Keep my heart captive, set me free

by The Queen of Rose

D/s AU - Kurt Hummel had always dreamed of a fairy-tale bond, a perfect, kind and caring Dom. Blaine Anderson had always dreamed of someone who stands out from the boring crowd, someone real, and pure. When their worlds collide, will either of them get what they had dreamed of?

14. Decided

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There's a warning from us that this chapter is a little skippy, basically we're jumping couple to couple again as they find out the master plan from their parents! So please keep an eye on the breaks with the days because we're also covering a little bit of time as well so we can move plot things along :)

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Thursday

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The shrill sound of their alarm clock pulled Kurt sharply out of dreamland and he winced at the sound until Blaine un-plastered himself from where he was spooned up behind him to shut it off.

Go away world, he thought blearily feeling the heavy tug of sleep still pulling at him. Sighing happily he felt himself slipping under again only to frown when he felt the light press of lips and the tickle of stubble against his bare shoulder.

"Morning," Blaine sang softly into his skin, sleep rough and deep.

Kurt scrunched up tighter and pulled the blanket over his head trying desperately to hold onto the vestiges of slumber. He found it really difficult to doze off again once his mind started up and running and he was subconsciously sure he didn't want to face today. "No," he mumbled back.

Blaine shook his head at his stubborn sub, a smile hitching his lips. Kurt definitely wasn't a morning person and the fact that he knew that, was getting to know all the little quirks and things that made Kurt who he was, made him feel like he was the luckiest man on earth.

He couldn't have been more in love with this man if he tried. He'd known it from that very first moment he'd spotted him across that crowded room.

Love swelling his heart to bursting he inched back in closer to his beautiful boy, bracing his weight on his elbow, pulling the cover back down to Kurt's waist and reveling in the flawless expanse of skin that was revealed. Ever since the night of the blackout they'd stopped wearing sleep shirts to bed, reasoning that they'd just end up off anyway with their newly wandering hands and subsequently Blaine lived in a state of almost constant arousal and hardness.

He dragged his eyes to the enticing dip of Kurt's tiny waist to the swell of his hip and almost groaned, what had been a little morning wood turning into a full on erection. "We have school, lovely," he chastised trying to get them back on track.

"No," Kurt repeated petulantly.

He didn't want to get up. He didn't want his brain to reboot and bring with it memories of the worse parts of yesterday. He just wanted to stay here comfortable, with the mixed scent of him and Blaine in his nose and their joint body heat warming their bed and just forget there was an awful part of the world outside these four walls.

It had been easy enough to put Brad and that horrid magazine out of his mind when he had been so distracted by Dana… but as the night wore on Kurt could feel himself sinking more and more into his own head, rerunning the lines he'd read through his mind and replaying ever self-satisfied sneer of Brad's.

Blaine had noticed of course and it was on the tip of Kurt's tongue to tell him everything. Just blurt it out not only because it was a main rule in their contract but because he just wanted Blaine to make it better.

But fear stopped him, the same fear from yesterday only worse now that he'd let it fester. Gummed up his mouth so the words couldn't pass through.

He was afraid that telling him might make Blaine realize it was true. That he could do better and he was just a phase to get over… which made him feel so freaking guilty because Blaine had done nothing to invoke those kinds of feelings, to make him feel unwanted or like he was a thing to be played with until he got bored.

He knew that wasn't true. He knew… but he was just so scared and there was this tiniest flicker of doubt that had remained from when they first met, the unbelieving, terrified side, that Brad was happily feeding, obviously hoping to turn it into a flame to burn Kurt's world down around him.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered. "You're not asleep again are you beautiful boy?"

Kurt swallowed hard, letting the endearment wash over him. Tell him, tell him, tell him! His heart screamed as his Dom began to pepper torturously sweet kisses up and down his neck.

"You taste like apricots," Blaine announced randomly, but sounding like that fact had just made him the happiest man on earth. It kind of made Kurt want to cry with how much he loved him in his stupid face and hair and eyes and god dam everything!

"Moisturizer," Kurt found himself revealing, hating that his voice wavered.

The soft scratch and hot pressure moved upwards across his jawline and towards the corner of his mouth filing Kurt with warmth and tingles and butterflies.

"A little vanilla," Blaine smiled against his cheek, doing his best to coax him to life.

"Lip balm," he supplied needlessly. Blaine had already told him multiple times that he loved it after they'd been making out.

"Anddd… rainbows."

"Rainbows?" Kurt giggled incredulously, unable to help himself, finally peeking one eye open to look back at his Dom's sleepy, gorgeous face.

"Mmhm," Blaine hummed contently. "Exactly like rainbows, riiiight…" he leant in and placed a stupidly tender kiss right behind his ear, "…here... and here," another to his temple before he rolled Kurt onto his back, "…and here." Finally he kissed him square on the mouth before pulling back.

Kurt allowed both eyes to open to a lazy half mast, giving up on obsessing over his own insecurities to instead focus every sense he had on the wonderful man above him that he was hopelessly in love with.

"And what do rainbows taste like?" he murmured.

"Uhhh….Skittles?" Blaine laughed leaning over him properly, forearm braced next to his head.

Kurt smirked back, sliding his hands up into their favorite spot nestled in raven curls. "Are you asking or telling me, Anderson?"

"Telling," Blaine nodded seriously stealing another kiss. "Your mouth tastes like vanilla and rainbows and rainbows taste like Skittles."

"You're ridiculous," Kurt laughed into his mouth.

"Only for you," Blaine sang, eskimo kissing him and Kurt bit his lip.

"Can we stay home today, sir?"

It just blurted out.

Blaine frowned, playfulness gone as he pulled back to study his subs suddenly pensive face. Kurt had been off since… he thought back and remembered the hug in the car lot and his worry suddenly skyrocketed. Kurt would tell him if something was wrong right? He hadn't wanted to smother Kurt when he'd told him he was fine by constantly pestering him but now… was there something at Dalton not making him want to go?

"What's wrong, lovely? Has something happened?" he asked seriously.

"No Dalton is fine," Kurt omitted instead of answering the question and that weight that was holding all these secrets and half-truths was growing on his chest making it feel like he couldn't breathe. "I'm just tired, ignore me."

"Kurt-"

"We're gonna be late if we stay in bed much longer," Kurt cut him off trying to joke but every cell in him was screaming out for help he couldn't ask for. "And it'll be all your fault."

"Kurt," Blaine said again sternly, not letting him weasel around it and sounding so openly concerned for him that he felt every emotion and thought he was trying to push down and smother build hard and fast like a volcano about to erupt.

TELL HIM!

He barely had time to cover his eyes with his hand before he burst into tears.

Blaine was momentarily stunned before every protective cell in his body screamed him into action. "Baby, what's wrong?" he demanded softly, trying not to let the panic he felt seep into his voice. He needed to be strong and calm for Kurt.

His sub simply shook his head, lips pressed into a tight, awful line to conceal the sobs that were shaking his body and the truths he had been hiding. Blaine wanted to be disappointed that Kurt had already broke one of the rules on their contract but with him so visibly distraught he couldn't find it in him to be anything of the sort.

He just needed to help his boy.

It was clear by Kurt's tensing body language; the knees drawing up, the hunching shoulders with arms pressed tight to his sides, that he wanted to be as small as possible. A natural reaction in all subs to want to feel safe and Blaine deftly slid on top of his sub, half remembering his lessons and half acting on pure instinct, using his forearms to keep from being deadweight but knowing Kurt would need the pressure for reassurance.

It seemed to work and the hitching draws of breath through Kurt's nose got a little calmer at least. Blaine leant into his ear and nuzzled there for a moment, trying to pour every inch of love he had for this sub into him. "Tell me so I can fix it, lovely. I just wanna help you beautiful boy, will you let me help you?" It was commands wrapped up with sweet questions, but commands none the less. He didn't want to force anything heavy on Kurt in this kind of state, but he did need to get to the root of this.

"I-I can fix it… I c-can," Kurt hiccoughed, through shaky gasps for air.

"Shhh," Blaine soothed, leaning his weight on his left side so he could reach up and grasp Kurt's wrist gently, coaxing him to pull it away from his eyes. "Fix what, baby? Is it Dalton? Is someone harassing you?"

The hand finally fell and a blotchy face was revealed breaking Blaine's heart a little.

How long had this been going on? Had he missed the signs so terribly?

"Ugh!" Kurt hissed sniffing miserably through the waterfall falling from his eyes, trying desperately to wipe it away. "I feel so s-stupid!"

Blaine replaced Kurt's trembling hands with his own, thumbing away the moisture from his face and placing soft kisses to every inch of inflamed, puffy skin until the tears finally dried up and Kurt had stopped shaking so badly.

Kurt was hiding in Blaine's caresses, soaking in the affection like a sponge and trying to delay that inevitable moment where he would have to reveal all to his Dom. There was no pretending now. Not after breaking down like an idiot in front of him.

"What do you need to fix, lovely?" Blaine asked gently after another few minutes ticked by, all but the sounds of Dana and Jared pottering around downstairs before work, surrounding them.

Kurt opened his stinging eyes and met the serious gold ones above him, flecks of green and bronze radiating nothing but worry. He grimaced. "I don't need to really fix anything-"

"Kurt," Blaine cut off and it was that same no nonsense tone from earlier. He wasn't buying it. "Don't try to act like nothing's wrong. You were just sobbing in my arms!"

"But that wasn't because of that… not really," Kurt tried to explain.

