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Kurt found himself at a loose end at the end of his first school day.
Blaine had Warbler practise and Jeff had retired to his dorm room to relax in solitude after spending most of the day dancing on the edge of his already frayed nerves.
Kurt knew that if they had known he was going to be alone neither would have left him but Blaine was under the impression that Kurt would be with Jeff until he finished in about an hour and a half- had actually checked multiple times and at the time Kurt assumed this was the truth so hadn't lied technically- and Jeff didn't realise Kurt was staying behind. It would have been a simple thing to let his best friend know otherwise but Kurt could always tell when Jeff just needed to be by himself and sitting next to him through History and seeing him getting more and more agitated and uncomfortable Kurt knew it was one of those times.
The first day at Dalton, the stares and the whispers of other students, although mostly just curious instead of mean, got the best of the blonde sub and as the day went on he became more and more agitated and jumpy. So Kurt let him go without a word after their last class and then found himself wandering around Dalton pretty aimlessly.
He ended up migrating towards the library Blaine had shown him and Jeff on their tour and walked inside the huge room, still in slight awe at how grand it seemed compared to the dingy one back in McKinley. There were a few students dotted here and there studying and so Kurt tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as he slipped inside and in between a few rows heading for a quiet, hopefully abandoned, corner.
He found one eventually by the foreign languages section and, curiosity piqued, he perused the titles until he found the section he wanted. French. The amount of books was beyond impressive and Kurt's eyes ate them up realising just how much more he could learn from here with proper materials at his fingertips.
He loved the sound of the romantic language, loved how the syllables rolled off his tongue and vibrated against his lips and when he had realized he would be able to take it at McKinley and learn it properly he was over the moon. But like all the things in Lima it all came to an end when their teacher got a better offer someplace else and bolted the first available moment, leaving him craving the knowledge he couldn't absorb on his own.
Grabbing more than a few textbooks he hauled them to a desk right in the corner with a good view of the room and sat down to eagerly flip through, pulling out a pen and paper to jot down little notes now and then. Honestly he was looking forwards to learning with a proper teacher but he didn't want to be so far behind everyone else like he was in most every other subject he'd attended today. He knew he wasn't stupid, that he had the capacity to learn fast, but the work was already piling up after one day and it was a little daunting, so getting a jump on closing the gap in a subject he really enjoyed seemed like a good place to start.
He was so engrossed in this that he didn't see the figure approaching and looming over him, in fact, didn't see them at all until they cleared their throat.
Kurt snapped his head up, heart jumping, eyes going wide when he saw what could only be described as a huge Dom in front of him. It wasn't the height really that made him intimidating; it was the bulk of this stranger showing through the white oxford shirt, blazer off and carelessly slung over his arm. He screamed muscle and strength without the aid of the Dominant pheromones and Kurt's submissiveness acted accordingly, suggesting he avert his eyes or lower his head. Swallowing bravely, ignoring his instincts yet again, Kurt chanced a swift glance at the Doms face and instead of derision or any number of negative emotions he was expecting, he saw an open friendliness that softened the Doms face and deep brown eyes.
He frowned lightly. There was something familiar about the kind smile and the warmth of those pools of chocolate brown but he couldn't place it anywhere.
"Hi," the stranger greeted easily.
Kurt glanced around them and saw they were quite alone which made him nervous especially when he didn't know this Dom's intentions. "Hello…" he let it trail.
Was he supposed to say 'sir'? Was he supposed to be lowering his eyes? Being around Doms like Blaine, Nick, Dana and his dad skewed the lines for him which Dalton further blurred. At home when he was growing up with his mom and then when Carol came along it was always different because his dad made it so and he accepted the changes that had to be made very grudgingly when he went to school because outside of their house the rules were different. But then he met Blaine and despite his initial misgivings he was allowed to use the title 'sir' on his terms, was allowed to speak his mind and stare his Dom straight in the eyes while doing so. He expected Dalton to be like McKinley with another line drawn between what was acceptable in private and public. However, no one in the corridors used such titles; the Doms hadn't been ordering the subs around in the shared classes that were still a novelty to Kurt, where as back at McKinley all those things and worse were commonplace.
"Mind if I sit?"
That snapped him out of his own head and he realised he hadn't been reprimanded for a slip so Kurt assumed it was okay to leave the formal address for now as his attention was caught by the odd question. This Dom wanted to sit with him? He glanced towards all the empty tables he could immediately see, unconsciously wondering if it had gotten unbelievably busy while he was reading and the look wasn't missed as the Dom chuckled. He didn't know if that pleasant sound made him uneasy or not because it was just disarming enough to have him lowering his defences enough to even talk to the unknown Dom instead of bolting for the door.
"I know you probably think this is strange me just coming up to you but I do have a good reason, I promise," the stranger smiled.
Kurt arched a brow, kind of doubting that, but not comfortable enough to say it out loud.
The stranger followed the motion with his eyes and smiled as if reading his mind through his body language. "Yep, it's definitely you."
Okay. Frowning now. "You know me?" he asked slowly. Warily.
"You went to McKinley right?"
The sub fought not to shrink down, squaring himself for another assault on his character if it would come. He was ready now after that incident with Brad this morning. "Yes."
His tone was almost defiant, but not quite.
The Dom pulled out the chair and sat down gracelessly. "So did I."
Not what he was expecting, but he supposed that could be the only possible explanation of why he seemed so familiar to him.
Kurt gaped stupidly for a moment trying to place his face to a particular scene or a moment at McKinley, frowning as he did so, but the Dom just smiled and breezed passed the topic like it was nothing, attention diverting to the textbooks Kurt was reading, leaving the younger boy confused and shocked but still grateful for the change of subject since he didn't want to insult the Dom by saying that even though he did seem familiar he had no idea who he was.
"French, huh?"the Dom smiled kindly.
"Um…" he shook his head to clear it and looked down. "Oh, yeah… I like it I suppose," he murmured distractedly still stuck on the fact that this Dom in front of him had come from the same hell hole he and Jeff had.
The man pulled a face, turning a book to face him and flicked nonchalantly through the glossy pages. "I hate it. Barely passed it when I was in high school but then again, I didn't like most subjects," he grinned. "Football was always my thing."
Now that was the least surprising thing the man had said and so Kurt latched onto it for sanity's sake before he started blurting a million inappropriate questions at him about just how he came to be here.
"You're on the team then?"
"Captain of the team," came the immediate smug reply and Kurt's response rolled quick off his tongue before he could think about it. Something about knowing this man had the potential to understand what it was like somewhat to feel misplaced and different here eased him in a way no ice breaker could have.
"Leadership has made you modest I see."
He laughed. "No room for modesty in college football… plus my sub probably wouldn't speak to me if I didn't make captain."
Kurt cocked his head in confusion.
The Dom rolled his eyes in what could only be called a fond way. "He's really competitive."
"So you're saying that if he didn't want you to be, you wouldn't be captain?"
The Dom smirked. "Oh no, I'd still be captain but there's an added incentive there to make the position."
Kurt knew just from this small conversation that this Dom saw things much like Blaine and it made something in him relax even further into the company. "Avoiding the silent treatment."
"Among other things."
Kurt rolled his eyes trying to fight off his betraying innocent blush at the obvious innuendo before they snagged on the clock on the wall. He had five minutes before he had to meet Blaine outside the choir room. He hurriedly stood and gathered up the books he'd borrowed, shoving his notes into his bag.
The man held out his hands. "Woah, where's the fire?"
"Sorry, I have to meet my Blaine… uhh I mean my Dom, Blaine," he blushed at his stumble over his words.
"Blaine Anderson, right?"
It didn't sound derisive, actually it was mainly rhetoric, but Kurt answered anyway. "Yeah."
The Dom smiled saying nothing further and rose to help him, easily toting the books back so Kurt could place them on the shelves. When they were done the stranger saw him out to the door and it wasn't half as awkward as Kurt was expecting it to be. There didn't seem to be any hidden motivations underneath this encounter other than a friendly chat and so Kurt felt warmed that he could potentially have made an ally at the very least in this Dom.
