Everything in their lives was going smoothly for the new couple, even after Blaine received his first punishment.
Christmas day was an interesting day for Blaine. He had, as his mother had all but demanded, gone home to Ohio and had a wonderful holiday with his family. He instantly fell in love with Andrew and was so happy that his mom had finally found her soulmate. Blaine had never seen her happier than having all three of the most important men in her life around her.
Kurt was home, too, visiting his family. They had exchanged gifts the day before in private. Blaine had written a song for Kurt and recorded it. Seeing the look on Kurt's face as he listened to his song had been well worth the teasing he had received from his friend, Jeff, when he had asked if there was any way he could use the room and equipment at the recording studio he worked at. Kurt had gifted Blaine with all sorts of fun new toys: a paddle, blindfold, crop, flogger, and a gorgeous cock cage that Blaine was itching to get into.
That cage was partially responsible for what led to his current predicament. They were back in New York, and Blaine was over Kurt's lap, getting his ass smacked with the paddle. Before the punishment started, Kurt had asked Blaine if he had understood why he was being punished. Of course, he had said he had.
Christmas night, Kurt had made Blaine edge himself over and over and over again, never letting him cum. It wasn't his fault that when he took a shower that night, he might have washed around his cock a little too long because he was thinking about the edging and his new gifts, and came, almost blacking out from the sensation.
Blaine's cock was rock solid after his paddling. He hadn't realized that he would enjoy it as much as he did. Well, he didn't completely enjoy it. It hurt like a bitch, but oh, it hurt in the best of ways. When his dick was soft enough, Kurt locked him up in the cage and then made Blaine blow him until he came down his throat. They both loved the denial that Blaine was experiencing and the orgasm that Kurt was.
"How long do I have to be in the cage, aking Hari?" Blaine asked.
"We'll start with a day, aking prinsipe," Kurt replied. "We'll work up your tolerance, and then, you'll be in it much longer for cumming without permission."
"Yes, aking Hari," Blaine said with a smile, loving the sound of that and thinking he might just have to be naughty on purpose if that was the punishment.
Every time Kurt came to see Blaine, both before and after Christmas, he had some little gift to give him, telling him each time that he had seen whatever the item was and it made him instantly think of his sub. Blaine would try to protest, but he was immediately shut down. Kurt would tell him that it wasn't a big deal and that it would make him really happy if Blaine would accept the gift.
It wasn't until the New Year's party that a friend of Kurt's was holding that things finally came to a head.
A few days before the party, Blaine was freaking out about what to wear. He wasn't sure he had anything nice enough to wear to a function that Kurt would be attending. He knew, too, that he could discuss this with his boyfriend, his Dom. But his pride was stopping him, and he knew it was wrong.
"Mark," Blaine said in a panic, "why is this so damn hard?"
"What's going on, B?" Mark asked.
"Kurt invited me to this fancy party, and the suit I have is nice, but I'm not sure it's nice enough for this, and I'm freaking out because I don't want to embarrass him, and everything is still so new, and we've always communicated about everything, but something is stopping me from telling him about this," Blaine rambled.
"Blaine, look into my eyes," Mark said, in full Dom mode. "I want you to match your breathing to mine." Mark took several deep, exaggerated breaths until his roommate was calmer. "Now, I wasn't supposed to do this until the morning of the party, but Kurt sent something over, and I've been keeping it in my closet for you."
"He did what?" Blaine asked, now upset.
"You're angry?" Mark asked.
"I don't know," Blaine replied in frustration. "I think I am, but I have no idea why. There's been something bothering me, and I just can't figure it out. I can't make my brain connect the dots, so I haven't talked to him about it more than that."
"Well," Mark said, "I hope you figure it out. I know how important communication is in relationships of our nature."
"I do, too," Blaine said. "Thank you for helping me calm down."
"You're welcome," Mark replied. "I am still going to keep the bag in my room until you're supposed to have it, okay?"
"Okay," Blaine replied.
Blaine spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what it was that was bothering him. Every time he got close to making a connection, it was like his brain would make a U-turn and think of something else. He still thought about asking Kurt to help him, but he didn't even know where to start. So, he continued to keep it to himself.
The morning of the party, Blaine woke up a little later than he usually did. Kurt had worked him over the night before, leaving his body sore in the best ways. They had decided to meet and play at Ruby since Kurt had so many things to get done the next day. Blaine loved playing at Ruby, so he never complained when they couldn't play at either one of their apartments. As Blaine woke up, he saw a garment bag hanging on his closet door with a note. He slowly got out of bed, stretching his muscles and working out the sleepy kinks in his body before walking over to the bag and grabbing the note.
