Hello friends, readers, and reviewers! Hope you have a Happy Halloween! For me it's bday season. Both my son's have their bdays this week. While convenient to get it done in one week, it's very costly.
I'm sending a shoutout to my new FF friend, fbeauchamphartz, and her FANTASTIC story "Take Me Over". Kurt is a Dominatrix professionally. He gets a chance to meet his TV idol, Blaine, and they find ways to help each other in more ways than one. You will laugh, cry, AWWW, and I guarantee the need for many a cold shower! If you go on my Favorite Stories on my profile, you'll see the story, it's the second one on the list.
Anyway, let's see if Blaine digs himself a bigger hole or if he manages to climb his way out…
Last time on "Unlock My Heart":
"Kurt, come on," he whined. "Kiss me. You know you like it."
"I do like it. When you're sober. There will be no kissing or anything else while you're drunk," Kurt said evenly.
Blaine pulled Kurt's shirt, knocking him off balance. Kurt fell onto the bed and Blaine clambered on top of him, leaning down to try to kiss him. Kurt couldn't stand the alcoholic fumes coming out of Blaine's mouth and tried to push him back.
"Blaine, get off me," he said firmly.
"No, Kurt. Lemme kish you," Blaine insisted, landing a sloppy, wet kiss on Kurt's mouth.
"Blaine. Stop right now and let me up," Kurt demanded.
"You know, I could make you. All's I gotta do is use my Dom voice on you and you gotta do whatever I say. Uh huh," Blaine said, trying to land another kiss on Kurt's mouth but landed on his ear instead.
"You won't do that, though, because that would be a breach of trust," Kurt said, trying to keep his cool. His stomach was in knots, hoping that Blaine saw sense and stopped.
"Trust schmust. Kiss me now, Kurt," Blaine demanded, his voice unmistakably in Dom mode.
Kurt felt the tug to obey and was filled with hurt and fury. Using every ounce of his strength, he pushed Blaine and his order away from him. "No!"
Kurt ran out of the bedroom, grabbed both sets of car keys and left, locking the apartment door behind him. There was no way he was going to stay in such a toxic environment and end up… He didn't continue that thought. It wasn't going to happen.
Kurt drove back to Lima, tears streaking down his face. He couldn't believe that Blaine had tried to force him against his will. Yeah, it was only a kiss. This time.
Arriving at his dad's house, he saw his dad's truck was missing and figured he was out on a date. Luckily, he had a key with him and let himself into the house. He made his way to his old room, just as he'd left it. It was a cold comfort that surrounded him. He liked his new bed, it was comfortable and warm. This bed felt wrong and was too hard. Glancing at his phone, he saw that Blaine had called four times and left messages each time. He turned the phone off, there was no way he was dealing with Blaine again until he was sober. Alcohol was now a hard limit for him. If Blaine was going to drink, Kurt was not going to be around him because he obviously couldn't trust him. As much as he fought against the whole Soulmate slash sub issue, he knew he could trust Blaine, even if he didn't agree. Now he couldn't and that saddened him.
Stripping down to his t-shirt and boxers, he crawled in bed and tried to go to sleep. It wasn't until two hours later that he finally succumbed to a fitful sleep.
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Kurt woke up as the sun was rising, his head pounding from crying and lack of sleep. He'd had nightmares that Blaine was forcing him to bow to his will and no matter what he tried, Kurt couldn't get away from him. He stumbled from his bed, stretching his sore muscles. His old bed definitely left something to be desired in comparison to his new bed. Blaine's bed. Digging in his closet, he found a pair of navy lounge pants and a light gray Henley. The clothes suited his mood as he had no desire to venture outside the house. Heading into the bathroom, he turned the hot water all the way up with just enough cold to prevent burns. His sensitive skin still turned bright red under the steaming water as he stood there for nearly a half hour. Though it felt good, it did nothing for his tense muscles or his pounding headache. Climbing out, he dried and slipped his clothes on, finger-combing his hair instead of styling it. He snorted at his reflection in the mirror. He could definitely tell something was wrong when he wouldn't take the extra time to style his hair. He had even left a new set of products at home so when he visited his dad, he'd always have his supplies handy.
Making his way to the kitchen, Kurt made a beeline to the coffee pot. He anticipated needing the entire pot just to clear the cobwebs from his brain. Maybe even two.
When the coffee was done, he went into the living room and sat in the window seat, staring at the waking world. It wasn't the best view, mostly just other houses like his, but the sky was filled with the colors of sunrise and that was always beautiful.