"It was nice meeting you finally, Kurt."
"You too," Kurt replied with a touch of a smile, shouldering his bag as he checked the time which sent him turning on his heel and hurrying off.
It was halfway to Blaine's classroom that he realised the Dom knew his name and he'd not gotten one back.
Blaine was hurrying on his way towards the dorms to pick up his sub, anxious to see Kurt after a day of hardly seeing him at all. He didn't actually realise what a toll it would take on him. Of course he knew from his classes to expect to feel overprotective and possessive in the beginnings of the bond but it was one thing to be told and another completely to experience it firsthand.
Right now he just wanted to take Kurt in his arms and snuggle him for the rest of the day. Lave kisses over him. Share heat and intimate whispers. There was a soft buzz right underneath his skin that was never there when Kurt was around and it only intensified as the time went by and now, after a full school day of not seeing him for more than half an hour it was like an electric current administered directly into his very bones.
He walked faster still, taking the stairs two at a time and faltering only when he heard his name called by an oh so familiar voice. Looking over his shoulder his eyes widened seeing his sub at the bottom of the staircase, framed beautifully by the soft light filtering in from the huge window next to him. "Kurt? Why aren't you at Jeff's dorm?"
His sub shifted on his feet and played at the cuffs of his blazer not meeting Blaine's eyes as he descended quicker than he went up if that was possible.
For the first time that day it actually occurred to Kurt that not telling Blaine about the fact that he had spent his free period alone could be a bad idea.
"I wasn't with, Jeff," he admitted quietly, eyes downcast and fingers wrapped around each other in an anxious knot.
Blaine frowned and stopped in front of Kurt, unable to stop himself from reaching out for his waist to pull him closer, fingers digging into his sides possessively. He fought not to jump to any conclusions and decided to hear Kurt out. "And why was that?"
Kurt chanced a glance up, guilt swirling in his glasz eyes at the sound of guarded dominance just waiting to burst through. "He was just so tired! He needed some space so I didn't ask him if I could stay with him," he hurriedly explained.
So Kurt had been where? And all alone? It didn't sit well with Blaine at all.
He sighed trying to control his reactions so he wouldn't scare Kurt but reprimanded firmly, "Kurt, you can't just wander off without me knowing where you are, something could have happened to you and I wouldn't have known where to look."
He had to know that this wasn't okay. What if another Dom had approached him? Yes Dalton was progressive and safer than most anywhere else, but there could be exceptions to the rule. He immediately thought of Kevin Landon and it made things ten times worse as the uneasiness rose to almost choke him.
"I was just in the library," Kurt admitted, forehead creasing and tears springing guiltily as the realization that what he did was wrong dawned on him.
"But I didn't know that did I?" he said, a gentle rush of dominance seeping through and wrapping around the trembling sub in his arms.
That seemed to strike a chord and the guilt got heavier in Kurt's eyes and while Blaine hated seeing it there he knew that it had to be done because Kurt needed to understand. "I'm sorry, sir."
Blaine couldn't help but melt a little at the return of the address, the Dom in him calming at the use of the title. Rationally he knew that getting angry at something like this was uncalled for because they had no rules set out and there was no way for Kurt to know how to behave and what to do in a situation like the one that just happened.
He pulled Kurt properly into his arms, wrapping them snugly around his waist, his subs own slipping around his shoulders. Blaine laid a gentle kiss to Kurt's smooth forehead. "We really need to draw up that contract, lovely," he spoke into the skin.
"I am sorry, Blaine," Kurt apologised sincerely, worrying at the Doms blazer at the shoulders with nervous fingers. "It was only in our last period that I saw Jeff wasn't up for company and I didn't want to interrupt your club to tell you. I tried to meet you outside the choir room but I got distracted and was a little late, everyone was gone by the time I got there."
The thought that now would probably be a good time to invest in getting a cell phone for his sub was strong; this situation could have been avoided if he'd had the foresight to before. "We'll sit down and go through things so we both know what's expected of us, sooner rather than later," he asserted firmly pulling back to meet his subs gaze and Kurt nodded his assent a little hesitantly. Blaine stroked over his cheek before cupping it. "Don't worry, lovely, it'll help I promise."
"Okay," Kurt murmured and Blaine's heart leapt when he turned his face further into his palm.
"How about we get home? It's been a long day," he suggested, his desire to snuggle up from earlier rearing its head again.
Kurt agreed and pretty soon they were in Blaine's car and driving home.
Blaine's parents were still at work until around six so they had the house to themselves for a couple of hours when they arrived and the Dom wanted to take advantage of them. Both changing out of their uniforms and redressing in more comfortable attire they ended up in the smaller family room they all favoured under a blanket with the TV on, Kurt cuddled into Blaine's side where they lay the length of the couch, the sub's warm weight a soothing presence for the seething dominance cursing through his blood stream.
"So how was your first day?" Blaine asked against Kurt's hair after a few moments of just soaking and breathing him in.
Kurt hummed a little lazily, stretching catlike before curling up again shifting downwards, head pillowed on Blaine's chest directly over his heart, fingers languidly clutching Blaine's cotton tee over his navel. The Dom fought the hot jolt that rushed through him from just that innocent touch. "It was fine."
Blaine looked down at his sub, cocking his head against the rest for a better view of Kurt's beautiful face to judge for himself. "Just fine?"
"I liked Mrs Carlson, she was nice," came the soft reply.
Blaine smiled raising a hand to run gently through Kurt's hair careful not to accidently brush over his mark. "Yeah, she's a sweetheart really."
Kurt arched into the touch and Blaine couldn't stop the goofy grin spreading across his face at just how much more relaxed Kurt seemed now. He didn't shy away from these little touches or the contact between them that Blaine craved like a drug.
"So you went to the library, huh?" Blaine asked after another few minutes passed, only the sound of synched breathing and Project Catwalk re-runs playing.
That seemed to animate Kurt again and he propped his chin on Blaine's chest and looked up at him, blue eyes sparking with life. "They have so many books in there, Blaine!"
Blaine smiled back, the excitement infectious. "That's generally the idea of a library, lovely."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Would you like to take a trip to the McKinley library?"
Blaine cringed and petted Kurt's hair in apology. "You win, baby. What did you end up looking at then?"
"French."
Blaine grinned. "Yeah? You know you're taking it as a class right?"
"Yeah but I wanted to catch up as much as I can before then. There's such a gap in all of my classes I just wanted one where I didn't have to worry about understanding or putting the teachers out," Kurt explained a little frustrated and Blaine hummed understandingly.
"You'll be where everyone else is in no time, lovely. And as for the teachers, they're there to help you, as long as you try your best no one's going to be upset with you," Blaine reassured and Kurt blushed a little and buried his face into Blaine's chest mumbling an, "Okay."
Blaine chuckled. "So French made you forget all about me?" he teased with a pout that Kurt saw when he raised his head again.
"Oh, no. Actually I met someone today! He was really nice and we just got talking and I lost track of time," Kurt explained shifting his legs around happily missing the tight pull of Blaine's lips and the gentle tension of his fingers on his free hand clenching into the cushion of the sofa under them.
Blaine felt a strange stab of jealousy that made his chest suddenly tight as it tried to make itself known and pushed it down. Kurt could make friends for God's sake! "Another sub?"
"No he was a Dom and he used to go to McKinley too! Apparently he recognised me, though I didn't recognise him," he shrugged still oblivious to the turmoil in Blaine's eyes.
Okay. Breathe, Blaine.
The idea that another Dominant approached his Kurt? That hot, possessive feeling spiked and flared as it was fed, impossible to push aside or ignore now.
"And he just approached you?"
Something in his tone must have tipped Kurt of that he wasn't happy and Kurt's blue eyes searched his face cautiously. "Yeah he mentioned McKinley and then we were just talking about French and football because he's on the team and then his sub…" he paused, expression guarded and careful again. "Are you okay, sir? Was I not supposed to talk to him?"