Blaine,
My beautiful aking prinsipe, I want you to wear this tonight. I'm already imagining how perfect you will look in everything, and I know I won't be able to keep my hands off of you. I know you'll probably think it's too much, but it's not. I'll pick you up at 7:00 sharp.
Kurt
Blaine took a deep breath and opened the garment bag. Inside, he saw the most beautiful suit he'd ever laid his eyes on in his life. The jacket and pants were a deep blue color with an even darker blue checkered pattern on them. They also looked to have been tailored, and Blaine knew without even trying them on that they would fit him like a glove. He saw the Tom Ford label and knew that this particular suit cost more than he made in three months at his part-time job. He took a breath to settle the nagging feeling in the back of his head and continued to look in the bag as he could feel shoes in the bottom.
When Blaine fully unzipped the garment bag, he not only saw shoes but another item as well. He picked up the little box first and admired the gorgeous bowtie. It was a navy blue tie with crystals all over it, making it look like the night sky. The name on the box was from a designer Blaine hadn't ever heard of, Stefano Ricci, though he could guess that this, like the suit, was very expensive. The shiny black shoes, Blaine could see, were Tom Ford as well.
"This is all too much," Blaine whispered and started to breathe a little bit too hard.
He leaned his head a little too hard onto the door, bonking it loudly but not feeling any pain at all. He was so far into his head and anxious that he didn't hear the soft knock on his closed bedroom door nor the door open and Mark trying to talk to him.
"Blaine," Mark said, trying to get his attention. "Blaine," he repeated a little louder when there was no response.
Mark then pressed his body up against Blaine's back and wrapped his arms around his chest, hugging him from behind. He took deep, exaggerated breaths and said directly into Blaine's ear with a commanding tone, "Match your breathing to mine, Blaine."
It took several minutes for Blaine to be able to calm his breathing down, much longer than Mark had ever seen before. When Blaine's breath was even, Mark guided him to sit on his bed and knelt down in front of him.
"What brought that on, Blaine?" he asked, leaving no room for Blaine to not talk to him. He knew it was walking a fine line, demanding information from his friend who was under a contact with another Dom. He also knew that he'd never seen Blaine have an anxiety attack like the one he had just had, and he was going to do whatever he needed to take care of his friend then and there.
"I opened the bag and saw what was inside," Blaine said in a monotone voice. "It's too much, Mark. I can't figure out why, but it's too much. And whenever I try to tell him something he gets me is too much, he brushes it off. I just wish I could figure out why so I can better explain to him, so I can make him understand."
"If there's one thing I've learned about our brains, it's this," Mark said. "When the time is right, the information you're looking for will make itself known to you. Something about Kurt gifting you things is making you uncomfortable, and for whatever reason, he's brushing it off. You'll figure it out, Blaine; you will. And then, you'll be able to relay all of these feelings to Kurt in a way that he'll, hopefully, understand. Until then, I want you to try to enjoy yourself. He obviously loves giving you gifts, and he has the ability to do so. However, if you feel like you can't accept something or that a line is crossed, you have ways of stopping everything."
Blaine nodded in agreement. He honestly hadn't thought about safewording because of the gifts. They were just gifts. They weren't hurting anyone or anything. And, Mark was right; Kurt had plenty of money to spend, probably more than he'd ever be able to spend in his entire lifetime. So, why was this bothering him so much?
"Okay," Blaine said. "I'll try my best to just enjoy myself and let whatever it is come to me when the time is right."
"I'll be here all day long, too, so if you need me again, I'm just a holler away," Mark said with a smile.
"Thanks," Blaine said. "You really are going to make a lucky sub very happy when you find him."
"I think I may have already," Mark said.
"Paul?" Blaine asked with a smile.
"Mm-hmm," Mark agreed. "He's pretty great. I hope he's the one. I can see us together for a very long time, but neither of us are in love with the other so far."
"If it's meant to be, it will be," Blaine told him.
"You're right," Mark said.
As Mark stood up to leave the room, they heard a knock at the front door. Mark checked his watch and saw that it was noon on the dot.
"I wonder who that is," Blaine said, and they both walked to the front door.
There, they were greeted with a delivery man holding what appeared to be take out from the deli down the street.
"Delivery for Anderson," the man said.
"That's me," Blaine replied. "I didn't order anything, though."
"I don't know what to tell you, man," he said. "I just deliver the food. It's already been paid for, including tip, so if you can just take it, I've got more deliveries to make."
Blaine took the food, thanked the delivery guy, and then shut the door.
"Kurt?" Mark asked.
"I'm assuming so," Blaine replied.
