Thank you for all the in depth reviews. It's fun to read all of your views on this topic. Keep them coming! There will be a couple POV changes, I'll put the person's name at the beginning of the section.
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Last time on Unlock My Heart…
'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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Kurt
Kurt enjoyed his freedom every day that week. He went shopping with Mercedes, worked with his dad. His dad had been hesitant about allowing the week, but seeing the immediate change in Kurt convinced him. Kurt had jumped into his dad's arms and thanked him profusely.
"Did you thank Blaine?" his father had asked.
Kurt looked at him, frowning. "Why would I?"
"Kurt, he's the one who is allowing you to have this week. The least you could do is thank him," Burt said sternly.
"I don't have to thank him. This is my life and he was trying to take it over. I only asked for the week because I knew it would get him off my back. Why should I thank him for butting out of my life?"
"Son, you don't seem to understand the situation you're in. Blaine is your Soulmate and your Dom. That gives him rights in your life. Rights that I can't do anything about. He is allowing you this week. If he didn't, he could easily make you obey and follow his commands," Burt told him. "If you gave in and let him in your life, you would be so much happier."
Kurt glared at his father and for the first time was mad at him. "Why are you doing this? I thought you were on my side? Why would you willingly give your son to some guy we barely know? How do you know that I would be happier with him? What do you know about him? Oh, right. You know nothing because he just waltzed in here and claimed that I am his," Kurt said, crossing his arms protectively around himself.
"Kurt, don't be deliberately obtuse. Your Soul band has his name written all over it. You respond to his commands. I think that's pretty irrefutable evidence, don't you?" his father was getting angrier by the minute.
"I'm not being obtuse. And I refuse to accept that his name on my wrist should be the end of my freedom," Kurt said in a harsh tone.
"Okay Kurt. I'm trying to have a civilized discussion with you and you can't seem to cooperate. I know this will only piss you off even more, but I feel it's necessary," Burt said. His voice went deep, a Dominant tone which Kurt could not ignore. "Go to your room and stay there. Now."
The Dom voice shook Kurt to his core. The submissive in him could not ignore a direct command from someone of power. It ripped through him like the words had blades that cut through his 'self'. "Yes, sir, he said quietly. Without permission, his body turned around headed up the stairs. He wanted to fight back, to rail at his father for going Dom on him. It was unfair. If he reacted like this from a dominant person, how could he ever hope to fight Blaine's orders.
Kurt found himself in his room wishing he could have ignore the command. No such luck.
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Kurt stayed in his room all that day, only coming out when Burt called him for dinner. They didn't speak throughout the meal. Kurt cleared the table when they were done. He loaded the dishwasher and wiped down the counters, even going so far as sweeping and mopping the floor. Finally there was nothing left to do but return to his room.
When his dad went to bed, he stopped off at Kurt's room and told him he could leave his room in the morning.
Kurt was relieved and he decided he would try harder in order to please his father. He couldn't stand it when they weren't getting along.
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The rest of the week passed quickly. He had made an effort to behave better and his dad told him he was proud of him. The only downside to the week was the lack of good coffee. He'd found a new coffee stand, but it wasn't as good as the Lima Bean. He wouldn't risk running into Blaine, so drive-thru coffee it was.
That Friday, Mercedes was over to visit. They were discussing her crush on Sam and how it was breaking her heart.
"He doesn't even know I'm alive. How could I possibly be his Soulmate if he hasn't even acknowledged my existence?" she said, tears in her eyes.
Kurt wrapped his arms around his best friend. "Oh, Mercedes, please don't cry. You are fabulous and if anything I bet Sam is overwhelmed and hoping that you are his Soulmate. One of you are going to have to give in and either say something or touch at some point. Otherwise, you'll never find out," Kurt said, rubbing her back soothingly.
"Thank you, Kurt," she said, sniffling. "He is so wonderful and beautiful. I just want to be in his arms, knowing everything will be fine." She sat up, wiping her eyes with the tissue Kurt handed her.
Kurt watched as she ran her finger over the padlock on her wrist.
"Do you think I'm weak for wanting my Dom in my life?" she asked hesitantly.
"Of course not, Mercedes. You and I are different. You feel connected to your Mark. I don't. You will be happy with Sam or whoever is your Soulmate. I could never be happy with Blaine," he said. "By the way, are you sure he is a Dom?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah. I was sitting behind him and he put his hands behind his head and I got a good look at the skeleton key on his wrist," she said. "I'll be right back I want to splash some water on my face."
"Okay," Kurt said with a gentle smile.
