For those who read the warnings in the first chapter… I have removed the warning for non-con. I've mapped out the story and there will be no non-con.
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Last time on "Unlock My Heart"…
Kurt never realized that Blaine had wiped whipped cream off his face.
The two gasped at the electric sensation of Blaine's finger on Kurt's flesh.
All Kurt could think was NO!
Blaine's finger seemed to burn across his skin and that burning feeling continued across his right wrist.
"No," Kurt whispered. "No, no, no, no!" He yanked his long sleeve back and saw it as it happened. White letters popped up on his Soul band. Blaine Anderson. Blaine Anderson was his Soulmate. That meant only one thing to Kurt in his panicked state. Blaine was a Dom. Blaine was his Dom.
His eyes were wide with horror.
Dimly he heard a laugh. Looking at Blaine, he saw the boy grinning and holding out his right wrist. His wrist that now said Kurt Hummel.
"Kurt! You're my sub!" he cried out ecstatically, his golden eyes sparkling with joy.
Shaking his head, Kurt refused to acknowledge the words. "No, no, no!" he insisted.
He stood abruptly, grabbed his bag and without a backward glance, ran out of the Lima Bean. He was in his Navigator, putting it in reverse when he looked up. He saw Blaine standing at the door of the coffee shop. Kurt barely gave a thought to the hurt look on Blaine's face before he was racing out of the parking lot.
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Kurt couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was driving through town feeling almost paranoid that Blaine might have followed. Thinking of a safe place he could hide away for a while, he thought of his mom. Minutes later, he was pulling up to the cemetery and getting out, leaving his phone in the car. Walking to his mother's well-loved tombstone, he sat down, tracing his fingers along her name.
"Mom," he whispered, tears running down his face. "What am I going to do? I don't want a Soulmate! I want a Dom even less than that! I don't want someone to control my life, my words, hell, even my wardrobe. I remember when I went and stayed with Mark and Julie. Mom, he told her what to wear! He made her call him Sir and she told me when we were alone that when they had sex, she was supposed to call him Master. How utterly egotistical and twisted. Of course she told me that it helped put her in the right frame of mind to worship his body. Yuck! People aren't supposed to worship other people. Hell, I don't believe in god, Mom, but even I know that most people worship god, not man. I don't know what to do, Mom," he said, running his fingers down her headstone.
"I wish you were here. I know Dad didn't treat you like a slave. I have bits and pieces of memories of you and Dad fighting. Dad never told you to back down or be quiet," he gave a soft snort. "Hell, I think he enjoyed you being snarky. I know I got that from you. The thing is, Mom, I really liked Blaine. He was so sweet, funny, sincere. I never even thought about whether he was a Dom or sub. I was just completely comfortable in his presence. Now though, I can't even think about him in the same way. All I can think of is how he said 'Kurt, you're my sub!' He was so happy, ecstatic even. He didn't even say Soulmate, he said sub. He automatically went to the place where he would have power. Did he think I was going to immediately drop to my knees and worship him? Is that what he wanted from me? Was I supposed to shout 'You're my Dom! Please, rule my life!' I have been just fine for seventeen years. Dad has never even had to discipline me. But I'm supposed to welcome this stranger, that I barely know, into my life and start doing whatever he tells me to do? I don't think so. It's just not going to happen. I am no man's servant or slave. Plain and simple. I know Dad is going to be upset that I ran off like I did, but I couldn't help it. Oh, god, Mom, does he have power in my life now? Like Mike and Tina? Can he take me out of school without Dad's permission? Does he have that kind of power over my life? Mom, please, help me," Kurt said, breaking down and crying. "I don't want to lose who I am based on someone else's whims. It's just not fair." He kept seeing Blaine's overjoyed expression, heard his voice so happily call Kurt his sub. How could this be happening? The fact that he'd hoped to date Blaine just made it all the more depressing. This morning Blaine had been a friend, someone he laughed with and discussed life issues with. A fellow gay male who understood where Kurt was coming from. Now, though. Now Blaine was more or less the enemy. Kurt wouldn't trust him again. Nor would he let some random mark on Blaine's body proclaim ownership over his life.