Just then, Blaine's phone dinged with a new message.
From Kurt (12:02): I hope you and Mark enjoy your lunch, aking prinsipe. I'll be busy most of the day with work stuff, but I'm looking forward to spending the evening with you and showing you off to my friends tonight. They're all very excited to meet you.
"It's from Kurt," Blaine said and then typed out a message to Kurt.
From Blaine (12:03): Thank you, aking Hari. It smells wonderful. I'll see you at 7:00. Try not to work too hard.
From Kurt (12:04): I'll try. Enjoy the rest of your day.
From Blaine (12:04): You, too.
As Blaine got his food out of the bag, Mark looked in the fridge for something to eat.
"Um, Mark," Blaine said, "I think he ordered food for you, too. There's an extra sandwich and salad in here, and I know I can't eat two sandwiches and two salads for sure."
"Well, that was very nice of him," Mark said, grabbing the pitcher of cold water out of the fridge and pouring them both a glass.
"It was nice of him," Blaine said. Completely unnecessary, he thought, but very nice. "Thank you for the water."
They ate their lunch and talked about the upcoming semester for Blaine. Blaine was excited that he was almost done with school and more than ready to be teaching his own students. Mark asked him if he had any ideas about what schools he would like to teach at, to which Blaine had several.
Mark refilled their waters when they were empty, and the two of them moved to the couch to finish their conversation, now just talking about their plans for the next few days before school started back up. They had been talking for about 45 minutes when there was a knock on the door. Mark looked down at his watch and saw that it was exactly 1:30.
Damn, he really does have everything planned out right to the minute, doesn't he? Mark thought. This part of Kurt's plan he had been let in on. The lunch, though, was a surprise to him. Mark got up and answered the door, letting the lady in and offering to carry in the large bag she was carrying.
"Blaine," he said once the front door was shut and they were in the living room, "Kurt has hired the very lovely Corinna to give you a massage and some spa treatments."
Blaine looked at his roommate and the woman, Corinna, in shock. It's too much, he thought.
Mark could see the beginnings of Blaine's anxiety starting and set the bag he was carrying down before going over to his roommate and kneeling down in front of him.
"Blaine," Mark said in a calming tone, "he wanted you to be able to relax before tonight. This part I did know about, and he told me that you've been working so hard, he just wanted you to be able to relax for a little bit. Please take some deep breaths and find your center."
Mark's words broke through the constant "It's too much" that kept repeating in Blaine's mind, and he was able to breathe, find his center, and calm down. A minute later, Blaine was calm and looked up at Mark, so confused and not able to understand why.
"Maybe the massage will help," Mark said. "You can just let go of everything that's in your mind and just be."
Blaine nodded his head. "That sounds nice."
"Where would you be more comfortable?" Mark asked him. "In your room or out here?"
"Um," Blaine said, "I think maybe in my room. Is that even okay?"
"Corinna, would it be alright to set your table up in his bedroom?" Mark asked. He honestly had no idea how these types of things usually worked.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "I can set up wherever it is most comfortable for Blaine."
"Okay," Mark said and then turned back to Blaine. "I'm going to go help her set her table up, okay? I want you to finish your water, and then, she should be ready for you."
"Yes, Mark," Blaine said.
Mark kissed his forehead and then showed Corinna to Blaine's room.
"Your boyfriend is very lucky to have you," Corinna said to Mark when they entered Blaine's bedroom.
"He's not my boyfriend," Mark replied.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," she sputtered. "I just-"
"Don't apologize," Mark chuckled. "He's my best friend and roommate."
"I just assumed with the calming and the kiss," Corinna tried to explain. "I'm sorry for assuming."
"Again, no apologies," Mark replied and started to move things out of the way so Corinna could set her table up. "His boyfriend is amazing and can calm him down so much better than I can."
"Well, I'll do my best to not cause any more anxiety for him," she said and got her oils out, as well as the supplies she would need for his manicure and facial.
When she was all set up, Mark went and got Blaine, happy to see he'd finished his water. His eyes were closed, and he appeared to be calm.
"Blaine," he said gently. "Corinna's ready for you."
Blaine opened his eyes and looked to be a little dazed. "Okay," he said.
"Are you okay?" Mark asked.
"Mm-hmm," Blaine replied. "I just got a little floaty from my meditating."
"Someday, I'll have to have you tell me about what your therapist taught you," Mark said with a smile. "I'd love to feel as relaxed as you look right now."
"Deal," he said and then walked back to his bedroom.
"Have you ever had a massage before?" Corinna asked him when he entered the room.
"No," Blaine replied.