"Because of what?!" Blaine asked exasperated, eyes and mouth tight. "I don't want to force it out of you Kurt, but you signed that contract we have saying you'd be honest with me."

"And that's why I was crying!" Kurt burst out, getting teary eyed and thick throated again. "Because I wanted to tell you since it happened yesterday but I just couldn't get the words out and it was killing me inside."

The declaration threw Blaine off track a little. "Why did you think you couldn't tell me?" he murmured. He thought Kurt trusted him.

"I just wanted to handle it on my own… I still do want that," Kurt told him in a quiet voice, avoiding his eyes to look down at his chin.

"I'm your Dominant-" Blaine began.

"And I'm still my own person!" Kurt cut off, eyes clashing once more. "I love that you're my Dom Blaine and I'm so happy knowing that when I fall you'll be there to catch me and make it better but I need to be able to do things for myself as well."

Blaine was silent at that, his jaw clenching and his forehead creasing.

"It's nothing bad," Kurt carried on quietly. And it wasn't really. Just a lot of people talking absolute shit and Kurt letting it play on his insecurities. He just had to get a grip on himself and ignore it and then everything would be fine again. "No one's like… beating me or anything."

Blaine scowled heavier at that insinuation and Kurt realized it was probably one of the worst analogies he could have used.

"This goes against everything in me, Kurt," Blaine almost gritted out. "And you've not even told me anything. Not really."

"Trust me," Kurt begged, grasping Blaine's shoulders tightly. "Please trust that if it gets too much that I'll come to you. I promise I will, I just… need to prove to myself that I can handle this before you step in to save the day."

"I feel like you're not trusting me though, lovely. You can't even tell me what's wrong," Blaine said sadly, some frustration bleeding through now. He thought they had gotten passed this.

"I do trust you. I couldn't even last a full day before I broke down because I wanted to tell you," Kurt hastened to assure him, a stray tear streaking hot down his temple with just how much of his heart was in the next sentence. "Please believe me… I trust you with all my heart, Blaine."

Blaine's own heart skipped a beat at that statement. So sure. So felt. Blaine didn't want to read too much into it, but it made him hope that maybe Kurt was as head over heels with him as he was for the sub. He was so confident sometimes that he was and it was getting increasingly more painful not to shout out that he loved him every minute of every day.

"But you need to do this," Blaine concluded.

"I'll tell you soon," Kurt said, thumbs fitting into the sharp jut of the Doms collarbones. "I just need to handle this for myself first before anyone else gets involved."

He needed to prove to himself he could do it. He could stand up to people like Brad and those slanderous assholes who hid behind those glossy pages and not let these stupid insecurities get the better of him. And then once he'd done that… maybe Kurt could have the confidence to admit to Blaine he loved him? What would be holding him back?

"Is it another Dom?" Blaine asked bringing him back to the now. "And don't you dare lie, Kurt."

The command washed over him strongly and like a compulsion the truth came blurting passed his lips. "No. It's not a Dom."

Blaine's tensed frame eased out a little. "If it ever involves one you tell me straight away," he ordered firmly. "This is not me trying to control or belittle you, but you don't mess with Doms, Kurt. Ever. I know it's not fair but they do have an advantage over you if they're sick enough to use it and I forbid you to put yourself in that kind of danger to prove a point, I'm sorry."

Kurt melted under him, the commands taking root but the sentiment behind them warming him through. He knew this wasn't Blaine just throwing his weight and Dom voice around. This was genuine concern for his safety talking and Kurt was blessed to have this man this invested in his well-being.

"I know you're not," he assured. "And I promise I will come straight to you if it ever involves Dominants. I've seen how that ends," he finished quietly. Sadly.

Blaine sighed out hard and deep, closing his eyes briefly. "If I see this affecting you, lovely… I can't promise I won't step in."

Kurt nodded. "Okay."

"I mean it," Blaine warned. "One more tear on that beautiful face and you're spilling the whole thing."

"Yes," he agreed because deep down he kind of wanted that boundary as a safety net in case he let himself get sucked too far under.

"And they've not… touched you," Blaine asked, studying his face for any hint of a tell to say otherwise.

"No, not laid a finger on me," he said quietly.

"So it's something someone's said then?" the Dom reasoned out and Kurt could tell this wasn't going to stop.

"Blaine please…"

The Dom groaned and buried his face in his neck. "I hate this."

Kurt threaded his fingers on one hand through the Doms hair and used the other to pet lightly at his mark, tracing along the empty heart shape in the middle of the diamond. "I know."

They were silent for a few tense seconds before Kurt couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you going to punish me?" he asked in a small voice. He knew now that it wasn't as horrendous as he first thought it out to be, but that didn't mean he liked it. Plus the fact that he already felt he'd gone through a punishment already, his body was rubbed raw and aching after not even a day of trying to keep something from Blaine. It was safe to say he'd learnt his lesson.

He felt the briefest of kisses over his pounding pulse point and relaxed a little before Blaine pulled himself up to look him dead in the eye. "Are you going to try and keep something from me again?"

"No, sir."

"Do you understand why it's important to be honest with me?" he asked searching his face.

"Yes," he whispered. "I'm really sorry, sir."

"Then I forgive you… but if you do this again Kurt it'll be a worse punishment, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he nodded seriously, that cleansing feeling from after his first punishment flowing through him at the sound of Blaine forgiving him. "Thank you."

Blaine sighed and kissed him on the forehead. "You're welcome, lovely. I just want you to be safe and happy."

"You make me safe and happy," Kurt murmured to him honestly, gripping handfuls of curls loosely and tipping his chin up in a clear invitation.

Blaine didn't hesitate before ducking down and joining their mouths, morning breath be damned, tongues soon lazily tangling as they sunk back into one another re-syncing. Kurt melted into alignment, fears and doubts disappearing in a puff of smoke in these moments where Blaine was so devoted to him. Where everything was so much that Kurt was sure Blaine felt the same as him because these feelings couldn't be the result of anything less than the deepest and purest of loves.

They kissed for what seemed like hours but could only have been minutes, just stilted breathes, wet, slick sounds, choked off moans and shifting limbs against fabric and skin filling the air.

They broke apart only as someone rapped on their bedroom door.

"Did your alarm go off, doves?" Dana called to them through the wood.

Kurt sunk his head back into the pillow feeling hot and flushed all over, cock hard in his sleep pants and pressing teasingly close to where Blaine's own erection was digging into his hip.

Blaine himself pressed up on his hands and hung his head low between his shoulders. "Yes mom, we're up," he called back, voice strained and Kurt hoped to god Dana didn't jump to the right conclusion.

"Well breakfast is on the table, your father and I are heading to work… you don't have plans after school next Monday do you?"

Blaine and Kurt stared at one another confused, this was getting more awkward and more confusing by the minute. No offense to Dana because he loved that woman, but all Kurt wanted to do was kiss Blaine's face off this minute and maybe grind a little more. He bit his lip at the memory of last time and involuntarily bucked his hips up into Blaine right in the middle of him saying, "Nothing other than WaAARRbler practice."

Burnished gold met darkened blue and narrowed. "Naughty boy."

Kurt sunk his teeth into his bottom lip harder and raised his eyebrows in the perfect mix of innocence and challenge.

"Don't book anything, your father and I would like to talk to you both about something when you're not so… busy," the inference was clear and Kurt blushed down to his toes.

Oh god, she totally knew.

"Goodbye mother," Blaine said pointedly.

They heard Dana's laugh echoing down the hallway.

"I want the shower first," Kurt demanded sliding out from under his Dom and grabbing his clothes before shutting himself away.

Blaine groaned watching him go, all flushed creamy skin and elegant lines… he looked down at his throbbing cock and grimaced before face planting the pillow in frustration.

Thanks mom.

But really… his head wasn't in his pants right now despite its insistence for some loving attention. It was stuck on Kurt and what was going on with him.

From what he could gather it was a sub that was obviously saying a few choice things to him. And his desire to want to deal with it on his own was justifiable enough, hell he'd seen Sebastian in action too many times to count to be unaware that subs could more than hold their own, as well as having witnessed the sharper side of Kurt's own personality. It's just… the Dominant side of him was severely kicking up a fuss, demanding he fix it himself and care for his sub properly.

But he'd as good as promised Kurt he'd let him try to handle the situation on his own and he'd try his hardest to live up to that, he loved Kurt too much to lie to him… he'd just have to keep a closer eye on him and if he saw anything out of the ordinary or harmful then he'd act.

He wasn't letting Kurt get himself harmed out of misplaced pride, or allowing someone else to harm him ever if he could help it.

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"The soups ready!" Madeline called through from the kitchen.

"I've got the medicine!" Carmen hollered as she bustled through the front door and through to the large living area, a white bulging bag in hand.

"I've got our boy," Ryan chimed in just because and Thad rolled his bleary eyes from where he was snuggled against him on the inside of the sofa under a blanket.

"That's pretty obvious, Ry," he managed to get out before sneezing into his tissue, which then caused a round of coughing that was getting steadily more chesty.

He'd felt the oncoming's of a cold on Wednesday morning, but had powered through the day like he usually did. Math meeting at lunch, Drama club, classes all day as well as that horrendous History project he'd completed in the library with Jeff and Kurt.

His body had promptly shut that right down in a childish fit of, Oh, but I don't wanna!

Ryan had noticed the signs he was trying to ignore; head full of cotton, stuffy nose, tight chest, tickle in his throat, later that night over dinner and had scolded him for not mentioning he was feeling unwell… before doting on him within an inch of his life.