As he gazed outside and sipped his coffee, he knew there was a decision to be made about Blaine. He would undoubtedly call or even show up here at some point. Would he go back home with him? Or would he insist on staying here for a couple of days. Logically, he knew that sober, Blaine was no threat to him. But that one statement last night, four words, sent cold chills down his spine and put a knot in his stomach. I could make you. Some people say that when you are drunk, you tend to tell the truth. Was there a part of Blaine who wanted to use Kurt's weakness against him? Did Blaine want an obedient sub so badly that he would force it on him? Kurt hated that part of his nature. It was sick in a way, that he was made with an obedience switch built in. All Blaine had to do was use that tone, that almost echo-type sound that he was born with as a Dom. Hearing that tone practically turned him into a robot, programmed to obey. Would Blaine manipulate him like that? Kurt wiped the tears away that had silently started falling. He was supposed to be able to trust Blaine, more so than any other person in Kurt's life. At this point, however, he didn't feel like he trusted him at all.
"Morning, son," Burt said, coming into the living room and plopping down in his recliner. "When did you get here last night?"
"Around midnight, I guess? Where were you?" Kurt asked, a teasing sound in his voice.
Burt actually blushed, the pink spreading up to his shaved head. "I had a date," he said defensively.
"Hmm. A late night date, huh?" Kurt taunted. He chuckled as his dad tugged at his collar in embarrassment. "I'm kidding. I'm glad you and Carole are getting along so well."
"We really are. She makes me happy, Kurt. In a way I haven't been in more years than I care to think about," Burt said quietly.
"You deserve all the happiness in the world, Dad. I'm very happy for you," Kurt said sincerely, tucking his feet under him.
"Thanks, bud. So, not that you have to answer, but as your dad, I have to ask. What brings you here?" Burt said, his face neutral.
"Blaine got drunk last night at the going away party at Rachel's. When we got home, he started trying to kiss me. I told him I didn't want to kiss him when he's drunk," Kurt said. He saw his dad's face turn an even darker shade of red than before. He scooted to the edge of the recliner, his hands clenching into fists.
"Did that little bastard…," Burt growled.
Kurt held up a hand. "No! No, he was only trying to kiss me. Anyway, I would have been fine with just telling him no and helping him to bed. But then he said 'I could make you', referring to giving a Dom order. That freaked me out and pissed me off so much, I couldn't stay there," Kurt said, realizing he was hurt, too. He had actually started to trust Blaine. He'd been trying to cooperate and be what Blaine needed him to be, even if he didn't agree.
"Damn, Kurt. I'm sorry, bud. Are you okay? I mean, you aren't physically hurt or anything?" Burt asked.
"No, just hurt inside. And really, really mad. Dad, how was it with Mom? Did you issue Dom orders a lot?" Kurt asked.
"No," Burt said. "I only used Dom orders if she was in a dangerous situation, or if she was panicking. For instance, we were at a parade and were crossing a street. A cyclist was going by and swerved, almost running into Elizabeth. I yelled to her to stand still and the bicycle ended up going around her. If she'd run for it, she would have gotten hit. After we found out about the cancer, she would have panic attacks. I couldn't blame her, but the doctor said it was bad for her to get so upset. So I would tell her to calm down and she was able to. I couldn't imagine using that gift against her."
"Gift?" Kurt asked dubiously.
"Well, yeah. Look at the examples I gave you. If I hadn't been able to help her, her life would have been worse because of it. It was a gift. She was grateful each time. It fulfilled the need in me to help her and protect her."
"I can see how that would be a good thing," Kurt said. "I guess I haven't seen the best use of it up to this point. What should I do, Dad? I know he's going to want me to go home with him. I just don't know."
"I don't know either, son. It would be good to forgive him, as this is his first major foul-up. But I can see how giving it a couple days for you to cool down and make him sweat a little, would help," his dad said. "Maybe you should wait and hear him out. See what he has to say for himself before making a decision," Burt suggested.
Kurt nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."
"I'm gonna watch the game, wanna pretend to watch it with me?" his dad invited with a gentle smile.
"I'd love to," Kurt said returning the smile.
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The football game was at half-time when the doorbell rang. Burt got up and gave Kurt a wicked grin.
"I'll get it," he said.
Kurt giggled. "I love you, Dad."
"Anything for you, bud," he said, going to the door.
Kurt muted the TV so he could hear what was going on. He heard the door open.
"Hey, Blaine!" Burt shouted. "How ya doing?"
Kurt covered his mouth to hide his giggles. He knew Blaine must have a terrible hangover. Served him right.
"Fine, sir. Um, can I talk to Kurt, please?" Blaine's voice was quiet and obviously pained.
"Sure thing!" Burt boomed. "Kurt! Blaine wants to talk to you!"
Kurt couldn't resist. "Be right there!" he yelled.
He passed by his dad on the way to the door. His dad grinned and winked at him. Kurt subtly gave him a high five and went to where Blaine was still waiting on the porch. His Soulmate was not having a great morning if the dark shadows under his eyes were any indication.
"Kurt, I am so sorry," he started.