"Well, your roommate told me that he had you drink a couple of glasses of water which is a good start," Corinna told him. "Here in a moment, I'm going to step out of the room and let you get undressed."
"Um, how undressed?" Blaine asked, anxiety starting to rise again.
"However undressed you want to be," Corinna answered. "Some people feel comfortable completely nude; others prefer to keep their underwear on. This is to help you relax, Blaine, so please be in whatever clothes you want to be in. I'll adapt."
"Thank you, Corinna," Blaine said. "Once I get undressed, what do I do then?"
"You can just lay down on the bed, face down," she said, pointing to her masseur table, "and under the sheet. I'll give you adequate time and knock before I come back in. Would you like the door shut when I come back in or cracked open?"
"Um, can we leave it cracked open?" Blaine asked.
"Yes, we can," Corinna said. "I'll give you some time and then be back in a little bit."
Blaine took off his clothes, leaving his boxer briefs on, and then got under the sheet, closing his eyes and trying to get his mind back to the calm state it was in when he was in the living room. He heard the soft knock on the door and signaled to Corinna that he was ready.
For the next hour, Blaine floated. He was so calm and relaxed, no longer thinking about the lavish gifts, school, or anything but the sensations Corinna was helping him to feel. Once the massage was finished, Corinna whispered to Blaine to stay on his back, eyes closed, while she did his facial and then gave him a manicure.
"Blaine," Corinna said, a little louder than a whisper, "I'm going to go out to the living room. Come out whenever you are ready."
Blaine heard the door click shut, and he very slowly came back to reality. He took a deep breath, allowing the calm to continue permeating his entire being. Once he was finally all the way back, he slowly got dressed and then went out into the living room.
"Thank you, Corinna," he said when he saw her. "I haven't felt this good in a really long time."
"You're very welcome, Blaine," she said. "I'll go get my things and be on my way."
"Do you need any help?" Mark asked.
"No, I can get it on my own," Corinna replied. "Thank you, though, for the offer."
"Blaine," Mark said, "I have some water for you."
Blaine sat down and drank the water, not seeing or hearing Corinna leave but continuing to calm his mind and body. When the water was drunk, Blaine opened his eyes and saw Mark sitting beside him.
"Feel better?" Mark said with a smile.
"I do," Blaine said. "The only thing that can make me feel this good, usually, is a really good scene."
Mark chuckled, "Good to know for my future sub."
"I think I'd like to go take a nap," Blaine said.
"Go," Mark replied. "I'll make sure you're up in time to get ready for the party."
"Thank you," Blaine said and then got up and went to his room. He crawled into his bed and fell right asleep.
When he woke up, it was because Mark was shaking him slightly.
"Time to get up, B," Mark said.
"Thanks, Mark," Blaine said sleepily. "What time is it?"
"It's 5:30," Mark said.
"Okay," he said. "I think I'm going to go get in the shower and then get ready."
Blaine showered and then got dressed in the beautiful suit Kurt had sent to him. He was right; it fit him perfectly. Blaine fixed his hair, leaving it curly but tamed. When he stepped out into the living room, he blushed as Mark wolf-whistled at him.
"Looking good, B," Mark said, circling around him and appraising him from all angles. "If you weren't very much taken and like a brother to me, I'd take you to my room and tie you to my bed, never letting you leave again."
"That good, huh?" he asked, blush darkening on his cheeks.
"Yes, that good," Mark replied. "Something came for you while you were asleep."
Mark gave Blaine the box and watched as he opened it. Inside was a set of cufflinks. They were in a knot pattern with blue crystals inside the knots.
"They're gorgeous," Blaine said. "Could you help me put them on?"
Mark helped him, surprised and happy that Blaine's anxiety wasn't rising at the new gift.
"They look great on you, too," Mark said.
Just as Mark finished putting the second cufflink on, there was a knock at the door. Blaine looked to see what time it was. It was exactly 7:00. He walked over to the door and opened it, smiling as he saw Kurt in a suit that complimented his.
"You look amazing, Blaine," Kurt said.
"So do you," Blaine said.
"Shall we go?" Kurt asked. "They're serving supper at 7:30, and I don't want to be late. I'm starving."
"Let me get my coat, and then, we can go," Blaine said, reaching into the coat closet and getting his nice pea coat out. He was glad that he had a coat to wear for nice occasions. Kurt helped him on with it, and then, they said goodbye to Mark, walking to the limo Kurt had arrived in hand in hand.
"Thank you for all of the gifts, Kurt," Blaine said once they were inside and on their way. "You really shouldn't have."
