaine of the research he had done the night before. Blaine listened intently, but had to encourage Kurt to eat by placing spoonfuls onto his plate, as he spoke. Kurt didn't leave anything out and Blaine's cheeks went red when Kurt explained the binding sites he happened upon. Through out breakfast Kurt brought Blaine up to speed on today's plans he had decided on early that morning. They would go to the book store then they'd do lunch at the West end Lima Plaza. Afterwards, he'd take Blaine clothes shopping, but warned him that he would have the last say in what he'd wear. Sorry, not sorry. Blaine told him he was more than fine with letting a fashion designer dress him.
They shared chaste kisses in between outfit changes until Kurt deemed them both presentable for public. Blaine shined up like a pretty new penny and he smelled of eucalyptus and spearmint with a touch of a woodsy scent through out his curls. He was drop dead gorgeous and Kurt knew he'd need to keep Blaine close and other Dom's far away. Blaine bristled under Kurt's attention. When he looked in the mirror, Kurt flanking his side, he really liked what he saw looking back at him. Kurt was put together perfectly. He smelled amazing. He wore a cologne that reminded Blaine of freshly cut trees on a damp day. His dress pants were sinfully tight and Blaine told him so, laughing about his need to follow behind him so he could keep an eye on his ass. Kurt took his hand and led him to the stairs, nudging him forward, laughing. If anyone was going to ogle anyone's ass it was going to be him. And he did, every step of the way down that Blaine took in front of him.
"Well?..." Blaine asked when they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Well, what?" Kurt smirked.
"Do you think my butt's cute? He waggled his eyebrows and looked exaggeratedly at his own ass.
"Well, I don't know, are we grading on a curve?" He stepped back and joined Blaine in the examination of his ass.
Blaine's jaw fell open and he feigned insult.
Kurt was the first to break out into laughter and grabbed Blaine's wrist pulling him toward the front door. "We both know that's some A plus prime choice meat you have right there. Now move it, before I decide it needs some tenderizing." He slapped his hand over one of his cheeks and Blaine yipped rushing his cute ass out the front door.
In the car they merrily sang along with the radio at first. Blaine was familiar with most of the music except for anything that had been released within the last year. Kurt decided he was up for the challenge and began sharing anything and everything he deemed halfway decent with Blaine that he had added to his phone's playlist within that last year. Kurt was overjoyed when Blaine sung along to a few older show tunes he had pulled up too. For the most part, they shared very similar taste in music, which was rare. He couldn't believe he was sharing a ride with someone just as versatile as he had always been. They'd easily switch between Katy Perry, both bouncing in there seats, to Phantom of the Opera. Kurt's voice made Blaine want to compose music just for his beautiful countertenor range. Kurt's cheeks tinged pink after catching the heart eyes Blaine was throwing at him after he sang the last note in I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston. Gawd, Blaine was so so smitten.
The book store was crowded but not overly so. Most of the patrons bustled about each other near the adjoining Starbucks. Kurt almost suggested they get a cup of Coffee too before remembering Blaine's throat. He figured maybe they could grab one of their frappe's on their way out though. He kept Blaine close, as he promised himself he would, and unbuttoned another button on Blaine's shirt to ensure everyone could see his collar. Blaine's stomach leapt at Kurts dominance as he rubbed over Blaine's collar, grabbing his hand tighter in his. They perused the sections of the bookstore that would house the books Kurt hoped to find. They ended up finding three of the top five on his list. Blaine was thumbing through the third when his ears picked up to a sound he had hoped he'd never have to hear again. He froze in place abruptly halting his and Kurt's momentum towards the check out. Kurt stopped and turned around to face Blaine questioning him with a look before asking.
"Blaine?". Blaine locked his eyes with his Dom finding strength in his presence. Blaine tucked the books under his arm, then picked up a finger up to his lips.
"Shh, please. Sir". Blaine went pale and reached for Kurt's hand again, squeezing tight.