Ryan had declared he was too ill to go to school and while Thad protested- weakly as he was feeling awful admittedly- because he had perfect attendance and things to do he was overridden by his concerned Dom for his own good. Thad couldn't really grumble at the big lug when he only had his best interests at heart unfortunately.

Which brought them here this morning.

Carmen and Madeline had booked the day off immediately after Ryan had called them last night, the Dom was absolutely set against leaving Thad on his own while he was at school and no amount of coercing could change his mind. It was endearingly ridiculous.

Only… when it came time for Ryan to leave after dropping him off to his cooing parents… well, the Dom didn't even make it as far as the door. He'd taken one look at him snuggled under the blanket with a hot water bottle Madeline had forced on him, looking very sorry for himself and slid under with him saying that he didn't need a hot water bottle if he had him.

If he wasn't feeling so crappy he would have kissed the life out of the idiot.

Carmen poured the bag of medicines that could treat a small town out onto the coffee table and Thad groaned, burying his face into Ryan's chest. He hated the taste of medicine.

"It'll be over before you know it," Ryan whispered into his ear soothingly, before pecking soft kisses over the shell sighing at the red hot temperature he could feel radiating from his skin, immediately knowing what was wrong.

"Can you bring a spoon and drink through for me, sweetie?" Carmen called to her wife distractedly as she opened all the right boxes, before directing her motherly gaze on her little boy. "How you doing, baby?"

Thad uncovered his face to sniff sadly at her and Ryan made a comforting sound, gently stroking over the mark on the back of his neck. God he was so gone for him.

He could feel his own lungs ache with every cough and he wanted, more than anything else to take away the pain and hurt instead of him.

His tiny body was trembling in fever and sweat was clinging on to him, dampening Ryan's shirt but the Dom couldn't care less and he held him closer, tighter.

Thad sighed into the contact, a pseudo sort of relief pouring into him from the touch, even though it did nothing to make him better in actuality. "Okay," he murmured all blocked up and miserable.

He may complain about the attention they piled on him, but he secretly loved it all. He always knew he was safe and loved with them. Always.

Madeline came through a second later with a tray that was steaming. "I made chicken soup honey, just the way you like. Just gotta wait for it to cool a little, you can take your medicine in the meantime."

"Thanks mom," he coughed.

"Throat first," Ryan said to the two women and they nodded in agreement.

It was the worst tasting one and Ryan knew he liked to get it out of the way.

Ryan propped him up on his chest a little more and Madeline leaned in to check his temperature with the back of her hand before clucking her tongue in sympathy, stroking through his hair gently. "You run yourself down sweet boy."

Carmen poured out the right amount, guiding the spoon to his mouth before he could answer that with a negative. He cringed over the taste, the only thing stopping him from spitting it out like a five year old being Ryan's encouraging voice in his ear, his Dom's hand on the back of his neck swirling circles there.

"Good boy, I'm very proud of you," Ryan praised once he swallowed and that rush of pleasantness made it worth it.

He gestured for the glass of weak juice and Madeline hastily handed it over so Ryan could help Thad wash the taste away. Tylenol was next and they hurt a little being swallowed but he choked them down along with a few other medicines before he was allowed to collapse back against Ryan exhausted, not caring that he felt like he was melting, just wanting to be close by.

"Food now," Carmen reminded and Thad shook his head, stomach turning over at the idea.

"A few mouthfuls," Ryan commanded gently and Thad groaned but complied, allowing Carmen to spoon feed him, body too weak and achy to even care that he was being babied so much.

"We met with Dana for lunch on Wednesday," Madeline commented wanting to distract her son, sitting on the edge of a nearby couch obviously wanting to be close by. Carmen herself was perched on the coffee table itself.

"So did my parents," Ryan said looking at her briefly, before fixing his gaze back on his sick little sub. "They didn't really say what it was about."

"Dana's not running this year," Carmen said around the embarrassing mouth movement's moms made when feeding babies, opening and closing in time with the spoonful she was holding up.

Thad turned his head away from the latest one and exclaimed a throaty, "What!" that had him hacking.

Ryan tutted, rubbing circles on his back until it subsided.

"What is she planning on doing then? Just letting the others take over? Or has she asked one of you?" Ryan asked for his sub.

Madeline laughed loudly and Carmen smirked. "Us? Running?"

Ryan chuckled and conceded the point. They were far too loud for politics even if they had the slightest interest.

"No, she has someone and something else completely different in mind," Madeline smiled and Thad knew when his mother's muse had been caught. He'd seen that look a thousand times. She was invested in this, which had to mean it was good.

Whatever it was… it was for the better.

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Kurt couldn't actually believe his luck sometimes.

One minute he was meeting Blaine, the love of his life and the next he was getting paired with Brad, the bane of it, on a science project for all of next week.

"Brad and Sebastian are at the head of the class, I thought it'd be beneficial for you to be partnered with them so they could bring you up to speed faster," Mr Matthews smiled at him and Jeff. "You can chose who goes with who," he allowed before walking back towards the front of the class to start handing out the assignments.

"I'll go with Brad," Jeff offered, eyeing the boy at the front like one would a rabid dog.

Kurt looked incredulously at his best friend.

"Uh, no. You go with Seb and I'll handle, Brad," he said definitively, hating the waver that was trying to creep in. He wasn't scared of that stuck up asshole... but the idiot knew exactly what buttons to press, which nerves to hit, where to twist the knife for the most damage.

However, if it was a choice between him and Jeff enduring that for a week. Well that was a no brainer.

"Kurt… you don't have to protect me or something," Jeff frowned at him from under his fringe.

"Well maybe I just love Brad's company," Kurt sassed, hand on his heart. "Maybe I want him to be my new bestie."

Jeff chuckled under his breath. "Oh no. Help. I've been replaced."

"Yep. I just couldn't resist all that douchebag charm," he sighed dreamily and Jeff shoved him gently making Kurt giggle.

"Okay so everyone find your partners and you can start your planning!" the teacher announced and the sound of scraping chairs and hushed chatter filled the air.

Kurt shared a reassuring look with Jeff before he got up and approached Brad, slowly at first because he knew the ass wouldn't move for any partner he had, not just him, so if he could inconvenience mister 'top of the class' even a little then he would.

But soon enough the distance was eaten up and he was sliding into the chair next to the last person he wanted to see today.

"When Matthews told me I'd be lumped with either you or Sterling I didn't know what was worse," Brad drawled under his breath not even glancing in his direction as he carried on writing in his notepad. "But then I remembered that at least Sterling had some kind of breeding before he became a reject unlike you."

Kurt hackles rose on an instant like they always did when Jeff was involved. He was like a lioness protecting his cub, no doubt, no fear, just fierceness. "You say another word about him and I'll make sure I ruin you," he hissed under his breathe.

The hard resolve underlying those words actually got Brad's attention, tousled head coming around with green eyes slightly wider from shock he couldn't cover up.

He recovered though. "I'm so far above you Hummel, you can't touch me."

"You know what they say about people and pedestals," Kurt snapped back, eyebrow arching scathingly.

"Please," he scoffed but he didn't have a smart reply so Kurt counted that as a win for him.

He smirked and sat back in his chair while Brad began to fume. Ignoring him Kurt looked over the assignment and found that it wasn't too difficult, they wouldn't have to spend that much time together at all if they divided up the parts equally. He pulled a highlighter out of his bag and began to color all the parts he knew.

"How are things going with, Blaine?" came a few minutes later and Kurt narrowed his eyes on the sub next to him who was leaning into his palm, elbow propped on the desk.

"Like you care."

"Oh no I'm very interested," Brad countered, all his bad intentions written over his skin.

"Sorry what I meant was, no way on earth am I going to tell you so get lost you pretentious ass," Kurt tripped off sickening sweet.

"Cute," Brad ground his teeth over the word.

"I know," Kurt sassed casually, going back to ignoring him. He looked across the classroom and saw that Sebastian was currently explaining some things to Jeff and the blonde was nodding along seriously taking notes. He looked relaxed and happy and that made sharing the same air as the wretch next to him that much easier to swallow.

"What's he like in bed?"

Kurt lost a breath somewhere and choked on it a second later, anger and indignation boiling up in him. "Okay, listen Craig's list. You are beyond creepy and you need to find a new hobby other than obsessing over my Dom," he spat seriously, mouth a tight line. He had to fight hard not to yell it… or claw his eyes out.

"He's slept with people before… you know that right," Brad carried on relentlessly, sharp eyes discerning his every move for something to use against him.

He found his target.

Yes, Kurt knew that Blaine had slept with people before him. It was always just an elusive, uncomfortable detail in the back of Kurt's head. He didn't hate or really begrudge the experience for Blaine, after all he was a twenty two year old man not an eighteen year old teenager, but Brad was twisting things in his head again.

He leaned in. "All that experience must be hard to live up to. What's your secret, Hummel? Learn some special skills back in the slums?"

"Not everyone is as disgusting as you," Kurt retorted, feeling his whole face flush vividly with the depth of his anger.

Don't listen. He's only trying to get a rise out of you.

Brad grinned slowly. "Oh what's this? Virgin, Hummel? What a shocker!"

"Slut, Brad? Not a surprise," he fired back just as the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson. He gathered up his things quickly not caring that they hadn't even discussed the project. If he knew Brad then the sub wasn't going to just not do anything and ruin his grad point average so at least he was safe from getting a shit grade at least.