"You're welcome, Blaine," Kurt said. "I love spoiling you, so it really wasn't a big deal. I actually have one more gift for you."
Kurt pulled out a box and handed it to Blaine.
As Blaine took the box in his hand, he saw a single word on the top of the box that made his breath catch in his chest: Rolex.
"Kurt," Blaine breathed.
"Open it," Kurt commanded gently with a smile on his face.
Blaine did as he was told and opened the box. Inside, he saw a silver watch with a rose gold strip down the center of the band, a white face, and a blue bezel around it. It was quite possibly the most beautiful watch Blaine had ever seen.
"May I?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded, unable to speak. It was as if something had a hold of his tongue, and he couldn't say anything. That, along with the niggling feeling in the back of his head, had rendered him speechless.
Kurt placed the watch on his wrist and kissed the middle of his palm once it was fastened.
"It looks great on you," he said softly.
"Thank you," Blaine whispered. "Kurt…"
"It's not too much, okay?" Kurt said, already knowing what Blaine was going to say. "I saw it and knew how perfectly it would look on you. I want you to have it, Blaine, please."
He knows I'm a designer, right? And, most of the things I get are gifts from other designers. Companies wanting to partner with me on this project or that. Gifts to wear to events to show off and promote them. All I'm doing is gifting him the things I've been gifted, Kurt thought. I'll tell him all of this later tonight when we get to my apartment.
"Okay, aking Hari," he said, slipping into his submissive headspace, the smile on Kurt's face reinforcing that he had made the right decision.
The two talked about random things for the remainder of the ride. It only took about 10 more minutes before they arrived at the party.
"Ready to go in?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, Kurt," Blaine replied.
They went into the party hand in hand. Kurt introduced Blaine to several of his friends, Blaine charming each and every one of them. After the meal, which was delicious, the party really started. A band was hired for the evening, playing all kinds of music.
While Kurt was dancing with one of his friends, Blaine stood off to the side, simply taking in the room.
"Did you see his new little toy?" a man said from off to his left.
"I did," a woman replied. "Did you see the watch? Sometimes, I wish I were gay so that I'd get him to buy me things like that."
"You'd have to grow a dick, you know?" the man said with a laugh. "I'd suck Hummel's dick if he bought me a $25,000 watch, too."
Just then, Blaine had a flashback.
"Derek," Liezel said. "Not again. No, you can't keep buying my forgiveness."
"But darling, it's the watch you've been eyeing for so long," Derek said. "And, I'm so sorry. This is my promise that it won't happen again."
"That's what you said last time," Liezel said. She had caught her husband cheating. Again. Every time it happened, he bought her something nice, the boys, too, and promised it wouldn't happen again.
That's it, Blaine thought. That's what's been bothering me. He's buying my affections. No! No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening.
"Blaine," Kurt said, placing his hand on Blaine's shoulder, startling the other man out of his head.
"Kurt, I can't accept your gifts," he blurted.
"Yes, you can, Blaine," Kurt replied and led them out into the hallway, away from prying ears.
"No, Kurt, I can't," Blaine insisted, going where he was being led.
"Blaine, it's really not that big of a deal," Kurt said.
"It is a big deal, Kurt," Blaine said. "That's what I've been trying to tell you. My dad used to do this all of the time. He'd fuck up and then buy us stuff, things we'd never buy for ourselves, because he was 'sorry' for cheating on my mom again."
"Blaine. I… I don't know what to say. I'm sorry he did that to you guys. I'm not like that; I've never cheated on you," Kurt started. "I… I lo-"
"Pula," Blaine said, cutting Kurt off. He couldn't listen to what Kurt was saying to him... what he was starting to say.
Kurt's breath caught in his chest, and his eyes began to water. "Okay, Blaine," he whispered. "What do you need right now?"
"I need to go home," he said, making sure to keep eye contact with Kurt.
Kurt nodded and took Blaine's hand, leading him to the coat check to get their things. He didn't say goodbye to anyone or say another word besides telling the driver to take them back to Blaine's apartment.
When they got back to his apartment, Kurt walked Blaine to the door, still never letting go of his hand.
"Um," Kurt croaked out. He cleared his throat, hoping that he wouldn't sound so weak when he tried to talk again. "Will you, um, will you call me when you're ready to talk?"
Blaine nodded, indicating that he would and then went into his apartment, leaning against the door once it was closed, desperately trying to sort out everything that was running around in his mind.
Kurt went back to the car and then home. He was mostly in shock and didn't break down until he got undressed for his shower. There, right over his heart, were the words 'Blaine Anderson.'
"What have I done?" Kurt whispered and then sobbed as his knees hit the tile floor.
