AN: Sorry this took so long guys. Just, my girlfriend's family just decided that I'm the cause of her 'homosexual tendencies' and that she has to spend the entire summer back at her grandparents' house in Michigan far, far away from me and the rest of our little gang. On top of all of that, which is depressing enough, my father, who I have not seen since I was a seven year old child, decided to tell me he wished he knew me. He was never not aware of my phone number or adress; He was just too lazy to bother with me.
Anyway, that wasn't really important to any of you; I just hate not explaining myself. That's why my author's notes are always ridiculous.
Note: This is super-short. I haven't finished writing the actual sex, and while that probably won't be very long either, I wanted to see what you thought of how Blaine handles the situation. BUT I PROMISE I'LL WRITE IT. Soonish even.
The drive home was silent. Blaine stroked Kurt's thigh lightly, in a way that was really more comforting then erotic.
As soon as Blaine had closed the door to his house, Kurt dropped to his knees, holding his collar unceartainly. Blaine smiled, and reached down to gently pry the collar from his hands. Kurt's expression immediately changed from one of unceartainty to one of panic. Blaine smiled softly.
"Relax, angel," he mumbled. "I just wanted to put it on myself for once." He gently unbuttoned the first few buttons on Kurt's shirt so that he could bear the other boy's neck, and made sure the collar was fastened securely. He smiled, and trailed his hand up from his collar to his boy's cheek. He chuckled softly as his Kurt nuzzled slightly in to the touch. "That's my boy."
Kurt smiled, and Blaine kissed his forhead softly before straightening himself up.
"Stay put, angel," he ordered, his voice firm, yet loving.
"Yes, Master," Kurt agreed submissively, looking down. Blaine noticed the slight tremor run through his boy's body, and his gaze softened. Kurt craved contact, but he didn't trust many to give it to him. He used to flinch whenever Blaine would rest his hand on his shoulder, back when they first met. After they started dating, and then later started this, Kurt became much more affectionate over time. He probably just wanted to be touched, in any way, but he really needed to wait. There was, however, no need to stress him out after the confrontation with Rachel.
"I won't be but a minute, sweetheart. I'm just going to get you something to eat."
Kurt visibly relaxed.
"Yes Master."
After a few minutes of rustling around in the kitchen, Blaine returned to the front room, and went to casually sit on the couch. He placed a sandwich and crackers (those weird veggie-enhanced things Kurt likes) on the coffe table, before finally calling out to his boyfriend.
"Come here, Kurt."
Kurt did as he was told, crawling over quickly and placing himself at Blaine's feet. Blaine smiled down at him, stroking his hair and pressing his face down lightly to rest on his knee.
"I want you to eat something, and no arguing, because you haven't eaten anything all day. That's not safe you know, especially considering how tiny you are. Then we'll talk."
Kurt bit his lip, more then likely to stop himself from protesting.
"Yes, Master."
"That's my good boy," Blaine said proudly. "Get off your knees until you've finished. The hardwood can't be good for them for too long."
Kurt obeyed immediately, earning him a gentle peck to his temple. Blaine grabbed a magazine and pretended to look at it while Kurt ate. A few minutes later Kurt turned to look at him shyly, and Blaine looked up over the magazine with a raised eyebrow.
"Done?"
"Yes, Master."
Blaine smiled.
"Alright then. Go put your plate in the sink."
"Yes, Master." Kurt picked up the plate, before looking towards the kitchen unceartainly. "Um, Master..."
Blaine chuckled darkly.
"You can walk, angel."
Kurt blushed, before getting up and hurrying to follow instructions. When he returned, he sat on his knees in front of Blaine. Blaine tipped his chin up so that they were face-to-face.
"I love you," Blaine stressed, looking in to his eyes. "I love you, and I love the way you give yourself up to me every day. It's hard for you to give up control, baby, I know. It's brave of you, and there's nothing weak about it. This," he gestured to the two of them, "is not a way for me to manipulate you. It's because it makes us feel good to be like this. I like taking care of you as much as I can, and I know you like having someone take care of you. I just, please don't let Rachel get to you. She has no idea what she's talking about."
Kurt sighed, relaxing on his knees.
"I'm not...I know there's nothing wrong with, with us. I'm just worried about her telling everyone. I mean, she's not the best secret-keeper." He finished his sentence quietly, his voice shaking. "I don't, I don't want everyone to know about us. Not because I'm ashamed...well, maybe a little because I'm ashamed, but mostly because they won't understand." He suddenly looked up, his eyes glistening with tears. "What if Finn tells my dad, and he won't let me see you anymore? Then what, Blaine? I can't, I can't just not have this anymore. I need this, I'll go insane without...Blaine I'll die."
Blaine sighed, gently pushing Kurt's head back to its place on his knee and stroking his hair. Kurt was a drama king through-and-through, but he did have a perfectly reasonable fear behind it.
"Kurt, I promise you, I'm not going to let that happen. Nobody is going to come between us, understand?"
Kurt sniffled against his leg.
"But how are you-"
"Shh," Blaine cut him off gently. "Hush. It's my job to protect you, right?"
Kurt nodded.
"Then trust me. I'll take care of it." He leaned down to press a kiss to Kurt's forhead, smiling when Kurt sighed contently in response. After a moment, Blaine removed his hand from Kurt's hair, and Kurt looked up at him expectantly. Blaine frowned lightly. "Are you up for anything sexual today?" He normally wouldn't ask, but today probably called for him to be extra careful. Kurt blushed lightly.
"I am, Master."
Blaine smirked.
"Good. Go wait for me on the bed, alright? Same position as usual. No clothes."
"Yes, Master."
Blaine smiled, returning his attention to his magazine, only glancing up to admire Kurt's ass once as the other boy crawled out of sight. (Self-control is something he prides himself on.) He waited a full five minutes before heading to his room as well.