He stalked over to Jeff and put on his game face. He wasn't going to let Brad get to him like last time.

"You okay, Kurt?" Sebastian asked, eyeing him first, then over to Brad suspiciously.

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

---

Corrine came strutting out of their walk in closest- a must have apparently when they were apartment searching- in her third outfit of the day and fifth pair of heels.

It wasn't that David didn't enjoy watching all that hot, it was the fact that it was getting him hot and there was not enough time to fix that kind of problem, they were already late for meeting their parents at the restaurant for dinner as it was.

"What about these?" she asked, proffering her leg and pointing her dainty toes in the red kitten heels with silver bows on the backs. Yes, he knew what kitten heels were after Corrine had threatened to bury one in his ass in one of their more memorable fights.

"Amazing, babe."

She groaned and pouted, hands going to her hips that were enticingly encased in a formfitting little black dress. "You said that about the last pair!"

David rose from his slump on their bed and approached her, hands sliding perfectly into the dip of her waist and then around and down towards her perky bum.

It proved more of a distraction for him than her.

She simply raised an unimpressed brow at his unsubtle attempts at manhandling her. "That's because you could wear a paper bag and still be the sexiest little thing to walk to planet," he purred at her, the honesty in the tone giving it its raw edge, ducking down to place a light kiss against the corner of her mouth.

She seemed to melt a little into that before she straightened once more.

"Are you comparing my outfit to a paper bag?" she asked deadpan and David winced before pulling back incrementally knowing he had to tread very carefully here.

"No," he drew out slowly, hoping to placate her.

Her brows drew down. "David…"

"Not gonna concentrate on the sexy part are we, babe?" he sighed and she suddenly smirked, full red lips revealing bright white teeth.

She smoothed her hands over his suit jacket lapels and then up over his shoulders. "I guess you're just gonna have to make it up to me sir," she demurred, fluttering those long lashes, her tongue rolling over the address obscenely.

She knew exactly what she was doing and fuck if it didn't turn him on every damn time. He loved her fire. When she pushed a little, fought a little and stood her ground against him. Status aside, he always considered her his equal. They may have different roles in the relationship, might need different things from one another, but David had always been attracted to the fact that she just didn't take his shit. She was multifaceted like a diamond, completely submissive one second then a lioness the next but completely beautiful on all her sides and David had never thought to find someone so perfect.

"We have reservations, sweetness," David reminded her before leaning into her ear. "But we'll see about rewards when we get home hm?"

She full body shivered and David almost said screw it and took her to bed there and then… it was only the serious tone of his mother's voice over the phone when she'd called yesterday to arrange the meet up with both his and Corrine's parents that stopped him however. Something big was happening and the Dominant in him demanded to know what. If it would affect his sub in any way. If he could help his family.

He pecked his girl on the cheek and pulled back, tapping her cute bum once for good measure. "Go grab a purse and I'll get your coat for you."

She only looked disappointed at the lack of contact for a second before she shrugged it off and smiled at him brightly raising on her toes, because she still didn't reach his head height even in heels, to kiss him full on the mouth, wiping away the small transfer of lipstick with her thumb before bouncing back into her wonderland boutique.

"And the first one you chose you have to stick with, sweetness," he called the command to her gently. His mother was going to lecture him as it was, he'd rather not push the boundaries all the way out and turn up at dessert. She'd probably turn him over her knee, Dom and adult regardless.

"Babe," she whined and he rolled his eyes.

"You heard me, Corrine," he stated firmly, though there was a fond grin and chuckle working at his throat as he headed for the hall closet.

He could practically hear Corrine pout again and he smirked, the curiosity of what his parents were so secretive about still making him squirm in anticipation.

He just hoped it wasn't something bad.

---

Saturday

---

"Nick sweetheart, do you think you could stop moping for long enough to set the table?" Lucy asked with a smirk as she eyed her son who sat across from her on a stool at the kitchen island.

He dropped by for their traditional Saturday family lunch, sunshine smile replaced with a mean pout and bright eyes darkened and downturned.

He proceeded to trudge about the house for hours, sighing forlornly like a maiden from a romance novel until he decided he had nothing to do and just slumped into his chair watching his mom prepare their lunch.

"I'm not moping," he denied as he took the offered plates and carried them to the table, the usual spring in his step almost entirely gone.

"Sure you're not," she stated dryly, rolling her eyes fondly at his antics. "Nick baby you can't fool a mother. Now what's gotten into you?" she asked setting a bowl of salad on the table and looking at her son as he tried to find an excuse before his shoulders dropped and he sighed heavily.

"Jeff went home for a couple of days."

She raised an eyebrow. "That's not against the law baby. He's spending time with his family."

"I know," he whined. "It's just…I…I miss him," he admitted quietly, staring down at tabletop resolutely as his face tinged a little pink and she chuckled at him.

"He'll be back tomorrow night, I'm sure you'll survive," she teased and he scowled at her.

"Yeah but he left Thursday night. I didn't know he had no classes this Friday because of some science fair thing...again...seriously how many of those could you possibly need in high school? I brought his hot chocolate and wrote his joke and he wasn't there," he whined and cringed at his own voice as he realized he sounded like Blaine and Ryan put together. The two people he'd mocked over acting like this, laughed at them and found them ridiculous…

But now he missed his blonde angel and he couldn't think of a better way to show it but to whine, maturity be damned. Blaine and Ryan were onto something clearly.

His mother stared at him with an unsure expression on her face all of a sudden and he looked up at her in surprise.

"What?" he asked and she pulled his hand to get him to sit down next to her.

"Nick…are you sure you're not pushing him? Are you sure you're giving him the space and the time he needs?" she asked and he gaped, full on jaw dropping down to his toes.

"Mom…I…of course I am I'd never do anything…ANYTHING to hurt him god…I...I love him too much to do that," he said, sincerity lighting his every word and it was strange, he knew he loved Jeff, was surer of the feeling every day but admitting it out loud when he'd held himself back so many times was always freeing and disappointing in a way he didn't expect. He wanted to be saying it to Jeff… not everyone else.

His mother she smiled sadly at him.

"I know darling I just had to make sure. His parents are afraid for him and I don't want them to have the reason to be…not when it comes to you," she explained cautiously and he frowned.

"His parents? How do you know them?" he asked and she turned to look at her husband who walked in on their conversation just in time to realize where it was going.

Together they tuned him into their plans and he sat there, shocked and disbelieving and proud.

"I…I want in…I want to help," he demanded on an excited exhale and they smiled.

"We figured you might say that. Because of Jeff, yes?" Andree asked his son and he nodded.

"Mostly. I know it's the right thing to do but I can't lie and say he isn't the main reason. He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and he's so broken dad, so scared and hurt and I can't…I can't stand it…even if he's never mine. Even if he chooses someone else…if that makes him whole again…I'll be happy," he said and they hugged him, praying that he ended up being the one staying by Jeff's side after he was done gluing the shattered pieces of the young sub together.

---

"They could have told us over the phone," Sebastian scowled at their parents as he sat next to Dave on the couch, the open layout of their apartment allowing them to snuggle in the living room, while being able to see into the kitchen at the same time.

Two sets of parents were flitting around the modern looking kitchen, reheating piles of food they dragged with them to their apartment and pouring drinks.

"You're just mad because you had to get out of bed on a Saturday," Dave teased him with a soft tickle under his ribs and the sub swatted his hand, scowl deepening dangerously as he crossed his hands over his chest.

Sebastian was religious about his Saturdays. He refused to get out of bed unless he had to go to the bathroom or eat something and demanded that Dave stay with him. The Dom knew that underneath all the crass innuendos his sub just wanted him to stay close and hold him.

"I was warm. And comfortable," he huffed petulantly and turned a devious look at his Dom leaning in and brushing his ear with his lips. "And horny."

"Babe..." Dave warned him, tightening the hold of his fingers on his thigh as he felt his pulse speed up from the growl in his subs voice.

"I'm just saying. I had a nice dream. You were holding me up against a wall and you were wearing that black shirt I love so much on you and…" he was cut off with a forceful kiss as Dave slanted their lips together, swallowing a whimper the sub would deny with his last breath.

Threading his fingers through styled hair he tipped Sebastian's head back and pulled back from the kiss enough to be able to speak, stealing breath from between trembling lips.

"You know very well you're not supposed to make me hard in front of our parents. After they're gone, you'll be given five minutes to undress and settle yourself onto the bed. I will do what I please with you, but you won't come. Not until I decide you have learned your lesson," he growled into his mouth feeling that lithe body he worshiped tremble next to him, eyes glassy and reminding Dave of how beautifully his he was every time he fell into subspace.

It surprised him, the first time it happened.

He'd read of the couples who never reached it; never got to the point where the sub's body succumbed completely and his mind shut off.

They were making love, Sebastian's hands tied to the bedposts, his eyes covered and lips curling around delicious whimpers that made Dave crazy.

He praised him, thrust into him, kissed him, bit his skin and marked him and all of a sudden his sub wasn't there anymore. The body under him was pliant, stripes of come painting his stomach as his head lolled to the side, his hands stopping the trashing they did against his restraints.

Dave had paused in confusion, scared out of his mind before realization dawned on him and he pulled out of his sub, curling next to him, releasing his hands and pulling the blindfold off his eyes before scooping him into his arms and keeping him warm as he waited for him to come back.