Kurt blew a kiss to his mom and headed back to his car. He drove home slowly, taking his time. Should he tell his dad that he'd met his Soulmate? Would his dad force him to find Blaine? He didn't know for sure. For the time being, he would just leave things as they were. He was glad he hadn't given Blaine his phone number. If he stayed away from the Lima Bean, it should be relatively easy to avoid Blaine.
Pulling up to his house, he sees that his dad is home, the old blue truck sitting in the driveway. Suddenly he missed his dad, missed his comforting presence. He hurried to the door and pushed it open.
"Dad, I'm home," he called.
"Hey bud," Burt said coming around the corner from the kitchen.
Kurt went up to his dad and hugged him fiercely. "Dad," he sighed against his father's strong shoulder.
"You okay, sport?" Burt asked, rubbing his back.
"I am now," Kurt said, giving his dad one last squeeze before taking a step back.
"How was your day?" his dad asked.
"Not the best so far," Kurt said evasively.
"Keep an open mind, son," he said.
Kurt looked up at him. "What?"
"Hi, Kurt," a voice came from behind his dad.
Kurt's stomach plummeted to the floor as he recognized that voice. Blaine walked up to him, his golden eyes large and filled with a quiet joy.
"I need to go," Kurt mumbled, his eyes filling with tears, and turned around. His hand was on the door knob when his dad's voice stopped him.
"Kurt, you need to give the guy a chance. Hear what he has to say. You owe him that much," Burt said, putting his hand on Kurt's shoulder and turning him around. He pulled Kurt's sleeve up and looked at his wrist, nodding to himself.
"Why? Why do I suddenly owe him something?" Kurt wanted to know. He looked at his father, knowing his expression gave away his feelings of betrayal.
"Regardless of how you feel about Doms and subs- which is just a face of life – this man is your Soulmate. That is why you owe it to him to hear him out," Burt said.
"How the hell did you even find me?" Kurt demanded.
"You are the only Hummel household in Lima," Blaine said simply before taking a step closer. "Kurt, please come talk to me," he said, holding his hand out.
Kurt stared at him for a minute before stepping around him and going to sit in his father's recliner in the living room. Blaine followed and sat across from him on the sofa.
"Thank you for giving me a chance," Blaine said quietly.
"Thank my dad. If it wasn't for him, you would already be out the door," Kurt replied.
Blaine just looked at him for a long moment before nodding. "I know you're upset, though, I don't know why. We are Soulmates, Kurt. This is the most important and rewarding relationship you will ever be a part of."
Kurt scoffed. "Rewarding for whom?"
Blaine tilted his head to the side, confused. "For us both. Is that not how you see a Soulmate relationship?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Have you ever been around Soulmates?" Kurt asked.
Blaine nodded. "Of course. It is a mutually beneficial, harmonious mix of two lives born to complement each other perfectly."
Kurt stared at him for a moment, a perfectly arched brow raised in the air. "As far as I can tell, only the Dom benefits; getting a servant and sex slave."
"You don't think subs benefit from a Soulmate bond?" Blaine asked.
"I think I made that pretty obvious. But you obviously think there is some benefit. So why don't you enlighten me?" Kurt said snarkily.
Blaine's eyebrow rose. "Don't be rude, Kurt."
Kurt took a deep breath, refusing to acknowledge Blaine's direction, though he felt the urge to obey deep in the pit of his stomach.
"As for the benefits, subs are taken care of by their Doms in every way. Mentally, physically, and spiritually. All of their needs are met. In return, the sub finds joy and peace in serving their Dom," Blaine said.
Kurt could tell by Blaine's expression that he truly believed what he was saying. "Who decided that subs need to be taken care of to that extent? As for experiencing joy and peace in serving a Dom; you've got to be kidding! That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. So, you are saying, for example, that you, the Dom, babysit a sub, tell them how and what to think and feel. In return, the sub gets all giddy from being a household servant and sex slave. Oh yeah, that makes perfect sense." Cynicism dripped from each word.
Blaine stared at him for a long moment. "Kurt, you don't get it at all. Subs are born with a built in need to serve their Dom as well as the need to be watched over and guided. The Dom carries the burden of making the tough life decisions so the sub doesn't have to." Blaine paused. "Look I can tell I'm not getting anywhere here. Can you at least give what I've said some thought? Take the chance that I, as your Soulmate and Dom, have your best interests at heart."
