Dear Readers, please keep in mind the genre I clearly listed for this story. Romance and Angst. We will find out Blaine's story in this chapter.

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Last time on Unlock My Heart: When Sebastian pulled into the parking lot at Dalton, he turned his car off and sat there, contemplating the events of the night. The angel was taken. By Blaine Anderson of all people. His stomach burned with barely reigned rage. He didn't want to hurt the angel. But what he wanted was overshadowed by what he needed to do.

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Kurt woke breathless and filled with guilt. He had dreamed that Blaine had found out about what happened with Sebastian and was so hurt that he killed himself. It took him almost a half hour to make his heart calm down and, surprisingly, for the tears to stop.

To Kurt: Friend! I haven't seen you since you moved. I demand a shopping date to make up for the one where you ditched me.

Kurt chuckled at the text from Jeff. A shopping date with the fun blonde sounded like a very good idea. He wasn't feeling the best about himself. Going out with Jeff was just the thing to pep him up. He would tell Jeff what happened with Sebastian and get his advice. The painful spark he had felt when Sebastian had deepened their kiss bothered him. It felt to him like it was a punishment or a warning that he was doing the wrong thing.

To Jeff: How about tomorrow? Say noon?

To Kurt: Sounds great! See you tomorrow, friend! :P

To Jeff: Tomorrow! ;)

He thought about the situation with Sebastian until finally he couldn't take anymore. He pulled up a number on his phone and hit 'send'.

"Kurt?" came a surprised voice.

"Hi Blaine," Kurt said quietly. He was not looking forward to this conversation, but his conscience needed to be satisfied.

"How, how are you?" Blaine asked, his voice still laced with surprise.

"I am… I don't really know. I'm not very good, to be honest," Kurt admitted. How the hell was he supposed to say what happened. "Um, how are you?"

"I have been better. So I guess neither of us is doing well. Kurt, I need to know… are you weak? Are you sick from us being apart? I have just been really worried about you," he said, his voice urgent.

"Well, that is kind of why I called," Kurt said, taking a deep breath. He let the breath out loudly, trying to quell the nervous flutter in his stomach.

"Are you alright? Do you need me to come to you?" Blaine asked, his tone concerned.

"Blaine, I need to tell you something. If you could kind of, uh, just listen for a minute, that would be great," Kurt stammered.

"Of course. Kurt, what is it? You have me worried now," Blaine said.

"Okay, here goes. So, yes, I was getting really weak. I figured I would Join with Dad's Mark just to tide me over. Then I was at the Lima Bean sketching," he explained.

"That is where we met," Blaine said softly, his voice warm.

"Yeah. Well, I was sketching and someone came over and commented on one of my drawings. He, uh, sat down and we ended up talking for quite a while," Kurt said. He felt like he might puke.

"Kurt? What are you saying?" Blaine's voice was stiff and sort of scared.

"Blaine, I went out with him and we Joined. When he brought me home, I kissed him," Kurt said, his voice ending in a whisper.

The phone was silent. Kurt couldn't even hear Blaine breathing.

"Blaine? Please say something," Kurt pleaded, his guilt overwhelming him.

"I am here. To be perfectly honest, I am trying to control my temper," Blaine said evenly.

Kurt's stomach sank. Really, though, had he expected Blaine to be happy? Not a chance. Though he hated it, he knew that he deserved whatever Blaine said to him.

"How could you do that, Kurt? If you needed to Join, all you had to do was call me. How could you share something so intimate with a complete stranger?" Blaine questioned, anger apparent in his tone.

"I have no good excuse, but I will tell you why I did it," Kurt began. "He was nice to me, sweet. He didn't treat me like a sub. He didn't think I was less than him or that I needed to submit to him. He treated me like an equal. And I'm sorry, Blaine, but that is something you never did. When he brought me home and we kissed, it hurt. It felt like a spark of electricity. I figured that was my punishment," he said.

"You're right. It was a punishment. It was a reminder that you were with someone who wasn't your Soulmate. Despite how I treated you, Kurt, that didn't give you free reign to go off and Join with some guy and kiss him," Blaine said angrily.

