Ahh, the anonymous reviewer(s). Gotta love 'em. Apparently the story is moving too fast, so much so that one reviewer will no longer be reading the story. Really? One thing wrong and you stop reading? If you give up on fanfic's due to such small things, how do you ever finish one? Oh well. I know things started moving along, that's kind of what happens in a story. As for Kurt being ok with moving far away… I could have sworn there was a huge argument between Kurt and Blaine addressing that matter.
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Last time on "Unlock My Heart":
"Kurt, can I have a kiss goodnight?" Blaine asked. He hoped Kurt would be ready to take their relationship further in the physical sense. This would be the first step.
"Oh. Um. Okay," Kurt said and leaned up on his elbow. He felt Blaine sit up and then his hand was searching for Kurt's face.
Kurt giggled. "This might have been easier if you'd brought it up before we turned the lights off."
"Shush, you," Blaine said. He found Kurt's lips with his thumb and followed with his mouth. Kurt's lips were warm and soft, and felt so perfect under his.
Kurt was discovering that Blaine's lips were even better than what he'd dreamed. Their mouths moved slowly against one another. Kurt hummed against him, making Blaine gasp at the sensation. Blaine's hand came up and grasped Kurt's face as he kissed each corner of Kurt's lips. Blaine gasped again when he felt Kurt's tongue, hot and moist, tracing along his bottom lip. Moaning, Blaine opened his mouth, chasing after Kurt's tongue with his own. For a moment, they got lost in the kiss, almost frantically suckling on each other's lips and tongue. Kurt was breathing fast, unable to deal with the depth of the feeling their kiss was invoking.
"Blaine," Kurt whimpered.
"Mmm," Blaine responded, sucking on Kurt's bottom lip, nibbling lightly. "Kurt?"
"Yeah?" Kurt panted, carding his fingers through Blaine's curls, gently pulling.
"I want to Claim you," Blaine whispered against his mouth. He had no idea how Kurt would take the news that he wanted to make love, but he couldn't think of a better time to bring it up.
"Okay," Kurt murmured.
Blaine pulled away, unsure of what he'd just heard. "Okay?"
"Okay," Kurt confirmed, bringing Blaine's mouth back to his.
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"Blaine, be careful with that! It's fragile!" Kurt shouted out the window. They were loading up the Navigator in preparation for the move to Dalton. Kurt had done all he could to make sure his clothes were safe, but with Blaine letting the wardrobe bags drag on the ground, he may have to buy a new wardrobe. Hmm.
Blaine looked up at Kurt, exasperated. "It's clothes, Kurt! How is it fragile?"
Kurt glared at him. "If I have to explain why my wardrobe is fragile, then you don't understand me at all, Blaine Anderson."
Kurt kept grumbling. Blaine was just grumpy because he didn't get laid, Kurt figured. It wasn't his fault. Well, maybe he got a little too caught up in the moment. But Blaine was supposedly the master of self control, so it wasn't his problem.
"I want to Claim you," Blaine whispered against his mouth. He had no idea how Kurt would take the news that he wanted to make love, but he couldn't think of a better time to bring it up.
"Okay," Kurt murmured.
Blaine pulled away, unsure of what he'd just heard. "Okay?"
"Okay," Kurt confirmed, bringing Blaine's mouth back to his.
Blaine moaned in Kurt's mouth. He'd been dreaming and daydreaming and afternoon dreaming about Claiming Kurt. Thoughts of that gorgeous pale skin spread out underneath him was fodder for many a shower scene. Blaine sat up and dragged his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. He reached over and began unbuttoning Kurt's pajama top.
"What are you doing, Blaine?" Kurt asked, his voice shaking.
"Well, typically when people make love, they do so without their clothes on," Blaine teased, kissing Kurt tenderly. He would never grow tired of kissing his beautiful lips. They were soft, yet firm, and the way they melded to his made his toes tingle.
"I know that, but why are you doing it now?" Kurt asked, stopping Blaine's hand from moving to the next button.
"Okay, did we get our wires crossed, because I swear I told you I wanted to Claim you and you said 'okay'. Twice even. Did I hear you wrong?" Blaine asked, desperately trying to get his body under control. He had a feeling the night would be ending a tad different than he had expected.
"You didn't hear me wrong, Blaine. But why would I agree to it if I thought you would want to do it here? In my Dad's house. With my Dad just down the hall. I do agree that we can start moving toward Claiming. But we just started kissing and holding hands. I would like to ease into it, not just jump off the cliff. Obviously making out is good. Really good," Kurt said, leaning over to kiss Blaine. He captured Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled at it, drawing a low moan out of his Soulmate. "I'm sorry I didn't make it clear. I was a little caught up."