Blaine sighed out the tension trying to eat at him. He didn't want Kurt to feel like he was on a leash. That he couldn't talk to people or make his own friends, but this feeling. Blaine couldn't really help the way his instincts screamed at him that Kurt was his and no one else's.
But Kurt had mentioned a sub. The Dom had a sub already so he wasn't trying to steal Kurt right? Wasn't using McKinely as a convenient excuse for getting himself closer to Kurt so he could potentially steal him away. He shook his head against the thoughts.
"I'm sorry I just… I just want you to be careful when you're talking to Doms when I'm not there, lovely okay? But I'm glad you met someone you liked," he said feeling better because his words came out sincere and calm even if everything inside him felt on fire.
Kurt studied him for a few moments more before nodding, bottom lip trembling and eyes shifting nervously. "I will. Are you sure it's okay?"
Blaine crumbled at the face of his sub so small again in his company and he forced all the negative feelings out of his body and smiled at the blue eyed beauty gently.
"Yes. As long as you're safe you can make friends with whomever you like," and this time it came out a little bit more convincing because the subs body relaxed a tiny bit, leaning a head on his shoulder and snuggling closer.
"How was Warbler practise?" he asked softly and Blaine felt his heart jump with love as he held him.
Blaine let himself get absorbed with telling Kurt all about the club and pushed that jealousy into a little box hopefully to be forgotten, but he could feel the tension still hovering beneath Kurt's skin and the newly found comfortableness between them seemed somehow stretched, forced and it wasn't long before their conversation lulled and came to a stop, wrapping them both into silence until Kurt snuggled in closer and dozed off, the excitement of the day getting the best of him.
Blaine was warm and comforting beside him and despite the awkward tint in their behaviour he still felt better when he was around. He cuddled closer and felt his eyes drop, allowing himself to succumb to sleep as he felt Blaine tracing his fingers through his hair until he lost touch with reality.
The next thing he felt was a chill making his skin shiver and a breath of cold air touching his neck where the crook of Blaine's arm warmed him seemingly seconds ago.
Blinking against the haze in his eyes he sat up carefully, looking around to find the TV still playing gently in the background, the tone muted and making the characters look foolish as they gesticulated wildly with no sound coming out.
He stood up and frowned when a blanket thrown over his feet slipped to the floor and crumbled beside him as he glanced left and right trying to find Blaine. He wasn't in the room with him and his spot on the sofa was cold and smooth like he was never even there in the first place.
That disturbed him more than he thought it ever could have.
"Blaine?" he called out gently and moved to walk towards the kitchen; the tiles cold and suddenly uncomfortable under his bare feet. This was far too much like his first days here where everything seemed out of place and harshly foreign to him but as the days had gone by Kurt had forgotten slightly that he was surrounded by such unfamiliar luxury. It was the people here that made the house small and comfortable for him; Dana with her warped, wicked sense of humour, Jared with his soft compassion and understanding, Blaine with his loving care and attention. But none of them were here right now to fill up the gaps, to smooth out the jagged edges and Kurt was suddenly panicking on the inside.
He peeked into the kitchen and found it creepily empty and quiet, his blood now pounding in his ears and his heart beating loudly.
Where was his Dom? Why would he just leave without saying something or calling him to come along? Why didn't he at least wake him up to warn him that he would be away?
…Was he coming back?
The last thought made Kurt shiver in fear as he bolted up the stairs and threw the bedroom door open calling out Blaine's name and running from one room to the other looking for him frantically, the chill in his blood making him tremble.
Their last conversation rushed through his head and he froze, hand on the doorknob to yet another guest bedroom, picturing Blaine walking out of the house and going to find a sub who didn't mess up every other minute by not saying where he went or by hanging out with other Doms.
He wouldn't be thinking it if he was in the right state of mind but the thing was his rational mind was falling back fast and the panicked, submissive in him was taking complete control of his thoughts and senses, skewing his perception and heightening every abandoned emotion he felt until it was almost unbearable.
He whimpered in his throat involuntarily, fighting to draw in air as his thoughts spun and crashed like an angry storm inside his head.
Blaine must have thought he had allowed the other boy to dominate him and was now angry with him. He was probably somewhere with a sub who knew how to please him and how to make him happy by being obedient and well trained.
Tears streaming down his face, he let go of the metal between his white knuckled fingers and slid down the door to sit on the ground, back against the wall as he buried his face in his knees and hugged his legs tight to his body with shaking arms.
Was he calling the other sub Lovely as well? Did he let him call him 'sir' and wrap him in his arms as he did him? Did he kiss him slowly and carefully or did he enjoy the fact that the other boy was, most likely, more experienced than he was?
His own head had quickly turned into the worst place in the world for him but he couldn't find a way out of the dark maze made up of his tumultuous thoughts.
Through the haze he felt hands on his shoulders shaking him gently and whispered, rushed voices swirling around him but he couldn't come back, he couldn't break free of his thoughts of Blaine's hands on someone else and Blaine's voice commanding someone else after casting him aside to be forgotten.
There was a moment when his body felt weightless and he realized he was being carried, the gentle bustle of movement making a crack in the bubble he trapped himself in.
"What happened?" someone asked in concern and to his tired mind it sounded like his Dom was back, holding him but he knew that wasn't real because he wasn't a good sub and he had made a mistake and Blaine left him alone.
It broke down like that to him now. Simple thoughts replayed on a tormenting loop. You weren't a good boy, Blaine doesn't want you anymore, you weren't a good boy…
"I don't know I heard someone whimpering and I thought it was the TV, but when I came out I found him like this. What's happening?" another voice asked and Kurt managed to peek through his fingers to look up and see Jared sitting next to him and another someone pacing back and forth in front of the bed he had no idea how he got on.
"I don't know. I don't know...we were fine, everything was fine before they called me to the studio. He was asleep and I had to run out for an hour tops. Dad...dad what do I do?" the someone asked desperately and this time there was no mistaking that voice as it broke through the shadowed haze surrounding the sub.
"B...Blaine?" he croaked through tears and shivers wrecking his body and the Dom jumped up at the sound of his voice, practically pushing his father off the bed and curling around him, enveloping him in his arms and rocking them back and forth.
"It's me, lovely. I'm here. What happened to you?" he whispered in between soft kisses he placed on his hair and temples as he held him tighter and despite knowing those lips kissed someone else minutes ago he couldn't help but arch into them, greedy and wanting as he pressed his face into his Dom's neck.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sir," he repeated over and over and over again as the voice in his head kept playing for him. Jared, seeing they were able to talk to each other, excused himself leaving them alone.
"Why baby? Why are you sorry? Kurt please tell me what's going on," Blaine pleaded, desperation evident in his voice as he raked his mind trying to understand what had changed so dramatically to make Kurt act the way he did.
"I m-made a mistake and made y-you leave. And you went to him because he's better t-than me and I'm s-sorry I wasn't a good boy. I'm sorry..." he cried and Blaine felt his stomach turn in disgust as he realized what Kurt was saying.
"Kurt...Kurt look at me," he demanded and broken blue eyes looked up into his own. "I got a call from the studio while you were asleep. A part of our equipment broke down and I had to sign a check to buy a new one. I didn't want to wake you up because I was sure I'd be back before you woke. You did nothing wrong and I didn't go to someone else...god lovely I would never do that to you," he said and every word felt like a soft caress on Kurt's skin, soothing him like nothing else ever could.
"You...you still want me?" he asked and Blaine turned around, lowering him onto the bed and lying next to him, pecking his lips softly as he wiped away the remnants of his tears.
"Only you. Forever," he promised and Kurt let out a forced exhale as his lungs finally expanded and allowed him to breathe as the voice in his head tapered off to be snuffed out by the soft, gold glow that was spreading warmth and comfort through his body. "I never want you to doubt that, lovely."
