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?

20. Craved

Sorry guys. We died and our ghosts came back to write this story. We can't move on because we have unfinished business here.

All jokes aside though, we truly are sorry for how long this took us and for ending up posting only half a chapter. But since it's super long it's like a whole chapter so it should be okay

Now for the short explanation of why we were so slow and why we will probably continue being slow for the time being.

1. A got a little nephew and let me tell you that baby is such a cutie I can't deal with him. She is still working crazy long shifts and on top of everything she is writing another crazy long and good story so it's taking a lot of time and effort and let's be real here...people have to sleep every once in a while.

2. M is like a month and a half away from finishing her research to finally get her master's degree in special education and rehabilitation so while she gets no sleep she still needs bathroom breaks.

So there will be times when a lot of time will pass between chapters but rest assured, this story in close to an end and it will not be abandoned. EVER!

Thank you all who stuck around and waited and we truly hope it was worth it.

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'With elections right around the corner we didn't think anything would be able to draw our attention away from the potential runners and the general excitement that always follows the political race for the top spot.

But this station has another exclusive that is sure to create its own stir.

Confirmed through sources we are able to tell you that the controversial union of our own Blaine Anderson and Lima's Kurt Hummel is set to be finalised in a Presenting Ceremony on the eleventhth of May!

A month out from the big day we're surprised they've been able to keep it quiet this long. There had been a lot of speculation that they wouldn't be sealing a proper bond at all but these confirmed rumours seem set to put an end to that.

All this reporter has to ask is this: Publicity stunt gone too far or are we really looking at a radical movement here?'

TV1 News

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"I don't think I can do this," Blaine moaned into his hands, elbows braced on the smooth surface of the bar they were having a quick drink in.

It was Saturday night and both Nick's and Blaine's sub's had banished them while they did secret Presenting things. It was happening more and more the closer they got to the big day and both Doms were missing their subs dearly. When they weren't at school they were whispering back and forth or off to Dana's studio or shopping, so naturally the Doms were feeling a little neglected.

To try and rectify that they had agreed to a best friends night out. Just the two of them. Like old times. So far they were having an amazing time but the need to be close to their better halves was weighing down on them more and more.

Nick took a drag of his cool beer and regarded his woeful best friend. "If you say you can't bond with Kurt properly then I'm going to punch you in your face. Repeatedly. That boy is the best thing that ever happened to you!"

"That boy is the best thing that ever happened to the planet. Period," Blaine corrected, uncovering his face but still looking miserable.

Nick frowned. "Okay. I'm confused."

"Two weeks!" Blaine whined and his friend eyed him like he had lost his mind.

"Yeeees?" Nick prompted slowly. "I'm sorry, my mind reading abilities are a little off today. How about you use these helpful things I like to call words."

Blaine skipped over the smartassery in favour of ranting. "How am I supposed to wait that long, Nick? I can barely stop thinking about it and when I'm not thinking about it I've got my hands on him and I'm almost doing it and then when I'm not doing it or thinking about it I'm asleep and dreaming about it!"

Nick began laughing uncontrollably after a brief pause to let it all sink in and Blaine scowled before letting his head fall onto the bar, the picture of pathetic.

"Wow, bro. Sexual frustration never looked so needy," he got out between guffaws.

"Screw you. I'm going to laugh my fucking ass off when this is your needy ass," the Dom muttered into the polished wood.

Now that jolted something deep inside Nick. He had barely allowed himself to think extensively on the subject of their Presenting Ceremony and what that brought with it, not because it wasn't a constant hum at the back of his mind, but because he knew that if he started he wouldn't want to stop and he wouldn't push that on Jeff when he wasn't ready for it. But the idea. Fuck. Him and his angel taking that final step, sealing their bond in the most beautiful way. It made his heart race just thinking about all the ways he would lay worship to the blonde's body and soul. How he would kiss him how he deserved to be kissed, how he would whisper every endearment known to man and make up some of his own, how he would love him to the stars and back.

"Oh you asshole," he cursed, mind whirling now, just picking up speed.

Blaine rolled his head to the side and smirked up at him. "Sucks doesn't it."

Nick drained his beer and signalled to the barman. "We're gonna need something stronger."

"We show back up at the house drunk and I think Kurt may castrate me," Blaine mumbled.

"He stressed again?" Nick asked after ordering two fingers of whiskey for them both.

Blaine sat up like a normal person and rubbed his hands over his face. "Beyond."

Nick thanked the barman after he'd poured their drinks and slid a few bills over. "Have you tried Doming him to take some of the stress away?"

Blaine dropped his hands and gave him a deadpan look. "No. It never crossed my mind."

Nick held his hands up. "Chill man. Just trying to help."

Blaine blew a heavy breath out of his nose before taking his tumbler in hand and draining it. He winced at the burn but otherwise carried on like normal. "We just never seem to have time lately. I mean, to keep up with his stress levels."

Nick snorted a snicker. "Stamina not up to it, bro?"

He expected the punch in the arm he got. He figured he deserved it.

"It's not that. Though I can't say that it's improved," he conceded with a wry smile. "Kurt just does things to me and my control falls apart when he's under me looking all gorgeous and submissive and perfect."

Nick clicked his fingers in his face. "Earth to Blaine in the gutter."

Blaine blinked then cleared his throat. "Maybe drinking is a good plan." He tapped the bar and signalled for two more.

"Give me a chance to catch up there, Hennessey," Nick laughed, taking a sip of his own drink. "And I sympathize on the whole stamina issue actually."

"Yeah?" Blaine asked in surprise, impressive eyebrows raising. As far as he knew his best friend was set upon taking things glacier slow with Jeff for obvious reasons.

Nick felt something like a flush crawling up his neck. Jesus. Could he be more whipped? "Jeff let me… you know… take care of him. For the first time a few weeks ago."

Blaine searched his face intently and Nick refused to squirm under the scrutiny like he had done something wrong. He had never felt self-conscious before in his life… well before Jeff. But that beautiful angel was the exception. No way was his asshole best friend going to get that much of a rise out of him.

The moment passed and a smile began to stretch its way across the Doms face. "That's great, man. First his mark clearing and now this. I mean, I'm a little offended that it took you this long to tell me you dick, when you're relentless with getting inappropriate details about me and Kurt. But I'm happy for you all the same."

Nick rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. "Not my fault you and Kurt are so damn entertaining. Who the fuck needs reality TV with all the shit you two get into on a daily basis?"

"Ha. Ha. You're starting to sound like those sycophants on TV," he grumbled taking another drink. This one went down his throat with a lot less burn and that should have told him to take a break but he felt himself relax a bit so he just ignored it.

"They still hounding your ass hard huh?" Nick asked, downing his own drink and ordering one more.

"Did you not notice the idiot in the corner with the camera?" Blaine asked dryly, not even looking.

Nick peered over his shoulder and saw a middle aged man looking completely out of place in the younger crowd the bar attracted. He wasn't even being subtle about the way he was snapping pictures away. Wow. Blaine had spidey senses for real. The man pointed and camera in their direction and Nick blew him a kiss making the man actually seem a little taken aback.

He laughed at the reaction and Blaine grabbed his neck and forced him back around. "Don't encourage him. He'll end up calling his buddies if you start doing something interesting."

Nick made an affronted sound. "I'm always interesting I'll have you know. I'm a fucking riot."

"You're a fucking something alright," Blaine quipped, hazel eyes sparkling with humour.

"You wound me good sir. Now you must pay reparations in the form of libations! Toot sweet fellow." He waved his arms in the air flamboyantly and Blaine eyed him in amazement.

"Do you even hear the shit that falls out of your mouth?" Blaine asked seriously but signalled the bartender again. They were lucky it was pretty quiet in here so they were served relatively quickly.

They did a couple of shots because Nick declared only tequila slammers would do to sooth his wounded pride. After shaking away the aftertaste they were back sipping on their whiskey and feeling a little looser.

"So…" Blaine asked after a beat. "How was he with it all?"

Nick didn't play stupid and pretend he didn't know what he was referencing. Instead he turned back to the amber liquid in his glass and swirled it a bit before taking a contemplative sip. "He… shit I don't know, B. He seemed to be into it you know? Like, he asked me to kiss him and things got a little heated because fuck. He's so responsive. How can he be so responsive?"

"Join the club. Kurt lets go in a way that I can't even describe. Like he just gives everything over to me. Every part of himself."

Which was how it was supposed to be, but not how it was for ninety nine percent of bonds these days. Sub's that came from money were far too used to getting their own way and having some form of control. They didn't like to let go of that even for their Doms which was why it was so rare to get a sub to subspace. Brad came to mind as a prime example of a sub that fought against his own nature far too much. But Kurt, his lovely boy, he embraced his submissive side and their bond so wholly without losing any of his identity in the process so naturally that it drove Blaine and the Dominant inside of him wild.

Nick nodded. He could see, feel, that Jeff was dying to let go in that way too but he was far too terrified to even attempt it. But fuck. He came without even a proper touch. He didn't even know that was possible until his angel surprised him yet again. "He got off on me praising him."

"That's not an uncommon kink," Blaine nodded. Kurt liked it too. "And not very surprising after… you know."

Nick gritted his teeth and inhaled deeply to keep himself in check. "He got off just on that."

Blaine was doing the surprised eyebrow thing again. "Wow. Okay." That was a bit less common. But again, not surprising after how Jeff was treated.

Nick was silent for a beat and Blaine was unsure what to say. What Nick wanted to hear from him. He decided to take a stab in the dark and see if he hit anything.

"Look… you didn't force him-"

"Of course I didn't!" Nick spat, feeling rage bubble up in him at even the implication.

Bingo.

Blaine kept his gaze steady. "I know."

Nick growled but felt that white hot feeling simmer down. He sighed out and took another sip of his drink. "Sorry."

"You don't have to apologise, man. You're my best friend so I'm here for you."

Nick rubbed his hand over his mouth agitatedly. He didn't know how much this stuff was plaguing him until he got started and now it seemed like he couldn't stop. "I just don't know what I'm doing. Not really. I'm afraid I'm gonna fuck it up beyond repair and Jeff deserves more than that after everything he's been through." He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and eyed Blaine in desperation, pleading to reassure him that he wouldn't hurt Jeff more than he was already hurt. His friend seemed to understand what he needed right away.

"Nick. You love that boy more than life, you're not going to fuck it up. And even if you make a mistake it's not going to be on purpose to hurt him so he'll understand," Blaine comforted him.

"But I don't want to make a mistake," Nick argued. "I shouldn't make a mistake."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. Trust me." He'd had his fair share of rocky moments in his own bond and what he'd learned is that whatever it was they could always get through it because they loved each other. Everything else was negotiable. "As much as you'd like to wrap him up in cotton wool and hide him away from the big bad world that's not possible. And actually not healthy for Jeff. You have to let him realize that even if you fight and mess up it's not his fault and it won't make you stop loving him."

"I don't want him to be scared of the world, or me..." Nick conceded quietly. He wasn't going to be another Kevin and keep him locked away for the rest of his life, terrified of chasing his dreams or even stepping outside the front door.

"It was never going to be easy," Blaine said comfortingly clapping him on the back a few times. "But I know you're the best thing to happen to Jeff. The best Dom to make him happy again."

He believed that most of the time. But there were times when the doubts would creep in…

"Kevin fucked him up so bad, Blaine," he whispered in agony.

Blaine clenched his own jaw. "I know."

"And I want to fucking rip his spine out through his mouth, but even that doesn't seem good enough to make him pay for what he did. How he made Jeff scared to even feel like he deserves to have a fucking orgasm for fucks sake!" Nick turned to him with fury and despair lighting his usually kind brown eyes. "He apologised for even being hard, Blaine. How fucked up is that?"

"Jesus." Blaine had no idea about the specifics of what Kevin had done to Jeff but he could imagine from all the half spoken sentences, the implications that hung heavy in the air. But hearing something like this out loud made him feel sick to his stomach. "I swear to fucking god, Nick. He'll get his. I promise you."

If he had to destroy the man and his family then he fucking would. Happily. Laughing while he danced on their ashes.