He drifted back half an hour later, trembling and a little bit scared but smiling and happy and more adorable than he had ever been when he curled up under Dave's arm exhausted.

It was one of Dave's happiest memories and the look his sub was giving him now reminded him strongly of his boy so far gone because of him, he wanted to just strip him bare and make it happen again and again and again.

He tightened his hold on Sebastian's hair making the sub gasp when he heard a cough coming from behind them.

The jumped and sprang apart finding their parents smirking at them from the kitchen.

"Lunch is ready boys," Dominic said and the two of them stood up, trying to cover up the signs of how lost they were in each other as they sat at the table and piled food onto their plates to avert the attention from their flustered faces.

"Boys, there's a reason we invaded your sacred Saturday," Paul began after getting a nod from Dominic, putting air quotes around it teasingly.

"We figured," Dave said and Sebastian tilted his head curiously, green eyes flicking from his parents to Dave's in question.

"We met with Dana Anderson a few days ago. We came to some conclusions and decisions and we decided we wanted the kids in the know as well," Paul said and Sebastian chuckled, twirling his fork through his fingers.

"You sound like you killed someone and you need us to help you hide the body," he teased and their parents laughed.

"No. This is a good thing. Or it will be if it works," he stated and Dave rolled his eyes.

"Dad, please get to it while we're still young."

Paul nodded, taking a deep breath before filling them in with the information of their meeting and their plans.

Both boys sat shocked after he had finished but Dave recovered faster with a blinding smile.

"That is so badass. I want in," he said, the sound of his voice pulling Sebastian out of his stupor.

"What mister classy over here said," he said, nudging his Dom with his shoulder and they spent the rest of the lunch plotting and planning.

---

Sunday

---

"Dad? Are you in here?" Miriam peeked through the door of her dad's office, frowning when she found it empty and quiet.

Her father rarely left his desk during office hours in case he was needed and not finding him there, leaning above a stack of papers and pushing his glasses up every minute or two surprised her a lot.

She pushed the door wide and walked in, looking left and right calling out for him again in case he was in the adjoined bathroom or the little nook where he kept his books and file cabinets.

"Dad?"

"In here!" she heard his voice coming from behind the wooden arch separating the main space of his office from the 'library'.

Smiling widely she walked towards it, clutching her brief case in her hand.

"Hey sweetie. What brings you here?" he asked as he hopped from the ladder, a heavy book in his hand and a coat of dust sticking to the sleeve of his blazer.

"Can't a girl drop by and visit her favorite dad?" she teased as she brushed the dust away from his suit and smiled sweetly.

"She can, but she usually doesn't. It makes her only dad very sad sometimes," he joked with a mock pout and she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Yes…you're truly heartbroken," she rolled her eyes before poking him in the chest. "Admit that you use the fact that neither mom nor I are here to eat unhealthy snacks instead of a proper lunch. Which by the way…we're going to get…now," she said and he raised his hands in surrender, smiling bashfully at being called out on his workaholic tendencies.

"Fine by me. Lunch it is. Where'd you wanna go?" he asked her as he deposited the book on his desk and took his wallet and his cell phone out of his top drawer, placing them in his pocket and shrugging on his coat.

"How about Marcel's? I'm craving mushroom ravioli," she suggested bouncing on her toes towards the door and he side glanced her.

"That's oddly specific. Are you pregnant?" he asked and she stumbled ungracefully, hitting her elbow on the doorframe.

"What!? Dad no... just… just no…ugh…stop talking," she stammered, blushing and glared when he chuckled, drawing her close with a hand around her shoulder still laughing like a mad man as they walked around the corner towards the tiny little Italian restaurant.

It's rather weird location, in the backyard of a building two blocks from Jack's office, made sure that reservations weren't necessary because not many people knew about it. Those who did know however, came back all the time because the space was cozy and warm, the staff friendly and polite and the food was to die for.

They'd placed their orders and were sipping their drinks as they waited for their food to come when Jack decided to cut to the chase.

"Okay honey, not that I don't love that you came to drag me out for a proper lunch and that I get to spend some time with you but you've been jumpy and clutching that bag since we sat here, so why don't you tell me what's been bothering you?" he asked and she smiled with a blush on her face.

"Am I that obvious?" she said and he took her hand across the table.

"I'm your dad. I know every shift and every flicker of emotion on your face. Is there something wrong? Are you ill? Is it Wes? Do I need to kick his ass, because I will, you know. Hikaru's son or not I'll kick him so hard his grandchildren will have bruised asses and…"

"Dad…dad stop…stop…I'm fine. I'm not ill and Wes is as perfect of a Dom as he was the first day we met so no ass kicking and no bruising the nonexistent grandchildren for now okay?" she cut him off giggling into her glass of orange juice.

"Oh good. I'm not much of a fighter anyway," he said and she nodded taking in his light brown, floppy hair, gentle face with sweet brown eyes, slim stature and kind of clumsy disposition.

He was an amazing Dom, but he had a point. He wouldn't stand a chance in a fight.

"Um…okay so lately I've been thinking about something. You know I'm trying to write my master's thesis and base it on something that's going to be applicable in real life, not just a good theory. So…I developed this theory of money distribution and flow and the way I see it it's pretty manageable to fill the gap between social classes and make the money issues of the lower classes almost nonexistent," she started and he looked at her fascinated by the young girl he had, somehow, helped create.

Fierce and driven and intelligent, he was so proud of who she was.

"Do you have the draft of this theory? Do you mind if I take a look?" he asked and she paused for a second before she dug into her bag and brought out a light blue binder filled with flow charts, diagrams and formulas.

"Now I know it's not finished and it's not tested but just…just tell me if it's worth working on?" she asked anxiously and he catalogued the ideas she had into his mind, financial analyst coming out to play.

Invest in schools, availability for loans as a startup for small businesses, award scholarships for higher education, built infrastructure via hiring the people from lower casts to enable them to make money while at the same time improving their own living conditions and so on and so on…

He could tell the work was just theory at this point but what got to him was how meticulous she was, how detail oriented and precise. He couldn't find a single hole in her theory so far that would crash the whole thing. She would need help from experienced people to upgrade and turn theory into an applicable model of a well-functioning system but from where he stood his daughter, single handedly, had created a workable basis for their future.

"Miriam…" he started but she groaned.

"Did I mess it up…I triple checked everything to coincide with the known theory and it was hard because nobody ever cared about doing this and what is up with that dad? Why did no one ever try to make it better…and fine maybe I messed up but at least I tries to think of something and-"

"And you made it," he cut her off and she blinked in confusion for a moment before his words got to her.

"What?" she breathed out and he smiled proudly.

"You did it princess. This…Miriam this is a work of a team of experienced, supernaturally intelligent business people that you managed to do all by yourself and I can't tell you how proud I am," he praised, maybe going over the top a little but he was just so god damned proud of her!

She felt her cheeks redden, her mind immediately going to Wes and how she couldn't wait to tell him she actually did it.

"Really?" she had to check again and her dad nodded, a thought coming to mind.

"Really. Do you mind…would you mind if I show this to Dana and a few other people I trust?" he asked and she nodded but her face was curious until her dad filled her in on the meeting they had and the plans they outlined; plans that would now include her genius theory if she agreed to it.

"Agree? Of course I agree! I never meant for this to remain just ink on paper. I want to see the world change for the better and if my idea helps then by all means show it to whoever you'd like. I've got other things I want to work on while you have that," she clapped her hands happily.

"Really? What have you came up with now?" he asked at the same time the waiter came back with their food and they both dug in with appetite.

"I want to write an article for my blog and the Dalton newspaper," she answered, blowing on her ravioli to cool them down.

"About?" he prompted twirling his spaghetti onto his fork.

"I met this amazing girl the other day. She's a friend of Kurt's…you know Kurt, Blaine's sub…and she said that she had a Dom and they were moving in together, in love and clearly happy together but she had accepted the fact that they would never truly bond because they had no money for it. And it made me so sad because what if it were Wes and me. So I called them and asked if they would be willing to meet with me and answer a few questions for the article. I want to raise awareness," she said and he nodded.

"It's a good idea, for sure. You think they'll agree?" he asked and she shrugged sipping her juice.

"Let's hope so," she murmured and they continued eating their lunch in comfortable silence, heads swimming with plans and anticipation of the fight ahead of them.

---

Coming back to school after spending the weekend at home felt more like coming back from outer space to Jeff as he traversed the semi full hallways from his room to the small cafe to get some tea before settling down for the night; his throat feeling slightly itchy.

He was taking in the gentle noise that wasn't intolerable, but was still inseparable from the gigantic school he now attended. There were always people bustling in the hallways, screaming at one another from their rooms, playing videogames in the common room or listening to music with their doors ajar so the sound drifted outside.

It had unnerved him at first being in the constant presence of so many people. So much noise, so many voices and so many possibilities for him to rile someone up without even realizing it and to get hurt. Slowly he got used to it and the never ending chatter became comforting in the middle of the night when he would wake up from a nightmare.

Dalton was his dream for such a long time and it seemed almost unreal that it was proving to be exactly what he had always hoped for. Like a living breathing thing, offering to be his friend and keeping him safe with its thick walls and fences locked at night.

Which is why talking to his parents over the last few days made him anxious… scared.

They were talking about changing the world, about making it better, but to him this was better than were he'd come from. Dalton and the way it was run and the people here. Sure there were a few individuals that weren't as welcoming or understanding as the majority, but you were going to get that in any society that wasn't some kind of utopia.