As soon as she left, she quickly came back, shutting the door quietly behind her. "Kurt, please don't freak out, but Blaine is here," she whispered.
Kurt's eyes went wide. "How do you know?"
"I heard your dad say 'hey Blaine, it's good to see you again'," Mercedes told him.
"Oh shit. Dammit! The week is up. What if he tries to take me with him?" Kurt said, panic clear on his pale features. "What do I do?"
"Can you sneak out?" Mercedes asked, thinking quickly.
"No, I'd have to pass by the living room in order to get to the back door or the front door. Damn!" Kurt looked around his room, hoping for a solution to present itself. He gasped and jumped up, going to his window. "That's it! Mercedes, my room is right above the garage. If I can get to the end of the roof, I can jump onto the Navigator and get out of here," he said, excited.
"What about me?" Mercedes wanted to know.
"You can just tell them you have to leave and that I'm in the bathroom. That will buy me some time," Kurt said, pulling on a McKinley hooded sweatshirt and a pair of running shoes. He couldn't care less about fashion right now.
"Okay," she said. "Just please, be careful."
"I will," he said with a grin. He hugged her tightly. "Thank you for this Mercedes."
"You're crazy, white boy," she muttered.
They walked to the window which Kurt opened. He crawled out onto the roof and winked at her. "Wish me luck!"
"Good luck. I'm going to wait until I see you leave before I go downstairs," she told him.
"Sounds good! I'll call you," he said and moved down the slight incline on the roof. Peering over the edge, he grinned, seeing his Navigator right below him. He'd have to get on his stomach and slide backward onto the roof of his car.
Blowing Mercedes a kiss, he got on his stomach and slowly lowered his body over the edge of the roof. He went slow, not wanting to lose his grip on the shingles. Grasping the gutter, he thanked his dad for having a well-built house. Sliding the rest of the way, his feet finally touched the roof of the Navigator. He let go of the gutter and quickly looked around him. The coast was clear so he stepped onto the hood before jumping to the ground. He unlocked the car and a minute later, he was backing out of the driveway. His Navigator was quiet, so he was certain he got away without anyone noticing.
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Blaine
"Thank you for letting me come over, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said, unable to hide his excitement. " I brought Kurt a coffee, I hope he likes it."
"I'm sure he will. And call me Burt, kid. I would like to talk to you for a minute if you don't mind," Burt said, nodding toward the living room.
"Sure," Blaine said. He glanced longingly up the stairs, knowing his beautiful Soulmate was up there somewhere. The last week had been hell, not being able to see his other half. His heart ached with the need to claim his love. Hopefully, now that the adjusting period had passed, he could be with Kurt openly and start their lives together.
He and Burt sat in the living room, absently watching the football game on TV until a commercial came on. Burt shut the TV off and turned to Blaine.
"I need to know what your plan is for my boy. I know by law, you can have him move in with you. Is that something you planned to do?" Burt asked.
Blaine beamed at the thought of living with Kurt. To wake up every day to those stunning blue eyes. Be able to run his fingers through chestnut hair. He mentally laughed at himself. He was so far gone over his boy it was crazy.
"Well, I had actually been thinking I'd have him join me at Dalton for his senior year. Before we'd discovered we are Soulmates, Kurt was telling me about the bullying he was dealing with in school. He said the top two offender were expelled when they hurt him after his Mark came out. I couldn't stand constantly being afraid for him. At least at Dalton he would be safe. There is a no bullying rule there which is held up by the staff," Blaine told him. He had been beyond furious when he'd found out that Kurt was being bullied. Now, as his Dom, he would have every right to physically defend his sub. And he would defend him at any cost.
"Dalton, huh? Isn't that in Westerville? Almost two hours away?" Burt asked, his heart beginning to ache at the thought of losing his boy. He'd truly lost Kurt when he and Blaine had found they were Soulmates. Technically, by law, Blaine could have taken his son with him that day. But Blaine was kind and had allowed Kurt extra time. He had a feeling there would be no more time allotted for 'adjusting'. Kurt was not going to be happy. Especially if he was being moved away from his dad and all of his friends.
"Yes, Dalton is in Westerville. Kurt would live with me in the Soulmate dormitory. The rooms there are like small apartments. He could decorate it any way he'd like. We could come back every other weekend to visit," Blaine said. He was sure Kurt would love to decorate their new home. He had already put in the Soulmate dorm request. There was no way he'd miss that opportunity.
"Why every other weekend?" Burt asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, sir, to be honest, I'd like to be able to visit my own family," Blaine said.