Blaine flopped back on the bed and took some deep breaths. Giving it some actual thought, Kurt was right. They didn't have to dive right in. Though his Dom instincts were growling for him to Claim his mate. Blaine thought that part of what made a Dom a Dom, was that they were part caveman. He had been warned in his Dom classes that the physical urges could be overpowering. Blaine closed his eyes tightly and had a firm talk with his body. When he was sure he had control, he turned to Kurt.
"You don't have anything to apologize for. I should have brought it up as a conversation instead of when we're in the middle of kissing. Luckily, practice makes perfect. I would like to discuss the Claiming with you. Not only what happens during, but the changes it brings to the Soulmate relationship. Would that be okay?"
"Yeah, that sounds potentially embarrassing, but probably something we should do," Kurt agreed.
"The first sign that you're not ready is being embarrassed over the subject matter," Blaine said. He bent down and kissed Kurt on the cheek. "We have a busy day tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."
"Okay. Sleep well, Blaine," Kurt said. He turned over and snuggled into his pillow.
"You too, Sweetie," Blaine replied. Sleep was going to be fitful at best, but he gave it a try anyway.
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"You taking enough stuff with you, there Kurt?" Burt asked, looking at the overstuffed Navigator.
"What if I need something that I left here? I just want to make sure I have everything I need. Besides, Blaine said the Soulmate dorms are more like small apartments. I have to have something to fill the space up," Kurt pointed out.
"I'm sure you'll have no problem there, son," Burt grinned. "Good luck with this one, Blaine."
"Hey!" Kurt protested. "You're going to miss me and you know it."
Blaine and Burt chuckled.
Burt held his hands up when Kurt gave him a dirty look. "Yeah, I'll miss you, kid. Maybe when you come home, we can have Carole over for dinner. What do you think?"
"That sounds perfect, Dad," Kurt said. He stood in front of his father, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. "I'm gonna miss you, Dad."
Burt coughed. "Yeah, I know. You call me if you need anything or you get homesick or just because. Got it?"
Kurt smiled as a tear slid down his cheek. "Got it. Take care of yourself, Dad. Eat some fruit and vegetables. Get enough sleep. Don't work too much overtime. And you can call me if you need anything," he said. Other than sleepovers with his glee friends, he'd never been away from home. As exciting as the prospect of living like a grownup was, he would miss the safety and comfort of knowing his father was just down the hall. "Oh and don't forget, next week, we'll be back for the going away party the glee club is holding for us. It'll be at Rachel's house, but we'll stop in and see you."
"Sounds good. You guys better get on the road now," Burt said, hugging Kurt tightly. He held his hand out to Blaine, who shook it. "You take care of my boy or else," he said with a smile.
"Got it. Thanks for all your help, Burt," Blaine said sincerely. "Kurt, if we lose each other on the freeway, I'll call you."
"Okay. Bye Dad," Kurt said. With one last tight hug, Kurt got in his car. He pulled out after Blaine and couldn't help waving one more time to his dad. He looked very much alone and Kurt could only hope that things with Carole moved forward so maybe he wouldn't lonely anymore.
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"Hey, Mercedes," Kurt said, answering his phone.
"Hey, boy, how's it going?" his best friend responded.
"The drive is boring. I'm going to miss my dad. I'm worried about living alone with Blaine as a man. I'm worried about living with Blaine as my Dom. Um. I'm going to miss you most out of all the glee club. I'm scared about going to Dalton and that I won't make any friends. I think that's about it for now. How are you?" Kurt said. He loved Mercedes and how he could lay it all out there like that. She would listen and give advice where it was needed and lend an ear when that was needed.
"Well, my life is nowhere as interesting as yours. Though I am envious that you and Blaine get to live together. I can't wait to find my Soulmate. Did you hear about Sam?" she asked.
"No! What? Tell me everything," Kurt demanded, knowing there was some good gossip coming his way.
"He found his Soulmate. A sophomore named Kitty. She's a Cheerio and a bitch. She's even less interested in being a sub than you are," Mercedes shared.
"Oh, Mercedes, I'm sorry," Kurt said. He knew his friend had hoped she was Sam's sub. "Well, maybe she can make Sam as miserable as I have done for Blaine."
Mercedes giggled. "Aw, it's okay. I was sure he wasn't mine anyway. But he's out there somewhere. I think I'll enjoy my independence for a while longer."
"Do that, yes, that's a good idea," Kurt said with a giggle. "In some ways though, it's getting easier. I mean we kissed and though we fought about Dalton, I gave in, which made him happy. I hold his hand occasionally and that makes him happy too. I figure giving in on the little things will make him more lenient on the big things. I hope," he said.