The air was thick with tension as they finished their third… fourth... drinks? He didn't even know anymore, but the bartender had left them the bottle.

"I haven't really touched him since that night. I'm a little afraid to without him asking me to and he hasn't brought it up again. I mean… does he even want me to take it further?" Nick admitted some time later, his voice calmer but no less lost. "What should I do, Blaine?"

Blaine swallowed and winced at the utter faith and hope Nick was putting in him to help him fix his problems. "He might be waiting for you to make the next move, man. You are the Dom after all and he has issues with voicing his own desires. I don't know if he'd just come out and ask you for something like that."

"But if I bring it up then he might think I'm pushing and give in just because he thinks it's something I want," Nick argued.

"Then you sit down and explain it to him. Honestly a lot of shit could be avoided if we just sat down and talked with our better halves. They don't teach that in Dominant class," he grumbled. It was all order, order, order.

Nick sighed heavily then nodded. "I'll talk to him. I'm shit-scared to. But I will."

"I don't want this to come out wrong but maybe Jeff needs a little push now and then? You know, just a nudge in the right direction when he's too scared to do it on his own. I know you've been giving out those soft commands and not so subtle to anyone but Jeff orders," he smirked.

Nick huffed a laugh and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I told him I do it and I still don't think he notices half the time."

"He looks better for it, man," Blaine complimented. And it was the absolute truth. The blonde hardly looked like he was lost in the middle of the ocean without a sail or paddle anymore.

"Thanks," Nick murmured then blew out a heavy breath, rubbing over his forehead. "Fuck. I feel like I've just had an intense session with my diary or some shit."

"Diary's don't talk back and offer amazing advice dickface," Blaine corrected primly in his best Kurt voice.

Nick gave him a sly smile then threw his arms around him. "Aw Blainer's you're my agony aunt."

Blaine narrowed his eyes and fought the limpet off. "Don't even go there... and don't touch me there… that's off limits, its Kurt's you heathen!"

Nick laughed out loud and pulled back, taking his wandering hands with him, and Blaine smiled to see his good humour back, the brightness around his edges lighting up again.

"These boys have turned us inside out, dude," he declared, pouring them another drink.

"Well here's to irresistible subs sent here to destroy our sanity… and lasting time," Blaine held his glass up and Nick clinked it resolutely.

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"Two weeks! I can't do this in two weeks!" Kurt lamented, blowing at the loose strands of caramel hair that had escaped from the confines of his hairspray.

Jeff glanced at his friend who was sitting on his bed surrounded by fabrics and centrepieces and notes and magazines and swatches. He looked like a cute, ruffled sparrow in a patchwork nest.

He covered his smile with his hand and resumed counting the replies for the guest list and jotting their names down. "You can do anything in two weeks, Kurt," he said reassuringly.

"Not this!" he refuted, pouting like a five year old as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And we have like fifty guests-"

"Fifty seven," Jeff corrected softly.

"-oh god. I don't even know fifty seven people. Who invited fifty seven people, Jeff?"

The blonde set down his clipboard and made his way to the bed. "Dana handled the guest-list remember? Maybe the Anderson's have a lot of extended family?"

Kurt shook his head looking on the verge of hyperventilating. "Blaine's told me about his family. He has an Aunt and a few cousins but that's it. His grandparents passed away a few years ago and Dana was an only child."

Jeff pushed some fabric away and some pointy looking thing that Kurt had ordered on too little sleep and too much coffee so he could sit down. He grabbed his friend's hands in his and squeezed. "You're going to be fine. You've ordered more than enough of everything and Mae's doing the flower arrangements. The only thing you should be worrying about is yours and Blaine's outfits, not changing everything last minute."

"But what about the-"

"Kurt."

"But the-"

"Kurt."

"But maybe I should-"

"Kurt!" Jeff laughed.

Kurt groaned dramatically and flopped backwards. "This is going to be a disaster and then Blaine will never want to seal our bond and I'll be alone and a spinster and I'll have to get a cat or something!"

"It's going to be amazing and you and Blaine will seal your bond and live happily ever after," Jeff countered assuredly.

Kurt looked at him through his lashes. "No cat?"

Jeff giggled and shook his head. "What would Cupid think of that huh?"

Kurt's eyes went to the corner where 'Cho and Cupid were hopping around and snuggling in turns. "Okay no cat. I'll be a creepy rabbit man."

Jeff rolled his eyes and jabbed him in the stomach playfully. "Happily. Ever. After."

"Okay. Okay!" Kurt squeaked and rolled away only to yelp. He pulled out another pointy thing from under him and glared balefully at it. "Why did I buy this monstrosity?"

"You actually bought twenty of those," Jeff smirked.

Kurt gaped in horror and flung it away where it thumped to the floor with a clang. "Alright. No more buying things. Ever. I'm banned from internet shopping until I can redeem myself."

Jeff snorted and Kurt gave him a look.

"What? It's horrendous! I must be punished!"

There was a soft knock on the door and Jared poked his head in. "Who's being punished?" he asked cheekily.

"I did a bad thing," Kurt said solemnly, sitting up from his sprawl and pointing at the ugly twisted metal on the floor.

Jared cocked his head and came in closer to see. He frowned. "What's that thing?"

"Honestly… I don't even know," Kurt admitted sounding completely miffed and Jeff and Jared shared a look before bursting out laughing.

Jared picked up the metal thing and held it close to his face, inspecting it.

"Um...napkin holders?" he tried but Kurt just shook his head in defeat. He truly had no idea.

The pout was back in full force. "Did you want anything, Jared?"

The elder sub stifled his chuckles. "Just wanted to let you know that the circus on our lawn was gone. So if you needed to head out you can probably do it without being mobbed. I know you wanted to swing by Dana's work at some point."

"Really?" Kurt perked up and sprung to his feet, rushing out of the room to the front facing rooms. They rushed after him and found him practically hanging out of the window. "Finally! It's like they have nothing better to do."

"They actually don't, it's kind of their job. And your Presenting Ceremony is the biggest thing to happen since… well… Blaine claimed you," Jared told him and Kurt pulled his upper body back inside, closing the window after him.

"Whoever said being noticeable was great clearly wasn't," Kurt huffed, eyes blue tempests of irritation. He was Ceremony-zilla on the warpath, ten times worse than he was when he was planning the charity night.

"The election's soon. That'll keep them busy," Jeff consoled.

"That's after my Ceremony and my dad is the one running for Head," Kurt pointed out, going a little red in the face. "That's not going to stop them from coming around. It'll probably prompt them to buy a house together across the street!"

"Uh. There isn't one," Jared comforted.

"Well they'll build one then. With the money they made from taking awful pictures of my awful hair that won't quit it!" Kurt raged batting at the wayward strands futilely.

Jeff and Jared exchanged another look. "Okay, I think we've had enough for today," the elder said.

The blonde hooked his arm around his best friends and pulled him from the room towards the stairs. "I think some therapy is in order."

"But we have to go to Dana's. I need to hem Blaine's trousers," Kurt protested.

"Hemming can wait. Right now we're putting on some form of tooth rotting Disney film, eating chocolate and popcorn until it's coming out of our ears and languishing the day away in blankets like good subs everywhere need once in a while," Jared said surely with a decisive nod of his head.

"You're taking a day off," Jeff told him seriously as they descended the stairs. "Before your head explodes."

"My head wouldn't dare explode," Kurt scowled, a thundercloud appearing above his ruined hair with lightning strikes to boot.

"The patient is critical," Jeff said to Jared who nodded seriously.

"Jeffery, chocolate and popcorn, stat!"

The blonde rushed off to do as bid and they met again some minutes later to snuggle up on the couch together. Kurt resisted, heavily at first, but eventually exhaustion had him slumping against Jeff's side, face in his neck while the blonde combed his fingers through his hair. Kurt was too gone to even process it.

They were a quarter of the way through Tangled, having already sang their way through Beauty and the Beast because it was surprisingly Jared's favourite and Toy Story because it was Jeff's, when they heard the front door.

"Kurt my one true love! I'm hoooooome!" rang obnoxiously loud into the air, drowning out the DVD and Kurt perked up at the sound feeling a little better already. Jeff and Jared looked at one another over his head and the elder rolled his eyes, pressing pause on the remote.

"Of course he went out and got tanked."

Kurt un-plastered his face from Jeff's neck, red spots bleeding into his skin high on his cheek and forehead. "He's drunk?"

"You can't tell?" Jared asked with an eyebrow lift.

Kurt gave him a frank look. "He does stuff like that all the time."

Jeff snorted a laugh on his left and Kurt turned to him just as deadpan. "Nick's just as bad. Those two are peas in a very sappy pod."

Jeff blushed and Jared tilted his head in acknowledgement. "Touché."

There was a few sounds of bumps and muffled laughter getting ever closer and Kurt suddenly couldn't wait to get a glimpse of his Dom which was a little out of sorts for him. Now they had settled into their bond he wasn't usually as clingy as he was when they first got together.

"I think I gave that cab man all my money," Nick's bemused voice said, drifting easily through the open doorway. "How did that happen?"

"Looks like his pod friend is right there with him," Jared chuckled, shaking his head before unpausing the film.

"Shouldn't we take care of them?" Kurt asked. His instincts were screaming at him and he could feel Jeff shifting restlessly beside him like he felt it too. It was strange. He had never seen Blaine drunk when he wasn't also under the influence.

Jared gave them a reassuring smile. "They'll need babying soon enough. Ride out the buzz for a little while, it'll probably be entertaining if nothing else."

"I think it's coming from upstairs," Nick said.

"No. It's this way idiot," Blaine countered.

"Bro, upstairs-"

"It's my house. I know where noises are in my own house!"

"It's your parent's house, dude."

"Now you're just crossing the line."

"I live beyond the line motherfucker."

There was the sound of scuffling and weird, choked off noises as if they were trying to strangle one another for a few moments before it stopped and then-

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to bite you. I love you, man."

"I love you too, bro. I'm sorry I pulled your curls, that wasn't cool."

They fell through the doorway in a tangle of loose limbs a second later.

"Jeff!" Nick trilled happily from beneath Blaine's elbow. "You're still here!"

"Having a snuggle party without us. No fair," Blaine pouted, rising sloppily to his knees, probably having decided his feet were either too far or too dangerous an objective to reach.

"Hello, sir," Jeff greeted shyly but with a sweet little smile that made everyone in the room happy too.

"Blaine Anderson. Are you drunk?" Kurt asked his Dom with an arched brow even though all he wanted to do is run over there and smother him in kisses. He got a hold of that wayward impulse and shut it down. Be mad, Kurt. Focus on that. "Have you been enjoying yourself while I've been slaving away over our Presenting Ceremony?"

"I think it may be a trick question," Nick whispered to his friend in an aside that everyone could hear.

Blaine blinked. "Uhh… no?"

Kurt rolled his eyes and huffed to hide how amused he was.

"Aw, lovely. Don't be like that," Blaine whined crawling over to his feet and resting his head on his knee. Kurt could only stare in shock and flush at how submissive the whole thing was and the Dom couldn't have cared less. "Nick made me do it."

The other Dom spluttered in indignation. "Did not! I didn't, angel. You believe me right?"

"Uhh…" The blonde didn't know where to even start.

"It was Kurt's ass that inspired B's alcoholism, not me," he continued, stumbling to his feet and wandering over to perch on the arm of the sofa nearest Jeff, almost falling into his lap.

"It is a very nice bum," Blaine nodded solemnly, looking up through his thick lashes. "It destroys my life."

"Oh my god," Kurt choked in embarrassment.

Jared laughed his head off next to him and Jeff was smothering a giggle and trying to keep Nick from overbalancing.

"If it's such a life ruiner I can always take my bum elsewhere, sir," Kurt managed to recover primly.

"Noooo," Blaine cried forcing his way in between Kurt's legs to smoosh his face against his stomach, hands sliding their way under his thighs and upwards until-

"Blaine let go of my ass right now we are in company!" Kurt screeched, hands pushing at his shoulders and biceps but it was no good.

Blaine shook his head, the material of his top catching and bunching around his forehead and nose. "It's mine. You're mine. I do what I want," he mumbled, trying to sound Dominant but it came out childish.