Kurt swallowed over his sore throat and blinked his swollen eyes trying to regain control of himself again after being sucked under so fiercely by his instincts and emotions. He clutched at Blaine's top unable to help being clingy as he urged him closer, relieved to see Blaine responded effortlessly to his nonverbal cues. Kurt surged forward, not caring about proper sub behaviour as he fastened his lips to Blaine's and wrapped his arms around his neck. Blaine kept his mouth soft and pliant for Kurt, allowing the sub to take what he needed from the contact while softly moving his mouth against his boys, subtly dominating him small ways knowing they both needed that grounding point.
"I'm sorry," Kurt murmured quietly in between kisses and shaky, hot exhales against tender mouths after he felt he'd gotten a hold of himself once more and wasn't on the verge of breaking down again. It had exhausted him in a way he'd never felt before.
Blaine shook his head, brushing their noses together lightly. "I'm sorry for leaving like that and scaring you," he said, taking up his part of the blame. He knew that subs needed constant presence and attention in the start of new bonds; he just hadn't realized how true that was until now. He felt mad at himself for doing that to Kurt, so mad he wanted to kick his own ass, but for right now he had Kurt to worry about so he held off on the self chastisement.
Pulling back Blaine laid a kiss to Kurt's forehead, running a hand through his hair shifting it off his blotchy face. His sub looked up at him through those amazing glasz eyes and lush lashes and Blaine wanted to give him the world in that single moment. Wanted to give him everything.
"Will you...will you stay here tonight? With me?" Kurt asked quiet and shy and Blaine rubbed their noses together again feeling his heart pick up speed until he was sure even Kurt could hear the loud pounding.
"If you want me to," he whispered, locking gazes and feeling the weight of how important a moment this was for them.
"I really do."
Kurt had just finished his first French class and was feeling great. Yes he was behind, he didn't expect anything less honesty, but in truth it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it might be. In fact, Kurt felt very optimistic; he loved his teacher, he didn't have Brad or anyone like him in his class as far as he could tell and he actually understood some of the material, if the speed at which he solved the problems in his workbook was anything to go by.
He felt proud of himself and he couldn't help but smile as he realized he was looking forward to telling Blaine about how well he did in class and maybe making his Dom whisper praises into his ear.
Good boy-it made him shiver when he thought of that rough, deep voice saying that to him, proud and awed and filled to the brim with emotion Kurt couldn't even begin to imagine someone would feel for him.
Yesterday had been a trying day for both Kurt and Blaine both.
The crossing of wires and misunderstandings had taken their toll in small ways and would continue to until they found a solid foundation for their bond, but Kurt had woken up today wrapped in Blaine's arms secure and safe in the knowledge that despite everything his Dom cared for him. The submissive in him still needed the reassurance obviously with the way he had reacted, it was a harsh lesson for both of them, but rationally Kurt knew that Blaine wanted him. How could he doubt it at this point? Kurt thought that, that was the main thing and the rest could come later as the Dom greeted Kurt with a sleep hazy smile and lazy kiss that filled him with butterflies and wonderment.
Smiling in delight he shouldered his bag and exited his classroom.
It was lunch now and he was hurrying on his way to meet Blaine and Jeff, who hadn't taken French and had gone for Italian instead because he was learning that at home before he had to go to McKinley, for lunch when he heard his name called.
"Kurt!"
The sub looked over his shoulder and saw a familiar hulking frame waving at him through the throng of students and smiled back involuntarily. It had been two days since he had last seen or spoke to his mysterious 'friend'- he used the term loosely just in case it turned into nothing more than a person to smile and say hello to in the hallways.
The football player strode up to him with an easy confidence and the same open friendly demeanor as yesterday, moving them to the side to be out of the way slightly. "How are you? How's school been treating you?"
"Fine and… well, the workload has kind of made me its personal slave but there's nothing I can do about that," Kurt admitted with a shrug, looking up at the much taller boy and smiling back when he saw his face.
The Dom grimaced in sympathy hitching his bag properly on his shoulder after it got knocked by a passing student. "Yeah I remember when I transferred. I thought the torture would never end!"
"But it did?" Kurt asked hopefully tapping the heels of his shoes together and swaying gently on his feet.
"Once I got someone to kick me into gear," he grinned but it was like it was a private joke Kurt wasn't in on yet when his eyes turned kind of dreamy and unfocused as if he was just reminded of something that made him happy.
Kurt was undeniably curious but he forwent asking in favour of a more pressing line of inquiry. "What's your name?"
The jock chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "My bad, should have introduced myself the first time I talked to you. I'm David Karofsky, but just call me, Dave."
Kurt frowned as that struck a resonate chord and run the name over in his mind. "Karofsky, Karofsky, Ka- oh my God I do know you!" he exclaimed, performing a tiny, excited bounce that looked impossibly cute to the older boy.
Dave grinned, eyes crinkling. "Yeah?"
Kurt laughed happily still bouncing on his toes a little. "Yeah! You were captain of the McKinley football team in my freshman year! My stepbrother Finn was on the team."
The McKinley Titans, like most of the scarce clubs that managed to stay afloat, was highly underfunded and undermanned. But they got by somehow and though Kurt didn't necessarily enjoy watching football he enjoyed the cheerful, happy energy that was infectious when standing in the crowds and cheering on someone he knew.
That was exactly where Kurt had first saw Dave Karofsky. The Dom was a junior when Kurt was a freshman and he had disappeared soon after that.
Now he knew why.
Dave thought for a moment. "Tall guy, right?"
Kurt nodded with a roll of his eyes. "Only got taller since then. He drinks Miracle Grow, I'm almost one hundred percent sure of it."
Dave whistled, impressed dark eyes twinkling with his mirth and Kurt giggled back, tilting his head curiously, "Would it be impolite to ask how you ended up here?"
His voice was careful and calculated but the Dom just smiled and shrugged.
"Nothing too exciting actually. My dad inherited some money from his late aunt and since we were used to being without he decided to risk it and invest in some business thing I literally know nothing about. The risk paid off," he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal at all but Kurt could tell it changed his life just like being with Blaine changed his.
"Well that's good to hear. I hope you're happy here," Kurt said sincerely with a soft smile and the Dom returned it kindly.
"I sure am. So you headed to meet Blaine for lunch?"
"Yeah and my best friend, Jeff. Um… do you wanna join or are you…heading somewhere or…?"
He didn't know if Blaine would like it, but he had said Kurt could talk to people and make friends, and if he met Dave for himself then he'd see how nice he was, he was sure of it.
Dave smiled. "Thanks but I'll have to say no for now, I've got a standing date with my sub, Sebastian."
Kurt's mind immediately flashed back his first day and the sub that had defended him against that hideous, Brad. It couldn't be that coincidental right? "Your Sebastian doesn't happen to be my age does he?"
"Yeah…"Dave trailed not really sure how that was relevant.
"Tall, confident, snarky…." Kurt inquired and Dave barked a laugh at the description.
"That's him in a nutshell…" Dawning lit his face and he smacked his forehead. "You're bound to classes with him, I didn't even realize!"
"English so far," the sub provided with a genuine smile. Sebastian seemed sassy and confident and more than a match for Dave's big, slightly cocky personality. "You guys really suit one another," he complimented. "Sebastian is pretty great from what I've seen so far."
Dave beamed but pointed a finger at him. "There's a story there, Hummel," he teased.
Kurt flushed and looked away briefly towards the passing students.
"I'll swap you a secret for a secret," the Dom bargained and Kurt turned back to him, head tilted in curiosity. Really, it wouldn't be shocking for Dave to hear that he'd gotten a little heat from another person for his background and surely he already knew that Sebastian was a great person who stood up for others, what with being bonded to him? Kurt couldn't actually see the harm, apart from some mild embarrassment on his part, not to tell him.
He felt like he could trust in Dave's kindness so far at least.
"The first day Jeff and I got here, a sub in our class acted like an ass to us, well…mostly me. Apparently, he thought Blaine would claim him…" Kurt started and Dave chuckled.