"Come in, Blaine," Kurt said, turning and walking to the kitchen. He sat at the table and looked at Blaine. "What do you remember about what happened?"
Blaine sat and rubbed his eyes. "Not much. I remember that I wanted to kiss you. When I woke up and didn't see you this morning, I checked my phone and saw that I'd sent you several texts apologizing, so I'm sure I did something wrong."
Kurt felt pity for Blaine and went to pour him a cup of coffee and grabbed him two aspirin. "Here," he said. "So you don't know what you did?"
"I'm sorry, no," Blaine said, taking the pills with his coffee. "Please tell me."
"Well, it wasn't bad enough that you were trying to force me to kiss you. But then you threatened me with a Dom order, saying you could make me kiss you," Kurt said evenly.
Blaine's face went even more pale than it was. "Oh my god. Kurt, I am so, so sorry. I would never, ever force you to do something like that against your will."
"Obviously, your drunk side would," Kurt said sharply.
"Then I will have to make sure that side never surfaces again. I won't be drinking anymore, Kurt. I swear on my love for you that alcohol will never touch these lips," Blaine said fervently.
"How am I supposed to believe that? If you love me so much, why did you try to force me to kiss you?" Kurt demanded. "It doesn't exactly breed trust."
Blaine nodded. "I understand that. I can only prove it to you if you will give me a chance. I ask for nothing more than a chance. I will prove that I love you and that you can trust me."
Kurt gazed at him. Underneath the dark shadows and pale skin, Blaine's eyes shone with determination and promise. "I'm not ready to forgive you," he said quietly.
"I wouldn't ask that of you," Blaine assured him.
Kurt thought for several minutes. If Blaine really gave up alcohol. If he really tried to prove himself. Maybe Kurt could give him a chance. "Alright," he said.
"Alright?" Blaine repeated hopefully.
"I'll come back with you," Kurt said.
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When they arrived back at the dormitory, the walk to the apartment was quiet. Blaine was rubbing his temples, needing another dose of aspirin.
"Hey there neighbors!" a loud voice called out.
Kurt and Blaine looked up and saw two boys standing at the door to the apartment next to theirs.
"Jeff? Nick? What are you guys doing here already?" Blaine asked.
"Is that any way to greet your old friends?" Nick asked, coming over to shake his hand.
Blaine shook his hand and turned to Kurt. "Kurt, this is Nick Duval and his Soulmate, Jeff Lynch. Guys, this is my Soulmate, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt shook their hands. Nick had dark hair and eyes while Jeff had blonde hair and brown eyes. Both of them smiled kindly. Jeff was more exuberant, reaching over to hug Kurt.
"It's about time Blainers settled down," Jeff said, grinning.
"Yeah, because seventeen is having one foot in the grave," Blaine scoffed. He put his hand to his head again. "I gotta get some aspirin. Do you guys want to come in? Er, Kurt, are you okay with that?"
Kurt nodded. "That's fine," he said. He figured having company would keep them from having an awkwardly silent afternoon. "Come on in, I'll make some coffee."
They walked into Blaine and Kurt's apartment. Blaine disappeared into the bathroom while Kurt and Jeff went into the kitchen.
"You guys are moving in pretty early," Kurt noted.
"Yeah, after we heard that you and Blaine were moving in, we figured we would too. Especially because my folks are going on an extended vacation and leaving poor old me behind," Jeff said dramatically.
"Poor old you my butt," Nick said leaning onto the breakfast bar. "You chose to stay behind if I remember right. Probably because you couldn't imagine being away from yours truly for so long."
Jeff walked over to Nick and gently cupped his cheek. "I think both of us would have had a problem if we were separated from each other for that long," Jeff said quietly, devotion shining in his expressive eyes.
"You're always right," Nick said, smiling. He leaned in and kissed Jeff tenderly.
Kurt couldn't help a quiet sigh as he watched the boys. They were very obviously Soulmates in love. Kurt wished he was that happy. Because of the way he felt about being a sub, he figured he'd never get there.
Jeff and Nick broke apart, smiling at each other for a moment. Jeff turned to Kurt with a friendly grin. "So, Kurt, tell me your life story," he said.
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I hope you enjoyed the chapter, please review! I'm starting a novel writing challenge on Nov. 1st, the challenge being to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November (ergo the name National Novel Writing Month). This challenge changed my life as a writer! I've now written 8+ novels in the last seven years. I HIGHLY recommend this, especially if you are one of those, like me, who want(ed) to write a novel 'someday', without that day ever arriving. The support forums are unbelievable. Knowing that you are doing this at the same time as 300,000+ people around the world tends to bring out waterfalls of creativity. If you are interested, the website is nanowrimo dot org. If you decide to give it a try, pm me and we can keep in touch over the month! I'm hoping it won't disrupt my update schedule anymore than this darn flu has. Thanks all!