Jared shook his head at his son. "Maybe I should go clear your bed after all. He's farther gone than I thought."

Kurt huffed and squeaked when Blaine squeezed. "Thanks."

Jared waved him off and ambled to his feet. "Be back in a bit. Make sure he doesn't throw up on the carpet or something."

"M'not gonna be sick. God dad."

Jared chuckled at the pouty tone of his youngest. "Oh I'm sorry, son. My mistake."

"Bye, Jared. Love you," Nick called after the man. "Just not as much as I love angel. Sorry!"

"I'm sure I'll survive the heartache," Jared quipped dryly over his shoulder.

When he was gone Blaine snuggled in closer. "Stroke me."

Kurt's eyebrows nearly flew off his face as he stared down at that curly head. He hadn't gelled today so his curls were springy and loose and wild. "Is that an order, sir?"

"Yup. I want strokes and cuddles."

And so it ended up that Blaine was nearly asleep in his lap as he gently ran his hands through his hair and massaged the nape of his neck around his mark and shoulders, slipping his hands underneath his shirt now and then to pet at the soft, toned skin there. Something settled within him with the actions. That jumpy, awful feeling from before when he was stressing in his room vanished at the sight and touch of his Dom. He sunk himself into looking after Blaine, giving him what he needed and had asked for and it was calming beyond all reason. He so rarely got to look after Blaine this way. It was addicting.

Jared poked his head in after he had cleared Blaine and Kurt's room and declared that he was going to pick Dana up from work and maybe stop off for a bite to eat so it was just the two young couples in the house left. Some indefinable minutes later Rapunzel started singing her heart out in the middle of the ocean, making Kurt wonder where the time had gone, and Blaine perked up like a dog pricking its ears.

"Tangled? Lovely, you're watching Tangled without me!" he gasped, highly offended as he looked over his shoulder.

"Have you just noticed?" Nick laughed. He had slowly sank off the arm of the sofa and had switched places with Jeff so the blonde was on his lap under the blanket. He wasn't really paying attention to the film, he was just content to breathe in the sweet fragrance at Jeff's neck as he dozed against him contently.

"Well Jeff watched Toy Story without you too," Kurt teased and Nick gasped just as horrified as Blaine.

"We are watching all three when we get home to make it up to me, angel," the Dom told his sleepy blonde who simply nodded, too comfortable and half asleep to really register much as he murmured a soft, "Yes, sir," that made Nick coo.

"This is our song, lovely!" Blaine said happily and looked up at Kurt. "You're missing your bit."

Kurt laughed at how serious he seemed.

Blaine frowned. "It's not funny! You're missing it!"

Kurt rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to softly sing along.

-at last I see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything looks different

He tapped Blaine on the nose who was staring up at him avidly, golden green eyes hazy with alcohol but full of love for him.

Now that I see you

Blaine scrambled precariously to his feet and whipped the blanket off of Kurt.

"What are you doi-"

"Dance with me," Blaine grinned big and bright, holding out his hand.

Kurt stared at it in horror. "Uh. No. Sit back down, Blaine."

For all his drunkenness Blaine was still a Dom and still stronger than him so it was no trouble at all for him to reach down and pull Kurt to his feet despite any protests or squirming.

"Jeff. Help!" Kurt yelled, shrieking in laughter when Blaine used his ticklish spot against him to get him to comply.

The blonde simply laughed at him as he watched the weird back and forth of Blaine pulling Kurt closer to try and get him into a proper dance hold and Kurt thwarting his efforts at every turn by twisting his body into wacky angles that were not conductive to the activity proposed.

"Kurt, stop being so difficult. I'm being romantic," Blaine told him frankly and Jeff noticed that not once did Blaine use his Dom voice or order so Kurt would have to do as he said. That was the main difference between Doms like Kevin and Doms like Nick and Blaine. They didn't just take because they wanted something and they didn't use their biology to their advantage. "Now shh, it's my part."

"Siiiir," Kurt complained, giving up and sinking into his chest because resistance was futile.

The Dom crowed in triumph and wound his arms tight around his waist to make sure he couldn't escape or push out as he began to rock them side to side singing loudly.

All those days chasing down a daydream
All those years living in a blur
All that time never truly seeing
Things, the way they were

He smiled at Kurt and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before readjusting his hold, grabbing his hand a raising it up to make him turn on the spot.

Kurt groaned as he spun and heard Nick cackle in the background. "This is so embarrassing. You're not allowed to watch this film ever again!"

Blaine only pulled him close again and sung louder in response, over exaggerating every line and getting fully into character.

Now he's here shining in the starlight
Now he's here suddenly I know
If he's here it's crystal clear
I'm where I'm meant to go

Kurt rolled his eyes and joined in, much softer than Blaine and the Dom lowered to match him.

And at last I see the light

He pressed their foreheads together and Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck as they traded lines in the song.

And it's like the fog has lifted

And at last I see the light

And it's like the sky is new

And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted
All at once everything is different
Now that I see you

The song wound to a close and Blaine leaned in until their lips were as far apart as the onscreen couples were going to be.

Now that I see you

And unlike the animated pair, lips touched softly to the sound of scattered applause from their friends.

"Bravo!" Nick called as he watched the kiss turn more passionate. "You win the award for most sickening couple in the history of the world. Now shove over, me and Jeff are doing You've Got a Friend in Me next."

"Sir," Jeff protested on a blush. He was still shy about performing even if it was in a room full of people he trusted and felt safe with.

Nick looked down at him and kissed his forehead a few times like he couldn't decide which spot he liked best. "You're right, angel. We're too good for the likes of their uncultured ears. We'll save it for when we get home. Now tell me. Did you have a nice day? I missed you. Did I tell you I missed you? And I gave all my money away. Did I tell you that?"

Jeff shook his head at Nick and his endearing drunken babble. He had expected to feel scared the first time he saw Nick drunk. Kevin was always a special kind of horrible when he was drinking. And he wasn't stupid enough not to know that Nick avoided drinking for that very reason, that he didn't want to risk doing something to hurt him or make him feel uncomfortable.

He'd been avoiding a lot of things lately to make sure he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Well, at least he hoped it was that. A larger part of him worried that Nick hadn't approached him in a sexual way since their encounter after the competition win because he had proven himself undesirable or something. At the time Nick had seemed to be happy with him right? The things that he'd whispered in his ear that got him so hot and bothered were nothing like the insults and slurs Kevin used to throw his way when he wasn't doing things right. Everything about Nick had been perfect even though he had been scared and shaking throughout the whole experience, totally overwhelmed.

Jeff blushed when he thought about how far he had let himself go. Coming untouched and after so short a time. Maybe that was what was wrong? But no, Nick had told him it was alright to reach for his own pleasure.

He was completely confused.

Half of him was glad that he wasn't being pushed into something physical so soon, but the other half, the more predominant one, craved the touches. He was a mess and he needed help sorting out the tangles in his head and body. He looked towards his friend, who was now giggling and fending off the kisses Blaine was sloppily placing down his neck, and bit his lip.

Maybe he could call him later and ask him about all the doubts praying on his mind? They'd talked candidly before and Kurt had told him about kneeling for Blaine and what that felt like. So far Jeff hadn't had a chance to bring up his encounter with Nick to his best friend. Kurt was just so busy with organising his Presenting Ceremony that it never seemed like the right time, but deep down he knew that Kurt would always make time for him no matter what.

"Angel?" Nick called and he turned back around to face him. He was unprepared for the kiss that was smacked right between his eyebrows. "Love you," his Dom declared and grinned at him when he pulled back. Jeff blushed a darker colour as the words settled warmly into his skin. They smoothed over his prickly fears for now and Jeff tucked himself under Nick's chin to breathe him in.

He let his actions speak for him and Nick pulled him closer as if he understood.

"Okay, I think you should go lie down now, sir," Kurt told his Dom. He could feel his Dominant leaning on him more and more like he couldn't properly hold himself up and all the handsy touching was getting out of hand in front of guests no matter how much he loved them.

Blaine frowned and growled his disapproval into Kurt's jaw, hands clenching his hips where they had snuck under his top to find bare skin. He'd been doing this more and more lately Kurt had noticed. Being more domineering and possessive of him and in turn Kurt was perpetually more submissive and needy. It had spurred their first dip into the kink pool into a full on dive lately as they couldn't seem to get another of each other day or night.

"I'll come with you if you want?" he cajoled sweetly into his ear and Blaine hummed in contemplation, following when Kurt began leading him towards the door. He locked eyes with Jeff over Blaine's shoulder and mouthed, "I'll be back down in a minute."

Jeff nodded and Kurt left the room and made his way up to their room with Blaine nipping at his neck and distracting him at every turn. It seemed that in the time it took for them to leave the room and get upstairs the silly, I want to sing along and dance to Disney songs Blaine had evaporated and in his place was something else entirely.

"Blaine," he sighed against his Dom's lips when he pushed him against the wall next to their door. The only answer he got was in the form of a tongue sweeping to roof of his mouth making his toes curl as heat flashed through him. He whimpered and clutched a fistful of dark curls, leaning into the plundering wholeheartedly, thoughts of why they shouldn't be doing this flying from his head as rapidly as they came.

Heated, searching hands framed his ribcage then swept swiftly down and up to drag his top with them and bare his skin. Kurt pushed into the contact and ground his hips in a figure eight against the thigh Blaine shoved between his legs. They moaned into each other's mouths hotly and Kurt felt like he would burn into cinders at any moment from just this small amount of teasing. It was ridiculous how sensitive and on edge he was feeling all the time lately.

Blaine detached their mouths with a slick sound and swept his polo over his head in one swift movement baring miles of tanned, delicious torso. Ugh. Kurt would never tire of looking at him but the sight of the Greek god before him knocked some sense into his fried head.

"I'm supposed to be helping you to bed," Kurt stated breathlessly and Blaine smiled lavishly before he bent and licked a hot trail up his neck to his ear.

"You are."

Kurt shivered at the implication and his greedy fingers found the loops on Blaine's jeans to drag him closer even while his mouth said, "Not like this."

"Yes like this," Blaine asserted, pure dominance underscoring the words and actions as he grasped Kurt's thighs and lifted. The sub could barely contain his gasp of delight at being manhandled so strongly by his Dom and he ducked down to beg for another kiss, fingers tangling in midnight curls for leverage.

Blaine granted it; hot and dirty and fast in a way that made his head spin and his chest heave, before he tore away to walk them into their bedroom and straight for the bed. They fell down on it, Kurt pressed into the mattress by their combined weight and he moaned obscene and loud when gravity ground their pelvises together. Sparks shot through his body and he arched up into the contact shamelessly, trying to get some relief for his hardening erection.

Mouths clashed once more and all Kurt could taste was the faint aftertaste of cherry when he sucked on his Doms lips and a mixture of bitter alcohol when Blaine battled and twined their tongues. His hands scrabbled for purchase on Blaine's sweaty skin, raking his nails along his back and shoulders because suddenly he was desperate for it. Desperate to crawl beneath Blaine's skin. Desperate to let Blaine take him over.

And take him over he did. The Dom wasted no time in going to his knees between Kurt's splayed legs and getting his jeans undone, moaning as he freed his leaking, red cock from its confines. Kurt's mouth went dry at the very sight of it, ideas of what he wanted to do with it flashing through his brain hazily. He was so out of it that he barely noticed Blaine forcing his yoga pants and briefs down just below his ass, baring his own pulsing erection to his hungry gaze. The Dom pushed at his loose top, raked it up again until it was wadded under his arms and then dipped down to take a pebbled, rosy nipple into his mouth like he would die without it.

Kurt cried out sharply at the wet, heated suction that was causing the most wonderful sensations to course through his blood and he arched into every tug or nip with enthusiastic passion.

"Blaine," he moaned and the Dom lifted his head much to his distress and met his eyes darkly, pupils blown out and face flushed through from a mixture of alcohol and lust.

"Sir. You call me sir," he corrected in an unmistakable command and Kurt felt his tummy flip over. Blaine had never ordered him to use that exclusively while they were in bed together before and he found he strangely liked the intensity it brought. The way it made his heart beat faster and his skin to feel tighter to his bones and he wanted nothing more than to yield completely to this incomparable strength that was rolling off of Blaine in heavy waves.