"Brad has a hard time accepting a no. The guy's an idiot, don't listen to him," he said guessing who it was without needing a name and Kurt nodded.
"Sebastian made sure he let him know that. He stood up for me and made him back away."
"Yeah…my Seb never misses a chance to put Brad in his place. Rightfully so if you ask me. I'm glad he was there to help," Dave said and Kurt smiled in agreement.
"Me too. Okay, now you," he chanted and the Dom rubbed the back of his neck almost shyly. It was a funny sight, watching someone so big and strong fidget nervously.
"You drive a tough bargain but I'll bite," he cleared his throat and a slight flush appeared on his cheeks. "I may or may not have nearly claimed someone back in McKinley."
Kurt's brows climbed to his hairline. "So Sebastian-"
"Sebastian will always be my everything and I'm really, really glad I waited so I could find him because he makes me so happy and I don't regret not claiming this other sub because I knew he wasn't really for me. I was just young," Dave cut in and there was love clear as a bell in his voice as he talked about Sebastian.
"Who was it? Do I know them?" Kurt asked eagerly, coming closer because he was just so drawn into what he was being told, talking about his old school and it felt like he needed to protect this secret Dave was telling him by the close proximity.
Dave smiled sheepishly. "Weeell, he's really kinda pretty, I was a little infatuated back then," he said with a playful roll of his eyes.
"You're avoiding the question," Kurt pointed out mock frowning at him.
They both leaned closer as they shared this secret, completely missing a pair of golden eyes narrowing and fists clenching in desperate attempt to regain control.
Dave shook his head with a ghost of a smile running his large hand through his short hair once, before his face grew serious and he locked eyes with startled blue. "It was you, Kurt. I always thought you were amazing and really beautiful. I wanted to claim you."
Kurt gaped and that's about as far as the reaction went as Dave was swung around forcefully all of a sudden and pushed hard in the shoulders by none other than a seething, furious Blaine.
Dave stumbled back a few steps and Kurt barely ducked out of the way to avoid being trodden on.
"He's mine. You can't claim him because he's mine!" was growled viciously, loudly, proclaiming the claim to the whole school, golden eyes dark and wild and his body tense and coiled like he was ready to snap.
"Blaine-" Dave began, raising hands in surrender and trying to back away but the other Dom wanted nothing to do with his explanations.
He came out of his classes eager to see his sub and have him fly into his arms the way he tended to do lately and what he got instead was a brick wall of a Dom leaning into Kurt's personal space, smiling at him and talking about claiming him.
NOTHING, not even the logical part of his brain that knew Dave was with Seb and that he loved him, helped calm him down as he descended onto the other boy, fury personified.
"Shut up!" he barked back stalking closer to him like a predator, fisting the front of his unbuttoned blazer.
A crowd had gathered by now and Kurt found himself being pulled to Blaine's side by a firm grip on his elbow and this was when the sub finally found his voice.
"Blaine, sir...he...he didn't d-do anything...please...Sir please I don't know what to do." Kurt couldn't force his body to move, to react, to comprehend what had just happened. One minute he was talking and laughing with his new friend and the next Blaine was there and lashing out.
Blaine's hands tightened on Dave's chest and even though he was almost three times smaller than the quarterback , the pure rage and the tide of dominance pulsing around him made him seem larger than life, invincible, terrifying to everyone.
Everyone but a fierce sub that came running straight into the commotion and charging towards Blaine.
"Dave!" was called and Kurt caught glimpses of Sebastian pushing through the gathering until he could reach his Dom's side, pushing Blaine's hands away from what was his, pulling Dave towards him.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at, Anderson," the sub fumed, green eyes flashing dangerously.
Kurt heard Blaine growl in return, not loud enough for anyone other than Kurt to hear.
"Seb," Dave reprimanded softly finally finding his voice and giving Blaine a calculating gaze, as if sensing he was right on the knife edge. "Don't."
The sub balked as he stared at his Dom but the command was there for everyone to hear. "Dave he just-"
The Dom hushed him again, earning himself his own glare. He sighed stroking his fingers over Sebastian's arm lightly to tangle their fingers loosely. "I'll explain later, Seb. Don't push please."
Sebastian gritted his teeth but acquiesced and threw one last bitch face to Blaine before he grabbed Dave's hand properly, tightening their fingers together and pulled him out of the commotion; away from Blaine and his unleashed rage.
"Blaine, sir…please," Kurt couldn't force his body to move, to react, to comprehend what had just happened as he watched Sebastian drag a still slightly shocked Dave down the, now empty, hallway after the lash out his Dom just had.
He had no idea what to do. Over the years he had seen Carole soothe his father and some other subs catering to their Dom's needs but Kurt just didn't know how to go about it.
Should he remain calm and not say a word? Should he hug him and hold him until he was better? Should he call someone for help?
It scared him, the feral look in Blaine's eyes. The almost untamed dominance that threatened to ravage anyone who dared touching what was his. It scared him but it also made him feel safe, protected, cherished. If Blaine was so reluctant to even think that someone else might get him it must mean he truly wanted him like he said he did.
There was a feeling that was now crawling under his skin, forcing him to soothe and reassure. It was the first time since he had come into his own submissiveness that he had truly felt like a sub, like there was someone who needed him to balance them out. It was the first time since he was claimed that he truly felt he had a role in their relationship as well.
Blaine's was to protect him and to dote on him and his was to make sure Blaine was happy, and calm. And despite the paralyzing fear that coursed through him he realized right away that he wasn't afraid of Blaine.
He was afraid for him.
He didn't want him hurt, or angry or disappointed, he wanted him happy and smiling and teasing and kissing him. So he did what he thought was best and let go of his own doubts for just one second and listened to his instincts screaming at him loudly.
He steadied his trembling hands and walked over to the still shaking Dom, placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning in to make his scent drift around him.
"Come on, sir. Let's go home..." he said in a calm whisper proud of his own voice for only lilting a tiny bit when his Dom turned his glare towards him, eyes blazing with anger and head nodding jerkily. He turned on his heel harshly and stalked to the car, leaving Kurt to trail after him, determined to make his Dom feel better and calmer.
They piled into the car and with a forceful slam of the door Blaine started the car and pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road for their short journey home.
Kurt remained silent next to him, observing and assessing what his next move should be. He slid across the front seat carefully, in case his gut was wrong and Blaine didn't want him close. He made it towards his Dom one frustrating inch at a time watching his face shift as the knuckles of one of Blaine's hands turned white from gripping to the stirring wheel so tightly.
Holding his breath tightly Kurt lifted his hand and slid his palm over the hand holding the shift and gently threaded his fingers in between Blaine's tense ones.
It was like magic and a miracle all at once.
The second his skin covered the Dom's the tension seeped from his bones and his shoulders slumped down, making him seem calmer and less intimidating. The Dom eased up on the accelerator and sighed out gustily.
"Sir," Kurt whispered timidly, not really knowing if anything he was doing was right, or allowed or wanted. He just knew his body felt on fire with the need to help his Dom and he decided to listen to it even if it made him look like a fool.
His thumb was dancing over the back of Blaine's palm and trembling as he forced himself to stay where he was and not back down now that it seemed Blaine responded to him. Suddenly the hand on the shift flipped over and strong fingers wrapped around his own surely and unbreakably.
Finally they arrived home and Blaine parked haphazardly turning the ignition off but making no move to get out.
"And you say you wouldn't know what to do." Blaine let out a shaky chuckle making Kurt jump and stare at him wide eyed and bottom lip trembling gently. "I'm sorry, lovely. I'm so sorry I scared you," he spoke to the dash and Kurt continued to stare. His Dom's voice was small and whisper like and Kurt didn't like it one bit. He got used to Blaine being larger than life when he held him in his arms and scared all his doubts away with just one kiss.
"No...I'm not...I wasn't scared I just…I didn't know if-" Kurt started but Blaine cut him off with a gentle finger on his pouty lip, gold eyes finally meeting his and that edge of rage was ebbing now.