But they were talking about changing that. Uprooting the new routine and life he'd settled into here and that was terrifying. He was fine where he was right now. A little bit jaded, a lot closed off and scared but never hurt, never touched the way he didn't want to, never humiliated… and they would change it.

Logically he knew that this was necessary.

This was recognizing the needs of all of the people instead of just superficially enabling the upper class. They weren't striving for that elusive perfection anymore that the rich were so dead set on achieving, because really, there was no such thing. People's perceptions of perfect were so vastly diverse that it was quite impossible to cater to everyone's ideal and so time and money and resources were wasted when it could really be making a difference.

But logic wasn't what ruled him most of the time, he was built on tattered emotion and abused feelings.

Jeff stopped by the window in the hallway and opened up one to inhale some fresh evening air feeling the threat of a panic attack shake his body.

He felt like a sailor that set out to the open sea when the water was still as glass and just when he started to enjoy, the storm crashed in and capsized him.

He wanted a better world; for his friends, his parents, his loved ones, Nick…

But for him…this world was enough. He understood this world, he knew who he was here, he knew the things he could have and the ones he couldn't. He trained, conditioned himself, to get used to this world and he didn't know if he had it in him to get used to another one…a different one. He was terrified of tomorrow and what it would bring.

The chill air from outside was hitting him in the face and his skin was prickling when he suddenly heard the voice that made his entire body warm again and he turned slowly.

"Hey, Jeff. You're back! I missed you while you…whoa…Jeff...angel what's happening?" Nick was positively giddy when he saw the shock of platinum blonde hair and he rushed to greet the other boy but when he turned around it was like someone punched him in the gut.

Jeff's cheeks were pale and sunken, his eyes rimmed with purplish shadow and there was this look of sheer panic on his face that almost made him sick when the blonde refused to answer.

"Jeff…come on tell me what's happening and maybe I can help…I can't stand to see you like this sweetheart," Nick pleaded but Jeff just shook his head and wrapped his arms around his own body, as if he was trying to stop the shivers from tearing him apart completely.

He wanted to let Nick make it better, he wanted him to make it all go away and to make him new and shiny and okay again, but there was no way for that to happen so he kept his head down, quiet and trembling.

He was trying to think of something to say to turn the attention away from what he was feeling, but before he could there were arms around him and his mind kicked into overdrive; body tensing instinctively, heart rate spiking and breathing laboring.

He used to hold him like that in front of people; to show them that he owned him, that he controlled him. And he would tighten the grip just like that every time he thought someone else was watching him, or when he thought Jeff was watching someone else; embrace tight and painful, constricting, suffocating and sending a message to Jeff.

You're mine.

I own you.

I control you.

Nobody else will want you.

Nobody else will ever have you but me.

Jeff hated feeling like that. Hated the toxic sludge it seemed to layer him in inside and out. Hated the feeling of those arms around him again, keeping him caged and owned.

He couldn't breathe.

Not again, his tattered soul begged him. Please.

Panic rushing through his mind he ripped his body away from the one suffocating him and pried the vice like hands away from himself, backing up on shaky legs.

"I…"

Got something to say, pet? The taunting, vicious echo in his head simpered at him, taking him back to all those times he tried to fight, tried to run…

"Jeff?" Nick asked concerned.

You know better than to backtalk me. I own you!

"I don't belong to you," he whispered barely audible, eyes unseeing as he got lost in his own head.

I don't think I heard you right, pet. SPEAK UP!

"I don't belong to you!" he repeated, nearly a shout as he crashed back to the now, quivering violently but ready to fight for his right to belong to himself and himself only.

Without looking up he turned around and fled towards his room like the devil was on his heels leaving behind a pair of warm, chocolate brown eyes, filled to the brim with silent tears and hands clutched into fists at the sides of a shaking body.

Nick messed up.

The sinking hollow pit in his stomach said that without words, but oh fuck he'd messed up so badly, even though he'd promised that he wouldn't and he had no idea how to fix it now.

Shit… shit, shit, shit!

His head was spinning with the enormity of what he'd just done.

He'd hurt him…he'd made him scared, he'd made him feel threatened and it pained him to even think that he was the one responsible, but the real twist to the knife was that he knew it was him. He'd crossed clear boundaries letting himself act on a spur of the moment instinct and the fact that he missed the sub so god damned much, instead of thinking it through and now Jeff was hiding from him terrified.

He wasn't so self-involved to think that it was all him. That sorry excuse for a Dom had done the damage long before he showed up, but Nick had just reopened the old wound.

He wanted to kick both of their asses.

Pushing a hand through his hair he leaned back against a wall and slid down until he was sitting in the middle of the hallway, fingers shaking and heart shattering at the thought of what he had broken without even trying to.

He wanted to run after him. God did he want to. He wanted to make this okay again. They were getting on so well lately, he had really thought they were making progress, he was making plans for them! It took one wrong decision, one hug to bring it all crumbling down.

Talk to him, the Dom in him was practically demanding… but he couldn't. Jeff wouldn't listen to him right now and no matter how much it ached and burned under his skin he had to respect his space. Not doing that was what got him into this mess in the first place.

Would he forgive him? Would he let him close again? Or was that it?

The last time he would ever hold his angel in his arms.

---

Monday

---

"For the last time Trent, we're not doing Eminem!" Wes growled at the Dom.

"But he's sick!" was argued back and Wes rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure the judges would really appreciate our singing voices when we're censoring every other word," Wes said dryly.

"He doesn't swear that much," he pouted.

"Fuck off he doesn't," David grinned trying to be clever and Wes smacked him in the chest.

"Ow! Nipple dude!"

There was a few scattered chuckles across the room until Wes glared them down. None of them were taking this seriously enough… again! This was why they never got anywhere last year. They all said they wanted to compete but when it came down to crunch time attention spans were short, priorities were elsewhere and time grew short. He knew they all had busy lives, hell he wasn't as invested in the Warblers as he probably should have been last year what with the studio really picking up but he wasn't half-assing it this time. And neither were they.

Sensing the impending rant Blaine cleared his throat. "How about a group song from our wheelhouse… Maroon 5, Katy Perry, Pink?"

"We can't be predictable," Sebastian disagreed from the window seat, the gloomy fall day blustering behind him through the glass. "We need to mix it up if we want to win, they would have done their homework on us if they're not totally incompetent."

"Not everyone's an evil mastermind like you," Nick joked weakly and Sebastian rolled his eyes dismissively at him, the fuck you silently implicit of course.

Their resident comedian was not nearly as bright today as he usually was and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that it had everything to do with a certain blonde sub curled up into Kurt's side trying to be as small as possible.

Jeff had been stuck to Kurt like glue the whole day, clearly upset and troubled but silent in his sadness, simply seeking out the physical comfort of his best friend and Blaine had stepped back to make room. There was no way he was telling Jeff to get lost, he'd have to be completely unfeeling for that to happen and so when practice rolled around Blaine had left the two on one couch and had taken up with his own sorry looking best friend.

He hoped this sudden rift between the pair wasn't permanent. They all knew there was going to be bumps in the road for them and they looked like they had been making leaps and bounds of progress before this.

What had gone wrong?

"I'm here! What did I miss?" Ryan came bursting through the door, out of breathe and phone clutched in his hand, knocking Blaine from his own head.

"The locker rooms are on the other side of the building, Ry," Trent snorted as a few of them looked at the built jock in confusion.

"Thad's sick and didn't want to miss anything," Ryan shrugged closing the door behind him and taking the spare seat next to Kurt, flashing him a smile which the sub returned.

"So he sent you in his place or you volunteered?" David asked carefully, face suspiciously neutral.

"Does it matter?" Jon sniggered. "He's still whipped either way."

There was another round of laughter and Ryan scowled at them… as did most of the subs in the room other than Sebastian who just looked bored as usual.

"I think it's sweet," Kurt spoke up squeezing Ryan's arm in support, trying not to dislodge Jeff's head to much from the perch on his shoulder, and the Dom straightened up with a big grin.

"Thanks, Kurt. You're my new favorite," he declared and a few of them fake cried, faux wounded.

There was a growl across from them and the pair glanced up to see Blaine glaring at the point of contact between them. Kurt rolled his eyes but removed the hand. When they were bonded properly this possessive jealousy wouldn't be as bad, but until then Kurt wasn't going to provoke it no matter how hot Blaine looked all broody and dark.

"Maybe we should forget about Sectionals for now and concentrate on something else?" Kurt suggested trying to get his wayward mind and teenage hormones back on track. "We've got the charity night coming up that I wanted to talk to everyone about."

"And the Winter Formal," David chipped in tapping on his scattered notes.

"No more Christmas songs, I beg of you!" Trent groaned, slouching down in his seat and throwing his hands up. "We do that every year."

"That's because it's the Winter Formal," Wes sighed, exaggerating the words for him like he was five.

"I know what it means," Trent huffed, pouting when everyone laughed at him. "I just think it's boring."

"Thad likes Christmas songs," Ryan chipped in not because he wanted to be helpful, but because he just wanted to talk about his sub.

"We'll do a mix… some season appropriate choices and we'll audition a few spots," Wes decided and David nodded his agreement. "Ryan, can you text Thad and ask, we need a full council vote before we put it to everyone else."

"Already ahead of you," the jock said tapping at his phone. The reply was almost immediate. "He said yes… oh and that he wants, Let It Snow. That's his favorite."

"We know," they all said in unison, other than Kurt and Jeff, and Ryan just simply raised his brows at them.