He bit his lip and watched Blaine's eyes track the movement hotly. He shivered in pleasure and released it to sigh the wanted, "Sir."

Blaine rumbled his approval and braced his weight of either side of Kurt's head so he was looming over him completely and Kurt loved how that made him feel. Having Blaine box him in on all sides.

"And what does my lovely want in reward for being such a good boy?" Blaine asked him lowly even while teasingly lowering his hips into Kurt's so their bare cocks brushed together. Kurt moaned his approval open mouthed, eyelashes fluttering as his legs shifted restlessly on the bedspread.

"T-that… anything… please, sir," he babbled, grasping at Blaine's sides with his hands, squirming impatiently still. He just needed.

Blaine smirked, eyes liquid gold as he fed off of Kurt's desire and want. "Okay, baby. Take us in your hand."

Kurt looked into his eyes in surprise. "Me?"

"Just for that you're not allowed to come until I do," Blaine ordered and Kurt hastily reached down between them as the reprimand washed through him. Shuddering he took first himself then Blaine into the curve of his palm, clenching his jaw to keep from crying out at the touch of hard, heated skin against his.

His Dom ducked down to his ear and nipped at the lobe on the verge of painfully. "Don't keep your sounds from me, lovely. I want the whole of Westerville to know that only I can do this for you. Get you this hot. You're hot aren't you, baby?"

Kurt whimpered his answer and his hips bucked into his own hand. He gasped and choked off his groan, free hand clutching at the side of Blaine's neck for an anchor. His Dom bit at his ear again.

"I said I want to hear you, Kurt," he ordered roughly and god did Kurt want to give in. To scream himself hoarse at Blaine's command but people were still in the house and he didn't want them to hear him. He only wanted Blaine. The command was strong though and his willingness to do anything Blaine ever asked of him was even stronger.

He turned his head in a silent plea for kisses that could drown out any noise that could escape him but Blaine seemed to know the game he was playing and denied him; skating their lips together and licking at his mouth dirtily in teasing torture but never sealing them.

And then he began to thrust his hips and Kurt couldn't have shut up for the world.

White hot spikes of lust and euphoria drowned out everything else as their erections slid together, Kurt picking up the fast paced rhythm from his Dom and trying to hold on for the ride. There was something decadent and desperate about getting off together half clothed and the feel of Blaine's jeans against the small bit of exposed thigh he had on show sent him wild.

"Oh god, sir," he moaned uninhibited into Blaine's open and panting mouth and it seemed to drive Blaine harder. He was fucking into Kurt's hand like a man possessed and Kurt could already feel his release curling in his stomach at the sight of him sweating and forceful above him, god, the sight of them as he peered down between their writhing bodies. He imagined what it would look like if they were ever to make love in front of a mirror, or even if they recorded themselves and he keened at the imagery it presented. "Sir, please. I need to come. Please," he begged shamelessly.

"No coming until I do," Blaine growled. "You want to be my good boy don't you?"

Kurt nodded and moaned. "Yes, yes. I want to be a good boy."

Blaine kissed at his open mouth, thrusting his hips again and literally forcing him up the bed. The slid of material under his ass was unbearably hot and he shifted his grip on Blaine's neck restlessly. By accident he stroked fingers over Blaine's mark and the Dom roared his approval double timing his hips. Kurt's hand ached but he held on, feeling fireworks shooting through his tension filled body and then, finally, something hot and wet splashed between them, coating his hand, stomach and cock and Kurt barely had to thrust once more before he was adding to the mess with a scream.

Shaky and weak they collapsed into one another, Blaine's face hiding in his neck and Kurt's arms wrapping around his waist and shoulders. He was sated and content under his Doms weight and he never wanted to move again. But after a few minutes reality seemed to creep back in and Kurt realised that Jeff and Nick were still very much downstairs.

Flushing from head to toe he turned his mouth towards Blaine's ear. "Sir?"

"Hm," the man hummed sounding on the edge of passing out and it made Kurt want to roll his eyes and cuddle him closer at the same time.

"I need to go and say goodbye to Jeff and Nick."

Blaine grunted his disapproval and turned his mouth to suck at his skin. Kurt gasped at the tugging sensation and groaned as it mixed wonderfully with the aftershocks he was feeling.

"Please, sir?" he cajoled a little breathless as he felt teeth join the party.

In all honesty he didn't want to go anywhere either. The idea of getting out of bed and walking away from Blaine made him feel cold and funny inside but he had responsibilities to their friends. He couldn't just leave them down there without a word.

"I'll be back in a minute and then we can cuddle and I won't leave again until morning," he pressed, arching his neck.

Famous last words, he thought with a flush.

Blaine sighed heavily, then after one deeper suck released his hot, wet skin and rolled onto his back, uncaring about his state of dress or the drying come on his stomach. God he looked edible and Kurt was very tempted to just lock them in this room forever.

Fighting his natural urges he forced himself to get up and move towards the bathroom. He cleaned himself up and then took a warm, wet cloth to do the same for his Dom who was now fast asleep and breathing deeply.

Kurt smiled down at him lovingly as he got to work, flushing a little when he tucked Blaine back into his underwear. He pulled his shoes, socks and jeans off so he could be more comfortable and draped a blanket over him before retreating from the room quickly ignoring the itch under his skin with every step away.

He walked back into the living room on somewhat shaky legs to find Nick snoring on the couch, laid out lengthwise with his head in Jeff's lap. The blonde was running fingers through his hair looking softly down at him. Whether or not Jeff realised it himself Kurt knew that he was in love with that sleeping, goofy-ass Dom.

"I see you got yours to pass out too," Kurt commented and Jeff glanced at him with a twitch of his lips.

"You probably didn't get Blaine to sleep the same way I did Nick."

Kurt flushed a little and rolled his eyes. He knew he looked freshly debauched, there was nothing he could do about that. "Such cheek, Sterling. I don't know why I hang out with you now that you've got so sassy."

"They say imitation is the highest form of flattery," Jeff smirked and Kurt stuck his tongue out at him grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl before settling in the armchair. The film was very nearly at its end so he'd let the last of it play out before seeing his friends off.

After a few minutes he could feel Jeff's eyes on him and he turned with a raised brow. "What's up?"

Jeff didn't say anything immediately and Kurt got a little twitchy.

"Are you staring at the hickey on my neck?" He raised a hand to cover the area. "He does it all the time. Blaine was a vampire in another life I swear."

Jeff blushed and shook his head. "It's not that… though that thing is pretty impressive."

"Vampire I tell you," Kurt asserted, but then cocked his head. "But if it's not that then what is it?"

Okay, Sterling. Just take the plunge.

"You know the night after Sectionals?" he started nervously and if his fingers weren't already occupied he'd be twisting them. Kurt nodded. "Well Nick and me… well, we sorta… um…"

"Oh. My. God," Kurt gasped, jaw dropping to the floor. "You and Nick were together? Like in a sex way together?"

Jeff nodded, glad Kurt had caught on so quickly so he didn't have to say it out loud. His face was on fire.

"How was it?" he asked eagerly, scooting to the edge of his seat and Jeff glanced down at this snoring Dom quickly to confirm he was in fact asleep before looking back up shyly.

"I don't know… I think good," he said unsurely and Kurt frowned a little.

"You think?" he asked. "Did you not… you know…" He blushed when Jeff continued to stare at him and then went for it because who were they kidding? He was just upstairs doing it himself after all. "…come?"

The blonde buried his face in his free hand, embarrassed. "Yes. Nick did too."

"Okay. Well that's a good sign I would say unless… well he didn't force you to did he?" Kurt asked carefully trying to hit on the source of Jeff's discomfort.

"No!" Jeff denied emphatically, brown eyes wide. "Nick wouldn't do that."

Kurt held his palms up and nodded. "I know. I'm just trying to work this out, Jeff. You're not giving me a lot to go on, sweetie."

The blonde took a deep breath and took the plunge. "I liked what we did together. I was scared at first and you know who was in my head a little, but Nick got me through it," he explained.

"That's great, honey. I'm super happy you're letting Nick take care of you," Kurt beamed.

"But he's not anymore. That's the problem," Jeff confessed avoiding his eye and concentrating of shifting strands of brown through his fingers.

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked confused.

"He hasn't touched me like that again since that night and I don't know whether it's something I've done or maybe he was put off-"

Kurt cut off the beginnings of his ramblings. "Now listen… Nick loves you, sweetie. Nothing you could do would put him off."

"But I wasn't very good at it," he bemoaned, looking wretchedly back up at him. "I didn't really do anything for him at all. I just lay there and he did everything and I… I came really quickly."

He was beet red at the admission and Kurt gave his friend a reassuring smile.

"You think I lasted my first time with Blaine? Nope. I came in my pants almost immediately," he admitted a little red faced himself. "It gets better with practise."

Jeff was silent for a tension filled moment before he confessed almost inaudibly. "He didn't even have to touch me, Kurt."

Kurt studied him for a second as he let it sink in. "Not even once?"

Jeff shook his head miserably. "Not really. He was just saying all these things… saying how good I was and how much he wanted me and I just…"

He waved his hand lamely to emphasize his point.

"Him praising you gets you off," Kurt translated for him and Jeff met his eyes surprised. "Don't look so shocked, sweetie. I like that too."

"You do?"

He nodded. "Everyone has kinks, Jeff. I know it can feel a little embarrassing because of how much they strip you down trust me, but they're nothing to be ashamed about as long as you're not hurting anyone with them and everyone is consenting."

Jeff nodded as he soaked up the information. Both he and Kurt were woefully undereducated when it came to matters such as these… well more him lately rather than Kurt now that he was learning first hand from Blaine. But in school Kurt had avoided any and all classes that dealt with Sex Ed for subs and Jeff's experiences with Kevin had warped his perception far beyond any logic.

"I think you should ask Nick to try some stuff if you're open to it," Kurt suggested, resting his cheek on his palm and tucking his legs up under him.

"But what if he doesn't want to practise? And what if I'm not good at it even if we do? What if… Kevin… what if what he did made me like this forever?" Jeff worried, feeling tears sting at his eyes. It was so frustrating being held back like this. Having to tackle chain after chain in order to move forwards.

"I refuse to believe that, Jeff," Kurt told him so strongly Jeff had to pay attention. "I mean look at how far you've already come, yeah? There's nothing you can't do and sure, it might take a little more time but you'll get there because you're amazing and stronger than anyone I've ever known. Kevin can't take what you and Nick have away from you. You've already beaten him, sweetie. Please believe that."

Jeff choked over the lump that had risen in his throat as the words printed on his heart. Had he really beaten Kevin? He looked down to the happy Dom snoozing in his lap, the person who told him a hundred times a day he loved him and who had cleared and coloured the mark on the back of his neck fresh and clean.

His heart began to flutter wildly, the blood it was rushing pounding in his ears. God what was this monumental feeling? Relief? Hope? Whatever its name it was like a cool breeze sweeping through him, carrying away fears and pain and doubts for now.

"I've beaten him," he whispered out loud. He refocused and found his friend staring at him with tears in his eyes.

"You have. He hasn't got a hold on you anymore, Jeff," Kurt told him surely. "I see it in you every day, healing yourself and letting Nick in to take care of you and I'm so proud of you, blondie."

Jeff felt a few tears leak from his eyes as he laughed softly. "Oh god." He didn't even know what to say he was so overwhelmed.

"So about the whole sex issue. Just bring it up with him and talk it out. So what if you haven't exactly gotten stamina just yet? This is your first real relationship and Nick didn't exactly last any longer than you from what I'm interpreting," Kurt stated logically and Jeff sighed out. That was true. "Like I said the last time we talked about this. He doesn't want to push you, so until you give him the okay he isn't going to be jumping your bones at every turn."

And just like that Kurt had untangled the snarls in his mind oh so effortlessly. "I love you, Kurt. I want you to know that," he found himself telling his friend from the heart. Kurt beamed at him and rushed over to smack a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too, silly blonde."

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Lima.
One week later.