"Every instinct in your body is right gorgeous. Everything you've done so far was perfect. You're a perfect sub for me and I'm lucky to have you. That's why I went crazy, I was so jealous of Dave...the thought of him touching your arm and calling you beautiful…I...I know people will think that because...god how could they not just look at you...but I'm selfish...and I don't want them wanting you, looking at you...you're mine," he breathed passionately, pulling Kurt into his arms by his waist and sliding him across the seat, across the middle console until he was sitting on his lap sideways and Blaine was nuzzling his neck and making him shiver.
"I don't want them...sir I don't," Kurt promised gasping when he felt damp lips on his neck.
"What do you want?" Blaine asked breathily, almost darkly from where he was nipping at the alabaster skin, nibbling at the hinge of his jaw.
"I…you...just you," he spoke barely audible, but enough for Blaine to growl and pull him in by the waist, threading his fingers through his hair and bringing their faces together.
"You'll be the death of me, lovely. But God it'll be the sweetest death in the world."
They ended up curled up on Blaine's bed- what was temporarily Kurt's now- in more comfortable clothes, a Disney film playing quietly on the flatscreen hardly watched and Kurt nuzzling into Blaine's neck soothingly. His Dom would hardly let him leave his side for even the smallest of moments since they arrived home and to be honest Kurt felt the ever pressing need to be as close to Blaine as possible so he didn't mind it whatsoever. He needed to do this as much as wanted to and it was impossible to ignore the compulsion to crawl as close as possible to make sure Blaine was calm and happy.
But the Dom was still a hard line next to him despite having calmed down some from the uncontrollable rage from earlier and so Kurt redoubled his efforts. Making a gentle beseeching sound in his throat he knew Blaine wouldn't be able to resist as he ran his nose from where it was pressed into the base of his neck up to the Dom's pounding pulse point, hand kneading Blaine's shoulder rhythmically.
He laid lips there without even thinking about it.
Her heard and felt the sharp inhale from Blaine and arms tightened around his frame; one around his waist pulling him closer and holding him there, the other rising to cup the back of his head, driving greedy fingers into his hair and it gave Kurt an idea. He smoothed his hand from Blaine's shoulder up the other side of his neck into the loosened gelled strands of Blaine's hair- remembering his reaction and confession on their trip away- playing around his ears and nape, temptingly close to Blaine's mark and the knowledge sent a shocking thrill through him.
He hadn't ever really thought about Blaine's Dominant mark before, but now his fingertips were inches away it was hard not to indulge himself in the temptation it created. Dom's marks weren't as sensitive as subs, true, but that didn't mean they weren't sensitive at all. Would Blaine like him to touch there? The sub in him instinctively knew that it was a place he could use to help comfort his Dom quickly and effectively, just like he knew that to do it that way would be highly intimate and he blushed heavily at the thought alone.
Kurt wasn't sure if they were there yet so he resisted and pushed the thought from his mind for now, locking the desire away as he concentrated on Blaine and his needs.
Slowly but surely the tension in the room and his Dom's body dissipated into a relaxed, soft environment that engulfed them like downy clouds with every pet, coo and gentle caress Kurt laved lovingly upon Blaine's body, encouraged by the deep, growly sighs of pleasure that were coming from Blaine more and more frequently, urging him on.
Kurt was enthralled by the sense of worth that was filling him up to bursting and fascinated by the feel of soft skin merging with slightly rough stubble under his lips as he mapped Blaine's neck with his questing mouth, learning him in a completely different way. The length of his neck, the curve where it met his broad shoulder, the sharpness of the hinge of his jaw, the tendons that stood out starkly when Blaine moved his head for him to explore better.
Kurt only wanted to be closer, closer, closer by this point, everything pleasantly dulled and blurred around the edges, tinted in shades melted gold that settled over his skin hotly. Dizzy, one need morphed into one entirely different without him consciously realizing and Kurt was wrapping a thigh over Blaine's lap and arching up to bite at Blaine's jaw with a needy little whine before he could register the actions.
Blaine's reaction was swift and immediate, he growled in response to the noise like they were communicating on a level Kurt wasn't consciously aware of before sweeping down and capturing Kurt's mouth in his like he had been holding off and he'd just snapped.
At first Blaine had simply been soaking in the balm that was Kurt's presence, allowing him to take the sting of the remaining anger and jealousy still jagged and raw in his insides away. Every hush melted him further into Kurt's soft, warm body and every caress relaxed him physically and mentally.
And then Kurt began to kiss him.
It was wonderful at first; Blaine had reveled in the attention, even going so far as to pull Kurt further inwards so it would be harder for him to stop. And then something changed. The more relaxed he got, the more a different kind of tension began to build in him, a different kind of awareness.
What had been so comforting was now torture but Kurt couldn't know what he was doing to him however. He couldn't...
The feel of those teeth, his thigh and that noise was his undoing. His heated blood rushed south creating a roaring pound in his ears as all his senses focused down to laser point at Kurt.
They were kissing.
Quick and fast and like nothing they had ever attempted before and it was pure exhilaration to be with Kurt this way, nothing held back for once, everything Blaine felt poured out through the connection of their sliding mouths, heightening every sense. The sub's scent was thick in the air and Blaine felt the pressing urge to taste finally. To know and savour Kurt on his tongue and his runaway body reacted to the desire without consultation as he laved it over Kurt's bottom lip, catching it on the seam of the top. Vanilla sweetness assaulted his taste buds and made him want more, the small gasp from Kurt at his actions only driving that need harder in him.
Blaine had licked at his mouth.
It was the only thought running through Kurt's head over and over and it was decadent, made him overheated and opened up places in him he hadn't dared dreamed to exist. Blaine's hard breathing and growled noises were a symphony in his ears making his body tremble in his Dom's grasp and he clutched at Blaine's jaw and ear and hair in an attempt to orient himself somehow.
It didn't work as Blaine used his sinful tongue yet again to lave over his already swollen mouth making it tingle, making their lips slide easier, making him want with a fierceness that scared him. The third time Blaine did it he met him with a tentative lick of his own and tasted Blaine thick and heavy and heady sending a hot flash straight to his stomach and cock. If Kurt had been more coherent he would have been completely mortified by the reaction but all he could concentrate on was the slick feel of his Dom's searching tongue on his curious innocent one and the moan they created together to fill the air. They met each other again and again, learning one another by twining tongues in an intricate dance Kurt had no idea the moves to, letting Blaine lead him right into the hot cavern of his own mouth.
That more than anything startled him back into some semblance of sense.
The feel of someone else's tongue in his mouth jarringly foreign and while it felt undeniably good, the jolt to his system made him far too aware of other things happening in his body. His chest was heaving from breathes he couldn't quite draw in strong enough through his nose, his body trembling all over and his cock was so, so hard that it ached. The thoughts were registering now and he was mortified at how he knew it was impossible Blaine couldn't feel his arousal pressed against him when his quivering thigh was still slung over Blaine's lap opening him up, with a very distinct bulge pressing into his leg on his Dom's part as well.
He began to panic, his kisses losing enthusiasm and heat as his mind began to go into overdrive.
He'd started this, he couldn't just pull away now could he?
Blaine tugged at his hair where his hand was still entrenched in the strands, subtly tilting his head to a different angle and Kurt couldn't help but stiffly allow it. He wanted to be good for Blaine. He wanted to give back to him in some small way after everything he'd done for him despite how utterly terrified he was right now that this was going to progress further. This wasn't the way to show gratitude, a part of him screamed. Not ready, not ready, NOT READY!
Blaine hummed sucking at Kurt's lower lip moving his hand down to the subs thigh to stroke and pet as his hips thrust upwards gaining friction against his thigh that made him groan and Kurt was flinching in sheer panic now but unable to utter a single syllable to stop Blaine.
Be a good boy, be a good boy...