"Warblers?" Wes asked and they all chorused their consensus. Wes banged his gavel with relish. "Okay. Formal is in three weeks so we'll audition on Thursday to avoid clashes with football games and extra practices. Now Kurt, if you want to take the floor?"

The sub cleared his throat and smiled at them. "Well basically I've gone through what you guys usually do for the charity night with Blaine and decided to keep the hour set length the same but basically you're gonna be able to sing whatever you want. It'll be after the art show and the fashion show and basically just a good way to keep people happy and high energy so you can go a little wild, no restrictions."

There was a chorus of claps and cheers that followed.

"Hallelujah!"

"You rock, Kurt!"

Kurt laughed and ducked his head before looking at Wes again after a proud, reassuring nod and beam from Blaine. "So maybe we can hold the charity night auditions with the formals?"

David noted it down as Wes nodded. "The council will discuss the number of solo, duet and group spots and text you all over tomorrow so you have a few days to prepare something."

"That just leaves us with Sectionals after Christmas," Blaine prompted.

"These auditions might be a good way to decide on songs and partners," Nick suggested absently, his eyes were firmly on Jeff who had his fixed on his own lap.

"A good point," Wes conceded grudgingly.

David clapped his hands. "Okay so how about we do some actual singing!"

They all sat and stood more attentively at that suggestion as David began to lead them through their warm up… even Ryan tried to join in much to everyone's distress and amusement.

The only one that didn't open their mouths was a certain blonde sub, with fingers running soothingly through his hair.

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Miriam was already sipping her coffee when she turned around at the sound of the doorbell jingling of the quaint coffee shop next to the mall and saw Mercedes walk in donned in tight, worn, black jeans and a purple top with a confident, good looking blonde man similarly dressed in denims and a green stretched out Henley, that could be no one but her Dom, Sam Evans.

She spoke to him on the phone when they arranged the meeting and even though she told them parts of what she would need from them she kept the details to herself, firmly believing that some things were better discussed in person then over the phone.

He sounded polite enough, if a little wary and she had a really good feeling about this when they finally saw her and headed her way.

"Hi, Miriam. This is Sam, my Dom," Mercedes introduced them as she smiled at Miriam sweetly and Miriam felt her nerves calm slightly as she shook the blonde's man hand and received a warm, friendly smile from him as well.

"Nice to meet you," he said shaking her hand and his voice was so obviously dominant but at the same time reassuring and calm, she felt much better.

"You too. Please take a seat. I'll go get a refill since I've been sitting here a while. What are you drinking? It's on me since I dragged you out here on a weeknight," she tried to pass her offer to pay as a common courtesy as she knew they couldn't afford coffee shops. She would have gone closer to them but there wasn't any coffee shops in Lima and Mercedes knew this one from when she came to visit Kurt she'd assured.

"Oh you don't have to do that," Sam objected but she shook her head.

"You're helping me get my degree. Trust me a coffee is the least I can give you back," she smiled and he nodded, gesturing for Mercedes to order what she wanted, wrapping his arm around the back of her chair.

"What's it gonna be pretty girl?" he asked her and she melted into his arms for a moment leaving Miriam with a sudden urge to scream at the world for how unfair it was that they couldn't seal their bond when they fit so well together.

Suddenly she wanted Wes by her side so she slid her fingers around her neck to touch a thin golden chain with a pendant shaped like a dove. Wes had given it to her and he wore the same one around his own neck. He told her to touch it and think of him whenever she needed comfort and that he'd know she thought of him.

She never believed in telepathy, way too analytic for that, but it still gave her the comfort she needed as she walked over to the bar and picked up their drinks along with a plate of biscuits and sat back down at the table to talk to the lovely couple.

"So um…you must be wondering why exactly I called you," she started carefully and the couple exchanged a look before nodding.

"We understood that this would be some sort of an interview but you didn't really mention what for so maybe you could explain it a bit better before we decide what to do?" Sam suggested and his voice was polite, stoic and curious at the same time.

"Absolutely. Well here's what's happening, or well at least what I'm allowed to tell you at this point in time. Some of the more powerful Dom's are rebelling against the system as it is right now. About time if you ask me. They have big plans and things will soon be put in motion to better our corner of the world and while I can't tell you more than that, because it's still not public, I can tell you I have full faith the idea and the people behind it. One of them is me actually. And that's the part I can talk about. I'm the editor of the newspapers at Dalton as well as a decently recognized political-slash-financial blogger. I want to raise awareness of how hard it is to live 'on the other side'," she explained, nimble fingers drawing quotation marks in the air elegantly.

"How do you plan to do that?" Sam asked her pulling his coffee closer to him and she could tell by their expressions they were intrigued and maybe just a little bit hopeful about their future.

"Well I've already taken some steps to make sure the public knew what my opinion of the inequality we live in is. I've written critiques of the high society and also turned my master's thesis into a project on creating a system where money would be fluctuating and distributing equally. I would like my next step to be an interview with someone who's been through the struggles and the downsides. I want to show the world that love is being tortured and extinguished because of the inequality. I would, naturally, protect your identities, no names, no way for people to reach you unless you want them to. Just my questions and your honest answers to them," she told them passionately and Sam frowned while Mercedes bit her lip and looked down.

"So um…let me get this straight. Powerful Doms are rioting, you're rioting and you want us to help you riot?" Sam asked, eyebrows rising and Mercedes glared at him, catching him in the ribs with her elbow.

"God Sam, it's not one of your fantasy novels. They could actually be changing the world with this. I want to help," she said in a single breath, frowning at her Dom.

"No actually, he's right. Simply put, there is a riot coming our way and I want to be a part of it. With your help."

Sam beamed.

"See…riots," he said like he had just announced he had won a Nobel Prize and Mercedes couldn't help but grin and shake her head at the other girl at her Doms antics.

"So this interview, what would we talk about?" Sam asked after his pride ebbed slightly and Miriam took out a notebook from her bag.

"We'd start off with some basic information on the two of you, like when did you meet and things like that, then we'd talk about how it feels like to be in a relationship like that, knowing you can't bond… and finally we'd discuss your opinions on current situation and what needs to be changed. Basically I want to allow the world to compare your bond to their own, or those around them and realize that they are exactly the same and yet they don't get the same happy ending," she stated and Mercedes felt her eyes tear up.

She wanted so desperately to show the world how worthy her love for Sam was of a proper bond and she'd resigned herself to that never happening. Come to peace with it because there was no way for her to do it…until now.

"I want to do it," she breathed turning to face Sam who still looked apprehensive.

"Are you going to interview another couple with the same questions? A rich one?" he asked and Miriam's lips parted, forehead creasing in thought.

"I…I actually haven't thought of that but it's an amazing idea. Like a comparison between two worlds that are actually almost the same. Do you mind if I use that?" she said thoughtfully and wrote the idea down inside her notebook after his confirming nod, thinking about who she could call.

It would have to be a fully bonded, long term, stable couple.

Excluding herself and Wes, it left Thad and Ryan, David and Corrine and Dave and Seb but she figured the last couple wasn't a representative case since Dave wasn't born into wealth so he wasn't a typical 'rich Dom'.

She figured she would have to think about whom of the other two couples would work better and she flipped her notebook back onto the page with outlined questions as the couple in front of her discussed in silence what their final answer would be.

She knew she had Mercedes on her side and if the look on Sam's face whenever he saw her was anything to go by, he was as smitten with her as Ryan was with Thad, which meant he'd never deny her anything.

As if on cue the blonde turned towards her and smiled.

"We'd love to be a part of this. When do we start?" he asked and Miriam almost bounced in excitement.

"Well we can start right now if you'd like and if at some point you feel like you want to stop, say the word and we'll pick it up another time. Sound good?" she asked and they both smiled.

"Sounds amazing," Mercedes said as she leaned into Sam and allowed him to answer the first couple of questions, consisting of how long were they together, how they met and trivial things like that before the questions got serious. Eventually Sam's gentle smile stretched into a frustrated line and Mercedes' excited voice quieted and dulled.

Miriam knew it hurt them to talk about it and she hated making them relive the things that burned, but she could tell how proud they were of what they made for themselves and how much they loved each other.

Somewhere in between frowns, anger and spilt tears there was hope shining and Miriam knew they would endure and come out on top. As they wrapped up their meeting with all of the questions answers and written down, the hugs and the thank you's they gave her told her that they were fighters.

And those who fought always had a better chance of winning then those that stepped back or hid.

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"I had an interesting conversation with Miriam today," Wes said dabbing at his lips with a light blue napkin and eyeing his dad and stepmom with a challenging smirk on his face.

He was having dinner at his parents tonight having dropped Miriam off at a coffee shop so she could interview Mercedes and Sam and then planning on swinging back that way when she was done to pick her up. It was the conversation that led to that journey that he was concentrating on right now.

"Well son… I find it concerning that you don't have interesting conversations with her every day," Hikaru said frowning disapprovingly, but Wes was determined not to let his dad's goofing around sway him from his original topic of conversation.

He was pretty disappointed that they didn't mention a single thing to him about this revolution of theirs when everybody else seemed to know.

After his talk with Miriam he had called David and Corrine and they both already knew, Sebastian and Dave knew as well as Thad and Ryan. Nick was informed and though he could get a hold of Kurt and Blaine he was sure they were pretty familiar with the information as well given who Blaine's parents were.