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Was it possible to still feel that familiar coil of anxiety in your stomach after being called to the principal's office, even after years of being out of school as a student and back as a teacher? Was it just a reflex? An instinctive thought of: what have I been caught doing now and how can I get out of it?

And truly, being called to the principal in a school like McKinley definitely meant something big was about to happen. Because in these ruins of an institution you didn't get called up to talk about your feelings or to be told you were getting a bigger budget… or a budget at all.

His thoughts following him like a dark cloud above his head, he came to a halt in front of the office and knocked once; the sound sharp, decisive and determined, showing none of his inner turmoil. He was strong and confident, and he radiated that image on the outside.

Having been invited in he pushed the door open and stepped inside the suffocating space, coming face to face with principal Figgins. His round face was stretched into an insincere, almost manic smile that made him want to roll his eyes. But there on the ratty sofa by the side his chipped desk was an elderly couple whose clothes most certainly didn't belong in a place like McKinley.

"Ah, Mr Leviev. Thank you for joining us at such short notice," Figgins said in an unnervingly sweet voice and the young teacher almost cocked an eyebrow in shock at how chirpy the usually dejected and glum older man seemed to be.

"It wasn't a problem, sir," he answered calmly, deciding to keep his wonder for himself.

"Wonderful!" He clapped his hands, then gestured, "Now these here are Mr. and Mrs. Robson. They wanted to discuss something with you if you are amenable?"

He nodded in silent assent, curious. There wasn't a lot around here that could break the monotony of his usual schedule and though he preferred it that way, the rigidity of structure in his life and work, he was known to branch out now and again.

"I'll give you some privacy," Figgins said and slunk out of the office leaving him confused and slightly uncomfortable. What was it that they needed to say to him that required privacy?

He managed to remain still and dignified in spite of it, taking pride in his strength as a Dom.

"Please, have a seat," the woman spoke and it surprised him how gentle she sounded when it was quite obvious she was a strong Dom herself.

"Thank you, Mrs. Robson," he answered politely and took a seat close to them, his back upright, and hands clasped in his lap.

"Please, call me Esther. And my husband's name is Dale," she introduced and the man next to her smiled a friendly, but not overly cheerful, smile. It made him wonder again what they were doing here.

"I'm Danai. Danai Leviev," he said, extending a hand and shaking both of theirs briefly before settling back down in his chair.

"That's an unusual name," Esther commented and he shrugged, having already been used to the questions about the origins for almost all his life. However in this particular instance it seemed like the most bizarre thing to discuss.

"My father was of Russian descent," he explained shortly, not feeling the need to go any deeper but the couple didn't seem to need any more than that. He, on the other hand, was dying to know who they were and why he was there with them.

"Ah, well. That explains that. How long have you been a teacher?" she asked and he took a breath to answer but then his temper flared slightly and he decided he wasn't going to answer any more of her questions until he knew who she was. This attempt at small talk might have been nice for other people but he was always a get to the point sort of person.

"With all due respect Mrs. Robson, Esther, I'd like to know why I'm here before I answer any more of your inquiries about my life," he said politely, but determinately, voice firm and commanding, driving the air around them to thicken.

She eyed him for a minute before stretching her lips into a huge smile as she turned to her husband.

"I think he'll be great," she said and he coughed pointedly, making them both turn back to face him.

"Do you mind clueing me in?" he asked and she nodded.

"We don't mind at all, dear," she said like she was doing him a favor and it actually threatened to make him amused of all things. "Here's the thing. We have a grandson. A young sub who didn't have the best life with his mother. Our darling daughter, as much as we tried with her, just wanted to lead a life filled with bad people and even worse habits. Brad, our grandson, has a lot of her in him, and we love him dearly but we have reached the end of our wits with him," she explained and Danai noticed that as calm as she had seemed, Dale was getting more and more subdued and sad.

He tried to feel empathic but he just didn't understand what it was that they wanted from him. He didn't need to question much longer as Esther continued speaking.

"A year or so ago, he had developed a liking for a certain Dom in his school. The boy was and is unfortunately straight as an arrow however and Brad, well…he didn't take it well. He got even worse from that point. Rude, disobedient, he even went as far as to insult another sub and try to ruin his bond. You may have heard about them in the news? Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel? He went to this very school we believe."

Danai nodded. He hadn't actually ever had Kurt in his class but he remembered seeing the sub around school. He was friends with Sam Evans, who was in his class, and Mercedes Jones. The news of his claiming had set McKinley alight for weeks after the fact and it was still buzzing to this day. To hear someone had tried to ruin that bond, a sub no less, was quite shocking to say the least.

Esther seemed to be reading his mind because she gave him a grimace in acknowledgement. "It was then we had realized that we have to do something drastic to turn him around. He might never be a sweet, nice, cuddly sub, but we want to try and turn him into a decent human being," she finished, sounding for all the world, exhausted.

Danai felt sorry for the couple. They clearly loved their grandson very much and they blamed themselves for the way he behaved. He wished he could say something to make it better but he was still at a loss as to why they were telling him this.

"I'm really sorry to hear that but… what can I do for you?" he asked after the silence stretched way longer than he was comfortable with.

"We have enrolled Brad here. As I said, Kurt comes from here and somehow Brad convinced himself that he was better than that boy just because he has a wealthy family. We didn't raise him that way," she stated firmly. "So we want him to go to school here and see what it's like to be without the privileges he was born into

He eyed her with interest. Her answer was the last thing he had expected from a rich Dom such as herself. Admitting to thinking of the poorer part of society as worthy of respect as the rest of them were. Willingly sending her grandson to a public school to show him that. He admired that, he had to admit.

"It's a good idea. Still doesn't give me a clue as to what my role in this is," he said and she nodded once again.

"We have talked to Principle Figgins about it and we asked for Brad to be placed into a class with a strong, unyielding Dom who can keep him in check. You came in highly recommended," she revealed and as shocked as he was about her request he knew he was the strongest Dom in their school.

The only teacher whose class was always on time, had the highest testing scores, and actually allowed him to teach instead of just screaming and making a mess of the classroom.

He knew he would be able to handle a privileged, snotty little brat and make him obey.

"He's a senior?" he asked and she nodded.

"Yes. He is actually a really good student and I'm sure academically you'll have no problems with him. His behavior, on the other hand… I apologize in advance but that's something that will cause a ruckus. He's volatile when he's in the best of moods and after all that happened… he's angry," she said and the young teacher felt a bit unnerved at the easy way she admitted her grandson's shortcomings.

He understood why she wanted someone strong to keep her grandson in order and he truly wanted to help her but he was scared for his own class. He had worked hard and long to get them to cooperate and respect him as an authority figure. The last thing he needed was a spoiled little rich kid ruining everything he had worked for.

But on the other hand, one of the reasons he had wanted to be a teacher was so that he could help young kids find themselves and grow as people. And if he used his skills both as an educator and as a Dom to get through to this kid, that would be the best payment for his efforts.

"I understand where you're coming from. And I have dealt with angry students before, it's quite common in an area like this. I don't know how much Principal Figgins has told you about me, but I am a pretty strict teacher and a pretty strict Dom. My class behaves well and studies and works hard. I hope your grandson will come to be the same after some time," he said confidently and they both smiled at him.

"We hope so too. We have a potential claim offer for him and we would like for him to learn how to respect his Dom before he meets him. Now, there was something else we would like to talk to you about," she said and the young teacher nodded for her to go on.

"Sure thing but my first class starts in twenty minutes so mind the time, if it's not a problem. Will Brad be there today?" he asked.

"It won't take long. And yes, he will be there for your first class. Now… if we're being honest here, we don't really have a lot of confidence in your principal. He seems like a nice man, but one who doesn't really have all the reigns in his hands. We would like to make a donation to this school and we wanted to know what would be the most useful for the kids? Any ideas?" she asked and Danai gaped at her in surprise.

"You don't need to do that. Your grandson will be treated the same as the rest of my students," he said and she smiled at him.

"I have no doubt about that my dear. But we would still like to do something to improve the quality of this institution. What do you feel is the biggest priority?" she asked again and he gave it a moment's thought before settling for an answer.

"The library. The books we have are tattered, outdated and insufficient. We only have one old computer and spotty internet connection at best. If something can be done to improve the library that would be amazing," he said and she nodded in understanding.

"Absolutely. The library should be the heart of the school. We will see what can be done about it. Thank you." She glanced at her wristwatch. "And I believe it's almost time for your first period so we don't want to keep you any longer," she said and he stood up, shaking their hands politely before walking towards the door.

"Oh… one more thing, Mr. Leviev," Esther called and he turned on his heel to find her extending her hand with a white card in her fingers.

"We'd like to be informed of Brad's behavior by you personally. Would that be a problem?" she asked and he took the card nodding his head at her.

"Not at all. I'll call you once a week. More often if he's misbehaving in a way I can't deal with on my own. But let's hope it won't get to that." With a final nod he exited the room and walked toward his classroom, forehead scrunched with curiosity about the boy that was moments away from becoming a part of his class.

He walked into the room to the sound of the bell, to find his students sitting in their seats, chattering quietly among themselves, creating no mess or noise. They spotted him and chirped a polite, "Hi Mr. Lev" to him as he set up for class.

His chest puffed proudly as he watched them, thinking back to the loud, disrespectful bunch of kids that had entered that very room years ago and how far they had come with his guidance.

He just hoped Brad would find a way to be a part of them somehow. And just as that thought crossed his mind a bored looking voice drifted from the hallway in front of his door.

"Thank god I had remembered to bring disinfectant. I wouldn't want to catch something in this dump."

The door slammed open to reveal a whirlwind of honey blond hair and green eyes decorating a sharp face and pink, full lips which were forming those crude words. And Danai's world flipped upside down.

He was… he was his.

His energy was radiating in pulsing waves and Danai was accosted with a strange mix of defiance, stubbornness, confusion and fear. It made him want nothing more than to scoop this sub up in his arms and take him away from the prying eyes that devoured him as he stood in the doorway.

Which was just absurd!

He had never had a reaction quite like this one towards a sub. His former bond, not a Permanent one, had been all soft angles and subdued want that left both of them content but never truly happy. They spent five years together in peace and serenity until they had sat down one day and agreed that none of them was living their life to the fullest with each other. They kissed and held each other close before parting ways for good.

He had found a good Dom, Danai heard a few years back. He was happy and Danai was happy for him. But for him, no sub had ever felt right like everyone said it should. He had had flings and short term test relationships that never went further than that. He hadn't wanted any of them to stay. Not like he wanted this insolent little brat that sneered at his class and glared from high up on his imaginary pedestal.

It slotted into place in his mind, acceptance and resolve following swiftly after. Well, his sub would not be allowed to behave that way.

"Brad Robson I presume," he said with an icy voice and the boy turned his stunning hazel eyes towards him, their beauty ruined by the disgust he had found in them.

"Ah… good thing you know your superiors," the sub said with a sarcastic turn of his lips and cold dread went through Danai's body. Why the hell was he responding this way to such a crude person? What did he do to deserve a brat like this?

But as his class gasped and glared at him for his insulting words he felt that pulse of panic and fear and he knew there was more to Brad than being an asshole. Someone so far gone wouldn't care, would probably relish being hated and hate them back all the harder. He would just have to dig deep.

"Yes… and my superiors have warned me about having an uncultured little child in my class so I used my vast intelligence, put two and two together and figured that must be you. Take a seat," he said, voice hard and his face betraying none of his desire to just take him away and keep him for himself.

Brad took a step back at his tone and the feel he gave off turned defiant again.

"I don't think I want to sit here. Who knows what's touched those desks," he turned his nose up in disgust and the rest of his class, although quieted by shock, looked at him in anger as he insulted them.

Danai decided to use his best working tactic and just ignore his comments. Once he realized he would get no reaction for behaving like that he would most likely stop.

"The seat in the front row to the left is free. You can sit there." He just went on like he hadn't been rudely interrupted and Brad scowled, his aura turning angry and confused.

"I don't think you got my point. I will not sit next to the filth you call students," he said and Danai saw red.