"I am sorry, Blaine. That is why I called. I am truly sorry for what I did. I am not going to talk to him anymore. I know I broke your trust and I will do what I can to rebuild it. I was thinking maybe we could get together later this week and have dinner. We could, um, Join, if you were up to it," Kurt said hesitantly.

"Who is this person? Do I know him?" Blaine asked.

"I don't think you know him. He doesn't live anywhere around here. I'm not going to bring him into this, just please know I will not speak to him anymore. If there is a way I can prove this to you, please tell me," Kurt said. He really didn't like feeling like this. There had to be something he could do to make it up to him.

Blaine sighed heavily. "Kurt, I hope you know that I'm hurt over this. I don't like knowing you felt you had to go to someone else to gain strength when I am right here, waiting to talk to you, waiting to help you," he said. "If you want to make it right than we'll do what you said. We need to join. And, Kurt, I want a full Joining. Do you remember what I said made the Joining the strongest?" He asked.

Kurt thought back to that first time when Blaine laid out on top of him, the feeling of peace and contentment that flowed through him. What had Blaine said would make it better? Kurt's face paled and his stomach sank. "Naked," he whispered.

"Correct. I want a full Joining and that means being nude. What do you think of that?" Blaine asked, his voice almost daring Kurt to argue with him.

Kurt thought for a minute. He was really sorry, but was he sorry enough to get naked with Blaine? He thought back to having Sebastian's body pressed against him, how he had offered his neck to him. He knew, no matter how much he didn't like it, that his body belonged to him and Blaine. He'd had no right to allow someone else to touch him. He sighed. He could handle the nude Joining. He owed it to Blaine. It didn't mean he was getting back together with him. That wasn't going to happen. Not yet, anyway.

"Alright. When?" Kurt asked.

"Day after tomorrow," Blaine said. "We'll go out to dinner out here and we'll come back to the apartment to talk. Then we'll see about the Joining."

"Okay. Um. Are you still at the apartment in the Soulmate housing or did you have to move?" Kurt asked quietly.

"They let me stay in the apartment. We are still Soulmates and they believe that we will be able to reconcile and figured there was no reason to move twice," Blaine explained.

"Oh," Kurt said. "So, what time?"

"Meet me here at four and we will go from there," Blaine instructed.

Kurt closed his eyes. He heard the dominant tone of Blaine's voice. It wasn't a Dom instruction, but it was close. Kurt knew Blaine was barely holding in his anger.

"I will see you at four then, day after tomorrow," Kurt said.

"Alright," Blaine said sharply. Then his voice went quiet. "Kurt, if you need me, please call me, okay? I will help you."

"Okay," Kurt replied. "I will."

"I hope so. I will talk to you later, Kurt. Bye," he said.

"Bye, Blaine," Kurt said and hung up.

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Blaine sat on the couch, staring at his phone. He was devastated. It felt like his entire life just turned to shit. His Soulmate moved out, he found out he is a crappy Dom, then his Soulmate went and Joined with some other guy. To top it all off, Kurt kissed him! He didn't even know who the asshole was. Instead, he got to have a vision of some shadow guy with his freaking hands and lips all over HIS sub and Soulmate! He felt a growl build in his chest. Pacing the apartment, he couldn't figure out a way to let out his anger. He wished he still had his heavy punching bag. But he gave it up when he and Kurt had moved into the apartment. Flexing his hands, he knew he had to get this anger out. He couldn't risk seeing Kurt when he was this mad. His Dom side was in an uproar, wanting to Claim his sub, marking him as his own. Next thing he knew, his fist was buried in the drywall of the kitchen wall. Leaning his head against the wall, he shook his head. Shit. Tugging at his fist, he had to twist his wrist and hand in order to pull it out. His knuckles were bloody, but he felt better.

Washing his hands, he knew what he had to do.

