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Last time on "Unlock My Heart"…
To Join described the joining of the Soulmates bodies in a non-sexual manner. The Dom gained power and health from physically dominating his sub. The sub gained health from being dominated. Unfortunately, Kurt knew it would work. Just having Blaine this close to him made him feel a tiny bit better.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. I'm not going to give you a choice in this. Are you going to fight me?" Blaine asked, determined.
"No," Kurt whispered, tears sparkling in his blue green eyes.
"Good. This will help, Kurt, I promise. Ready?" he asked, his tone softer.
Kurt nodded.
Blaine pulled the blanket away from Kurt's body. "This would work better if we were nude," Blaine said, hearing Kurt gasp. "But it isn't necessary at this point." Kurt visibly relaxed.
Blaine toed his shoes off and crawled on the bed. He straddled Kurt's body, their eyes never leaving the other.
"It's going to take probably twenty minutes or so, Sweetie. Just try to relax," Blaine said, his breath blowing on Kurt's cheek.
He lowered his body to Kurt's, completely covering him, wrapping his arms under Kurt's back. Blaine took a shuddering breath. The joy and absolute right-ness of the situation filled him like nothing ever had in his life. He felt Kurt relax under him and though he was sure his Soulmate would never admit it, he was certain Kurt felt as good as he did.
As their bodies Joined, they both felt more complete and gained strength like a battery recharging. Kurt felt the lethargy and weakness flow out of him. He knew that Blaine was feeling more powerful than he had been.
"Sleep, Kurt. You'll feel better when you wake up," Blaine said softly.
For once in his life, Kurt obeyed and drifted into a healing sleep.
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Warm, firm lips moved gently on his. A soft sigh of contentment escaped him and he felt an answering smile against his mouth. He had no idea this would feel so good, so right. He let Blaine control the kiss, content to bask in the heat enveloping every cell in his body. Blaine nudge his lips open and licked along Kurt's bottom lip. Kurt opened to him and when Blaine let his tongue seek out Kurt's, he tentatively touched it with his own tongue. Dual moans broke out at the sensation. Kurt tugged at Blaine's broad shoulders, wanting him to come closerdeepernow. Blaine chuckled as he let his body rest more fully on top of Kurt. Kurt turned his head to the side, exposing his neck in a display of submissive trust. A warm tongue licked down the pale column, stopping to nip and soothe at various points. Kurt whimpered against him. He was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the torrent of feelings coursing through him and centering in the hard bulge in his pants. Desperate to get even closer, Kurt rolled his hips, crying out when he felt Blaine's erection against his belly. Blaine's hot breath tickled Kurt's ear, his tongue licking at his earlobe.
"Mine," Blaine said, his tone at once possessive and loving.
"Yours," Kurt agreed breathlessly. "I never knew it could be like this."
Blaine sat up. "I knew. I knew how absolutely magical the claiming would be between us. Soulmates tend to have earth-shattering sex."
Kurt blushed, ashamed of himself. "I'm sorry, Blaine."
"I am, too, Kurt. I thought I could do this, but I can't," he said, his golden eyes suddenly tired. "I can't fight you anymore."
"What do you mean? I thought things were finally starting to get better between us," Kurt said, unsure of where and how this had all gone so wrong.
"Really? How could that be? You're still trying to run from me and who you are. Don't try to deny that all you've been doing lately is plotting your grand getaway. Make Blaine look like a weak Dom, you do that awfully well. But Dom/sub crap aside, we are Soulmates, Kurt. Soulmates. Our Souls know each other, recognize each other, knows what the other wants and needs. How do you treat that most sacred of bonds? You run. Again and again. All because you thought you were going to be a Dom and it's not fair that you are a sub. What's not fair is punishing me for all this. Did I decide you were going to be a sub? No. Did I want to make your life as a sub easy and pleasurable? Not that you would know the answer, but I did," Blaine went on. His eyes were like bits of golden ice.
"Did? As in past?" Kurt asked, his voice trembling. How had he been so wrong?
"Yeah. Did. You know, you are a hypocrite, Kurt. You act like I'm evil because I'm a Dom. You run and hide so you don't have to listen or obey. But when you were turning sixteen, what did you think about being a Dom then? Did you think you were evil? Maybe you were planning on your sub running away. Or did you think you were going to be a new kind of Dom, huh? That's it. You were going to treat your sub as an equal, not expecting anything from him, let him make his own decisions. Or did you expect your sub to hate you because you are a horrible, bossy, overbearing Dom? I bet never once did you consider that Doms and subs are born a specific way. That they have different needs." Blaine stared at him, his expression severe. "Forget it. I can see none of this is getting through to you. Screw this. Enjoy your life. Don't come crying to me when you finally admit you need me," Blaine said and turned to leave the room.