His Dom must have sensed something was wrong because the flash fire of energy he was burnt out abruptly and he pulled away with a wet sticking pop, opening blown, golden eyes to met Kurt's wide cerulean.
"Kurt?" his voice was wrecked.
"Sir," he managed to get out but his voice cracked over the word. He pushed back forwards and pressed his trembling mouth back to Blaine's with no finesse, just absolute blinded desperation to please. This wasn't what he wanted at all and if he was in his right mind he would never have offered himself up again but he was just so scared and confused right now, desperate to show how much he wanted to learn and to be better despite all the fear and uncertainty.
But Blaine didn't kiss back; in fact he avoided Kurt's mouth and set him back. "Kurt, you're shaking," he said seriously and the Dom was reminded of that very first night, how his sub had trembled uncontrollably because he was utterly frightened out of his mind. "Tell me what's wrong, lovely."
Kurt shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, fingers still wrapped around Blaine's shirt and his body still draped half across his own.
"I…I'm not…" he whispered, voice breaking as his cheeks burned up and his bottom lip trembled on a shaky exhale. "I wasn't ready…"
It hit Blaine all at once.
The sudden change in Kurt and the realization that he had pushed for too much too soon, selfishly happy to gorge on what Kurt was offering without thought and that Kurt felt that he had to give this to Blaine. He shivered.
"Oh my god…oh my god, Kurt…" Blaine jumped off the bed and away from him as if burned, leaving Kurt cold and shaking on the bed wishing he knew what he did wrong this time.
All he ever did was mess up when all he ever wanted to do was to be a good sub to his Dom and he was for a few moments there right? Before the making out he had helped Blaine calm down, but then the kissing had confused the issue once more, led them to unfamiliar territory and they'd stumbled yet again with no direction.
His thoughts got interrupted by hands cupping his cheeks as Blaine cautiously knelt on the bed in front of him again.
"This…this thing between us…the tiptoeing around in the dark…this has gone too far, I should have done this days ago. We need guidelines, Kurt. We need rules…we need a contract and we're gonna get ourselves together right now and work on that," he said, dominance coloring his words bright red and Kurt felt his chest tighten at the thought of what was to come.
But he wasn't stupid.
They did need a contract and even if he sucked at everything else then he would make sure he did this the right way. He nodded to himself in determination and stood up, walking after Blaine outside the bedroom and into the brightly lit, posh decorated office.
The white, clear paper was almost glowing against the darkness of the table wood in front of Kurt. Not a single dot on it but it still pulled and held his attention like the most interesting piece of art in existence.
The promise of what the innocent, inconspicuous object would contain made his throat constrict and his fingers trembled as he held a pen in his hand, the tip hovering over the empty surface.
"Come on cutie it doesn't bite," Blaine teased the sub from the seat next to him at the small table, as he watched him examine the paper from all the angles trying to decide what the best way to write the contract down would be.
At the jab the blue eyed angel threw a scary glare in his direction and Blaine felt his smile melt because his baby was mighty frightening when he chose to be.
"I know. I just really don't know what to write it or how to put it or how much of it should there be or…" he started hyperventilating and Blaine jumped in plucking the pen from his fingers.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down baby. Kurt, we write what we agree on, things we've already discussed. Whatever we think should go here will and the rest can be added later. Okay?" Blaine said taking his shaking hands into his and looking him in the eye as a perfect rosy blush settled high on those pale cheeks.
"I know but I… I don't really know what all goes into the contract. I just never felt comfortable to talk about it and I never thought I'd have one so…do you think…" he started but he trailed off looking away shyly.
"Do I think what, lovely?" Blaine asked reaching over and pulling his subs chin towards him gently.
"Do you think you could like…suggest things and then we can discuss them?" Kurt asked and Blaine beamed at him excitedly.
"Sounds awesome. Okay…you ready to start?" he asked and Kurt bit his lip but nodded bravely earning himself a soft, "My good boy," from his Dom that made him preen even though he'd never thought to find himself liking something that he used to think of as derogatory. But he realized it wasn't at all, not the way Blaine used it, so full of affection and praise.
"I feel like we should start with talking about what happened in the bedroom earlier because I never want it to happen again. After we've discussed that we could maybe brush the topic of punishments because behavior like the one you showed will be ground for a chastisement in the future. Do you understand why?" Blaine asked shuddering at the memory of Kurt rigid and confused beneath him with no intentions of saying that he was uncomfortable.
"Because I made you angry by not saying that I wanted to stop," Kurt ventured quietly, hating that he had messed up the first chance he got.
At his response Blaine's head snapped up and his eyes blazed golden and fierce in the soft light still pouring through the curtains. "No…Kurt that's not it at all, it's not about me being angry. You'd be punished because you kept quiet in the face of something that wasn't pleasing or comfortable or wanted. You felt uncomfortable with me touching you like that and by not saying a word you gave me the option of hurting you. I never want that to happen and so every time you willingly do something that's endangering for you or you willingly ignore something that could harm you, you will receive punishment. I want you safe. Do you understand that?" he asked and Kurt's eyes widened because he didn't realize that was what punishments were about.
He thought they existed solely for reminding the sub to never displease their Dom, but the way Blaine said it made it sound so amazing, so caring and reassuring. There mainly for the sub's sake instead of the Dom and it made Kurt seriously consider again all that he had learnt or hadn't been taught at McKinley.
"I understand, sir," he nodded surely, feeling like a huge weight had just lifted off his shoulders somehow and Blaine smiled at him lovingly as if he knew that he really had been majorly freaking out over the perceived threat that he saw the punishments as.
"Good. But we'll talk about concrete punishments later. Like I said, in light of what happened I feel like we should start with safe words," he decided as he wrote their names on top and then capitalized the sign saying: SAFE WORDS. "Now we could use the generic color system that works really well or something you pick out, but in that case you need to make sure it's not something you'd be likely to accidently use during everyday life or…um…intimate times."
Kurt chuckled at his attempt of censuring and shook his head.
"I am a blushing virgin but you can still say sex in front of me you know," he teased, happy enough in his own skin now that it was true and Blaine stuck his tongue out at him, pouting like a little kid.
"Fine, see if I ever do something nice again," he grumbled exaggeratedly and Kurt leaned in to peck his cheek, in awe of how much freedom he felt around Blaine already. It wasn't exactly jumping Blaine's bones apparently given his earlier freak out but it was so much more than he'd ever thought he'd be doing when he first went into this claim.
"Stop pouting. And I…I feel like I'd be more comfortable with using the color system. I…I know it works and I think that the fact that I know that would make me feel safer," he admitted glancing at Blaine with questioning eyes, smiling when the Dom nodded.
"Color system it is," he said as he wrote it down turning back to Kurt. "Now recite it for me to make sure we're both on the same page with it."
The soft command in his voice crept under Kurt's skin and with a quiver in his own tone he recited the universal words. "Green means, Keep going I'm okay. Yellow means, Slow down I'm not sure about this. Red means, Stop, this is too much."
Blaine stroked the back of his fingers down his cheek in reward before turning back to the paper in front of him.
"Okay now that we got that settled how about we write down some general rules I'd like you to follow."
"Like what?" Kurt cocked a head to the side in question.
"Like…I'd like to make it a rule that you make sure you eat and sleep properly whenever possible. You always ask for help when you need it. You don't keep your anger or hurt or any other emotion that has something to do with me away from me," he tried to go on but Kurt stopped him.
"What does that mean? The last one," he asked.
"It means that if you're angry with me you say so. If I'm driving you insane, fight with me. If I hurt you, call me on it. The same goes if I make you happy. Share it with me freely. Let me know because…because I'm gonna need it. I'm gonna need to be sure that I'm doing right by you. So this rule is as much for me as it is for you."
Kurt hitched a breath and nodded, a hand clutching his chest. "Okay…okay I can do that. What else?"