Kurt shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just can't buy that. I'm perfectly capable – sub or not – of making my own decisions for my life. Can you take the chance and believe that I don't need a Dom? This is why I wear gloves. I liked you. Now, knowing I'm expected to kneel at your feet and thank you for the oxygen I breathe, I'm no longer interested. I'm sorry. I hope you can find someone to make you happy. Because it's not going to be me."
Blaine just smiled at him sadly. "You already make me happy, Kurt, just knowing the simple fact that you're mine."
Kurt gritted his teeth. "I. Am. Not. Yours! I am my own person! Why do you want to force this on me? Can't you see this isn't what I want?"
"It may not be what you want, but it is what you need. I'm not giving up on us," Blaine stated. "I'm sad about this whole situation. I was ecstatic, filled with such joy. The guy I have a major crush on turns out to be my Soulmate. I got to enjoy it for less than a minute. It was the best seconds of my life so far. We should be celebrating, Kurt. Instead, I'm having to convince you to even give it thought. It breaks my heart. You know, Kurt, some Doms wouldn't be giving you this much leeway. I have seen Dom's tie up their subs in order to get them to cooperate. "
Kurt's eyes widened. "So I'm supposed to be grateful that you aren't abusing me in order to get your way? Forget this. Get out! Get out of my house and don't come back!" Kurt yelled, his fragile temper breaking.
"Stop yelling. Now," Blaine told him sternly, his voice reeking of power.
Kurt's mouth closed of its own volition. A half second passed before he realized how fast he had obeyed. With a shriek of fury, he ran out of the den and into his room, locking the door behind him. He quickly went to the stereo and turned it up. If he turned it up loud enough, he wouldn't be able to hear Blaine if he decided to come up there and start spouting off orders. He smiled at the irony of the song that came up first on his mp3 player.
Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray
Trying hard to reach out
But when I tried to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I prayed I could break away
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk
Take a chance
Make a change
And breakaway
After a half hour, Kurt heard his dad's voice yelling between songs. "Blaine left Kurt, come on out now," Burt called.
Kurt turned off the music and went downstairs to talk to his dad.
"We need to talk, son," Burt said.
"I know. But Dad, I need you to understand, I beg you to understand. I am supposed to live the life that Blaine wants me to live. How is that fair? I want to make my own decisions," Kurt said, pleading with his eyes.
"Kurt, if Blaine is a good Dom, which it appears he is, he will let you live the life you want as long as you are safe and well taken care of. Give him that chance," Burt said gently.
Kurt stared at him, tears of disappointment streaking down his pale cheeks. "I'm going to bed," he said. "Lots to think about."
"Okay son. Oh, uh, I gave Blaine your phone number. I hope that's okay," Burt told him.
Kurt just shook his head and went up to his room. He was so upset, he skipped his skin care regime and just crawled in bed in his boxer briefs. Not even a minute later, his phone beeped, indicating a new text message.
Kurt didn't want to read it. What if it was an order? The preview screen just said 'This is Blaine'. Kurt thought for a few minutes then typed his own message.
'Please. I just need time. Can I have a week to adjust to all of this?'
Kurt waited for a tense few minutes until he heard the beep. Slowly easing the phone open, he saw Blaine's response.
'Of course, my sweet Soulmate. I can do that for you. Thank you for asking so nicely.-B'
Thank you for asking so nicely? My god, the balls of this guy. He really thought Kurt said please because he was trying to be submissive of the year?
Oh well, what Blaine didn't know couldn't hurt Kurt. As for needing a week, well, that was just to keep Blaine away for a while until he could think of a new plan.
Kurt turned his phone off and was feeling somewhat satisfied as he drifted off to sleep.
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The song was 'Breakaway' by Kelly Clarkson.
Thank you for reading! Please leave a review, I'd love to know what folks think about the progress of the story. I found it interesting that so many felt sorry for Blaine. I feel bad for Kurt. Why would you want someone else to run your life? Even if he is as cute as Blaine. ;)