Burt's features relaxed. "Okay, I guess that seems reasonable. When does your dorm open?"
"Just a little over a month. It's for the kids whose parents need to travel or work. Was there anything else? I'm really excited to see Kurt," Blaine said. He was trying to be patient, but he wanted to be near Kurt, wanted to see him and touch him, make sure he was okay. Knowing Kurt wasn't close by all week had led to sleepless nights as he worried about his love.
"Mr. Hummel?" Mercedes said as she stepped into the room.
"Hi Mercedes, what's up? Where is Kurt?" Burt asked, looking around her for Kurt.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she said quietly, not meeting either man's eyes.
"Sure, come on let's go to the kitchen," he said.
When they got to the kitchen, Mercedes finally looked at him, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Mr. Hummel, I told Kurt I would lie for him, but it doesn't feel right."
Burt's stomach sank, but he nodded. "That is the sub instinct, Mercedes. Your submissive side demands honesty. What did Kurt want you to lie about?"
"Kurt's gone," Mercedes said. "He climbed out of the window in his room."
"What?" came a hard voice behind them.
Blaine was standing there, his face gone pale. "Did you say Kurt is gone? Where to?" he demanded.
"Um. I don't know. He didn't tell me," Mercedes said.
"Probably because Kurt knew she'd have to tell the truth. Shit," Burt said.
Blaine sank onto a stool at the breakfast bar. Tears streamed down his face. "Kurt is so eager to be rid of me that he escapes out a window? Why can't he just let me love him?"
"He's too headstrong," Burt said quietly.
"All I want to do, all I've ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving him. Before we met, I felt like I was just living half a life, knowing I wouldn't be whole until I found him. Now that I know him, I just want to make him happy. I know I'm a Dom and I'm supposed to be strong, but Kurt constantly rejecting me hurts. What can I do?"
Burt and Mercedes shared a glance.
"I better go. I'll talk to Kurt for you, Blaine, if you want," Mercedes offered.
"No, please just continue being his friend. He needs friends. Thank you, Mercedes," Blaine said.
"Thank you for being honest," Burt added. He walked her to the door and waited for her to get in her car before returning to the kitchen.
Blaine spoke with his head in his hands. "I've known I was a Dom my whole life. All I've ever wanted to do is find my Soulmate, my sub. I've daydreamed of taking care of him, providing for him, giving him anything he needs. I've saved all of my money, every penny was put into a savings account so when I finally met my Soulmate, I would have the means to support him. For birthdays, I asked for money so I could save it for him. When Kurt and I connected, I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe that all my dreams were coming true and with someone I had already come to care for. I knew I was the luckiest man alive. Then Kurt ran and denied me and now he's jumping out windows to get away from me. What have I done wrong? How can I make this better?" His voice choked off into quiet sobs.
"Should we give him more time?" Burt asked.
"I don't know, Burt. If he is going this far, what would more time do to him? I also worry about him getting sick. We've all heard the stories. Subs can get ill from not being around their Dom once they've connected as Soulmates. His sub nature has been released, so to speak and without proper time without his Dom, he will grow weaker as time goes by," Blaine said, fear in his heart.
"I don't know. Kurt is pretty strong," Burt said.
"Yes, I know he is. But in order to stay healthy, he needs to be claimed and actively dominated. You know this. Didn't you go through this with Kurt's mom?" he asked.
Burt nodded. "Yep. Elizabeth was a little spitfire just like Kurt. I had to lay down the law with her because she fought against her sub needs. She'd stopped sleeping and was barely eating. I had to order her to do the smallest things. She finally realized that I loved her and we were able to go forward with the claiming. I guess with Kurt you need to do the same thing," Burt said tiredly.
"I don't know. I worry that if give him an order like that, it would either break him or push him even further away. Then I come full circle with being concerned over his health. I don't know what to do," Blaine said, raising his head to look at Burt, his golden eyes showing his misery.
"I'll talk to Kurt and then I'll have him call you. How does that sound?" Burt offered.
Blaine nodded. "Okay. Thanks Burt."
As Blaine drove home, he couldn't fight the feeling of desolation and even anger. He may have to risk Kurt pushing away in order to protect his health. He would do anything to take care of his sub, even if it meant going against his wishes.
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What did you think? Do we understand Blaine a bit more? Maybe feel some sympathy? Should Kurt have more time to adjust to the idea of Blaine as his Dom? Let me know! Reviews are food to a writer. Feed me! (Unedited, please excuse the mistakes.)