"You kissed, huh? How was it?" Mercedes asked.
"He kind of rocked my world. He kissed me so good I agreed to have sex with him. Of course, he thought I meant right then, but I was like there is no way I'm having sex with my dad in the house," Kurt said. "Oh, this is my exit. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Alright, Kurt. Take care. Send me pictures of your dorm," she said.
He agreed and they hung up.
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Dalton took his breath away. It was huge and picturesque. The buildings were brick with pillars and fountains in the quad. There weren't bars on the windows, no security guards.
They pulled up outside the Soulmate dorm, nicknamed the Soul House. Kurt and Blaine had an end unit on the second floor. Luckily there were elevators and service elevators that were big enough to load in furniture and such.
Blaine unlocked their apartment and swept Kurt up in his arms, causing him to squeal.
"Blaine!"
"I'm just carrying you over the threshold, sweetie. I'm nothing if not traditional," Blaine said with a laugh.
Kurt laughed with him as Blaine swung him around in a circle before letting him down gently. They looked around and were pleasantly surprised. The apartment was eight hundred square feet, but felt bigger. It had a tiny kitchenette, windows all along two sides of the apartment. It had a tiny bathroom with just a toilet and sink in the hallway. Next door to that was a small washer/dryer unit. Blaine covered Kurt's eyes when they got to the bedroom door.
"Surprise!" he called as he swung the door open.
"Blaine!" Kurt couldn't believe it. The room had a queen sized four poster bed made from cherry wood. It was gorgeous. On either side were matching bedside tables. The room was made for ease of use. There were built in shelves and drawers, side by side closets. It was small, but the space was used so well, Kurt knew they'd be just fine. "This is gorgeous, Blaine. When did you get this?"
"I'm glad you like it. I ordered it and had it delivered yesterday. There was a matching dresser set, but when the dorm supervisor told me about the built-ins, I figured we didn't need them. Is that okay?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded. "It's perfect actually. I'm so excited. I can already see a color scheme that would match this."
Blaine grinned. "Well, we better get busy!"
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Hours later, they were sitting on plastic, eating sandwiches Kurt had made in front of their TV. The apartment was painted and so were they. Kurt hadn't been able to help himself when it came to painting a stripe on Blaine. He should have known his Dom gave as good as he got. They had chased each other around the apartment having a paint war. Kurt fought against his need to be clean and truly enjoyed himself.
"What are we doing tonight?" Kurt asked, wondering if Blaine had plans for them.
"I was thinking we could go to a couple stores and get things like dishes and linens and such. Then I was thinking if you're up to it, we can go out to dinner. How does that sound?" Blaine asked.
Kurt nodded and smiled. "I never turn down an opportunity to shop."
"Before any of that, I want you to take a nap. You just got over being pretty ill and I don't want to take a risk of you relapsing," Blaine said, watching him carefully, knowing Kurt wasn't going to take his direction well.
"I'm not even tired. Don't be bossy," Kurt snapped, looking at him like he was crazy.
"Don't be argumentative, Kurt. I'm looking out for your health," Blaine said.
"I'll look out for my own health and I don't want to take a nap," Kurt insisted.
"Are you sure? You kind of sound like a kindergartner who needs one," Blaine said.
Kurt raised his brow. "Excuse me?"
Blaine laughed. "I'm kidding, Kurt. But not about laying down. I'd really like you to. So, either take a nap for two hours or we can Join for half an hour."
"Seriously?" Kurt asked cynically.
"Of course. Joining will be more refreshing than a nap any day," he said. "Not to mention it's very enjoyable.
Kurt stared at him. "Um. I'll take the nap option," Kurt said, giving in. He stood and went to throw his paper plate away.
Blaine joined him. "Thank you," he said.
"Why?" Kurt asked.
"For not fighting me on this," he answered.
"Blaine, I snapped at you. That was fighting you if you were unclear," Kurt said.
Blaine smiled as he shook his head. "Yeah, but you stopped and when I gave you two options, you picked the one you could live with. We compromised. I'm very pleased that we were able to avoid an actual fight. So, thank you."
"You're welcome," Kurt said.
After he showered, Kurt lay down on their new bed, one of his throw blankets wrapped around him. He went over their conversation in his mind. Every time he replayed Blaine saying he was very pleased, he got a warm glow inside. He didn't understand it and something told him he didn't want to.
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When Blaine walked by a few minutes later, he smiled. His sub was snuggled under the blanket, one hand curled under his pink cheeks. He was sound asleep. He loved that boy something fierce.
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I don't usually do two updates in a day, but I did it anyway. Let me know if you enjoyed it!