He could take defiance; disobedience, rage, pride and spite directed at himself. But he would not allow his precious students to be insulted by someone who had a misguided sense of greatness. He turned ice cold, grey eyes at the sub, letting all of his dominance seep through his pores and he felt a rush of pleasure at the way it made the blonde boy reel back and away from him.

"SIT. DOWN," he ordered and watched in perverted pleasure as the young sub just folded his lanky body into the nearest tattered chair, eyes wide and confused as he stared at him.

"Now let me explain how this is going to work. In my classroom I have the last word. I make the rules and if you, or anyone else has a problem with following them, there are consequences. You will behave like a well raised person and respect me, and everyone else in this class because for the time being… you are exactly the same as everyone else. I don't use dominance in my class a lot… but I have no problem with using it either. You'd be best to remember that," he said strongly and turned away from his class knowing they were all stunned into silence as they always were when he unleashed his power in front of them.

In between the usual admiration, shock, joy and pride he felt radiating from his students he felt something completely different.

He felt desire, defeat, denial.

He felt a sub fighting against knowing that his Dom was in the room.

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Westerville.
Three days out...

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The days passed in a rush of fabric and stress and well, stress relief and then suddenly it was three days until he was due to be bonded to Blaine. Three days until they became official and they could shut up those vicious, vindictive mouths for good that swore up and down Blaine would get tired of him before they sealed their bond.

Kurt didn't care about them talking anymore. He knew he was loved; treasured, cherished and wanted beyond a doubt and that in three days time he would sign his name next to Blaine's on the dotted line. He would finally share everything he was with him and his mark would be lined with black.

It made him shiver to think about.

He'd belong to Blaine completely and there was nothing he wanted more than that. But there was something tingling in the back of his mind and he hadn't been able to shake it off in the last couple of days.

As the date of their Presenting approached the two of them got increasingly… feral? Kurt didn't even know how to describe it, he just knew that every moment spent in Blaine's presence made his knees ache with the need to kneel before him. Every kiss turned desperate and had him begging for his Dom to just take him. His wrists were lined with soft pink marks from restraints Blaine put him in to ease him off the edge and he knew Blaine's back was covered in thin red lines from his nails.

He had been insatiable for days and it scared him so much because he didn't know what had changed inside of him so suddenly. What switch had been flipped to turn him into this… well… slut? There was no other way to describe the way he was panting after Blaine like a bitch in heat even though he balked at the implication in his clearer minded moments.

Blaine had felt good to him since the moment they started taking things further but lately, lately all Kurt could do in his proximity was feed off of that natural, powerful dominance that seemed to ratchet up higher and higher with every hour and slither to him invitingly. All submissive whines and obedient 'sirs' rolling like liquid off his tongue. And his Dom always responded, so eager and so frighteningly strong.

Kurt knew they were playing with fire this close to the actual bonding night and they were barely able to contain the need they felt for each other. It was weighing on his mind and he wanted someone to talk to but he had nobody who would understand. His dad was a Dom and while strong he was nowhere close to Blaine's overwhelming power. Jeff was in a completely different situation and even if he felt this same need for Nick, his past prevented him from losing his control and giving in like Kurt had been doing. The rest of his sub friends either weren't virgins when they entered their bonds or their Dom's weren't as strong as Blaine… was…

His mind struck an iceberg.

Oh!

Oh how did he not thing of this sooner?

He threw his robe on over his pajamas- which were actually Blaine's- and rushed down the stairs into the living room where a soft light cast a warm glow over the lone figure reading a book in the armchair.

"Jared?" he called softly and the older man lifted his eyes, marking his place with a well-worn bookmark before smiling questioningly at him.

"Kurt, my boy. Up so late?"

The younger nodded, padding over on bare feet and sitting on the sofa closest to his father in law.

"Waiting for Blaine," he answered, fidgeting a little. Eventually he just tucked his legs under him and arranged the robe on top to keep his feet warm.

Jared balanced his book on the arm of the chair. "Still in the studio?"

"Yeah. They're pretty busy with signing new people and stuff so he's there a lot," Kurt said, tucking his palms between his knees to prevent himself from biting the skin around his nails. It looked tacky and he did not want to have massacred cuticles on his Presenting day.

He thought back to the first time Blaine had left him alone to go to the studio and how different the feeling he had right now was from then. It was right at the start of their bond; when he was feeling his most vulnerable submissively and he had been scared of being left, abandoned and not wanted all hours of the day. Waking up to his Dom's absence had felt like a confirmation of what everyone else knew. That he wasn't good enough. That he didn't measure up. That Blaine was tired of him.

His reaction that day was extreme. Submissive instincts going into overdrive and sending him into a mini meltdown until Blaine had come back to calm him.

Now… now he just missed his Dom and he knew, whatever Blaine was doing, that he missed him back. It eased his mind being that certain of Blaine coming back to him and it was pleasing to look back and see just how far they'd come in their relationship. To know for a fact that Blaine loved him and wanted to be with him always.

Kurt just wanted him to come back sooner.

As he continued to shift restlessly, he just couldn't help it, Jared eyed him curiously wondering what was bothering his son's sub.

"Kurt? Are you okay?" he asked and Kurt startled, jumping slightly up in his seat and turning guilty blue eyes on Jared.

"Yeah… well I think so?" He frowned to himself, the itching under his skin getting worse it seemed by the second. "No… um, well that is to say… not really…" he babbled forlornly and Jared chuckled warmly.

"Well how about you decide which one it is and let me know if I can help okay?" he smiled, eyes bright with good humor.

But how to start? How to say, oh yes Jared I want you to please help me stop lusting after your son. I really, really, really want him to take me to bed and finish the job. What would you suggest?

Kurt bit the inside of his cheek to keep the thoughts strictly inside his head and Jared gave him a moment more before picking up his book again to crack it open.

The minutes ticked past slowly; the only sounds in the room their soft breathing, Kurt's incessant moving and the crisp turn of pages.

He did come down to talk to Jared, after all. It couldn't hurt to ask for advice could it? There was no one else he could ask… well maybe google but that was pretty ridiculous and not strictly reliable. He sighed and the corner of Jared's mouth twitched.

The old man was just waiting him out. And damn if he didn't crack.

"I just…" He paused, wincing at how loud his voice suddenly seemed. Jared looked up again and cocked a brow patiently. "Well, I wanted to talk to you… about something," he said carefully.

Jared put his book aside again and leaned forward in his chair, chin cradled in his hands and elbows resting on his knees.

"I guessed as much," he grinned and Kurt flushed. "Anything you need, Kurt. You know you can come to me with any concerns," he assured him and Kurt shifted in his seat in discomfort.

Again, talking to your Dom's father about wanting to sleep with said son was probably a pretty stupid idea but hey… he was here already now so…

"I just… I… there's been something on my mind and I don't… I didn't know who else to talk to?" he asked it like a question before continuing when he saw Jared nod. "Um… Dana is as strong of a Dom as Blaine and um… I figured… you'd know…" he let it trail clumsily and flushed.

God this was embarrassing. Pulling my teeth out may be less painful.

"You figured..?" Jared prompted.

"Um… Blaine and I… we…" he started and then stopped not really sure how to finish that sentence and not sound creepy or horny or needy or just plain weird. Shit, he should just slink away now with the last scraps of his dignity intact. But no. He wasn't a coward… much. "Something feels different lately. I don't… I don't know why, or how… we just…" he tried again with the same result. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair and sighed, annoyed with himself.

Jared looked at him warmly and decided to help him out. After all he knew what was going on and watching the poor kid fumble around broke his heart a little.

"You feel like you need Blaine all the time?" Jared finished surely and Kurt snapped his eyes up in surprise.

"Yeah," he said on an exhale.

"Feel like you want him around all the time and you're restless when he's away? Like now?" Jared elaborated further and Kurt felt like the words were being pulled out of his own mind and voiced by this endlessly kind and patient man he now had the luck to call family.

"I… yes…I don't know how to… I feel like I can't…um…" he trailed off, hoping Jared would once again help out and finish his sentence.

"You can't get enough of him?" Jared lived up to Kurt's expectations with a teasing spark in his eyes and Kurt felt himself blush under that look. Tomato red.

"Something like that…" he muttered quietly, drawing his shoulders up a little coyly and Jared chuckled at his shy son in law.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Kurt. It's normal and expected at a time like this," the older man assured him gently and Kurt searched his face to find nothing but sincerity written into the lines there.

"It… it is?" he asked timidly and Jared stood up, crossing the space between them and sitting next to Kurt on the sofa. The younger sub twisted his body around so he could keep eye contact, sitting with his back to the armrest and knees drawn up loosely so his feet rested in the small space between them.

"Of course it is. Kurt, what Blaine and you have together… it's not that common," he said and Kurt frowned.

"What do you mean? A lot of my friends are bonded already," he said and Jared shook his head.

"None of your friends are as strong of a Dom as Blaine. And, apart from Jeff whom the circumstances turned into a more submissive person than he would probably be naturally, you are the most responsive, pliant sub I have had the chance to meet. Combine that and you get a perfect bond. Like Blaine and you have. Without someone like you… he would have spiraled out of control," Jared said and Kurt stared at him in surprise.

"What… how? Why?" he stuttered in shock.

"He's powerful, Kurt. I'm sure you feel that. Dana and I were getting increasingly worried about him the longer he left it. And then you came along you wonderful thing. Anyone less submissive than you wouldn't have been enough to balance him out. You are the perfect match for him. You're what he needs to be able to function," Jared told him just like that and Kurt felt himself smile against his will.

The sub in him thrived and preened and blossomed at knowing he was so essential to his Dom. Though that didn't help him control his latest problem. In fact that only made it worse. Made the desire to greet Blaine on his knees when he got home all the more potent. Or maybe he could somehow tie himself to the headboard? Blaine liked it when they played that game after all…

Shit. He could feel himself responding to the naughty imagery and he was mortified beyond all belief because Jared was sitting inches from him and the only thing stopping him from knowing what exactly he had been sidetracked by were his knees. He drew them tighter to his body and held his robe around himself, trying to pretend he was suddenly cold.

It probably didn't work.

"I…" he cleared his throat to get rid of the strangled quality. "I need him too."

Like right now.

"That's the beauty of it, son," Jared smiled unawares just how immediate his advice was needed. "The need you feel is mutual. And I know it's hard to resist but that will make your bonding even more perfect."

Kurt huffed at the almost foreign word. Resist?

"If we can make it until then," he scoffed and Jared snorted out a loud laugh, startling Kurt in his seat.

"Are you worried about slipping?" he asked and Kurt wrapped his arms around his knees, as if he wished he could keep something so personal to himself, and stared down at his toes.

Because the truth was he was worried.

"A little… yes."

Jared nodded. "Yeah that can be a bit difficult, I admit. But there are ways to make it easier," he said and Kurt looked up hopefully.

"There are?" he asked, perking up considerably.

"When Dana and I were waiting for our Ceremony we had a similar problem. We… um… well to put it bluntly we almost didn't make it one night. After that… we decided to sleep in separate rooms for the remaining few days we had left until our Presenting. Maybe, that could be your solution? No need to keep temptation in bed with you right?" he said and Kurt frowned picturing three nights of sleeping without Blaine's arms around him; without his strength to soothe him, without his natural dominance lacing his voice and making him shiver.

He wasn't sure if he could sleep at all without Blaine next to him.

God, things had changed so much. From being afraid to even be close to his Dom to being terrified of being away from him.

"I don't… I don't think I can…" he said sadly, a whine already weaving its way into the undertones and Jared took his hand.

"I know it's terrifying, Kurt. But in my opinion a few restless nights are a lot better than struggling against your very nature. Maybe… talk to Blaine about it?" he suggested and Kurt finally caved and bit at his thumb, so deep in thought he didn't even see Jared standing up, feel him clasp his shoulder or hear the sound of keys jingling from the front door.

Jared retrieved his book just as the front door closed. Kurt snapped his head up at that sound and he felt his skin crawl with the need to attach himself to Blaine and never let go.

"Talk to him," Jared said and stepped towards the exit, headed for the stairs.

"Jared?" Kurt called and the man turned around with an amused smile on his face.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," Kurt said and he smiled; soft lines webbed in the corners of his wise eyes, face warm and comforting.