"Let me know where you are and if you're running late so I don't worry about you. Always be honest with me and let me know what you're thinking. Even though we're putting the fact that you're allowed to go to whatever educational program you want and that you're going to work later on if you so wish, let me feel like I'm the one protecting you and providing for you because that's kind of a big deal for me as a Dom. And I want us both to be able to go back and change this contract if we deem it necessary at some point," he finished off and cast a glance at his sub wondering how he was taking it all.
"What about me meeting my friends and family?" he asked, rehashing it just in case it needed to be written down.
"That's your right. That goes without saying," the Dom assured.
Kurt was almost beaming at him; a radiant smile that took up his entire face and took Blaine's breath away.
"I think all of that sounds reasonable but…I um…can there be a rule for you too? Like from me?" he asked timidly not knowing if that was possible.
"What would you like to add?" Blaine asked curiously.
"I…I'd like to know that you're safe and well as well. Like…um…the eating and the sleeping and calling me if you're running late. I…I want to know you're okay too," he said on a single breath and Blaine smiled gently at him, feeling his heart thump with love.
"We can definitely add that on the list," he said and wrote the rules down in an organized column on one side of the paper, and then made another one and titled it punishments next to it.
"Are you okay to talk about punishments or do you want to do it another time? And remember the rule of letting me know what you're thinking," he winked half serious and Kurt picked at his nails before deciding to be brave. They'd defeat the whole purpose if they kept skirting around it after all.
"I think I can talk about it. If I get uncomfortable I'll let you know. Is that okay?" he checked and Blaine nodded in approval.
"You're doing a great job lovely, I'm proud of you. Okay, so is there something you're absolutely sure you don't want?"
"Blood," he said immediately and Blaine's hand rushed to cover his mouth.
"What? Kurt, no…god that's not even an option…I would…I'd never cause you any pain," he said in shock and Kurt frowned.
"Well how would you punish me?" he asked and Blaine took his hands in his again.
"Time out, writing lines, standing in the corner I don't know…writing me an essay explaining that you understand why you're being punished. Stuff like that. No pain, no hurting you, no torture of any kind be it emotional, physical, or sexual. I will never use pain or pleasure against you," he said passionately and Kurt nodded, eyes downcast and feeling a bit silly for thinking that Blaine would ever hurt him like that. He didn't actually think that Blaine would but he couldn't help that they were in his head though. After what happened with Jeff and sometimes what he heard the Doms at McKinley talking about… he shuddered involuntarily.
"Oh…then…I'm okay with all the things you said," he said and Blaine cocked his head at him, gold eyes discerning.
"Are you sure? You can tell me the truth if you're not comfortable with something on the list."
"No I…I think it'll be okay. But just…I've never been punished so if we do one of these and I find it too much I can tell you right?"
"Absolutely. We'll discuss it and after you explain it to me we'll remove it from the list."
Kurt swallowed and nodded. "Okay good. You can write it down."
And so Blaine did and the punishments found their way into their contract almost too easily.
"Are you…are you okay with talking about some sexual stuff now?" he asked carefully and Kurt blushed. All his jokes from earlier aside this was a big deal for him.
"I…I haven't tried anything so I don't…I don't know…" he stammered and Blaine caressed his cheek gently.
"I know but…are there things that you've thought about or…well fantasized about and realized that you'd really like to or that you would never ever like to try?" he tried to make it easier but Kurt shrugged again and Blaine chewed the tip of the pen in thought for a second before smiling as an idea struck him.
"Okay how about this…" he drew three columns and wrote YES, MAYBE and NEVER on top of them. "I will name some stuff and you can say where they would go for you. Yes would be the stuff you know you like, maybe stuff you're wondering about and you'd maybe like to try them someday, and never being a definite no and I'd never even suggest the stuff you put on that list."
Kurt looked down at the paper and the columns. Put like that it didn't seem so overwhelming. "Um…okay…I can do that."
"Okay I'll start with lighter ones that I suppose you might be familiar with and maybe open to and we'll work our way up. Okay so…blindfold?" he asked and Kurt imagined himself lying, unseeing and waiting in anticipation on every touch and kiss that Blaine would surprise his skin with and his blood boiled gently as he nodded.
"Yes," he said shyly and Blaine wrote it down in the first column.
"Handcuffs, or well…restraints of that kind."
"Yes," Kurt replied without thinking as his mind assaulted him with images of Blaine catering to the needs of his body as he saw fit without him being able to touch and feel him under his palms. His body was like liquid now and he almost couldn't sit still in his chair as he imagined how it would all feel and he barely caught the next question.
"Gags?"
"I like the sound of your name on my lips," he answered automatically and then blushed furiously covering his lips with his hands.
"God you'll be the end of me, lovely," Blaine breathed out, eyes a darker shade and pupils lightly blown out and suddenly Kurt realized he wasn't the only one imagining them together like that.
"Sorry," he smiled sheepishly and Blaine shook his head, shifting a little tellingly in his seat as he cleared his throat.
"It's okay. So no to gags?" he quirked an eyebrow at Kurt and he blushed again ducking his head down.
"Put it under maybe. Just in case." And Blaine wrote it in the second column.
"Okay um…name calling?" he asked and Kurt jumped, startled and his smiled melted away instantly.
"I don't want to be humiliated. I don't want derogatory names like slut or slave or something…"
"And I agree. It's not a turn on for me at all to degrade you. I was talking more along the lines of names that maybe…um…made you feel good? If there's something like that…" he explained and Kurt thought about it for a second.
"I um…I really like it when you call me lovely but um…I don't think I'd want to connect that with sex because you call me that in front of other people and I…I think I wanna keep that name as…as um…you know…" he flailed his arms and Blaine smiled.
"As a pet name?" he supplied and Kurt beamed at him.
"Yes…exactly."
"Okay that makes sense. Is there some other name you like it when I call you?" he asked curiously but Kurt shook his head.
"It's embarrassing," he blushed and Blaine knelt in front of him.
"You should never be ashamed in front of me. Just tell me whatever it is and we'll talk about it," he encouraged and Kurt looked up taking a deep breath.
"I like it when you call me…your something boy," he rushed out and Blaine let out a soft laugh.
"My something boy?"
"Yeah um…like your beautiful boy, or…or your good boy…or your sweet boy," he said cheeks getting redder with ever word, his body sinking deeper into the chair, like it could make him disappear.
"I love calling you those names too. Especially since you really are my sweet, good, beautiful boy." Blaine kissed the tip of his nose and Kurt let out a soft giggle as Blaine wrote them in the yes column.
They were making great progress and he was finally feeling like he could breathe and relax now that he knew what he could and couldn't allow himself to do with Kurt and he believed Kurt felt the same way.
"Okay um…I think this should do it for now. We can come back and revise this to add or remove stuff as we go along and figure out what works for us and what doesn't. Is there something else you can think of?" Blaine asked as he skimmed over the paper quickly, satisfied with what they had accomplished.
"Um…I don't think so…no…" Kurt said with a small frown as he raked his mind to find something.
"Great, then we're done," he said leaning back into the chair with a happy smile, feeling relieved that things were clearer now for both of them. Clear lines drawn, misconceptions assuaged.
"Now what?" Kurt asked and Blaine took the pen again.
"We sign it and it's official then. We start living by it," he explained and Kurt cracked a small smile at that, feeling a soft, warm tingle in his gut at his Dom's words.
"Okay you go first." He motioned with his hand and Blaine winked at him as he scrawled a loopy signature onto the paper above an improvised line.
"There we go…" he smiled and handed the pen to Kurt who took it and pressed the tip to the paper making a barely visible dot before snapping his head up in panic.
"Sir?"
"What is it, lovely?" Blaine asked, voice concerned and tense.
"What about kneeling?" Kurt bit his lip and averted his eyes shyly.
He felt a warm palm cup his cheek and pull his face up to meet his Dom's eyes and his soft, reassuring smile. "I'll be the happiest man alive if I ever earn that honor from you. Now sign that," he ordered gently and Kurt beamed at him, bringing the pen up and signing in a flourish.
Kurt Hummel, sub
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