So basically he was the only one who had no idea and it didn't sit well with him because usually, he was the one with all the latest information and he was the one who got to act all high and mighty for knowing something nobody else knew. It may be childish and petulant but that was his thing!

His dad took that change to gloat away from him and Wes was not happy. At. All.

"That is so funny dad. Really… hilarious even... now, care to tell me why you kept it a secret?" he asked deadpan with a quirked brow and Hikaru sighed putting down his silverware.

"Wes, you're my son. I know you better than you think I know you and that is the reason I didn't tell you," Hikaru said simply and Wes frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he huffed and Tara giggled behind her palm watching the two of them bicker.

"It means that every parent has the right to decide when to tell their child something like this. If you were the first one to find out they'd all know within minutes because you like to gloat. And so we decided it was best to let you find out from your friends," Hikaru said and beamed like he was so amazingly proud of his idea he couldn't contain his glee.

"That's ridiculous. I don't gloat."

He did gloat, he'd admitted it to himself only seconds previously and he knew that flaw in his character pretty well, but it didn't mean it was okay for other people to point it out.

"Yes you do."

"Maybe I wouldn't this time!"

"Yes you would," his dad replied, completely relaxed.

"How can you be so sure?" Wes huffed, throwing his hands in the air in irritation.

"Like I said I know you better than you think. And that means that I know you're exactly like me," he winked playfully and Wes allowed himself to smile just a tiny bit.

"Really... so you're admitting you're a gloater as well?" He asked, needing to hear it outright.

"Oh son… you've got so much to learn. I've been walking around the school for the past three days looking down at everyone, taking gloating to a whole new level," he bragged sipping his water and winking at Tara who just rolled her eyes and continued to read her magazine to tune them out.

"Enlighten me please, oh Mighty Gloater," Wes sighed dramatically.

"Gladly. You see son. You let them know what you know and then you gloat because you knew it before them. I, on the other hand, never even let them know. So I gloat because they never know what I know and they are aware of that fact," he puffed his chest proudly and Wes stilled for a moment before blinking.

"That is actually genius," he conceded and Hikaru smirked.

"Yes…yes it is."

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"Blaine!" Kurt squeaked and giggled uncontrollably as the Dom dug fingers into his sides, trying to escape from his seat at the table but he was being boxed in.

"Come here then," Blaine laughed himself, ceasing for a second to let Kurt catch his breath. "I just wanted a kiss, lovely."

Incandescent eyes narrowed on him. "You never just want a kiss, sir."

Blaine grinned lavishly squeezing his waist in a different way, still playful but with a different edge to it. "Well quit being so sexy then and maybe I could control myself."

Kurt flushed a deeper red than he already was from the lack of oxygen. "Your parents are gonna be in with dinner any minute now. It sounded like they had something important to tell us," he tried to deflect.

Blaine wasn't having any of it.

He literally dragged Kurt across his seat and into his lap, surprising the sub again with just how strong and built he really was underneath his fitted red and black polo. It sent shivers down his spine and settled a warmth low in his belly.

"Better," his Dom murmured pressing a kiss to the hinge of his jaw.

Kurt wrapped an arm loosely around Blaine's neck, tilting his neck into the attention which wasn't his fault. It was Blaine's. It was always Blaine and his stupid sexy ways that got him all hot and bothered and wanting to be naked like all the damn time which was shocking in itself seeing as Blaine had never seen him fully unclothed and with how much he loved his clothes.

He bit his lips as his Dom continued to suck and bite at his neck, to keep in just how much he liked it. How it was turning him on past a point he could stand and making him shift uncomfortably in Blaine's lap as he felt his cock fill out on his skinny jeans.

A strong, familiar grip settled on the side of his neck and angled his face downwards and Kurt was gone by this point and lips met once, twice, he groaned before the third, a hot slip of a sound that melted into Blaine's own pleased growl.

"I was thinking-" Blaine tried to say but Kurt sealed his mouth over the words, tables turning.

"No thinking. Kissing," he stated sternly, but it was hard to kiss lips that were stretching into a smile.

He made an impatient noise in his throat, placing little nips, kitten licks and pecks at Blaine's mouth to try and get it to cooperate with him again. He missed them already. Eventually he decided to use a more effective tactic as well, rocking his hips back and forth on Blaine's groin creating some much needed friction, all thoughts of being in the dining room flown free from his head.

It had the desired effect and Blaine moaned at the needy attention, grasping his hip tight before ducking the hand underneath his shirt and vest to palm at the overheated skin of his lower back encouraging the movement. "I really wanna touch you, beautiful boy. Wanna lay you out and fist your pretty cock until you come, would you like that?" he breathed hotly into his mouth and Kurt whimpered at the dirty words and visuals it was creating in his head, making his cock twitch in interest.

He could feel a small nagging from somewhere that sounded suspiciously like Brad but he snuffed that spark before it could flame.

"Yes," he breathed, pulling back lips tingling to look into Blaine's pupil blown eyes.

He was sure that if Dana and Jared had not walked in at that very moment, Blaine would have whisked him upstairs and done all of that and more.

"Hands above waists at the dining table please," Dana scolded them, sounding slightly amused as she strutted into the room, hands covered in oven-mitts and toting a crockpot of chili between them.

Kurt yelped and scrambled back to his seat nearly upending their drinks in the process while Blaine simply pouted and glared petulantly at his mother.

"Now don't give me that face, it didn't work when you were five and it definitely doesn't work now," she smirked at him placing the crockery down and removing the mitts before giving Kurt a sympathetic glance. "Don't worry sweetie, I know he must have convinced you into it. It's all his fault."

Kurt actually cracked a smile and a laugh at that as Blaine gaped at her.

"It so was not all me! Kurt wants all up on this too you know," he stated indignantly waving a flailing hand at himself. Jared soon entered the room with a bowl of steamed rice in one hand, a basket of bread rolls in the other. "Dad, tell mom that Kurt finds me sexy!"

Jared didn't even miss a step, only raised a brow at his son. "Listen to your mother."

Kurt was full on laughing behind his hand at this point and Dana had joined in. She practically skipped over to her sub and laid her ruby red lips against his cheek. He grinned proudly, even after all these years.

"Ugh, you guys suck so much," Blaine grumbled and Kurt cooed over him, running a hand through his curls.

He had gotten into the habit of washing the gel straight out from school when he was home because Kurt loved them so much. Sure it meant more trips to the hairdressers so they didn't get out of control but it was so worth it to see that content, relaxed smile and feel those tapered fingers against his scalp.

His sub leaned into his ear. "I didn't think you minded if I sucked."

Blaine nearly lost his shit.

He choked on his own spit and turned wide eyes on his coy, innocent, dirty mouthed, boy. All fluttering lashes and deep blushes and lip biting and high expectant brows and mischievous, nervous eyes. God he was so turned on he didn't think he'd survive dinner. He might actually die.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Dana called to them, sliding into the seat Jared held out for her before he joined her at her side. The two snapped their heads the elders way reluctantly, sparks fizzling between them almost visibly. "None of that until you hear us out. We have some news."

Blaine paled. "You're not pregnant are you?"

Dana looked at him incredulously while Jared snorted beside her.

"Aww, a baby," Kurt gushed and Blaine's attention caught on just how lit up Kurt was on the subject. They hadn't really discussed the issue of kids or their own place yet, it was all there in abstract, blurry terms but seeing such solid proof that Kurt was pro-baby did things to Blaine's heart.

Don't get ahead of yourself, Anderson.

"Why is it when a girl says she has important news to discuss, men always think babies?" Dana sighed exasperated.

"So there's not a baby?" Blaine asked for clarification.

"Not that I know of," Jared laughed and Dana rolled her eyes fondly at him. "It's actually to do with Dana and her position as Head."

"Do we need to do some kind of interview again?" Blaine asked as Kurt reached over to spoon out dinner for him and his Dom. It wasn't that he wasn't interested, it was just that he didn't really understand a lot about the dynamics of the whole campaigning for votes. His dad voted, he always liked Dana but he was part of a very small minority. People in Lima didn't vote because usually they had nothing to vote for, nothing changed, nothing was aimed at them, for them, so they didn't bother.

His parents shared a glance. "Well no. I'm not running this year."

Kurt cocked his head. "My dad will be disappointed. He voted for you every time."

Dana grinned. "That's great to hear. Your dad seems like a very fair man so to know I had his support means a lot… though I wish I'd come to my senses sooner."

"My lady," Jared soothed her and she shrugged whatever was bothering her off.

"Your senses?" Blaine asked confused. "What's going on mom?"

She met both their gazes then settled on Kurt. "You inspired me."

Kurt sat back and swallowed a little nervous but relaxed a little when Blaine grabbed his hand. "Uh.. I did?"

"Course you did, sweetheart! What you brought everyone together to do when that storm hit."

"That wasn't me," Kurt demurred. "I didn't really do all that much, it was everyone else-"

"Who wouldn't have known to help unless you spoke up," Jared cut off softly.

"It's true, lovely. None of us even thought about it," Blaine praised squeezing his hand and Kurt didn't think he could get redder, but at the same time he was literally bursting with pride, their words filling him up and feeding the submissive side of him.

And suddenly Dana was launching into a story of how she had gathered up everyone who had helped and supported the Lima cause in the course of the storm. How she'd convinced them that it was time for change. How they'd decided on their new candidate they were going to back.

"My dad!" Kurt asked loudly. "You want my dad to run for Head of the board?"

Dana grinned. "We think Burt Hummel would be perfect for the position."

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