"Any time, Kurt. Night," he said and disappeared from view, quiet like a shadow. He blew out a breath and looked down to his toes again, watching himself wiggle them absently as he mulled over everything.

"What are we thanking him for?" a gentle, raspy voice came from the door and Kurt snapped his head up. All talk of resisting or talking evaporated from his head like they had never been there at all as a wave of longing swept over him. He'd missed him, and now he was only feet away. So, heart hammering in his chest, he jumped up and strode across the room determinedly, throwing himself into his Dom's arms and knocking the breath out of him.

"Sir," he breathed, hiding his face in Blaine's neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders and legs secured tightly around his waist. He inhaled deeply and almost moaned at the sweet, heavy scent which was uniquely Blaine's.

"Whoa, lovely… hey…is everything okay?" Blaine asked as he held Kurt tightly against his body, surprised at the enthusiastic welcome from his sub but more than happy to receive it. He had been going crazy at the studio, half his mind home here while the other half tried to function to make himself useful. Wes and David simply shook their heads at him and picked up the slack he was leaving without a word… well, not too much mocking? Okay, they fucking hammered him with jibes but they were good natured. They'd both been where he was after all.

"Missed you," Kurt whispered, nuzzling his neck and breathing him in over and over until he felt drunk with it, desperate in his need to crawl under Blaine's skin. To just mold himself into his body and stay.

It sparked a primal reaction in Blaine and he rumbled deep in his chest; not quite a growl but enough to make Kurt squirm and he loved it. The reaction that Kurt never failed to give so naturally so even the slightest hint of dominance.

"Missed that too," Kurt purred back and he felt him squeeze his thighs oh so tightly around his hips and he almost lost his cool. Fuck. This minx didn't even know what he was doing to him.

"Oh, baby," Blaine murmured; kissing his temple, running his fingers through his hair and down his back as he walked them to the armchair. He sat down with his koala of a sub firmly on his lap.

"I missed you too, beautiful boy," he said and that got Kurt to lift his face and look at him finally.

"You did, sir?" he asked beaming and Blaine cupped his cheeks, bringing their lips together and kissing him softly. He fully intended on keeping it light and teasing because there was a fire in his blood that was impossible to put out once he got going and anything more these days set him off like a firework.

But the best laid plans were ashes in the face of Kurt's pliant mouth that tasted like peaches. Did he chose a different lip balm every day to torture him? And his lithe beguiling body lay waste to all his good intentions as it shifted on top of him; all elegant, stunning angles and liquid movements.

The kiss went deep. Blaine shifted his head to the side and laved his tongue over the seam of his lips and Kurt opened readily for him with a content little noise that was far too sexy for his own good. The tips of their tongues met, danced teasingly before Kurt retreated and Blaine pressed the offensive, forcing Kurt's head back with how hard he pushed forwards all of a sudden. Kurt whimpered against his lips, gluing them together as he clutched Blaine's hair in his fingers.

He broke off and touched their foreheads together to try and get some breathing room. "Of course I did, lovely boy," he said softly, trying to ease the tension between them. There was a reason they couldn't be doing this… if only he could grasp a hold of the elusive thought pattern…

They fell back into each other's mouths.

"Blaine… I want you," Kurt moaned as Blaine's hands found his hips and guided him even closer, when there was no space left between them in the first place. His skin blazed, blood boiling and all he wanted was Blaine's hands on him, Blaine's lips on his own, his Dom to own him completely.

"Beautiful…" he sighed when lips descended on his neck and bit lightly, Kurt's lithe body rocking in his lap, shivering and needy for him.

He knew he had to stop them… he knew it wasn't right, but god did it feel like the most perfect thing he had ever felt. His sub on his lap, desperate for him, begging for him, trusting, open and craving. He wanted to flip them onto the carpet and pin Kurt's arms over his head. Lick him head to toe until he was dizzy with pleasure and begging him to come, to fuck him.

He went hot all over, vision nearly blacking out with the depth of his desire… but it wasn't right somehow. It was too soon. And he knew it deep down, a niggling ache at the back of his head.

"Kurt… Kurt baby we need to stop," he said, his body screaming and hating him. Kurt whined, clutching him tighter and hiding his face against his shoulder.

"Don't want to," he said petulantly and Blaine chuckled, trying his best to still his ragged breathing and get his rebelling body under control again. They shouldn't be this desperate! He and Kurt had traded blowjobs this morning, frantic hand-jobs when he told him he would have to leave for the studio which made him twenty minutes late. This insatiable need, while impressive and fucking awesome, was still a little crazy.

"I don't want to either, gorgeous. But we have to," he said and Kurt half sighed, half whimpered knowing he was right. He pulled away, running a hand through his messed up hair and touching his fingers to his bruised lips when he felt them throbbing almost painfully.

He removed his fingers and ran his tongue over them, startling when Blaine groaned at the sight hips bucking him upwards.

The things you do to me, lovely," he moaned and Kurt had the audacity to blush! Acting all bashful when he was mauling Blaine mere seconds ago!

Kurt shivered as he thought about how out of control he felt when he saw Blaine and he knew, in that moment that Jared was right. They had to think of something.

"It's getting harder," he said softly and Blaine flicked an eyebrow up and looked down at their laps.

"I should hope so."

Kurt smacked him on the chest in reprimand but the joke eased some of the rawness of the atmosphere.

His Dom put on his serious face and reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. "What is, lovely?"

Kurt took his hand, twining their fingers.

"Resisting you," he admitted and Blaine sighed, nodding in consent.

"I know. I can barely keep my hands off of you," he said and Kurt took a deep breath, settling for the fact that he just had to say it.

"I… I've been worried about what's happening to me when you left tonight. I'm not used to… being this… this out of it and I… I talked to your dad about it," Kurt said and Blaine frowned, not sure if he should be worried about it.

"What did you talk about?" he asked, determined not to jump to any conclusions. He'd been there and learned his lesson not too long ago so he wasn't in a hurry to get back there.

"Um… we… we're out of control, sir. Both of us are… I mean, I can't speak for you but I feel like I can't get close enough to you. Like… I can be glued to you and it's still not enough and it scared me. I don't want us to slip and do this the wrong way. I want it to be right," he explained haltingly and Blaine ran a hand over his face tiredly, head tilting back against the seat.

"I know, baby. I've been feeling the same way. You drive me insane and I can't resist you," Blaine said and Kurt nodded. His hands moved automatically to Blaine's shoulders to try and knead out some of the stress he could hear in his Doms voice.

"Your dad… he said it was the same for him and Dana."

Blaine dropped his hands. "Oh eeeeeeeew. I don't wanna know that, Kurt," he whined and Kurt smacked his chest again in warning before going back to his massage.

"Well I don't care. He had a good suggestion. And after what just happened here I think we need it," Kurt said and Blaine tilted his head in question, hazel eyes blinking up at him.

"Okay fine… what was his suggestion?"

"He said that he and Dana slept apart the last few days before their Presenting," he broached and watched a slow frown begin to work its way across Blaine's face with every word. He had to keep going though, there was nothing else he could think of that would work. "I think… I think it would be for the best," Kurt finished, voice barely making it out of his tight throat.

Blaine's eyes widened and he looked properly alarmed now.

"Sleep apart? No," was his immediate response, all strong unwavering dominance that made Kurt shiver.

"Sir," Kurt beseeched, biting his lip as Blaine's hand gripped his ass and hip possessively.

"That's out of the question. Think of something else," Blaine said.

"But there is nothing else that I can think of!" Kurt exclaimed. "Please, sir."

"But… but I don't want to," he said in a whiny voice after a beat, completely clashing with his empowering dominance and Kurt smiled at him lovingly.

"I don't want to either, sir. But… but we can't... I don't think we can be trusted to be alone," Kurt said wryly looking pointedly at Blaine's hands and the way Kurt was rocking into him a little and Blaine knew he was right. They were helpless around each other. Hungry. Desperate.

Blaine growled, glowering at the space over Kurt's shoulder and tightening his grip on Kurt before easing off in defeat. "I know. God dammit. I know. You think it will work?" he asked and Kurt shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know. I just… I think we should try at least?" he said softly, wanting conformation from Blaine that he agreed. This was too important to both of them and it wouldn't sit right if he didn't get confirmation from his Dominant.

"Fine. But you better go now before I can't let you go," Blaine suggested releasing him and slinging his arms up and over the back of the armchair. Kurt only hesitated a moment before scrambling off his lap, feeling the loss keenly. "You take our room and I'll sleep in the guest one across the hall."

Kurt bit his lip, toeing at the floor anxiously. "Do you really think being across the hall is best?"

"You're pushing it with getting me to agree to this at all, lovely. If I'm not across the hall I'm in bed with you," he said frank and honest.

"Okay," he breathed softly… and then didn't move. Shit.

Blaine smiled at him. "Go to bed, lovely," he ordered and Kurt released a sigh of relief as his muscles unlocked.

"Night, sir."

With one last fleeting look at his Dom; all stretched, bunched, delicious muscles and curly mop top, he made his way upstairs and into their bedroom. Shutting the door behind himself he wondered why the hell the room seemed so much bigger and colder now.

The ache and itch for Blaine seeped back in slowly and he made a hurt, needy sound before sucking it up and moving towards the bed. He threw he robe on the end and slipped beneath the covers on the too big bed in the too cold sheets. The fabric scratched his oversensitive skin and he closed his eyes, trying to pretend that the sheets touching him were Blaine's fingers tracing the smooth expanse of his flat stomach and slim thighs. No. No. Don't think about that. But it was like a slippery slope; that first step over and down he went, tumbling and sprawling into the thick sludge his submissive hindbrain had been dredging up for weeks now.

He rolled over onto his stomach with a groan. God he was so hot. So desperate despite his logical reasoning. Still hard. And there was no relief to be had, even when he rolled back over and tugged Blaine's shirt over his head. There was something about being denied Blaine that made this lust all the more difficult to endure. Flopping back onto his back he closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, but all he saw behind his closed lids were bodies intertwined and he lost his breath to the fantasies playing across his mind's eye.

His hand slipped down his body without his really registering the movement at all and with a soft bite to his lip he palmed the ache between his legs, whispering a soft, "Sir," into the night as he sunk into that soft, submissive place more deeply than ever.

In the other room Blaine gasped as an electric shock went through his already pulled tight body.

How had he ended up back here?

Scowling fiercely at the door like it was somehow its fault that he was banished to the guestroom Blaine burned inside. Itching and writhing inside his skin and feeling need right down to his very bones as he lay on top of the covers on the bed.

He was going to kill his father and his bright ideas.

So what that he couldn't keep his hands to himself! It wouldn't really be that bad if they sealed their bond ahead of time would it? If he simply snuck into their bedroom and crawled on top of his sub. Kurt would welcome him with open arms; his beautiful, lovely, responsive boy. God was he responsive, he thought with a growl. He'd never known the like of it and it drove him crazy with every whimper and sigh of his name. Every 'sir' that crossed those plump, pink lips.

Groaning Blaine looked down at his tented underwear, the only thing he was wearing seeing as he couldn't grab anything from their room. Clothes felt far too restrictive these days anyways, especially when he found himself in a perpetual state of arousal. Work didn't distract him. School didn't distract him. Nothing he had tried had helped and really, why should he be fighting this feeling so hard? Kurt was his already, mark change or not, ceremony or not, so why shouldn't he go across the hall, break out the silk ties and maybe a few other naughty toys and have his way with his beautiful submissive?

It got harder and harder to hold onto any sense of reason as to why he was in this room at all. Everything just seemed more and more illogical as the seconds ticked by and his want ratcheted higher.

He licked his bottom lip and moaned when he could still get a faint taste of the peach of Kurt's lip balm. It was torture. Just a few minutes ago he had Kurt sprawled across his lap trading wet kisses and keening his name for fucks sake. He could still feel the rush of endorphins and adrenaline from the moment coursing through his blood like it had never really dissipated, just lay dormant. He wanted to order Kurt in here. Command him to his knees. He'd look so pretty; obedient and ready for him, looking up through that curtain of lashes, iridescent blue peeking through.