He made a quick phone call and then got in his car. His grandfather was the perfect person to talk to in this situation. Grandpa Jim was the closest thing he had to a real father. His biological father had given up on him when he came out at fourteen. His father had looked down at him and scoffed. Declaring that Blaine was no son of his, he decided he no longer had a son. Other than demands about grades and getting chores done, his dad never really spoke to him again. His grandfather, on the other hand, took Blaine under his wing and taught him everything he knew. About boxing, women – though he understood that Blaine was gay – Soulmates, Doms, and subs. He idolized his grandpa. He watched the beautiful relationship between his Grandpa and Grandma, and he knew he wanted that with his sub and Soulmate. He was always learning how to be a good man, Grandpa had plenty of lessons. Grandpa looked at the books and classes that Dalton taught and swore the words were gospel. When he turned sixteen and his Dom Mark appeared, his Grandpa was so proud, he'd picked Blaine up and swung him around. From there, he taught Blaine all about being a good Dom. What to do, what to expect, how to treat his sub.

As Blaine drove, he snorted. How to treat his sub. His grandfather taught him an archaic way of treating his sub. He knew that now. But the lessons still meant the world to him, as the man himself did.

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"I don't know what to do," Blaine said, sipping his milk. Whenever he came over, his Grandma made a fresh batch of cookies. Blaine would sit at the table with Grandpa eating cookies with milk. "We're meeting day after tomorrow and we agreed we would have a Joining. Other than that, though, I don't know how to deal with this jealousy, much less a cheating sub.

"You need to give him another chance, Blaine Devon," his grandma told him. Her hazel eyes were glowing with love and kindness. "He was looking for what he needs in you."

"He needs a good spanking is what he needs," Grandpa Jim said. His brown eyes were stern.

"Grandpa, I don't think spanking is done much between Doms and subs these days," Blaine told him with a smile. Part of him agreed with Grandpa though. The thought of spanking Kurt's naked ass turned him on. He had to get his mind back on topic or he would be really embarrassed in front of his grandparents.

"Just because it isn't done doesn't mean it wouldn't be good for the boy," Grandpa said, pointing his finger in the air.

"I don't dispute that, Grandpa. I just think it would run Kurt off again. I need to find some way to keep him with me. Convince him I care about him and want to be with him. It's what we both need. Our bodies know it, but Kurt's brain doesn't," Blaine said.

"Blaine, I think what needs to be done is to just go with the flow," Grandpa said seriously. "He needs to see that you aren't going to push him again. Be there for him, make dates for several times per week. Really work to show him that you are willing to change for him. Then with you there he won't be so tempted to go off with some other asshole," he said with a wink.

"If I find out who it is, I'm going to kick his ass," Blaine declared.

"Blaine Devon Anderson, you watch your language," Grandma said. "Now, you both have made mistakes and you both need to give each other another chance. You screwed up, he screwed up. Put it behind you and move forward. The next time you're together, talk about what you want from the relationship. Not just hard and soft limits, but expectations, treatment, all the things that will affect your daily life. And you really need to hear him, Blaine Devon. Don't always treat him like this old man told you to. Times have changed and you have to change with it," she said kindly. She leaned over and hugged him, running her fingers through his curls. "I love you, Blaine Devon. If you both work at it, you will be so happy. And I want to see you happy, sweet boy. You deserve it so much."

"As much as it pains me, I'm going to agree with your Grandma. Go by what works for you two, not what those quacks taught you at that school you go to," Grandpa said with a wink. He completely endorsed what those 'quacks' taught. But Grandma disagreed, so Grandpa supposedly did too.

"Thanks Grandma and Grandpa," Blaine said, standing up to hug his Grandma, then his Grandpa. He loved having his Grandpa's strong arms around him. He felt safe and warm. He wanted that for Kurt.

"We love you, Blaine Devon," Grandpa said. "Now get your act together."

Blaine laughed and accepted another cookie.

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Kurt and Jeff wandered the mall, sipping coffees and holding multiple bags from shopping. They'd had the best time going from store to store. Their shopping styles ended up being similar. They spent an hour in one store and ended up buying one thing each. Walking to the food court, they sat down.

"Jeff, can I tell you something that's just between us?" Kurt asked. He needed someone to talk to that wasn't Blaine. Sebastian had been texting him all day but Kurt ignored each one.