"Blaine, please! Please give me another chance. You are right, I have been a hypocrite. I just…," Kurt said, struggling to find words to make him stay.
"Don't even finish that sentence, Kurt. It will just make me even more mad. I don't want to hear anymore of your excuses," Blaine said.
Kurt scrambled off the bed and over to Blaine. "How can I make this right? Please, I won't run away anymore." The ache in his heart was so painful he could barely draw a breath.
"You can't make it right, Kurt. I can do you a last favor, though," Blaine said, pulling something silver and shiny from his pocket.
"What, what are you doing, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his stomach tied in knots.
"You told me that you tried to scrub your sub Mark off. I can't scrub it off, but I can cut it off," Blaine said, showing her the dagger in his hand.
"Blaine, no!" Kurt screamed as the blade began sinking into the flesh of his wrists. "No! Please, Blaine!"
"Kurt! Kurt, sweetie, wake up! Baby, come on, it's just a bad dream," Blaine's voice penetrated through the fog in Kurt's mind.
He sat up abruptly, his hand feeling for his Mark. Finding it unharmed, he lay back down, sobbing.
"Kurt, talk to me, please. What happened?" Blaine said, his golden eyes worried. He reached down to touch Kurt's shoulder.
Kurt jerked back, fear in his blue green eyes.
"Sweetie, I'm not going to hurt you. Please let me help. Do you trust me?" Blaine asked.
Kurt looked into his serious eyes. Did he trust Blaine? He did. He knew that the nightmare was of his own doing, his own prejudice. "I trust you," Kurt said quietly, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"We're just going to Join for a few minutes until you are able to push the dream aside," Blaine said gently. Like the night before, he slowly and gently laid on top of Kurt, wrapping his arms around him.
Kurt buried his face against Blaine's warm neck, breathing in his scent. He smelled good, earthy and manly, pure Blaine. What hadn't he noticed before?
"Sweetie, you're trembling. Do you want to talk about the dream? You were yelling pretty loud," Blaine said quietly.
"It was a nightmare of my own making," Kurt said bitterly.
"I heard you scream 'Blaine, no'. Would you tell me about it? Maybe I can help," Blaine said, gathering Kurt closer to him.
"It's so odd that you are laying on top of me and I should feel like I'm suffocating. Instead, I feel like I can finally breathe deeply," Kurt said, choosing to ignore the question about his nightmare.
"If it was anyone other than me, you would be suffocating," Blaine said with a quiet chuckle. He had no idea what Kurt's nightmare was about, but something in his Soulmate was different. A good different so far. Blaine should know better than to get his hopes up, but once again, he did hope.
Kurt had stopped trembling. In fact, he hadn't been so utterly relaxed in years. He mentally face-palmed himself. If he told Blaine that Joining had worked like a miracle, the man would want to stay like this twenty four seven.
Blaine adjusted his weight on Kurt and his eyes went wide when he felt something poke him in the hip. He looked down into Kurt's face which was flaming red. He couldn't hold back the wide grin that stretched across his face.
Kurt moaned in humiliation. His body had decided to notice the warm, male body on top of his.
"Hey now, don't be embarrassed," Blaine said, his golden eyes twinkling merrily. "You just proved you don't find me repulsive."
"Oh dear god," Kurt muttered. "How humiliating."
"By the way," Blaine whispered, lowering his mouth to Kurt's ear. He shifted his hips, hearing Kurt gasp. "I don't find you repulsive either, sweet Soulmate."
"Okay, time to get up," Kurt said, pushing the chuckling boy off him. "Stop laughing at me, Blaine."
"Sweetie, I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you," Blaine said, flashing Kurt a stunning smile.
"I'm not laughing, Blaine," Kurt said between clenched teeth.
Blaine continued to chuckle as the pair went to the kitchen to forage for food. Over the light lunch, they kept the mood light, making jokes and teasing Burt about his football team losing.
Kurt looked up at one point and saw Blaine smiling at him. He smiled back a little shyly. It wasn't hard being nice to Blaine. Kurt admitted to himself, it had taken more effort to dislike him.
Blaine helped Kurt clear the dishes from the table, pausing next to him to whisper, "Thank you."
"For what?" Kurt asked.
"That was the first time you've smiled at me since we became Soulmates. I just hope it won't be the last," Blaine said.
"It won't be," Kurt said, grinning. Kurt knew things weren't all better, but just maybe things were looking up. It might be time to put away his running shoes and he was surprisingly okay with that.
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Sorry for the super short chapter. I wrote sections of this three or four times before I was finally, sorta, happy with it. I have been doing pretty good about getting out a chapter a day. Tomorrow's will be standard length. Thank you all again. I hope you liked this one.