"Fuck this," Blaine rumbled and rolled to his feet. His cock was throbbing in its cotton confines and his mind was soaked in Dominant pheromones.

Striding towards the door he was surprised when it swung inwards and the very siren on his mind burst through and into his arms.

"Kurt," he gasped, pulling him back inside when he realized with a painful twist in his gut that his beautiful boy was naked. Flushed and sweaty, hard and shivering all over as he coiled around his body like he was searching for all the right angles to lock them together permanently.

"Sir... please..." Kurt begged, pawing at him urgently and it flipped a switch that was already half way pressed in the first place.

Blaine slammed the door shut and twisted them around, gluing Kurt's back to the wood and pressing his half naked body against his sub. He dived in, kissing already red bitten lips and slid his hands down his subs sides, feeling perfect, smooth skin under his palms. He reached his thighs and cupped the backs of them, lifting Kurt up and moaning loudly when those long legs wrapped around his waist without a word. Like they belonged there.

"God baby, the things you do to me... you drive me crazy... Kurt..." he growled out between wet, sloppy kisses as he grinded his hips against Kurt's, his sub whining and panting against his lips in response, no longer being able to even kiss back properly. It made the Dom in him roar in satisfaction. He was completely out of control, beyond the point of return and he knew he was done for. It's just that he didn't care.

His fingers clutched Kurt's back, digging in, sliding down sweaty, slippery skin and marking him as his all the way. He reached the swell of Kurt's amazing ass and with a moment's hesitation he dipped his finger between his cheeks, greedily pressing lower until he was rubbing the tip of it over his puckered entrance.

Kurt gasped when he felt's Blaine's fingers on his most intimate place, his insides turning and desperate fingers gripping damp, tangled curls as he brought his Dom's lips closer to his neck. Bites peppered his skin, the stings of it making him crazy and he arched into every one, shamelessly pleading for more. For harder or deeper or anything. He just needed it.

He felt himself melt when Blaine's other hand pulled him away from his curls and grabbed his wrists pinning them above their heads. He keened at the strength. The utter control Blaine was able to wield over him with so little effort. He was held against the door with Blaine's torso as his Dom's other hand spread butterfly touches to his core and he felt like he was going to catch alight any second. It was so intoxicating... hearing Blaine's praise, feeling his touch, filing his nostrils with his smell and tasting the sweaty skin on his lips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind there was something screaming at him to stop, to make it right by staying away but this... Blaine... this was right wasn't it? Making his Dom feel good. Giving in. Like he was being torn apart but not to be destroyed, to be rebuilt even better, brighter. Complete.

When Blaine's lips found his again he kissed back forcefully, rolling his hips and tongue against his Dom's and whimpering.

"Sir," was the only thing that could form in his lust filled brain and he didn't even know what he wanted, he just needed to say it, needed Blaine to read him like a book and give him… something. Anything to calm the storm in his veins his touches awakened.

"That's it, baby. Mine... you're all mine. So good for me," Blaine whispered against his flushed cheek as he pushed his finger against his hole, barely breaching the tight ring of muscle there but Kurt's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar sensation.

A silver hue caught his gaze and he gasped at the sight of a gorgeous dark grey suit hanging off his closet door, pristine, crisp and perfect. The suit he would wear when he finally bonded with Blaine for real. It got him hotter. He wanted to bond to Blaine as soon as was humanly possible. Right now. He wanted to be his right now. But… but… his mind was snagging, tripping, falling.

He shook it to try and free it up, moaning when Blaine rolled into him again and he lost focus.

"Sir..." he choked out, not even sure what he was asking for anymore as Blaine continued to touch him. Stroke him. Kiss him. "Sir," he tried again and Blaine just buried his face in his neck, lips bruising and hot against his skin as he began to suck.

"I want you so much, Kurt," he growled when he broke away. "Mine... all mine." And it vibrated into Kurt's very cells.

"I…" he inhaled hard and Blaine pressed his finger in just that little bit more. "I…" There was a word forming on his lips, coming from somewhere deep down beneath the haze of lust and love and passion. Pressed far under every submissive urge that was screaming at him to bear down and get that finger deeper to pave the way for something much more. He moved his mouth to Blaine's ear, panting hard and unsure as the world turned on its axis. "R-red," he whispered almost inaudibly like the tiny word wouldn't fit into his mouth right. Oh god. Then stronger. "Red. Red. Red!"

It felt like the air around them froze.

Blaine went rigid against him, like someone had just come behind him and stabbed him. But Kurt could hardly concentrate on that. He was reeling in his own head. Shuddering from head to toe like he'd been dropped into an icy lake and numb. Just, numb, as every single feeling that had been burning him up before melted away into nothingness and left him a little hollow.

Did he just safeword out?

The question was ringing in his ears alongside his pounding heart. He felt like the last few minutes had been happening to someone else and he had stumbled upon the scene, deciding to end it in the most abrupt way he could possibly think of.

Blaine's horrified face answered his question for him though as he pulled back.

He looked seconds away from fainting. Normally tan skin pale and clammy, eyes wild and regretful and hands turned ice cold as they slipped from his body.

"Lovely...oh my god...I'm sorry..." he started, lowering him to the floor and jumping away from him as if he had been burned. He held his hands up in surrender as if he wanted to give Kurt the chance to strike back in revenge if he so desired and it was unsettling how small he looked in that moment. How shaken to his core he was by this one word.

Kurt wanted him to be his strong, confident Dom again. He needed him to be with a force that threatened to make him break down in sobs because he felt so fragile, so lost with what he had just done and where it had truly come from and he needed his arms around him to keep him from falling apart.

"Sir... Blaine no... you have nothing to be sorry about I just..." Kurt tried, choking over every word ineffectively but Blaine already looked broken...so broken that he just shook his head and turned away crossing his hands on his chest as he sank into the armchair in the corner and stared at the floor.

"Don't make excuses for me, Kurt. Just don't," he whispered shakily and Kurt shivered at the tone, making him realize he was still very much naked. He glanced around and spotted a robe hung over the bedpost and quickly scrambled to put it on. Tying it closed he padded towards the chair and came to a stop in front of Blaine, taking his head between his palms and forcing him to look up.

His heart broke when those honey colored eyes locked with his. Usually vibrant and full of life they now seemed dull and dimmed. He couldn't stand it and everything he was feeling got pushed aside as the new desire to take care of his Dom took its place.

Take care of him and he'll take care of me, he chanted over and over in his head.

"There's nothing to excuse, sir," he said surely, trying to put as much conviction he could into it while still feeling shaky.

Blaine let out an icy laugh in response that made Kurt shiver and want to back away.

"You... lovely, you safeworded out of what I was doing to you," Blaine said sounding like it scraped his throat raw coming up. Kurt blinked at him and swallowed, the magnitude of what he had done still sinking in.

I did. I did do that. I did that because… because…

He looked towards over his shoulder towards the suit that had derailed him in the first place and felt his chest hitch.

I did that because we're supposed to be getting bonded in three days.

Blaine was unaware to his inner epiphany however. "I... I've pushed you so much these past few days, I know I've been doing it. Wanting more from you. Being more dominant and I get so lost when I'm like that but it's not an excuse and you're trying to justify what I've done. God, don't do that, Kurt," he pleaded, working himself up into such a state in the aftermath of this huge thing that tears were dripping down his cheeks.

Kurt realized what was in his head finally. Blaine thought he had hurt him. His pain came solely from the thought that he had done something Kurt didn't want that made him use his safe word for the first time in their relationship. He was so far gone into regret and self-hatred that Kurt knew words wouldn't suffice to get him back. No words would ever be as strong as what he, as his sub, could do for his frayed mind.

Letting go of Blaine's head he replaced it with his Dom's fingers, twining them between his own as he sunk slowly to his knees in front of him. It was a huge gesture. Especially given how truly vulnerable Kurt was feeling right now.

Blue eyes looked up and found hazel ones wide and scared and confused.

"Kurt..." He shook his head forcefully, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I don't deserve this," he whispered brokenly and Kurt took one of Blaine's palms, cupping his own cheek with it and pressing a small kiss to the center.

Take care of him and he'll take care of me.

"What makes you say that, sir?" he asked, willing his voice to remain calm and collected. The traces of what they did earlier were still humming beneath his skin but he had a Dom to placate and everything else fell secondary to that primal submissive need to help.

"You said it... you said red because of what I did," Blaine said and covered his mouth with his other palm to quiet a half growl, half sob that was threatening to escape. Equally angry and upset with himself.

Kurt smiled gently and shook his head.

"I said red because of what we were about to do, Blaine," he said slowly, willing his Dom to understand. But Blaine seemed too far gone to be able to logically process information. Smothering a whine, Kurt dropped his head onto Blaine's knee and nuzzled. He closed his eyes and thought desperately, take care of him and he'll take care of me.

And somehow he must have telegraphed what he was thinking and feeling because the next thing he knew he was being lifted up into a bridal hold and carried back into their bedroom. Away from the scene that had scared both of them and into the comfort of home.

Kurt let a few of his own tears slip free as he buried his face into Blaine's neck, desperately holding on to him when he tried to place him on the bed. Now that the dam had broken he couldn't contain himself and Kurt needed Blaine close. He felt like he couldn't breathe with the thought of him moving away.

Blaine managed to get him on the soft mattress with a soothing hush and then his body was settling over him like a blanket. An instinctive Dominant response that had always worked wonders on Kurt. He wrapped his arms tightly around Blaine's bare back and encouraged him to drop all his weight down as he buried his face in his shoulder. His Dom continued to coo at him, stroking his ruined hair and telling him he was a good boy.

Eventually he settled.

"I've got you, beautiful boy. You're so good. I've got you. I'm so sorry, lovely," Blaine was whispering and kissing into his temple over and over as he came back into his senses properly and Kurt whined in response. For this beautiful man whose biggest fear was hurting him.

"It wasn't because of you, sir," Kurt managed to repeat hoarsely. "It wasn't."

"Kurt, please be honest with me, lovely. I won't punish you, I swear to god I won't," Blaine begged, with a hint of an order underlying the words.

"I'm not," he pleaded feeling raw and open, on the verge of crying again as he pressed his nails into the skin of his Doms back. "I'm not lying, sir. I'm not."

"Shhh," Blaine hushed, ducking his head to nose at his forehead and press a series of kisses there too. "Okay, lovely. I believe you. Thank you for telling me the truth."

"I just… everything was so much and I really wanted it and it felt so good and I just… said it," Kurt hurried to get it out. To try and explain before Blaine started blaming himself again. "When I was younger my dad... he talked to me about what it meant to be a sub in Lima. He told me to see myself as worthy and not to throw myself around because I mattered. And I promised myself I'd give myself to my Dom properly for the first time. I want you, sir. Madly. But... I want to wait until the Ceremony so we can do it right," he finished softly, as much a telling for himself as for Blaine.

Blaine stilled for a moment and then he felt him pull back, coaxing his face to face his. Kurt fluttered his eyes open and saw that Blaine's were a little clearer. A little hopeful. "So... that's why..."

He nodded frantically. "I opened my eyes for a second and saw my suit and remembered what we both wanted. Neither of us were going to stop and I didn't want to… but I guess I did deep down and I was saying it before I even knew I was saying it," he explained lame and sad, babbling a bit.

"I didn't hurt you?" Blaine asked to be sure, face serious as he searched his eyes.

"No, sir. Absolutely not."

He nodded and then a full smile began to break across his face like sunshine on a cloudy day. "You're amazing you know?"

Kurt's eyes widened. "For coloring out?"

"For being strong enough for both of us," Blaine corrected and he kissed him between the eyes, then followed down the slope of his nose. "And I love you so much more for that my perfect, wonderful, lovely boy."

It was all the assurance he needed to hear and he snuggled his face back into Blaine's shoulder with a relieved, happy sigh. "Can you sleep in here tonight?" he mumbled.

Blaine stroked a hand over his hair and kissed his head. "Of course, lovely. We'll talk about the bedroom thing again tomorrow so don't worry about it anymore okay? I've got you and I'm not going anywhere."

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And there it is! Finally! Well the first half of it anyways xD
Let us know what you thought people... please? :P
Love A&M
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