"Of course you can," Jeff replied his brown eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Kurt told him all about Sebastian, without his name of course. All of it. From the Lima Bean to the wall at the dance club. Jeff's eyes had grown wide as Kurt went on. Kurt's face was burning with shame, but he continued until he was finished with his story.

"I feel awful, Jeff. I just… he treated me like an equal, like I was beautiful and interesting. Blaine always made me feel like I wasn't enough because I wasn't acting like the sub he wanted me to be," Kurt explained.

"I get that, I do," Jeff said. "I'm sorry to say, though, that it was wrong." His expression was honest and not judgmental.

"I know that. That's why I called Blaine. I want to make it up to him. I just don't know how," Kurt said, staring off into the difference.

"Well, I think you are heading in the right direction with getting together with him for dinner. And Joining, well, that is a great thing to build a sense of unity," Jeff said.

"Who knew that you could find an angel at the mall," a warm voice said from behind Kurt.

Kurt turned, his expression freezing. "Hi Sebastian," he said, his face blazing.

"That blush, Angel. I do love it. Who's your friend?" Sebastian asked, looking at Jeff.

"Sebastian, this is Jeff. Jeff, Sebastian," Kurt introduced quickly.

"Hi," Jeff said. His expression was dark and he looked angry.

"Uh, hi," Sebastian said. "Why haven't you answered my texts, Angel?"

Kurt looked down and then back up at Sebastian. "My phone has been freaking out. I haven't been getting any texts today. I need to have it checked at the phone store," he said, hoping Sebastian couldn't see the lie in his eyes.

"Would you like me to go with you to get it fixed?" Sebastian asked, his eyes intense.

Kurt stared at him. "Um, that's okay. Jeff is going with me," he said.

"Yeah, we need to be going, too," Jeff announced, standing. "Nick is expecting me back soon."

"Okay, yeah," Kurt said, rising and grabbing a handful of bags. "I'll, uh, see you around."

"Sure thing, Angel. You take care, sweet thing," Sebastian said.

Kurt noticed his eyes were darker and he seemed really intense. He offered a small wave. "Okay. Bye," he said. He hurried after Jeff, feeling Sebastian's gaze on his back.

When they were far enough away, Jeff stopped, pulling Kurt's arm.

"That was the guy, wasn't it?" Jeff demanded.

"Yeah, that was him. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him I wasn't going to talk to him again," Kurt said. "I'm a coward."

"It doesn't matter as long as you don't talk to him again," Jeff said firmly. "Seriously, Kurt. Don't talk to him."

Kurt wondered why Jeff was being so pushy. "I don't plan to. Come on, let's go in here," Kurt said, turning into a store.

"I'll be right there," Jeff said, hanging back. When Kurt was out of sight, Jeff dug out his phone. He dialed the number by heart.

"Jeff, hey, how's it going," Blaine said.

"Blaine, I need to tell you something," Jeff said.

"You sound so serious," Blaine chuckled.

"Blaine, Kurt's mystery man is none other than Sebastian Smythe," Jeff told him.

Blaine's Dom instincts roared in fury. "Sebastian Smythe? Are you sure?"

"I saw him myself. He stopped to talk to Kurt here at the mall. Kurt basically shoved him off, telling him he hadn't received any of the texts Sebastian said he sent. But I knew you would want to know. It's not safe for Kurt to be around him. I told him not to see him again and he said he didn't plan to," Jeff told him.

"That's good to know. Hey, thanks, Jeff. I'll talk to Kurt about him when we get together tomorrow," Blaine said, his hand so tightly fisted, his nails were biting into his palm.

"Alright. See you later," Jeff said, relieved that Blaine knew what was going on.

"Bye. And thanks," Blaine said.

"No problem," Jeff said and hung up.

Blaine paced his apartment again and before he knew it there was a twin hole in the kitchen wall. Sebastian Smythe. That mother fucker better stay away from his Soulmate or he would be eating his own balls, Blaine fumed. He had to do something about it. Sooner rather than later.

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Dun dun dun! LOL Hope you liked the chapter. I'm rather surprised I got out two decent sized chapters. I just couldn't leave everyone hanging! But now I can. ;) Love to all of you! Leave a review and a fairy will come kiss you!

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