Before Kurt could inquire why, Hunter Clarrington appeared from around the corner. He had with him a beautiful, yet scrawny young girl. They walked right into the Dom/Sub self help isle. The girl was obviously a Sub, her clothes were nice enough, but she wore no shoes or anything at all, on her feet. Hunter had her wrists bound in tight cuffs, one of them connecting to a leash hanging from Hunter's side. She kept her eyes locked on the ground so Kurt couldn't get a good look at her face. It took Hunter less than a moment to notice Kurt and Blaine standing there. A small smile twitched at his lips when the recognition set in, he sucked in his bottom lip raking his teeth over it before speaking.
"5222?"
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Kurt was squished in next to Blaine, every bit of his right side connecting to his. The booth was not all that large, fitting four comfortably, but Kurt left so much room on his left they could have easily fit a whole other person with them. Blaine had calmed after ten or more minutes of them sitting close. Blaine's right side was pressed up against the cool of the brick wall contrasting the warmth of his other. Kurt had accepted Hunter's invitation to sit and talk for a minute when he had pointed out that he just might be able to help him if he had any questions, which he believed he must, being the section they had been pulling books from. Kurt was on the fence when he had felt Blaine's knees go weak and had to rush forward to grab a hold of him to keep him upright. Hunter had gone down to reserve a table in the coffee shop while Kurt had made his way down with Blaine. He had held his arm around him and reassured him he'd be okay.
Kurt wanted Blaine to loose his fear of Hunter. He wanted him to know he no longer held any power over him. He hoped this could be an opportunity for him to see that the Dom couldn't do anything to him now that Blaine was Kurt's. Also, Hunter's offer to help seemed sincere enough. If there was even a slight chance that Hunter Clarrington could steer Kurt in the right direction he'd take it.
30 minutes into the conversation Kurt had already answered Hunters concerns about how the two were adjusting and Kurt shared about the crazy amount of intensity between the two of them. Kurt explained how he felt very protective of his Sub and how Blaine's submission came extremely easily to Blaine as well. Hunter explained how he could see that, not just then, but at the Sub house as well. They talked about Blaine's new Collar and his adjustment to it. Hunter told him that it could have been much worse and to consider himself lucky. Kurt felt a little bit uncomfortable, but surprisingly not as uncomfortable as he thought he would talking with Hunter. The most uncomfortable thing about their time spent together was the way the female Sub was ignored almost entirely. Hunter had given her ice water and they shared a small bread and butter basket. She only ate what Hunter placed in front of her. When Kurt got to the part about his temperature spiking Hunter leaned in most interested. Kurt caught Hunter stealing glances at Blaine, when he thought he wasn't looking, and he thought he saw real concern in his eyes. He couldn't be to sure of that though, especially when we're talking about the Head Master of the Sub house here. The very same establishment that Kurt hated so much. Kurt's phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly looked at the text. It was from his dad asking if he was coming on Friday for dinner as he did every third Friday of the month. He typed out a quick reply and splayed his hand on Blaine's thigh. Hunter asked if Kurt was finished telling him everything he felt was relevant. Kurt told him he thought he was. Hunter sat back. He told him there was a good and a bad to what he'd tell him next. Kurt nodded, unable to find any words, so full of anticipation. He looked to Blaine, but he was in the same state he'd been in for the duration of their conversation, snuggled up next to Kurt listening to the two Dom's speak.
"Okay." Kurt finally said.
"I had my suspicions before you left the sub house with 522-
"Blaine." Kurt corrected.
"Ok, yes, Blaine." Hunter conceded.
"Thank you. Suspicions about what?"
"Something that is very rare, so much so, it's believe more folklore than truth."
"What is it?" Kurt leaned forward.
"A true pairing."
"A true pairing." Kurt parroted.
"Yes, Sometimes referred to as a one true pairing - something very rare between a Dom and a Sub."
"Is it like it sounds?" Kurt questioned and squeezed Blaine's thigh.
"It is. The Dom is referred to as a Genuine Master and the Submissive, a Bonafide Sub." Hunter placed another piece of buttered bread before the girl and she chewed on it quietly. "It's the strongest bond one can share with another." Hunter finished.
"Really?" Kurt asked. "And you believe this is true of me and Blaine..."
"I do, but there's more to it..."
"What?"
"Well, the bad part."
"Tell me."
"It could kill you."
